#stever harrington x reader

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Lessons in Honesty

steve harrington x reader

chapter 1

– other chapters: part 1 ⋆ part 2 ⋆ part 3 ⋆ part 4 ⋆ part 5 ⋆ part 6 ⋆ part 7 ⋆ part 8 

– synopsis: Being Robin Buckley’s younger sibling had always been uneventful, up until she got herself tangled with Steve Harrington. And really, you were happy for her. She deserved friends. What was bothersome was when he got let in on small secrets like your infatuation with Eddie Munson, and decided to take it into his own hands to try and get him to pay attention to you-- by pretending to be your boyfriend. 

– notes: it has been a long time since i have written fan fiction but here i am!! my dumbass loves a fake-dating plot and i couldn’t resist. i hope to update this pretty regularly, and i post here and under the same username on ao3. i think i’m going to continue to post this as a reader insert and then do an alternative version that’s with an oc (because i can and reader insert series mess with my brain) BUT here’s to hoping y’all enjoy it!!  read here or on ao3  _____________________________

“Stop staring, dweeb.”

The voice cut through a fraction of your brain fog. Not enough to draw your attention away from your current pin-pointed focus, but certainly enough that some semblance of normal thought would have eventually trickled back in. You know, had it not been for the second later when an arm cut across your vision and someone flicked you on the forehead. Patience was never your sister’s virtue.

Still, it did shock you enough out of the stupid little reverie you had fallen into that had been going on for a good five minutes. It was probably better she busted the daydream before someone else caught you and thought you were someone’s lobotomy patient left without supervision.

“Christ, Robin!” You huffed, slapping away her hand as she gave you an indignant look. It was distraction enough that you managed to flick her right back on the forehead right after. Maturity was never your virtue.

“That was a lot harder than I did it,” she argued back, already trying to thwack you once again.

It quickly became a sitting wrestling match as you tried to capture each other’s arms, biting low insults at one another as it went along. You finally managed to yank Robin’s arm down and back to her side, head twisting fast to see if anyone was watching the scuffle. Thankfully not. There was already so much commotion between the football idiots trying to knock soda cans off one another’s heads by throwing a spiral. They probably weren’t even trying to hit the can anymore with how much harder they laughed when the ball slammed into someone’s face instead. I mean— It was kinda funny.

“I sat beside you, and you didn’t even notice me. Do you think that if you stare long enough, it will intimidate Eddie’s clothes into falling off his body?”

The instinctual hand that slapped over her mouth at that moment might have been loud enough to draw some attention if it wasn’t so perfectly timed with the loud smack that came from the football hitting someone in the face again. Divine intervention at its finest. 

“You don’t have to say every thought that pops into your head,” you whispered harshly, eyes still nervously darting around just to double-check no one had heard. Your only solace was that you hadn’t decided to sit at a closer table to Eddie, who was far out of earshot halfway across the quad.

“Tell me about it,” offered a new voice from directly behind you. Shock and surprise rolled through your body as if electrocuted, eyes widening as a familiar figure sat opposite you at the picnic table. “The other day, she was complaining about how annoying it is that your mom tells embarrassing stories about you both to company, but then lets it slip in the same sentence that she wet the bed until she was nine.” Robin must have kicked Steve’s shin under the table because he let out an even more dramatic “Ow!” than you thought him capable of.

“What, did they realize they made a mistake in letting you graduate and rescind your diploma?” You asked him, probably a bit more snippy of a greeting than usual, given that you were still red-faced and deflated from Robin’s mental attack.

Robin gave a short snort at how Steve reared his head back an inch, his floppy hair moving with him like its own appendage. “Ignore them. They’re just mad Eddie Munson doesn’t know they exist.”

You always thought choking on water was something only people on television did when they were shocked. Turns out, It was very much an honest reaction and one you could do simply with your own spit. “I hope you trip over your own feet and the doctors have to wire your jaw shut,” you breathed out, covering your heating face with your hands as you tossed your head back, wishing you were anyway else. And by anywhere, you meant that in the truest sense there was. Let the footballers whisk you away and use your face as target practice instead.

“Munson? You like Eddie’ The Freak’ Munson?” Steve sputtered back. You were thankful that he didn’t just laugh in your face instead, like when Robin found out. You still felt the phantom feeling of her spit flying on your face when she did. Then again, maybe laughter wasn’t the worst reaction. When you removed your hands from your face and saw the genuine look of astonishment and confusion cross his features, brows furrowed, head slightly cocked to the side and studying you as if you were the freak, you began to wonder if you’d prefer the slice of a chuckle and not the hammer of a disappointed and alienating stare. “So you’ll joke about me never graduating— which I did, they can’t just take that back— but find that a desirable trait in Eddie? You do realize he was held back for two years.” As if his own words finally hit his ears, he screwed his face up like he smelled something bad. “Jesus, dude is like twenty years old.”

“I never said it was logical, okay?” you huffed back, folding your arms over your chest, then unfolding them, feeling too restless and itchy at the scrutinization your sister and her idiot friend were putting you through. “I know it’s not going to happen—known that since I was a freshman and joined the Hellfire Club. You can both let it go now.”

You’re a Junior now, and Eddie still treats you the same as if you were a wandering lost puppy he pitied and took in. You kind of were back as a freshman. No friends, not really anyone to talk to other than Robin, wandering around aimlessly in the hallways like the least scary ghost there was, given how many people tried to walk through you. You’d prefer outward avoidance to that. Still, things were different now. Maybe your only friends were members of the Hellfire Club, but at least you’d ranked up from lost puppy to social pariah but with a decent backbone. Eddie, however, clearly didn’t see it that way. His nickname of pipsqueak stuck and has followed you since. Sometimes, he shortens it to Pip, which would be fine if half the student population didn’t think that actually was your name. Some didn’t even believe you when you corrected them.

Robin raised her hands up in surrender, which was bullshit if you’ve ever seen it. “Whatever. Look, I’ve got band practice, so you have to walk home by yourself. Tell Mom to remember to leave the leftovers in the fridge this time, okay? I don’t want to accidentally eat a fly like last time because she left my plate out.” She said that with so much ease as she stood up and walked away, acting as if she hadn’t behaved like someone sprinkled rat poison on her tongue when it happened. It was pretty gross, to be fair. Just thinking about it made you mentally gag and reach for a toothbrush.

“I’ll be fine,” you called out, the same time Steve let out a disgusted mangled noise that sounded halfway between a dog trying to get a stuck piece of kibble out of its throat and a baby trying to say their first words. You stood up from the bench and swung your backpack over one shoulder.

Steve’s voice cut off your movement when you began to walk away. “Hey, let me drive you home. Your sister made me come all the way here to drop off her trumpet she left in my car. I’m already acting like a glorified errand boy today.”

You gave a short, breathy laugh, eyebrow raised. “Just today?” You asked teasingly. That got you an eye roll. “I’m good. Robin just acts like this town is more dangerous than it is. I assure you, a walk by myself will not kill me.” She’s had a tendency to hover lately. And by association, so did Steve, though you just assumed it’s because you were hanging out with Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Max lately, and he had that weird sort of older brother/fifth-wheel type relationship with them. You also assumed it had something to do with Nancy. A lot of what Steve did had to do with Nancy.

“Are all you Buckley’s this painfully stubborn? Just get in the damn car,” he fought back with as much patience as your sister had. Which, as stated earlier, is none at all.

“Steve, it’s fine.“ At this point, you were arguing back merely on some screwed-up principle. You might have gotten farther with it had Steve not stalked next to you and yanked your backpack from your shoulder, already walking off towards the parking lot with conceited expectations that you would fall in line and trail behind him.

You did. He had your bag.

At least you managed to snag one last glance at Eddie as you walked past.

“Has anyone ever told you that your bossy?” You muttered under your breath as you stopped at the familiar burgundy brown BMW that your sister had begun to use as her personal taxi. He tossed your bag into the back once he slipped into the driver’s seat, leaning over the center console to push open the passenger door you waited by.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have bad taste in men?” He supplied back, putting the key in the ignition when you slammed the door shut.

“Don’t start,” you said, staring at him heavily annoyed as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I’m not even as bad as you. Everyone sees the way you pine after Nancy.”

His head snapped so fast to look at you that you quickly smacked his arm to remind him to keep his eyes on the road. “Everyone does not— I don’t *pine* after Nancy, okay? I get it. She’s with Jonathan. We’re friends.”

“Friends who want to—”

“Don’t start.”

Alright. Fair.

Still, it was hard to believe the whole friend’s thing, not only because of the looks Steve gave Nancy, but the ones you saw her give him behind his back. Jonathan wasn’t here. He was in California. And whether or not Nancy just gave Steve lingering looks that were remnants of the past, there were moments you wondered if that was just it. Robin surely didn’t. She was pro-Steve and Nancy all the way. You were shocked she hadn’t already made embarrassing T-shirts about it.

“Don’t let Robin pollute your thoughts,” Steve broke the silence, a more quiet seriousness passing over his concentrated face. “She thinks there’s still something there, but there isn’t. Probably because all these dates I’ve been on lately have all gone to shit. I think Nancy even stares at me with pity about it too.” Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he ran his other in a frustrated motion over his jaw. “It’s annoying. I wish everyone would get off my back about the whole thing.”

“Well, why not just tell them you’re seeing someone? Not like it has to be anyone in Hawkins. Dustin’s got that long-distance girlfriend of his.” It was easy enough to lie about that sort of thing, right?

Steve gave an unamused snort. “Yeah, like Robin will just let that one slide. She’ll see right through it.”

“Then just ask someone to pretend to be your girlfriend for a while. I’m sure plenty of people are lining up just to have a shot with the late, great Steve Harrington, even if it isn’t real,” you joked, though it was true. You’d never really talked to him before he became friends with Robin, but you remembered him from the hallways last year. Heard his name bounce around girl’s lips too often to ignore it.

“Thanks for that,” he muttered in return, hand gripping his steering wheel tightly as he went quiet once more. You shrugged, turning your attention to the window as you watched your neighbourhood come into view. Playgrounds, bright red fire hydrants, trees with tire swings hanging off thick branches. Yeah. Truly a terrifying small town if you ever saw one.

“But maybe you’re on to something.”

Of course, you were on to something. You may be hopeless sometimes, but you were actually pretty clever—

“Why don’t you date me?”

It was a good thing you weren’t the one driving. You would have crashed the car. He would have deserved it.

“You can just drop me off here,” you replied, reaching for the handle, thinking the best option in this scenario was to tuck and roll out of the car. Steve grabbed your wrist before you could. Damn.

“I don’t mean for real, smart ass. But think about it. It would solve my problem, and maybe even yours too.”

You turned back to look at him with a face that read, ‘maybe they should have taken away your diploma, after all.’ “And what problem do you see me facing?”

“Eddie. Eddie’s your problem. You want him to notice you, right? Jerk off’s never been my fan, and it probably annoys the shit out of him that I hang around Henderson and the other idiots. Add you to that equation, mixed in with a guy’s stupid need to have something they can’t have, and he’ll want to be dating you in no time.”

Huh.

“It’s surprising you were never a mathlete in school with logic like that.”

“Can you be serious for a second?” Steve pleaded back at you, turning into your driveway as he did. Even though you were home, you didn’t think getting out of this car was going to be any easier at that moment than it was any earlier.

“I am being serious!” You replied back, a small laugh escaping you at the absolute absurdity. You wouldn’t be shocked if this was just some elaborate prank set up by Robin to pay you back for ruining her favourite sweater a week ago. It was a bit overkill, but you had to appreciate the effort. “You’re the one not being serious. No one would even believe it anyway.”

Steve gave an oddly offended look. “And why wouldn’t anyone believe it? What, you’d never stoop so low?” Jesus, here he was, putting words in your mouth already.

“No,” you said bluntly. “I mean you would never stoop so low. What, the holy ex-basketball player dating his best friend’s little sibling who spends most of their days drawing alone or playing Dungeons and Dragons? Doesn’t exactly scream your type.”

He opened his mouth to argue back, judging by the narrowed look of his brows but decided to drop whatever it was. He deflated with a sigh into his seat, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I-“ he paused again. “That’s not true, alright? Can you just think about it?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, studying him and trying to understand why he was being so pushy with it. You could see how his predicament was bothersome. You’ve been on the receiving end of Robin’s persistent nagging countless times. But there was probably more to it than that if you were to bet. If Steve was so willing to sell himself out to try and make Eddie jealous, chances are he was hoping that using you would do the same for Nancy. He could deny it all he wanted, but there was still a hang-up there.

