#steve harrington x sister reader

[friendly-neighbourhood-spiderm4n]

can you do a mike x girl reader where steve is her brother and sees them making out like hopper in season 3

A/N - Absolutely, I’m already giggling about Steve’s reaction. Fresh Sofa is out of stock, we only got Soda.

>Mama Steve had seen you hang out with Mike a lot lately. He assumed it was because you were apart of the party, which was also how he met Nancy.

>So he just thought you guys were planning a campaign for the Party. You both had done this sort of thing before several times.

>So when you told Steve that Mike would be coming over to your house, he shrugged and told you to tidy up your bedroom.

>When Mike came over, you rushed to open the door before Steve could even get of the lounge.

>“Having fun with that campaign, huh?” Steve laughed off, missing the awkward side-eye you gave Mike.

>”Sure.” You grabbed Mike’s hand and dragged him upstairs to where your bedroom was.

>Steve went back to the show that was on tv.

>After like half an hour, Steve decided to bring you a snack. He was sick of seeing you accidentally starving yourself cause you got sidetracked for hours, nearly days at a time.

>He grabbed a bag of chips and two cans of soda for you and Mike, and headed up the stairs.

>He didn’t bother knocking. He didn’t think he needed to. But how he wish he did.

>He saw his ex girlfriends younger brother sticking his tongue down his willing sisters throat.

>”What in the actual fuck are you doing!?”

>You and Mike immediately broke apart and stared at Steve awkwardly.

>”Yes Steve?” You asked, putting on your little sister act to avoid as much trouble as possible.

>”You two were just making out! Why?!”

>Mike looked at him, his faces scrunched from how Steve failed to see the obvious.

>”We’re dating? Can’t you tell?”

>”You told me you were gonna plan a campaign for the Party!”

>”You assumed that, it was easier to let you think we were being innocent teens.” You had chummed in.

>”Sibling meeting! Wheeler, get home!”

>”He’s staying, don’t you wanna tell Mike off? It was his idea. Plus, when you give us the all go to date, you’re gonna need to give the talk.”

>Steve scoffed, thought about it and sighed in absolute defeat.

>Steve agreed, and you all sat on the floor and talked for like 20 minutes.

>It took him 20 minutes to cave and give in to your little pleas.

>And he indeed did have the talk with Mike.

>Also called up Hopper to ask for pointers, he knows Mike and El use to date.

>So now when Mike is over, you’re both downstairs, where he can see you.

>Or if all 3 of you are upstairs, your bedroom is opened 3 inches.

>He barely catches you guys make out. But when he does, he looks disappointed, annoyed and disgusted.

>”Guess we both find the Wheelers attractive, huh Steve?”

>You were Steve’s pest of a sister who he couldn’t say no to, but wishes he could.<3

[alyswritings]

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STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR SPOILERS

Request: hey! could i request a steve harrington x youngersister!reader? ⚠️SPOILERS⚠️ she is about 15 and steve and the group are all out when they realise that y/n is vecnas next victim? they rush to his house and find her when shes floating up and her bones are snapping but they manage to save her from there? sibling fluff lol. thank you!

Steve Harrington x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N is Vecna's next target.

Warnings: season 4 spoilers, mentions of snapping bones, some swearing, ultra worried and protective big brother steve

a/n: i’m back! thank you so much for the request! hope you all enjoy!!

(gif not mine)

It's the day after Max almost lost her life to Vecna, the group bunking at the Wheeler household. They're all trying to think of how they could possibly defeat Vecna with what little they know and the lack of Eleven and her powers.

Steve lays on the couch in the basement, twirling a pen around in his hand as his mind racks for anything to help.

"Can you stop with the pen?" Dustin sighs.

"What?" Steve mumbles, getting knocked out of his thoughts.

"Stop with the pen flipping. It's annoying." Dustin says.

Steve maintains eye contact as he resumes flipping the pen around. Dustin rolls his eyes, slumping against the back of the chair, his hands digging into his curls.

"Steve, I'm about to kill you." Dustin threatens.

"I have a pen. I could easily stab you in the eye." Steve says.

"Oh, my God." Dustin sighs.

"Would you two shut up?" Lucas intervenes, lightly rolling his eyes.

"I second that question." Robin speaks up.

"Hey, what were the symptoms again?" Steve suddenly asks.

"What?" Nancy asks.

"The symptoms. You know, the ones that were written in the shrink's notebook. The other Vecna victims. What were they?" Steve asks. "Max?"

"Why does it matter?" The redhead questions, only one ear covered with the headphones.

"Just tell me." Steve says.

"Headaches, trouble sleeping, nightmares... nose bleeds. What's so important?" Max asks.

Steve stares at the ground, his eyebrows creasing as his thoughts run a mile a minute. He quickly pieces everything together, eyes widening in realization.

"Shit, shit, shit. No." Steve dashes over to the phone by the stairs.

"What? What is it?" Max asks, the others looking at him in confusion.

"Steve, what is it?" Nancy asks.

"Y/N. She, uh... she started having headaches about five or six days ago. And, uh, and nightmares. And her nose has bled a couple of times." Steve explains, dialing his home phone.

"how do you know she has nightmares?" Lucas asks.

"Cause she wakes me up after them. She isn't able to go back to sleep." Steve says, his tone harsh. He anxiously listens to the line ring, praying for it to be picked up.

"You didn't think to inform her of anything?" Dustin asks.

"I haven't exactly been home the past 48 hours, Henderson." Steve snaps.

"We have walkie talkies! She has a walkie talkie!" Dustin exclaims.

"Okay, relax. This isn't solving anything." Nancy interjects.

The voicemail starts, making Steve hold onto the phone tighter, his fear spiking.

"Fuck." He slams the phone onto the receiver and darts up the stairs two or three at a time. The others quickly rush after him, managing to get into his car before he peels off.

"Steve. Relax. I'm... I'm sure she'll be okay." Nancy tries to comfort.

"Yeah, yeah, no. Just a, you know, just a freakin' other worldly monster possibly going after her... possibly killing her right now." Steve says, his free hand running through his hair continuously. The hand on the steering wheel tightly grips it, his knuckles turning white.

What feels like hours, but is only about ten minutes, Steve pulls up to his house, quickly putting the car in park. He hurries out, running up to the front door, finding it locked.

"Come on." Steve groans. Robin rushes up with the keys and Steve snatches them from her as the others gather around Robin. Steve tries to restrain the shakiness in his hands enough to find the correct key. He finds it and tries to insert the key into the hole, but his hands are too shaky, failing at the simple task.

"Come on, come on." Steve mutters under his breath, internally cursing himself out for not being able to do it. "Damn it!" He exclaims as the keys drop to the ground.

"Here." Max quickly takes the keys and inserts the house key into the hole, quickly unlocking the door.

"Y/N!" Steve hurries inside, looking around for her. "I-- I got her room, you guys check down here." He says, beginning the run upstairs. Dustin is quick behind him, not wanting his friend to be alone. Especially if they are too late to save Y/N.

"Y/N!" Steve calls out, rushing to her bedroom door that's shut. Steve tries to open it to find it locked. "Are you fucking kidding me? Y/N!" Steve pounds on the door, but doesn't receive an answer. "Screw this. She can kill me later."

Steve backs up a few feet.

"Uh, I don't think that's the brightest--" Dustin is cut off by Steve colliding with the door which breaks open, the man freezing at what he finds. "--idea." He finishes.

Dustin walks in, his eyes immediately going to the teenage girl who is floating in the air, her head leaned back to the ceiling.

"No, no, no. Y/N. Y/N!" Steve yells, going over and shaking her arm. "Fuck!"

His yells cause everybody else to come upstairs, them all freezing at the same situation Max was in merely 24 hours ago.

"Steve!" Dustin shouts, managing to get the older one's attention. "What's her favorite song?!"

"Um-- uh-- uh... shit." Steve is aware he knows as Y/N blares her favorite song at least once a week. But his fear overcomes his normal thought process making it harder for him to remember.

"What is it?!" Dustin shouts, getting impatient.

"Uh-- I-- oh! "Love Will Tear Us Apart." Um, uh... Joy Division. Yeah. Yeah, that's it." Dustin finds the drawer full of cassette tapes and pulls it out of the nightstand, dumping all of the tapes onto the bed.

The group of teens shuffle through them until they find the correct one.

"Got it!" Lucas exclaims.

Dustin hands him the Walkman and Lucas quickly manages to put the tape in. Steve yanks the device out of the boy's hands and he stands on the bed. Steve reaches out, just able to reach Y/N and put the headphones over her ears.

Steve hits the play button, the music starting to play. He hooks the Walkman onto her pants, jumping off the bed.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Steve shouts. "Y/N!"

Everybody else calls out her name, trying to get her to wake up, hoping it could help somehow.

Steve tightly grips onto his sister's left hand, feeling her skin start to grow colder than usual.

"Hey, hey! Come on, Y/N/N! Stay with me!" Steve screams, shaking her arm a bit. "Wake up!"

Y/N's right ankle starts to bend backward.

"Steve." Dustin mutters. Steve looks at him before following his gaze to Y/N's ankle just in time to see it snap. Everybody grimaces, turning away.

"No. No, no. Come on, Y/N! Fight this!" Steve yells. "Fight him! Fight it!"

After a few moments, a sharp inhale comes from Y/N before her body falls to the floor. Before she can land on the carpet, Steve has his arms around her waist, breaking her fall.

Y/N is hyperventilating as she looks around, realizing she's in her room and she recognizes the people in her room and they look perfectly normal.

"Hey. Hey." Steve quickly moves to her side, one hand on her back. Y/N turns to the soft voice, still panicking, tears streaming down her face. Though she feels safe when she realizes it's her older brother. "Hey, hey. You're okay now. I'm right here."

Y/N breaks into sobs and she leans into Steve, hiding her face in his collarbone. Steve wraps an arm around her, one hand cradling her head to him and the other rubbing her back.

Y/N tightly clutches onto Steve's shirt like it's a lifeline.

"Shhh. Shhh. It's okay. I got you." Steve comforts, talking softly, but still loud enough for her to hear him over her sobs. "I've got you. I'm right here. It's all right." He rocks them back and forth, pushing more tears back. He rapidly blinks to rid himself the tears, though a few do manage to escape.

"It's okay." Steve reassures.

- - -

Steve made Y/N keep her headphones on for at least an hour while they got her to the hospital to get her ankle treated. They spent a good couple of hours there before going back to the Wheelers' house.

Y/N looks between each group member from where she sits on the couch, settled into Steve's side, a headphone on one ear, her favorite song playing.

"So... there's a new Upside Down monster... and he's kind of basically Freddy Krueger. Except we don't have to be asleep." Y/N says.

"Pretty much, yeah." Dustin nods.

"And it killed Chrissy and Fred and almost killed Max? And me." Y/N says.

"Exactly." Lucas nods.

"God, can't we just have one normal year? Is that too much to fucking ask for?" Y/N questions, frowning and slouching down.

"We'll, uh... leave you two alone." Nancy says. She notices the look in Steve's eyes and knows even though that Y/N is currently okay, he needs to make sure she is and verbally be there for her just as much as he is without words. Though he isn't about to express emotion in front of everybody.

"Why are we leaving them alone?" Dustin asks as Lucas and Max head upstairs.

"We shouldn't be crowding her." Nancy states.

"But Steve is literally right next to her." Dustin argues.

"Well, one person isn't crowding her. Six is." Nancy retorts.

"We're down to four now. Two just left." Dustin says.

"Go." Nancy demands, pointing upstairs.

"Just go, Dustin." Robin rolls her eyes.

"I don't see the huge deal." Dustin objects.

"I will smack you over the head. Go." Robin says, shoving him towards the stairs. Dustin continues to complain as he walks upstairs, followed by the two girls, Nancy shutting the door after they reach the top.

Steve gently drums his fingers on Y/N's arm, thinking of how to start talking.

"You, um... you okay?" Steve asks, wincing at the stupid question. Y/N looks at him and he cluelessly shrugs.

"Physically... been better, but I'll live. I've had a broken bone before. Mentally? Been much better... I might live. Or with new information, I might die." Y/N says.

"We'll figure it out. Okay? None of us -- me especially -- are going to let this fucker take you or Max away. We will figure something out and you two will be okay." Steve states. Y/N manages a fake smile which Steve can very easily see right through.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" Y/N asks.

"I mean, sort of just found out. Been a busy couple of days. Either way, I don't want you involved in this shit." Steve says.

"I'm sorry. Who was involved in it first?" Y/N asks. "My friend went missing. I've been in this longer than you."

"Yeah, by like, a few days or something." Steve argues.

"It's still longer." Y/N argues.

"Well, I'm older. You have to listen to me." Steve says.

"No, not really. I don't." Y/N objects.

"I am an adult. You are a kid. You listen to me." Steve says.

"God, what are you, dad? Shut up." Y/N rolls her eyes.

Y/N starts to drum her hair tie with her thumb, a nervous habit she has, which Steve notices it.

"You, uh... you wanna talk about it? The experience? Or whatever you saw?" Steve asks.

"No." Y/N answers after a few moments. "No, I... I don't think I can."

"Okay. That's okay." Steve assures. He tightens his hold on her comfortingly, holding her a bit closer. "Can I ask one question, though?"

"What?" Y/N sighs.

"Is the music really what helped? Like... nothing else?" Steve asks.

"Well... the music... I don't know, it... it helped, I guess. I mean, I started hearing it and I wasn't as super terrified as I had been. I-- I mean, I was, but... I don't. But a... some sort of portal opened and--and I saw you guys in my room and all yelling my name and trying to wake me up. And you were holding my hand and... and, I don't know. I just started thinking of everybody."

"What do you mean?" Steve asks.

"Just memories with people. With Max and-and El and the boys... Robin, you. Hell, even Erica and Nancy." Y/N says.

"Erica?" Steve asks.

"Yep." Y/N nods. "Yeah, it confuses me, too, kind of. But we did sneak into a Russian base together, so." Y/N says.

"Yeah, true." Steve mumbles. "Is that what helped you wake up?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I just... I thought of wanting to live... and-and keep being with you guys. Can't do that if I'm dead. Most of the memories were you, though."

"Really?" Steve asks.

"Yeah. Just simple things, honestly. All those nights of building forts and watching movies. You giving me my first sip of beer. Letting me wake you up after I have nightmares. You always taking care of me since mom and dad are always working and stuff."

"Mmm. Yeah. Guess I've been a babysitter since I was, like, five, huh?" Steve asks, messing with some strands of her hair.

"You're a pretty damn good babysitter." Y/N says, a small smile on her face.

"I know. It's why I keep getting elected." Steve grumbles.

"You may act like you hate it, but it's fun. And besides, you know you care about all of us." Y/N says.

"Yeah, whatever." Steve mutters, Y/N quietly laughing as her brother pretends to not be as caring as he actually is.

"Thank you... for getting home in time." Y/N says.

"You don't have to thank me. It's my job to protect you, right? I refuse to lose that job." Steve says.

"You're a pretty damn good brother, too." Y/N comments.

"Thanks. I guess you're a good sister." Steve teases. Y/N smacks him and he laughs. "You're a pretty damn good sister."

"Thank you." Y/N says through a yawn.

"You can go to sleep. I'll stay right here. Just keep at least one of the headphones on." Steve says.

"Okay." Y/N mumbles, lying down on the couch. She puts a pillow on Steve's lap and puts her head on the pillow, her feet resting next to the couch arm.

Y/N keeps one headphone over her ear, the song playing on repeat for the thousandth time. Steve plays with her hair, helping her fall asleep.

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[chloe-skywalker]

No Plans - Billy Hargrove (3/3)

Part #3 (3/3)

Billy x Fem!Reader Harrington

Steve x Fel!Sister!Reader

Warnings: Stranger Things, none

Word count: 1,787

Summary: Now that the Christmas Eve at the Mayfield/Hargrove home obligation was fulfilled, it’s time for Billy to experience Christmas at the Harringtons. 

Authors Note: Finale part 3! Here it is everyone! Enjoy! Merry Christmas & Happy Holiday’s!

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Stranger Things Masterlist

Holiday Masterlist

Part 1 (2021)  ~ Part 2 (2022)

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“What are you doing?” Y/n asked Billy as he took a pillow and blanket off of her bed and set them up on the floor in a makeshift bed.

“Anyone could walk in-” Billy started to answer, gesturing to the door. Billy normally would sleep in the bed with Y/n. But with how many people were staying in the house he didn’t want to set a bad example for himself to her family. But Y/n stopped him.

