#steve harrington x m!reader

[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.”

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like! feedback is also much appreciated!

[male-yn-simping]

Full Homo

Steve Harrington x Male! Henderson! reader

Prompted by this

A/N: Feel free to leave requests

You're chilling in your room, reading a book, when Dustin, you're little brother, bursts in through the door.

"Y/N!" he yells excitedly

"Dustin!" You yell back, putting a mark in you book, shutting it, and setting it down. you sit up and look at him. He has an excited grin on his face as he practically bounces on his feet.

"Can you take me to the mall?" He asks, preparing himself to beg if he has to.

"Yeah, sure" You shrug and get up, grabbing your keys and wallet before slipping on some shoes. "I need to get out for a bit anyways"

Dustin thanks you as he runs to grab his stuff. By the time your shoes are on, he's already in the passenger seat of your car, buckled up with his leg bouncing impatiently. You laugh at your brothers antics as you buckle yourself in before driving to the mall, windows rolled down and Queen blasting through the stereo.

You arrive at the mall and decide to follow Dustin, having no specific plans to go anywhere or do anything.

To your surprise, Dustin makes his way to Scoops Ahoy and is greeted by King Steve Harrington.

You never had a bad experience with Steve, but you never had a good one either, and you heard the stories. Jonathan Byers being your best friend definitely didn't improve your opinion of him.

You don't say anything about it though, as Dustin seems extremely excited to see him, and you can't help but smile at the way the two boys goof around. The huge grin on your little brothers face warms your heart.

After a moment, the two calm down and Steve notices you. He's shocked at first, but he smiles softly at you.

"Hey!" He says, seemingly a bit nervous.

"Uh, hi." You reply, still a but confused and unsure about the situation.

"Oh! Alex, this is Steve! Steve, this is my brother, Alex!" Dustin says, his grin never faltering. You can't help but laugh a little.

"yeah, I know who he is" you say. Steve chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck.

"Yeah. I'm... I'm sorry about everything, by the way" He says, his gaze fixed on the ground.

You sigh softly and shake your head "It's all good. It's in the past."

Steve looks up quickly with a big smile on his face. "Really?!" You laugh and nod, returning his smile.

"yeah, just don't let it happen again" you tease.

Steve nods happily. His eyes meet Dustin's before returning back to you. You notice this and smile warmly.

"I'll let you two do... whatever the hell it is your up to. Good seeing you again!" You say before turning and walking out of Scoops Ahoy. Steve pauses for a moment, debating, but decides to run after you, stopping you right outside the store.

"Hey, Alex, um..." He stumbles over his words, his eyes glued to the floor as his cheeks grow red. You look at him confused as he talks.

"Do you wanna get some coffee sometime, maybe?" He asks. You're taken aback and take a moment to process what he said before eventually coming to your senses and nodding.

"Uh..ye...yeah!" You stutter out, your own cheeks now painted red.

"Great! Um, this weekend?" He finally looks up at you, his eyes are bright as he smiles wide.

"Yeah! This weekend is... Wait. You do mean that in a gay way, right?" You ask hesitantly, afraid you misread the situation. Steve bursts into laughter at this.

"Yes, in a gay way." Steve continues laughing, which cause you to start laughing as well.

"Full homo?" You say between giggles.

"A full homosexual coffee date." Steve manages to laugh out.

With a final fit of soft giggles, you kiss Steve on the cheek and walk away.

"See you this weekend, Harrington!"

[michaelphi11ips]

Bro I have read every single Billy Hargrove x male reader and Steve Harrington x male reader fic there is on this silly little app I NEED MORE GAY FICS DAMN IT‼️‼️

[tomurderornottomurder]

teen dad; steve harrington

pair. steve harrington x ftm!reader

summ. steve gets reader pregnant and when reader needs him, steve's there for reader

gen. angst n fluff

tw. pregnancy, teen pregnancy, ftm pregnancy, mentions of violence, unsupportive family, birth scene (vague), coming out, probably messed up timeline (pretty vague tho)

wc. 1.5k

note. i haven't been able to write just about anything but this came to me last night and it felt good to write out. also like personally pregnancy n birth freak me out so idk where this came from??, expect a part 2, C/n = child name :)

To say things between you and Steve Harrington are complicated is an understatement. Freshman year you two were inseparable, hot on the hips, literally and figuratively. Always kissing in the halls, his arms wrapped around your waist, and your face buried in his neck. You were the 'it' couple of Hawkins High for a while. Then things went downhill. You two had your biggest falling out to date and didn't speak to each other for weeks; scathing stares across the lunchroom sent the message. And then, you discovered by some miracle you were pregnant! Only one man could be responsible and you knew it wasn't going to go well.

Steve was a lot quieter than you expected. You guess you couldn't really blame him, this was a big deal after all. You just expected more of an argument. He had asked if you were going to keep it though, and well, you didn't really know. You felt like he had taken the news a little too well or rather maybe he hadn't fully understood the severity of the situation.

Turns out, you did want the kid. Steve wasn't sure about it at first and you two had gotten into another fight over it. Steve had gotten over the fight at least -the child, his child was still something for him to process- and he came over with some flowers and other gifts, his form of an apology.

You two had tried to rekindle your relationship but it just wasn't there between your differing ideals at the time, your changing view on yourself, and Steve's blossoming feelings for Nancy. You couldn't really blame him, she seemed nice and she was gorgeous, and you, yourself, were starting to fancy someone else. 

You two were pretty distant after that, busy with your own lives among other things. The only thing that did seem to connect you anymore was your child. And Steve's fighting with otherworldly creatures and protecting other children seemed to really set his paternal instincts on fire.

Though you two had stayed distant and as awkward as Steve felt, he broke through it to at least help you buy stuff for the baby. His parents were pissed at the news, he explained to you as you both strolled down the baby aisle of the nearest department store (that was not in Hawkins), but they would help and would force him to as well. You chuckled at that and Steve found the noise quite fond to his ears.

Once (or maybe a few times, actually), he had found you trying to build baby furniture on your own. He would lean against the door frame watching you struggle only for some fleeting moments where you hadn't noticed him yet but then he'd get that ever-eating guilty feeling and he'd announce himself with a chuckle and take whatever you were working on out of your hands. He found himself reminded of why you had been together in the first place when you would endlessly protest about helping him with at least some of it, you had said. These times were few and far in-between.

To Steve's credit though, he was there at the hospital with you the whole time. It was a bit of a pain for him (which you would later laugh at), between dodging his friends' questions of where he was and your family who weren't particularly thrilled about his existence in general, it was a bit of hit or miss experience for him. To his eternal gratefulness, you were actually nice to him even while literally birthing your child, though you had been squeezing his hand so hard that even the nurses thought you might've broken it. (You did not). And it seemed Steve's presence, for you at least, seemed to make the experience better; from just having his hand to hold, to his kind of hilarious reaction to the actual birthing of the baby, he -when you weren't screaming or crying in pain- brought you some calm. Until he was handed the baby and nearly dropped it tripping over a cord. He left the baby-holding to you after that.

Steve had even spent the night much to your family's dismay but your gratitude. He wasn't exactly the best partner nor friend but you hoped, you really did as much as you would never admit it to anyone, that he would at least try to be a decent father. You, of course, understood he was a meathead and a teenager, and that he hadn't been the greatest guy freshman year but it seemed like he was changing. You just hoped it was for the better.

After some months, which had not been full of Steve liked you hoped only for the sake of your child, you had made a discovery about yourself. You had to admit how much sense it made. Alas, your family did not feel the same at all. They went even as far as calling both you and your child "Satan spawn" which later you would be able to laugh about. But for now, you stand outside your house in the middle of winter, your baby bundled up and strapped to your chest, watching as all of your stuff gets thrown out. You stand there for a good few minutes frozen in amazement before, without realizing, a torrent of tears stream down your face. You only had one place to go.

You hate this so so so much. God, your family could handle a pregnant teen but not a trans one? You scoff at the thought before swallowing what pride you had -minuscule now- and knocking on Steve's door. For some reason, you feel guilty like you shouldn't have said anything for your baby's sake and now you're about to lay it on your ex-boyfriend and the father of your kid and who knows how he'll react? Will he take your kid and shun you? Want to kill you both? Take pity on you but ignore your identity? Your impatient foot-tapping stills when the door opens.

If ever you were thankful for Steve's absent parents, it's now. You involuntarily sigh at his sight while he freaks out at yours, mainly cause you and his kid are out in the cold. Before words can be exchanged, he pulls you in by the shoulder. You sigh again at the warmth of the Harrington house.

Steve's hands are now on his hips and you can tell his mind is going a million miles an hour; it's one look of his you'll never forget. He's drawn back into the moment, his mouth moving before he can even speak. "I- What are you doing here? And when did you get a haircut?" He reaches up to touch your hair, "It's so short," He mumbles. It doesn't seem like he hates it, more just like he's surprised.

"Those are two very different questions," You point out and he seems dissatisfied. You look down at your feet before actually explaining yourself. You start out with the whole getting kicked out thing and soon enough he does it; he asks the question.

"Why?" He's bewildered. Your family definitely had been better than his about the pregnancy, so it couldn't be that, right? But what was it?

You sigh and drop your head. "You have to promise to me, no matter what, that after I tell you, you will still take care of C/n, alright?" You look up at him, holding out your pinky.

"A pinky swear, really?" His brows raise, looking at you.

"Just- Steve, please,"

"Alright, alright," He puts his hands up before hooking his pinky with yours, "I promise."

You pretty much guide him into his own kitchen, allowing yourself to sit, and having him sit across from you. You tell him that you're trans and he looks confused, even asks you what that is. You can't help your laugh, "Steve, you're making this-"

"Difficult?" He looks at you expectantly.

"No," You shake your head. "You're making it easy," You assure him. You go on to explain what exactly you being trans entails and he nods along almost too much but you blame that on your nerves. Eventually, you manage to ask, "So...?"

"So, what?" He looks straight back at you.

"Steve, you're not... mad? Or going to take C/n? Call the police? Beat me up?"

His face contorts in confusion, "No.. to all of those." His eyes meet yours and soften.

Silently, you stare at one another. Steve breaks eye contact first, getting out of his chair and walking to your side. This is it, you think, he's going to strangle me or steal C/n away. Some part of you feels like you deserve it and you freeze in place. A strange warmth fills you when Steve awkwardly maneuvers around your baby to wrap his strong arms around you in a gentle but firm embrace. You're so taken aback you don't even hug back until he whispers, "It's okay." He even runs his fingertips over the ends of your much shorter hair and says with a smile that you can just feel, "I like it. It looks really good." And with that ever intact charm of his, he adds, "You look so hot."

You snort and so does he.

[whiskeybeforesunset]

Just a Crush | Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Male!Reader

Word Count: 545

Synopsis: Takes place during Steve’s “little nuggets” conversation with Nancy. Reader is romantically interested in Steve (to what degree, I’ll let you decide) and has a moment of self reflection when he hears what Steve is saying. 

Warnings: Angst, BIG self deprecation is this one fellas, period appropriate internalized homophobia, unrequited love, unhealthy pinning, Billy Joel (sorry not sorry)

Author’s Notes: I want you all to know that you are valid. Whether or not someone is interested in you romantically does not reflect your worth as a person. That being said, enjoy the angst. 

Part 2

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The mobile home’s rickety axel caused the vehicle to jostle in a nauseating way. It certainly wasn’t the most luxurious of getaway cars, but it would have to do. In an attempt to distract yourself from the unsettling motion, you peer out the window. The trees here seem endless; the midday light filtering through them creates an ethereal glow that might be calming if not for the situation. 

“How’s it handle?” Nancy’s words bring you out of your distracted state.

“Not that bad,” Steve replies. “Considering that this is a… house.”

This moment feels private somehow. Despite the vehicle being packed full of people, it’s almost as if you shouldn’t be listening in on it. You consider putting on some headphones but then:

“It’s silly but I,” Steve stammers out. “I always had this dream that I’d have this really big family, a full brood of Harringtons.”

As Nancy laughs, you feel as though your heart is being torn out. You realize that Steve never saw you as part of his future. No matter how much the night you spent together meant to you, for him it was just another ‘date’ to cope with the loss of Nancy, albeit a slightly more experimental one. 

God how stupid were you to think Steve Fucking Harrigton of all people would ‘come around.’ It’s not as though you’re entirely incapable of understanding why he feels the way he feels. Nancy is beautiful, intelligent, ambitious, funny: the perfect woman. And you, well, you aren’t even a woman. You could never give him the life he wants. You can’t give him a family, or get married, or hell, even hold hands in public with him.

But god, you would kill for him to look at you the way he looks at her. Like you’re the solution to all his problems, the missing piece that would make him complete. To be the first person he reaches to protect when there’s a sign of danger. But you’re not that person, and you never will be. 

“Hey, you alright?” Robin’s voice brings you back to reality.

“Yeah, I um-” you clear your throat, not realizing how watery your eyes had become. “Just zoned out there for a minute, nothing to worry about. No Vecna, I promise.” You reassure her with a tight lipped smile.

“Ok, well,” she glances towards Steve before meeting your eyes again. “If you ever need to talk… about anything, I am here.”

You’re pretty sure Robin knows, maybe not the full extent of the issue since you’ve never told her about it out of respect to Steve, but she knows. 

“Thanks, Robin.” You say as you look back at Steve once more. Him and Nancy are sharing a meaningful look. 

“That sounds nice,” Nancy nearly whispers. 

You sigh, deciding you’ve tortured your self enough, you slide your headphones over your head and close your eyes. As All For Leyna by Billy Joel plays, you can’t help but think how ridiculous it is that you're getting ready for an apocalyptic event and all you can seem to worry about is that the boy you have a crush on doesn’t like you back. Because that’s all it is right? A crush?

Yeah. You silently confirm to yourself.

Just a crush. 

[beingthegayindigo]

Cutie Boy

Steve Harrington x Male Reader

Reader is Robin’s shy best friend. One day she managed to convince him to meet Steve

Warnings: fluff, shy reader, reader called cutie

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“C’mon (Y/N)! It will be fine, he’s nice and he’s nothing like how he was at school. I swear he changed” Robin says. She been trying to convince me to meet his friend, and ex king of Hawkins High, Steve “the hair” Harrington. I never agreed simply because it’s hard for me to talk to people. I get embarrassed and scared of saying the wrong thing. And it doesn’t help the fact that I have a massive crush on Steve, and Robin knows that.

“Robin you already told me that for like- a week! I just don’t wanna meet him. I’m too scared. And you know about my crush on him. He’d never reciprocate it and what if I say something that makes him hate me?” I argue. “It. Won’t. Happen (Y/N), I swear. And think about this. You have the possibility to try and talk to him and release your anxiety and the possibility to talk to your crush, who maybe might like you back” she reply. I look at her. She’s not wrong, I mean it could help me and maybe she’s right even about Steve falling for me. I sigh. “So that’s a yes? That’s a yes!” she says in a tease tone.

We arrive at the mall and she guides me to the place she works at. I look at the place’s name “Scoops Ahoy?”. “Yeah, this is where I work a boring job earning 2 cents back” Robin says, going behind the counter into the back room, with me following close behind. “And this is Steve” she says, pointing toward the brown haired guy who sits at a table in the center of the room. “Hi, you should be (Y/N). Nice to meet you” he says, getting up and taking his hand out. I stare at him for a moment then I shake his hand “N-nice to meet you” I say,feeling my cheeks warm up along with my ears. “It’s good to finally meet Robin’s best friend” he says.

A bell can be hear. “I think I should go. You can stay here with Steve, ok (Y/N)?” Robin says. I nod, hesitantly. Robin gets out of the room, leaving me and Steve alone. “So… Wanna some ice cream?” Steve asks, already taking a box. I nod, sitting at the table, followed by Steve who sits in front of me.

Steve’s POV

I lend (Y/N) the box of ice cream and a spoon. I cannot stop myself from watching him in awe. Robin told me he was cute but I’d never guess this cute. The way he play with his hands when he he’s talking, the way his cheeks and ears goes red. I just like him, in everything he does. “T-thank you” my thoughts get stopped by a low voice, (Y/N)‘s voice. “Hmh?” I ask. “I said thank you. For the ice cream” he reply. “Oh, no problem” I say “You know?” I continue, making him look up at me, and I can see that he’s making an effort to look at me in the eyes. “I think we should hang out more. I’d love to get to know you better” I say smiling. And here we go again, his hand playing with the spoon, his rose cheeks, I must have fluttered him. “Y-yeah. I think it… it’s a great idea” he says, looking down at the box of ice cream. “God, (Y/N)” I say, rubbing my hands on my face. “You’re too cute” I say, opening my fingers so I can get a look of his reaction. He’s all red in the face and his hands are grabbing hardly the spoon. I can’t help but chuckling. “I mean it” I say, placing a hand on (Y/N)’s cheek, rubbing circle with my thumb.

(Y/N)’s POV

“So how did it go?” Robin asks me, getting out of another room, changed in her normal clothes. We are currently still in the back room, Robin last shift’s just finished, and Steve’s is about to end too. “Good. He… He called me cute” I say in a low voice. “Told ya. I knew he would fall for you” she says. “Yeah yeah”.

We start heading towards the mall’s entrance when a voice can be heard “(Y/N)!”. I turn around to Steve running toward me and Robin. He stops once he reached us. He gain some breath before speaking again “Do you mind if I give you a ride home?” he asks. I look at Robin seeing that she’s smirking. “Don’t worry I can-” “Yes Steve, you can take him home” Robin cuts me off, shoving me a little, before going to her bike. “Shall we go?” I asks, looking at Steve’s confused expression “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go” he says, taking the lead.

After a not so long ride we get to my house. An awkward silence fills the car while we both think what we should say. “Um… I really had fun today” Steve cuts the silent. “Me too” I reply. And here comes the silent again. I take a deep breath, before doing something I’d never guess I would do. In a somewhat wave of courage I place my hand on his cheeks making him look at me and I lean in. Our lips connect. He doesn’t take long to reciprocate the kiss. My hands run over his hair and his on my cheeks, pulling me as close as possible. We pull away for air. “Wow. Didn’t know you had that in you cutie” he says. “This means-“ “I love you” I cut him off. “I love you too, cutie” he says, placing a hand on my thigh, while I rest my head on his shoulder. I can’t imagine a more perfect way to end this day. Getting to talk to my crush, kissing him revealing he likes me too, no, revealing he loves me too. I close my eyes, not wanting this moment to end.

[pilegoblin]

Backlog: steve harrigton stranger things

Touch starved steve

Gn reader

We all know steve hasn't gotten any in a while, so when y'all finally get down to business the poor thing gets overwhelmed and cums in his pants.