“Fine.” You relented, Steve’s hand immediately dropping from his face as he sat up perfectly straight like an obedient child just being told they could have one treat. You held up your hand to tamper it down. “Fine, I’ll think about it. Don’t get your hopes up.”

Turning back around to grab your backpack, you opened your door and slipped out of the car. Steve leaned over the seat and reached for the handle. You thought he would shut it and just be done with it, but he surprised you by saying, “don’t take too long. You don’t have to play hard to get with me,” with an infuriating smirk.

And then he shut the door in your face.

[lokis-army-77]

For eveyone who wanted a second part to "Live from Hawkins" .... I'm halfway done with it.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

pillow talk

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

wc: 1K

warnings: this is post activities, so its safe. just sweet sweet fluff

summary: post sex discussions

A/N: used the prompt sweet after sex by @jasminesfury *not proofread, i’m confusing myself so badly looking at one specific sentence*

masterlist / steve harrington

the sun was setting. orange and yellow hues sparkled through the windows that the curtains let peek through. the room was quiet, the only noises coming from the shared breathing and the rustling of the bedding. the room felt hot with the door closed and the previous activity that had you and steve just laying in bed with the sheets up to your naked, sweaty chests.

steve rolled over and changed from laying on his back to his stomach, staring at his ceiling while adjusted his body so his head lay on your stomach. he had one leg in and the other out, your right leg in between. steve managed to wiggle an arm under your back as his free hand drew whatever came to mind onto your sticky belly.

a tilt to your head as it lay on the pillow, a lovesick smile tugging the seams of your lips. a hand fell on steve’s head and you began running the digits through his thick head of brown hair with a few lighter parts popping out from his time in the sun. nails scratching at his scalp to pull vibrating groans or fingers twirling strands of ruly hair around.

steve rubbed his open palm over your waist and down to your thighs before trailing up again. his wonderful lips plant wet, open-mouth kisses over your stomach and the imperfections scattered over your lower half. his nose would glide over your belly button before setting his chin just above it to peer at your with lidded eyes.

“yes, handsome?” you hummed as you pushed hair behind his ear.

“i love you.”

three words, eight letters.

the two of you have said them for years. at first just surface level meaning, friendly-familia meaning, something you say in passing to your parents as you leave the house in a hurry or friends when they do a favor for you. but eventually, the words held a different meaning for the two of you. it would be lingering touches and eye contact maintained longer that was acceptable. staring at steve’s side profile as he talked, letting your thoughts run away from you with imaginary scenarios before shaking them away and landing back to reality.

and now the words held all those meanings, silver bands wrapped around ring fingers showing the world.

“i love you too, stevie.” thumb straightening his left brow into place.

steve rubbed his thumb up and down at your hip bone. more kisses pressed to your stomach, some quick and open, some more lingering, and some with heat as he gave little bites at the skin. you would giggle or squirm, a moan pulled from your throat when the feel of his lips felt tantalizing. fingers would curl and pull steve’s hair in response, you would feel the smile as he continued his loving assault.

“you know,” lingering kisses to your lower stomach, “i can’t wait to have kids with you.”

“oh, yeah?” top teeth biting into your bottom lip to stop a smile.

steve stopped the kisses (much to your disappointment) to once again rest his chin on your stomach. it was slightly discomforting but you didn’t push him away.

“yeah. i know you don’t want many if we were to have our own. so i want an older girl so she can help keep her younger brother in line.”

you let your index finger run down the slope of steve’s nose bridge, “how long have you been thinking about this?”

the quick dart of steve’s eyes piqued your interest. he only did that when he was embarrassed by the information he was about to lay out. you didn't push him, just observed him as you waited.

you felt steve’s voice but didn’t hear it. he spoke his words into your skin and it took you a moment before you realized he said anything. you asked him to repeat it politely.

he cleared his throat. “since our third date.”

“why our third date? if this was a romance anything, you would’ve said our first date.” you weren’t criticizing, just curious. you just remember it as a fun roller rink date.

your simple question sparked a twinkle in steve’s pupils. “i know what you're thinking.” “what am i thinking?”

“that it was just a roller rink date. why is that so special to start thinking about kids? right?” a shrug was your answer. steve continued his version of the story.

“okay. well, i was getting us food and you stayed in our booth. after i placed our order i leaned against the wall so i could continue to watch you-“ “stalker.”

steve tickled at your sides, breaking you into fits of laughs and tears before you conceded. “anyway. i was staring at you, my mind just constantly saying, “you got your girl”. and then you stood up and walked to a claw game. i was gonna rush over so i could impress you, but stopped when i saw you crouch down and start talking to a little boy. then you started to play the game and after many, many, many-“ you shoved his shoulder and the both of you chuckled, “many tries. you got the boy a stuffed animal. and in his excitement, he hugged you. and just seeing the way you froze before holding him tightly with your eyes closed…”

steve trailed off and you could feel the tears wishing to fall. hands grabbing for steve’s cheeks and giving a slight tug to signal him to climb up your body. his hands sat by the sides of your chest as you planted kiss after kiss over his face. a kiss to the side of his lip and you move his head back.

“here’s a potential plan. we wait another year or two, getting more marriage on the plate and getting used to our grown-up jobs. and then from there, we could start having a bit more carefree sex and just… see what happens. what d’you think?”

steve’s eyes went side to side then to your lips and back to your eyes. “i say…” he leaned closer, lips ghosting each other as he whispered, “that’s a good plan, honey.” and he kissed you until you couldn’t remember your name, only steve’s.

-

[strangerquinns]

8. “I’m not okay if you’re not okay.” for the angst prompts with eddie or stevie?

love everything you write, you’re v talented 🤎

Steve Harrington x Reader | 2.3k+ words

With everyone else worrying about Max, no one else seems to notice your symptoms, that you too are within Vecna's grasp.

"I'm not okay, if you're not okay" / send in a angst prompt / thank you so much anon you're so sweet!

You groaned slightly as the pulsing migraine that seemed to never leave you grew worse and worse with each passing second. Around you, everyone was gathered in the basement of the Wheeler home. Nancy sitting on the couch with Robin beside her, and the kids sitting on the floor with Max. Steve sitting on the far side in the armchair, and that left you, sitting on the floor to the side.

The glow of the television was making your headache worse. That should've been the first sign with everything that had happened in the last twelve or so hours. With everyone's, including yours, focus on Max being under Vecna's curse - it didn't occur to anyone that any of you could fall victim as well.

With the death of Chrissy and Fred - and now the threat against Max - everyone's been running on little sleep and even less food. So when you started feeling a little less than well you chopped it up to the recent events.

"Hey Nance, is it ok if I go and crash in the guest room? Not feeling too good." You spoke up, causing everyone's attention to be on you.

Steve watched with a worried look on his face as you stood up from your place on the floor.

"Of course," Nancy spoke, standing from the couch, prepared to lead you up to the room.

As you moved to walk past him, you felt a warmth grasp your hand gently. When you looked down you saw Steve's fingers entangled with yours.

"You ok?" He voiced, his voice laced with worry. "Want me to come with you?"

"I'm ok. Just tired, haven't really slept...given the circumstances." You let out a dry laugh, "Stay...I'll be fine."

Steve nodded his head as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go of it. He sat back in his seat and watched as you ascended the stairs and out of his sight. When he went to look back toward the television and caught something in the corner of his eye. He quickly looked to see Robin staring at him with a knowing look.

It seemed obvious to everyone in the group, but the two of you, that you and Steve were in love. You'd known each other since the first grade but it seems that in the last few years the two of you have been really close. With everything dealing with the Upside Down drawing the once childhood best friends back together.

"Don't," Steve spoke with a stern look on his face.

"What? I didn't say anything," Robin spoke with a smirk.

"You don't have to," Steve sighed leaning his elbow on the armrest, so he could rest his head on his hand.

"Can we fast forward to the part where the two of you stop making heart eyes at each other and just get together already? It's starting to get annoying." Dustin said, keeping his gaze on the movie.

Steeve's only response was lightly smacking the back of the teenager's head.

♡

You walked down the hallways of the Creel House with the floorboards beneath your feet seeming to creak with each step. The house was so dusty that you were sure the air was 85% dust and nothing else. With spiderwebs dangling from nearly every corner and railing. Ahead of you, a little was Dustin and Steve, with the younger one sweeping the flashlight against the floor to light up the path.

"So what exactly are we looking for?" You asked, slowly walking along the walls as you peeked at the photos hanging on the wall. Some so sun-bleached you couldn't make anything out.

"Anything that screams Upside Down. Or Vecna-y" Dustin answered

"I don't think anyone of us knows what is Vecna-y besides Max," You spoke up as you moved to catch up with them.

"Anything out of place." Dustin sounded annoyed, rolling his eyes.

He continued down the hallway as you and Steve fell into step beside each other.

"God, the older he gets the more asshole he becomes," You laughed

"You're telling me. His ego is becoming unbearable." Steve shook his head.

He looked down at you and watched you for a moment. It was hard for him to not noticed the dark bags under your eyes when you came down from the guest room that morning. You looked more tired than when you went to bed.

"How are you feeling?" Steve asked, causing you to turn to him with a confused look. "You said last night you weren't ok...and you seemed a little worse for wear this morning."

You pursed your lips slightly, flashes of your nightmares coming back to you.

"Just a rough night's sleep. Worrying about Max...worrying about Eddie...really thought all this stuff was behind us. You know?"

Steve nodded his head "Yeah, I know what you mean."

As the two of you passed a bedroom you started hearing the tick...tick...tick of a grandfather clock. You stopped for a moment and looked into the room to see a large clock standing in the middle of the room. You were confused at its placement, especially since it was a replica of the one down in the main entrance.

"Steve, you see this?"

You turned toward your friend but were welcomed to an empty hallway. The ticking got louder before it stopped and instead began to chime. It was so loud that it made you jump back slightly. But when you looked into the room it was gone...and instead in front of you looked like your old living room.

Sitting on the couch was your mother, her head in her hands, as she sobbed. But something about her cries sounded off. Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach as you stepped forward hesitantly.

"Mom?" You called out "Mom? What's wrong?"

She continued to cry and seemed to be ignoring you.

"He left us. He left us...." She cried

You walked a little closer. "Mom? W-Who left?'

"...All because of you..."

"Momma, you're scaring me," You spoke as you reached down to gently grab her shoulder.

"It's your fault he left! It's your fault he left us!" Your mother snapped up and started screaming at you, scaring you enough to cause you to fall back against the floor. "It's your fault your father left! Your fault!"

♡

"...and couldn't understand why he couldn't just have returned you know? I mean how many times do we have to call before he finally just does it?" Steve spoke, telling a story about a customer at work.

But when you did respond that was finally when he noticed that you weren't beside him. Steve looked around confused when he didn't immediately see you. But when he turned back to the end of the hall, he saw you, standing in the middle of a doorway.

"You find something?" Steve called out, moving back down the hallway toward you. When you didn't respond he called out your name, posing it more like a question. "Come on dude..."

When he got closer to you, Steve was able to notice and realize that something was wrong. Goosebumps broke out across his skin as an unsettling feeling started to fill his gut. He called out your name again, this time more timid and scared.

"This isn't funny," Steve took the last few steps and moved to stand in front of you.

His worst fears came true as he looked to see you deep within Vecna's curse. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head with them fluttering quickly, only showing the whites of your eyes. Your head was tilted back slightly with your entire body stiff and rigid in place.

"Y/N! Y/N!" Steve called out, placing his hands on your shoulders and shaking you. Deep down he knew that wasn't going to do anything, but the desperate feeling coming over him was enough to make him sick. "Don't do this to me, god, please!"

The desperate screams of Steve calling your name echoed through the old home like a nightmare. Everyone quickly raced to the two of you. They all came up the stairs to see Steve shaking and patting your shoulders and arms frantically as he called your name. The panic was obvious in both his voice and all over his face. His brown eyes were wide with fear as tears quickly began to fill them.

"What happened!?" Nancy asked the moment she got to the two of you.

"I-I don't know...one more moment we're talking and the next she's like this..." Steve stepped back, panting and running his fingers through his hair. "...I don't even know how long she's been like this...I-I didn't notice she wasn't beside me anymore."

