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How happy Will was that Dustin got a girlfriend.
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finntheehumaneater · 2 months
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i owe you a black eye and two kisses (pt 5)
(Part one) (part six)
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hallo!! Sorry that I didn’t update last night, I had company over. I’m trying to write a little bit every day, since the chapters are short and it’s good practice for me :)
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Eddie wasn’t home when Steve and Wayne got back. He had left a note on the counter saying that he was out with his band, and for Wayne to start dinner without him. Steve saw Wayne frown as he read it, crinkling the note into a ball before stuffing it into the trash. 
“What’s wrong?” Steve asked quietly, watching Wayne’s stiff movements as he moved to lean against the counter, arms crossed over his chest and staring off at one of the cabinets. 
“Never really liked eating alone,” Wayne muttered, shrugging, but he seemed more upset about this than he was letting on. Steve felt confused—he always ate alone, really, since Tommy and him weren’t friends anymore. He used to come over for dinner to keep him company since his parents were out so much, but now it just felt weird to invite him. Since they hadn’t talked in a year.
“I could stay for dinner, if you'd like," Steve answered hesitantly, running a hand through his out-of-shape hair. “And if it’s not too much trouble.”
Wayne smiled, nodding and reaching out to pat Steve’s shoulder. “I’d like that.”
Steve Knew how to cook—he had to learn, since his parents were never home, and one could only eat so many TV dinners before they wanted to stab a fork through their skull—but he liked how happy Wayne looked as he showed him what to do. So he feigned cluelessness for a while, if only to watch the way that Wayne's eyes lit up.
They were making french-toast, since Wayne had told him that's what he and Eddie did on Sundays, now. Normally, Eddie would help make it, but since he was gone, Steve was happy to fill in for him. Still, there was something chewing away at him as he bobbed the piece of bread in the egg and milk. The feeling of guilt he had felt taking the bird. Both times he had been invited to do this—to get involved in a piece of history that wasn't his—but he still felt like he wasn't supposed to be there.
"I'm sorry for, like, intruding on tradition, like this,"Steve muttered, moving the piece of bread onto the pan on the stove.
He saw Wayne look up from where he had previously been cutting the tops off of strawberries. "Don't be, son. S'okay.”
“I get that Eddie doesn’t like me, but—“
“He likes you,” Wayne cut in, and Steve just stared down at the egg sizzling from its thin pool around the outside of the bread. "He just doesn't want you to know. 'Fraid that maybe you'll get rough with him after he opens up.”
Steve stayed quiet, feeling tears prickle behind his eyelids. He had already known that Eddie did n't trust him, but it still hurt to have it said out loud to him.
There was more silence as steve sprinkled cinnamon over the top of the bread, flipping it over. It looked a bit burnt on the underside.
"How come you don't wanna be home?" Wayne asked softly, and Steve looked over again.
"Hm?"
"Don't mind me for askin’, boy. M'only curious, That’s all. s’just—your house is nicer," Wayne explained, shrugging and moving past Steve to push the strawberry tops into the trash bin.
“I like it here,” Steve whispered, shrugging. “It's homey. And—my house is nice and all, but it's... empty. I keep everything the way my parents left it, and it...it doesn't look like anyone's ever called it a home. No photos, no...memories, I guess." Steve shrugged again, sighing.
Wayne didn't push Steve for further answers, only patted his shoulder gently when he walked past again and muttered a quiet, "Make sure you leave some for Eds."
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Wayne, after finding out that Steve's parents weren't home, had asked him to stay the night. He gave him an oversized green flannel and some shorts to change into—no matter how much Steve protested—made him sleep in Eddie's bed.
Eddie’s room was cluttered, but in an almost neat way. The Key word being: almost. There were stacks of books and drawings on the floor and on his desk, a few car magazines scattered here and there.
Steve had told Wayne that Eddie would just get mad at him when he saw Steve sleeping in his bed. Wayne had told Steve that this wasn't Eddie’s house, and that Eddie could either take the couch, or move the mattress from Wayne's closet into the back of his van again and sleep there.
Steve had folded his clothes and placed them on top of Eddie's dresser, the parable dove and the ring sat on top of his jeans. Steve understood that he was tall, but fuck Eddie's bed was small. Steve didn't understand how Eddie could fit in it.
It was comfortable enough, though but Steve wasn't really trying to sleep. It was inevitable that he was going to have a nightmare, and the achy feeling in his chest was crawling back, which made it even more impossible to close his eyes and rest.
He did eventually get some sleep, but only for an hour or two, before he woke up to the sound of yelling. Which, honestly, wasn’t uncommon when he slept over at someone’s house—since it was normally at Mike’s or Dustin’s, and those kids got fucking loud—but it still startled him. He sat upright, blinking the sleep out of his eyes and squinting through the darkness for a moment until his eyes adjusted and he could see the door.
“Oh, that is such bullshit,” he heard Eddie yell, and as he turned the corner to the rest of the trailer, he saw Wayne and Eddie standing by the door. Eddie’s head snapped over to Steve, glaring at him. He looked disheveled, his hair messed up and his t-shirt falling off of one of his shoulders.
Wayne ignored Steve, his eyes narrowing. “Maybe if you could keep a job, we wouldn’t have to sell so much of her stuff to Marge.” Wayne’s tone wasn’t at all hostile or accusing, but Eddie’s eyes widened like he had been slapped.