He's embarrassed, horrified. He thinks that he's fucked everything up, but oh boy, is he wrong.

If anything you're even more turned on. The Steve Harrington, guy you've heard tales about has just cum in his pants infront of you, beacause of you.

You're stunned for a moment but then a look of pure devious takes over your face, he's in for it now.

Silence him with a kiss, reasure him that you're not gonna kick him out, tell him how hot it was to see him lose control like that, then tell him you're not finished with him yet.

Take his pants off, see the mess he made, coo at him.

He tries to hide, pin those hands, kiss him, grind into him until he's hard again.

This is turning into a "how many times can you cum begore passing out" fic.

So yeah. Jerk him off, suck him off, keep him cumming until he's crying but the dumb thing doesnt know if he wants you to stop or not.

Super cuddly after, full on koala.

[stevie-petey]

episode one: suzie, do you copy?

Steve sighs. “Those kids are manipulating your power over me to get what they want.” “You call it manipulation, I call it bonding.”  Another sigh escapes Steve. “You’re going to be the death of me.” “And yet you stay.” You tease. “And yet I stay.”

Summary: you help nancy sneak through jonathans window, the party uses you for your "in" with steve, and you sorta become the reason dustin almost blinds lucas. meanwhile, steve tries, and fails, to make you his girlfriend (this will happen all summer), but have no fear ! dustin intercepts a russian code and makes everything even harder for everyone. what a sweet brother <3

Rating: general, swearing

Warnings: allusions to violence, swearing, fem!reader, use of y/n

Words: 9.6k

Before you swing in: shes here !!! season 3 of come home <333 im so excited for yall to read what i have planned, and thank you so much for being so patient as i planned the season out and started the chapters :) season 3 is pure chaos and i hope yall love what ive created, im proud of the changes i made <3333 we get some more insight into bug this season, which i also hope yall love !

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June 27th, 1985.

A summer breeze gently creeps into Jonathan’s room, bringing the scent of dandelions and your childhood with it. It’s early evening and Jonathan hums to himself quietly, laying in his bed as he lazily skims through a comic he stole from you last week. You’re next to him as you carefully cut pieces of construction paper to glue onto the posterboard. Dustin comes home from camp in a few days and you want his welcome home banner to be perfect.

In the other room you hear the floorboards creak, followed by the sound of Joyce and Will laughing at whatever movie they’ve put on in the living room. Hearing their laughs makes you smile; it’s been so long since you’ve heard them laugh.

The tune that Jonathan hums now becomes a familiar one, and absent mindedly you begin to hum along with him. The cool summer night’s air encases the two of you, as if it senses that you want to freeze this moment forever. You’re in the Byers home, pressed against Jonathan’s side as you hum together an old song from when you were both fourteen and thought you had the world all figured out,

It’s nice, having this moment all to yourself with him. Moments alone with him have become few and far between, and it saddens you to think about.

There’s a new mall in town, Starcourt, and within a few months of it opening, Bookstrordinary has slowly been edging out of business. The entire town of Hawkins quickly fell in love with the mall, but with this love came the abandonment of downtown Hawkins.

Mrs. Waters can barely afford to have you work more than a few hours a day, so you’ve been spending your days visiting Nancy and Jonathan at their internship at the Hawkins Post or hanging at Scoops Ahoy to see Steve and Robin. While your friends have been lovely, you can’t swallow down the fear that you’ll lose your job by the end of summer.

As if somehow reading your thoughts, Jonathan puts down his comic and pokes your cheek. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask if you and Nance thought of anything else to try and save Bookstrordinary.”

You glue down a letter and try to distract yourself with the miniscule task. Nancy has been brainstorming a million ideas to try and help Mrs. Water, and while you appreciate her effort, it’s no use. Swallowing down even more dread, you shake your head at Jonathan. “No, nothing. Nancy offered to help organize a book drive to get more customers, but…”

“It wouldn’t be enough.” Jonathan finishes for you.

“Not nearly enough,” you sigh, desperately wanting to change the topic now. “But besides me possibly losing my job soon, how has yours been at the Hawkins Post?”

Now it’s Jonathan’s turn to sigh. “It’s… okay? I guess. I–I mean, definitely not what I expected it to be. The hours suck and the men are awful, but…” he shifts uncomfortably and looks away from you, embarrassed. “A job is a job.”

You rub his arm, understanding what he means. The Byers have always struggled with money, but ever since Will went missing two years ago and Jonathan lost his last job at the Hawk movie theater, it’s only gotten worse. They’ve tried hiding it, but last week you sneakily paid for Will’s ice cream at Scoops Ahoy while no one else was looking.

“I get it, bee.” You reassure him, hating that he even feels embarrassed in the first place.

Jonathan smiles and leans into your touch, appreciative of the fact that you know his family well enough by now to understand all he’s too ashamed to say. The two of you sit quietly for a few moments before he tries to lighten the mood with something else. “You excited for your birthday, bug?”

“Ugh,” you shake your head in disgust, which Jonathan laughs at. He knows you’ve never really liked your birthday. “Don’t remind me.”

“It’s in a few days, so you gotta suck it up.” Jonathan flicks your forehead and you swat your hand at him. “Besides, I bet $5 that Steve has some grand proposal planned for your birthday this year. He’s spent the entire summer drooling over you.”

His words make you blush furiously. “He has not–”

“He definitely has,” Jonathan tries to flick you again but you dodge, giggling. “I’m surprised he hasn’t publicly declared your love for you yet. I think there’s a betting pool going around the party.”

You gasp. “You’re lying!”

“Nope. Lucas and Max both lost last week, they bet mid June. Now it’s only me, Nancy, Will, and Dustin in the running.”

“What about Mike and El?”

“Mike didn’t want to encourage you dating Steve and the party agreed it felt unfair to have El gamble seeing as how she’s, ya know, still getting used to being in society.”

Despite yourself, you laugh. The idea is so bizarre and lovely, knowing how invested everyone is in your alleged love life, and it makes the worry you’ve been feeling fade away. “Can I join the pool? If I actually lose my job, I’ll need the money.”

Jonathan scoffs at you. “That goes against every gambling rule–”

“Please? I could be poor soon!”

“No, it’s not going to happen–”

“But–”

A knock on the window cuts you off. The two of you look up at the sound and find Nancy standing outside, waving and smiling. You hurry over to let her in, happy as always to see her. She’s been spending more and more nights at Jonathan’s, always sneaking in through the window.

It’s disgusting, and you couldn’t be happier for them.

Jonathan helps the girl climb through the window and greets her with a kiss to the forehead. “Hey, Nance.”

She smiles up at him with a shine in her eyes, and you know it’s time to leave. It’s getting late, anyways. You start to gather your banner supplies as you greet Nancy yourself. “Welcome back, Wheeler.”

“Hello to you too, Henderson.”

You wink at the girl and quickly ruffle Jonathan’s hair. “I’m going home, bee. My mom wants me to help prep Dustin’s room and I wanna have his banner done by tomorrow.”

“Bike home safe, please.” He says with a stern finger pointed at you.

Rolling your eyes, you give a mocking salute to Nancy and Jonathan. “Use protection, kids. I’m too young to be an aunt.”

Nancy gasps while Jonathan practically trips over his own two feet at your words, and you laugh. You leave them alone to compose themselves, closing the door to Jonathan shouting, “That wasn’t funny!”

You’re still giggling to yourself when you walk into the living room and see Joyce and Will sprawled on the couch. Their movie has just finished, the credits are rolling as you stand next to the TV and wave goodbye to them.

“You leaving so soon?” Joyce asks, surprised to even see you leave Jonathan’s room in the first place.

“Yeah, gotta finish up Dustin’s welcome home banner,” you hold up your supplies. Then, through the house’s thin walls, you all hear Nancy’s soft giggle. At the sound, you lean in close to Joyce and Will and dramatically whisper, “Plus, between the three of us, company came, so…”

Will’s eyes widen. “Yuck!”

Joyce chuckles, remembering how in love she was at Jonathan’s age back then. “Would I be a bad parent if I told Nancy she could just use the front door?”

“I don’t think so, but it’s fun watching them think they’re getting away with it.” You steal a piece of candy from the bowl Will had been eating out of, and he holds it up higher so that you can grab more. “Thanks, little bee.”

“You think it’s fun teasing Nancy and Jonathan now, Y/N, but when you’re the one sneaking in through a boy’s window one day…” Joyce shrugs, a twinkle in her eye. “You’ll understand.”

Will looks up at you with his own evil glint in his eyes, and before you can stop him, he turns to his mom and says, “I wonder how high Steve Harrington’s window is.”

You pretend to attack Will and he giggles as he flees his seat and runs to the other side of the living room. “Will Byers I will spit in your cookies–”

Joyce covers her mouth and gasps. “Y/N, are you hiding a boyfriend from me?”

Quickly you stop chasing after Will, terrified of the idea of the woman thinking you’d hide anything from her. “What? No! I’m not dating Steve–”

“Yet!” Will exclaims from across the room, but his retaliation is followed by a shriek as you chase after the kid again.

“If you keep this up, I’m telling Steve to stop letting y’all sneak into the movies!” You threaten as you chase the boy around the room.

Joyce watches in amusement, she’s never been able to take her eyes off of you when you’re with her boys. Will dodges a grab and you stumble, giving him just enough time to hide behind his mom’s armchair.

He pokes his head out at your threat, his eyes now uncertain. “You wouldn’t really tell Steve that, right?”

Catching your breath, you collapse onto the couch and shake your head at him. “No, little bee. I wouldn’t.”

You’d never do that to Will. He’s been so keen on spending as much time as possible with the party this summer, spending each and every moment planning DnD campaigns and biking all over Hawkins to spend mere seconds together. Will has spent all summer trying as hard as possible to be a kid again because so much of his childhood was stolen by Upside Down.

Will slowly gets up from behind the armchair and sits next to you, relieved. “Okay, good. We wanna see a movie tomorrow night and I already promised everyone you’d get Steve to let us in. That would’ve sucked.”

You and Joyce laugh at the boy’s response, and it feels so good to have this moment with the two of them. You allow it to wash over you for a second, the Byers home has always had such a comforting effect on you, before getting up and gathering your things once more. “I really should go, though. My mom is waiting.”

Joyce and Will say goodbye and tell you to be safe on your way home, and it warms something within you. As you bike down their driveway home, you inhale the summer night’s air and wonder, days before you turn seventeen, how much longer you have left of just this: being a little kid going home after a long day.

–

When you get home, Tews greets you with an angry meow.

The cat had been a Christmas gift for your mom from you and Dustin, seeing as how you accidentally killed Mews. Your mom had cried seeing the little kitten, and had cried even harder when your brother suggested the stupid name “Tews.”

But it stuck, and now Tews glares at you as you take your time feeding her.

In Dustin’s room you can hear your mom rustling around, frantically cleaning the place as if it currently isn’t the cleanest it’s ever been since the kid has been gone all month. After you feed Tews, you make your way over to your brother’s room to help with cleaning.

A few hours later, you’re laying in bed, exhausted from your long day. Dustin’s banner sits on your desk, right next to the phone that resides in the corner. Yawning, you glance at the clock, but when you see the time, you smile.

The phone rings.

“Right on time, honey.”

“Aren’t I always, angel?” Steve’s voice soothes your aching bones, his words like honey, the very thing you’ve come to associate with him.

Phone calls have become more and more common between you and Steve. You’re not sure when this tradition formed, but when you aren’t at Scoops and he isn’t at your house infiltrating your family, you’re on the phone with one another.

Hearing Steve’s voice puts you at ease, and it wasn’t long before you started calling each other before bed every night.

“How was your day?” You ask him, spinning the phone’s cable around your finger as you lay in bed.

Steve lets out a dramatic groan. “I swear, after you left today, Robin intentionally amped up her taunts. It’s like you’re her buffer or something. The second you leave,” you hear him snap his fingers, “she turns against me!”

“Robin would never do that.” Your voice is monotone as you say this, which only makes Steve groan dramatically once more. Robin would most definitely do that; you both know this.

“You two are the worst together.”

“Yeah, well,” you pull your blankets up to your chin and readjust into a comfier position. Your eyes feel heavy and Steve’s voice settles over your body. “Prepare for more pain tomorrow night. Will and the party have grand plans to sneak into yet another movie.”

Steve sighs. “Those kids are manipulating your power over me to get what they want.”

“You call it manipulation, I call it bonding.”

Another sigh escapes Steve. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“And yet you stay.” You tease.

“And yet I stay.”

You bite back a smile; you can almost perfectly envision Steve laying in his own bed, phone pressed to his ear with his hair messy and eyes half lidded as he talks to you. You wish, more than anything, that you could be there with him right now; instead, you fall asleep to the sound of Steve’s voice, slightly raspy from his own exhaustion.

–

The next day you wake up to an empty house. Your mom has been spending her summer at Hawkin’s pool, like all the moms in town now do, to admire Billy at his new job.

It grosses you out to no end, and when your mom comes home some days swearing that Billy winked at her, you have to swallow down the phantom pain of his fingers wrapping around your windpipe.

By the time you get to work, Downtown Hawkins, as always, is a ghost town.

It’s been this way ever since Starcourt opened, and as you park your bike and lock it up, you can’t help but be unnerved by how quiet everything is. It was only a few years ago that you had to scream at a crowd of onlookers when Jonathan and Joyce had had that fight when they had found Will’s body in the quarry.

Now, walking slowly towards the front doors of Bookstrordinary, all you hear is silence in the once lively area. There are posters scattered throughout the old town, but they’re worn from the sunlight and torn from the weather. It’s a depressing sight.

Mrs. Waters greets you kindly when you walk in. “Hello, dear.”

“Hi, Mrs. Waters.” You give her a quick peck on the cheek as you quickly swipe your card to clock in. The bookstore is empty. “Any new shipments today?”

The old woman shakes her head forelonly. “Afraid not. We still haven’t sold last month’s shipment.”

You duck your head down and curse. This is the second shipment you weren’t able to sell. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Waters.”

“Oh, don’t be!” She walks over to you, her wrist shakes as she uses her cane. She has aged so much these last few years. “I’ve owned this store for thirty years, dear. I’m just happy that I can give you and Alex a job before you kids go off to college. Besides, it’s given me something to do these last few years without my husband…”

The woman’s eyes glaze over, something that has started to happen more and more now, and you grab her arm gently and give her a little shake. “Hey, Mrs. Waters. You still with me?”

She blinks, looks around in a confused daze, before breaking into her old smile once more. “Of course I am! Now, sort some books while I ward off those debt collectors with this cane.”

Despite the gravity of the situation, you can’t help but laugh at Mrs. Waters as she waves her cane around madly and gives you a wink. She hobbles back to her office and leaves you alone with the books and the ghost of Downtown Hawkins.

Only two customers come in during your four hour shift, and by midday Mrs. Waters releases you so that she can give Alex a few hours of work as well. She’s trying her best to keep you both hired for as long as she can, so she splits your hours. What she doesn’t know is that Alex now has a job at Hawkins’ pool and only comes into work because he just can’t bear to quit, and neither can you.

You bike to the mall, sad and needing a pick me up. Jonathan’s teasing from last night echoes in your head. How could you possibly think about your birthday when your boss is slowly losing both her mind and her business?

At the mall, your feet unconsciously take you to Scoops as they always do. This has become your favorite part of your dreary days: going to Scoops after work. The smell of ice cream greets you as you walk into the shop.

Robin sees you first and waves excitedly from the register. “Y/N!”

“It’s me!” You run up to the counter and lean over it to squeeze the girl into a tight hug.

There’s a loud crash from the backroom and just as you’ve pulled away from Robin, Steve bursts through the doors and leaps over the counter to join in on the hug. “Thank God you’re here, Robin was about to make me clean the tables.”

You giggle while Robin scoffs, pulling away. “It’s your turn, dingus.”

Steve, still hugging you from behind, hums. He begins to rock you back and forth in his arms, which only makes you giggle more, while he pretends to think about what the girl has said. “Nope, don’t remember it being my turn.”

Robin gives you a pleading look to back her up, and you reluctantly slide your arms over Steve’s and release his grip. He groans in complaint at the loss of your touch, and you roll your eyes at him as you turn around to now face him. “C’mon, let’s go wipe the tables so dear Robin can man the register in peace.”

Steve groans even louder now as Robin cheers, and you snatch the rag from his pocket and begin to wipe down the tables. He follows eventually, moaning and groaning as he cleans next to you, and you hit your hip against his. “Hey, at least you’re getting paid for this.”

“I give you free ice cream!” He argues, pieces of his hair falling out of his adorably dorky sailor’s hat that he has to wear for this job. It’s incredibly endearing, and as he hunches over to scrub at a particularly dirty table, his thighs strain against his probably too short shorts and you can’t help but stare at them. As you admire this spectacular show, Steve catches you and flicks your nose. “Quit ogling me and get back to your free labor, angel.”

“I wasn’t ogling, I was simply admiring.”

Robin gags from behind the register. “I can hear you guys, you know!”

You and Steve both stick your tongues out at her before going back to work.

The hours pass by quickly after that. The midday rush of tweens and teens alike infiltrate Scoops, so Steve helps Robin fling ice cream while you get comfortable in your designated booth in the corner. You’ve hidden a supply of comics underneath one of the booth’s cushions and you spend your time catching up on the latest Spider-Man arc.

You’re so engrossed in what you’re reading that you don’t notice a body slide into the booth next to you until the person speaks.

“Spider-Man, huh? Heard he’s a pretty cool guy.”

Startled by the stranger’s voice, you almost drop your comic in alarm. When you see that it’s just Jason Carver sitting next to you, you place a hand to your chest and inhale quickly, trying to settle your rapid heartbeat. “Christ, you scared me.”

“Sorry!” He genuinely looks apologetic, so you wearily set down your comic and straighten up.

You’ve never spoken to Jason before, even though you’ve been in the same classes ever since eighth grade. He’s always ran with the popular crowd, being a jock and all, and you’ve always ran with Jonathan. However, despite being on the basketball team, Jason has never been mean to either of you, so you figure it’s safe to offer him your attention.

“Can I ask why you’re here?” You cock your head at him, feeling your hair fall over your shoulders.

Jason smiles at you, in a sort of cute and charming way. “Stopped by to get my little sister some ice cream,” he points to a little girl next to him, who waves at you, and you wave back. “Then I saw you sitting here all alone reading one of my favorite comics, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to say hi to such a pretty girl.”