"Does anyone know her favorite song!?" Robin spoke, quickly joining in Steve's panic.

For a moment Steve's thoughts became a little clear at the mention of a song.

"Center console of my car, Blondie tape...go now!" Steve shouted toward Lucas and Dustin.

The two of them scrambled before quickly turning back down the hall and out of the house.

"Max, we might need to pause Kate Bush for a moment," Nancy spoke

"Of course," The girl spoke, quickly turning off her Walkman.

It felt like forever, but it was only a few minutes before Dustin and Lucas came racing back up the stairs. With every minute they were gone Steve thought for sure he was going to pass out. But the moment the Blondie tape was placed in his hands, he worked quickly and placed the headphones on your ears.

But the moment they slipped onto ears, your feet began to rise from the ground, as you lifted into the ground. Everyone froze for a moment as they watched you rise with your eyes fluttering more violently.

"Fuck, fuck, no!" Steve screamed, slamming the walkman shut and quickly searching for your song. "Come on baby, come on...don't do this to me..."

Steve didn't care that he was openly crying.

His only focus was on you.

Praying to whatever god that listened that you wouldn't be taken away from him.

♡

"...I am here to end your pain," Vecna spoke as he loomed over you. His monstrous features became more haunting from the shadows that crossed over his face.

You quickly shook your head as you tried to run from him, but soon felt something wrap around your ankle. You were barely able to catch yourself before your body was propelled down to the floor. Another vine see wrapped around your wrists and you were lifted up in front of him - Vecna. You cried uncontrollably as you faced him.

"Please...please...I-I don't want to...d-die...please..." You begged with tears falling down your cheeks.

"Let me end your suffering," Vecna spoke before his large hand came and began to hover over your face.

You remembered listening to Max as she told of her experience with Vecna and the fear that came over her.

It's enough to make you sick, twisting your insides with the deep fear that you are going to die. It's like acid moving through your veins.

Buy soon a song began to echo everywhere around you.

Follow by voices.

"Don't leave me, baby, please, please...I love you...please..."

♡

A large gasp left your lips like your lungs weren't able to breathe the entire time you were under, along with your body falling. You let out a scream of surprise as you felt the free fall take over your body. A pair of arms wrapped around you tightly and pulled you into their chest, acting as your cushion as you fell. You let out uncontrollable sobs that came from you the moment your brain was able to register that you were safe.

You saw the relief on each of your friend's faces along with a few crying. Robin turns to find comfort in Nancy and Max doing the same with Lucas. In your ears, you could hear the vocals of Pat Benatar in your ears. Your hand reached up and pulled the headphones off as you relaxed into someone's chest.

"I've got you...I've got you...." Steve whispered softly in your ears. "You're safe."

You turned around in his arms and nuzzled your face into his neck and continued to cry. You hadn't felt this safe in a long time, resting in Steve's arms. But that acidic fear Max talked about still lingered slightly.

♡

The sound of the bedroom door opening caught your attention. When you looked up you saw Steve sheepishly standing in the doorway. After Creel House, everyone gathered at Steve's home. His parents were gone on another trip, so the Harrington house became everyone's safe haven. You'd even gone and got Eddie from the boat house so he could shower and sleep on a real bed.

"I-I wanted to come and check on you...see how you were doing," Steve spoke, his voice holding a bit of nerve.

"I-I'm ok..." Your voice was still hoarse from the crying and screaming of earlier. "A-Are you ok?"

Steve hesitated for a moment before walking further into the room and closing the door behind him. You watched as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. His hand reached out and gently grabbed yours as he looked down at you. Steve's face was pinched with worry and you could still see the fear swimming in his brown eyes.

"No, damnnit." He frantically spoke "I’m not okay if you’re not okay. Do you not realize how much you mean to me? God...for a second I had to think what it would be like in a world without you because I thought for sure he'd..." Steve couldn't finish the sentence, "I can't lose you."

"I'm ok for now," You spoke softly, "I-I didn't know what was happening either, I promise, Steve..."

"I believe you, hey, hey" Steve caressed your face as he noticed the panic you were starting to send yourself into. "I believe you."

You moved to wrap your arms around him, once again needing the comfort of his arms. Your face nuzzled into his neck and let his scent surround you. It was his musky cologne, laundry detergent with a hint of his body wash. The scene was purely Steve and was the only thing to make the fear go away.

"I heard you...you know..." You spoke up, voice slightly muffled by his neck. "When I was under...I heard you."

Steve nervously laughed "Did you?"

You pulled back to stare up at him, so he could see and sincerity and severity of your words. "I love you too, Steve."

A smile tugged on the corner of his lips, as his body seemed to relax slightly. Steve moved quickly caressing your face before bending down and kissing you deeply. His lips molded perfectly around yours as they moved in sync.

Steve pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours. "I'm not letting anything happen to you. Never again."

[sparklingsin]

— five ways to say i love you | steve harrington

+ steve harrington x fem!reader

tags: fluff, banter, steve being steve, some angst, some gore - like in the show, s4 canon adjacent

a/n: no summary since this is pretty self-explanatory. hope you have a good read! feedback is appreciated!

one.

The Wheeler basement is warm, separated from the world, the Upside-Down, the lab. Shielded from trouble. A distraction from whatever danger lies ahead. The kids are sitting around a table with Eddie, who is making a face at them — they're engrossed in what seems to be quite a stressful game of DnD. You don't try to pretend that you understand it.

Nancy is half-asleep on Robin's shoulder who is reading the latest "Teen Beat". Beside you, Steve's busy shooting daggers at the kids table, one of his arms curled behind you on the couch. Not quite touching you, but close enough that you remember it's there once every few minutes.

"Do you want to kill your only best friend?" you ask and Steve pries his eyes away from the group to look at you, eyebrows still furrowed.

"Wha— look, it's just that the kid barely tells me anything anymore, okay? I'm just a little — "

"Jealous?" you interrupt.

"— worried," Steve finishes, mouth twisting into a frown at your words.

You pout at him. "Aww, that's sweet. Mama's worried."

Steve shoots you a look. "Tease all you want, but if something happens to that little shit, it's on me, you know?"

"Aw, I'm sure Dustin loves you too."

Steve gives you another stink eye, then turns back to the kids. You try your best to suppress the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips.

A beat passes before Steve quips again, absentmindedly picking at some loose threads on the arm of the sofa, still gazing at the kids.

"I mean, I worry about the other kids too. About all of us. Robin, Nance. You."

You try to ignore the warmth that mushrooms across your chest.

"Should I be scared that you're worried about me, Harrington?"

He looks back at you. There's a twinkle in his eyes, that flares up that new found feeling in your stomach. You don't want to acknowledge it but it begs for your attention.

"Maybe."

two.

Steve walks eight paces under your window before deciding that he's going to do it. He finds a small pebble in the yard and tosses it at the window, praying to anyone who's up there listening, that you're awake.

Much to his relief, you open the window a minute later and peer down at him in the darkness. You seem to stare at him for a moment— understandably so, given the ungodly hour— and then gesture for him to come up.

Two tries later, Steve is tumbling through the window and into your room.

"Shhhh," you mutter to him in the dark, and he freezes, stilling himself beside your desk.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, voice an octave lower than usual and Steve realises with a start that you had been sleeping after all. If your slightly puffy eyes and pink pajamas are any indication.

"You look like hell," you add, looking him up and down. He hadn't changed from his slacks and white t-shirt and his hair was probably rough from all the tossing and turning. Thankfully though, you don't seem mad. Only confused.

"Right, um," he begins and then shuts up. Now that he's here, he realises how terribly pathetic it is for him to be doing this. How cowardly, how very unmanly.

"Steve?" you ask, reaching out to grab his shoulder. You're so warm, he almost sighs out loud.

"Shit. Yeah. Hi. So, I did come here," he says, but stops again. Because how can he say what he wants to say? How do you tell someone that your house it too big, too empty? That the halls go on forever without a soul in sight? That he lies awake at night, wondering what he would do if he found himself all alone in the world much like he is in his house?

"Earth to Steve," you call again, and now there is concern seeping into your eyes but Steve really, really doesn't know what to say. He simply looks back at you, something cold unfurling in his chest.

"Uh, can I sleep here?" is all he can muster. He braces himself for your reaction, for you to call this weird and refuse but you only tilt your head ever so slightly.

"Of course," is all you say too. There's some recognition in your eyes that leaves him feeling bare but he is grateful that you don't say anything else. He watches you plop into bed and pull one pillow to the corner that is by the wall and fluff it up.

"Okay," he says glancing around your room, "Just give me a pillow, a blanket and I'm good to go."

You stop in your journey of trying to find one edge of the blanket and look up at him, eyebrows knitted.

"Good to go where?"

"Sleep on the floor I mean."

You look at him like he has grown two heads and then pat the space on the bed beside you.

"Don't be stupid. Sleep beside me, there's plenty of room."

three.

"Find it?" Steve calls from beside the bed just as you spot the locket under a couple of envelopes in your drawer. It a pretty large thing— you're not sure how you had missed it the first time. You open the locket to reveal a set of pictures. One of Max, when she was about nine, and other, of your mother.

"Yeah," you answer, putting your arms around and behind your neck to try and clasp the chain together. The darned thing is too small unfortunately and your arms grow sore before you know it.

"Jesus. Here," Steve mutters, having spotted your struggle from where he had been trying to find the necklace under your bed. Without waiting for your response, he gently plucks the delicate chain from your fingers and moves behind you.

The chain clasps together with a satisfying click. As he lets go of it, the tips of his fingers brush ever so gently against your spine and you watch him in the mirror as his eyes move from your neckline to your face.

"All done," he whispers, breath warm on your neck. You can feel his silhouette behind you — those broad shoulders and arms that you don't want to imagine being held by.

But you do anyway.

"Thanks for doing this with me," you whisper, without taking your eyes off of him in the reflection of the mirror. He doesn't look away and your heart skips two beats.

Your fingers fidget with the locket.

"I'm just worried about Max," you say and then bite your tongue, surprised by your own admission. Something in his eyes— it catches in your chest and coaxes your concerns out of you.

"Hey, hey," he says softly, turning you around to face him, his hand slipping into yours. The touch sends a spark up your arm, but it warms you.

All this while, you had been trying to put on a brave face for your sister. But standing in your house, being faced with memories you only think of on the coldest nights— the reality impales you with a terrifying finality. A tear escapes the corner of your eye.

You don't want to see the ruth in Steve's face as he tilts your head towards him with a soft Hey. His eyes are round but far from pitiful.

"She's going to be okay. We're going to make sure that she's alright."

four.

Steve's throat is closing up. A demobat's tail wrapped firmly around his neck restricts all airflow as a swarm of its siblings sink their fangs into his sides. Metal coats his mouth, the agonizing pain sending a shockwave though his body. He can't even scream; the sound builds and dies in his throat. The incessant attacks provide him a surge of adrenaline to thrash at the bat's tail, but in vain. Its grip is too tight. He can already feel the energy start to drain out of his arms as his brain begins to shut down.

If it has to end this way, Steve thinks, he wants to see you before it does. The Upside-Down starts to dim before his eyes as he tries to picture your smile. Radiant, warm. Everything this hell-hole isn't.

Then suddenly, the demobats are screeching around him and his sides are not being torn apart anymore.

Steve's eyes shoot open, to find you looming above him — cheeks streaked with tears and grime, fending off the incoming swarm of bats with a boat paddle. Your presence seems to give him a bolster. He tightens his grip on the bat's tail and bites off a chunk. The wretched creature screeches, instantly loosening its grip on his neck and the oxygen rushes into his throat — almost choking him, but it is a welcome pain. Feeling returns to his fingertips in the form of a faint buzzing.

Standing up and swaying slightly, he swings the creature around by it's tail, slamming it to the ground with a final thud before using his foot to rip it in half. The blood streaks across his slacks but he is too tired to care.

Three things register in his head. One) You are here, in the Upside-Down. So are Robin, Nancy and Eddie. Two) He is alive. Three) You're throwing yourself at him and he immediately wraps his arms around you, shaking. You are trembling too, and a sob bubbles up from your throat.

"What—" he pants into your hair, "What are you doing here?"

You pull back and reach for his face, cupping his cheek. It is too dark to be entirely sure but save for a couple of scratches you seem mostly unharmed. Your eyes are swimming with tears and he desperately wants to comfort you but his on hand is shaking so badly, he is glad you're there to steady him.