“Stop, Billy. You are sleeping in my bed with me. That's finale. Just keep your clothes on and if someone comes in we’ll be good.” Y/n stated picking up the blanket and pillow off the floor shaking them out and placing them back on the bed, before she got undressed to put on her pj’s.

“Just don’t want to make a bad impression.” Billy told her, watching the door apprehensively.

“Billy, why do you care what my family thinks of you so much?” Y/n asked him sitting on her bed watching him change into his own pj’s. Great view Y/n thought in her head.

“I don’t plan on letting you go so it’d be nice if your family liked me.” Billy stated moving onto the bed sitting next to her. He never cared about what parent’s thought of him before now. There was more at stake with y/n in Billys mind.

Y/n hated how he felt the need to get her parents approval. She means sure if he were to act like the Billy around town then they’d probably hate him, but she hated how he felt he needed to be not himself to impress her family.

Y/n sighed reaching out to hold his hands in hers before explaining something she felt was very important for him to hear. “Oh Billy. You don’t have to do that. I don’t care if they like you, because I don't care what they think. I’m glad you're here because it’ll make this holiday bearable. My parents like you Billy and it drives my brother nut’s. Normally our parents are always gone so we celebrate by ourselves Steve and me. Sometimes we invite friends over to celebrate with us. Like the kids Max hangs out with, Nancy, Robin, Johnathan, I could go on. That’s honestly the way I prefer it. Just Steve, me and the people we consider family. Like you.”

The only person Y/n wished liked Billy was her brother, but she knew there were a lot of reasons on both sides why they didn’t get along.

“Why are they here hosting them?” He asked her with an inquisitive look. He was confused if they were never really around. Why were they hosting all their family this christmas?

“It’s their turn this year. Trust me they weren’t happy about it.” Y/n let out a sarcastic laugh remembering how upset her parents were to have to cancel their vacation plans. Y/n snuggled up into Billys side as they repositioned themselves to lay down under her covers getting ready to sleep. “I’m just glad you're here. I couldn’t imagine doing this without you.”

Billy pulled her as close as she could possibly be to him, kissing the top of her head. “I’m not leaving. Promise.”

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“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” The kids came barging into her bedroom screaming her name. Effectively waking her and Billy out of their peaceful sleep.

“Hmmmm, what?” Y/n asked in a very tired, sleepy voice opening her eyes to look at them.

“Come on, get up! Santa came!” They grabbed her shoulder, shaking her whole body.

“Well, how about you go wake your parent’s up and we’ll meet you there.” Y/n suggested and the kids left to do as Y/n said.

“Are they always that loud?” Billy groaned, turning on his side facing her.

“No, they're just excited.” She shook her head smiling at him.

“Where are you going?” Billy pulled her back down to the bed before she could get up, wrapping her arms tightly around her pulling her back into his chest.

“If we don’t get up they’ll come back.” Y/n laughed, smiling at how sweet his actions were, loving how clingy he always was in the morning.

“They wake you to?” Steve asked from the doorway rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“Yup.” Y/n smiled over at her brother, craning her neck to do so.

“Hey, can I have a moment with Hargrove here?” Steve asked once Y/n and Billy had gotten up and were heading out of Y/n’s room. “Uh, sure. I’ll go downstairs. Start helping with breakfast.” Y/n looked between her brother and boyfriend unsure if this was a good idea to leave them alone. But Billy gave her a nod singling it would be okay.

“What do you want, Harrington?” Billy asked once Y/n’s footsteps could be heard going down the stairs.

“Just wanted to say thanks. For taking care of my sister yesterday. Max says that Neil is an ass so. . .” Steve looked to Billy hoping he didn’t want to fight Steve was done fighting with him. And he never won anyways. But he really just wanted to talk.

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.” Billy clenched and unclenched his fist resisting the urge to punch him for even insinuating that he would let his father lay a hand on Y/n.

“I appreciate that. Look, can we just call a truce? At least for today if not for good. For Y/n.” Steve nodded with an appreciative look, he could see it in the dirty blonde. He truly cared about his sister and that took awhile to sink in. But it had now and Steve didn’t want to cause an eventual rift between him and his sister.

“For Y/n.” Billy agreed to Steve’s idea, it was time they got along for Y/n. BIlly didn’t plan on leaving her so he and Steve needed to bury the hatchet. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

“Did you just-’

“Not happening ever again so take it and move on.” Billy didn’t apologize often. So Steve needed to just leave it and move on. Take the apology and never mention it again.

The two nodded and headed down stairs to join everyone else.

“Hey, breakfast is ready.” Y/n greeted the boy’s as they entered the kitchen. Y/n had put some bacon on her’s and their plates along with cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon rolls were Steve and y/n’s tradition for breakfast on holiday’s.

“Thanks, sis.” Steve took his plate from her outstretched hand.

“Thanks.” Billy grabbed the other plate from her.

“Everything okay?” Y/n asked as surprisingly of what they could have talked about as they went to sit down.

“Everything's fine. More than.” Billy leaned over and kissed her on the lips before digging into his plate.

After breakfast everyone opened presents after opening present’s everyone slowly got dressed. Y/n and Billy headed up to her room to get dressed themselves.

“Hey, I still have that gift for you.” Billy spoke up once the door was shut to Y/n’s room.

“Billy-”

“You got me gifts. I’m allowed to give you them as well.” Billy really loved the gifts she had gotten and he was excited to see her open his gift.

“Oh, Billy. It’s beautiful.” Y/n was stunned at the gift. It was a matching necklace and ring. On the back of the necklace and inside the ring were her’s and Billy’s entails.

“I figured if you couldn’t wear one you could wear the other.” He explained to her, he knew she didn’t always wear necklaces but she always had a ring on or one or the other.

“I love them. Thank you.” Y/n smiled up at him before turning around to have him help her put on the necklace as she slid the ring on.

“I was hoping you would.” Billy grinned happily and relieved that she loved them.

“Can I ask you something?” Y/n turned to face him.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Why are you and my brother getting along? Hell your acting like friends. I’m not upset by it, I’m actually kind of happy about it, but it’s also kind of freaking me out. You hated each other just yesterday.” Y/n moved to sit back on her bed hoping to get an answer about earlier. It’s making Y/n feel a little crazy watching them get along. She loved it but it was odd.

“We called a truce.” Billy told her with a shrug.

“Why?” Y/n tilted her head confused.

“Why do you think?” He teased asking her with a knowing look in his eyes.

“Me?” She furrowed her brows and her eyes widened. Y/n was confused at their timing if that was the case. “Why now?”

“I think he might have realized I’m not going anywhere and I’m not using you.” Billy told her moving to stand between her legs. He hated that at first y/n and Steve thought he was trying to use her. Sure he flirted with her just to piss Steve off. But he never planned on using Y/n. This was the longest relationship Billy has ever had.

“Thank you.” Y/n smiled at him gratefully knowing it couldn’t have been easy to do that for her.

“Anything for you.” He whispered against her lips before pulling her into a kiss which in the process ended up with them falling back onto her bed, with Billy hovering over her.

“Let’s get dressed and head back down.” Y/n suggest once they broke apart as she ran her hand’s up and down his biceps.

After they got dressed and went back down stairs the day continued and they played games and just hung out with the family. Steve and Billy acted like friends the rest of the day, but if you asked Y/n she watched them actually get along and share things in common. Y/n didn’t think they were doing much acting at all.

The day went by fast and everyone sat down in the family room to eat dinner. After that Billy and Y/n headed up to her room for some quiet time.

“Did you have fun?” Y/n questioned hoping he did, it seemed like he  had.

“Yeah, I did.” Billy smiled a guinea smile at her he reached up to run a hand through her hair.

“It was a fun first Christmas together.’ Y/n hinted hoping he got that she wanted to spend more Christmas’ together.

“One one many to come.” BIlly smirked, enjoying the thought of her words.

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[marie-swriting]

It Is Not Your Job - Steve Harrington

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Summary : You're feeling worse and worse everyday, hoping your parents will finally notice you, but only your brother, Steve, seems to worry about you, as always.

Warnings : Y/N is 15, Steve is 17, underage drinking (don't drink if you're not of age !), mention of drugs, bad parents, feeling of not being seen, feeling bad (talk to someone if you're not okay ! My dms are open if you need to talk to someone), following strangers (don't follow people you don't know, be careful !), education situation complicatd, angst, fluffy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if I missed other warnings.

Word count : 4.2k

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“Mom, you really need to sign our report cards.” You take your attention away from your TV as you hear your brother, Steve, talking to your mom.

“Already ? Oh yeah, the semester’s been over for a month. Where are they ?”

“We hung them on the fridge to make sure you and dad would find them easily.”

“Oh, I hadn’t seen it.” Your mother states, softly laughing.

From afar, you watch the interaction before rolling your eyes. Obviously she hadn’t seen your report cards on the fridge even though she’s walked past it for the past three days. She doesn’t see anything. She doesn’t see any of you. Your mother and father are there without really being there. You know they’re absent because of their work, they do everything to give you a ‘good life’ but you wish in their definition of a ‘good life’ there was something about being a ‘good parent’. 

Your mom takes her work’s pen and signs the papers without looking at it.

“Congrats, babies. You did an amazing job.” She affirms with a wide smile.

For you, that’s your last straw. How could she say you did an amazing job when your grades completely went down this semester ? Even your teachers are worried about your future. Your mother doesn’t even pay attention to it. As always.

You’re tired of your mother’s hypocrisy so you get up from the couch and go to your room, without looking at Steve and your mom who are still in the kitchen. 

When you enter Miss Click’s classroom, you hand her your report cards, newly signed. She thanks you before getting ready to start her class. You sit at your usual spot and pretend you’re listening to the teacher.

Since last month, your attention about school went down, just like your grades. You’re not following the classes attentively anymore and you keep skipping school. You had done it before, but only twice and they were exceptions, you had found good excuses to not feel guilty about it. Now, you do it without a second thought. After all, if the school tried to inform your parents, they wouldn't answer. If it was the case, you could always lie to your parents about why you skipped school, they wouldn't be able to check the truth as they're always on the opposite side of the country or even on another continent.

Steve noticed the change in your behavior but didn’t tell you anything. He guesses you’re only going through a bad phase. If you really weren’t feeling well, he knows you’d come to him. He’s spent his whole life reminding you he’s always there for you. He perfectly knows how to take care of you. Maybe too much, if someone asked for your opinion.

Two days later, it’s your father’s turn to come back from a work trip. He’s even worse than your mother. He speaks only if it’s necessary, whereas your mom, at least, tries to act as if she cares.

Annoyed by the so-called presence of your parents, you take refuge in your room again. You put your music on, turning up the volume, while you’re reading a magazine. You do everything to get lost in your thoughts, to forget you’re in a house that is everything but a home.

As you’re turning a page, your music gets drastically quiet. You take your eyes away from your magazine and see your dad in front of your radio, an irritated expression on his face.

“What do you think you’re doing ? I was listening to my music !” You say, getting angry.

You get up from your bed and start walking toward your radio but your dad gets in front of it.

“And I am trying to work. You’re so-called music prevents me from it.” He snaps, dryly. 

“I need my music to focus.”

“You’re reading a stupid magazine.” Your father retorts, rolling his eyes.

“I do what I want, this is my room !”

“It might be your room but you’re under my roof. You do as I say ! So you stop with your stupid music.” He orders. “If you really want to destroy your ears with it, use your walkman. You know, the thing that cost us a leg and that you wanted so much.”

You sigh, frustrated while your father slams the door. You go back to your bed and scream in your pillow. You got irritated by talking to your father for less than a minute. That was also the first time you talked with your dad since he came home, by the way. As you don’t want to have to deal with him again, you get your walkman he so ‘kindly’ offered you and put your tape in it. Your headphones on, you turn on the music, trying to evacuate your emotions.

When you go into the kitchen the next day to have breakfast, you find a note on the fridge. You immediately recognise your mom’s writing. You don’t need to read it to know the content. She left for yet another work trip. She only stayed at home for a week. It’s almost a record. You scrunch the paper before throwing it on the table. You’re not hungry anymore so you go back to your room to get ready for school.

When you arrive at school with Steve, you do everything to hide your uneasiness. He tried to question you but you acted as if everything was okay. You don’t want him to worry for you. Besides, you don’t even really know what you’re feeling yourself. There are so many different emotions going through your head. You’re completely lost. You just hope your classes will be a good distraction.

During Miss Click’s lecture, she gives you back your test from last week. She hands you your paper and tells you she wants to see you after class. You nod before quickly taking a look at your grade. You got a D-, let’s say it’s better than a F…

For the remaining time, you’re nervous about the conversation with your teacher. When the moment finally comes, you do everything to hide your nervousness. 

“You wanted to see me, Miss ?”

“Yes, Y/N. I’d like to discuss your grades. You may have gotten some better grades on the last tests but it’s still not enough. I know what you’re capable of. You’re a good student. Can you tell me what’s happening ?” She asks, worried.

“I… I’m just a little bit tired.” You lie. “I’m going to do better, I promise you.”

“I’m sure you can, but it doesn’t look like you are. Look, I would like to talk with your parents. I know it’s difficult for them but it can’t keep going on like this.”

“My mom left today and my dad is busy and he’s probably gonna leave soon, too.”

“I know but isn’t there a solution for me to see them ?” She insists and you start feeling embarrassed.

“I think you’ll be luckier with my mom but if you want to talk to her now, it’ll only be through the phone.”

“It’s better than nothing. Could you give me her number, please ?” She says, taking a pen.

“I don’t have her hotel number yet. I’ll probably have it tonight though. I’ll tell you during the week but I can’t promise you you’ll have her on the phone right away.”

“It’s okay, I’ll still try. Thanks.”

“Have a good day, Miss.” You finish as you start to walk away but she holds you back.

“Y/N, you know, if you need to, you can talk to me. If you struggle following the lesson, I’d be happy to help you.”

“Thanks.”

You give her a small smile before leaving her class, embarrassed. You have the impression Miss Click is pitying you and you hate it. Obviously she means well, but you don’t want to make her think you can’t handle things on your own. You know how to do it. You’ve known how to do it since your childhood. Your parents didn’t give you any other choice. 

Even if it’s lunch break, you don’t go to the cafeteria. You wouldn’t have the time to properly relax so you better not eat at all. Instead, you leave the building and walk to the forest next to the school. You walk carefully, making sure no one is seeing you until you’re in front of the picnic table.

“Little Harrington. To what do I owe this pleasure ?” Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson smiles when he notices you.

“You do know I’m not only Steve’s sister, right ?”

“I know. What can I do for you ?”

“What can I have for fifty bucks ?” You ask, taking him aback. 

“Sorry ?”

“For fifty bucks, what can you sell me ?”

“Nothing.” He affirms without wasting a second.

“What, is it more expensive ? I can already give you fifty and the rest tomorrow.”

“No, I think you didn’t understand me, Little Harrington, I’m not gonna sell you anything.” Eddie clarifies and it’s your turn to be taken aback.

“Why ?”

“You’re fourteen.”

“I’m fifteen !” You correct, annoyed.

“Sorry, Ma'am.” He states dramatically. “I don’t sell to minors.” 

“So what ? You’re a saint now ?” You ask and he shrugs. “You’re selling drugs in a high school, what did you expect ?”

“Let’s just say I don’t sell anything to people under seventeen. In either case, you don’t fit into any categories.”

“You’re a jerk.” You state with a fake smile.

“Thanks, Little Harrington.” He jokes while you leave the forest. “It was a pleasure to not make a deal with you !”

After his sarcastic comment, you flip him the bird while you’re still walking toward the school. Among the people of this place, you’d never have thought Eddie Munson would play the good samaritan. Even if you don’t want to, you go back to class, suffering in silence.

When your father leaves Hawkins for his work two weeks later, you feel like it’s too much for you. You’re feeling really bad. You feel sick in your stomach. You can’t even eat. You feel like you could be sick at any given moment. Steve noticed it during the drive to school. He didn’t ask you any questions while he was driving, he wanted to let you rest for a bit. Maybe you just needed a few more minutes of sleep ? Yet, when you arrive at school, his brother's instinct kicks in.

“Are you feeling okay Y/N ? You look sick.”

“Yeah, I just have a bit of a stomach ache. It’ll go away soon. Don’t worry.”

“You’re sure ? We still have some time. We could go back home. I’ll call school and explain everything.” He assures you and you try to smile.

“Steve, I’m okay. It’ll pass in an hour, at most.”

“If you need, you can always go see the nurse and tell her to tell me if you go back home.”

You nod before leaving the car. You let Steve join his friends while you go to your class.

Your uneasiness is still there, even after one hour. Being at school begins to be too much for you, you decide to skip the rest of the day. You walk around Hawkins for a few hours before going back home.