“I’m trying!” He says, his voice louder than before, his eyes watering. 
“I know you are,” Wayne says quietly. “I know, Eds. M’just trying to get you to understand—“
“No, you need to understand,” Eddie snapped, and Steve felt like he should just go back to Eddie’s room and let they deal with this in private, but he couldn’t bring himself to move away, and he felt awful for that. “I can’t keep doing this! Pretending like I’m okay while you throw away every single fucking piece of her I have left! I’m done.”
He grabbed his backpack that was sitting at his feet and wrenched open the door, slamming it shut. Wayne balled his hands into fists, and then took a deep breath and sighed, turning to Steve. “Sorry you had to see that, son.”
“Don’t be,” Steve said quickly, his cheeks flushed. “This is about…the stuff we brought over this afternoon, isn’t it?”
Wayne nodded and looked over his shoulder at the door. “He’ll be okay. This happens when we…when we have to do this.”
“Why do you have to give her stuff away? You said it was for money?” The question was innocent enough, but Steve still felt bad asking it. Wayne just nodded again and wiped his eyes.
“I’m old, kid. Can only work so much. Eddie, he’s…he’s not good at working when it comes to things he doesn’t really care about. To him—we’re fine and stable, because he doesn’t want to think otherwise. Blocks all that other stuff out and isn’t home all that much to see how it really is.” He sighed and ran a hand over his face, his voice shaking slightly when he spoke again. “It didn’t always used to be like this. He used to like being around me. I feel like he doesn’t anymore.”
“People…do this, I think,” Steve said thoughtfully as he sat down in front of Wayne and tugged his sneakers on. “He’ll come back around eventually. And I don’t know your nephew all that well, sir, but I can tell that he loves you. People can change”
Steve stood up and Wayne gave him a wobbly smile, nodding and looking away so that Steve couldn’t see the tears that dripped down his cheeks and onto the floor of the trailer. “You really are a good kid. I don’t know why Eddie always tells me otherwise.”
“People can change,” was all Steve repeated softly before opening the door and slipping outside. 
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Eddie was leaning against a tree when Steve finally caught a glimpse of him after a few minutes of searching—one of the big ones in the thin strip behind the trailer park before it hit the field, his shoulders shaking like he was crying—and when he saw Steve he ran.
Steve ran after him, pushing through the trees, the tall grass hitting his legs once he hit the field in a way that would have normally made him upset if he wasn’t in such a hurry. Eddie could run for a lot longer than he could, he found out.
“Eddie!” He shouted, and Eddie actually stopped, which was unexpected. Steve caught up to him in a minute, out of breath. 
He huffed, looking Eddie over. There were tears streaming down his face. “Jesus, man, you’re…fast,” he trailed off when Eddie practically threw himself at Steve, his arms wrapped around his neck. It startled Steve enough to almost make him fall flat on his ass, but he managed to wrap his arms around Eddie in time to hold him up so that they both didn’t fall over under his weight.
He heard Eddie sob, just once, and it was quiet and broken, and it made Steve ache even more inside. He tightened his grip on Eddie and let Eddie press his cheek into Steve’s shoulder, his nose squished against Steve’s neck.
“It’s okay,” Steve whispered, wishing that Eddie was maybe just a little less limp right now, because he was kind of falling over, still. He lowered Eddie and himself down, not surprised anymore when Eddie stayed half in his lap, unmoving, his breathing uneven. 
Steve could tell Eddie was trying not to cry. His knuckles were flushed—and so were his cheeks, probably—and his breath kept stuttering in quiet noises, making him flinch anytime they slipped out. 
Steve didn’t know what to say to make this better. With kids, it was easy, because you could just lie to them and tell them that it was fine and they believed you. With the kids he watched—they never really cried in front of him, and if they did, they didn’t want his help to calm down, they just wanted him to sit with them. But he didn’t know what Eddie wanted. 
And he knew it was a stupid question and that it probably wouldn’t help the situation, but he couldn’t help it when he asked, “Who was Antoinette?”
He heard Eddie sniffle, felt his breath against the side of his neck—something that definitely didn’t make heat rise to his cheeks—and sigh, his voice shaky. “My mom. She, uh…died a few years ago.”
Steve nodded, wrapping a finger around one of Eddie’s curls and tugging at it gently. Eddie made another sound at that, so Steve moved to scratching his fingers lightly through Eddie’s hair, working out the knots as they sat. His thighs were beginning to go numb under Eddie’s weight but he didn’t say anything about it. 
He felt Eddie lean into his hand slightly, and he moved his other arm down to Eddie’s waist. He had to keep reminding himself that this didn’t mean anything. Once this was over, he would go back to somehow fucking up his every move around Eddie, and Eddie would go back to hating him.
Still, he couldn’t deny that he liked this. Not seeing Eddie upset, but having him here, soft and quiet, not yelling at him or being snippy for once. He just wanted to be friends, and Eddie was making it so fucking hard. And confusing.
After a while more of sitting there, pins and needles shooting down his legs, he patted Eddie’s back softly, nudging him to sit up. Eddie’s eyes were red, and the collar of Wayne’s flannel that Steve had on was damp. Steve didn’t know why he did it, but he reached up to wipe some tears away. Eddie flinched back, his eyes wide, and Steve dropped his hand back down.