"You didn't come up for 3 minutes," you run your thumb across his cheekbone.

"How could I just leave you?"

five.

"You okay in there?" Steve's voice jolts you from your thoughts.

Nancy and Robin trudge several feet ahead of you, Robin's flashlight swinging wildly as she talks animatedly. You look up at Steve, and try to gauge if you should lie or tell the truth.

"I'm just thinking about what pizza I'm getting after we torch this asshole," you quip after a moment and Steve laughs. A good laugh— the kind that travels up your chest and warms your being.

"I'm assuming it's classic margherita?" He asks, slowing down to keep up pace with you. He swings his torch around, keeping an eye out for any movement.

You scoff. "What do you take me for, Harrington? I have taste, alright?"

He laughs again and it is a truly wonderful sound. "Alright, alright. Then what is it?"

"Well, we'll find out if we all make it out alive, eh?" You regret the words as soon as you say them. A silence falls between you again, cold and clammy, much like the surrounding air or lack there of.

A moment passes before Steve nudges his shoulder into yours. "The first thing I wanna do if I make it out alive is talk to this girl."

You turn to look at him, puzzled, but he's looking at the ground, gaze trained on the light thrown by his torch in front of him.

"Tell her how I feel."

You feel your heartbeat rise just ever so slightly just as a branch snaps under Steve's foot. He kicks it aside and steps over a vine.

"She works at Family Video with Robin and I. I only met her a few months ago, but I feel like I've known her forever, you know? She gets me, and I know I am a little stupid about somethings but I get her. She is the only thing that makes complete sense to me. She's so smart, so brave, so beautiful and she— she makes me laugh. She makes me laugh so much."

Steve jumps over a wide log, and you feel like your heart has grown wings and fluttered it's way out of it's cage.

Every word of his feels like it's filling you with air, lifting you gently off the ground. It feels too much, like you're dreaming and might wake up anytime soon, crying about losing something so perfect.

"Steve," you manage, but your voice is weak and croaky. If Steve hears you, he doesn't look at you.

"We've been through so much together, in such less time and I don't think I could have made it this far if it wasn't for her. I don't.. I don't want to share this with anybody else. If I don't make it out alive... my only regret would be not telling her this. And telling her that—" he pauses in his tracks and finally turns to look at you. The expression on his face knocks the wind out of you. Nobody has ever looked at you this way.

"That.. I love you," he says, voice soft as silk and all you can do is close the space between you two to pull him in for a kiss.

You didn’t think, not for a second, not when you had first realised you liked him, that Steve Harrington would return your feelings that you kept so well-guarded. You imagined that friendship was as far as it would go, and tried your best to be indifferent to the growing feelings in your heart.

But the truth was, Steve got you like nobody did. Saw you like nobody else did.

When Steve pulls back, his eyes are shining with something so fierce, you think you might burn under his gaze.

"I love you too," you whisper against his lips and he sighs as if a humongous weight has been lifted off of him. You kiss him once more, then twice and rest your forehead against his. The smile on his face fills you with a newfound courage to face the impending doom.

"We're making it out alive, you and I."

[sunshinesteviee]

i’m such a sucker for dad steve, so how about him finding out that he’s gonna be a dad?

two pink lines

wc: 1.2k warnings: pregnancy. lil bit of anxiety. mostly fluff. no s4 spoilers of any kind. a/n: ksjaflsd bestie this got way out of hand, so have a whole ass fic!

feedback/reblogs/comments are all greatly appreciated! lots of love 💛

Masterlist

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Your fingers shook as you picked up the small test on the counter. Two pink lines. Pregnant. You were pregnant. A rush of emotions flooded through your body as you stared at the test. On one hand, you and Steve had always wanted to have kids, and you knew that he would be the best dad in the world. And on the other hand, the world was a lot scarier than you’d ever imagined. The two of you had been through a lot, and it really hadn’t been long since the last deadly and life-altering event in Hawkins. What if something happened again? What if Steve didn’t come back next time?

Unsure how to feel, you clutched the test in your hand and sank to the ground, knees to your chest. And how were you going to tell Steve? You were almost positive he’d be happy, but what if he wasn’t? Babies were definitely in the plans, but that was someday… you hadn’t discussed babies in your current plans. 

Just then, there was a knock on the bathroom door. Steve’s muffled voice came from the other side, “Baby? Are you okay in there? It’s been a while…”

You didn’t answer, heart pounding in your chest, eyes flashing to the door. It would only be a matter of time until Steve would open the door. 

After a few more moments of silence from you, he spoke up again, sounding a bit more concerned, “Is everything alright, sweetheart? Please answer me…”

Taking a shaky breath, you answered with an unconvincing, “I’m fine, Steve.”

He knew you better than that, though, and could hear your voice waver. The knob on the door turned, “I’m coming in, okay? I’ll cover my eyes if you want me to!”

This made you laugh a little as you lifted a hand to wipe under your eyes, “‘Kay. You don’t have to cover your eyes.”

The door pushed open and Steve popped his head in, hands over his eyes still, “Are you sure? Won’t look if you don’t want me to.”

“Steve, I’m fully clothed.”

“Well, that’s too bad,” he huffed playfully, smiling at the sound of another giggle from you. Uncovering his eyes, he pushed the door open further so he could come in. His gaze dropped to you on the floor and he frowned slightly, gently pushing a socked foot across the linoleum into yours, “Whatchya doin’ down there, sweetheart?”

You quickly averted your eyes from him, closing your hand tighter around the test and shoving your hand between your thighs. Shrugging, you mumbled, “Dunno.”

“Okay,” he replied, not wanting to press. Before you could say anything else, he dropped to the floor next to you. His thigh pressed to yours, arm closest to you wrapping around your shoulders. Fingertips tracing over your upper arm lightly, he leaned over to press a kiss to your temple. 

Steve knew you’d talk when you were ready. Sometimes you just needed someone to sit with you for a bit. It took a moment, but you finally leaned into his side, head pressing into his shoulder. He’d sit with you forever, if that was all you needed. 

After a few minutes of silence, you let out a soft sigh and shifted your posture. Hand still closed around the test, you looked up at your boyfriend, “Steve?”

“Mhm?” he hummed, gently smoothing a hand over your hairline. 

Without saying anything else, you opened your hands, holding it out in his direction. Your hands were still shaking, so he cupped your hands in his, ��What’s this, babe?” Leaning in closer, he furrowed his eyebrows, “I can’t tell what thi— oh.” He cut himself off as he realized, the last word a breathy whisper. 

“I’m pregnant.”

Steve’s wide eyes flashed up to yours as his fingers curled around your wrists carefully, stumbling over his words, “You… you’re— Wow. We’re having—“ 

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, slightly unsure of how to take his reaction, “A baby, yeah.”

“Wow,” he breathed out again, but this time a huge smile took over his face. And when his eyes met yours once more, you couldn’t help but to smile, too. It was contagious. 

“Yeah,” you replied in the same breathless voice. 

In seconds, Steve had practically tackled you to the ground; wrapping you up in a hug, hands cradling the back of your head so you didn’t hit it on the hard floor. You laughed wildly, throwing your arms around him as he smothered your face in kisses, “We’re really having a baby? You’re gonna be a mom?”

“You’re gonna be a dad,” you affirmed, slipping your fingers into his hair gently, twisting a long strand around your finger, “Are… are you happy about it?”

Shifting his position so his knees were on either side of your hips, he shook his head in disbelief, “Holy shit. Baby, am I happy? Are you kidding me? I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.” His fingertips scratched against your scalp gently, leaning down so the tip of his nose brushed yours, “Wait, was this… is this why you were crying? Are you not happy? Because we’ll— we’ll do whatever you want.”

His response caused tears to well in your eyes again and you closed them tightly, shaking your head quickly, “No, no it’s not— I am happy. Just… just really scared. I just started thinking about how the world is so much scarier than it seems, and I th-thought—“ you choked back a sob, moving your hands to cover your face, “thought about if you ended up back in the upside down, and didn’t come back, I-I couldn’t—“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweetheart,” he carefully pried your hands from your face, hands cupping your cheeks, and thumbs swiping out to dry your tears, “Hey, look at me, y/n.” Your eyes flicked to his and you let out a ragged breath. “We’re safe. I’m here. And I promise you, I’m not going anywhere. Even if… even if things came to that again, those kids don’t need me. I’m just the babysitter. I have more important people to take care of now,” his hand settled against your tummy gently, “Okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered, nodding your head. You believed every word he said. 

“Okay,” he nodded firmly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. “Take some deep breaths, yeah? You’re breathing for two now.” You wanted to tell him that you weren’t sure that that was how it worked, but he took a deep breath in to get you to do the same, and then gently blew the cool air across your face, causing you to giggle.

After a few deep breaths, your breathing returned to normal, and Steve fell to your side, laying on his back. His arm slid underneath your head as you moved in closer. Reaching over with his other hand, Steve brushed his thumb across both cheeks gently to wipe away the last of your tears. With his lips pressed to your temple, he whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Staring up at the ceiling with a slightly dazed expression, a smile evident in his voice, he said, “We’re having a baby. Our first little nugget.”

“We’re having a baby.”

“And we’re still laying on the bathroom floor,” he all but giggled, turning his head to look at you, pretty brown eyes sparkling. 

Your laugh echoed his as you also turned to look at him, “We most certainly are.”

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[sugarsfics]

Birthday

Summary: Steve says he never had a birthday party, so you give him one, even though it is not his birthday. The gang helps you plan and set up, let’s hope it stays a secret.  

Trope: Steve x reader; established relationship 

Warning: fluff, kissing, talk of drinking, use of y/n once

Word count: 1.0k 

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You and Steve were shopping for a present for your little cousin when your jaw dropped hearing the words that came out of your boyfriend's mouth, he had never had a birthday party before. “Wait what do you mean” he shrugged “I just never had one my parents would take me to a fancy restaurant with their friends then give me cash” poor baby “I’m so sorry” “Eh it's alright” he said kissing your forehead “I think they will like this one” he said holding up a drawing set.  

The drive back to Steve's place was quiet windows down, Duran Duran playing on the radio. But your mind was somewhere else Steve had never had a birthday party, you loved Steve so much and wanted to give him everything, give him the love he lacked from his parents. Even though it was the middle of August, and his birthday wasn’t till April, you didn’t want to wait till April to give him a party so why not celebrate his half birthday? “You ok” Steve said worriedly “Yes why” you answered quickly “Girls on Film was just on and you didn’t scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs” “ I'm fine just thinking” “About” “It's nothing” “If you didn’t sing your favorite song than its not nothing” he challenged “It’s just that you never-” “AH if you are getting worked up on me not having a birthday party before I will.....not sure what but don’t get work up about it ok” “But-” “Sh now let’s go inside there is a couch and a movie calling our names”  

The movie didn’t interest you at the moment you were too busy planning in your head Steve’s half birthday party. Where would it be? Who will come? food? drinks? cake? Games? Money wasn’t a problem just like Steve, you lived a wealthy life that is how you met Steve. It was at one of the big fancy parties this time your parents were hosting. You walked outside bored out of your mind when I figure came out from the dark “Bored too” said the figure “Yea not a kid friendly party” you joke. The figure came out from the shadows, and you were met with a handsome young man “You're that Harrington boy right Steven?” “Steve, but yea that’s me” he smiled. From that moment on you and Steve were always together at parties, soon becoming best friends than lovers. He has become one of the most important people in your life, he was so sweet, even though he knew your wealthy status he payed for everything. It was time to spoil him. 

After your movie date you went straight home writing down the plans, luckily the weekend you wanted to have it your parents would be gone so the party will be at your house. You would give a call to Robin tomorrow for a guest list most likely being her, the kids he is always with, and probably Nancy and Jonathan maybe that Munson kid. Food, you have a taco man that Steve loves so easy, his favorite snacks, popcorn chips. Drinks he loves his lemonade so many versions of that, water, juice boxes for the kids, maybe alcohol. Cake, he mentions for your graduation party he loves the cake which was chocolate and strawberry from the bakery three towns over. Games? Do you have games at parties for 19-year-old, since it is still summer your pool will be ready, maybe drinking games for later at night.  