You’re laying on the couch, you’re reading when Steve comes back home, panicked. Relief quickly makes its way on his face when he notices you.

“God, Y/N, you scared me ! I couldn’t find you in the corridors and I tried to call home but got no response !”

“Sorry, Steve. I really wasn’t feeling well and the nurse said I could go back home. I totally forgot to tell her to tell you. And when I got home, I went directly to sleep. I was so tired that I didn’t hear the phone.” You lie.

“I understand but remember to tell me next time. You really scared me.”

“Sorry.”

“You’re feeling better now ?” He asks, worried as he puts his hand on your forehead.

“I’m feeling better, yes. Besides, I don’t have a fever, Steve.”

“We never know. Maybe you caught something.”

“It’s nothing bad. I’m fine.”

“Alright, but tell me if it happens again !”

“Promise.”

Steve goes to his room while you look at him, a grateful expression on your face. You feel lucky to have a brother who worries that much for you, who cares that much about you. He does a better job than your parents. You can’t even remember the last time one of your parents put their hand on your forehead to check your temperature. The feeling of gratitude quickly leaves your body as a wave of sadness comes when you realise how much Steve sacrifices for you. How much he’s sacrificed his life to do your parents’ job. He shouldn’t worry this much…

You try to call your mom for the fifth time in a row. Miss Click is being more and more insistent. She informed you she couldn’t reach your mom, despite trying several times. You promised her you’ll get a hold of her. You’re not surprised to see your mom acting this way. You told her your teacher wanted to talk to her about your grades. For a second, you thought she understood something was going on, that she’ll finally worry. Guess you were wrong. 

When your mom still doesn’t answer you, you aggressively hang up the phone. Why do you even bother to make all of this effort if she doesn’t even try ?

This situation with your parents is becoming more and more insufferable. You want to talk about it with Steve but you’re afraid is going to take your parents’ side. After all, they’re not there because they want to give you a good future. They’re not doing it the right way but they mean well, right ? It’s selfish coming from you to ask to have their attention all the time. But they could have at least paid attention to your academic situation ! If a teacher wants to talk with your parents, it’s because there’s a problem. They should notice it so why isn’t it the case ? Every contradiction tumbles out in your head. If only you could have parents with a normal job, everything would be much easier.

Those contradictions keep running through your head for a few days, making your uneasiness worse. You’re shutting off more and more and skipping as much. Steve does everything to know the truth but you stay quiet. He already has so many things to handle, he doesn’t need another problem. 

Today, you want to try to do a full school day but as soon as the bell rings, your stomach ache comes back. You now know there’s only one solution : leaving school and staying in your own bubble, away from everyone. You feel like you’re getting better when you do that. So, you wait until the corridors are empty to leave the building discreetly. 

Outside, you walk around town. You go to some stores but buy nothing. You eat the sandwich you made for the day before walking some more. You wander like a ghost, like the shadow of your former self. When the end of the day comes, you don’t have the strength to go back home. You still want to stay in your own bubble. But staying in your own bubble sober is not enough anymore.

You walk to a grocery store and wait for an adult to ask them to buy you some alcohol. When a young man of about twenty years accepts to do it, you thank him. When he comes back and he gives you the alcohol, you’re even more grateful. You start to walk away when he calls you 

“You know, you don’t have to drink alone. Wanna come with my friends and I ? We’re going to a bar not far away from here. They don’t ask for IDs.”

You hesitate for a second. You look at the man before looking at the car where there are two women and another man sitting. You think a little bit more before answering.

“Why not.”

“Yes ! Come, let’s have some fun !” One of the women screams before opening the car door. 

You get into the car, following these strangers in the bar the guy told you about while you almost drink the whole bottle. As you were told, no one asks for your ID in the bar. You can order as much as you want. You decide to try a little bit of everything. You’ve always been rational. That night, you want to change that. Your new friends encourage you to drink by telling you a little bit about every alcohol available. You keep drinking shots as well as another regular drink until your head starts spinning. You hold onto the counter before feeling nauseous. You run into the bathroom, by some miracle you can hold back until your face is above the toilet. Nichole, one the women from the group, followed you so she’s currently holding back your hair while you empty your stomach. 

“Thanks.”

“I think you had enough for tonight, don’t you think ?” She laughs.

“I think so, yeah.”

“Come on, let’s go. We’re gonna tell the others we need to get you back home.”

“Do I really need to go back home ?” You question before cleaning your mouth.

“Your parents aren’t there, right ? You said that earlier so you won’t get grounded.”

“It’s true ! You’re totally right ! Besides, even if they were there, they don’t care about me. They wouldn't even notice I’m drunk.” you add, suddenly feeling confident. 

“Come on, troublemaker, it’s time to go home.”

Nichole supports you to help you leave the bathroom. When you get back to the others, you’re not fully lucid to say you need a ride back home so your new friend tells them. They nod, laughing when they see your state.

On the way home, Pete, the one who bought you alcohol, makes sure to drive slowly. Not because he drank alcohol too and wants to be responsible but because he doesn’t want you to throw up in his car. 

Fortunately, you arrive at your destination without giving back your stomach content. You wave at your new friends before walking to the door. You take your key from your school bag and open the door. You don’t even have the time to put your belongings down when you’re suddenly blinded by the lights. Steve runs toward you, in utter panic.

“You’re really coming home only right now ? Fuck, Y/N, it’s one a.m, I was worried sick ! I thought something happened to you ! I even called the cops.”

“It’s alright, I’m not dead, Steve.” You murmur, rolling your eyes.

“Are you… Did you drink ?” He asks, getting closer to you.

“No.”

“Y/N.” He insists with a more authoritarian tone.

“Okay, maybe one drink.”

“How did you do it ? You’re only fifteen.”

“I asked Pete.”

“Who is that Pete ?”

“The guy I met earlier. He’s the one who drove me home.” You inform, smiling.

“Are you really telling me you accepted alcohol from a stranger and you got into the care of that very same stranger ? Do you even realise how dangerous it was ? He could have hurt you !” He snaps, in shock.

“Calm down, there was Nichole, Tessa and George, too.”

“Oh, and this is supposed to reassure me ? You’re completely drunk, it’s one a.m, you disappeared since this morning and you hung out with God knows who. Do you have any idea how bad I felt ?”

“It’s…”

“Don’t even dare say ‘it’s nothing’, Y/N.” He cuts you, guessing what you were going to say. “I’m responsible for you when the parents aren’t there. I was so freaking scared ! And not only tonight, by the way. I’ve been worrying about you for two months.” He admits and you frown as you guess he understood. “Yeah, maybe they haven’t seen anything but I noticed your grades slipping since day one. I also noticed you kept skipping school. I also know you tried to buy drugs.”

“How do you even… ?”

“Munson told me.”

“That dick !” You whisper, feeling betrayed.

“Thank God he told me ! He also confirmed all of my doubts. God, Y/N, what’s going on ? Why are you shutting yourself off like that ? You know I’m here for you so why are you acting like that ? I can help you. I just feel you fading away and I’m scared for you.”

“Oh my God, can you stop ?” You scream, mad.

“Stop what ? Worrying about you ? I have to. You’re throwing your life away.” Steve retorts.

“Stop acting like a parent, it is not your job, for fuck’s sake ! Do you even realise the speech you just gave me, it should be mom or dad doing it ! Not you. Yes, you could be worried but you’re my brother. You’re supposed to make fun of me because I’m being yelled at or you should blackmail me to not tell the parents about my grades. That is your job. You’re not a parent ! You’re not supposed to be responsible for me.”

“They work hard to…”

“To give us a beautiful future, I know.” You cut him, irritated. “But at what cost ? Steve, I’ve seen you acting more like a parent than a teenager and you’re seventeen. I’m tired of seeing you sacrifice your life because two adults aren’t able to do their job. Look, we have a new proof tonight. You were worried sick, you called the cops because I disappeared the whole day.” You keep saying, tearing up. “Parents are supposed to do that, not you. You said it yourself, it’s been two months since you’ve noticed I wasn’t feeling okay. Mom didn’t even notice my grades dropped, even though she signed the report card ! It makes me mad because even when I try to catch their attention, you’re the one worrying. Like you always do. I just want them to notice they’ve failed as parents for once. I want them to see us. For once. But it’s not working. I don’t know what else I can do and I’m sick of it. I can’t stand it anymore, Steve.”

You completely break down in tears. Steve doesn’t answer but hugs you as tight as he can. He knew your family situation affected you, just like it does to him, but he never would have imagined you were suffering this much. He strokes your head, trying his best to calm your sobs as he murmurs sweet nothings. You didn’t think you’d break down tonight but it’s the case. You keep crying every single tear from your body for a few minutes before calming down. When Steve doesn’t feel your shoulders moving anymore, he breaks the embrace a little to look at your face, to look at his little sister’s face, completely broken.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I didn’t understand sooner why you weren’t feeling okay. I should’ve tried harder when I was asking you how you were.” He says, feeling guilty.

“I would have lied.”

“Still, I should have tried harder.”

“It is not your job.” You repeat whispering.

“It shouldn't be but it is. Even if it’s complicated to handle all of these responsibilities, I’m happy to be here for you so come talk to me when you’re not fine. Maybe I won’t have all the answers but I’ll do my best.” Your big brother assures you.

“Thanks.” You smile.

“If you want, we can try to talk to the parents ?” He suggests.

“They won’t listen.”

“We can always try.”

“Yeah.” You accept, not really convinced.

“You should rest, okay ?” Steve recommends you and you nod.

“Can you stay with me tonight ? Like when I had a nightmare when I was younger ?” You ask with a small voice.

“Sure. I’ll just call the police to say you’re home. I’ll also prepare you a glass of water and some medicine, you’re gonna have one hell of a headache.” He says, laughing a little as he points at your head.

“I guess.” You say, giggling. 

Steve kisses your forehead before inviting you to go to your room. You smile at him a little before going upstairs. He starts walking toward the phone in the living room when you stop and call for him. Steve comes back with a questioning look.

“I’m sorry.” You start before clearing your throat. “For worrying you the past two months but especially for tonight. Maybe I wanted the parents to worry but the last thing I wanted was for you to be scared. You’ve been doing so much for me since we’re kids. I’m really grateful to have you as a big brother.” You admit, looking down for a second. “I just hope you know that.”

“I’m glad to have you as a little sister.”

“Again, sorry for tonight. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

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[lou-lj]

Hi! Would you write something along the lines of Steve finding out his sister is dating max 🤍

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Harrington reader x Max Mayfield

A/N: The brother sister dynamic is simulator to the one I have with my older brother which I personally think makes it quite realistic idk// but also thanks for requesting, had a bit of a lack of motivation and this got me going hahhah

Summary: Your big brother finds out about your relationship to Max

You and Max where dating since almost half a year. You decided to keep it a secret, due to it being the 80’s and you also having homophobic parents. Meaning your relationship was hidden behind the terms of best friends. Friends going for the movies, friends having sleepovers, friends occasionally holding hands, friends who definitely looked at each other, with a little to much adoration.

You envied you brother for being able to do all those things with his dates and actually being able to call them that. No one would look at him as if it was weird. No one would question it, dismissing it as teens doing what teens do. But you couldn’t so, you had to sneak around. Meeting up with max in the bathroom, between class, to do something as simple as share a kiss or two.

As mentioned the two of you had regular sleep overs. Your parents went on a trip for the weekend and Steve had to work.

You made pasta with Max and ended up on the couch cuddling, while she read one of her many comic books to you. Dozing off you listened to her calm heartbeat.

Just to be soon woken up by the loud sound of the front door falling shut. As the information sunk in you jumped up the couch, being scared your parents would come home early. But before you stood a confused looking Steve. “Man, Steve you scared me to death!” His looked keeper wavering between you and your girlfriend. “What’s going on here?” You gulped, a hundred thoughts where running through your mind. “Stop biting you lip, it looks ugly and don’t panic, whatever this, is I’m ok with it. Well as far as I’m being ok of you having anything with anyone.” You sat back down on the couch, while Max got up from her lying position and settled next to you. Steve sat in an armchair across from the two of you.

“What is this?” Was his first question while gesturing between the two off you. Max took your hand in hers, “We are dating.” Your brothers eyebrows peaked up while he gave a nod, “Since when?” “Half a year,… in two weeks.” Now he looked surprised “How did you keep this so long from me?!” “Well I’m smart and wanted to keep it secret and your an idiot.” Fake laughing, he showed his annoyance to you. “Are you mad at me?” Steve shook his head got up from his seat and brought you into a hug. Tears welled up in your eyes and you let out a deep breath “I’m not mad about you liking girls. But why Max?” He had a painful expression on his face to which Max hit his arm. “Look, she’s always mean to me!” You couldn’t do anything but laugh, as the two of them started bickering as always.

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Studying and Sickness (Max Mayfield x Harrington!Reader)

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Anonymous asked:

Can you do a max mayfield x fem reader where they’re studying and things get a bit heated and the reader is Steve’s sister

Anonymous asked:

Can you do a max mayfield x fem reader where she’s Steve’s sister and she has the flu and max takes care of her

This is aged up R and Max - they’re 19 and in college locally

Max lies on her back beside (Y/n), and then she lets out a groan. (Y/n) looks over at Max, pushing her reading glasses up her nose.

“That’s really cute,” Max says, looking at (Y/n). (Y/n)’s cheeks grow hot, and she glances around nervously.

“What?” (Y/n) asks, carefully printing another answer on her Advanced Linear Algebra homework.

Max rolls onto her stomach, nudging (Y/n) with an elbow; (Y/n) looks up from her Alegbra. Max reaches out, ruffling (Y/n)’s hair and pulling (Y/n)’s glasses off her face.

“Hey!” (Y/n) exclaims, reaching out for her glasses, but Max just grins, holding them above her head. “I’m gonna get you, Mayfield.” (Y/n) lunges at Max, pinning her to the floor and sitting on the redhead’s thighs. “Glasses!”

Max giggles at the serious look on (Y/n)’s face, carelessly jamming the glasses onto (Y/n)’s face.

(Y/n) readjusts her glasses, letting out a yelp when Max suddenly flips her over, pinning her (H/c) haired girlfriend to the floor.

Max giggles, relaxing and lying her head on (Y/n)’s shoulder; (Y/n) wraps her arms around Max’s waist.

“I love you and your reading glasses,” Max presses a kiss to (Y/n)’s cheek, and (Y/n) leans into Max’s touch.

“And I love you,” (Y/n) replies, brushing her nose against Max’s cheek.

Max relaxes in (Y/n)’s arms.

The two girls hear the sound of a car door closing; Max jumps in (Y/n)’s arms.

“It’s okay,” (Y/n) runs her fingers up and down Max’s back. “It’s probably just Steve. My parents are never home anyways.”

Max can hear the scowl that had appeared on (Y/n)’s face, and Max strokes the side of (Y/n)’s face.

There is a knock on (Y/n)’s bedroom door, and Max rolls over onto the floor, placing herself a respectable distance from (Y/n) in case it was her homphobic parents.

(Y/n)’s door opens, and (Y/n)’s mother pokes her head through the crack in the door.

“Hi,” (Y/n) says, frowning slightly.

“You two studying?” (Y/n)’s mother asks.

“Mmmhmm,” (Y/n) replies stiffly.

The older woman glances between her daughter and the redhead. “Good.”

(Y/n)’s mother leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

“I can’t stand this anymore,” (Y/n) mutters, furiously scribbling another answer onto her homework - which was quite unlike her.

Max studies her girlfriend worriedly. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t stand hiding us being together because my parents would kick me if they found out what I was,” (Y/n) looks into Max’s beautiful blue eyes.

“Maybe you could ask if you could move into an apartment?” Max asks, and then she pauses. “And maybe I could move in with you?” she suggests.

(Y/n) is quiet for a moment, thinking about Max’s question. “I do have enough money saved up,” she mutters to herself. Then she looks into Max’s eyes again. “And living with you would be wonderful,” she goes on, smiling admiringly at Max. “You know what?” (Y/n) goes silent for a while, only speaking when Max had a question about her own homework.

. . .

(Y/n) knocks on the door of her brother’s room a few hours later - Max had gone home.

“Come in,” Steve calls, and (Y/n) pushes the door open, closing it as soon as she steps in.

Steve studies his sister, clad in jeans, a gray hoodie, and a yellow, gray, and white flannel. Then, he catches the worried look on her face, and he grows concerned.

“What happened?” Steve asks, sliding off his bed to embrace his sister tightly.

(Y/n) returns the hug with the same intensity.

“I want to move out,” (Y/n) says through a mouthful of cotton - Steve’s shirt.