You blush at his bold words. You’ve never received such attention from anyone before, at least not anyone normal thanks to Billy, and you’re not really sure why Jason seems to be paying attention to you now. He’s had years to do this.

Jason sees your sudden shyness and chuckles. He stands up and offers you his hand. “Why don’t I buy you some ice cream, maybe you could help me show my sister around the mall–” Steve’s shoulder collides roughly into the teen’s, causing him to stumble into his sister’s ice cream cone and get chocolate ice cream all over the front of his pants. Jason looks up at Steve and balls his fists in anger. “What the fuck, Harrington?”

You quickly cover the little girl’s ears, though she giggles.

Steve shrugs as he looks at Jason. “Sorry, man. Didn’t see you there.” Then, he turns to you, and offers his own hand. “Anyways, I think it’s time for your daily free ice cream, angel.”

Jason’s eyes narrow as you accept Steve’s hand and spare him an apologetic glance. Before you leave, you dig some cash out of your overalls and hand them to him. “For your sister’s new ice cream cone.”

He sighs and accepts the money. Jason knows that Steve is still holding your hand as he stands behind you, but he has nothing else to lose at this point. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “I didn’t stand a chance, did I?”

Steve twirls you with your interlocked hands, causing you to giggle, and guides you to the ice cream counter. As he leaves, shouts behind him, “Not at all, buddy!”

You know you should feel bad, but Steve twirls you again and all you can do is giggle breathlessly as Jason Carver walks out of Scoops with his sister in tow.

–

Later that night the mall is busier than ever, and as you’re gossiping with Robin about Steve ruining Jason’s pants, you’re interrupted by Mike’s grubby little hand repeatedly hitting the bell.

Seems it’s time for their movie.

You flick the kid’s head, which Lucas, Max, and Will snicker at. “Enough!”

“Ow, Y/N!”

“Thanks,” Robin sends you an appreciative smile before she calls towards the backroom, “Dingus, your children are here!”

Within seconds, Steve opens the sliding windows and sighs when he sees Mike and the party. “Again? Seriously?”

“I warned you.” You say, shrugging at his annoyance. “Let the kids have some fun.”

Mike rings the bell again. “Do what Y/N says.”

Steve sighs in defeat and motions for the kids to follow him behind the counter. “Fine, but only because I’m nice, not because Y/N said so.”

“Right.” Everyone says, not at all believing him, which Steve chooses to ignore.

You all follow him through the back entrance of the mall. Checking to make sure the coast is clear, Steve waves the kids inside. “I swear, if anybody hears about this–”

“We’re dead.” The kids all respond, voices monotone with annoyance after hearing this threat a million times.

However, before they all leave, Will gently tugs at your hand to get your attention. “Are you coming with?”

You want to say yes, but then you catch Steve’s eyes and he silently pleads with you to stay, and you know you can’t tell him no. Squeezing Will’s hand, you shake your head. “Sorry, little bee. I promise I will next time, though.”

Mike scoffs in disgust, disappointed in you. Your relationship with Steve has always confused him, and you’ve only gotten closer to the teen since Dustin left for camp. He pities what the boy will think when he comes back to his sister all lovey-dovey with an idiot like Steve Harrington.

Once the kids leave, you go back into Scoops with Steve and settle into your booth once more. Grabbing your comic, you flip to where you left off before looking up at the teen and saying, “you have me for another hour. I can’t be out late tonight, Dustin comes home tomorrow and I promised Mike I’d be up at like seven to let everyone in.”

Steve salutes you and hops back behind his counter to help Robin with some customers. You smile at his antics and go back to reading. A few minutes pass, Spider-Man has just kissed MJ, before the lights above you start to flicker and then go out completely.

Everyone in the mall gasps and murmurs in a slight panic as they’re thrown into darkness. The hair on your arms stands up; you no longer trust lights that flicker. Robin catches your eye and gives you an odd look when she sees the fear on your face.

“Scared of the dark, Y/N?” She teases, not understanding what you really fear: what lies below Hawkins.

“That’s weird,” Steve mumbles to himself as he goes over to the light switch. He starts to flip the switch repeatedly, and you roll your eyes at him. He’s an idiot sometimes.

“That isn’t gonna work, dingus.” Robin says, looking over at you once more as if to silently ask, why are you attracted to him?

You shake your head at her as Steve continues to flip the switch, now only quickening his movements. He stares Robin down as if to challenge her. “Oh, really?”

Nothing happens, because contrary to what Steve may believe, he can’t fix what is likely (and what you hope) is simply a blackout from the summer heat. He flicks the lightswitch a few more times before the generators kick back on and Scoops Ahoy is once again lit up.

Steve raises his eyebrows at Robin and smirks at her, pleased. “See? Let there be light.”

You drop your head to the table, now also questioning why you’re attracted to the guy.

However, when it’s time to head home and Steve walks with you to your bike outside, he kisses your cheek and wishes you a good night; you know that this is the reason you’ve fallen for him: his kindness. With his kiss lingering on your cheek, you bike home.

–

When Steve gets back from saying goodbye to you, he’s met with a nosey Robin.

She stands against the counter with her arms crossed. There aren’t any more customers in the shop, they closed about ten minutes ago, and Steve was really looking forward to driving home and taking off his stupid uniform.

Robin, however, clearly has other plans.

“What did I do now?” He asks her, not daring to take any step closer.

“Why haven’t you asked Y/N out yet?” Steve’s eyes widen at the question and Robin knows she’s got him cornered. “I’ve spent hours with you guys, and it’s driving me insane that you haven’t manned up!”

“‘Manned up’?” Steve sputters out, completely offended.

Robin throws her arms out in front of her. “Yes! I mean, it’s so obvious that you’re in love with her and that she’s in love with you. Just… Just get it over with!”

Blushing, Steve slumps against the wall and closes his eyes. As much as it pains him to admit it, he knows that Robin is right. “It’s… complicated.”

“Well, go on.” The girl now hops on the counter and sits on it. “Explain it to me, then.”

“Y/N used to be in love with…” Steve stops, unsure if you’d want him to be telling Robin this. “Someone.”

She rolls her eyes. “Everyone knows she was in love with that Byers kid.”

“Right.” He clears his throat, uncomfortable with the reminder that at one point, everyone in Hawkins truly believed you were destined for Jonathan. “Well as I’m sure you know… He got with Nancy, who–uh, I had been with.”

“Okay, so what?”

“I–” Steve isn’t sure what Robin doesn’t understand. “I needed… time?”

Robin frowns. “After Nancy dumped you?”

“Technically I dumped her–”

“What does this have to do with Y/N?” Robin presses.

Steve groans and rubs at his eyes. He’s tired and wants to go home to call you and go to bed with your soft voice in his head. “Y/N understood that the breakup with Nancy hurt, and–well. She told me she’d wait for me. I guess. While I figured my shit out.”

Robin thinks this over for a minute. “Okay, I think I can understand that, but–wait, when did this all happen again?”

“... December.” He closes his eyes, bracing himself for the girl’s inevitable anger.

“Harrington!”

There it is.

“I know, okay?” Steve tugs at his hair in frustration. “I’m over Nancy, I’ve been over her since at least April, but… But what–what if Y/N has lost interest in me now? What if–maybe I made her wait too long, or–or what if she thinks she’s just Nancy’s replacement?”

Steve is rambling now, months of his anxious and insecure thoughts now spilling out. “I mean, it’d kill me if–if I ever made her feel second to anyone! She’s… She’s incredible and–God, I don’t even know why she likes me and I’ve spent this entire summer trying to–I don’t know… Figure out how to confess my feelings to her in a way that matters, ya know? Like, a grand proposal to show her that I’m crazy about her.”

Robin is silent for several minutes after Steve’s frantic spiel, he’s panting by the time he’s done. Then, finally, she says, “Dude… You’re way overthinking this.”

Steve winces. “I mean, her birthday is in a few days. I can… I can ask her to be my girlfriend then. That’s romantic, right?”

“You’re hopeless.”

–

“Dusty comes home today!” Your mom’s shrill voice wakes you up as she prances around the house getting ready. You roll over in bed and stretch, tired but excited to see your brother again after a month of being apart.

You get out of bed and press a kiss to your mother’s cheek before telling her to drive safe. Glancing at the clock, you see that you have just enough time to shower before the party arrives. The entire thing had been Mike’s plan and you were more than happy to help arrange everything.

After you’ve gotten ready, you hear three swift knocks on your front door and you answer it. “Right on time, Wheeler.”

Mike salutes you as he and the others walk in. El gives you a hug and Max high fives you as the boys start setting up the robots. The six of you get started on the plan: place all the robots in Dustin’s room, all hidden in various corners, and then use El’s powers to control them and guide him to the living room so that you all can surprise him.

It’s a brilliant plan, one only a Wheeler could think of.

It takes you, Lucas, Mike, and Will to successfully hang up Dustin’s banner that took you all week to make. There’s cursing, yelling, a few trips, and multiple snickers from El and Max while the four of you struggle to hang the thing, but eventually you manage to secure the banner into place in the living room.

Just as you’ve finished hanging it up, you hear your mom’s car pull into the driveway and you quickly shove the kids into a closet. “Quick! That’s my mom’s car, hide!”

Lucas yelps and Max punches his shoulder to shut him up, but thankfully you manage to close the closet door just in time before Dustin walks in. You hide behind the couch, quiet so as not to be seen by him, and carefully listen for his footsteps to retreat down the hall and into his room.

Once he’s gone, you scramble towards the closet and open the door. “Okay, he’s in his room, time for step two.”

“Did we all really have to hide in the closet?” Will asks, rubbing at his shoulder that had been shoved into a hanger.

“Yes, now shush and hide behind the wall so he doesn’t see you.” You order, and the kids all listen. Once you’re all pressed against the wall, you nod at El. “Ready?”

“Ready.” She responds, closing her eyes. Static fills the air and you hear one of the robots turn on in Dustin’s room. Then the other one turns on, then the monkey, and soon all the toys have been activated by El’s powers.

Mike pokes his head around the corner. “Okay, now start leading the robots here.”

Blood slowly begins to drip from El’s nose and you feel bad that she’s doing this, but the kids all look excited, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little giddy yourself. The noise from the robots grows louder as El draws them out from the room and towards you guys.

You hear Dustin’s uncertain voice following behind them. “It’s just a dream… You’re dreaming.”

Then Mike whispers to El, “Now!”

The robots all die in the center of your living room and slowly everyone starts to creep out from behind the wall. Lucas is holding his own poster he made and you hand everyone party noisemakers. Dustin is investigating the robots and doesn’t hear you stalk up behind him. Max silently counts to three, and on her signal, you all blow your party noisemakers and surprise him.

Dustin screams and immediately holds up his Farrah Fawcett spray, blinding Lucas as he continuously sprays it. The poor boy screams as well and the rest of the kids back away, out of the line of fire. However, as soon as your momentary shock wears off, you manage to snatch the hairspray out of your brother’s hand and save Lucas.

“Why is Farrah Fawcett your weapon of choice?” You exclaim, shoving a still screaming Lucas towards your kitchen so that you flush the spray out of his eyes. Max joins, rubbing soothing circles into the boy’s back.

“Why would you scare me like that after the hell we went through this year?” Dustin shouts back at you, clutching at his chest.

Dustin’s words make you stop for a moment and think. Huh. He has a point. “Yeah, we should’ve thought about that, honestly.”

“A little help here?” Lucas brings the attention back to him and you apologize, helping him once more to flush his eyes out. As you and Max tend to him, Dustin tells the others to follow him to his room so he can show them what he built at camp.

Max splashes some more water in Lucas’ eyes. “Better?”

The boy stands up and wipes his face, though he’s careful not to touch his eyes. “Still stings.”

“I feel like I should call someone…” You mumble, Your first aid knowledge doesn’t include Farrah Fawcett in the eyes.

Lucas blinks a few times and looks around. He leans in closer to Max’s face and for a moment you’re scared he’ll kiss her, but instead he chooses to be an idiot. “Is that a new zit?”

You wince and Max’s eyes widen in disbelief. She looks at you and you both seem to come to the same agreement: grabbing the back of Lucas’ neck, the two of you shove his face back into the water. “What is wrong with you?”

Lucas screams again and you leave Max to deal with him, laughing to yourself as you go see whatever creation your brother has brought home. You love Lucas, you do, but you have no idea how Max puts up with his boyish antics.

Inside Dustin’s room, you find him and the others hunched over a collection of wires and metal pieces. You walk in and join them.

“I would like you to meet Cerebro.” Dustin presents his creation, but you honestly have no idea what it’s supposed to be.

You squint at it. “It’s… Pretty?”

“What exactly are we looking at here?” Mike asks, unimpressed.

“An unassembled, one-of-a-kind, battery powered radio tower!” Dustin explains with a proud smile on his face.

A beat of silence passes before Will carefully asks, “So… It’s a ham radio?”

Dustin’s excitement only grows. “The Cadillac of radios.”

“Still not understanding, buddy.” You now voice, usually always lost when it comes to the more AV stuff the party likes.

“This baby carries a crystal-clear connection over vast differences.” Your brother clarifies for you, and you nod along. “I’m talking North Pole to South. I can talk to my girlfriend whenever and wherever I choose.”

You, Mike, El, and Will all look at each other in shock at the word that has just left Dustin’s mouth. “Girlfriend?”

Your brother nods, looking all smug, and you immediately berate him with a million questions. “What’s her name, where is she from, how long have you been dating. Tell me everything, now!”

“Relax, dear sister. Her name is Suzie, and I’ll explain in a second. We can even talk to her if you guys help me set Cerebro up on Weathertop hill.”

You’re the first to start grabbing all the supplies, giddy and eager to hear more about your baby brother’s girlfriend. It’s almost too good to be true. Mike, Will, and El follow along and soon you’re all holding materials for Cerebro as you follow Dustin out of the house.

As you all leave, Mike starts asking questions again. “Wait, so her name is Suzie?”

Dustin nods. “Suzie, with a ‘z’. She’s from Utah.”

“People from Utah actually exist?” You ask, which the others laugh at.

“Girls go to science camp?” Will asks.

You give him a stern look. “Anyone can go to science camp, Will.”

“What Y/N said,” Dustin continues explaining his girlfriend. “And Suzie does, she’s a genius.”

“Is she cute?” Mike can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“Think Phoebe Cates, only better.”

You re-adjust one of the poles for Cerebro in your arms. “Can we focus on her being smart instead? I think she sounds lovely.”

From the kitchen, Max sees the four of you open the front door as she helps Lucas with his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“We’re going to talk to Dustin’s girlfriend.” Will informs them.

Lucas whips his head up from the sink as he and Max exclaim, “Girlfriend?”

“I know, right?” You say, motioning them to follow.

–

“Alrighty, one scoop of chocolate. That’s a buck twenty-five.” Steve hands the ice cream cone to the girl he’s currently serving. She’s pretty enough, and when he notices her Purdue shirt, he can’t help but say something about it. “Ooh, Purdue! Fancy.”

The girl smiles and hands Steve her change. “Yeah, I’m excited.”

“Yeah, you know… I–I considered it. Purdue.” He types the code into the register and places the change inside. “But then I was like, you know what? I really think I need some real life experience, you know, before I hit college. See what it’s like.”

The girl and the friend she’s with exchange weird glances, and Steve knows he’s rambling like an idiot. “Uh, what I mean is… You’re girls, right? How would the two of you like to be asked out by a guy?”

“I’m sorry?” Purdue girl asks, looking at her friend, creeped out.

The cash register begins to beep at him and Steve hits it a few times to shut it up. “Sorry, uh… Anyways, say you’ve seen this guy every day for like, months, and feelings are shared, you know, as they are. Then time passes and the guy never makes the move because he’s, well, he’s an idiot–”

“Yeah, totally.” Purdue girl interrupts him and her friend giggles.

“Exactly, so… This was, like, so fun. This little chat. Anyways, what do you think? How would you want the guy to ask you out?” Steve puts on his most charming smile, hoping that the girls will say that maybe he isn’t crazy for waiting so long to ask you out. As he hands them their change, he drops part of it. “Oh, sorry about that. Uh…”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t wanna be asked out.” Purdue girl says as her friend snorts.

“Sure, but I mean, it’s complicated, you know? And–”

Purdue girl interrupts him once more. “No, I’m sorry, but it sounds like you missed your chance and you’re like, really weird.”

“But the guy isn’t me!” Steve shouts as the two girls leave, only embarrassing himself even more. He sighs, closes his eyes, and wonders how he got here.

“And another one bites the dust.” Robin announces from behind him. He turns around and watches as she marks another tally underneath the you suck column of her whiteboard. Next to it is the column you rule, which currently has zero marks. “You are oh-for-six, Popeye.”

Steve crosses his arms. “Yeah, I can count.”

“You know that means you suck and that Y/N isn’t the problem here, you are, right?”

“Yup, I can read, too.” Steve swallows down his annoyance, he knows he’s only done this to himself.

“Since when?”

“It’s this stupid hat,” Steve complains, as if this is the only appropriate answer. “I’m telling you, it’s making everyone think I’m some pathetic guy who can’t ask a girl out.”

Robin leans against the window. “Yeah, company policy is the reason that you’re an idiot for not asking out Y/N.” She thinks for a moment and tries to offer the teen some advice. “Ya know, it’s a crazy idea, but have you considered telling the truth?”

“What? That I’m hopelessly in love with her? Sure, I’m such a catch who couldn’t even get into Tech and whose douchebag dad is trying to teach a lesson, now making three bucks an hour with no future.” Steve laughs at himself. “A catch who, by the way, could’ve been hers back in December had he not been a complete moron? What a great truth.”

Robin frowns, now feeling bad for making him feel this way. While she doesn’t understand everything, she gets that Steve has had a difficult few months. Taking pity on him, she points out some girls approaching and tries to lighten his mood. “Hey, twelve o’clock! Maybe they’ll see your side of things.”

Steve turns around and sees the girls as well. “Shit, okay. Okay, I can do this! I’m going in.” He quickly snatches the sailor hat from his head and tosses it to Robin. “Screw company policy, I’m getting advice about Y/N one way or another.”

For a second, Robin has hope for him, but then he opens his Scoops Ahoy greeting way too loud and then immediately starts to ramble about you, and she sighs in defeat and marks another tally underneath the you suck column.

–

Hiking up a giant, grassy hill in ninety degree heat while hauling heavy equipment for a giant radio that your brother built to talk to his alleged long distance girlfriend definitely wasn’t what you had in mind today. In fact, you mourn the fact that you aren’t working today.

You’re only here to hear about Dustin’s girlfriend, honestly.