The next morning you called Robin for the guest list “Y/N his birthday is April” “I know but he never had one before” “Yea ok so” “I want to give him a surprise one” “Ok fine it would be his kids, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Hopper, Joyce and me” “That’s it” you said dumbfounded “Yea he not popular King Steve anymore” right you thought “Do you need any help” Robin asked “Not till the day of the party oh make sure no one tells him” “Gotta girly” “Thank you so much Robin” “anytime” next was taco man he was shocked to hear that it was such small party but gave you the yes that he will be there. The cake was ordered and would be picked up at 2 that day. Everything was going perfectly.  

Surprisingly, no one told Steve, Eddie and Dustin almost blurted it out by asking what time that party would be, but Robin caught them in time, but other than that he suspected nothing. It was the morning of the party and the plan was that Dustin was going to have Steve drive him around for a couple of hours while the rest of you set up. You had balloons on the ceiling, drinks in the cooler, taco man out back preparing, snacks on the table, cake in the fridge. Perfect. Dustin radio the kids that they were on the way. Everyone got into a hiding place “Dustin why are we at my girlfriends house- don't just walk in ”“ SURPRISE” Steve jumped back “What” “Happy half-birthday"

The party was so much fun. Steve was having the time of his life in the pool surrounded by the people he loved. The tacos were amazing, he lost count after his 4 plates. no one mentioned it but Steve started to tear up when everyone was singing happy birthday. He loved his cake and was shocked when everyone handed him presents. Overall, he loved his first birthday party. After everyone left the house was clean, you and Steve went up to your room. “Did you like your surprise handsome” “I loved it thank you so much” he said bringing his lips to yours. After putting on pj’s Steve hopped into your bed, opening your blanket for you to hop in. You snuggled into his chest “Can I tell you a secret” he whispered “Yes” you whispered back “I knew about the party” you sat up “How” “Well the kids were talking about it on the walkie in the same channel I'm on and you left your list out” SO CLOSE. 

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[coolyiooo]

STEVE HARRINGTON X READER (SMUT)

⚠️ WARNINGS⚠️ biting, public, hickeys ,creampie, quickie

You and your boyfriend ,Steve Harrington, worked together a scoops ahoy, which was perfect because you guys wanted to spend time together during the summer and work together, you two became good friends with Robin and we're always a chaotic duo and being dumbasses.

Today was just a normal day at work and you and Steve were in the backroom of the scoops ahoy just chilling and waiting for your guy's turn to work after Robin, you were playing with Steve's hair, just because you love touching and playing with it, his head in between you legs, which ofc he didn't mind one bit, and you were just playing with it, he's actually pretty ticklish around his neck area, you'd barley touch his hair and his back would twitch as he chuckled a bit, you found it cute and always used that information doing the deed, he was twitching a bit from you touching his hair, he put his hand behind his back to try to make the twitching stop which helped a bit but he'd still twitch here and there "aww your so cute ..and you have pretty hair" you pulled on it aggressively and playfully ,not sexually , "OWW!" you laughed a bit and he started to laugh, he knew you were just playing around and your laughs were contagious

Robin open the window things "excuse me! what you two doing? I'm bored out hereeee!" She saw that you were just playing with his hair, you both stared at her "you playing barbie (y/n)?" "Yes I am" you said smiling "should I be offended or flattered" Steve said "I'm not sure.. maybe both" Robin said "his hair is so soft" you said "yea well if his hair gets in the ice cream it's over for this business " Robin said "yea I'll wash my hands when it's my turn to work" you said smiling "yea you don't want the people catching a disease ..or lice" Robin said "hey! I don't have lice!" Steve yelled "then what's this small white thing moving in your hair?" You said, he turned around to look at you quickly, raising his eyebrows high with a bit of fright in his eyes as in to see if your being serious or not "I'm kiddinggg..it's most likely dandruff" "wha!-" "eww Steve.. get it together" "there's no way.. I got rid of my dandruff!" "How's that possible?" Robin said "I have my ways..and what are you doing your supposed to be working" Steve said "I'm boreedd!!" "But we're hanging out" Steve said "I don't care I'm bored" "give us like 15 more min" "15?? I'm dying out here guysss" Steve got up and closed the window things "no hard feelings right Robin?" Steve said, she opened the windows again and bonked his head with her hand and closed the windows again, "ouch"

You started laughing, he smiled after seeing you laughing "yea what r u laughing at?" He came face to face with you "your just...yea" your still smiling, he smiled brighter "I'm just what?" "Your adorable" "oh yea?....well your beautiful" "am i?" "Ofc you are" he looked at you with eyes full of love "beautiful inside and out" he kissed you on the lips "so are you " you said "yeaa.. I know" he rolled his eyes playfully with a smirk, you laughed and pulled him into a kiss again which turned into a passionate make out session, your hands went around his neck as his were on your waist and cheek "heyy uh wanna do a quickie?" He whispered "wha- Steve were at work! What if someone hears or robin sees?" You whispered yelled "we'll just have to be quiet " "but why now?" "Because you just make me crazy" you signed and thought about it, looking away from him, but you could feel his pleading eyes "mmMM fine! But you better be quick"

He smiled and started to kiss your neck, you pulled his hair slightly making him already moan quietly, you slapped his arm "be quiet!" You whispered, he just went back to kissing your neck, leaving some hickeys, he started to take your shorts off and finger you slowly while rubbing your clit with his thumb, you grabbed onto his short sleeve tightly, trying your best not to moan, y'all just panted silently through the kiss, after you were wet enough he stood up and banged your back against the wall as silently as possible, making Robin hear a thud, she was about to go inside the room to ask wtf was happening but she heard kissing noises "...eugh are you serious??", He then started to lower his shorts, revealing his hard member, his hands still one your waist and yours on his back and neck, he then lifted one of your legs and moved your panties to a side, he then looked into your eyes deeply, wanting to see your reaction when he put his dick inside you, you both panting slightly, he then slowly thrusted his cock into you, you covered your mouth to not let a moan slip out, your eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure already kicking in, Steve just sighed in satisfaction, his breath stuttering a bit, when he was fully inside you he started to kiss your neck "please start Steve" you whispered, he started to thrust into you, you gripped onto his shoulder tightly and squeezed your eyes shut, he just tilted his head back sighing deeply, you started to moan quietly but loud enough for people to hear so you bit on his neck to stop moaning, he hissed in pain but moaned a bit, his hand went up your shirt, under your bra and started to caress your breast tenderly, pinching your tit, you bit onto him a little harder, leaving bite marks on his neck, he panted "damn...your irresistible" and started to thrust into you faster, you slipped up a moan but he kissed you to muffle your moans, you pulled his hair making him groan into the kiss, his thrusts started to get aggressive, making some rattling noises

Robin could hear a few things but mostly the rattling and thumping, she was disgusted "hey what's going on back there?" A customer said "oh they're just fixing something that's.. broken yea"

You could feel his cock hit your g spot, aggressively hitting it, making you arch your back slightly "fuck..I'm c-close...steve!" You whispered "me too...fuck! your amazing" he kissed you aggressively thrusting into you faster, you both moaning into the kiss, almost not caring if anybody else heard, it just felt too good, your wall tightened around his cock, rubbing it perfectly, he groaned louder and came deeply inside your womb making you cum on his dick, clenching onto him tighter, you could feel his dick twitch aggressively inside you

You two stayed like that for a few seconds ,y'all panted for awhile then he pulled out, his cum dripping out of your cunt, "fuck..that was amazing" he panted, Robin then started to bang on the windows aggressively "hey are yall done now?! You better clean up your mess and get to work!" You blushed a bit, Steve put his shorts back on and got you some paper towels to clean your self up a bit, your legs a bit sore, he opened the window "you could hear us?" He whispered to Robin with slight fear in his voice "everybody heard you dingus" you then slapped the back of his head "I told you we shouldn't have done it!" "Hey it takes two to tango! Don't blame it all on me you wanted to do it too!" "Excuse me?" "HEY GUYS!" you both turned to Robin "everybody is staring" you both stopped but you kicked his leg "ow!" "Oh my God you two owe me" "yea yea whatever" Steve said he turned to you and hugged you, catching you off guard, he then whispered in your ear "I don't regret it tho"

[mayrose713]

I'm Used To It

Steve Harrington x fem reader

Summary: When Y/n’s alcoholic mother comes home things don’t go well after she finds out where she had been. With nowhere else to go Y/n remembers she’s not the only one dealing with this kind of thing and calls Steve to pick them both up for the weekend. Friends to lovers.

Warnings: alcohol abuse, alcoholic parent, divorce, mention of abandonment, swearing, trauma

Word count: 3548

A/N: Most things that I write are based closely on my own experiences and traumas, this way I can write a better and happier ending though. If you go through anything similar please know you are not alone and you are always welcome to message me if you need to talk. 

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“Sweetheart, ’m home.” Y/n heard her mother call out from the front door of their trailer but something didn’t seem right. 

“Mom?” Y/n came out of her room to find her mom trying to keep herself up. “Where have you been?”

“Ran inta an old friend.” She smiled at her daughter. “We talked for awhile.”

“You went drinking.” Y/n started to get both mad and upset.

“Nooooo.” Her mom shook her head before almost falling over. 

“You’re obviously drunk!” Y/n yelled.

“Pssh, you’re being redicu-lish. ‘m not drunk. Haven’t been in yearsh.” She badly lied as she walked over trying to hug Y/n. “Watcha have fur dinner?”

“I didn’t.” Y/n pushed her mom off her. “We had planned to have dinner together, remember? We were going to cook since we were both going to actually be home tonight.”

“Sorry. Wanted to catchup with a friend.” She pouted since her daughter pushed her away and tried acting like she was sober.

“No, you wanted to go drink. How long has it been going on this time?” Y/n started to yell. “Going to rehab three times already wasn’t enough for you to keep sober? Or how about dad leaving us for a girl ten years younger than you when I was fourteen because he didn’t want to deal with you drinking anymore.”

“Really?” Her mom started to yell back. “Really had to go there?”

“Yes, I did.” Y/n walked over to the fridge to find herself dinner since it’s already nine o’clock. 

“Whatcha ya doing?”

“Finding myself dinner, duh.” Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“Do ya really think ya need more to eat?” That hit a nerve in Y/n.

“Fine.” Y/n slammed the fridge door and stomped to the front door. 

“And where do ya think you’re going?” Her mom yelled, stopping her for a second. 

“Being like dad and getting the hell away from you.” Y/n yelled with tears brimming her eyes before leaving. 

She took a second to breathe trying to figure out what to do. Then she remembered how Max moved to the trailer park after her step dad left and she has a similar situation with her mom. Y/n was the only person Max trusted to tell about what was going on at home. She then decided that’s where she's going to go since it was a Friday night and is sure Max isn’t doing well either. 

It only took Y/n a few minutes before she was knocking on the younger girl's front door.

“Y/n?” Max looked at her confused then noticed the tears still threatening to escape. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just, you know my mom.” Y/n explained then noticed the older redhead passed out on the couch with a bunch of beers scattered around. “It looks like we’re in the same boat actually.”

“Yeah, though I’ve never seen you so upset like this.” Max grabbed her hand pulling her into the trailer and towards her room making sure the doors closed. “What happened tonight?”

“Max, I love you, you’re like my baby sister especially with how similar our lives are.” Y/n had grabbed her hands. “But this is something you don’t need to be burdened with, it’s mine.” 

“It’s also not something you need to keep bottled up and deal with alone.” Max squeezed her hands. “Please Y/n/n talk to me.” 

Y/n thought about it for a second then felt exactly how hungry she was and decided on something else.

“Have you eaten dinner?” Y/n asked, having noticed there wasn’t much food in the trailer. 

Max stayed quiet for a moment before shaking her head. “No, even with two jobs we don’t have much money and most of what we have mom spends on booze.”

“I’m going to call Steve, okay. Tell him what's going on and to pick us up.” Y/n explained grabbing the phone from the bedside table but Max stopped her.

“You can’t.” Max looked at the older girl with pleading eyes. “Please, I told you about all of this in confidence because you understand and I see you as an older sister too. I don’t want anyone else knowing, especially not Lucas, and Steve is too close with him and the others.”

“Max, he’s my best friend and already knows about my situation and he’s never told anyone else.” Y/n explained. “He’s very protective of not just me but also you, he would want to know. Give you a place away from this.”

“He’s protective of you because he’s in love with you.” Max told her which gave Y/n butterflies in her stomach.

“Steve’s not in love with me, we’ve been friends for as long as I can remember.” Y/n said. 