Steve stayed still as Eddie pushed himself off of him, wiping his eyes and looking down at Steve for a moment. He wasn’t exactly glaring, but the look was friendly, either. He rubbed at his arm, saying a quick and embarrassed “thanks,” before pushing back through the weeds and the tall grass.
Steve sighed, stretching out his legs and running a hand through his hair. The sky was only getting darker by the second, and if he didn’t get back to the trailer soon, he’d probably end up getting himself lost.
Once again, he thought to himself as he got up, there was no way in hell that they would be talking what just happened over—as much as he wanted that to happen.
But maybe Eddie really did like him, like Wayne had told him. Steve would be patient. He’d take this whole “friendship” thing one step at a time. For Eddie.
Hallo hallo!!! We are currently having a bit of a snowstorm at the moment, although it’s not as bad as it was twenty minutes ago, lmao. Most of this was copy and pasted from photos of notebook pages, so I wouldn’t be surprised if there are still a shit ton of mistakes I missed, haha.
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Falling, Falling All Over Again - Steve Harrington X Female Reader
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Title: Falling, Falling All Over Again
Steve Harrington X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Robin, Nancy (Mentioned), the Wheeler family (Mentioned), Steve's parents (Mentioned), and the Reader's parents (Mentioned)
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WC: 3,985
Warnings: Pre-Season 3, very brief mention of what happened in Season 2, banter, teasing, flirting, cursing, friends to lovers, reunion, and a lot of fluff
Today has been a slow day. Which was a bit odd for a weekend during the summer. The school - both of them - had been out for a couple of weeks at this point, and since then, Scoops Ahoy had been practically overflowing with teens excited about summer or little kids begging their mothers for ice cream at the new shop in the new mall. So, it being a weekend, during the summer, Steve thought that it would be another shift of chaos, but it was the total opposite. Around three hours into his shift, only thirteen customers had ordered their sweet-coned desserts from him. And that included Robin serving.
It was boring, and Steve knew that it was going to be when he applied for the job. The only times that it wasn't boring was when cute women were ordering from him or it was so busy that Steve's brain couldn't think about anything else but serving and scooping ice cream. By then, the word 'boring' was kicked out of the window and the wonderful word 'chaos' walked right on in. 
But today, as said before, Steve was bored out of his mind as he stood behind the counter, he leaned on his open palm, his elbow resting on the said counter; bent at the waist, staring off at nothing. His eyelids were drooped, mind elsewhere, away from his boring job, in his usually boring life, that he was thankful for, but he was so bored. It was practically killing him.
Robin slammed open the small window that separated herself in the breakroom from Steve, the sudden loud noise making Steve jump out of his skin a bit. Rapidly blinking, he pushed himself up to a slight slouch, turning his narrowed gaze towards her.
"Bored?" Robin asked, a grin on her face as her tone sounded more teasing than she actually meant to.
"Bored stiff," Steve replied. "I hope you're enjoying your break." He continued, but his own tone held no actual interest, more or so just annoyance towards the young woman; which was usual in their friendship.
Robin just continued to grin, raising her hand to show off the book in her hand; open, a couple of her fingers marking the page that she had been on. "I brought a book. So, yes, I am enjoying my break." Though, halfway through her sentence, her blue eyes strayed from his brown ones to look around the small soft-serve ice cream shop. "Got any more customers?" She asked with a small frown, only to continue, "Or have you been scaring them away?"
Steve huffed, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms, "I'm not scaring them away," He defended himself, "No one's come in for the past hour." He exclaimed. At this point, the irritation that he had previously been feeling turned into mild irritation, and the frown grew deeper into a scowl as he spoke.
Robin snorted. Her lips quirked upwards into a tiny smirk. "I would think that this would be great news, for you, that is. You know, no customers for you means that you can just let time pass you by before going home."
"No customers means that we won't get paid well this week," Steve muttered, though he didn't care that much about the paycheck he'd be getting, he was, though, a bit upset that there weren't any pretty ladies coming in there for a sundae. 
Robin hummed shortly, pressing her hands against the windowsill, a thoughtful look on her face before her slight pout turned back into a grin, "Well, my board's gonna get all dusty if this keeps up."
Steve groaned, that board. That board, a small whiteboard that Robin kept in the break room that nobody used, was his doom. His rack and ruin. Just thinking about that board, Steve felt as if the sun was beating down on him. As if the heat radiating from his skin could melt him, searing the words 'you suck' onto his back until they were burnt and melted completely into his flesh. Because if he had to deal with that stupid board one more time, he might go insane. Okay... Maybe he was overreacting, but it did get him down sometimes. He wanted to show Robin that he could win himself a girl, with his charm and good looks. 
"I don't know why you insist on using that dumbass whiteboard." Steve spoke up, leaning back against the counter, his arms still crossed, as Robin just shrugged her shoulders.
"It's fun to mark down your progress." She answered, "Well, not your progress, since, you know, you haven't gotten a date yet."
"Just because the five or so-"
"Six." Robin interrupted, but Steve waved her off.