“Aren’t we high enough?” Lucas pants, voicing what everyone else is thinking.

Dustin shakes his head. “Cerebro works best at a hundred meters.”

“You know, I’m pretty sure people in Utah have telephones.” Max quips.

You wipe sweat from your brow and cringe, you feel disgusting. “Max, you’ve always been so wise.”

“Suzie’s Mormon.” Says Dustin, and you almost trip over a rock.

“You’re dating a Mormon?”

Lucas talks over you. “Oh, shit. She doesn’t have electricity?”

“Oh, that’s the Amish.” Max corrects him, and you get flashbacks to when you had to correct Steve about Nazis and Germans.

Will frowns at you. “What are Mormons?”

“Scary people–”

Dustin interrupts you. “Super religious white people. They have electricity and cars and stuff, but… Since I’m not Mormon, her parents would never approve.”

“Please don’t become Mormon,” you beg, dripping even more sweat. “I need someone sane in our family.”

“I won’t,” Dustin reassures you, though he has a far off look in his eyes. “But it’s all a bit Shakespearean, don’t you think?”

“Shakespearean?” Max laughs and you also can’t help but giggle.

Dustin doesn’t let your teasing deter him from reminiscing, though. “Yeah, like Romeo and Juliet.”

“They both die, Dustin.” It’s important to you that he knows this.

“But they were also star crossed lovers.”

“Who killed themselves.”

Below, Mike shouts to the rest of you, “Hey, guys!”

You all turn and you frown when you see just how far he and El are, both of them empty handed and dry as a daisy in the summer heat. When Mike sees that he has all of your attention, he taps at his watch. “This is fun and all, but, uh…”

“I have to go home.” El announces, her arm intertwined through Mike’s.

Dustin points towards the top of the hill no less than a few yards away. “We’re almost there.”

“Sorry, man. Curfew.” Mike shrugs, he isn’t really sorry and you all know it. He then grabs El’s hand and they descend down the hill, giggling and enamored with one another.

With a gleeful laugh, El says goodbye. “Good luck!”

Dustin looks down at his watch. “Curfew at four?”

You’re startled by the time, having assumed it was at least closer to six. Hopper may be an overprotective grump of a man, but not even he is crazy enough to enact a curfew for El at four in the afternoon. “That… Doesn’t sound real.”

“They’re lying.” Lucas explains, frustrated.

“It’s been like this all summer.” Will says bitterly, something that you take note of.

Max nudges you with her shoulder. “I think it’s romantic.”

“It’s gross!” Will voices again.

You bite your lip. “I don’t know, it’s your guys’ last summer before high school and…”

“It’s bullshit.” Dustin finishes for you, hurt in his voice. “I just got home.”

You flick him. “Language! But… I agree.”

Dustin watches with annoyance as Mike and El walk down the hill hand in hand. While he’s incredibly hurt that they’ve ditched him after being gone for a month, he remembers what Steve has taught him. People can suck, but there’s nothing he can do about it. “Well, their loss, right? Onwards and upwards, Suzie awaits!”

Max and Lucas groan at the idea of continuing the hike while you admire your brother’s perseverance. You’re proud of him for not letting Mike and El ruin his plans with the others. He’s excited to be home, and you’re more than happy to go along with whatever schemes he has planned.

You’re about to follow the others up the hill when you realize that Will hasn’t joined. You turn around and see that he has his hand around the back of his neck as he stands there, frozen. Then, he turns and faces Hawkins, stumbling back a bit as he does so, and you watch with a frown on your face.

“Hey, little bee, are you okay?” You gently place a hand on his shoulder, which seems to break him of whatever spell he’d been under.

“I’m fine,” he lies, and you don’t at all believe him. Will looks uneasy, as if he’s just seen a ghost. A part of you begins to worry, but you don’t push him. For all you know, it could be about Mike and his growing distance from the others.

“Well, c’mon, then.” You grab Will’s hand and together you ascend the rest of the hill.

At the top, Dustin drops his bag and sighs. “Made it!”

“Yeah, only took five hours,” Max pants out, stumbling the final few steps up the hill.

You collapse onto the ground and fight to catch your breath. “I run almost every morning. I think I lost a lung back there.”

“Why couldn’t we just play DnD?” Will collapses next to you.

Lucas grabs the flask of water, and as you struggle to get air into your lungs, you watch as he chugs the remaining water without a care in the world. Max watches as well, annoyed, and once again you pity Lucas. He’s such a boy.

Building the radio takes longer than expected. After your short five minute break, Dusin puts you all to work. There’s a million pieces to the thing and your fingers ache from screwing bolts into slots and extending poles. The sun has begun to set when you finally push the giant radio into an upright position. It’s easily fifteen feet high, and it’s an impressive sight that you can’t deny.

“Not bad, Dustin.” You admit, walking around Cerebro in awe.

“Ready to meet my love?” He asks everyone, and you all sit down next to him and eagerly await. Dustin switches the radio on. “Suzie, this is Dustin. Do you copy? Over.”

No one answers. All you hear is radio feedback.

Dustin scratches his nose nervously. “One sec. She’s probably… She’s still there.” Again, no one answers, and he ducks his head down in embarrassment. “Suzie… This is Dustin, do you copy? Over.”

More radio static follows in the absence of Suzie’s response.

You wince, despite trying to appear supportive. You can’t help it, this is embarrassing for your brother. While you don’t doubt that he has a girlfriend, you admit that this doesn’t look good for him. A long distance girlfriend who is hot and smart and magically needs a radio to communicate with? Unlikely.

“I’m sure she’s there,” Dustin tries to explain to you guys, now even more embarrassed. “It’s dinner time, and she’s busy…”

“Yeah, sure.” Lucas tries to be supportive and play along, which you appreciate him immensely for. Max nods as well, but Will just stands there silent.

“Maybe try again?” You encourage, trying to be nice.

Dustin nods and tries once more to contact Suzie, and it goes on like this for a while. He radios, no one answers, and eventually you and everyone else lay down in the grass as you wait for nothing.

Almost an hour passes and the crickets begin to chirp as the sun goes down and the moon comes up. Dustin is still trying to reach Suzie, but Max finally has enough. “Dustin, come on! She’s not there.”

“She’s there, alright? She’ll pick up.”

“Dustin…” You sigh, unsure how to tell him that you also want to leave. You had plans with Steve tonight, he invited you over to watch a movie and you should’ve left ten minutes ago.

Will lifts his head up from the grass. “Maybe Cerebro doesn’t work.”

“Or maybe Suzie doesn’t exist.” Lucas argues.

Dustin gasps. “She exists!”

“She’s a genius and she’s hotter than Phoebe Cates? No girl is that perfect.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose at Lucas’ words and wait for Max’s inevitable offense. He truly, deeply, is such a boy. As predicted, Max sits up and looks down at him with annoyance. “Is that so?”

Lucas shuffles up in panic, now realizing too late what he’s said. “I mean–you’re perfect! I mean, like, perfect–in your own way, in your own, uh, special way!”

“Lucas,” you hit his shoulder. “Stop talking, dude.”

Max laughs, pleased with herself. “Relax, I was teasing. I’m obviously perfect and Dustin is obviously lying.”

“Okay, no,” you now sit up. “He isn’t lying, it’s just a very unfortunate circumstance.”

Max doesn’t listen and instead offers Lucas her hand to help him up so that they can leave. “Come on, Don Juan.”

“Where are you going?” Dustin follows, not understanding yet what’s happening.

“Home,” Max huffs, before remembering that you’re there, too. “Bye, Y/N!”

“Bye,” you wave at them weakly, knowing that this will only upset your brother further as she and Lucas slowly head home.

Dustin stands next to you now. “Well, guess it’s just us and Byers, Y/N,”

Will now stands up and awkwardly avoids your brother’s gaze. “Um… It’s late. Sorry. Maybe tomorrow we can play DnD, or something fun, like we used to?”

Dustin clenches his jaw. You know he’s close to tears, and it breaks your heart to watch. You stand up and rest your arm around him as he responds to Will. “Yeah, sure.”

“Welcome home,” Will says sadly before he starts to walk down the hill as well.

You anxiously watch as he leaves. “Be careful, please!”

“I will!” He reassures you, knowing that you’re still terrified of losing him again.

As you watch Will, Dustin whispers to himself, “Yeah, welcome home.”

His words break your heart even more. Forgetting about your anxiety over Will, you wrap both arms around your brother and hug him. He had been so excited earlier to be home and see all his friends after a month of being away. You understand that the kids are all growing up, but you had always hoped that they’d grow together, not apart.

“You still have all of July and August,” you try to comfort Dustin, desperately hoping that you aren’t lying to both him and yourself. “I’m sure they’ll come around.”

Suddenly the radio attached to Cerebro switches on and Dustin pushes you off of him so that he can get to the radio in time. He stumbles over his feet and trips, and you watch with amusement and curiosity.

He manages to finally untangle himself from the radio and answers. “Suzie, Suzie, is that you?”

You sit down next to Dustin and lean in close to the radio, excited to finally meet your brother’s girlfriend. Instead, you hear what sounds like a foreign language. It’s distinct, slightly muffled, but you know what it is. “Is that…”

“Russian.” Dustin whispers.

Everything changes, then.

–

You force Dustin to go home immediately. He wants to stay, see if he can find any more hidden messages, but you refuse. He’s elated, talking a mile a minute as you bike home, theorizing every possible answer as to why you heard Russian in Hawkins, Indiana.

“Dustin!” You yell at him, terrified that someone could be listening. “Not here, okay?”

He deflates, but pedals home alongside you.

You’re terrified as you bike home, a million thoughts are running through your head. You don’t at all like what any of this could mean; you’ve had enough sketchy government facilities and secret government agencies to last you a fucking lifetime.

When you get home, you order Dustin to go to bed.

“But Y/N, we’ve got to tell someone about this–”

“Tomorrow, okay? Just, please, Dustin.” You’re exhausted and confused and overwhelmed.

Your brother senses that you’re at your limit and reluctantly backs down. “Fine, but can we at least tell Steve tomorrow?”

Hearing Steve’s name puts something at ease within you. Tomorrow, you’ll go to Scoops with Dustin and ask Steve what he thinks about all of this. Comforted by the fact that you now have a plan forming, you begin to calm down. “I promise we’ll tell him tomorrow, okay?”

Dustin nods and heads to his room, wishing you a good night. When you hear his door click shut, you slowly head to your own room. You’re terrified, and there’s only one thing you want to do to lessen the fear that scratches at your throat. After crawling into bed, you call Steve.

He answers immediately. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you breathe out, his voice like an exhale of a summer’s day. “I… I’m sorry I missed our movie night.”

Steve laughs softly. “Angel, I’m just happy you’re okay. I was getting worried there.”

You close your eyes. “It’s been a weird day.”

“Did something happen?” Steve senses that there’s something you aren’t telling him, which worries him.

“Dustin… He may have found something, but I just–I don’t want to talk about it just yet. I… I don’t want to jinx it,” you squeeze your eyes tight and will away the fear you feel. “I–I’m just, I’m so exhausted, you know?”

“Y/N, are you in danger–”

“No,” you dispel any fear that Steve may feel. “I promise I’m okay, I just really need to hear your voice right now, okay? Can you just talk to me, please?”

“Of course I can.” Steve agrees without any questions asked, and you love how he trusts you enough to do this.

Exhaling the remaining fear, you allow the warmth from Steve to hold you through the night. “Thank you, honey.”

“Anytime, angel. You know that.”

And you do.

Steve begins telling you a story from today, how he dropped an ice cream cone on a toddler and enraged the mom, and you fall asleep that night to the sound of his voice over the phone.

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[stevebabey]

CONGRATULATIONS RUBY!!! You're one of my favorite authors so I trust that you'll make something amazing out of this request (if you like it and feel like writing it, no pressure)

❤️‍🔥 with “Nobody in the world has hands this soft.”

just a little steve hand appreciation blurb (bonus points if you include comparing hands with him!!!)

M!!!! AHHH THANK U ANGEL!! im literally so :')) rn u are so very talented so it really means the world for me to hear u like what i write!! your bonus point suggestion like shaped this whole blurb im so glad u included it & omg its the first to break 1k+ words. i went for mutual pining besties bcos i've only written established relationship so far ! enjoy my dear!!! <3

You can’t believe you’re listening to advice from a 14-year old.

It feels like a new low. The idea that you can’t figure out the flirting thing on your own combined with the fact it’s your kid friend Dustin who seems to have a mountain-load of advice makes you feel— well, less than stellar.

But times are tough. And shit, it’s not actually bad advice.

Besides, despite Steve being your best friend, you’ll admit Dustin and him are close as well. Close enough that you made Dustin swear not to rat out your feelings to Steve at the first opportune moment.

He’d scoffed, then very reluctantly agreed. Seemed miffed you wouldn’t let him play matchmaker. Then set to work formulating a perfect plan on how you were to woo Steve — though he insisted you really didn’t need to because Steve was already well and truly obsessed with you.

“Honest!” He had said, eyes bright, and with that familiar cocky smile like he knew more than you. Which, in this case, might be true.

“Steve’s crazy for you, I can tell. He once gave this whole talk about,” Dustin waved his hands around. “Electricity. It’s a whole thing with him. Just trust me, you guys have it.”

Which leads to the here and now. You’re in the passenger seat of Steve’s beemer, the drive-in screen glowing ahead of you, just out the windshield. It’s night time, the dark lit up by dozens of shiny neon signs dotted about around the drive-in keeping you cozy in the car.

There’s an advertisement for Scoops Ahoy! ice-cream, all red, white, and blue, nautical symbols in every corner on a board to your right; a crimson and mustard coloured hot-dog stand with bright lit bulbs around it and a comically large weiner atop it. Beside it is a less glammed up, but nevertheless, trusty popcorn stand.

One of the buckets from there sits between you two, balanced between the seats. Steve seems to be unaware of your inner turmoil, his interest in the film properly piqued as you debate internally on Dustin’s advice. The film is miles away to you, worrying your bottom lip as you reconsider Dustin’s words.

“Just, like... find a way to touch his hand. No, wait- compare hand sizes! That’s like the oldest flirt in the book.” He’d nodded with enough fervor you nearly didn’t question him. Nearly.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you’d asked. “And where did you hear that?”

“Suze.” He’d said plainly. “And Suzie said she heard it from the girls at one of her camps. And it worked on me, so it’ll work on Steve. He’s simple!”

So, how do you go about this? You’re not sure there’s a natural way to ask to compare hand sizes. This feels like a flirt you’d do if he was just a handsome stranger at a party and you had a couple tequila shots on your side for encouragement. Leaned against a wall, sultry giggles and seductive touches; that seems more fitted for the flirt you’re about to try.

But you’re Steve’s best friend, not a stranger, and there’s certainly no liquid courage in your veins. No party. Just you, armed with more butterflies in your stomach than you can count and the advice of a 14-year old. God, you’re screwed.

You steel yourself and steal a glance at Steve. He’s in that grey shirt you like, long sleeved with just two buttons up the top. Both of them are undone.

You feel a bit peaky at how it makes you flush, seeing a flash of his chest. Briefly, you wonder if he’s worn the shirt because he knows it’s one of your favourites. The thought provides no relief to your nerves.

You fix your eyes forward and miss the way Steve glances to check on you, a smile toying at his lips.

Coincidentally, when he reaches for the popcorn, so are you — and your hands brush in the middle, burning hot, and you startle at the touch. Steve’s already apologising, pulling his hand but in a moment, you see it clearly there; your segue.

“Your hands are so much bigger than mine,” You comment, with a quiet chuckle to seem casual, shifting yourself to face him better. Your stomach turns over with nerves and you have to force yourself to meet his eye.

You raise your hand a bit, palm facing him. “See?”

Steve’s pauses, only for a moment, but it’s enough to send your heart rocketing. Just as you’re about to retract your hand and hope to hide your crumpled pride, embarrassment stinging at your chest, Steve grins.

He chuckles and twists in his seat to face you, unfurling his hand and extending it out towards your own.

He wavers, hesitating just short of pressing his hand against yours and when your eyes dart up to his face, your stomach tightens up a bit more at what you find. Nervous, you think giddily, he’s nervous.

In another second the expression is gone and he presses his hand flush against yours.

“I think you might have the world’s smallest hands,” He jokes, curling his fingers over the top of yours just to prove the point. He’s wrong but compared to his large hands, you can see why it certainly might seem that way.

“I think you just have huge hands, Harrington,” You remark, enjoying the feeling of his hand against yours far too much.

The butterflies in your stomach have evolved into something bigger — some sort of lovebird that pecks at your heart and leaves it bleeding in your chest. The beat of its wings gets louder every second Steve doesn’t pull away. In fact, he leans in closer.

“Nope, it’s your hands, 100 percent.” He nods along, lips quirked into an amused smile. The film continues unnoticed, just flashes of light that illuminate the side of his face. Subconsciously, you lean closer into his space, nearly close enough that you could lean over and lay one of him. If you wanted.

Steve continues with a tease, “I’m serious! Nobody in the world has hands this small.”

“Nobody in the world has hands this soft.” You counter with a grin. It’s true, Steve’s hands aren’t at all like how you’d expected; instead of calloused and rough, they’re supple and soft. Like a lover, not a fighter.

It takes a moment to realise your slip. Your heart stutters and Steve’s eyes turn a little wide. His cheeks flush and the only comfort is the obvious delight on his features, even as he blushes pink. His eyes dart to your lips. You hold your breath.

“Yeah?” He asks and licks his lips. “I- I’ve, uh, heard— well, some would say the same about my lips.”

It’s not nearly as smooth as you’ve seen him be, words a bit fumbled. He screws his eyes shut for a moment, gathers his courage, then keeps going. His voice is quiet, eyes watching you closely. “Softest... yeah, softest in the world s’what they’ve said...”

If by some terrible tragedy you’ve misread this and he’s not asking for a kiss, you’ll happily let the ground swallow you up after this. But with the nervous gleam in his eye, his pink lips, and hand against yours, you think you like your odds.

You close your eyes, lean in, and think of luck.

And even if it was just a line, you have to agree; these are the softest lips you’ve ever kissed, and maybe in the entire world.

join the celebration <3!

[sanguineterrain]

✦steve with glasses and his messy hair looking so pretty as he tries to read and maybe study, pushing his glasses over the bridge of his nose, lips pursing when he tries to concentrate and his tongue poking out when he writes and scribbles down some notes <3

*heavy breathing* m.... m what have you done...

insecure!steve, slight make out, absolutely feral reader (it's me. I'm the reader.)

****

Steve is hunched over his kitchen table when you come in. He hasn't heard you yet, or he would've perked up and sought you out for kisses.