“But you’re in love with him.” Max reminded her. “And don’t try to lie, you already admitted it when we played truth or dare with El over the summer.”

“And I told you guys that I don’t plan to ever tell him since I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” Y/n reminded her. “And there’s no way he’s in love with me.”

“Keep telling yourself that Y/n/n.” 

“Anyways, I’m calling Steve.” She started dialing his number. 

“Hello.” Steve quickly answered. 

“Hey, it’s me.” 

“Y/n? Everything okay?” Steve perked up. “I thought you were doing a night in with your mom tonight?”

“Yeah, that didn’t exactly happen like it was supposed to.” Y/n let out a long sigh. “She decided instead of dinner with me to get drunk with a friend.”

“Got it, I’m on my way to get you and we’ll pick up pizza on our way home.” Steve said and she could hear him moving around. 

“Actually, I’m at Max’s.” Y/n looked at the younger girl. “We’re kind of dealing with the same thing right now.”

“What? Max too?” Steve wasn’t expecting to hear that from his best friend, after meeting Max he couldn’t help but feel protective of her especially with everything from Billy. “Okay, tell her to pack a bag for the weekend, you’re both staying over. You still have some clothes here, and besides you like to sleep in my shirts anyways.”

“Thanks Steve.” Y/n smiled. “And just like my situation, don't tell anyone about Max, especially the boys.” 

“Completely understand, I’ll be there in a few minutes to pick you both up, see you soon.” Steve said before hanging up.

Y/n placed the phone back on the nightstand and turned to Max. “Pack a bag for the weekend, you’re staying with us.”

“It’s okay Y/n, I’m fine staying here.” Max shook her head.

“Max, you and I both know I won’t let you stay here with your mom passed out and not enough food to feed you.” Y/n said while standing up and grabbing a bag from the girls closet. “And We both know that Steve will carry you over his shoulder to force you into his car and keep you all weekend to make sure you’re safe and fed. He did that to me when I was fifteen and learned about what was going on with my mom. Though he was more pissed that it was happening since I was eleven and I never told him, that he found out when he snuck over trying to get me to go to a party.”

“You know that’s kidnapping right?” Max laughed a little, taking the bag from Y/n and started packing some things. 

“Yeah, I told him that.” Y/n also laughed. “He didn’t give a shit. I’m sure he’s going to feel the same now even if it’s three years later, especially when it's you Max.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s only doing this because he loves you and I’m basically your little sister.” Max scoffed. 

“Max, he cares about you very much, I promise he does.” Y/n reassured her. “He still would have done this even if it was just you who called him.” 

Just then there was a honk outside and Max looked out the window to see the familiar red BMW. 

“That’s Steve.” Max turned back around. “I’ll meet you guys outside in a minute, just gotta put a few things away and leave a note for my mom in case she sobers up at some point this weekend.” 

“Okay, don’t be too long.” Y/n kissed the top of her head before making her way through the trailer and out the front door to find Steve leaning against the driver side.

“Hey Y/n/n.” He pushed himself off the car and over to his best friend where he quickly engulfed her in a hug. “How are you doing?”

“The same as I always am when this happens.” She explains. “Her getting upset with me as though she didn’t do anything wrong, me getting mad at her for blowing me off and drinking then her having to say something about me trying to eat dinner.”

“I’m so sorry.” He squeezed her tighter.

“It’s okay Steve, I’m used to it at this point.” 

“No it’s not okay Y/n, but we’ll figure it out later, for now let's just get you and Max out of here.” He said before letting her go and realizing the red head wasn’t around. “Speaking of, where is Max?”

“She was finishing packing her bag and writing a note for her mom, just in case.” She explained.

“Is she doing okay?” Steve was very worried. “How long has she been dealing with this?”

“Why don’t you go inside and ask her?” He looked at Y/n confused which made her sigh. “She doesn’t think you care about her, that you’re just doing this for me.”

“What?” Steve was surprised by this. “Of course I care for her, I have ever since I met her, especially after I learned she was Billy’s step sister. Was scared for her and what she had to deal with living with him.”

“Go talk to her.” 

Steve nodded his head before walking to the trailer as Y/n got into the passenger seat of his car. Max was finishing up the note to her mom when she heard the door open again. 

“Sorry Y/n, almost done.” She looked up only to find Steve and not her sister figure standing in the entryway looking at the horror of where she lived. “Steve?”

“Hey Maxy, you okay?” Steve asked moving over to her using the nickname she okayed the older male and Y/n to use occasionally, but not all the time. 

“Yeah, I’m great.” She gave a fake smile to him while folding a piece of paper and writing “mom” on it. “You know how Y/n/n is, overreacts sometimes when it comes to me?”

“Are you sure?” He asked while eyeing the place before moving over to the kitchen and searched the cabinets and fridge to find little to no food. “How long has this been going on?”

“Not long.” She shook her head while refusing eye contact. 

“Max.” He moved to her, placing his hands on her shoulders and leaning down to be eye level with her. “How long has this been going on?”

Max took in a deep breath and looked up at him with tears threatening to escape her eyes. “Since my step dad left after Billy’s funeral. Mom took on two jobs and started drinking a lot more.”

“That long?” He rubbed his forehead before moving his hand through his hair. “How often is she drinking?”

“Every night, until she’s passed out.” Max looked over at her mom asleep on the couch. 

“And where’s all the food?” He asked. 

“She hasn’t gone to the store in over two week, keeps saying that she doesn’t have a lot of money right now to go but then comes home with more beer.” She finally started to cry and Steve quickly wrapped his arms around her to let her cry into his chest. 

“I’m so sorry Max.” He whispered so that only she could hear, even though she was the only one there besides her passed out mother. 

“It’s okay Steve, I’m used to it.” Saying the same thing Y/n tells him. 

“No Maxy, it’s not okay. Y/n tells me the same thing in this situation but it’s not okay.” He then pulls away and crouches down with his hands on her shoulders again. “Please know that I care about you, very much, and if you ever need to talk or need a place to stay to get away from your mom or even just need a meal please, please call me.”

“I will.” She nodded as she wiped the tears off her cheeks. “Thank you Steve.”

“Anytime kid.” He smiled and stood up grabbing her bag off the counter. “Now let's go have an awesome weekend.”

“This never gets spoken about.” Max said as they walked through the trailer. “Especially not too…”

“Yeah, yeah. Especially not to the guys.” Steve interrupted her. “I would never tell anyone about this without your permission.” 

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The three of them drove to one of the few pizza places still open ordering a large before going back to Steves where they sat and ate and just talked while trying to keep the mood light.

“Wait seriously, Erica told you that about Lucas?” Y/n laughed at what Max had just told them.

“How do we know it’s not just Erica trying to embarrass her brother?” Steve asked but was still smiling.

“Have you met Erica?” Y/n raised a brow at him. “She would never tell a lie like this, but embarrassing her brother just makes it better.”

“You can’t tell Lucas about this though. He doesn’t even know that I know.” Max explained.

“Our lips are sealed.” Y/n and Steve say at the same time making all of them laugh.

“Well, I think I’m going to turn in for the night.” Y/n stood up, grabbing all of the plates off the table and the pizza box. 

“It is getting late.” Steve said while looking at his watch then followed his best friend into the kitchen where he took over doing the dishes from her. 

“Max, I’ll show you to the guest bedroom.” Y/n said, grabbing the girl's bag.

“Thank you again for letting me stay here.” Max said to Steve.

“Anytime kiddo.” He smiled. “I’ll follow you guys up in a few minutes.”

As Max followed Y/n she noticed one room to the right of the stairs that must be Steve’s parents room then followed her passed one which must be Steve’s, then passed the bathroom and into the one next to it.

“Do you normally sleep in here?” Max asked moving to the bed where Y/n placed her bag.

“No, I usually sleep in Steve's bed.” She explained until she noticed the look Max was giving her. “Don’t look at me like, we’ve been doing this since we were kids okay.”

“Whatever you say.” Max smiled.

“I’m going to go change real quick, then I’ll be back.” Y/n told her before leaving. 

Y/n grabbed one of Steve's old Hawkins High swim team shirts and a pair of black pajama shorts she’s left one of the last times she spent the night. She came back into the guest room to see Max in a long sleeved nightgown sitting cross legged on the bed with some comic books.

“Wonder Women, nice.” Y/n picked one of the comic books up before sitting across from her. 

“I didn’t know you were on the swim team?” Max looked at her shirt.

“I’m not.” Y/n looked down, flipping through the pages. 

“Is that Steve’s shirt?” Max gawked before giggling a bit. “Are you sure you two aren’t already dating?”

“Shut up.” Y/n laughed a little before putting the book down and looking at the younger girl. “How are you doing Maxy?”

“I’m fine.” Max refused to look at her.

“Really?” Y/n eyed her. “Please talk to me. Lucas told us about how you guys broke up.”

“I have nightmares sometimes about that night at the mall.” Max started to explain. “And you know, my mom doesn’t really help, but it’s fine.”

“You know I told you that you could come over whenever you needed.” Y/n placed a hand on the red head's shoulder. “You should have told me that you didn’t have food for dinners and stuff.”

Max shrugged her shoulders before sighing. “It’s just, you have your own shit to deal with, you have your own alcoholic obviously.”

“Yes I do, but I also don’t deal with it every night.” She paused for a second. “Well at least not in a while. It just depends on if it's a one time slip up or a long ‘slip up’. But anyways, you know I’m always here and so is Steve.”

“I’m getting used to it Y/n/n, it’s okay.” 

“Yeah, you don’t get to use my line against me.” Y/n laughed a little. “But seriously, please call us.”

“I will. Thank you.” Max smiled at her before they hugged each other.

“How are you two girls doing?” Steve knocked on the doorframe wearing flannel pajama pants and an old tshirt and watched as they let go of their hug. 

Max looked at Y/n for a second before turning to Steve with a smile. “We’re good.”

“That’s good.” Steve smiled back. “I’m really sorry you guys have to go through this.”

The two girls looked at each other with a smirk before saying at the same time “We’re used to it.”

“Very funny.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Why don’t we go to bed Y/n/n.”

The older girl nodded her head and stood up moving over to Max and kissed her on the head. “Night Maxy.”

“Night Y/n/n.”

“Good night kiddo.” Steve moved and ruffled her hair after Y/n left the room.

“You know she loves you right?” Max said before he could leave. 

“What?”

“Y/n. She loves you.” Max said again. “I know you love her too with how you look at her, we all know it.”

“Of course I love her, she’s my best friend.” Steve tried to play it off. 

“Steve, you’re in love with her.” Max corrected, making him sigh. 

“What am I supposed to do? I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” He brushed his hand through his hair. 

“Just tell her. I promise you won’t ruin your friendship.” She reassured him. 

“Fine.” He closed her eyes before looking at her again. “I’ll do it if you promise to call whenever you need something.”

Max thought it over for a second before nodding her head. “Deal. Good night Steve.”

“Good night.” 

Steve turned off the lights in the room before going back to his to find Y/n already laying in bed. 

“Everything okay?” She asked while sitting up when she noticed him. 

“Yeah.” Steve nodded his head as he took his shirt off since he likes to sleep without one. “She just wanted to tell me something.”

“What’d she say?”

“It’s nothing.” He lied as he started to get in bed.

“Steve.”

“Do you remember when I punched that guy at the last party of the school year last year?” He asked, confusing her. 

“Yeah, the blonde baseball player who was flirting with me.” She nodded her head. “Why are you bringing that up right now?”

“Do you know why I punched him?”

“You had said that you had heard him talk shit to some of the guys making a bet that he could get in my pants in less than five minutes.” She explained. “You were being your protective self as usual.”

“Well I lied.” He sighed.

“What?”

“I never heard him make a bet.” Steve confeased.

“Then why did you punch him?” She was really confused now. 

Steve looked over and pushed some hair behind her ear. “I was jealous.”

“What would you be jealous about?” She giggled a little. 

“I was jealous because I hated seeing some guy flirt with you.” He said while placing a hand on her cheek. “Because I’m in love with you.”

“Really?” Y/n couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her best friend, Steve “the hair” Harrington, is in love with her.

“Really. You don’t have to say it back or an…”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence though as Y/n leaned up and kissed him. He was shocked at first but quickly composed himself and kissed her back. It was a soft kiss but he could feel all of her emotions in it and she could feel his. 