Steve pulls back a little, a knowing look in his eyes. “Is this about Max?” he asks. He didn’t know for sure what the redhead and his sister were to each other, but he had a guess.

(Y/n) studies her brother’s face before she nods.

Steve locks his bedroom door, guiding his sister to his bed and motioning for her to sit down.

“You’re dating, aren’t you?” Steve asks. (Y/n) stares up at her brother, and then he sees the brotherly love gleaming in his eyes.

(Y/n) knew at this moment that her brother would not judge her for what she was about to say.

“Yes,” (Y/n) murmurs, nodding to herself. “Since we fought the Demo-dogs from the bus.”

Steve blinks with surprise, not realizing that his sister and Max - who seemed like a big romantic - had kept their relationship quiet for over five years.

“I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore but -” (Y/n) begins, her voice quavering, and Steve nods his understanding.

“They’ll kick you out if they find out,” Steve finishes.

(Y/n) studies her brother for a moment. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to say yes to this, but would you be okay with getting an apartment together?”

Steve considers the proposition. “You want to invite Max to live with us?” Steve asks genuinely - he considered Max as almost another sister even before he found out that his sister and Max were dating.

(Y/n) nods. “Though I don’t know what we’d do if Mom and Dad ever came over to see us.”

Steve considers his sister’s thought. “I think that maybe we get a three bedroom apartment, and set Max’s things up in one of them, that way, if Mom or Dad ever come over unexpectedly, it looks like she’s staying in her own room.”

(Y/n) smiles slightly at her brother, happy that he had found a way around their parents’ homophobia.

. . .

(Y/n) carries the last box into her and Max’s room in the apartment.

“Where should I put this, Maxie?” (Y/n) asks her girlfriend, holding the box out at arms’ length.

“Hmm,” Max considers the mess of boxes on the floor. “I’d say with the mess of others,” the redhead jokes.

“Currently reconsidering this situation,” (Y/n) teases, setting the box down.

Max’s head lifts in alarm, but then sees the teasing look in (Y/n)’s eyes, and she relaxes.

Max strides over, wrapping her arms around (Y/n)’s neck.

(Y/n) pretends to look uninterested, but (Y/n)’s arms unconsciously tighten around Max’s waist.

“This -” (Y/n) is cut off my Max’s lips pressing against her own. (Y/n)’s eyes flutter closed as she returns the kiss.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to do this,” Steve’s voice interrupts the two, and he looks, wide eyed, at the two girls, before he turns. Before he can walk all the way out of the room, he closes the door.

Max glances up at (Y/n), before she bursts out laughing, and sags against (Y/n)’s chest.

. . .

(Y/n)’s eyelids are heavy as she blinks her eyes open.

“Hey,” Max’s fingers stroke (Y/n)’s cheek.

“‘Mornin’” (Y/n)’s nose is stuffy, changing the sound of her voice.

Max’s eyebrows furrow with concern.

“You okay?” Max’s breath tickles (Y/n)’s face.

“I think,” (Y/n)’s face turns away as she lets out a harsh cough.

“You’re sick,” Max finishes. Max swings her legs over the edge of the bed and stretching like a cat.

“Where are you going?” (Y/n)’s voice quavers as Max begins to walk away.

Max turns around, her expression softening at (Y/n)’s uncertainty. “I’m going to get you some hot tea and make you a doctor’s appointment.” She walks back over to the bed - on (Y/n)’s side this time - and presses a kiss to (Y/n)’s forehead. “I love you,” Max’s fingers stroke the side of (Y/n)’s cheek again.

“‘ove you too,” (Y/n) replies conjestedly.

. . .

“She’s got the flu,” the doctor tells Max. “Manuka honey with tea for coughs, Tylenol for any pain, lots of fluids and rest. Open a window and keep a humidifier in the room to keep the air clean.”

. . .

(Y/n) sniffs conjestedly, burying her face into a pillow.

“Maxie!” (Y/n) calls, and Max walks into the room, carrying a soup in one hand and a grilled cheese sandwich on a plate in the other.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Max sets the soup and sandwich on (Y/n)’s nightstand, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I miss snuggling with you,” (Y/n) complains, moving herself to press her face into Max’s side.

Max’s expression softens, wrapping her arms around (Y/n) and she presses a few kisses to (Y/n)’s forehead.

“Eat your lunch, and then we can take a nap,” Max says.

“‘We,’” (Y/n) echoes questioningly.

“Yeah,” Max draws some random shapes on (Y/n)’s back.

“Tomato soup and grilled cheese,” (Y/n) settles back against her pillows, taking a chomp of her sandwich.

“Your favourite sick food,” Max finishes.

(Y/n) nods happily, dipping the edge of her grilled cheese into the soup before taking a bite.

. . .

(Y/n) spaces herself away from Max as the two get under the covers for a nap, but Max moves over onto (Y/n)’s pillow, wrapping her arms around (Y/n)’s waist, cuddling her from behind.

“I don’t want to get you sick,” (Y/n) says, letting out a cough.

“I might get sick anyway,” Max replies, resting her chin atop (Y/n)’s shoulder and pressing a kiss to (Y/n)’ cheek. “I love you.”

(Y/n) hums, her eyes closing, “‘ove you too.”

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guysss...im looking for this certain stranger things headcannons where y/n is steve's younger sister...and she's dating billy...wherein like the stuff she used to go to steve for she would now go to billy for instead and steve's regretful that he didnt do stuff like that before...and everything is in steve's pov

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Things We Won't Do

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Harrington!Reader

Warnings: Death, grief and it's overall pretty sad.

Summary: She never thought it would end like this. She didn't think there would ever be a last and she didn't expect to be crying over all the things she'll never get to do with you. She didn't think there would be an after you.

Word Count: 1,584

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while! This is my first stranger things fic! It's pretty sad, but I hope you enjoy!

I do NOT give anyone permission to repost or translate any of my works on any platform.

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Robin wasn’t trying to avoid Steve, really. She was just trying to avoid any reminder of you, which unfortunately for Steve, being your brother kind of put him on that list. It had been a few weeks since your funeral and Robin felt that she buried a piece of her too. 

Robin and Steve didn’t say much to each other at the funeral. You were dead, they both lost the most important person in their lives, what more was there to say? Talking about it wasn’t going to bring you back, they couldn’t love you back to life. It didn’t matter what they said, it wasn’t going to change the facts, you were gone and you were never coming back. 

She had thought about going to visit you, she really wanted to but she felt like that would really make it real. If she never went to your grave, she could pretend you were just out of town, that you’d be home soon. Although she knew that wasn’t true, especially when she came across your things scattered throughout the apartment you two once shared.

It made her quite sad when she realized she hadn’t really cried at your funeral. She was numb that day and it didn’t hit her that she would never see you again until right now. This very moment as she looked at your hoodie hanging over the chair in the living room. She ran her hand across the soft fabric as her vision began to go blurry. She imagined you wearing it as she sat on your lap and you brushed her hair behind her ear, smiling brightly at her. It hit her all at once that she would never do any of that with you again. She would never see you smile or hear you laugh again.

A sudden knock at the door shook Robin from her thoughts as she quickly dried her tears and put on a fake smile, ready to greet whoever was on the other side. She was shocked to see Nancy standing in her doorway.

She must have noticed her spacing out too, because she didn’t even ask if it was okay to come in. This snapped Robin out of her thoughts immediately as she noticed Nancy walk right into her apartment.

“Hey! Sorry,” she moved aside, “I’m just in my head, I guess.” She looked at the ground and frowned. She was tired of pretending.

“Yeah,” Nancy frowned as she went to sit down on the sofa. Her eyes landed on your hoodie that was laid over the chair and she felt a pit in her stomach as she thought about you. She realized then that there were still a lot of your things scattered around. She assumed some of them were still how you left them before you died, but others looked like Robin had been going through your things. 

Nancy asked her how she was and although that felt like a stupid question, she wanted her friend to know she cared. Robin appreciated it nonetheless and they talked for a while, but it wasn’t the same, not without you.

You were so full of light and you brought that light everywhere you went when you were alive. Every room in that apartment felt empty without you, it wasn’t home anymore. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, the two of you were supposed to have forever. There were so many things that you never got to do, that you never will do. She can’t bring you back and if she can’t find a way to live with that, she would miss out on so much of her life too.

Before you died, you told Robin she had to live. You told her you wanted her to just live, live the life you couldn’t and live a fulfilling life for the both of you. That was something you wish you hadn’t said, that was a burden you wish you didn’t place upon her. If she couldn’t move on, you would understand, you wouldn’t blame her and you would not be disappointed in her. You were dead though, you couldn’t take those words back.

Robin remembered that, but she also remembered that you loved her. She knew that you wanted the best for her, that you just wanted her to be okay. She thought the world of you and that would never change.

Nancy noticed Robin’s eyes start to fill with tears and followed her line of sight to your sweater. She wanted to distract Robin, but knew no matter how hard she tried, the conversation would somehow make its way back to you, it always did. 

Nancy decided to talk about you, the good memories and all the laughs you guys shared. They talked about the times you smiled so bright, it could light up the entirety of Hawkins after dark. About how they both missed you and how they wished you were still here. They remembered all the memories they got to experience with you and were grateful for the time they did get. It made them both feel better, talking about you and remembering you happily.

“Have you talked to Steve at all recently?” Nancy asked after a while. She knew Robin hadn’t and she knew Steve hadn’t talked to anyone either. She thought it would be good for them to talk to each other, they both lost the most important person in their life and were isolating themselves. 

Robin shook her head and mumbled something incoherent, which to Nancy was very clearly a “no I haven’t.” 

After about thirty minutes of convincing, Robin decided she would go check in on Steve. She could only guess he wasn’t doing great. You were his sister and if she was in pieces, she couldn’t imagine how his heart felt right now.

About twenty minutes later, Robin found herself standing in front of Steve’s door. A part of her felt bad for bothering him, especially after so long, but she concluded that both him and herself had isolated for far too long. They avoided you and any reminders of your existence, but they couldn’t live in denial anymore.

Robin knocked on the door and shortly after, a very dishevelled Steve appeared at the door. He was glad to see her, really, but he missed you more than he could handle. He half smiled and gestured for Robin to come inside.

They talked for a couple of hours, about what they’ve been doing since the funeral, how they’ve been coping and how much they missed you. Robin apologized for not reaching out sooner, Steve understood and apologized as well. They talked about how they missed each other and for the first time since you died, something felt normal. Something felt like the way it used to be, something familiar. 

Steve asked if Robin had been to visit you and she told him that she couldn’t, she had been avoiding it since the funeral. He admitted that he wasn’t able to go either and suggested they go together.

Robin would have been shocked, but if her heart felt empty, broken and just overall shattered, she could only imagine what it felt like for him. He had known you his whole life after all. She agreed that they go see you together and they did.

Steve walked cautiously towards the headstone, hands in his pocket and his voice was low as he spoke, “So I guess this is her home now, huh?”

Robin just nodded, too in shock, staring at your name engraved in the granite. She bent down and placed her hand upon the top of it as she let a couple tears slip from her eyes. 

“There’s just so much we didn’t get to do and now those chances are gone… forever,” her voice cracked and she started to sob. She brought her hand up to her face to quiet herself as Steve came over and hugged her.

“I would have married her, I should have asked her. Why didn’t I ask her?” Robin sobbed into Steve’s shoulder. He held her tight and tried to calm her, but even he was crying now. He would never get to see his sister get married and she would never see him do the same. There were so many things he would miss about you.

After a few minutes, they stood up as Robin took a deep breath and wiped her tears. She gave Steve a small smile to which he returned as he wiped his own tears. 

They gave each other space to talk to you alone and each of them promised you they would take care of the other. They knew they would miss you for as long as they would live, but they weren’t alone if they had each other.

Steve loved you and he would always miss his sister, but he knew you were in a better place now, that you would always look after him from wherever you are. You were his world, he won’t ever be the same again, but he could promise to do his best every day, for you. Everything he did now, would be for you, in memory of you. 

Robin decided that the joy of loving you was worth the pain of losing you, at least she got to experience what she did with you. She wouldn’t trade her time with you for the world because in the end, no love - no matter how brief - is ever wasted.

[yovrnewromantic]

THE LINE—

pairings: steve harrington x henderson!reader

1 — part 2 coming soon…

words: 3.6k

Summary: You realize the line between love and hate is very thin as you babysit and monster hunt alongside Steve Harrington.

Leaning pathetically against your locker, you banged your head against the metal, tugging on the end of your cheerleading skirt that got caught in the door when you slammed it shut. It’s your fault really, you were so happy to get it open for once. Of course, it had to be too good to be true.

“Need some help with that?”

Your lips swerved into a smile at the familiar voice, leaning away from your locker to look at one of your favorite girls.

“Yes, Nancy. Please!” you pleaded, laughing as the girl stepped forward, easily opening your locker door, not even needing to ask the combination from the amount of times she’s had to open it.

Nancy Wheeler smiled smugly when your locker opened, releasing you and your skirt.

Nancy had been one of your best friends since you moved to Hawkins along with Chrissy Cunningham and Heather Holloway. At twelve years old, you were anxious, but to your surprise, extremely charismatic. You found friends like wildflowers, something you loved, but Nancy was one of the best. She was like a rose, beautiful and smart, something that drew you to her in the first place.

“My savior! How could I ever repay you?” you joked, mocking a princess before laughing at your own joke, tugging your books tighter to your hip.

Nancy grimaced. “Well,” she started, and your brows furrowed, making you feel uneasy, “Firstly, by not being too mad…”

Nancy shoved a note in your face. You squinted reading the words that alert you that King fucking Steve was waiting for your best friend in the bathroom, wanting to make out. Gross.

“Ew,” you stated, playful smile turning into a pout. Your shoulders slumped, concern kicking in rather than disgust. “Harrington? Really, Nance? You could do so, so much better.”

To you, Steve Harrington was the worst person at Hawkins high. A real player who had absolutely no consideration for anyone’s feeling but his own and his stupid little posse. Generally a piece of shit.

“You owe me,” she mutters, shrugging her shoulder to try to rid her mind of what you were implying, what she had already been anxious about.

“I just think it’s a bad idea,” you say softly, trying not to hurt the poor girls feelings, but really you were just trying to help.

“And why’s that?” she asks, on the defensive.

You shake your head, holding yourself back from rolling your eyes. “He’s a bad idea,” you state simply. “He treats girls like shit and you know better to accept that.”

“You don’t know him.”

“I know that he dumped Charlotte after he had sex with her,” you offered, looking at her with a raised brow. Nancy rolls her eyes.

“Well, that’s Charlotte. And I’m going to see him,” she announces, a little like she’s singing.

Sighing disappointedly, the bell rings in your ears. Great, you’re late.

You give Nancy a look already walking backwards towards your first period. “Make good decisions. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“You wouldn’t go out with him the first place!” she calls back, looking at you with a playful expression.

“Exactly.” You smile, finally turning around and heading to your class. When you fully turn, your smile disappears.

Something about Steve makes you anxious, fills your body with unease whenever you two make eye contact when your both at your lockers. You hate the way he smiles smugly at you. And you hate that he’s going after another one of your friends, the fear of her getting hurt makes your stomach ache.

This time, if he hurts her, you hurt him.

And that’s exactly what happened.

You were on your evening walk, frowning at the missing poster you see of Will Byers, your little brother’s best friend and Johnathan Byers, one of your best friends, brother. It’s a saddening sight, especially since the young boy’s funeral. Absolutely heartbreaking.

Frustration is throbbing through your body. You feel helpless, unable to find the boy despite having helped put up posters and searched through the woods countlessly.

You were also angry with yourself for allowing your brother out of the house when you heard the news, letting him and his friends set out in search for him themselves because your heart ached looking into your brother’s teary eyes as he begged you not to tell mom that you caught him sneaking out.

It was stupid, that you told him to keep his walking on him, stay with his friends, and to stay safe or you’d fucking kill him. You’re a shitty sister.

You were an idiot. An idiot people pleaser who never knew when to say no to her friends and family. It was stupid that when your empathetic heart feels their pain you resort to the worse stress reliever, and contradictory to your guilty conscience, violence.

“Harrington, you better get your ass down from that ladder right now!”

You saw him from a mile away, the words spray painted on the movie theatre that you would always take your brother and his friends. The only thing you could make out of it was that Steve fucking Harrington was caught defaminating one of your best friend’s names while vandalizing the cinema.

Steve’s eyes went wide at the sight of you, the beautiful girl who ignored and criticized his every move. His ex-girlfriends best friend. His heart raced at your angry expression. His cheeks probably got a little red too.