You set the tin of homemade cookies on the counter. You know Steve probably hasn't thought to eat much; ever since he threw himself into college applications, he's been somewhat of a hermit. He won't even let you help with his essays, which is very strange, but you don't question it. It's Steve's process, and whatever he needs from you, you're happy to provide.

But also: you haven't seen each other in two days, and you might go insane if you don't curl up with him on the couch soon.

You move quietly, not wanting to disturb his concentration. You place a few cookies on a plate and pour some milk from the fridge. You'd made snickerdoodles: Steve's favorite.

You pad over to the kitchen table. Steve's back faces you, shoulders curved inwards.

"Baby," you say softly, setting down the snack next to him. "You'll hurt your neck sitting like that."

You slip your hands over his shoulders and dip down to kiss his face and—oh.

You blink. Steve has... glasses?

"Hey," you start. "Where did—"

They're gone in a flash. Steve tears them off and shoves them into his pocket. His cheeks are dusted pink. You frown.

"Why'd you take 'em off, sweetie?"

Steve shakes his head.

"Didn't want you to know."

"Didn't want me to know... you wear glasses? Why not?"

Steve pushes hair behind his ear and fiddles with his pencil.

"'S stupid," he says.

"No," you reply immediately. "It's not stupid if it's making you feel bad. Tell me, baby, please?"

You sit in the adjacent chair and lean in to hold Steve's hand. You squeeze encouragingly. Steve swallows.

"People made fun 'f me," he admits quietly. "My–my dad said only weak men wear glasses."

"What? What the fuck does he know? God, what a—"

You catch yourself. Right. This is about Steve, not his prick father.

"Sorry, honey," you say. "Go on."

Steve shrugs. He's wound tightly, poised like he's ready to bolt any second.

"I've needed glasses since sixth grade. I just didn't wear them 'cause Tommy teased me. And some girls said I looked better without 'em. So I just never wore 'em. But now—" Steve swallows. "I—I guess the stuff with the Upside-Down made my vision worse 'cause the letters are too blurry for me to see without glasses."

Steve stops then. He looks at your neck, not your eyes. You realize he's waiting for you to pass judgment.

"Baby," you say. "Can you show me your glasses?"

Steve looks a little green at the request. You kiss his cheek, petting his face.

"I bet you look really cute," you add. "Bet I'll wanna kiss you till your glasses fog up."

Steve snorts at that.

"Smooth," he says. "Which one of us was the king in high school?"

You grin.

"What're you talking about, Stevie? Obviously, I ruled the school and you got all shy when I charmed your pants off."

Steve really does go shy at that. You prod his arm.

"Please, baby? I promise it's okay. Promise I won't make fun of you or laugh at you. You know I'd never do that."

Steve heaves a sigh. Then he reaches into his pocket and puts on the glasses.

The lenses are a little thick, and make Steve's big eyes even bigger. They're clear, thin frames that sit delicately on Steve's nose.

You have a visceral reaction because holy shit. Whoever said Steve looked ugly in glasses had stew for brains.

"Oh," you breathe.

"What?" Steve panics, reaching for the glasses. "What? They're bad, right? I knew I shouldn't have trusted that guy at the doctor's. He said everybody's wearing these, but—"

You stop him by his wrists. Steve looks at you, eyes wide with confusion.

"You look so good," you say.

Steve's ears go red. He ducks his head.

"You don't—you don't have to say that stuff, Y/N. I know they're dorky and—"

"No, Steve. I—fuck. You're so fucking cute."

You stand and situate yourself on his lap, straddling one thigh. You cup his face, feeling the soft skin.

"Such a pretty boy," you coo. "So, so pretty."

You take him for a proper kiss before he can argue. He follows along clumsily like maybe you really did rule the school instead of him, soft and pliant underneath.

You feel rabid. Of course, you hadn't expected Steve to look ugly in the glasses. Steve is handsome in everything. But...

You pull away. Steve's lips are swollen. His glasses are fogged up. You grin.

"Oh, baby. You've been holding out on me."

You tuck your hands behind his neck and twirl the shorter hairs there. Steve holds your hips, half-lidded.

"They really look good?" he asks, voice a little stronger.

"Yeah, sweetie. They really do. My handsome boy."

Steve swallows hard. You give him a chaste kiss on his nose and then reach behind to bring a cookie to his lips. He pouts.

"Eat," you order.

"But..." Steve openly stares at your lips.

"Eat," you say, leaning in. "And I'll fog up your glasses all you want. 'Kay?"

Steve takes the cookie.

[quits-writing]

stranger things x older brother figure! rich! reader

a/n: to celebrate stranger things s4 vol 2 coming out today in a few hours, i’ve decided to give us all masc aligned people a treat before shit goes down, enjoy.

cw: contains some scenes from the series (not enough to spoil), mentioned homophobia & fragile masculinity, bullying scenario, messy cuz i just put whatever random shit pops up to my mind and im also writing this at 1:30 am, NOT PROOFREAD!!

depending on your personality, it’s either the group would see you as the “cool” brother like in the movies or the “annoying” brother in real life

as kids, you’d have to defend them against bullies, seniority scares majority of the kids.

but if they don’t want you to interfere, they’d just ask you on how to defend theirselves

tell them some witty comebacks

yeah i don’t think they can do it without it leading into a physical fight so you’d have to watch their back before it becomes one

spoil them! buy them action figures, comics, new set of dnd miniatures. they’d worship you…for 5 mins before hyper-focusing on that same item you bought for them

you’d be such a big help to joyce and jonathan if you decide to fund and help them with the will situation in s1

jonathan actually talked to you, also joyce’ll treat you as her other son

imagine having a platonic relationship with max, your relationship is the relationship she wishes she has with billy

billy would probably spite you for it (he’s jealous and doesn’t want to admit it lol)

oh, and the group would probably jokingly make you compete with steve for the “best mom older brother” award (dustin would also make eddie compete too if you’ve met each other already)

somehow, they’ll find a way to turn your words against you

okay. imagine s3, the vent scene with erica

m/n: alright. how much do you want, kid? hundred? thousand? a million bucks?

robin: you’re gonna offer, a child, a million? do you even have a million on-hand?

m/n, a rich teen: uh yeah??? 🧍

robin: okay, what the actual fu–!

if you’re part of the LGBTQIA+, and openly into men or in touch with your femininity. mike’s dad would try and tell mike to not be associated with you again (sorry but he reeks of homophobia and fragile masculinity)

remember that one scene in s4 (ep 5, 1:00:52) where he’s so salty at dustin and the gang for hanging out in their house? that but insert m/n there

mr. wheeler: –why not? take us for all we’re worth

dustin: oka–

*slam*

m/n: if you care so much about your money, then here’s a fucking stack. thank you so much for your hospitality”

mr. wheeler: *is baffled by the amount of cash a teen could have* how’d you get this money??

m/n: oh i’m actually am a stripper and i have a sugar daddy– of course, i worked for it, obviously. i have a job.

dustin: *whispering* holy fucking shit, you’re so cool

if you have “old rich” money than “hard earned” money, it’s the same thing but probably less “cooler” in their eyes

if not all of them, at least one would keep bugging you on what job you have to earn a lot of money

some would say, they’re still bugging what you do for a living ‘til today

[sweet-villain]

You Had Me~ S.H Ft E.M

@somethingvicked asked:

Hi! Ok, so this is a bit of complicated(?) request. Reader is currently in a relationship with Steve, she used to be with Eddie but they broke up because she felt like Eddie didn't make her a priority with the band and DnD. In the beginning everything was great with Steve but then he started to distance too, and soon she finds out that he's cheating with Nancy - that he has never really gotten over Nancy.

So she goes to Eddie, originally to ask for weed but ends up telling him everything. And Eddie is like "he's a fool. Bigger fool than I was. I had you, I was just stupid enough to take you for granted, but I would never cheat on you. You were and ... still are the only one for me. I've never stopped loving you."

And then they end up spending the night together and Eddie tells her if she gives him another chance he will never make that mistake again, because he now knows the pain of losing her.

And so the next morning, she tells Steve that it's over between them, that she knows he was cheating but it's ok because she spent the night with Eddie, so they're 'even'. But it also kind of crushes Steve because she left HIM not the other way around (petty I know)

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A smile lit up on your face when your head turned to look at your boyfriend who happily was helping out a customer as he handed them the film they were looking for. He kindly smiled at them, his hair bouncing a bit as he nodded his head. He was beautiful even from afar. You happily sigh thinking how luck you got to be with him. You were too busy staring at him to notices a box on the floor which caused you to trip over. The loud noise has caused everyone in the store including your boyfriend to glance over where the noise has came from. Steve put his finger up letting the customer know he was going to be right back and walked the way he heard where the noise was coming from. 

A pair of feet stood in front of your eye sight as you laid on the floor. You knew the pair of feet and who they belonged to. Your eyes rose up to meet your boyfriend’s amused face. He stood there with his hands on his hips, shaking his head as a chuckle escapes from him. 

“ Clumsy today, aren’t we?” 

You huffed and rose to your feet, rubbing your knees feeling a slight burn there from the fall. 

“ I got distracted” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. Steve rose his eyebrow and wondered what on earth would distract you. Your cheeks flushed thinking he was onto you and had you all figured out. But he stood there wondering in silence and you thought he forgot he had a customer waiting for him. 

“ Uh, babe” you call him. He hummed in response as he snapped out of his thought and his eyes met yours. 

Your finger pointed where the customer stood, waiting for him and watching where he stood. Steve turns his head to see what you were pointing at and his eyes got widen as he rushed back over. 

“ I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to keep you waiting” He said, apologizing over and over again. The customer looked at him in amusement, laughed a bit at the way he was stumbling over his words and shook their head at Steve. You laughed too, leaning down to get to box that you tripped over and bringing to the other side of the store. 

“ Have a good day!” He shouted towards the customer in hopes he didn’t make himself look like a doofus. But he was your doofus. He made you happy. It hasn’t been that very long that the two of you got together, you were too afraid that he didn’t feel more than a friend sort of way towards you. You thought he was still hung up on Nancy and waiting for her to fall back into his arms. 

But it never came. He has chosen you. 

You didn’t always think of Steve in that way. No, you were with Eddie first. He was your first love and first everything. He used to be the reason you smiled and laugh. He was really good to you at the beginning of your relationship. He would pick you up in the mornings and drive you to school. He would open doors for you and hold your books. He would give you a good morning kiss and a good night kiss. He would listen to your rants and joke around with you. He’d rush to sit next to you in class. He’d pick up flowers for you when he saw them. He would make mixtapes for you. He would invite you to the HideOut where you watch Corroded Coffin play. You used to sit by him at the Hellfire table and would sit in his campaigns, listening to him talk. He always reassured you and told you how beautiful you were. He was your biggest supporter. 

Until things has changed. 

Eddie has grown distant, pushing you away and not really having time for you anymore. He would cancel dates telling you he was tired or that Wayne had him something to do. He was always planning a new campaign and telling you how he needs to finish it before he sees you. He was always busy and you hadn’t been a priority to him. 

Band practice and D&D was all he did. There was a brief of a kiss on the cheek and a quick hello when he saw you in school. But even in school he was laughing with the rest of the Hellfire Club and goofing off. You would sit besides him at the Hellfire table in silence as you ate your own lunch. Dustin, Mike and the rest of the Hellfire Club had taken notice the distance that Eddie has put between you and him. They never spoken about it because they didn’t want to piss of Eddie and have him cancel a campaign that was coming up. 

“ Is everything okay between you and Eddie?” Dustin would ask. You had no idea how to answer him because you weren’t too sure anymore what was going on in your own relationship. It was breaking apart and you had no idea how to approach Eddie with this. Your brain would think about if you did something wrong to piss him or made him mad at you. 

But you came up with nothing and you were running into a dead end. 

“ I don’t know” you tell him. The look on your face told Dustin that things weren’t okay and you were breaking apart. He pulls you into his arms for a comforting hug as he rubs your back. 

Dustin and the rest of the guys thought that they were pulling Eddie away from you and they were the cause of your relationship to go downhill. But that wasn’t the case. 

Eddie did’t seem to be interested in the relationship anymore or you. 

Finally one day, you had enough of this and stormed into the theatre room sending an apologetic look to the others for interrupting the campaign that was going on. Eddie’s head shoots towards you, sending you a glare for interrupting but you stormed up to him and laid it out there for him. 

If he was even going make time to talk to you about your relationship than you were going to make the time for him. 

“ Listen here Eddie Munson, I don’t know who you think you are anymore but this isn’t how a relationship works. You keep pushing me away when all I want is for you to make a little amount of time for me. I don’t know what I did wrong for you to act this way towards me but I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want to keep waiting in hopes you are going to come back one day and tell me you want to be with me and you were just too busy with practice or the campaign. I’m tired of this, from this day forward Eddie Munson…” you leaned down to whisper into his face and looking into those brown eyes you used to love looking into, “ We are done.” 

You pulled away. The color on his face washes as his face turns pale, and his eyes gloss over as he looks up at you. His lower lip quivers as he hangs his head feeling hurt. He knows he messed up and he knows he’s been pushing you away. 

“ Carry on” you tell the others, waving to them as you make your way to the door. Not even glancing back at Eddie feeling like a sort of weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You were going to look forward and not backward, moving past this or least try your best. 

The others look towards Eddie as his head hung but his shoulder shook as he silently cried sitting on his throne. He never imagined you’d be the one to break up with him. 

Now he gets to watch you be happy with someone else. Someone that he doesn’t think is the right fit for you but he doesn’t tell you what he thinks of your relationship. He lets it be because he wants you to be happy even though he’s hurting deeply inside. He should of treated you better. He should of made more time for you. He should of done more. 

The door opened to Family Video and the sound of your friends voices filled your ears. Your head popped up seeing Nancy, Dustin, Mike, El and Eddie walk through the doors talking very loudly while Dustin was waving his arms as he explained himself. You stared in amusement at your boyfriend who threw his own hands in the air knowing Dustin was going to make a mess out of his videos stacked on the counter or Eddie was going to skim his fingers through all the movies in the horror section, rearrange them for Steve to put them back where they belonged. 

You laughed going back to stacking the new once that had came in onto a shelf while you were humming. You hadn’t noticed a pair of feet before you. The jingle coming from them and the scent of weed, pine, cigarettes and his shampoo was a straight give away on who it was. You didn’t even need to look at him to know it was Eddie. Your mouth suddenly began to grow dry and your unsure what he wants. You don’t even know what to say to him. 

Things between the two of you weren’t really good per say. You came to him from time to time to get weed since you’ve been working more hours and stressing yourself out with things at home too. 

“ Anything interesting came in?” He squatted down, one of his hands grasp the box as he took a look inside of the remaining films in there that you haven’t even touched. The lump in your throat felt heavy as you avoided eye contact. He hums as he notices a film that seems to catch his attention and pulls it out of the box to take a look at the back. His eyes scan over the writing it there but his eyes drop over to where your stacking the films noticing you haven’t said a word to him at all. 

“ Cat got your tongue?” He asks. He waits to see if your going to say something to him but you don’t as you pull the empty box from his grasp and stood back up. You were ready to take it to the back when he ripped it out your hands. 

“ Did you go mute or something?” He asked trying to catch your eyes in hopes you’d make eye contact with him. 

You hadn’t noticed the store had gotten silent and eyes were on you and Eddie. Steve grew closer to where you were, eyebrows knitted together as he was ready to come between if Eddie tried something. He knew what happened between you and Eddie. 

You looked behind Eddie at your boyfriend who’s eyes filled with concern. 

“ Leave her be, Eddie” Nancy tells Eddie. Both Eddie and Steve turned at the sound of her voice. You hadn’t noticed the look on Steve’s face when he looked at her. You were making your way to the back with the empty box in your hands. You kinda were glad at that time for her as she made Eddie’s attention away from you even for a few minutes. But you chose not to look at your own boyfriend’s face that brighten up at the sound of her voice. 

Eddie did. He saw it. He looked over to Nancy as the two shared a look between each other. She looked away noticing Eddie has been watching. Steve snapped his gaze away from her noticing you were making your way back. 

“ Are there any more boxes?” He asked trying to shield that he was looking at Nancy and his eyes were begging him him to take one more look. You shook your head moving to the side where Dustin stood as he was rummaging inside his backpack for something.

“ Everything, alright?” You asked noticing his sense of worry as he couldn’t find what he was looking for. 

“ Aha!” He shouted taking out a bag cookies that seem to be a little crushed up. His smiling face dropped as he sighed to himself seeing some of them damaged and broken. An apologetic look crossed his face when he passed you the cookies. 

“ My mom told me to give you these, she said it was a thank you for tutoring me last week you came over” he says. “ I’m sorry they look broken. My comic books must of crushed them” he zipped up his backpack but you still happily took the cookies. You weren’t going to pass the opportunity of cookies. 

“ It was nothing, but thank you” when you were too busy talking to Dustin, Nancy and Steve were sharing another look. This time Eddie saw their eyes sparkle at each other. His eyebrows knitted together as his brain tried to wrap around to see if something was going on between the two of them. His eyes locked on your figure to see you were too busy distracted talking to Dustin to notice this all. Was Steve cheating on you? 

Eddie kept his mouth shut because he didn’t know the truth. He has seen the looks but he has no idea if something was going on. He didn’t want to assume. 

“ When is everyone coming over for D&D?” Dustin asked Eddie. Eddie snapped out of his thoughts as he looked over to Dustin telling him the time that they were coming over. You had finally turned around spotting your boyfriend looking at Nancy. 

You look between the two of them to see what was going on but they have been gazing at each other. Your heart sank a little feeling the feeling in your gut tell you that you should believe what you were seeing. That the two of them still had something going on. There was missed feelings. 

Eddie saw the sadness in your eyes and the little hope there. He sees it. His own heart hurts feeling like you were going to get up hurt. But he can’t say anything, you two aren’t on the best of terms right now and he had no idea if he was ever going to get the chance to have you in his life, even if it’s just a friend. 

“We should go, we have to pick up Lucas and Max” Dustin says as he reminded Nancy. Nancy snapped her eyes from Steve as she nodded her head, brushing her hair behind her ear and cleared her throat. 

“ Right. It was nice to see you….” She cleared her throat, “ Steve” She said his name so sweetly causing you to cringe inside. Her eyes moved over to you seeing you were still here and you were now watching her cautiously. “ Y/N” she added. Your name rolling of her tongue and her nose twitched. 

The two of you were never really friends, you just knew each other in school and because she used to be with Steve. 