"Whatever. Just because I couldn't get a date in those six or something situations, doesn't mean that the next girl that walks in here won't fall for my foolishly good looks." Steve argued, running a hand through his hair as Robin let out a mixture of scoff and laugh. "I've told you before, I've had tons of girlfriends, and a hell of a lot of girls after me back in high school."
"Mhmm, but you're not in high school anymore," Robin answered, and she did have a point. Back in high school, Steve was very popular, everyone wanted to be him, date him, whatever. King Steve. But, after everything that happened, that all changed. Steve changed. For the better. "And I hate to burst your bubble, but I've seen the way you act around girls... You're hopeless. I don't know how you survived so long in your last relationship." As she finished her words, Robin winced, obviously upset with herself at how harsh she suddenly sounded. "Sorry, that was a bit rude."
Steve shook his head, waving her off once again "Nah... It's fine. I get it." Looking down at his shoes, Steve shrugged, "I don't know how we had last that long either." He muttered.
"This is going to sound all... Mushy... But," Robin began, "Were you in love with her... Nancy?" 
Robin's sudden question made Steve think for a moment before he spoke, "I think I was in love with the idea of her. She was fun and liked taking risks... Like me..." Steve sighed, "But yeah, I think I was in love with the idea of her... And yeah I was still upset when we broke up, and I'll always care about her, but I think that ship has sailed." At that last part, Robin snickered, making Steve look up at her, his eyebrows furrowed. "What?"
"You said 'ship has sailed.'" She spoke, placing her free hand to cover her mouth slightly as she laughed lightly, "With you in that outfit, I just can't..."
Steve let out a dramatic huff, though, he was unable to stop the small smile from growing on his lips. "Anyway, if we're continuing with this mushy shit... I believe that I have been in love. Once. A long time ago."
This seemed to pique Robin's interest, leaning against the windowsill slightly as she tilted her head. "Oh, mysterious... Do tell me more."
Steve scoffed, shaking his head slightly, "Don't you have to get back to that book?"
"Nah," Robin answered quickly, pushing her book to the side, giving him her full attention, "This sounds so much more in-depth than any other romance novel that I've read, I'm dying to know about this girl that stole your heart back in Kindergarten."
For a moment, Steve stared at her with wide eyes, a small shocked expression forming on his face. Then, slowly his mouth formed an amused smirk. "It was in third grade. If you must know. She was new." As the sudden memories of you began to rush up to the forefront of his mind, Steve took a deep breath. He hadn't thought about you in a long time, maybe years. He wasn't sure. Swallowing thickly, Steve pulled at the collar of his sailor outfit before speaking, "Uh, well, the first memory I had of her was when she was introduced to the class. I remembered that she was super shy..." A small smile slowly tickled the corner of his lips, "She had been wearing two pink bows in her hair."
Robin mimicked the smile, resting one of her hands on her cheek, leaning onto it, "What was her name?" 
Steve paused for a moment. Not because he forgot your name. No... He could never forget your name. Or you in general. Your name just reminded him of the past too much. Of the things that you were to him. "Her name was Y/N." Steve breathed out, swallowing, "We became pretty fast friends. We played together, she'd come to my house during the summer, we spent a lot of time together." Ducking his head, he looked to the side, his eyes glazing over as he remembered you, "Once we got to seventh grade, that's when I knew I wanted to marry her. We used to joke about it all the time. I have no idea if she felt the same or if it was all to play around, but she used to call herself 'Mrs. Harrington'. We'd play house..."
"I bet that was a great ego boost."
Steve rolled his eyes. "Shut up, I'm pouring my heart out here." A little laughter escaped from Robin's lips, but Steve continued, "Anyway, we were really close. She was my best friend. She was... Everything..." Letting out a small cough, Steve pressed his fist to his mouth for a moment before awkwardly looking up with a grin that didn't really reach his eyes. "Uh, yeah... She was great."
He was trying to play it all off, not really used to spilling his feelings out. Not like this anyway. It was a bit embarrassing for some reason unknown to him. But it was nice to get to talk about you. He really missed you. A lot. You have helped him in so many ways. Being there for him when he was lonely and his parents weren't paying him any mind or were off on another business trip. You were always so bright, always smiling, seeing the beauty in everything and anything. It didn't seem like anything could bring you down. And even in your young teens, you had this power to bring Steve out of whatever darkness was holding him down. He missed your bright smiles, he missed your warm hugs, he missed your touch. It made his heart ache strangely like it was being tossed in a tornado, and it hurt, badly. 
Robin hummed, narrowing her eyes slightly, "Hmm, she seemed to mean a lot to you. Whatever happened to the both of you? Fight or something?"
"No, uh, she moved away before we got into high school. I have no idea where she is now or what she's doing." Steve frowned slightly. "Probably living in New York somewhere. She loved the idea of New York." A sigh left his lips, as he shook his head, "It's been a while since we last saw each other... If she remembers me at all."
Robin gave a sympathetic smile, "New York huh? Better than here. Bustling cities, tall buildings, noisy taxis, and people everywhere." She hummed thoughtfully.
"Yeah..." Steve agreed softly.
Robin smiled faintly, before she cleared her throat, snapping Steve from his thoughts once more as she shifted slightly, her eyes glancing to the side and back to the older teen. "We finally have a customer. I'll let you handle it. Good luck." She gave him a quick grin before shutting the small window.