“Henderson, what the hell are you doing here?” he asked, sponge pausing its movement to look down at you. Steve had completely forgotten what it looked like had happened, oblivious to everything else around him, his entire focus on you. His fake innocence only made you angrier.

Ignoring his question, you fumed, “Get your ass down or I’m pushing you off this damn ladder!”

Steve’s eyes widened as he muttered curses under his breath, quickly climbing down from the ladder. You pretended that seeing his face bloody and bruised didn’t make your stomach ache.

“Jesus, what your pro—,” You shoved him, and he stumbled back, arms stretched out as his back hits the ladder, “blem!”

“You wrote this? You called Nancy a slut?!”

You pushed him again, and he stumbled again, still looking at you like you’re crazy. He caught your wrists when you went to push him again.

Your hands were held at his chest, pulling you into his chest despite how you try to plant your feet, to stay away from him. Steve still has an bizzare look on his face as he looks down at you, cheeks pink and he’s slightly out of breathe from how he scrambled to grab your wrists.  Steve rapidly shakes his head, blurting, “What? No! No, I didn’t!”

You let out a scoff, nodding sarcastically as if you believed him. “So… you just cleaning it up? Bullshit,” you spit, and Steve looks almost hurt by your insinuation.

“Yes! “ He announced, running a hand through his hair when you tugged your wrists free. “I didn’t write this!”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked at him accusingly, like he was stupid. “Then who did, Harrington?”

“Tommy.”

“Oh, you’re best friend!” you exclaimed, “That totally makes so much of a difference.”

“No, Henderson, — I.” He groaned. He glanced around, breathing out of his mouth before he pinched his nose. “I should’ve stopped him, I know, but I’m cleaning this up now. I’m trying to fix it.”

“Because you got caught?”

“No! I just—,” he shook his head. “I’m not… friends with those assholes anymore. I just wanna help.”

Really? you thought to yourself. Your nose scrunched as you scanned him up and down for a second with repulsion. He’s not friends with Tommy and Carol anymore? That’s hard to believe.

Your interrogation seemed never ended, and you still had the urge to punch him in the face despite the cuts and bruises that stand prominent on his handsome face. You wet your lips, ignoring your natural concern and continuing. “Help? Help what?”

“I wanna apologize,” he said. “To Nance.”

“Really?” you deadpanned.  Steve arms waved wildly before he poked to fingers into his forehead, closing his eyes.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Is it that hard to believe?”

“Yeah, it is, King Steve,” you scoffed, before you let your thoughts slip into your words. You switch your footing, voice quieting ever so slightly when you ask, “What happened to your face?”

He paused.

“Byers,” Steve replied embarrassed, not even looking at you as your eyes widen.

“Really?” You sound surprised, and you are. The boy who’s been the nicest to you, one of your best friends ever since you’d gotten to town. Your babysitting buddy. The boy who’s brother was missing.

“Johnathan did that?” You ask. When he nods, you hum. “You deserved it.”

“I know.”

Humming, you look at Steve for a second, checking out his bloodied face and red knuckles. Next to his foot is the sponge he was using, it’s turning red and it looks like it’s decomposing from overuse. It makes you clear your throat when you catch his eyes again.

Quietly, almost whispering, you ask, “Do you love her?” You gulp, specifying, “Nancy?”

He sighed, and he looked at you for a good minute, clearly contemplating. Truth be told, he didn’t know. She was… different from his other girlfriend.

Steve would be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t like you. He knew he did, since last year and you walked in wearing a pretty little sundress and gave him attitude when he offered to be your prince charming and open your locker. Maybe he liked Nancy a lot, but he didn’t know if you could love someone and stare at their best friend when their back was turned.

He swallowed, shrugging. “I don’t know.”

You don’t like him. You don’t like him. You don’t like him.

Steve’s word make you nod to yourself, ignoring the relief you feel that he’s not in love with her for Nancy’s sake. Clearly, Steve was a shitty teenage boy, and even worse boyfriend, but you believed in change.

“You really want to make things right?” you question, still trying to keep your guard up despite how you feel them crashing down around you. Goddammit, you hate Steve Harrington.

“Yes,” he groaned, meaningfully.

In your head, you were screaming. Blood curdling, a homicide victim type of screaming, and it’s so loud, so so freaking loud that you couldn’t hear your own thoughts. Maybe, that’s why you make a dumb decision.

You shrug, already turning around to start walking. “Okay, then. Let’s go.”

“Wait, what? Where?”

“To go see Nancy,” you scoffed, as if it was common knowledge. Impatiently, you said, “Come on, I don’t want to be seen with you.”

You trudged forward, once white sneakers thumping against the sidewalk. Behind you, you can hear Steve jog forward, eager to catch up with you.

It doesn’t take long, but the moment he’s beside you, words spill from his lips, quickly. “I— I have my car.”

Pausing in your step, you begrudgingly looked at Steve, quite relieved that you don’t have to walk all the way to Jonathan’s house. “Okay. Where?”

“Over here,” Steve says, almost out of breath as he points to his car. You head towards it without a second thought, harshly pulling on his passenger car door and glaring at him when it doesn’t open.

Steve looks at you strangely, kinda of afraid of you, and he puts his key in before opening the door for you. You don’t look at him, not even when he gets inside the driver seat and starts the car, too busy staring out the window.

“Do you, um, want any music?” Steve stutters, looking at you hesitantly. You roll your eyes.

“You not talking is enough for me,” you smile, sarcastically.

“Oh,” Steve deadpans, biting his lips at he turns away from you, ready to drive.

Great, now you feel bad. You offer, “What do you have?”

“Yeah— yeah, I have Beat It, some AC/DC, Uptown Girl—

“Uptown Girl, please,” you cut him off.  Your casual manners make Steve blush. You don’t even notice that you said it, and it reminds Steve how good you are. You were solid good.

A good girl.

A nice girl.

And one who wants nothing to do with him.

Go figure.

Steve realizes how fucked up his mind is as his knuckles turn white on the stirring wheel. He starts to drive, listening to you hum while starring out the window, sometimes cutting yourself off to tell him directions to Jonathan’s house.

When he asked why there, you said that he had to apologize to Jonathan first. He listens to you for reasons he could not comprehend, because he found himself trusting you despite how much you must hate because he knows you.

In the hallways, he’d watched you tell freshmen directions, laugh on your way to class, help kids who would drop things. You’d barely notice the boys that trailed after you that you thought were only friends, and he’d watch you scold them whenever they were mean to some freak, or nerd, or geek, in the halls.

You were nice. The nicest girl at that damn school, and unbeknownst to you, The Queen Of Hawkins High.

He can’t keep his eyes off you, and he’s never felt guiltier. He let his friend call his girlfriend a slut while he was yearning to kiss her best friend on the way to apologize to her. There was something wrong with him. Steve shook his head, letting his eyes part from you and focus on the road.

The drive was slow, but the moment the car parked in the Byers’ driveway, you were quick to usher Steve out.

“Go,” you wave.

“What?” Steve’s heart races. “Right— right now?”

“When else?” you blink.

“Shouldn’t we rehearse something?”

You sigh, holding back a much needed eye roll. A fake smile props on your lips. “‘Jonathan, I’m sorry for fighting you in the middle of the street. That one’s on me,’” you say. “‘Oh, and I feel bad for smashing your camera to little bits. How about I buy you a new one with my daddy’s money?’” You drop your smile. “That good?”

“The camera wasn’t my fault,” he justified.

 “I know, I was there. Still, that doesn’t make what you did right, so get out of the car and apologize,” you punctuated.

Steve mouth gaped. Then, he begrudgingly unbuckles his seat belt and grumbles under his breath, stepping out the vehicle. He slams the car door shut.

You snorted a laugh, sinking into Steve’s comfy car seats.

From where your sat, you have a clear viewing of the show. You’re not sure whether or not Jonathan will forgive him. Apart of you hopes he doesn’t. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

What did surprise you was watching Steve, under the warm yellow glow from the Byers house lights, pound on the door and then eventually force his way in.

Hastily, you trailed after him, leaves crunching under your quick feet.

“Steve!” you called once in the door way. “This wasn’t what we talked about…”

The words died in your throat as your eyes scattered across the room, the sight of Jonathan, a shit ton of weapons his living room table and Nancy with a gun pointed at Steve’s face had you had you bewildered.

“You two need to leave now!” Jonathan said, but you were more focused on Nancy’s count down, gun still pointed at Steve.

Before you could think, you were shoving yourself in between Steve, Jonathan, and the gun, hand raised in defense. The mass of Christmas lights around you flickered briskly with your final shout, “What is going on?”

Few words between Nancy and Jonathan end with Steve Harrington, grabbing your wrist and dragging you down the hall into a bedroom as a venus-flytrap looking bear rips apart the ceiling.

“What the hell was that,” Steve yelled along with a variety of curses.

“Shut up!” Nancy and Jonathan shouted, synchronized.

You and Steve shared a feared look.

Pounds and gurgles erupt from the other side of the door until they suddenly stopped. In the silence, Nancy and Jonathan exit the room, Steve and you right behind them.

“Are you going to tell us what that was?” you rasped desperately.

Nancy’s reply was short. “A demogorgon.”

You recognized that name. “Like—,” you brows pinched together. “From DnD?”

“That’s what the boys said.”

“The boys,” you repeated. “Like Dustin, Lucas, and Mike? They know about this?”

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry but we don’t have time for the questions. It’s going to come back, and you two,” she gestures to you and Steve, “need to leave. Right now.”

Breathing heavy, and with the shake of your head, you said, “No.”

“Yes, go,” Nancy said, stepping closer. You were the same height, she couldn’t intimidate you, not even with a gun in her hand. You weren’t going to leave, especially because of the newfound fear of that thing going after your brother.

“Y/N,” Steve tried, eager for the door.

“No, you go,” you said to Steve then turned to Nancy, “I’m staying so either let me help kill it or I’ll stand here and be bait.”

“Fine,” Nancy said.

Jonathan threw you a lighter. “Throw this into the carpet when it’s here.”

Steve felt pathetic watching the three of you. He didn’t want to leave and be a coward, but he didn’t want to die either. One thought over powered the other and he sprinted to his car, but seeing rapid flickering lights, he forced himself back inside.

After swinging a crowbar at the demogorgon and watching it swallow it whole, you were sure you were going to die. You fell back, squeaking in despair as you did so. The demogorgon’s mouth widen, and you may have gotten a little teary eyed at the sight of Jonathan and Nancy on the floor, looking helpless as well.

But to your shock, Steve Harrington jumped in front of you, swinging a bat like he hadn’t quit baseball in seventh grade.

What happened next was blur, but you remember Steve Harrington forcing you to your feet and the sight of a demogorgon enveloped in flames.

—

With shallow breaths, you sat on the wooden porch in front of the Byers’ house, illuminated by a singular warm lantern, recollecting the previous events. Mind racing, you hardly notice the body next to yours.

Well, until, and hand landed on your shoulder. It’s large, much bigger than your own. Your eyes traced the arm up to its owner, seeing a bloody, concerned face staring back at you.

“You okay?” Steve asked, and your heart swelled the slightest bit at his worry. He had just almost killed himself and he was worried about you.

Your eyebrows twitched, the undying desire to hate him still present. “Yeah,” you choked, “I’m fine.”

Steve nodded. He retracted the hand off your shoulder slowly, which you were grateful for. Nancy and Johnathan’s dull chatter filled the void, the four of you too nerved to fully close the front door.

Clearing your throat, you said, not looking at him. “Thank you for — um — saving my life.”

When Steve spoke, you turned to him. “Anybody would’ve done the same.”

“No they wouldn’t have,” you said, entire body angling towards him. You kept your hands in your lap, tediously explaining, “They would’ve ran for the hills, like you should’ve, but you didn’t. So thanks. I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it,” he griped, but you shook your head with a scoff, readjusting yourself to look straight forward. You went silent again. Not far from you, you can hear the engine of a car, smell the toxic carbon monoxide polluting the air.

Steve Harrington saved your life. King Steve Harrington saved your life.

Laughing to yourself, you eyed Steve carefully. “I never would’ve taken you for a hero, Harrington.”

“Guess you were wrong,” Steve chuckled. His eyes shone particularly bright in the moonlight.

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking to your lap, “maybe about a lot of things too.”

You hadn’t known why you said that. Steve’s lips parted at your words, a dumbfounded look forming on his face.

“Y/N!”

Immediately, your head whipped to the noise. Your eyes widened with recognition to the voice. “Dustin!” you shouted, voice echoing off the trees in question.

A car pulled up, and in the back windows you could see three smiling faces in the window.

Smiling. They’re okay, you told yourself. And free to yell.

“You boys are so lucky.” The words came out forced, a quiver in your voice at the pure relief you feel, rushing to the boys off the porch and watching the three of them exit the car safely. “You could’ve gotten yourselves killed,” you snapped. “Why didn’t you told me?”

Only after you spoke did you notice their red rimmed eyes.

Your lips twitched into a frown. Swallowing back your own tears, you pulled Dustin, Lucas, and Mike into a hug. “I’m so glad you all are okay.”

Vaguely, blue and red flashing lights pull up onto the driveway of the Byers’ house. Police step out their car with questioning looks. It’s not long before one offers to take you and your brother home.

Glancing behind you, Steve Harrington’s eyes found yours swiftly, as if they had been trained to you this entire time. Hesitantly, you raised your hand, not very high, but just visibly for him to see. You gave Steve a small wave.

He smiled at you, and you were sure that it hurt.

been meaning to write a steve fic for a while. he’s so boyfriend and i’m a huge hopelessly pining/enemies to lovers girly

not my best, probably will rewrite in the future

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Summary: Y/N is Eddie Munson's twin sister, no one from the gang has met her since she's been in college. One day Robin meets her only to find out so has Steve...and both of them fell in love....fuck.

Robin came into work with a skip in her step. She just met the most beautiful woman she ever met...well she just saw the most beautiful woman she's ever saw, before she could work up the courage to talk to her she was already gone. Clocking in she sighs dreamingly thinking of those brown eyes and curls. She needs to find out your name.

Steve watched his friend walk into work like she was walking on a cloud, "What got you all smiling and giddy?" he asks with a smirk, complete prepared to tease her on her newest crush. Steve has seen this look before, he has had this look before. Hell the day before he came into work with that look! He knew it had to be a girl.

Robin blushed and decided that there was no point in trying to hide this from Steve. "There's a girl...but god Steve! She was beautiful, a fucking goddess I'm telling you! You should've seen her, the curls, the eyes...Oh my god those eyes! They were a beautiful deep brown" Robin continued to ramble, making Steve's smirk drop. "Wait wait wait was she wearing like a leather jacket? A-A pair of like really beat up red converse?" Steve asked timidly, scared to finding the answers out. Robin shakes her head "I think she was, I mean I wasn't exactly looking at her feet Steve" she says rolling her eyes. "She was far too beautiful to look anywhere else" She shrugs before focusing her attention more on Steve's features before her own smile drop.

"No....no you're not telling me that was Y/N..." Steve nods pitifully.

"Fuck." They both mumble after a few minutes of silently staring at one another. Before either could say anything else the bell chimes signalling a customer. They both turn to greet whoever just walked in and as they do they freeze again seeing Y/N and Eddie Munson walking in and going to the horror section.

"Fuck!" They both say once again.

[hendersister]

need you tonight

summary: steve sneaks over late at night to see you.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: need you tonight by inxs

a/n: this is super short & sweet ❤️

It’s late at night. You’re home in your room, getting ready for bed, when-

TAP, TAP, TAP

You turn and see your boyfriend Steve standing right outside your window. Your eyes widen in excitement. Steve smiles when you notice him. 

You go over to the window and open it. Steve climbs inside and looks around.

“So this is your bedroom, huh?”

This is the first time a boy other than your little brother has been in your room.

“Steve! What are you doing here?!” you ask. 

“I needed to see you. I missed you,” Steve says softly as he wraps his arms around you.

Your heart melts. You pull him closer to you and give him a kiss.

“I missed you too.”

After a little moment, you and Steve pull away from each other. He sits down on your bed.

“So, uh, I didn’t see your mom’s car in the driveway…” your boyfriend comments.

“Yeah. She’s working the overnight shift,” you tell him.

Steve nods.

“And what about Dustin? Is he here?” Steve asks.

You shake your head.

“He’s sleeping over Mike’s tonight.”

Steve’s face perks up.

“Oh yeah?” he smirks, looking you up and down.

You inhale deeply, checking out your boyfriend. Damn, he’s so hot! You bite the bottom of your lip and slowly nod.

“Yeah. I have the place all to myself tonight,” you coyly reply.