“ You too” Steve answered her, he attempted to smile at her but dropped it forgetting for a moment that you were here too. He covered it up with clearing his throat as he looked away and his eyes focused on you. You were now standing behind the counter turned to straighten out the stack of his films he had made to occupy from watching her. 

You felt the rise of goosebumps and feeling the air tighten knowing eyes were watching the three of you in silence. 

“ I’m going to stay here for a little longer, I want to find something for movie night on Friday. You’re still coming over, Henderson?” Eddie asked breaking the tension and you were thankful he did. 

“ Why wouldn’t I? As long as it’s not Nightmare on Elm Street, I’ve lost count how many times we watched it” 

“ It’s a good movie, right Y/N?” He asked. It was the very first film you have watched with Eddie when you were with him. First movie night with him. Your hands froze from making sure Steve’s tapes weren’t falling over and swallowed the lump in your throat as you nodded your head. You weren’t going to speak feeling if you used your voice then it would be all over. 

Eddie chuckled at your reaction. Steve frowned and crossed his arms over his chest as he stood in Eddie’s view of blocking you from looking at you. Eddie stopped and noticed right away what Steve had done. 

“ Let’s talk about this movie you need to find, Munson” Steve says as he put his hand on Eddie’s back leading him away from the counter while you turned around quickly making your way to the back. You felt like you weren’t able to breath and things were getting hot. You felt like something was crawling all over you from the two of them being in the same room as you. There was so much tension. You felt it. 

You closed the door of the office putting your back to it and leaning against it. You closed your eyes taking deep breathes in and out. A knock came to the door a few minutes later causing your eyes to snap open. Your heart racing not knowing who was on the other side of the door. Did Eddie leave? Was it you and Steve? 

You didn’t want to open the door just yet. 

“ It’s me, honey” you heard the sound of your boyfriends’ voice on the other side of the door. A breath of relief comes from you as you step away from the door and your hand reaches for the handle to pull the door open. He’s standing there with a worry look on his face. Your eyes move behind his shoulder to see if you were going to spot Eddie. But you saw no sign of him. It was like Steve read your mind and answered your question where you were wondering where Eddie had gone to. 

“ I sent him home, he left” He says as he steps into the room. 

His hand reached out to take your own in his hands as he squeezes them and bends down to eye level with you. 

“ Are you okay?” He asked. “ Did he say something to you?” 

You shook your head. 

“ Do you want to go home? We can close early and we can cuddle for the rest of the night” 

You shook your head again. 

“ Can you please use your words, honey? Can you do that for me?” He asks. Your lips drew in a thin line as you gazed at your boyfriend searching his face. The words were on the tip of your tongue begging you to ask him if he still cared for Nancy the way he cared for you. You saw the look on his face before, it was nothing from the way he looked at you like that. 

Instead the words, “ I’m good and we need get up front. Who knows who else might come in today” you mumbled. He frowned when you pulled your hands away from his grasp and made your way to the door but he put his hand up in front of the door preventing you from opening it. 

“ What did I do?” He asked. 

You wanted to tell him how you felt about the way he looked at Nancy. It wasn’t the first time he did it. You question yourself if being with him was worth it and if he was still hung up on her. There must be something more special about her than you were to him. 

“ We’re okay” you tell him, reaching on toes to kiss him on the cheek. It was to reassure him slightly that they were okay but in the back of your mind, you were hurting and you were scared to lose him. 

“ Okay” Steve nodded, really not sure about it right now but he wasn’t going to push. 

It was move night at Steve’s house when you first notice the look of distance from him and his chosen spot was right next to her leaving the open space to have you sit by Eddie. He sends you an apologetic look when he notices the empty spot next to him when you arrived with snacks in your hands. 

“ Let me help you with those” Eddie offers standing from his spot as he makes his way over to you to help you, he walks into Steve’s kitchen while you gaze at your boyfriend who’s too busy shuffling through the movies in his hands to figure out what you watch first and Nancy leaning over at him talking to him. Your heart felt like a knife has struck it, leaving an open wound there. The tears in your eyes were blurring your vision as you walked into the kitchen. 

You held yourself together feeling your stomach tie in horrible knots at the feeling you were feeling. Eddie had already placed two bowls for you to pour your snacks in that were still in your hands. He does takes notices of the look on your face and doesn’t say anything because it’s not his place even though all he wants is to walk into the living room and smack Steve in the head. He holds the bowl for you when you open one bag of chips and starts to pour into the bowl. 

No words are exchanged between you and Eddie. They don’t need to. There is an understanding on his face and the small smile he sends you is a reassuring one that brings you comfort. The two of you have a moment of looking at one another before it’s interrupted. 

“ Any day now, Munson” Max peeks her head out as she looks between the two of you, “ Oh am I interrupting something?” She asks. “ Or are you two going to stand there gawking at each other all night?” 

Eddie and you turn to glare at Max who’s smirking. She knows the fact that Eddie has not gotten over you or will ever, she knows his secret and she is aware how Steve is acting. She wants to knock his head in, but she’s more worried on how you’ll handle it. She sees you aren’t too troubled by it, so she’s not doing anything. 

“ Shut it, Mayfield” Eddie mutters to her as he pushes a bowl into her hands and walking past her. You walk into the living room a few minutes later as the movie starts to play. You take one more look at your boyfriend who hasn’t moved from his spot as he doesn’t get up to give you a kiss when you walked through the door, he doesn’t greet you with open arms and a smile, he doesn’t look your way but only has nodded his head when you walked in.

That was the only acknowledgment he has given you. You glanced down at your chosen outfit for the night and seeing nothing wrong with it. A hand is placed on your arm on one side, a squeeze was given and you turn your head meeting Robin’s gaze as she reassures you that what your wearing is comfortable and cute. She waves you off when you turn again to look at your boyfriend. 

“ Ignore the dickhead” she mutters in your ear. She throws her arm around your shoulder where you cuddle into her side. She doesn’t mind one bit. 

The second time you notice your boyfriend’s distance is when he didn’t show up one morning to drive you to work. You tapped your fingers on your knees and sat on the front steps of the house waiting for him. Your mom has left for work while your dad was away on the a business trip. 

You look down at your watch seeing the time on it. It was almost time for you to go to work and he hasn’t shown up to drive you to work. You had two options, you could ride your bike to work or you could go back inside and have someone else drive you to work. Robin doesn’t drive. You weren’t going to ask Nancy to drive you. No, that wasn’t the option. You had another option. Eddie. You waited a couple more minutes before giving up that your boyfriend wasn’t coming to pick you up.

“ Asshole” you muttered to yourself, making your way back into the house and heading towards the kitchen to get the phone. It was hanging on the wall when you spotted it. Your hand reached for it, hesitantly dialing it. You still remember the numbers as clear as day and it rang and rang until he picked up the phone. 

“ Munson Residence, how can we help you?” The edges of your lips pulled up into a small smile, you wanted to snicker too. Eddie was always such a character when he picked up the phone. 

“ Hi Eddie” the sound of your voice almost threw Eddie off balance as his eyes got widen. You never called him anymore. This must of been important. “ What did Harrington do now?” He asked, he took his pants off the floor and put them on. You heard the chain jingle on the other line knowing what he was doing. 

“ Did I wake you?” You asked, “ I’m sorry” you added. “ This was stupid, you can go back to bed…” you muttered. 

“ No, I’m awake. What’s wrong?” He asked. 

You sighed, looking around your kitchen, “ Steve was suppose to drive me to work this morning but he never showed up… I was wondering…” you didn’t even get to finish hearing him grab his keys. 

“ I’ll be there in 10” he says. 

“ Eddie…” you started to say but he already knew what you were going to say. 

“ I know” he says, hanging up. The next ten minutes, Eddie was in front of your house and beeped the horn letting you know he’s there. You threw the door open and ran to the van, throwing the door open and hopping inside. The familiar sent of weed, pine, cigarette fills you. It’s something you really used to and something you miss. But you don’t tell him that and he doesn’t need to know that. 

“ Thank you for, you know..picking me up and driving me..” You mumbled, buckling up as he waited for you to do so. He was more careful driver now since the two of you broke up. 

“ It’s not a problem. I’m sorry dickhead was too busy doing whatever do pick you up.” 

“ It’s fine” the drive to work was silent, Eddie had put on some music to cut the silence out. It made him uncomfortable and he was itching to ask you how you were doing, honestly. He wanted to hear you talk to him. But he was scared because he doesn’t know where the two of you stand. 

He parks the car in front of Family Video and your boyfriends car is parked already in his spot. You frowned, unbuckling. Maybe, he forgot to pick you up this morning. It felt strange that he didn’t. He always remembers. 

“ Thank you again” you turned to Eddie as he nods, lowering his music. He wants to reach over to wrap your in a hug but chooses to lean back in his seat and watch you get out of the van and to the front doors of Family Video. He watches just as your hand opens the door, your shoulder hunching up and something about the way you walked in told him you were seeing something you didn’t like.

The thing you were seeing was Nancy and Steve talking to one another in the comedy section. The door jingled letting Steve know there was a customer but it was you that was walking through the doors. Steve turns his had about to greet the customer he thought it was and when it was you, he went back to listening to what Nancy was telling him. You stood at the front door, ready to work but your heart shattered seeing what you saw. He didn’t bother to walk over to you to kiss you, or greet you in any way.

It hurt. She did though and you didn’t return it. 

You hated working here. Why couldn’t Robin be here instead? 

When Nancy had left an hour later, your back was to the counter watching as your boyfriend looked through a magazine on the counter. 

“ So, this is what we’re doing now?”you asked. Steve’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as he flipped a page. 

“ What are you talking about?” He finally asked, it was mumbled into his hand as he leaned his head on it. 

“ This” you pointed between the two of you, “ You were suppose to pick me up from work this morning or did all your brain cells flew out of your head?” He closed the magazine and straightened himself out. He put his hands on the counter and sighed. 

“ I forgot” he says with a shrug. It was like he didn’t care about you or this relationship anymore. 

“ Real nice, did you forget your my boyfriend too?” He closed his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“ Right, what really am I to you?” 

He shook his head and puts his hands up as he walked from behind the counter and around. “ I don’t wanna talk about this right now, there is new inventory coming in later by the way. Keith is stooping by too.” Steve says as he walks to the back. 

“ Jerk” you mumbled, scoffing at the sight of him. 

The third time that Steve was becoming distant to you was when he canceled date night that you had planned for weeks now and he said something about his parents throwing a party at home where he needed to be there. You asked if you could see him after and he said he was going to go to bed later and hung up the phone

You stared at your phone hoping it would magically ring but it doesn’t. Tears roll down your cheeks and you brought your knees up to your chest crawling back on your bed thinking on why did you deserve this. First Eddie was distant with you in your relationship with him and now Steve was doing the saws thing. 

It had been the third time he has done this. Your relationship with him wasn’t the same. He didn’t call you, “ Honey” anymore, he didn’t crawl through your bedroom window anymore, he didn’t look at you like you were his whole world, he didn’t tell you how beautiful you looked anymore, there were no kisses, no cuddles, no sex either and more importantly his attention was on her. 

You should of have known that it was her. It was going to be her all along. You felt so alone and so unwanted. 

He proved it to you that it was her along when you came over his house the following day to talk to him about your relationship with him and how the two of you were going to continue to happen if he was going to be like this. 

But the sight you saw made you feel like your heart has been run over by a big garbage truck over and over until there were little pieces of it left and thrown into a shredder where it was going to be taken to a dump ground. It didn’t matter anymore how you felt about him. 

It was all there. 

He had his arms wrapped around her as her hands were wrapped around him as the two were lip locking right in front of his house, near his car. They hadn’t noticed you standing there or heard the sound of your footsteps. All the focus were on each other and you swore you never felt such hurt in your life. Not until now, not until you saw your boyfriend cheating on you with the girl he never gotten over.

The tears that were flowing down your cheek were wiped away with the back of your hands. You needed to get away from here and before you know it, your feet take you somewhere were you used to feel comfort and safe. You stare at his trailer seeing the van parked out front and no sign of Wayne’s truck. He must be working late. You wrapped your arms around yourself making your way to the door and giving it three knocks. It used to be way to tell Eddie that it was you who was knocking on his door. 

It’s something the two of you came up with when the other came over. 

Eddie’s head shot up in concern hearing the knocks. Three knocks. His heart raced knowing it was you. Why were you here? He looked at the time on the wall and he didn’t know if you were working today or not. It was so unusual for you to come to him or ever now. 

The three knocks came again. 

“ I’m coming” you hear him say through the other side of the door and balance back on the balls of your feet waiting for him to open the door. The door swings open revealing Eddie, he’s in pajamas and a Metallica shirt on with his hair down in messy mane of curls. He has a spoon in his hands that has peanut butter on it. 

“ Hey” you mumble. Your voice isn’t loud and Eddie scans your face seeing puffiness underneath your eyes. 

“ What’s wrong?” He says, leaning against the door with his shoulder as he licks some peanut butter off the spoon, waiting for you to talk to him. You sniffled, looking away from him. 

“ Um, I have a $20 on me. Do you have some weed I can buy off of you?” Eddie straightens himself out and looks you over again. 

“ I do, come in” he says, holding the door letting you walk in. You move past him, brushing up against him slightly and he closes the door after you walk. He goes to the back where his room is leaving you in standing in the middle of the living room as you eyes look at the familiar cups that you have looked at many times when you were over. 

He comes back a few minutes later with a small bag in your hands. 

“ You haven’t bought from me in awhile, did something happen?” He asked. He stands before you watching as you fish out a grumbled $20 from your back pocket of your pants and hand to him. He eyes it but doesn’t take it. 

“ Nothing” you mumbled, shaking the money in your hands waiting for him to take it. 

He doesn’t look like he believes you. 

“ Take it” you shove the money in his chest now but the money drops on the ground. Your hand outstretches waiting for the bag of weed he has in his hands to be given to you but it doesn’t come. 

“ I don’t have all day, Eddie” he sighs as he gives you the weed. It looks more than what he usually gives you. 

“ You were crying” he points out when he reaches down to grab the bill off the ground. “ It’s not nothing when you’ve been crying.” 

Your bottom lip quivers and tears began to roll down your cheeks. Eddie frowns and throws his arms around you and pulls you into him as he holds you. One of his hands come up into your hair, combing the knots from it as the other rubs your back in comfort. He hopes it would help, stop you from crying. 

“ He kissed her..”  You mumble into his shirt that was already soaked with your tears. Eddie didn’t seem to hear it because he pulled away from you and asked you to repeat yourself on what you had told him. 

“ I saw them kissing” you tell him. “ He cheated on me” Eddie’s eyes widen and his jaws dropped from what he heard. 

“ Oh, he’s a goner..” Eddie says as he makes his way to the door, he was ready to sock the light out of Steve Harrington. But your hand on his wrist pulls him back. He turns around seeing you were shaking and crying again. He pulls you back into his arms where he leads youth the couch. 

“ You don’t deserve that” 

You shrug in response. 

“ he's a fool. Bigger fool than I was. I had you, I was just stupid enough to take you for granted, but I would never cheat on you. You were and ... still are the only one for me. I've never stopped loving you." 

The words pull you into a shock as you gaze at him to see if he was serious or not. He was. He wasn’t smiling. There wasn’t a trace of he’s joking in his eyes. They are filled with love, hope and need in them. Those brown doe eyes of his are scanning your face for some answers. 

“ Eddie..I..” He shakes his head putting a finger to your lips to hush you. 

“ You don’t need to say anything right now, I needed you to know that I still love you.. always will love you…” 

You don’t know how it happened but the next thing you know is your face is leaning in, close enough for feel his breath on your face. Eddie is gazing down at your lips and back at your eyes. 

“ What are you doing?” He asks. “ You don’t want to do this” he says. 

Your hand comes up to his face, fingers running over his cheeks and moving some hair away from his face. 

“ You’re vulnerable and I can’t take advantage of that” he says. 

“ You’re not” you mumble to him, brushing your lips against his. His eyes close feeling your lips press softly against his. You are testing the waters and letting him pull away if he doesn’t want to do this. You didn’t feel wrong about this. Something about this felt right and Eddie grabs onto you and pulls you into his lap. Your legs are on either side of him while his hand go underneath your shirt to run his hands down your back. 

The soft kisses turn into much more deeper, passionate and filled with need as his tongue slides into your mouth meeting your own for battle. Your hands go into his hair, tugging it and wanting to hear every sound he could make from his mouth. You feel him harden underneath you as he moans when you tug on his hair. His lips travel from your lips to your neck where he lays kisses around your neck until he gets to the spot where he knows you’ll arch your back and moan from him. 

He remembers every sound you could make, the way you felt around him and the way he made you feel good. He remembers it all and can’t believe it’s happening. He has had many dreams where he wished it was happening in real time. Now, he has that opportunity and he’s not letting it slip away. 

Eddie slide off the couch with you in his arms, carrying you into his bedroom where he gently drops you onto the bed. There is lust and hunger in his eyes when he gazes down at you. 

He thinks to himself how Steve Harrington is missing out on such a great girl like you. 

He throws his shirt off and it lands on the floor somewhere. His eyes darkness when he spots you taking off your pants noticing the wet spot on your panties. He licks his lips at the sight. Your eyes catch his him looking, cheeks going red feeling shy all of sudden. 

“ Oh kitten, no need get shy on me now. I’ve seen it all before, let me make you feel good. Let me make you forget your stupid boyfriend, let me make your brain go dumb. Would you like that?” 

You whimper at his words. It’s all he needs as he crawls on top of you and for the rest of the night, you don’t sleep much as he makes your brain go dumb and you forget your in a relationship too. But you felt safe, you felt good and you felt wanted by Eddie. 

When you woke up, Eddie was already awake as he gazed down at you. As soon as he saw you, a smile appeared on his face. 

“ Good morning, sunshine” he greets you. 

“ Good morning” you groan, stretching your arms above your head. You dreaded going back home thinking your parents might be home and would give you a lecture about seeing you as a hot mess that you were going to appear on the doorstep of your house. 

“ You know.. Harrington really never deserved you… ever.. if you ever gave me another chance, I would never hurt you the way he hurt you. I would not push you away or distance myself ever again either.. it hurts to much to lose you..it hurts too much to watch him hold you, and to hear him call you “ honey.” He scrunched up his nose in disgust. 

“ I don’t know, Eddie. You’ve hurt me, Steve hurt me… I just need some time to figure out what I want…” Eddie nods sadly and reaches out with his hands to caresses your cheek.

“ I’ll wait as long as you need” you smile at him, turning your head to kiss his palm. 