Sighing, Steve let out a breath from his nose, shutting his eyes and squaring his shoulders. Running a hand through his hair, he turned, "Ahoy thereeee..." Steve's voice trailed off, his eyes now open and wide as he stared right at you. 
You looked a bit different. Your hair was different, sense of style... But the way you smiled and that shine was in your eyes, they were still the same. Still you. The feeling that Steve had from earlier returned with a vengeance, along with something else, and you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, absolutely loving his reaction. "Hey there, handsome. Long time no see."
"Y/N?" Steve replied, still shocked - that you were there, in front of him, and that you remembered him - his brown eyes flickering rapidly over your figure before settling back to your eyes. He's got to be dreaming.
"Yeah, it's me. In the flesh." You tilted your head. "And look at you, Steven, all grown up." You then gestured with a hand, "You're even taller than me. And I thought I'd stay the tall one."
Steve was still in shock, mouth hung agape as he stared right at you. The words that were running in his head seemed to dry up upon reaching his tongue. God, your voice... You were breathtaking. You always had been, but now even more so. His heart was beating loudly in his chest as he stared at you, threatening to burst past his ribcage and out into the open. He felt his knees become weak, his hands feeling heavy, and his vision blurring slightly. It was like he had forgotten how to breathe. Like time itself had stopped, and he was suddenly transported back to before high school - a time when you were practically with him twenty-four-seven. But you were here. Staring right back at him. "Y/N... What..."
Pressing one of your palms against the counter, you leaned forward. Reaching out, you pressed the pads of your pointer and middle finger under his chin, gently closing his mouth, "I hope I didn't break you. You've hardly gotten a word out." You leaned back, feeling a bit awkward now. "I was hoping you'd be happy to see me..." Your words trailed off as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, taking a couple of steps backward - only now a couple of feet from the counter.
Snapping out of it, Steve shook his head, springing himself over the counter; not even bothering to walk around the damn thing. He just needed to be close to you, the fastest way possible. Before he could say anything, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you as close as he possibly could. Your body tensed up immediately at the sudden contact, letting out a small squeak of surprise, but your body relaxed and your eyes fluttered closed almost instantly.
Steve buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply, "God, I missed you."
You swallowed hard. The only reply that came out was a quiet "I missed you too," which was enough for him to hear, your hands quickly wrapping around his waist, holding onto him just as tight.
Robin, hearing the small commotion that sounded from Steve's sudden bounding over the counter, couldn't help but be curious and walk out of the breakroom. Upon seeing Steve, holding onto some stranger, Robin paused before rushing over. "I'm sorry, but is he bothering you?" She asked you, making you lift your head from Steve's chest. Instead of the fear in your eyes that Robin was prepared for, she was met with your bright eyes and equally bright smile.
"He's fine. I was expecting something like this..." You wiggled slightly in Steve's hold, offering your hand out to the dirty blonde. "I'm Y/N. Steven's best friend."
Robin's eyes widened, her shock quickly being covered with her excitement. "Y/N? Really? We were just talking about you!" She exclaimed, making you raise an eyebrow. "I finally got this one to break and tell me a bit more about his past. I'm Robin by the way. I love your shoes!" She continued, taking back her hand after the handshake before gesturing to your red Converse.
"Thanks, I like yours too." You returned your hand around Steve's side, "I've never dared to doodle on mine. I worry I'll mess up or something." You chuckled lightly, making Steve's heart soar. He loved your laugh.
Steve glanced up at you, unable to take his eyes away from you. There were so many things that he wanted to say, ask you. But instead, he remained silent. He had missed you more than he thought possible. As you continued to talk to Robin, head resting on his chest, Steve slowly raked his fingers through your hair, marveling over how soft it felt beneath his fingers. His heart began beating faster again as he ran his fingers through your hair, his gaze lingering on the strands that fell back into place perfectly. Steve could feel the faint blush creeping across his cheeks as he sighed contently. You were here.
"Stevie, you're gonna put me to sleep if you keep doing that." Your melodic voice spoke to him, making him freeze, his hand then landing on your waist. His eyes finally met yours, softening as he took in the look on your face, the happiness that was shining in those gorgeous eyes of yours. "Is everything okay?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, everything's good. Everything's perfect." He responded, giving you a small smile, "Just really glad to see you."
Robin looked between the both of you, really taking notice of the way Steve was looking at you, making her smile. Steve's brown eyes were soft, and slightly lidded as he smiled warmly at you. The way he held you, close to his chest, the way he looked at you... Yeah, he did love you. Robin saw it. It was obvious. And never had she seen him act so... So... Soft. Not to mention the fact that the two of you looked at each other as if you were the only two people in the world. The love that was radiating off of them, it made her heart swell.
Silently, Robin headed back to the breakroom. Pushing the window open, she glanced back over at you and Steve as she opened the cap of the whiteboard marker, and without a second thought, she drew one line under 'you rule.'
"I missed you so much, Y/N/N," Steve muttered, his head coming back up to cup your warm cheek, "I never thought I'd see you again."
"Me neither," You admitted quietly, leaning against his touch. "My father got a job back here in Indiana. We live a town away. But I had to come see you. I didn't know if you'd still be in Hawkins. I checked everywhere. And I found you."