They soon pulled apart needing to breathe but looked deep into each other's eyes. 

“I love you too.” Y/n finally said, making him smile before he pulled her back into another kiss.

“Well finally.” A voice from the door caused them to stop everything and turn towards the culprit to find Max with the biggest smile. “I’m radioing everyone.”

Max left, leaving the two alone again as they smiled at each other before going back to what they were doing before being interrupted.

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A/N: Sorry if this was badly written, had to take a few breaks while writing it so as to not cry because I’ve gone through the same things both Y/n and Max go through from when I was 11 until I was 20. Though I wasn’t lucky enough to have a Steve in my life until I was 17 who had an alcoholic father and understood what I was going through and gave me an out whenever I needed it.

[louscartridge]

girls?

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 requested by- @sublimecatgalaxy​

cw- not rly proof read, barely mentions of fighting (demo dog), enimies to lovers, uhhhhh i dont think anything else tbh. 

summary - robin is unsure if her enemy likes her back or not untill she makes a bold move.

“did you see her hair when the hair tie fell out?!” robin continued to daze to steve doing her eyeliner in the passenger seat of steves car.

“robin-”

she cut his speaking off and put her hand down from her face for a minute to look at steve. “now yes steve i now it wasent exactly the best time to find something attractive but..that was attractive!” she looked at him with a “duh!” face almost saying ‘i mean you like girls! you gotta admit, that was hot!’ without actually saying that. 

what robin was currently talking ab was when you were fighting a demo dog, swinging around so much your hair tie fell out of your hair, letting strands stick to the sweat on your face and some still loose from behind you. so yeah. not really the best moment to be crushing but oh well what can you do right? 

“i think i should ask her out.” robin bluntly started.

“are you sure you want to do that?” steve asked hoping robin would think about this but instead she immediately replied with a strong ‘yes’

“ok but listen i can think of atleast two reasons why you shouldnt do that!”

“oh reaally mr. lady puller? you want her that bad?” robin teased seriously and rolled her eyes.

once steve pulls into a spot in the school parking lot he turns in his seat to look at his (quite frankly only) friend and smacks her hand causing her to drop her eyeliner. 

“hey!” robin went to unnecessarily banter.

 “no robin ok listen! for one we dont even know if she likes woman and two she hates you!” steve yells mater of a factly. 

“yeah well one can be solved by me asking her out doofus. and two shell know i dont hate her once i ask her out. so really! asking her out will clear everything up!” robin states mater of a factly. 

not wanting to be late to class for once steve gives up.

                                                time skip bc i suck 

“hi” robin cheekishly said to you.

“hi?” you said back in a undertone.

“uh- are- are you hurt to bad from yesterday?”

“no. not really... it just kinda sucks that i have to like- hide from everyone you know?”

“oh trust me i know.” as robin was talking she saw you open a mini cupcake.

“oh my god! y/n!” she randomly shouted.

“oh my god! robin!” you copy sarcastically. 

“i just saw you open the cupcake, duh, im right here of course im gonna see you open it but it reminded me that i made a cake yesterday its like red velvet with chocolate icing that i might add also made myself it took me so long and i was scared like so scared that i was goint to like explode something but guess what? i didnt!”

as she kept rambling you slowly smiled remembered something steve told you. 

“when robin likes someone she can not stop talking. like she starts talking non stop and really fast.”

“robin.” you cut her off

“yes?” she quickly replied.

“do you like me?” 

“yes. no! maybe? i dont now how do you feel about me?”

“how i feel about you is if you were to say you like me.. i wouldnt say i didnt like you too.”

“well then yeah. i do like you. y/n”

“i like you too robin.”

“i like your smile.”

one thing being said right after the other untill robin started ramling again. but this time you decided to cut her off. 

“will you be my girl friend?”

robin just stared at you in shock making random hand movements sometimes making some stuttering noises.

“robin?” you say in a sing songingly voice.

“uh- yes? yes! i will be your girlfriend!”

the moment was cut when steve came up behind robin.

“aha! yes! she likes you! thank you for not listening to me!”

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

can we get a fic where r is a nurse or med student and she just had a terrible terrible day at work and steve just comforts her? ly <3

i know nothing about the medical world so forgive me. kinda basing this from a breakdown i had after orientation for my job then texting a friend for some help.

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silence. peace and quiet after a twenty-four hour on call shift. no beeping monitors, no patients getting angry with you, no messes to clean up; just you sitting in your car letting your brain melt. and then the tears started to sting, face pinching to withhold yourself but letting the floodgates free. your breathing was labored and your head was getting fuzzy, you hoped no one was a witness to your breakdown.

fingers death gripping onto your leather steering wheel, head falling forward and almost hitting your horn. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to take deep slow breaths, needing to steady yourself before making the thirty minute drive back to your apartment where steve was waiting for you.

steve. with his name popping into your head you reached into your bag, pulling your phone and flipping it open then pressing one to speed dial the landline. the dial tone rang twice and then you heard his voice.

“harrington residence.” just those two words from your husband lifted your sorrows for a moment, allowing you to calmly speak into the receiver. “hi honey.” a sigh of relief before a wet hiccup followed.

you could hear the concern when steve asked, “hey, you off? need me to pick you up?” already knowing you had your car with you, but also knowing you would be exhausted to drive.

you shook your head even though it wasn’t seen, “no, no. just… just wanted to see if you needed anything?” closing your eyes as the welling tears continued. “want something for lunch? was gonna stop by-“

“it’s fine, honey. i already cooked something for you. just get home safe. i love you.” and he didn’t hang up right away, waiting for you to respond back. a croaked “i love you,” then quick to press the end call button. you took deep calming breaths, five in five out, before starting the engine and cutting the radio off.

you kept to the speed limit, sometimes going three over or even five under causing people to honk and speed past you. you didn’t have the energy to care about their pissed stares, just counting the stop lights until you hit your block, rolling into the complex then pulling into your parking spot.

your bones felt like liquid as you gathered your bags and drinks, locking your car then heading up the one flight of stairs. a quick left then past three doors and you stood outside yours, number 736, a lovely floral reef circled the peep hole.

with a heavy hand you slid your key into the lock, turned the knob and was greeted to the warm lighting and laugh track blaring from the tv. the lingering smell of mac and cheese with some baked chicken and steamed veggies caused your stomach to gargle.

“hey pretty.” steve’s smooth voice slid into the hallway with you, his hands reaching out to take your load off your shoulders.

he made sure to keep your belonging organized and hang your coat on the rack. he knelt to the floor and helped tug your sneakers off your aching feet before ushering your further into the apartment to the couch.

reruns of your favorite sitcom light the room as steve leaned in to press a tender kiss on your left temple, eyes closing in contentment. “i’ll be back with our food.”

steve was gone less than five minutes and you could feel your eyes growing heavy as each second passed, head lulling to rest on the back of your couch. you smiled and chuckled low at a joke you already knew, but it still tickled you pink.

“kept it in the oven to stay warm. hope it taste good, i followed the recipe for the mac and chicken, but you know me.” steve set the two plates on the small table covering your feet. “how’s my girl doing?”

he rested a palm to your left thigh and rubbed over your scrubs comfortably. you took a deep inhale before sighing out, “draining.” the one word sufficient in summarizing everything.

steve hummed, “sorry. but luckily you’re taking the next two days off. how about we just rot in bed for one day and then be slightly adults the next day. how’s that sound?” his browns eyes darkened and shaded with the flickering light.

leaning your head onto his right shoulder and fighting sleep you yawned out, “sounds perfect.” the laugh track and commercials becoming your white noise.

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Nurse in the Upside Down - Steve Harrington

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader (eventually) Word Count: 630 Warnings: ST4 spoilers, angst, squint for fluff Tropes/AU’s: Best Friends to Lovers | Fake Dating | Soulmate AU | Established Relationship | if you can think of any more, let me know! Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes. I hope this meets your expectations! :) A/N: Hi, friends! This contains small spoilers for S4V1, so if you haven’t watched it already, pls do not read. It’s a little on the shorter side. BUT, I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Entering the Upside Down wasn’t something I wanted to do again… but here I am. See, when my boyfriend jumped into Lover’s Lake to see if there was a gate there, I didn’t expect for him to get sucked into the Upside Down, and I sure as shit didn’t expect myself to jump in after him but here we are.

Seeing Steve being choked out my a fucking demobat set off a rage in me that I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. So, what did I do? I ran right for it, picking up an oar and just started bashing the fucker. I had help since Robin, Nancy, and Eddie jumped into the lake after me.

Of course after battling all those demobats and getting to a hiding spot, I noticed that Steve almost lost his footing, and watched as he braced himself against the rock of Skull Rock. 

I rushed to his side, putting my hands on his back and chest, holding him up. “Whoa, babe. Are you okay?”

He groaned in pain a little, turning his head to the side a little, eyes clenched shut as he went down on his knees. “How bad are they?”

“How bad is what?” I asked, quickly kneeling down in front of him.

He looked at me in disbelief. “The demobats. They were digging their faces into me. How bad are the wounds?”

I looked down, and immediately wished I hadn’t. The wounds were deep, but I couldn’t tell how deep. “Oh, shit. We need to try and patch you up.” I gasped after finishing my sentence. ��First aid kit. I have one in my room.”

“How far is your house?” Robin asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Ten or so miles? Could be farther.”

“It’s about twelve,” Steve grunted.

“Let’s go.” I was determined to get my kit to start patching Steve up.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Steve said, putting a hand on my shoulder. We looked at each other for a moment before he said, “Makeshift.”

Looking around for something I could use as a makeshift bandage, eyeing the bottom of Nancy’s shirt. “Nancy,” I said, standing up, said girl turning around to face me. “Gimme the bottom of your shirt. 

She looked at me like she didn’t know what I was talking about.

“The bottom of your shirt! I need it!” I exclaimed, reaching for her shirt and tearing the bottom of it off. Quickly walking back to Steve, I put the makeshift band up to his stomach, looking up at him. With kind eyes, I asked, “You ready?”

“Just do it,” he grunted.

I put the band on his wounds, loose but firm enough to grab ahold of the blood, a small pained groan coming from his throat. “I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. I looked up as he tilted his head back, hands in his hair.

Wanting to bring a little bit of humor into a bad situation as I twisted the band on his back and brought it back forward, I smiled and whispered, “Now, this looks familiar.”

“Keep it in your pants, Henderson,” Steve whispered.

Chuckling, I lightly pulled on the bandage, looking up at him and asking, “Is it too tight?”

“It’s good,” he replied, sitting back on his legs.

I tied what was left over in a knot, placing my hands on his wounds, very lightly. I looked up at him, already seeing that his eyes were on me.

“Thanks, baby,” he whispered.

“Anytime,” I whispered back. 

I leaned up toward Steve as he leaned down the best could toward me, our lips locking in a slow kiss. When we pulled apart, he placed his forehead to mine, breathing deeply.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

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[statticscribbles]

Sleepover

Summary: Steve Harrington/ftm Reader; reader gets dragged into a sleepover

”So it’s settled then.”

“What is?” You look up from the history book you’d been skimming.

“We’re having a sleep over at Eddie’s.”

“A sleepover?”

“Yeah like where we all get together and hang out and play dumb truth or dare questions, you know that sort of thing.”

“I know what they are but like I didn’t think you’d all be into that.”

“Come on, we have to, this is the first new guy we have, we have to get each other’s deep dark secrets out to each other, and what better way than staying up till like three am eating pizza and watching horrible movies.”

“Back to the Future is-”

“A nightmare. Thank you for your input Steve but not now.” You grin as his face flushes a little, you’re worried you’ve embarrassed him but it doesn’t seem like it at all which you’re relieved at.

”That’s Nancy and Robin.”

“Wait, they can come over?”

“Well duh, I mean Robin lives loose enough and then like Nancy is gonna miss an excuse to do a makeover on me and Steve, she’s gotten really good at make-up, you know that like super over the top neon coloured shit?”

“Oh Y/N good you’re here, I got you a present.”

“A present?”

“Mhh,” Robin thrusts the box into your hands and you turn it over, about to cut the tape but she places her hand over yours.

“No, upstairs, or tomorrow…” She offers and you tilt your head, ripping the paper off once you get upstairs.

“A new binder?”

“Yeah Eddie said your mom threw out your old one, so I thought I could get you a couple, you can keep them here or something, besides they look more like actual tank tops now, a little harder to spot.” She grins and you nod a little speechless at how kind she is.