Steve stands to his feet. He sighs, shaking his head while he approaches you.

“I don’t know, Y/N. I can’t have you spending the night here all alone…”

Steve wraps his arms around your waist. He pulls you closer to him. You raise your eyebrow. 

“Hmm really? Then what are you gonna do about it?” you ask suggestively. 

“I think I need to spend the night here and make sure you don’t get lonely,” your boyfriend tells you.

You nod and wrap your arms around Steve’s shoulders.

“I like that plan,” you smile.

[kaylawritesfics]

anything on being nancy wheeler's sister and dating either steve or billy ?

Being a Wheeler and Dating Billy Hargrove

headcanons

summary: dating billy while being a wheeler kid

pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader (wheeler!reader)

WARNINGS: swearing, very brief mentions of sex, mentions of abuse

note: i wanted to do one of these for billy because i haven’t written anything for him yet so :)

You met Billy right after he moved to Hawkins. Obviously, he radiated bad vibes at first. He was rude, arrogant, and not someone you had any desire to spend any amount of time with.

Then, the two of you were partnered up for an English project, which meant spending a lot of time with Billy Hargrove.

Initially, you thought it would be up to you to do the entire project. Billy didn’t exactly seem like the kind of person who would contribute to partner work at all.

However, Billy was totally infatuated with you. He thought you were the prettiest girl in Hawkins, so he did what he does best. He tried to flirt with you. Obviously, his reputation preceded him, causing you to vehemently turn him down every time.

The last thing you were gonna do was become one of Billy Hargrove’s groupies. You were not the kind of girl who was just going to fall to his feet and beg him to take you in the backseat of his camaro. This only egged him on.

He loved the fact that you weren’t gonna give into him so easily. If he really wanted you, he had to work for it. You fully expected him to get bored and move onto another girl in a weeks time.

But he didn’t. Instead, he spent most of his free time at your house, working on a stupid poster board over the symbols in Romeo and Juliet, instead of partying or hooking up with other girls.

His behavior seemed to do a complete 180. He was no longer out drinking every night, instead he was doing homework and going to bed at a reasonable hour??

Your parents loved him, especially your mother. She would often come up to your room while the two of you were working, bringing snacks or art supplies for your poster board. Billy would occasionally shoot her a flirty smile or make some kind of weird comment, which earned him a glare and a “Don’t flirt with my mom!”

Over time, you grew pretty fond of Billy. You were even sad that the deadline for your project was coming up so soon. The two of you had finished it a week before, but Billy kept coming over with the excuse of “What if we need to fix something?”

He was weirdly sweet and polite. He made you laugh and teased you over your taste in music.

Billy likes to look through your things. Not in a weird or creepy kind of way, but more in a getting-to-know-you kind of way. He tries to be respectful, avoiding your underwear drawer and anything that could be deemed too personal for his eyes, no matter how badly he wants to take a peek.

Your sister, Nancy, didn’t trust him at all. She knew his typical behavior and immediately decided that his fake niceties were just a sick ploy to get into your pants.

Nancy’s words made you question your semi-friendship with Billy. You couldn’t help but wonder how much of it was true.

Your little brother, Mike, couldn’t stand the thought of you being around Billy. Mike had firsthand accounts of how vile he was, being friends with Billy’s stepsister, Max.

Mike often tried to talk you out of seeing Billy, but to no avail.

When the two of you presented your project, you made an A, which is the best grade Billy had received in a long time. He’s actually genuinely proud and grateful.

You continue inviting him around. He comes to plenty of family dinners, which can sometimes make for an awkward experience given the fact that both your siblings detest him.

He asks you out soon after and you accept, letting Nancy and Mike’s concerns fall to the back of your mind. You had no reason not to trust Billy’s intentions.

He remained super respectful on your first date, taking you to a small diner in town. He has you home by curfew, much to your parents appreciation.

While he still manages to uphold his reputation at school, he doesn’t focus on any other girls. He remains loyal to you, showing you off in the halls as often as he can.

He walks you to and from class, holding your hand and carrying your books for you if you need.

He recognizes that he has a good thing going for him and he refuses to let his assholery ruin it for him.

Your relationship is definitely the talk of the school. Billy Hargrove and Y/N Wheeler? There’s more gossip going around than there was when Steve and Nancy first got together.

He picks you up every morning and takes you home every afternoon. You form a pretty good relationship with Max because of this.

Billy would protect you with his life. If anybody said anything bad about you, they would have to face his wrath. He gets in multiple fights for you.

After a couple months, Billy is forced to come to you after a bad fight with his dad. He pecks on your window, effectively scaring the shit out of you. You gasp when you see the state he’s in, thinking he got into another fight with a boy at school. However, your confusion grows as you notice the tears pooling in his eyes as he climbs through the window and immediately pulls you into him.

He breaks down, telling you everything he’d been holding back for so long. He tells you about his mother, about his dad’s abuse, and everything else. You clean his wounds and hold him in your bed until the sun rises and he’s forced to head back home.

Cleaning his cuts and holding him until sunrise becomes a regular occurrence after this.

After a while, Nancy comes around to the idea of your relationship. She sees how different Billy is around you and she can see how happy you are. All she wants is for you to be happy, so she eventually gives you her approval.

Mike, however, never comes around. He hates Billy and nothing can change that. It doesn’t really bother you, though.

Billy loves seeing you in his clothes, especially his jacket. Sometimes he “accidentally” leaves it in your room just so you’ll wear it the next day.

He likes sitting with you while you read or do homework. He appreciates the fact that the two of you don’t even have to talk to have a good time. He likes just being near you.

He just loves seeing you and spending time with you.

[alyswritings]

Comfort

Request: hello lovely hope your doing well! just wondering, if no trouble could i at request a steve harrington x sister!reader one where shes had been feeling upset and all she wants is her brother to cuddle up to if its not trouble?

Steve Harrington x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N just wants her big brother.

Warnings: none really

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!!

(gif not mine)

Y/N is sitting on the couch, watching the random show on TV that she couldn't care less about. She's currently home alone, Steve still at work and her parents out at a work party.

The teenage girl plays with the end of her hair, twirling it around her finger, sighing heavily hating the lonely feeling she currently has and has had for the past two weeks.

Y/N hears the front door open and soon Steve walks into the living room.

"Hey. Where are mom and dad?" He asks.

"Work party." Y/N informs.

"Right." Steve nods, now remembering their plans for the night. "What have you been doing?"

"Sitting on the couch." Y/N says, a bored smile on her face.

"Don't you have homework?" Steve asks.

"Did you do homework every night when you were my age?" Y/N counters.

"Okay, fine. Fair enough." Steve says. "I'm gonna go shower."

"You wanna watch a movie after?" Y/N asks, trying to contain some of the hope in her voice.

"Uh... I would, Y/N/N, but I'm, like, super tired." Steve says.

"Oh. Right." Y/N nods, shoulders slacking in disappointment.

"You okay?" Steve asks, noticing the defeated look.

"Mm-hmm. Fine." Y/N nods, forcing a smile. "Go take your shower. I'll see you in the morning." She says, turning back to the TV.

"Right. See you in the morning." Steve says. He hesitates, wanting to ask her more questions, but he goes upstairs.

After his shower, Steve lays in his bed, attempting to sleep since he's tired from the long day at work. But he can't get Y/N's defeated look after he turned down the idea of a movie. She had hopeful eyes when she asked him, but they quickly lost the little bit of sparkle after he told her no.

Steve sighs and gets up, going downstairs. He walks into the living room, finding Y/N in the exact same position he left her.

"What's up with you?" Steve asks, getting the younger girl's attention.

"What? Nothing." Y/N answers.

"Oh, come on. You're all grumpy looking and shit." Steve notes.

"I am not." Y/N protests, despite knowing she is.

"Mm-hmm. Sure. Okay. Seriously, what's up?" Steve asks.

"I'm fine." Y/N promises.

"Y/N." Steve gives her a warning look.

"Are you... are you sure you don't wanna watch a movie? It's not like you have to stay awake for the whole thing." Y/N says.

Steve finally notices the sad look in her eyes.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Steve quietly says. He sits down next to her, pulling the extra blanket over his lap, Y/N already having one.

Y/N doesn't give him time to react before she's cuddling into his side, arm wrapped around his middle, nestled comfortably under his arm. Steve wraps his arm around her, putting his hand on her head and messing with her hair. He puts his other hand on her arm and rubs it.

"What's up?" Steve questions, resting his chin on top of her head.

"I don't know. I just... I don't feel all that great lately." Y/N says.

"Like... like sick not that great or...?" Steve trails off in question.

"No. No, like, um... mental not great." Y/N says.

"Well, did something cause it or did it just come out of nowhere?" Steve asks.

"Kind of out of nowhere, I guess. The past couple weeks. I don't know. It's just... my friends aren't that great and mom and dad are... well, they're mom and dad. You're always at work or with Robin. It's just lonely." Y/N says.

"Well, what about the party?" Steve asks.

"It's kind of depressing since El and Will moved." Y/N says. "I don't know. It's just not the same."

"Sorry." Steve mumbles.

"Not like it's your fault." Y/N says.

"I know. But it sucks." Steve says.

"Yeah." Y/N quietly agrees.

"Well, I'll start spending more time with you. And you and Robin get along, I'm sure she wouldn't mind. You guys both love teaming up with each other to roast me constantly." Steve says making Y/N quietly giggle.

"You're just such an easy target." Y/N jokes.

"I will put you in a chokehold." Steve threatens.

"I'll mess your hair up." Y/N shoots back.

"You touch my hair you're dead." Steve declares.

"You know, you used to let me braid it." Y/N says.

"Yeah, when you were like nine." Steve scoffs. "You're not as cute anymore so you get away with less."

"Rude." Y/N mutters.

"Life's tough, get a helmet." Steve remarks. Y/N gives him a bitch face, Steve innocently grinning. "Well, hey, least I got you to somewhat cheer up."

"Oh, was that your entire plan?" Y/N asks. "Offer to spend time with me then threaten me?"

"Yep." Steve nods.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, just watching the movie.

"Can I braid your hair?" Y/N asks, looking up at him. Steve slightly grimaces. "Oh, come on. It's not like you're seeing anybody tonight. You can fix it in the morning."

"Not happening." Steve denies.

"It would cheer me up." Y/N says. She gives him puppy dog eyes, knowing it usually gets him to crack. Steve looks at her, immediately looking away when he notices her puppy eyes.

"Fine." Steve relents after a few moments. Y/N grins and claps. She pulls out of his hold and sits on her knees, taking a small section of his hair to put in a small braid.

"But we're taking all of these out before we go to sleep." Steve orders.

"Yeah, of course." Y/N mumbles, not paying full attention to his words.

Y/N puts a bunch of small braids in Steve's hair, the young man paying attention to the movie on the TV, trying to ignore the urge to go fix his hair.

Soon enough, Y/N finishes, proudly grinning at her work.

"There. Like a pretty little princess." She says.

"Never call me a princess again." Steve demands.

"You're the one obsessed with your hair. Princesses are obsessed with their hair. Sometimes, anyway." Y/N says.

"Whatever. Just don't." Steve says.

"Fine. Be boring." Y/N mumbles.

"Do you feel better?" Steve asks.

"Kind of. But I do wanna stay with you for the rest of the night at least." Y/N says.

"Okay." Steve nods. He pulls her back into his side, letting her cuddle up with him, the two watching the movie.

Before the movie ends, Y/N is fast asleep, a hand lightly clutching onto Steve's shirt and he's putting tiny braids in her hair.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @peyton-14

[chelseeebe]

and i never (saw you coming)

summary: coming back from college for the summer, you never would have expected to meet someone in your tiny town. and you most definitely would not have expected that someone to be steve fucking harrington.

a.n: so this is a henderson!readerxsteve BUT there are absolutely zero descriptors and no mention of being blood relatives or anything so please take the sibling relationship however you would like!! this is also a part one to a lil two part thing. set in s4 but i've changed it to be summer break rather than spring and i am finally writing canon material wherein the UD exists (part two) shout out to miss swift for the title xx

wc: 6k+

no smut but there may be in part two and as a baseline, i am an 18+ blog so please respect that. mentions of weed, drinking and sex. no use of y/n!

‎♡‧₊˚

Steve doesn’t usually make the effort to get out of his car to collect Dustin. But he had honked his damn horn five times now and was getting frankly sick of waiting for the petulant boy. 

He races up the gravel path, cursing under his breath about not being a fucking taxi and how he shouldn’t take him for granted. Steve’s sure there’s smoke coming out of his ears as he pounds on the door, prepared to give the boy an earful. 

His mouth is open when the door creaks open, “Dustin I have told you-,” it’s only then that he realises that Dustin isn’t the one behind the door. It’s you. 

“Excuse me?” you start, frowning at this apparent grown man who seemed to have a problem with your younger brother. As much as he got on your last nerve, you’d defend him to the moon and back. 

“You’re not- um, is Dustin home?” he asks sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck in utter shame. Dustin had mentioned you a few times and he was sure he remembered you from school but never really took much notice. 

“Why?” you ask pointedly, scowling at the man. He was from school, you knew that much. One of the basketball players that absolutely would have sniggered about you in the halls. 

“I’m giving him a ride to uh- to the movies,” he nods, realising that he sounded like an utter weirdo. 

“Aren’t you a little old to be hanging out with my brother?” 

Steve hesitates because yes, he probably was too old to admit that your little brother was his friend. Let alone the fact he considered him a best friend. 

“Uh.. I could see why you think that but mentally I’m probably more his age than mine,” smiling at you, genuinely not seeing an issue with his statement. 

Your eyes narrow, brows knitted together. You knew he wasn’t some dodgy old pervert but he had absolutely not helped his case there. “Right.. well, no. He’s not back yet so…” 

“Oh, well I’ll just.. wait in my car,” he nods, slowly turning to jump back into his car. Eager to not make himself look any stupider in front of you. 

You sigh, “you can wait inside,” opening the door wider for him, you wouldn’t hear the end of it from Dustin if you made his dear friend wait outside. 

He tiptoes into the house, eyeing the quirky decorations your mom had covered the house in. It was clear now why Dustin was so.. eccentric. He’s like a stray dog, hovering around the couch, too scared to sit down. 

You resume your spot, attempting to pay attention to whatever movie is on the TV but struggling knowing he’s still just standing awkwardly above you. 

“You can sit down, you know?” you bark, not bothering to look at him. 

He does almost immediately, running his sweaty palms along his knees. God, why was this making him so flustered? 

“You’re Dustin’s sister then?” the words falling out of his mouth without much thought. He wants to fall into the floor. Obviously you were his sister. Fuck. 

“Yup.” 

“Cool.. I haven’t really seen you before.. I’m uh-,” sticking his hand out for you to shake, “Steve.. Steve Harrington,” smiling as you glance at his outstretched hand, hesitantly shaking it. 

The mention of his name makes everything click into place. This is the infamous Steve that Dustin didn’t shut up about. You were in the same grade at school and had shared a few classes but had never really spoken. That might’ve been something to do with him being a gigantic prick the entire five years you were in school. 

“Oh,” you nod, trying to mask your apprehensions, “I remember you,” hoping that didn’t give too much of your distaste away. 

“Yeah.. I’m not like.. that anymore,” picking up on your obvious distrust. It’s not surprising that so many people still hold reservations about him, even he could admit that he wasn’t exactly a saint. 

You hum in response. You can mostly believe him because there was no way in hell Dustin would’ve ever become friends with someone like King Steve. In fact, knowing your little brother, he probably would’ve detested the kind of boy he was in school. 

“So.. you go to college?” he asks, trying desperately to change the subject. 

“Yeah.. uh, Chicago, I didn’t wanna go too far yanno?” not that you really could’ve. College was a last minute, fuck it kind of decision and you hadn’t really even planned on staying past the first week. But you had, and had even found yourself liking it. 

“That’s cool.. what do ya’ do? If you don’t mind me asking,” shifting in his seat, eyes dead set on you. 

“Language studies, it’s not cool or exciting at all but I enjoy it,” shrugging as you pick at the loose thread on your shorts, avoiding any direct eye contact. 

Despite Steve Harrington being a changed man, he still made you incredibly nervous and you felt like suddenly you were back in high school. He just had this aura to him and the way he carries himself, even now, was just intimidating. 

“No, that is cool? I wish I was smart enough for college,” chuckling nervously, “I bet it’s crazy out there.” 

Your definition of a crazy night meant smoking with Julia, your roommate, and eating a stupid amount of shit food. His definition of crazy definitely included some frat party and hooking up with some stranger in a crowded house. 

“Hah.. not really, I think maybe we have different definitions of crazy.” 