A fond smile crossed Steve's lips as he watched you lean against him. His gaze lingered on you for another moment before he sighed softly, tightening his grip on you as he nodded slowly. "You found me..." Steve murmured, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. "I knew you would someday."
"I'm glad I did today..." You answered, looking up at him from beneath your thick lashes, almost nervously giving him a small smile.
"Why's that, sweetheart?" Steve asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"Well," You paused for a second, flushing at his sudden sweet touch, "I'm glad I found you today because..." A mischievous sparkle appeared in your eye as you looked up at Steve, a look that Steve knew well. "I get to see you in this cute little sailor getup you got going on." You winked, causing a deep red flush to spread over Steve's cheeks.
"Sailor getup?" He raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit embarrassed since he hated the outfit with every fiber of his being.
"Mmmhmm," You nodded. "It brings out your eyes."
"Oh, does it?" Steve teased, glancing down at himself briefly, "You really like it?"
Biting your lip, you briefly glanced down at him, letting your eyes rake over his body before meeting his eyes one more, "Absolutely, Steven." You muttered, reaching up with one hand to grab the red ties of his flap collar. "I love my men in uniform." Your words caused Steve's breath to catch in his throat as your fingertips then slid along his jawline; his own eyes locking onto your lips. But before he could even fathom coming up with anything to say in response, you reached up with that same finger and booped him right on the nose. "Boop!" You exclaimed happily, giggling a little at the surprised expression that flashed across his face.
"Hey! Stop that!" He complained, his heart beating rapidly as his stomach filled with ten thousand more butterflies - joining the million that were already in there. 
But you just laughed even harder, burying your face into the crook of his neck as tears filled your eyes. "That wasn't very nice of me, was it?" You cooed, chuckling.
Steve gave a slight shake of his head before letting out a sigh, "So mean to me..."
"Oh, you love me." You added with a grin, lifting your head back up to look at him.
Shaking his head, Steve chuckled. "Don't put words in my mouth." But he knew it was true. He knew he had no choice but to fall in love with you. Let himself fall back in love with you. And Steve didn't hesitate, nor did he take a moment to think about it. Even though his heart ached a little, knowing that you were right in front of him, he would gladly lay down his life for you. Because even after all these years, and especially now, you were the most important person in his life. "How long will you be staying for?" He questioned after a few moments of silence.
You shrugged your shoulders. "Not sure yet. I'm not ready to go back home just yet." You replied honestly, "I'm staying at the Wheelers for the time being." You continued, Steve inwardly cringing at your words.
Why? Why, world, why?
You notice the slight hint of discomfort that washed over Steve's features, making you raise an eyebrow but you don't question him. Fidgeting with the red tails of his collar, you pouted lightly, looking up at him. Even after all these years, after five years, Steve still looked breathtaking. His eyes were still the beautiful chocolate brown that you adored, the strong jaw, the broad shoulders, the amazing brown hair. You couldn't get enough of him. He was simply too perfect. 
And it was plain to see that over the years, Steve had changed, and so did you. It was inevitable. Over the years, you were able to hide most of your feelings, and you felt as if it was the same for Steve. But for you, for both of you, it was so easy to just let your walls down. It always has been. Ever since the day when you first met. 
"Well," You sighed out, looking up at him with a small smile, "I'll let you get back to work. I still have to unpack." You finished, as Steve stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.
"Don't leave me." He muttered, his hands tightening on your waist, "I just got you back."
"I know, Stevie-pie," Oh, how he missed that nickname. "But, I think I'll need someone to be my tour guide for when I go around and see all the new things that this crappy town has to offer." You returned his pout with your own, "Think you'll have enough time out of your very busy day tomorrow for little ol' me?"
Steve shook his head with a smirk, his lips curving up into a genuine grin, "Always got time for you, Y/N."
"You're too good to me." You sighed, reaching your hand up, taking off his little sailor hat to run your fingers through his hair once, and the one movement made Steve shiver from head to toe.
"What can I say?" Steve leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to your forehead. "You bring out the best in me."
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Should I make a part 2? Let me know! <3 Thanks for reading!
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Billy Hargrove x Reader- Bumpy Ride.
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Billy Hargrove x F!Reader.
Smut.
The one where neither of you can wait until you reach privacy.
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The bass of 'Super Freak' by Rick James played through the speakers of your boyfriends '1979 Chevrolet Camaro Z-28', as he drove through the dimly lit, fairly empty road ahead of you both. Billy was tapping his wheel to the beat of the song playing from the car, but it faded into background noise as you stared at his beauty. Taking in each feature of his face, with feelings of both adoration and lust.
His father had forced him to take his little sister to her friends house, and he was too tired to get into another meaningless argument with him, therefore he took Max to her friends home, other than not wanting to have another few bruises marking his skin, he also knew that you, his beautiful girlfriend, lived in a house that was on the way to the location he was heading, once he had gotten rid of Max, he'd have a peaceful moment with you all alone. Billy simply wanted you all to himself.
Billy was dressed in those tight blue jeans that fit him so well, even when he was sat on the car seat, you could picture how gorgeous his ass looked in the denim material. He was also in that burgundy button down that you absolutely adored, however only three buttons were done up, towards the bottom of the shirt exposing his toned stomach, the simply sight of him was getting y/n worked up, her eyes constantly glacing down towards Billys exposed body. He was also in a brown jacket however you didn't see much of that as the second Max had left the car, it was thrown into the back seat, allowing the girl to have an easier view of the lack of skin his top is covering.