“My gift is better.”

“Your gift?”

“Uhh yeah, it’s kinda a joke one, but you can actually use it.” You open the hastily wrapped bag, proclaiming happy fifth birthday on the side, you laugh at it a little but gasp when you see the packer sitting in the tissue paper.

“Wow this is so cool.”

“Wait dude why’d you get him a-” Eddie trails off and you laugh.

“No it’s not what you’re thinking, I just shove it in my pants instead of socks.”

“Wait, you shove socks in… OH it’s so you have a dick!! Wait why don’t other guys use this, make people think they have massive dicks… it’s like a push-up bra right, but for your penis.”

“Oh my god Eddie that’s…”

“I mean he’s kinda right.” You laugh and nod, tucking the packer next to the binder in your overnight bag.

”So the investigation…”

“The whole thing with El and her friends right?” You tilt your head and Steve nods.

“Yeah have you seen what’s happening, first the fire and then-”

“No, I have no clue where or what any of that is.”

“Let go.” Steve winks at you and pulls you up as he offers his hand.

It’s a little cold out but you don’t mind following Steve as he walks with you towards the edge of the trailer park for some privacy.

“So who do you like more, Robin or Chrissy?”

“What?”

“Usually everyone has the hots for one of them, or maybe you’re into Nancy?”

“Usually?” You tilt your head and Steve shrugs.

“Yeah most guys either want Chrissy, the girl next door or Robin, the mysterious girl.” He holds his hands up tilting them like scales tipping.

“Well I prefer guys so…” You shrug a little at his hands. And he grins.

“ I think Eddie is  going to lose it soon, having to watch Chrissy with Jason.”

“And you?”

“Well I just;I like guys, I’m picking neither.”

“Well yeah but do you have a guy in your sights?”

“I’m a little busy not trying to lose my family.” You cringe a little but Steve laughs and assures you he knows you meant no harm.

“We should get back, I’m sure we’re missing Eddie getting some horrible neon green make-up on him right now.”

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Face Value (CH1: In The Air Tonight)

Prompt: After Christy’s mother dies, she comes to live with her aunt and cousins, the Byers. She has to live out her last year of high school where she only knows four middle schoolers and a moody high schooler. Her and Jonathan had never been the closest but now he was all she had to survive the next year, She’s not sure why everyone keeps referring to her cousin as ‘zombie boy’ but she’s determined to find out.

Steve Harrington x Byer!oc requested?: no warninging: none in this chapter that i can think of , mentions of death? sick person. word count: 2.2k

A/N: this is gonna be a series going along with Phil Collins’ Face Value album. Listen along as you read if you like. But this is chapter one so enjoy!

Chapter One: In the Air Tonight

No one ever left Hawkins, Indiana. You grew up, got a job, moved out of your parents’ place, and started a family. Repeat. Everyone knew everyone. In fact, everyone knew who Joyce Byers was before the Byers kid had disappeared. Everyone was connected. She had even gone to high school with the mother of her son’s bullies. Everyone knew each other. Joyce had followed in the footsteps set by those who walked before her; she grew up, moved out, and started a family. Her sister, who she considered to be her best friend growing up, had moved away to Ohio. Which seemed years away and eventually turned into just that; contact between the two become more distant. Phone calls had become shorter and distant until they hadn’t heard from each other in months and, eventually, years.

Until her sister became very sick and Joyce visited tried to visit every other weekend or her days off from work. Sometimes the boys came along but she never forced them; the task being daunting on the single mother herself. As his aunt grew sicker, Will found himself struggling to come to terms with her sickly disease and honestly seeing her in such bad shape made him anxious and nauseous. So he stayed home, either with Jonathon, who sometimes couldn’t stomach the situation either, or stayed with the Wheelers for the weekend. As her days became numbered conversations became very serious. She didn’t have much to offer but she’d give Joyce everything if she took good care of her only child, her daughter. Joyce, with tears in her eyes, promised to treat her niece like her own.

1984.

Christy Matthews lost her mother on a blistering hot summer day and despite the sun blaring on her during her mother's service, her skin felt ice cold as her aunt Joyce wrapped her in an embrace. It was meant to bring comfort to the teen but it only left her sobbing into her aunt's shoulder as Joyce rubbed circles in her back. Though she had just lost her sister; Joyce had to remain strong for her family. For her niece who had just lost her mother and for her boys who had lost their only aunt. "It's okay to cry," her youngest says, tears in his eyes as well. Her heart sank for her boy who had been through so much; something they had decided to keep from her niece since they were no longer in danger. She let herself cry, to feel, for her son. For her loss. For their loss and everything they had all been through. The four cried and held each other together as dirt was thrown on the lowered casket.

Joyce let Will stay with Christy in Ohio as she packed the rest of her belongings to take back to Hawkins while her and Jonathan made the drive back to Indiana. The house was already sold and the next day would be her final day in the house she had grown up in. There were so many emotions Christy was feeling at once; grief, terror, uncertainty. She was terrified for what the future held but she was so thankful for her family and the support they had been showing her through this hard time. It wasn't her hard time; all of them were affected by her mother's passing and it would be selfish of her to think any different. She had lost her mother but her aunt had lost her sister and the pain the two were feeling must be so different but the same.

Will wished Christy had been around more growing up; she was fun and she didn't judge him when he told her how he felt. During summer vacation after her mom got sick Christy would stay with the Byers; her mom being watched over by an in home nurse they hired during the summer. It was her mother's way of letting Christy have her freedom and not have to fuss over her while worrying about school. Though her mom never told her; Christy knew she had felt guilty for getting sick and Christy giving up her life to take care of her. It wasn't her fault and the teenager so badly wanted her mother to know that; it was never her fault.

The two stayed up and made up stories about fairies and an evil dragon that gets defeated by the fairy that got casted out by the other fairies for not being strong or brave enough. Of course, he didn't do it alone, oh no, he had help from a handsome knight with a noble stead. Will pretended to yawn when it came to the part where the fairy lifted the knight's helmet to see the face of the brave man that had helped him. Christy rolled her eyes at her young cousin but cut her story short anyways. He was probably right; they had a long drive ahead of them.

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The drive wasn't entirely dreadful when you had a great DJ as your passenger; Christy had cassettes upon cassettes and Will managed to choose the best of the best to fill up the travel time. They sang loudly to Genesis, their self titled album she had just received for her birthday months ago, and Will occasionally looked over the map Christy had given him for the trip. Christy almost knew the way by memory but needed some refreshing at some points of their trip. The trip wasn't long; only about four and a half hours. But both of them were ready to stretch their legs by the time they got to the Byer's residence. They had tried to leave Ohio at a reasonable hour but the two had slept till noon and had made it to Hawkins around five, after stopping a few times for food and restroom breaks.

The two were greeted by a grinning Joyce who was happy to see the two had made it safely and she was totally not worrying the entire time the two had been out of her motherly sight. Before her sister's passing, Joyce had gotten everything in order, she adopted Christy and she would be starting Hawkins High, joining Jonathan in the fall. With Christy now staying in the Byer home, Will and Jonathan became roommates to make way for their cousin to have her own space. The teen was more grateful than her family would ever know for accepting her into their home. "The boys have been waiting," Joyce told her youngest once she had met him at the passenger side of the car, she placed a kiss on top of her son's head and quickly moved to the trunk to help Christy with her boxes.

Most of her items had been already packed and shipped to Hawkins through a moving company Joyce had hired but a few of her last minute things she had packed in her car and had made the journey with her. Christy had yet to exit the car despite Will already had and her aunt opening her trunk, she needed a moment to collect herself. To come to terms with the fact this was her new home and she would never see the home she had spent seventeen years growing up in. She took a deep breath then slowly let it out; letting her body relax. She placed her  pointer finger to lips and then to her mother's necklace wrapped around her rear view mirror. She was finally prepared to start her life in Hawkins and prepared to be ambushed by Will's friend who hadn't seen her since last summer. Unbeknownst to her, a lot had happened to the group between then and now.

summer, 1983

Christy was in the passenger side of her aunt Joyce’s car, the radio was at a reasonable volume. It had been two years since her mother had gotten sick and this was the first summer with the Byers since then, she had gotten to know her aunt and cousins when they came to visit her mom and her in Ohio. Christy was very grateful for the visits; she spent most of her time caring care of her mom and the visitors took weight of her responsibities off her shoulders even if it was for a short period of time. Plus, having your mom as your only friend was totally lame and the added company was nice.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get out of working,” Joyce steals a glance at her niece, hands gripping tightly to the wheel. “But I’m gonna make sure you have everything you need. Everything is in driving or biking distance. I know your car is in Ohio but I’m sure Jonathon will let you borrow his. I think he still has his bike unless we gave it to Goodwill.”

“Thank you, Aunt Joyce,” Christy smiled. She was excited to see where the Byers lived, knowing it was going to be her home someday. She had already accepted that her mother was never going to get better. “For everything.”

That summer she had spent playing D&D with her cousin at the Wheeler house, borrowing Jonathon’s car on occasion just in case there was a good movie showing or just to get out of the house and go into town. The party showed her around town; either biking or all of them piled into Jonathon’s car. ‘Heat of the Moment’ was blasting on the radio as she drove the kids into town, all of them singing horribly along.

“I got the album that’s going to change your life,” Christy smiles, taking a hand off the steering wheel and pointing to the cassette she had entrusted with Will. “Put it in.” This album had changed her life and she was about to change the lives of the four boys sitting in that car. “Chills. That’s all I can say.”

Soon enough, Face Value by Phil Collins was blasting through the speakers of the car. “I’m going to school you guys in cool music, ‘kay? Can’t have you listening to garbage like a bunch of dweebs.” She looked at the three boys sitting in the backseat from the rearview mirror. “We may be dweebs but at least we have good music taste.”

“You said 'we',” Dustin said from the backseat. “That means you’re including yourself and, therefore, grouping us together-”

“Yeah, I’m a dweeb,” Christy rolled her eyes. “Now shut your trap before I take it back.” She didn’t mean it though, she enjoyed their company far too much. She smiled to show she was joking, which caused the boys around her to smile and quickly burst into laughter.

The whole party was rushing behind Joyce to see their friend and, arguably more interesting, his cousin. They argued and talked over each other; arguing about who would carry what and how Christy didn't have braces anymore but she still had her thick rimmed glasses. The older teen never considered herself cool and actually enjoyed hanging out with her younger cousin and his friends which was why the party liked her so much. She treated them like equals because she believed they were. "Christy!" Dustin said loudly despite closing the distance between the two in an embrace. "We've missed you!"

"I missed you the most," Lucas blurted out. He instantly regretted his lack of thinking and turned away to hide his embarrassment. Back last summer, even when Christy had braces, Lucas couldn't stop talking about his friend's cousin. It was obvious to the group, and Christy, that Lucas was harboring a crush on the older teen. Christy thought it was adorable and treated all the boys like they were younger brother but Will thought it was gross. "I mean, you're the best healer," he tried to recover.

"I miss the cool indoors, let's grab a box and go!" Christy joked, trying to take some of the embarrassment off of Lucas's little outburst. Joyce laughed, grabbed a box, and lead the way back towards the house. All the boys and Christy grabbed a box and followed behind, Christy closing her trunk behind her. Will walked beside her older cousin while the rest of the group walked ahead of them. "I'm glad you're living with us," Will said softly so his friends wouldn't hear. "I really missed you." A trace of a smile was on his lips but it wasn't quite there. "I'm sorry about Aunt Frankie." He didn't look at her, just kept his sight in front of him as he walked. "Losing a parent sucks."

Christy vaguely knew about the abuse that her aunt had suffered through the hands of her cousins' father and she was glad that he was long gone and out of the picture. "We win some, we lose some, I guess," Christy offered once they were in the cool room of the Byers' living room. "We go on living for those who are longer here, we have to. The only way to go is forward." The other three boys had caught the end of their conversation and a sorrowful mood had filled the room.

"El," Mike whispered. He was looking forward, focusing on nothing, not looking at anyone around him.

"Who's El?" Christy questioned, earning looks from the whole party, like they were questioning whether they could trust her or not. Tell her the secret they were obviously keeping, she just wasn't sure what the boys weren't telling her. They stared at her, none of them saying anything. "Come on guys," Christy laughed awkwardly. "You gotta lighten up, you're one redhead away from looking like the Children of the Corn."