“Well, what’s your idea of crazy then?” 

You look around on the off chance Dustin and your mom had somehow snuck into the house completely silently, “getting high and eating a bunch of junk food.. not exactly the kinda shit you imagined.” 

“How d’you know what I imagined? Maybe I think that’s a crazy night too,” laughing at your assumptions, evidently he was still hanging onto that King Steve persona. 

“Nah.. you’re thinking of getting black out drunk at some party and then having sex with some girl you’ll never speak to again,” raising your brows, smug that you’d sussed him out completely. 

“Is that what you think of me?” jokingly placing his hand over his heart, shaking his head, “I don’t even like parties that much anymore and actually I think you’re right, that would be a crazy night,” smiling to himself. 

Because to him that did sound like a great night, and he’d kill to be able to do that with Robin and if it wasn’t for the fact that she got so intensely paranoid that one time they’d smoked together, they’d probably do it more often. 

“Oh, well.. you’ve surprised me,” giving him a small smile. You still had your reservations about him, but if he was good enough for Dustin, you were sure you could come to perhaps tolerate him. 

“Yeah, I do a lotta that nowadays.” 

“Well are you surp-,” you’re cut off by Dustin barging through the front door, nearly taking the damn thing off its hinges. 

“Steve? We’re gonna be late! C’mon!” he yells into the living room as if he wasn’t the one who had shown up fifteen minutes late. He’s huffing and puffing with his hands on his hips, clearly something inherited from your mother. 

“Woah dude, chill out,” he looks at his watch and jumps up out of his seat, “okay shit- sorry uh, oops let’s go,” rushing over to Dustin. He turns at the last second, waving at you over his shoulder, “it was nice to meet you,” a genuine grin on his face. 

“You too,” you call back, watching as your brother drags him out of the house. Muffled voices arguing over what time the movie started and how dare Steve enter his house without him present. 

Dustin’s still going on in the car after much push back from Steve that actually he was early and Dustin was the one who was late. 

“Your sister’s pretty cool,” Steve blurts out, driving along the bumpy road. He wants to rescind his sentence almost immediately after Dustin glares at him from the passenger’s seat. 

“Absolutely not. No, Steve. No.” 

“What?” flabbergasted that Dustin had so brazenly assumed he had some ulterior motive. He hadn’t even said anything. Not yet anyway. 

“Just no. I know you and I know what you’re thinking and I’m putting a stop to it now,” Dustin cringes, mentally perturbed by the thought of you and Steve even speaking. 

“Wha- dude, I was just saying.. you barely speak about her.. that’s all,” tapping on the leather steering wheel, playing it off rather smoothly, he thinks. 

“I know my sister’s cool.. way too cool for you, okay? So you should forget about it because it will never ever happen.” 

“I wasn’t even gonna.. you’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?” 

-

Steve’s sat in the booth, opposite what must be the worst date of his life. Dear God, Tammy Thompson was hot but holy shit was she annoying. Her voice agitating his ear drums with every word, irritating and nasally as she rambled on about her singing ‘career’. It wasn’t much of a career, Steve thought. Singing the national anthem in your high school gym was hardly a career. He thought it was quite sad actually. 

He nods along to her bullshit, maybe she would sound better when he got her into the back of his beemer. Well, he was hoping anyway. 

“You guys finished?” the familiar voice rings out across the table, his eyes darting from Tammy to find you standing at the end of the table with a fake grin plastered on your face. 

“I didn’t know you worked here,” he sounds confused, attention fully shifted from the blonde in front of him to you. Surely Dustin could’ve had the courtesy to let him know that you worked at his favourite date spot. 

“Uh.. yup, so you’re done?” still in customer service mode, trying desperately to ignore the awkwardness. 

“Oh, yeah.. thank you,” he smiles, pushing the empty plates toward you “how long have you worked here.. I’ve never seen you,” positively baffled but happy nonetheless. 

You shrug, “like sophomore year,” confused why he seemed to care so much, “I’m just doing part time over the summer..” stacking the plates as quickly as possible, wanting nothing more than to get far away from the awkward date you had stumbled upon. 

“That’s cool, I mean, I’m here a lot so..” 

Both you and Tammy flash him a look, granted hers was far more annoyed than yours. You mutter a small nice before scurrying off to the kitchen, relieved to be far from the impending disaster that was waiting to implode. 

-

Something’s not right. 

Even with Tammy practically climbing over the centre console to get to him, fully willing and eager.. he’s just not feeling it. Something or someone rather stuck in his head. They had been since last week and no matter how much he’d tried to shake it.. nadda. 

He pulls away from Tammy, sighing pathetically, “I’m sorry.. d’you mind if I just take you home? I don’t feel great..” he hopes it’s at least half-convincing. 

“Are you fucking serious Steve?” Tammy whines, staring across the car in utter disbelief.  

He offers an apologetic smile, shuffling in his seat to get away from her, “yeah.. must be something I ate.. sorry,” grimacing at this incredibly awkward moment. He couldn’t exactly tell her the truth, could he? 

“Whatever,” crossing her arms over her chest, frowning as she re-buckles her seatbelt, starting straight ahead. 

He starts the car with a sigh. She was a nice enough girl, but she just wasn’t.. well, she just wasn’t Dustin Henderson’s mysterious older sister who just hadn’t let this mind since you’d met last week. That was the problem. 

She doesn’t say a word as she gets out of the car, making sure to slam the door in his face when he leans over to say goodnight. He’s sure she’ll tell all her bitchpack friends who’ll vow to ignore him until he smiles at them over the Family Video counter and they’ll forget all about it. 

Why couldn’t that just work on you? 

-

You don’t see Steve for another week. Dustin normally runs out of the house the second he hears Steve’s car in the driveway meaning you don’t cross paths.

But now he’s sat in the exact same booth as last week, this time alone with a half empty cup of coffee in front of him. 

Your legs sort of work on their own, carrying your body over to the booth. It’s only when you’re stood at the end of the table do you realise you have no idea what you should even say to him. 

“Who’s the unlucky lady this week?” your mouth blurts out without second thought, startling him from staring out the window. His lips curling into a smile the second he realises it’s you. 

“No lady this week, flying solo,” internally dying from his choice of words. Yeah, that totally made him look cool. 

“Oh,” pulling the dirtied plate across the table, “Tammy Thompson didn’t work out then?” Why are you even asking? You shouldn’t care about who he dates. 

“Nah.. we didn’t really..” he mashes his hands together, “vibe,” smiling up at you from the seat. He obviously wasn’t heartbroken over it. 

“Well if it’s any consolation, I always thought she was a massive bitch,” and she was. One of those girls that prowled the halls waiting for somebody to humiliate. Bare in mind, Steve was too, he just picked on the weird boys rather than the girls. 

Steve chuckles, “yeah, she was.. or is.. I don’t know,” he’s sure that in her opinion, he was the bitch that didn’t want to hook up with her because his ‘stomach hurt’, and really that was a fair enough assertion. 

You give him a quick smile before picking up the plate, beginning to walk away when his voice calls out from behind, “what time do you get off?” 

“Nine.. why?” apprehensive as you answer. Spinning on your heel to face him. 

“I can give you a ride home? I mean, if you want?” 

You pause just before you reach the counter. It seriously would beat walking home in the summer heat. Dustin would certainly have a few choice words when you showed up at home in Steve’s BMW, but who cares? 

“Okay, yeah that’d be great.. thanks,” giving him a tight lipped smile, “you gonna sit there for the whole four hours?” 

“I- wh.. no,” laughing awkwardly because he hadn’t exactly planned what he was going to do until nine but he had assumed it’d be fine if just hung out here. “I’ve gotta go uh.. pick Robin up from work,” lie. He and Robin had worked the morning shift and she was off at some family dinner she had complained about all week. 

“Robin Buckley?” you ask, slightly confused as to how the two of them even knew each other. 

“You know her?” he perks up. 

“Eh.. kinda, we were in band together.. how do you know her?”

He’d love to tell you that they had become inseparable after nearly dying in a Russian basement with your little brother last summer. But he doesn’t. Because you, like the majority of Hawkin’s residents, were still blissfully unaware of the weird underworld that lived beneath your town. 

“We worked together last summer and now we’re best friends I guess,” it sounded far too simple as he said it out loud. 

He was an asshole in school and was well aware of that fact, someone like him would never have become friends with someone like Robin if it weren’t for the Upside Down. But he was grateful nonetheless, and telling you the shortened story was much easier than opening the can of worms that was the Upside Down. 

“Oh..” you nod slowly, “you really have changed, huh?” thinking back to Dustin’s constant appraisal of the new Steve and how you didn’t really believe any of it. 

“Yeah.. I don’t..” he clears his throat, “I don’t know if I was an asshole to you in school but if I was then.. I’m sorry,” looking sheepish as his head hangs low. In all honesty, he couldn’t really remember you ever being at Hawkins High but felt an apology was due either way. 

You nod, accepting the apology though the worst he’d ever done to you was the time he sat there and cackled as Carol Perkins knocked the pile of books out of your arm. 

“You want another cup of coffee or d’you have to go?” still clutching onto his dirty plate. 

He checks his watch, not that the time actually mattered as he’d leave here and probably end up driving around until it was socially acceptable to come back in. “I could do one more.. thank you,” grinning softly. 

You slip into the kitchen, questioning the warm, fuzzy feeling that had settled in your chest. Convincing yourself that it was only because he was being nice to you. Nothing more. 

-

Steve strolls in again at 8:40 after driving around the entire town, ending up parking in town and just watching the tiny clock in his dash until it turned 8:30 and he could slowly make his way back to the diner. 

It’s empty, has been pretty much all night bar the few regulars that seemed to spend their lives here. You’re sat behind the counter flicking through the Hawkins Post someone had left behind, reading about the upcoming bake sale. Riveting stuff, really. 

“You’re early,” you point out, looking at the clock that had moved incredibly slow all day. 

“I had nothing else to do so thought I’d try and squeeze one more cup of coffee from you,” he grins cheekily, testing the boundaries of this incredibly new.. friendship?

You roll your eyes, motioning over to the pot, “help yourself,” sending one of the clean coffee mugs over the counter so he could do your job for you. 

The clock slowly ticks over to nine and you do one last check around the place to make sure you’d done everything needed. Javie, the cook, had gone home already, thankfully cleaning the kitchen before disappearing. Begging you not to tell Kevin he’d slipped off early with a promise of whatever you wanted to eat on your next shift. 

You turn the key in the door as Steve stands behind with his hands shoved in his pockets, “are you normally the only one in there at this time?” walking beside you to his car. 

“No, Javie normally finishes when I do but he had a date or some shit so he left early,” shaking your head. It would’ve been useless to make him stay anyway. 

Steve jumps in front of you, grabbing the handle before you got the chance, pulling the door open, “Oh.. good, yeah that’s good,” closing the door and clambering into his own side. He wants to believe that he’s not sure why the mention of Javie’s name made him feel so funny.  

“You sound disappointed.. were you planning on robbing me?” chuckling to yourself. 

“No! No.. what? It just seems unsafe for you to be there on your own so late..” 

“It’s nine pm Steve.” 

“Yeah I know but.. there are a lotta weirdos in Hawkins yanno?” starting the car as quick as possible, not wanting to stick his foot in his mouth any further. 

You smile, it was very kind of him to look out for you after all. “Yeah.. I’m in the car with one right now,” glancing at him with a shit eating grin. 

“Oh ha ha.. you’re so funny,” rolling his eyes in jest though his lips twitch into a small smile. 

“I know that actually,” turning to watch the trees as they disappear behind you. The air is perfect, reminiscent of the summers you had here as a child. 

Steve takes the opportunity to look over at you admiring the night sky. Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, this was going to be the death of him. 

Well, you were. 

-

Steve’s itching to just ask him, get it out while he’s driving so Dustin can’t run away. 

“So.. I have a question for you,” testing the waters before fully committing. 

“Uhh.. what could you possibly have to ask me?” Dustin asks, curious. 

“Well.. I need you to ask your sister if she’d maybe wanna come to the movies with me,” he holds up his hand to preemptively stop Dustin’s inevitable reaction, “I accidentally bought two tickets and I don’t wanna let it go to waste, so don’t start.” 

“Steve, I already told you that that is not happening.” 

“It’s not a date Dustin,” Steve hisses, “you said she liked horror movies so.. I thought she might wanna come.. that’s all.” 

Dustin looks incredulous, “since when do you like horror movies?” 

“Uh.. since forever?” lying through his teeth. Steve hated horror. Would point blank refuse to watch anything even remotely scary when Robin suggested it. 

“You’re a bad liar,” Dustin frowns, he’d had many of his own movie suggestions shot down by Steve for being inappropriate and too scary. 

He rounds the corner, pulling up onto your drive. He was running out of time to convince Dustin to do this for him. And see, he’d do it himself but that would mean he’d undoubtedly end up a bumbling idiot in front of you and that was not what he was aiming for. 

“Can you- will you please just ask her?” he begs, pleads even. 

“Fine,” Dustin rolls his eyes, sliding out of the car. His feet dragging along the pavement as he walks into your house, not bothering to give his usual wave to an idling Steve. 

He slinks up the stairs, banging on your bedroom door. Get it out of the way and then he could mourn the loss of both his sister and his best friend as quickly as possible. 

“Yeah come in,” you call from the other side, closing the notebook. 

“Steve asked me to ask you if you wanted to go and see some movie with him, he also wants me to tell you that he accidentally bought two tickets instead of one but I think you and I are both smart enough to know that isn’t true,” your brother rolls his eyes, perched in your doorway. 

You smile to yourself, rolling your eyes. It was childish but admittedly endearing, “tell him to ask me himself and I’ll think about it.” 

Dustin nods, frowning as he walks over to your bedroom window, leaning out of it to holler at Steve who was still sat in his car awaiting your answer, “she told me to tell you to ask her yourself,” sticking his middle finger up at him before storming off into his own room. 

You watch him leave, open mouthed before going to the window to find Steve looking up to your window. He points towards the door, shrugging. This really wasn’t how he’d have liked this to go. 

The door swings open and you blink at him, allowing him the opportunity to go first. This was his question after all. 

“D’you wanna come to the movies with me? I- Dustin mentioned that you like horror movies and I don’t wanna waste this ticket.. it’s cool if not,” Christ, he really needed to stop hanging around Robin so much. She had a knack for being completely defeatist before even receiving her answer and it was clearly starting to rub off on him. 

“Yes, I’ll go to the movies with you,” smiling softly at him. He really was light years away from the dickhead you once despised, now just some shy guy trying to ask someone out on not-date-date. 

“Okay,” he responds with far too much enthusiasm, “great.. Friday! I mean- I’ll pick you up on Friday.. eight o’clock,” cheesing as he walks back to his car. Throwing up a thumbs up before realising how stupid he looked and rushing to get into his car. Heart fluttering out of his chest. 

-

You’re shitting it. 

It wasn’t a date. No really, it wasn’t. 

But you couldn’t help the nerves bubbling up in your stomach as you wait for him to pick you up. 

“I think this is disgusting by the way,” Dustin pipes up, scowling as he paces the hallway. Desperately trying to conjure up a plan to stop you from going. He couldn’t think of anything worse than his sister and his best friend dating. He shudders at the mere thought of it. 

“Well it’s a good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion,” rolling your eyes, peering out of the window to see if his car had pulled up yet.  

“Why can’t you date any of the other losers in this town? Or someone at college? Why does it have to be Steve?” his shoulders slump, frown evident as he skulks into the living room. 

“Oh my God Dustin, stop it. Yanno, the more you complain about it, the more I’m going to make sure it happens,” letting go of the blind and giving him a smug smirk. For his sake, it probably would just be a movie. 

You weren’t exactly Steve’s usual type so you were certain that the second someone from school spotted you together he’d probably get embarrassed and drop this little crush. But hey, you could entertain the idea for the summer and perhaps you also had a tiny, smidgen of a crush on him too.

The doorbell rings out and Dustin lets out a ghastly wail, rushing to answer the door before you could. “You never come to the door for me!” he pouts, glaring at Steve who stood nervously on the front porch. 

“Because I don’t like you,” Steve jokes, attention quickly pulled from your younger brother as you appear behind him. “You look.. nice,” smiling as Dustin’s eyes ping pong between the two of you. 

“Thank you.. so do you,” barging past Dustin who looks positively distraught, “don’t cry too hard,” you call out, walking down the path beside Steve. The door slams when you reach his car and you share a look with Steve, giggling as he opens the door for you. 

The second you sit, the nerves come spilling over. This was no longer just a silly thing you could tease Dustin about anymore, it was actually happening and you were here and he was here and you were about to go on a not-date-kinda-date. 