One of his hands were placed on the wheel of his car, tapping away to the music, however you payed no attention to what that hand was doing as his other hand was unknowingly caressing your inner thigh, he does this everytime you are in his car, he pretends to not realise how your skin pricks up when his hands is inches away from your core, acts as though he doesn't notice when you flinch you legs ever so slightly together whilst he rubs the bare skin of your inner thigh ever so softly. Each time he smirks to himself, but it always goes unnoticed, he especially enjoys watching the pleasure on your face, which you do not realise is so evident, when he removes his hand to light a cigarette, the sight of your boyfriend inhaling the cancer inducing stick also fuels something inside of you, you find enjoyment in watching him do something so simple, so sexily, however you'd much prefer his hand teasing the in between on your legs.
You simply couldn't bring yourself to remove your eyes from your boyfriend, his hair slightly messier than usual, you could tell he had been constantly running his fingers through it stressfully before finally giving in to dropping his sister off- you smiled at the thought. His face looked so handsome, you always thought he was the most beautiful boy to exist however tonight just felt different to most nights. You cared a little differently about not being touched up by him, almost as though you craved him, needed nothing more than his hands on you.
He was still soley focused on the road ahead, alongside the cig placed between his fingers, you sighed to get some attention whilst slightly fidgeting in your seat to insinuate that you needed him, your sight and attention never leaving his figure. He side eyed you before focusing his attention back on to the road ahead, smiled deviously at your behaviour, "you're staring." You gently giggle at his statement, edging the seat, to be as close as physically possible to him, "You look so sexy when you drive Billy" you smile innocently, resting your head in your hands, your elbows leaning on the arm rest of the car, "just cant resist you" you press your lips together, before sitting back into your seat normally. "You're so cute" Billy chuckles, not even sparing you a glance, before throwing his cigarette out of the window and placing his hand back onto your thigh, squeezing it gently causing you to slightly flinch out of pure bliss.
Billy glanced over at you smirking at how pathetically touch deprived you looked, practically squirming in the seat beside him, he gave your thigh another gentle squeeze, resulting in your thighs pressing themselves together. Billy gave you no warning he was coming over, therefore you dressed yourself quickly, putting on a short skirt and a big top, under the skirt you were covered by an extremely thin pair of panties, so currently your core is even more sensitive to Billys sweet touch. He kept his hand in the position, as you clearly enjoyed that, however he was still trying to keep composure due to his current position of driving, begging he'd find an appropriate place to park up soon.
You confidently reached over and placed your hand on your boyfriends inner thigh, feeling him slightly tense up under your touch, you could see his face heat up as he muttered your name sternly, whilst trying his hardest not to lose all concentration of the road and enjoy your touch. "Y/n", he said this time a little louder, attempting to keep assertiveness in his voice, you simply hummed at the sound of your name being spoken, smiling devilishly as your eyes meet his, you feel him shift slightly as you lightly stroke his thigh. "Y/n, im driving", Billy slightly groaned, trying his best not to lean his head back whilst you please him.
"I know." you mutter, unbuttoning his tight jeans, eyes fully focused on his crotch, you feel him gently hoist himself up so you can pull them down, you giggle at the action before tugging at his jeans so theyre simply hanging at this ankles. You feel his hand once again caressing your inner thigh causing you to smile up at him, which resorts in him pressing a kiss against your head before focusing his eyes back on to the road, making you to hum in delight before continuing what you are doing. Your hands slowly tease his tip, making Billy flinch at the sudden touch of his slowly throbbing member. His focus on the road became more intense as he tried his hardest not to lose total control to your manipulation, groans leaving his lips as your fingers toyed more with the tip of his penis. He felt you spread your legs welcoming his hand further into your middle, making his hand grip onto the wheel, trying his hardest to regain full concentration.
Billys mouth dropped as he let out a low groan, his hand turning red as he tightened his grip further onto the wheel. He was so close to slamming his foot on the breaks and feeling pure bliss, you were driving him crazy, his cheeks were now turning red, as he drove along the road, looking around for anywhere to stop the car so he could destroy your dripping core.  He eventually reached his breaking point as he felt you lick the veins on the sides of his pulsing cock, he needed you right now, he couldn't take the teasing anymore, he quickly pulled over into an dark alleyway, knowing it was night time and his windows were slightly tinted, he was certain you wouldnt get caught. You pulled away from Billy as the car stopped, smiling at him with pure lust in your eyes, "you are the devil" he lowly chuckles, with pure sexual desire in his tone of voice before instantly pulling you intto the long awaited kiss you were desperate for, your tounges messily found eachother, whilst you both let out desperate moans. Billys hand wrapped around your throat, making you squeeze your thighs together in enjoyment at his sweet touch, you fidgeted slightly towards Billy so you could unbuckle your seat belt leaning more into the kiss, needing to be closer to him. Billy gently pulled away, making you extremely needy and moaning at the lack of touch, he placed a kiss on the corner of your lips before reaching eagerly for the lever on his seat causing the chair to fall back, keeping his eyes focused solely into yours, smirking suggestively for you to get on top of him.