You were surprised when you saw Steve the next morning waiting on the front step of your house with flowers in his hands. His hand was running his fingers through his hair. He seems to be talking to himself when you approach the house. His head shots up when he catches you standing there. It makes him jump slightly, not really expecting you to stand there.

“ How long have you been standing there?” He asks. He stands up from the steps with the flowers in one hand and the other he straightens out the collar of his shirt. He stops in his tracks when he takes notices how messy your hair is up, he takes notice the sleepless look in your eyes, he notices how your shirt is on the other side and he takes notices of the hickey’s on your neck.

“ W-what are t-those?” He asks pointing to his neck motioning to your own neck. Your hand shoot up to cover the hickeys as red appears on your cheeks remembering last night of how Eddie made you feel so good. 

“ Those are hickey’s” you answered him truthfully. Steve’s mouth drops as his eyes widen. The flowers in his hands drop onto the ground and he shakes his head. 

“ Oh don’t look shocked, Harrington. I know you have been cheating on me with Nancy” the color on his face washes away when he hears you. A guilty look crosses his face as he looks down at the ground. 

“ I didn’t mean to, I….it was a thing that happened… I’m sorry” his head shot up as his eyes gloss over with tears. You rolled your eyes at the sight. 

“ That’s okay, things happened last night too.. for me” you mumbled, nodding your head. He sniffled looking at you like you torn out his heart and threw it into a lake where it was ate by sharks. 

“ What?” He asked. “ Who was it?” 

“ It was Eddie” you told him, making your way around him to the steps of your house. Fist clenched by Steve’s side as he angrily turned around to glare at you. 

“ You slept with your ex boyfriend?” He harshly asked, spatting the words. 

“ You did the same thing” He shook his head telling you he didn’t but you didn’t believe it and walked back over to him. You tugged down the collar of his shirt, undid the buttons seeing his chest hair there. You saw hickeys on his neck too. They were much bigger than yours. 

“ You can’t hide it, Harrington. You thought bringing me flowers would fix whatever we had?” His tears flooded down his cheeks as he stared at you angrily. 

“ I really hope she makes you happy, I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you” he shook his head, jaw tightened. 

“ Don’t call me, don’t come over, don’t look at me or talk to me at work. I don’t want to hear your sad excuses, I’m tired of it, of you and all of it. You’ve hurt me for the last time.” 

“ I hope Eddie was worth hurting me” 

“ He was, and he’s satisfied me more times than you ever could” with that you walked inside the house, slamming the door leaving a broken, crying Steve Harrington on your front yard. 

[whiskeybeforesunset]

Just a Crush 2 | Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Synopsis: Reader is in love with Steve. Unaware of this, Steve makes an insensitive joke. This leads to an argument. Later, Steve tries to talk to the reader, causing an emotional encounter where Steve has to confront his denial of his own sexuality. Sad ending.

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, internalized homophobia, crying, reader may be a little biphobic but hey it’s the 80’s, self deprecation, sad ending :(

Author’s note: You could probably read this as a stand alone but I would recommend reading part one first. The gray ash scene doesn’t happen in this story. Also thank you to the reader who asked for part two. I wasn’t planning on making one but I’m really happy with how this turned out. I read all your comments and tags!

Part 1

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You’re sitting in the backseat with Robin on the way to Hawkins High. There are boxes in the trunk of Steve’s car ready to donate. Dustin of course, insisted he sit shotgun, little brat. Maybe he’s entering his rebellious teenager phase, or whatever that looks like for a dork that plays D&D and goes to science camp.

Four car doors slam as you exit the vehicle and begin grabbing boxes from the back. A girl points you to where you can help those hit hardest by the ‘ earthquake.’ Robin goes to help make sandwiches, Dustin wanders off to god knows where, while Steve and you sort donations. 

You’ve been trying your best to not make things awkward with Steve. After all, you were able to be friends with him before… all of that, so you should be able to stay friends after. That’s what people say right? That it’s good to maintain friendships with someone after you break up with- I mean sleep with them and neither of you ever mention it again. 

Your position sorting clothes just so happened to give you and Steve the perfect vantage point to watch Robin fumble through a conversation with Vickie. It seems like things are actually… going well though, shockingly. Maybe the two most awkward sapphics in Hawkins may actually just figure it out.

“Fast Times, 53 minutes 5 seconds.” Steve remarks while throwing a shirt over his shoulder.

“What?” You respond, face twisting in confusion.

“I told Robin, Vickie returned Fast Times at Ridgemont High at 53 minutes and 5 seconds. The only people who do that are people who like boobies. Looks like I was right.” Steve says smugly. 

You’re briefly stunned that the word ‘boobies’ just came out of the mouth of a fully grown man before remembering who you’re talking to. “Oh, right.” you reply. Steve pauses for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should say what he wants to say next.

“Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t know.” He laughs awkwardly.

Asshole.

“Come on, I was just joking.” Steve quickly offers, apparently your change in mood was visible. Damn it. 

“Oh I know.” You say, “it’s just a bit ironic, don’t you think?”

Steve briefly looks confused before the dust mites in his brain manage to turn the light bulb on.

“Oh my god.” You say while shaking your head at him. “You didn’t even remember?”

“No I-” he stammers. “It’s not like that I just-”

“I can’t even believe you right now.” You cut him off. He looks down, unable to respond; in the silence you take a moment to take in this information.

“Yeah,” you pause. “Yeah, you know what I think I’m just going to go.” 

“No- wait listen I-” he starts. 

“No. Steve, don’t.” You say as you start walking towards the exit. 

…

You’re almost proud of yourself. If what happened last week happened even a month ago, it would have broken you. You haven’t spoken to Steve since your ‘fight.’ Normally you would have to see him at work, but the video store shut down ever since giant cracks showed up in the ground. 

You needed some air though. You hadn't left your house much since… that, and things were starting to feel cramped. You end up sitting on a sun bleached bench at one of Hawkin’s many luxurious parks. It’s strangely quiet. The overgrown soccer field you used to play on as a kid is empty. Moms are more hesitant to let their kids play outside; worried they’ll fall into a giant crevice or something. But this is what you wanted, right? To be alone.

“Hey,” someone says from behind. You recognize the voice.

“How’d you find me,” you ask without turning. He sighs, after seeing your demeanor he knows how this conversation is going to go. Nevertheless he makes his way around the bench and sits next to you. 

“I asked your parents.” He says, you scoff at him.

“Look, I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” He adds.

“I’m not one of your kids.” You respond flatly.

“Oh, so that means I can’t care about you?” he asks rhetorically.

“No…” you say quietly.

“Look I,” he pauses. “I just wanted to apologize.”

“For what? All you did was forget about a fling that meant nothing to you.” You say turning to look at him. He seems tired. His normally perfect hair is flatter than usual.

“It didn’t mean nothing I just,” he averts his gaze. “I’m not gay, man.” You nod lightly at his words before taking in a breath. 

“Could have fooled me.” you respond sarcastically. Steve sucks his teeth and adjusts his posture. 

“You were there for all the conversations about how I don’t know what I want. You,” he pauses. “If you chose to ignore those in hope that something else would come out of that night…” He turns to look at you again. “Then I don’t know what to tell you.”

“You are so fucking selfish.” You say quietly. 

“Jesus I-” he hesitates. “It’s not my fault if you caught feelings.”

Steve regrets the words the second they exit his mouth. There’s a long silence. It makes you thankful for the emptiness of the park. This isn’t exactly the kind of conversation you’d want to have with an audience. 

“Y’know this is a really great apology Steve.” You say plainly.

“Well what do you want me to say?” Steve exclaims. “That I wish I were gay for you? That I wish things were different?”

Yes. That is what you would like him to say. You can feel your eyes begin to water. Your throat is starting to tighten, making finishing this conversation without crying feel increasingly unlikely.

“Look, it was fun alright, but what I’ve had with girls… what I had with Nance-”

“Oh for fuck sakes Steve.” You stop him from continuing, angry tears streaming down your face. Steve turns to you, surprised by your sudden outburst. 

“You are so stuck on her. I mean, what's it been? Two years? Since you two last dated? She’s moved on. And you're just,” your throat tightens, causing you to hiccup, “so obsessed with her.” You say while shaking your head slowly. 

“Do not bring Nancy into this.” Steve responds, his voice revealing he is more agitated than he’s been at any other point in this conversation.

“You are the one who brought her up!” you cry.

“Oh…” he says quietly.

You move your hand to rub your eyes, this conversation is giving you a headache. It feels like forever till one of you speaks again. 

“Look, that night brought up feelings in me that I don’t know how to describe.” he says in a measured, quiet tone. 

You look at him, slightly surprised. Maybe… maybe there’s a chance of this working out. If he’s able to recognize he has those feelings…

“It’s complicated. I mean,” he fidgets with his hands. “I like girls, and maybe I…” he doesn’t finish his sentence. He can’t even say it. You look at him with pity, knowing how difficult it can be to come to terms with being gay. 

“I like girls.” He repeats. “And if…” he pauses to compose himself, “if liking girls makes my life easier, why shouldn’t I just stick with that.” He finishes his sentence quietly. His eyes are distant, like he isn’t even there. Tears form. You look away from him to process his confession.

God.

How could you have been so stupid. He couldn’t even say it and you… you somehow thought that there was any chance of being with him? You really thought he would change his entire life trajectory, throw away his dreams of a family for you?

You look at him with anger, though whether the anger is for him or yourself, you don't know. 

“You are a coward, Steve Harrington.” You say shortly.

“I know.” He responded, refusing to meet your gaze. 

You turn away from him, but can still see his tears falling from the corner of your eye. 

Part of you wants to tell him that it’s ok. That you understand how he feels, but you can’t. Not honestly, and your days of lying to Steve so he can feel better about himself are over. 

Instead you stand up and walk away, wondering if that’s what you should have done the second he sat down. 

[tomurderornottomurder]

gay = happy; steve harrington

pair. steve harrington x male!reader

summ. (request) with the overwhelming realization that reader is not only gay but in love with steve, he is found crying by steve. there's a confession and comfort <3

gen. angst (mostly), fluff

tw. heavy internalized homophobia, crying, pretty distraught reader, kisses

wc. 1.4k+

note. i took this request and ran w/ it sorry if it's not really what you wanted, i do apologize but this was fun to write :)

Steve being Steve and how comfortable he is around you, he just walks straight into your room when he arrives at your house. You couldn't blame him for just entering; hell knows how many times you've gone straight to his room when visiting him. But today wasn't a great day for him just to come in because you're crying and you feel stupid about it. What makes it worse is that you're crying over him. So, yeah, maybe now isn't the greatest time for him to come in unprompted. 

Steve's eyes widen at your pathetic form, curled over yourself with your head hanging low, and tears flowing from your eyes. You're wrapped up in blankets too as your puffy eyes meet his soft, sweet, brown ones. As soon as your eyes meet his, just wanting to know who the hell it is, you dart them away, ducking your head down as well. You couldn't let him see you like this. It isn't because you're crying, you've cried in front of him so many times now; it's just that you feel ugly and you know you look it. The ugliness of your heart seeped out from your chest spreading from limb to limb like a fast-growing mold and it was obvious to anyone that you were a disease-spreading freak, ready to spring out and claim its next victim. You didn't want to make Steve a victim.

You're determined to not make him your victim. It's bad enough, you think, that he hangs out with you because you don't deserve it, deserve him. So, when Steve takes a seat on the edge of your bed, right next to your feet, and like he always does, you turn away from him. You hold your blanket up over yourself like some sort of shield to prevent him from the infection that is you. You are a disease, an infection, a sick individual. (All because you want to love a boy). You can't let Steve be one, too; he's normal and brilliant and should stay that way, (at least if you can help it). 

"Hey," Steve says, a little raspy like when he's being serious. He turns to face you even with your back toward him and reaches out to touch your shoulder. He feels the soft, fuzzy blanket adorning your shoulder as his fingertips barely brush against it, afraid that if he presses too hard against you, you'll shatter into a million pieces; susceptible to further breakage from his clumsy footsteps, destroying your shattered pieces further. He pulls his hand back and speaks again, feeling his voice on the verge of shattering itself, "I know something's wrong, Y/n. What is it?"

Your brain twists his well-meaning words sour and hurtful like he's accusing you of something; like he knows your dirty little secret. "Nothing," You snarl, snapping your jaw like a wild dog and turning your head wildly to the side. 

Steve didn't mean to poke whatever bear seemed to be possessing you but he had so what was the risk in getting closer? He scoots closer, settling for his shoulder resting against your back. "I- I don't know what happened today or if someone said or did something but please," His hands are pressed together as he shakes them, "just tell me. Let me help you, N/n, please."

You sigh. As you lift the blanket and uncover your head, turning your body toward him, and looking sheepishly in his direction, it feels like you're infecting him; he's in danger because of you. "Steve," Your voice is wobbly and a tear manages to fall on time with the utterance of his name. "I'm only telling you this because I respect you, I like you, I-" You can't manage the last phrase, cutting yourself off before getting choked up. "I'm only telling you this because I can't stand lying to you, alright?" You meet his eyes undeterred and ravenous, ready to spit out your poison so that Steve may leave and warn others about you and your ways. 

Steve nods, opening his mouth to say something but promptly closing it, licking his lips, and preparing himself for whatever you might say. He just hopes it isn't murder (not because he'd hate you or anything but man, he doesn't want to dig a grave). He doesn't do this much, at least not in public, because you're both men but he even reaches out so subtly, taking your hand in his that you don't quite notice it until he squeezes in assurance.

"Steve, people don't like me, girls don't like me. I don't like girls. I just thought it was... I don't know," You say defeated. "I know why they don't like me and I don't like them." You wish you could get out of this now.

You hold your breath unconsciously, tensing your muscles as well. "I'm gay." You slip your hand from under his, pulling it in toward yourselves like Steve'd be infected with its lingering presence. 

Steve's more shocked at the pulling away of your hand than the revelation that you like men. He misses your touch even only in the few seconds of its absence. His face automatically falls with said loss of touch and you take that as a bad sign. "Okay," He looks at you seriously, scanning his eyes over your face. "That doesn't change anything." 

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head at his words. Nothing has changed? How? Why? This was a new world for you, how could it be so easy for him? "What?" You don't actually mean to ask that but the word slips past your lips.

He's smiling naturally as he says in a bubbly tone, "It doesn't change anything." He takes both of your hands now. "Doesn't change a damn thing," He squeezes your hands and wipes the tears from under your eyes. He pulls you toward him, wrapping his arms around you, holding you safe and warm in his arms. 

You can't even hug back far too shocked. You thought you were disgusting, an illness. Steve didn't see that. But how? Surely your second revelation would change his mind. 

Feeling no reciprocation, Steve pulls back, holding you by the shoulders. "Hey, is there something else?" His eyes are far too soft to be cast on such a disgusting creature like yourself.

"Yes," You nod, throat dry and mind still fuzzy from his acceptance. But that would soon be gone. 

"Okay, what is it?" He asks eagerly.

"I-" His hands on your shoulders are too much. You take his hands and gently rest them on his lap before standing in front of him. "I- I'm in love with you."

A beat of silence.

Steve laughs but you don't see what's so funny. "Are you kidding?" He asks incredulously; you can tell he's mad. But then he's got a smile that's a mile wide and he stands up himself. As soon as he stands, you're chest to chest, and again he wraps his arms around you. This time he lifts you up, moving you along with his torso from side to side. He sets you down and presses a kiss to your cheek. "Are you kidding me, L/n?" His eyes are wide as he looks down at you. "I've been in love with you forever! You are literally my dream man!" 

Just like that, you're crying again but for a different reason now. 

"Hey, hey," He takes your face in his hands, "none of that." He leans down the little bit he needs to and presses kisses where each and every tear streaks down your face. He pulls back still holding your face like it's the world in his hands (because it is). "We're supposed to be gay, remember?" He looks down at you seriously. "We're supposed to be happy!" 

"Pft," You shake your head and playfully hit his chest, laughing at his corny little pun. You drop your head, leaning against his chest, and wrapping your arms behind him. 

"That's more like it," He smiles as he wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on top of your head. 

It'd take some time to definitively sort out your feelings but for now, Steve's warmth is enough.

[bakeryblood]

“Seriously, get some help..”

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader

Pt.1 of 3

cw: Homophobic Language/Slurs, Bullying, steve x nancy

“So then I tried explaining how, you know, I’m just going to be stuck working some dead end job anyway and she just gave this look Y/N- like I was stupid or something..” Steve relayed his conversation he’d had with Nancy on the drive to school that morning. Y/N had seen the aftermath of her quickly exiting his car and heading on inside as he dejectedly waited around until he’d joined him. Getting a cigarette in before class inevitably started.

“Well what do you expect Steve, girls dream of their high school loves going to college with them, beating the men off them for the rest of their lives.”

“Yeah, ‘beating the guys off her’ is the whole reason I need to wait..plus there’s no way I could get into a college on her level, I’d just be holding her back..” Steve leaned against the side of his car, running a hand back through his hair as Y/N puffed away a few feet out, always keeping his distance as to not receive a complaint about the smell from his friend.

“Just stop stressing Steve! You get stressed, she’ll get stressed. Clearly she already is..” Y/N’s ears pricked up at the sound of quickly approaching music mixed with the revving of a loud engine. Down the street appeared a blue Camaro that screeched to a stop just before it passed up the entrance to the student parking area and as soon as it turned in it sped back up. Y/N stood in place and squinted, trying to make out who the hell was driving this car he’d never seen. And before he knew it Steve had grabbed the collar of his shirt and roughly yanked him out of the way moments before the car would have possibly hit him.

“Y/N Jesus! Wake up!” Steve let go of him and looked his face over, which admittedly was always difficult to read. He looked at him and then back at the car as it pulled into the middle of two spaces, double parking. One could hear the sound of brief bickering as the car was shut off and Y/N could see the California license plate and then a small red headed girl with an even redder zip up jacket quickly gathered herself and a skateboard out of the passengers seat, slamming the door and then tossing the board down and making her way off in the direction of the middle school with her middle finger held up.

“Hey!” Steve walked past you in the direction of the car and you hardly had time to react as he hurried over, you rushed to follow behind him. “You had a kid in there with you, don’t you think you should..slow down…” Steve’s angry speech trailed off as the driver stepped out of the car. Dirty blonde curls spilled off the back of his head and bounced as he stood and shut the door, an unamused look on his face as he sized Steve up. Although he had stopped a solid five feet away the teen advanced on the two of you, giving you a quick look before responding.