You’re both fairly quiet on the ride to the cinema, exchanging small talk about your days and the movie you were about to watch. It was fairly obvious that he’d bought these tickets specifically with you in mind, because Steve Harrington would not willingly watch Friday the 13th, especially not on his own. 

“So you accidentally got two tickets, huh?” eyeing him from across the car. 

His cheeks flush, bottom lip trembling as he attempts to come up with something to explain his bullshit story, “I- fuck, no.. I didn’t,” looking bashful as he pulls into the parking lot, “I didn’t actually think you’d say yes.” 

“Why?” 

Steve sighs as he turns off the ignition, “I don’t know.. you’re like cool and in college and I’m just some loser from high school,” shrugging half-heartedly, finally meeting your eyes. 

“You’re not a loser.. you were a loser but, I think you’re pretty cool now.” 

His eyes widen, his smile fighting to come out, “I think most people would say the opposite,” he certainly didn’t hold the same level of prestige he had in school anymore. In fact, he’d sorta lost it in senior year when he’d decided that people like Tommy H and Carol were not the type he wanted to associate with. 

And it wasn’t like he’d lost it all, girls still fawned over him and the basketball team would still get excited to see him but he had kinda just slipped into the background. Another guy who had peaked in high school that was destined to stay in this dead end town with a dead end job and a wife he’d grow to loathe. At least, that’s what he had always pictured. 

“Yeah well, I’m not most people,” climbing out of the car. Not once in your life had you ever thought you would be telling Steve Harrington that you thought he was cool. Much less getting out of his car to go see a movie together. 

You’re met with a genuine smile from over the roof of the car, he doesn’t need to speak for you to know that he appreciates your words. 

For a moment you forget where you are until his eyes linger a little too long and your heart begins to pound again. Pulling your own gaze away and mumbling something about missing the trailers. 

-

It’s unfortunate and a little sickening but you can hardly focus on the film and even though it’s dark, you can feel his eyes shift to your face every few minutes, distracting you from the movie. You don’t look back of course, keeping your eyes firmly glued to the screen. 

His hand shifts suspiciously close to your knee, stopping just before he makes contact. You’re trying your hardest not to overthink it.  He’s just.. moving his hand. That’s all. 

Fuck. 

You were fucked. 

Your hands are practically trembling as you sit there. Finally gaining enough courage to look back at him the next time his eyes wander. 

Steve’s not like you, see. He’s a little nervous of course but he’s had years of experience with girls, knows all the tricks in the book to get them falling for him. And when it really came down to it, he could unleash his moves to have you right where he wanted. His eyes don’t flicker back to the screen, they lower, gazing at your lips instead. He wants to do it. He does. Urging himself to just lunge forward and close the distance between you. 

But you’re not like that. You wouldn’t have even looked at him twice in high school, immediately and rightfully passing him off as the dickhead that he was. These tricks were futile on you. 

“Watch the movie,” you whisper despite not watching it yourself, blinking rapidly as you feel your cheeks heat up. Praying that the dark of the cinema would shroud your flushed face. 

His lips twitch before slowly pulling his eyes away, nodding to himself as an acknowledgement to be on his best behaviour. 

It takes every single fibre of your very being to get through the rest of the movie without looking at him again. 

“Well I actually enjoyed that,” he professes loudly, walking out of the theatre a few paces behind you. 

“Oh? I’m surprised you actually saw any of it,” walking to his car in the pitch black parking lot. 

“I wasn’t talking about the movie,” grinning as he lays on that signature charm. It’s shameless and you feel like a fool for even falling for it. 

“Shut up,” you mutter, pulling on the door handle as his car remains locked. He sidles up to the passenger side, one side of his mouth curled into a small smile. 

“How tired are you on a scale of one to ten?” mere inches from your face. 

“Hmm.. a five.” 

“Great, get in,” leaning closer to open the door for you, outstretched arm keeping you between his body and the car. You swallow harshly, slipping past him and into the car.

You’re not sure if you like this version of Steve, the one that had the confidence to make you a bumbling fool for him.  

“Where are we going?” you eventually pipe up, bewildered that you had just let this boy drive you to this mysterious location without any contest. 

“You’ll see.” 

The very second he turns onto the darkened road you groan, knowing exactly where he had taken you, his motivations becoming increasingly clear. 

“Fucking skull rock?” you exclaim. Everyone had heard the rumours in school, this was his spot and girls were to be extremely appreciative if he brought them here. You should’ve known really, he hadn’t changed a bit. 

“Well yes, but that’s not why we’re here.. I swear,” only now realising how scummy this looked but the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind until it had yours. 

Your arms wrap over your chest, jutting your bottom lip out, “then why are we here?” you sounded disgusted with him. How could you have been so stupid? 

“Because I-,” the car stops in the tiny lookout spot, “wait, get out of the car,” he instructs, hopping out of his side. 

You don’t move a muscle, refusing to fall for his tricks once again. So he walks around the car, opening up your door, “look, I wanna show you something,” his tone is desperate and it makes you ever so slightly believe him. 

There was no chance he was that eager to make out with you surely. 

Your nostrils flare as you get out of the car, immediately wrapping your arms back around yourself. “What? What could you possibly have to show me out here?” 

“Just look,” pointing towards the sky. It was littered with stars, bright and twinkling with the view of Hawkins in the distance. It was breathtakingly beautiful, a sight you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. 

He chuckles, “I come here sometimes.. just to think and stuff,” scuffing his shoes on the loose stones, “I thought you’d appreciate something like this,” hands shoved into his pockets, gazing at you as you gaze at the sky. 

“Wow.. you can see everything from here,” still marvelling in the absolute beauty, blissfully unaware that he was doing the same, just not at the same beauty you were seeing. 

“I thought you’d like it,” dragging his feet along to the bonnet of his car, leaning back against the maroon metal. “I’m a little offended that you just assumed that I was tryna get you here for any other reason though,” laughing softly, what more could he do to prove that he was no longer that meathead jock from school? 

You finally break your gaze, looking at him as you join him on the bonnet. Heart pounding as your elbow brushes against his as you shuffle further up the car. It’s so silly, you feel like a fool, trying your hardest to contain your flushing cheeks. 

“I’m sorry..” admitting that perhaps you were a little harsh, “but can you blame me? We’ve all heard the stories,” purposely knocking your elbow into his arm, wiggling your brows. Turning your attention back to the picturesque view in front of you. 

“Yeah yeah.. that was a long time ago, I told you, I’m not like that anymore..” it’s only a tiny lie. He still made out with girls in his car and took them to darkened corners of your tiny town. But see, the difference was that he was actually trying to date these girls, mindless sex was no longer his goal. 

“Yeah I can see that now..” your shoulders slump, relaxing as your guard comes down, “thank you, this is a really cool spot and I’m grateful you chose to share that with.. me,” smiling softly. 

“You’re like the second girl I’ve ever shown this to.. by the way.” 

“Second?” poking fun at him. 

“Robin came first, obviously,” choosing to ignore your little dig. 

You had wondered why he wasn’t just dating Robin, he was a changed man now and obviously the pair got on like a house on fire so why wouldn’t he have tried it with her? Maybe he had and she’d shut him down. She seemed cool enough in band, definitely not someone that would ever be interested in Steve, no matter how much he had changed. 

“Ahh.. obviously,” trying desperately not to sound jealous. 

“So you like it?” watching your face instead of the sky once again. 

When you pull your eyes away from the sky to look at him, you’re taken aback to find him already staring back. “I love it,” the way the moon illuminated his face left you breathless, struggling to contain your heart in your chest. 

“Good..” he smiles before descending into some ramble about the stars and how he had discovered it. 

You weren’t interested. Focused on one thing and one thing only. Deciding against your better judgement to just do it. It was utterly reckless and someday you might live to regret it but you’d regret it tomorrow if you didn’t. 

Pressing your lips to his, quietening his little tangent. It takes him a moment to register what was happening and you doubt yourself, wanting to pull away and run through the woods hoping to never see him again. But it finally clicks and he springs into action, masterful hand snaking its way through your hair, resting on the back of your head. Keeping you right there, pressed to him just like this forever. 

Your hand nervously finds his cheek, brushing over the slight stubble that adorned his jaw. There’s no urgency, no ulterior motives. Pure and simple, only a desperate need to stay like this forever. 

You pull away, lips still lingering over his. A small giggle erupts from your throat, crumbling under his stare. “Sorry..” you mutter, still trying to catch your breath, “you were saying something..” 

“Sorry?” he exclaims, keeping his hand intertwined in your hair, “don’t ever be sorry for doing that.. like ever,” the stars reflecting off of his chestnut eyes back into yours, his features intricately lit up by the sky. 

“Okay..” laughing slightly, “okay.. I’ll keep that in mind,” shying away from his eyes, dipping your head. 

There was not one part of you that would have ever guessed that you would be the one to make a move on him first. Or that he could ever be so sweet, so kind and thoughtful and you feel awful for ever just assuming the worst of him without even giving him a chance. 

You’re pulled out of your head when his head dips down to match yours, “can we do that again?” thumb tracing back and forth along your neck. You nod quickly, chest bubbling with excitement as his lips connect with yours once more. 

It must’ve been gone three by the time you sneak back into your house. Praying that Dustin is already asleep as you sneak back up the creaking stairs. 

It’s too late. You’ve been caught. 

“Come here,” he whispers harshly, peeking out of his bedroom door, his brows furrowed. 

You oblige, slipping into his room and shutting the door quietly, “you gonna give me a lecture?” 

“No,” he sits cross-legged on his bed, “I was going to ask if you had a good time,” willing to put his pride behind him for the sake of his dear sister's happiness. 

Your frown turns into a grin, joining him on his bed, “I did.. he’s really nice, Dusty,” moving the deconstructed lego set from his duvet so you could scoot closer. “If you really don’t like it.. I can tell him that we can just be friends,” smiling earnestly at your little brother, it would suck but after all, he was Steve’s friend first.  

He sighs, swallowing his disgust, “you don’t have to do that..” this is hard for him to even get out, “if you’re happy then.. I’m happy,” giving you his brotherly blessing. 

You beam at him, “but, I have some rules that you’re both gonna have to agree to,” setting his boundaries for your budding relationship. 

“Shut up,” you giggle, ruffling his mop of curls before collapsing back onto his bed. 

You’re happy. Genuinely happy and you’re not sure anything could happen to change that. 

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Is Your Plan Working ? - Steve Harrington

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Summary : Steve thinks he still can get a number from a random girl, you think he can't.

Warnings : sister!reader, reader is 14, set before season 3.

Word count : 706

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Prompt : "Was I supposed to be impressed ?" 4th prompt from this list made by @exhuastedpigeon

“Hey dumbass !” You shout, making Steve turn around.

“What do you want, Y/N ?”

“You make me an ice cream ?”

“You literally insulted me at my workplace and you want me to give you an ice cream ?” He questions, outraged.

You roll your eyes before putting your innocent face on and stating with a small voice :  

“I apologise, my sweet brother. May I have an ice cream, please ?”

“Alright, I’m gonna do your ice cream, but only because I don’t wanna see your face anymore.” Steve gives up, annoyed.

“Love you, too.”

While Steve makes your order, you observe him, wanting to distract him. He started working at Scoops Ahoy three weeks ago so it’s still kind of hard for him. For you, it’s the perfect occasion to have free ice creams and mock your brother. Unfortunately, Steve does his work without a mistake today.

When he’s done, you take your cup and sit at a table near the counter. Steve rolls his eyes as he sees you’re still not leaving. You take your time to eat because you want to annoy him as much as you can. You’re taking another spoon of your ice cream with a fake-angelic expression on your face.

“Tell me Steve, is your plan working ? Did you get any numbers ?”

“Yes. Totally. Without a doubt.” He exclaims, trying to play it cool.

“Huh, technically, you got none.” Robin corrects him as she arrives at the counter.

“That’s false, I got one !”

“Yeah, zero and half. She didn’t give you the good one.”

When you hear this information, you can’t help but burst out laughing, imagining the scene in your head.

“I wish I could have seen that. I can’t believe after all these years being nicknamed ‘King Steve’, you’re struggling that much. I love it.” You state as you take another bite of your ice cream.

“It’s always nice to feel supported.” Steve says ironically. “But we’ll see who’s gonna be laughing in the end when I’ll have a girlfriend before the end of the holidays while you’ll still be hanging out with your little friends.”

“At least, they’re my age. Listen, we really like you Steve but you’re hurting our feelings when you hang with us.”

“Wait, the kids that come here almost everyday are your friends ?” Robin asks you and you nod. “I’m coming back in a sec.” She informs before getting a white board.

As you finish eating, you watch Robin taking a marker pen, drawing two categories where it’s written ‘YOU RULE’ and ‘YOU SUCK’. In that last one, she draws a stick before saying : 

“I feel like this column is gonna be full really soon.”

“Yeah, whatever. Keep mocking me, I’ll prove to you that my charms still work. I’m gonna do it right now, actually.” Steve affirms, showing you the new client. “Get ready to put a stick in that ‘YOU RULE’ column.” He says to Robin before smiling at the girl. “Welcome to Scoops Ahoy, can I offer you an ice cream ?”

“Hello, can I have lemon and strawberry, please.”

“Right away.”

Steve is fully focused on the making of the ice cream, making sure it’s done perfectly. Once he’s done, he gives the cup to the client. She’s about to pay when he stops her with a charming smile. 

“It’s free.”

“Really ?”

“Yes, my pleasure.”

“Thank you ! My boyfriend is gonna be happy.” She smiles while Steve’s face breaks down. “Have a nice day.”

You wait for the young woman to leave before laughing out loud with Robin. She holds her tummy before drawing another stick on the board. Steve tries to not let anything show, even though hurt can be seen in his eyes.

“Was I supposed to be impressed ?” You ask, calming your laugh. “Your face was beautiful, wish I could have taken a picture. Well, I’d like to keep mocking your lack of charm but I have to hang out with my friends.” You state before throwing your cup. “See you Robin.” You add before leaving and ignoring your brother. 

“You have to be home by six !” Steve orders you.

“If you get one number, maybe yes.”

“I love your sister.” Robin smiles, making Steve roll his eyes.

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The talk

Eddie Munson x Harrington reader

Summary: reader sneaks Eddie into their room but gets caught by Steve

A/N: this was a request, so I hope it’s how you imagined and y’all like it :)

Warnings: a little suggestive

Eddie and you had something going on since a few months now. You two decided to not put a label on things, being fine with just living in the moment. Meaning meeting up almost every day, either just to talk and listen to music in your car or taking things further like this evening. You didn’t necessarily kept your situation a secret, but you weren’t shoving it into the faces of others.

It was a Saturday afternoon and your parents were out for dinner. You had called Eddie asking him to come over, which he immediately agreed to. He came shortly after your parents car went down the street. Your brother Steve was in his room, listening to some loud music.

As quite as possible you opened the front door for Eddie and signaled him to follow you. He was amused by you trying to be silent, but also didn’t want to meet up with your brother so he remained silent. When you got to your room you closed the door behind you.

“Oh Y/n, you naughty girl sneaking around with boys.” Chuckling you shook your head, “last time I checked you liked me that way.” Your words where barely over a whisper and while speaking you striped down your shirt leaving you in just your bra and shorts. “Oh, I love you every way.” His eyes wandered over your body and back up to your eyes and lips.

Shortly after you sat on top of Eddie’s lap straddling him, while taking off his shirt. He was nibbling on your neck, a silent moan escaping your mouth.

A knock on your door got you back to reality, your eyes held a panicked expression. “Don’t come in!!” Your screamed just before the door opened. “What’s going on?!” Your brothers voice came through the door. You got off Eddie, grabbed your shirt and threw it on while he did the same. Than you opened your door. Steve’s eyes went wide seeing the both of you together but after a moment of silence he started to talk. “I’m ordering pizza, what do you want on yours?” “Just cheese.” You said, almost convinced he didn’t have a clue of hat was going on. Steve nodded “We’ll talk about this when the pizza arrived. And you may want to put your shirt on the right way.” He said while leaving for the stairs. A blush of embarrassment made its way on your cheeks and ears. While Eddie let out a breathy “shit” from behind you.

The pizza had arrived and the three of you sat in the kitchen in silence. “Ok listen Y/n even if I don’t like this,” he made some gestures to you and Eddie, “ Your old enough to make your own decisions. You Munson better treat her good, understood? If you mess with y/n, in any way, we both have a problem.” Eddie couldn’t do anything other than nod and choke out a “yes”. “Lastly if you both do stuff like earlier, do it when I’m not around and use protection.”