“Maybe you should worry more about your mouth and your boyfriend getting you in trouble, stranger. ” He reached up, snatching the almost finished cigarette out of your mouth and holding it up to his, lighting it off the cherry before tossing it behind the two of you. You licked your bottom lip where the skin had been pulled off from him taking it out of your mouth and also from you holding it there for too long and watched as he made his way away from Steve and you towards the school.

“Fuck..who the hell was that guy?” Steve let the gay comment roll off him like water off a ducks back, he had a reputation that some new tanned up guy from California wasn’t going to make an effect on. But it still did get under his skin, their body language and tone, he seemed dangerous.

“I think we’re going to find out.” Y/N reached up to press his finger against the small bubble of blood coming from his lip before wiping it off on his shirt and heading off towards the school as well. Steve stood back for a moment, still taken a back from the entire morning really. ‘Can’t ever catch a break..’ he thought to himself as he went on to catch up.

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“So don’t forget, Barbs’ Parents, dinner, tonight. Got it?”

“Yes Nance, of course I’ve got it. I’m not going to forget okay?”

Jonathan closed his eyes just for a second, hoping to drown them out somehow as he retreated down the hall away from them, but as he did he found himself running into someone. “S-sorry—“ Y/N shook his head and managed a half smile at the oldest Byers before peering off to the side of him at the two love birds chatting away at Nancys’ locker.

“Don’t be. Trust me, I get fed up with it too.” Jonathan sighed and nodded as they moved out of the way slightly to make it easier for others to walk through the hallway freely. He looked down at the orange flier in his hand, flipping it over before thrusting it forward to you.

“What’s this?”

“Something I wouldn’t be caught dead at.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow as he briefly read the sheet of paper before laughing to himself on the inside, the humor coming across when he spoke. “And you think I would be? Maybe if we dared each other..”

“Good point.” Jonathan grinned at him, it did seem like something the both of them would do. They had been friends before Y/N got friendly with Steve and Nancy. As friendly as the teen could. He was often just a third wheel, a shadow, him and barb would sit around and entertain themselves while the couple went at it. But ever since barb ‘disappeared’ Y/N stopped smiling, he stopping putting in as much effort as he had to appear happy for the others sakes and even with Jonathan he wouldn’t open up or talk about anything so Jonathan did the same.

The long bell rang and it echoed through the halls signaling everyone to get to their next class. Y/N quickly departed off towards Steve who had athletics with him next and Jonathan waited for a moment before continuing down the way he had been, trying to not let the feeling of comfort in each other, what was once all too familiar for them, affect him too much.

“You ready to get schooled Y/N?”

“Not if we’re on the same team dipshit.” Steve slung an arm around the dispirited teen as they walked down the hall towards the gymnasium.

These uniforms were the bane of his existence. This whole class actually. The fabric of the shorts did nothing but hold sweat and when and if someone fell or was pushed while guarding you were sure to rub your skin open on impact with the waxed hard wood floors. The grey shirt was ill fitting and slightly baggy on you while it seemed to cling to Steve as the two of you walked out of the locker room together.

“Dude, you really need to even out that ‘farmers tan’. It’s just getting worse.”

Y/N rubbed his hand up his arm and looked at the stark line where the tan began and your normal skin tone began before staring back at Steve with an unamused expression. “Because Nancy loves those pasty chicken legs of yours so much right?”

“Pasty?! Chicken legs?! Oooh you’re so lucky we’re both shirts today..” Steve jumped up and down, hyping himself up for the game as he thought about what you said, debating staying late after school and using the weight room one of these days.

“Okay, ladies! Enough talking. Get in position.” The PE teacher and Basketball coach stood at the sidelines with a perfectly aired ball in his hand and a whistle in his other other. “Four on four game. I want it clean, or you’ll be doing laps until you throw up after school. All of you.”

Steve took the center and caught the ball as the coach tossed it out, Y/N taking his place next to him. He didn’t like athletics by any means but he wasn’t really given the option to choose his own electives so he decided to make the best of things and try to stay close to Harrington early on. “I’m watching you Harrington.” The coach pointed at him and they locked eyes.

“You need to keep your performance up before the season starts, you hear me?”

“Yes coach!” Steve replied. His face determined in spite of the shirtless blonde from this morning slyly grinning as he stood in as center for the opposing team. ‘He’s going to guard me, I just know it..’ He thought to himself as Y/N shook out his hands beside him, grabbing his attention. He tilted his head slightly and lowered his voice to a whisper.

“Be my distraction okay? Ghost blondie when he comes for me..”

Y/N didn’t visibly react to what he’d said but on the inside he was groaning in annoyance. Steve might be the king of something, the king of starting shit. The blonde looked like his hobbies consisted of lifting weights and winning fist fights and he wanted him to go after him? Fuck.

When the whistle blew Steve immediately went into action and the building echoed with the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor. Two shirts were held guarded in place as Steve faked out the teen and made a shot from the three point line, watching as it went in and one of the skins made a break for it.

“That won’t happen again.”

“Hargrove! Quit making eyes at him and get on the ball!” The coach yelled across the court as his team mate was at an impasse, standing at half court with one of Steve’s team mates behind him and Y/N steadfast in front of him. Eyes locked onto his. “Somebody get this freak off of me!”

“Pass!” As the teen went to make a pass to Tommy Y/N leapt and smacked the ball mid-air across the court, like a volleyball. The two skins quickly shove past him to help Billy obtain the ball before Steve can land another basket and Y/N makes his way behind the blonde. Steve and him make eye contact as he dribbles in place, billy aggressively bouncing himself against his back with full intentions on keeping this asshole from making his shot.

“So I heard they used to call you the king around here huh?” Steve tried to keep his eyes on the man’s hands as he was sure he would go to pick the ball away from him. “I saw that girl with you earlier, do you and the pretty boy share her? Or does she not know about you and him?”

“Why don’t you just shut the hell up and play!”

The moment that Steve let himself get distracted enough to respond Billy wedged his leg between his and swept his feet out to the side, out from under him. Y/N had closed in during their ‘intimidate moment’ and did just as Steve asked. While everyone was distracted by Billy’s foul play he’d secured the ball and had a decent shot lined up. The blonde was between him and the other players and that cheeky smirk he had when their eyes met did something to him. It made his skin itch. A crawling sensation.

“Why don’t you just give me that?” He asked, knees bent in preparation for Y/N to skitter away to somehow get Steve the ball.

“Come get it.” The side of Y/N’s lips curled slightly at the change in Billy’s expression. Eyebrows furrowed as he made a quick step forward just as Y/N jumped to make the shot from here. Either he’d make it or Steve could go in for the save and do a layup. Neither Billy or Y/N was able to watch because the muscular blonde had taken him to the floor. The coach blew his whistle just before the ball went in. He might have let him tripping Steve slide but that was a full contact tackle.

“Now what the hell did I say?! Clean. Game! Do you not know what ‘charging’ is Hargrove?” Billy glared down at the man underneath him who had his eyes clenched shut. He was scared. The pain in the back of his head from it hitting the wood floor coupled with the blow of the whistle had his ears ringing. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes, coach. It won’t happen again.” He muttered as he raised up off the floor, reaching his arm down as Y/N opened his eyes. “Get the hell up then.” He took the hand and gathered himself off the floor with his help, rubbing the back of his sweaty head with his free hand before Billy pulled him in close, face inches from his.

“You. Are. Dead.” Something seemed to flash in those blue eyes. They were dilated and moving rapidly as if he was trying to read Y/N’s aloof expression before he shoved him away and retreated to wait for Y/N to get his free throw in. As pretty as they had been, they looked..predatory.

Y/N managed to weasel not just a nurse note for himself but after complaining that he was dizzy and lightheaded the coach wrote Steve one too. As they showered Y/N told Harrington what billy had said and explained that it was why he wanted to avoid the inevitable conflict for as long as possible.

“So what? You bruised the guy’s obviously huge ego. He isn’t going to actually kill you.” Steve commented as he shampooed his mass of sweaty hair.

“You didn’t see his eyes Steve..”

“Y/N. If I let every little death stare effect me do you think I would hang out with you? You look scary as hell all the time.” We don’t hang out..not anymore.

“Whatever. You got me into this so take some accountability.” Y/N rinsed the soap off of himself before cutting the faucet off and walking to the wall that the white towels hung lined up on hooks, drying himself off as quick as possible.

“I said ghost him! Not tussle with him on the floor!” Steve hollered, eyes closed to keep the soap from running into them being unaware of where Y/N was in the room. Either way it echoed loudly in the tile covered room and Y/N held his damp head, debating on actually going to the nurse to get a couple Tylenol or get the cigarette he was craving in while the majority of students and staff were busying themselves in the lunch room.

“Just..hurry up…”

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Slinging his books into his locker next to Nancy’s as Steve filled her in on why he was limping slightly when she caught them in the hallway. Why he wasn’t at lunch, she chastised him for not forcing you to both the nurses and the front office.

“You’ve got to be kidding me Steve!” She lowered her voice a bit before continuing. “Death threats aren’t a joke..”

Steve held up his hands in a shrug. “You try to make him do something, it happened to him after all.”

“Yeah, because of you.” Y/N mumbled as they started to walk through the hall together towards their destination of the student parking lot, as soon as they cleared the doors Y/N dug his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and lit one causing Steve to hold his nose and wave his hand through the billowing smoke.

“Say something Harrington. I dare you.”

Steve just sped up a head of you and Nancy and pointed at him, “See, scary!”

Y/N looked from Steve’s red car over towards the blue Camaro still parked where it had been and he felt his heart race quicken as Steve reached the car way before them, opening the passengers door in advance for Nancy as a gentlemanly gesture that made her smile sweetly. Steve was an idiot, maybe. But he was her idiot.

Just as Nancy reached the open door and readied herself to get in Y/N yelped, the cigarette in his mouth falling onto his collarbone and tumbling down after leaving its mark as Hargrove had a fist full of his hair, pulling his head back as he pressed against the back of him. “You two hiding from me? Where’d that energy from the game go?” He smiled as he peered down at Y/N and then at Steve and Nancy.

“Let him go!”

“Or what?” Billy replied to Nancy as she took a step forward. “So I was right huh? Y’all are all a ‘thing’?” Nancy scrunched up her face in confusion and went to take another step forward but Steve’s outstretched arm prevented her.

“Look man, I’m sorry for earlier. It wa—“

“H-ha..Steve just shut up and go, okay?” Y/N couldn’t look at them with Billy roughing yanking his back every time he tried to straighten back up but he could imagine the dumbfounded look Steve had on his face.

“Um, no?”

“Listen to your boy toy Harrington, the lady isn’t going to want to see this.” He rested his head against yours as he spoke and you could smell his cologne wafting off his denim jacket. A few students had stopped on their way to their cars to spectate and Steve looked around at them nervously. He couldn’t fight him, not in front of all these people. Not in front of Nancy. He couldn’t lose in front of her.

“My dad is a fucking cop and I’d you don’t think I’ll have him at your house so quick you’re dead wrong!” Nancy shouted at him, shoving Steve’s arm out of her way. Glaring him down as she threw her bluff his way.

Billy swayed slightly as if thinking what she said over before sliding his arm around the front of the man he was holding to loop his arm around his neck, planning to choke him out.

“I’m not..scared of you…”

Billy loosened his grip slightly and looked down at Y/N who had his eyes closed, he hadn’t even raised his hands up to try and get Billy off of him. “What’d you say?”

“I said—I’m not scared of you Billy..” Y/N tried to speak but occasionally the man would tense up around his throat and he’d have to croak the words out, that was until Billy scoffed and released him before using both hands to shove him as hard as he could into Steve’s car causing a tiny dent in the side of it.

“You should be.”

Y/N stayed down on the ground after lifting himself up slightly, holding sore his neck. “Well I’m not!”

Billy turned to walk away, intent on leaving Maxine there if he didn’t show in the next minute or so. “I feel bad for you!” That stopped him. His breathing quickened as he spun back around and looked on enraged as Nancy helped Y/N off of the ground.

“I feel really, really bad for you Billy. Seriously, get help…” Before they gave Billy enough time to decide to charge back over Y/N climbed in the backseat and Nancy took her spot in the passengers side as Steve scrambled to get in the car and drive away, truly the most shaken up out of the three of them.

“That guy is fucking crazy..And you!” He looked over at Nancy as he pulled out of the parking lot before getting his eyes back on the road. “Your dad isn’t a cop!”

Nancy simply shrugged and looked out the window at the denim clad, blonde man still standing in the lot where they left him.

[stevie-petey]

pretty girl

“Unfair. I was at least–” he breathes out sharply as you begin to suck lazily just below his jaw. “I was gentle, pretty girl. This just, fuck, this feels like torture.” “Shush and let me kiss you, Stevie.”

Summary: steve has to get his daily kiss quota in somehow, right?

Rating: general, makeout session, cursing

Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, slight neck kink if u arent into that, mild makeout session (so so so mild tho) - not proofread, i just kinda wrote so pls ignore typos lmao

Words: 1.1k

Before you swing in: hello ! i was in a bit of a lovey dovey mood, and while i adore writing come home, i simply couldnt bring myself to write more repressed feelings tonight. so, heres a quick lil boyfriend!steve blurb. it isnt at all correlated with come home (although if u squint ... maybe) its just me being so engrossed in my current crush and needing to be severely kissed. rip. anyways, enjoy !

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Every night, Steve throws rocks outside your window. 

The rocks pang softly against the glass, one after another, as they bounce harmlessly on their endeavor to get your attention. 

Every night, you answer. 

“What ails you tonight, Harrington?” You’ve opened your window now, leaning your head out so that you can see the boy standing below. 

He winks at you. “The usual.”

“Hm,” you rest your elbows against the wooden panel encasing your window. “How many do you need this time?”

“Hard to say, but if I had to guess… A million, honestly.”

You laugh. “A million, huh?”

“Maybe even more.” Steve smiles up at you, admiring how the moonlight frames your pretty face, making it even softer than he ever thought possible. It takes his breath away for a second, knowing how the face staring down at him is the same face that stares up at him whenever morning comes. 

“Give me five minutes, lovely.”

Steve smiles at the nickname, letting it warm his face as well as his bones. “I’ll go warm up the car.”

You wave, blowing the boy a quick kiss, before closing your window to go over to your dresser. The top drawer has long come to contain your nighttime adventure outfits with Steve. A simple pair of sweatpants and his hoodie that you stole years ago but never gave back. 

He knows you have it still, but you know he secretly loves seeing you wear it. 

As soon as you’re ready, slippers and all, you quietly run down your stairs so you don’t disturb your parents and unlock the front door. The lock clicks harshly against the night’s quietness, but with one smooth turn you manage to undo the lock and open the door. 

Steve, true to his word, is waiting in his car with the heat blasting, just the way you like it. 

It’s winter, early January, and school hasn’t quite started back up yet. 

The second you approach the car, Steve gets out and walks to the passenger side so that he can open it before you even touch its handle. You scoff at the overdramatic mannerisms, but blush nonetheless. 

“I can open my own door, Steve.”

He shrugs. “Sure, but you’re beautiful and I love you.”

The words fall freely from his lips, and you intertwine your hand behind his neck and pull his lips flushed against yours. He hums into it, pulls you so that your chests are engulfed together and your legs stumble and enclose around his. It’s messy, your other hand clutches at Steve’s jacket and he relishes in the way your knuckles tighten around him. 

“One down, a million more to go.” Steve whispers against your lips. 

You laugh, throwing your head back and he watches the sight of it all. How your neck lengthens as you laugh, the way your hair cascades behind you and the way your eyes crinkle shut. You put on a whole show for him, and he can’t get enough of it. 

“You really think we can get through a million kisses tonight?” You ask, nudging your nose against the length of Steve’s jaw. 

He shivers. “Got a few ways I think we can manage that.”

You pull away now, though you keep your hand at the nape of his neck. “At least take a girl on a date first.”

“I’m trying, pretty girl.” He gestures toward the car, its engine humming softly. You roll your eyes, but when Steve finally opens the passenger door, you reluctantly let go of him and sit down. “Atta girl, Y/N.”

Before you can huff at him for the nickname, Steve gently closes the door and heads over to his own driver’s side. He opens the door, the warm air escaping a bit, and as soon as Steve is in the car he tugs at your hoodie (his hoodie) and once again you’re kissing. 

It’s longer this time, languid and lingering. He brings a hand up to your cheek and his thumb strokes the high point in a fluid back and forth motion. You lean deeper into him, your own hands coming up to his chest as if you could bring him any closer to you. 

Steve nips at your bottom lip and you let him in, you always let him in. 

You gasp as he sucks on the lip and you feel him smile at your reaction. With one hand still caressing your cheek, his other hand comes up to the base of your neck. It’s warm, he’s always so warm, and his calloused fingers find their usual place, splayed across both sides of your neck. His palm settles just above your collarbones and your breath hitches. 

“Steve…” You exhale his name, as if it were a prayer. 

He pulls away a little, his eyes a molten honey color in the moonlight. “Yes, pretty girl?”

You turn your head and press a kiss against the hand still on your cheek. “Three down, 999,999,997 to go.”

“Make that four,” Steve presses a kiss to your nose, then your cheek, then to the tips of your eyelashes. “Now eight.”

You giggle as he presses another kiss to your temple and then your ear. He’s everywhere, now, peppering kisses on every inch of skin he can find. “And here, and here, and here…”

Steve goes down to your neck now, his nose trailing down the bare skin, making you shiver, and his kisses are so soft. Despite his teasing and the hold he still has on your neck, his lips leave a trail so soft and sanguine against your skin that they burn like whiskey. 

He reaches for your hand now, bringing the length of your arm up to his face, and just before he presses even more kisses against you, you laugh and pull your arm back. Steve starts to whine, unhappy with his kisses being interrupted, but you comb your fingers through his hair. 

“Seems unfair to make you do all the work, lovely.”

Steve’s lips are red and swollen from earlier, they almost distract you from his response. “Shush and let me kiss you.”

He tries to duck his head back down to your neck for more, but you stop him. “Nuh-uh. My turn.”

Before Steve can argue some more, you tug at his jacket, and because you’ve caught him off guard, he falls so far forward that his neck is open for the taking. You press your own kisses against it, connecting the moles that litter his skin with a kiss, and Steve exhales shakily as you do so. 

“Unfair. I was at least–” he breathes out sharply as you begin to suck lazily just below his jaw. “I was gentle, pretty girl. This just, fuck, this feels like torture.”

“Shush and let me kiss you, Stevie.”

Steve’s hand tightens around your neck as the other flies up to your head, pressing you further into his neck as you suck on a spot that he particularly likes. “Yeah… Fuck, okay. Shutting up now.”

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