"Fuck baby." Billy moaned out as you sat back, the windows of the car were already fogging up, as you took all of Billys member inside of you, grinding your soaked cunt up and down him as you moaned in pleasure at the feeling of Billys cock filling your insides. Billy watched in pleasure, with a smirk covering his face as you took his dick with ease, he couldn't resist the sight of your tits slightly bobbing in front of his face, he rather agressivley spanked your right breast, causing you to whimper before pressing his mouth onto your nipple, leaving marks across your breast. His marks of possession slowly lead up to your neck as he puts a hand in your hair, pulling you towards him as you hips are still working wonders, he messily digs his teeth into your neck in several spots, finding your sweet spot, leading you to buck your hips on top of him as he smirks into your neck before proceeding. He presses a small kiss against your mouth before sliding his hands back down to your ass, holding himself up so he can pound himself into you, making you shake in pleasure, moans loudly leaving your body and Billy slams every inch inside of you. Your walls clenched around him as his hips clap against your ass, causing you to bite your lip and hold you head back to hold in your orgasm. His hands gripped your ass hard as he held you in place, continuing to pound himself into you, as you grinded your cunt against his cock, whimpering as he reached all your best spots. 
You moaned out, gripping onto Billys shoulders as you rid out your high, Billy let out a groan as he takes your face into his hands and keeps his lips lingering on your forhead as you both came at the same time, moans from both of your lips echoing throughout the car. Billys pace slowed down as he got more breathless, sweat dripping down his forehead, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you as he let out low moans. To hush your moans he kissed you, as he filled you up completely, feeling his warm fluids flow through your cunt, you let out a soft moan at the feeling, you two are messily exploring eachothers mouths with your tounges as he drains himself inside of you, loud moans echoing around you both as you both finish fulfilling your pleasures.
Billy layed back on to his chair breathlessly, holding you in his arms whilst you press your head against his chest, his cock still twitching inside of you, you could hear his heart beating ever so quickly. You both peacefully layed in one anothers arms, the only thing breaking the silence being the sound of yours and Billys heavy breathing, as you regained composure. You slowly pulled yourself off of him, as he slightly moves up the reclined chair, you sat between his legs, you both watching his warm cum drip out of you, he sits up slowly his fingers reaching to touch your core, gathering up a mixture of both of your fluids and bringing his fingers to your lips. You slowly suck the substance off of his fingers, smiling at his as you do so and pressing your lips together. "You're so beautiful" he whispers before pressing a kiss against your lips softly, making you shyly smile before pulling up the chair recliner and settling yourself back onto his chest, making Billy engulf you in his arms once again, pressing a another sweet kiss onto your head. You both sat in a peaceful silence before Billy spoke up, "Me listening to my dick of an old man payed off for once" he laughed, making you look up into his eyes, smiling at his statement before resting your head back onto his chest. "I guess we should head back" you mutter quietly into his chest, not wanting to ruin the moment, however he leans his head back onto the cars head rest, his grip tightening around your waist as he closes his eyes shut before letting out a low, sad hum, "few more minutes".
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okay but listen i rlly love that idea of season 3 but with Eddie coming to scoops ahoy to annoy Steve and i wanna see more of it lol
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silver-of-dragons · 2 years
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y'all say that steve's bisexual awakening was eddie, but real one's know it was the jazzercise guy
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The Battle of Starcourt Mall
pairing: steve harrington x female byers!reader
WC: 6.8K
warnings: cursing, blood. think that’s it…
summary: the final boss level
A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-
so what i’ve decided to do is stop this chapter after the fire and since the last like ten minute take place three months later i’ve decided to use that for my in betweens. kinda weird ik BUT THIS IS MY FIC I DO AS I PLEASE!!!!
@alecmores​ 🫶🏻 the best proofreader
series masterlist / steve harrington
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It was a scene from a horror movie.
Tears of blood dripped from El’s nose as she continued her wails of pain, her screams filling the empty mall. Beneath the skin of her injured leg, something squirmed restlessly. It pushed at her flesh, trying to break to the surface and it was only making her cry and squeeze Mike’s hand tighter.
“What is that?” Erica leaned in for an inspection. “There’s something in there.” Was Mike’s simple answer. 
El screamed higher, “No!” “Jesus Christ,” A mutter from Dustin’s lips.
Jonathan pushed off the floor and talked over El’s vocals, “Keep her talking. Keep her awake, okay?” And he ran off to the food court.
El’s chest was panting slower and her eyes blinked slowly a few times. Mike started to shake her shoulder, “Hey, hey, hey. Stay awake, stay awake.” He looked to Dustin for assistance, “Let’s get her on this side, on this side.”
Nancy and Steve rushed to aid their help, El now leaning her back on Mike’s chest. “You know, it’s not actually that bad,” Robin spoke for the first time after five minutes, a new record for her. “There was a… The goalie on my soccer team, Beth Wildfire, this other girl slid into her leg and the bone came out of her knee. Six inches or something, it was insane.” Everyone’s eyes were on her, wondering why she was telling this story.
“Robin,” Steve called her. “Yeah?” She breathly exhaled as she looked at him. “You’re not helping.” “I’m sorry.”
You looked up when Jonathan came rushing back, his sneakers squeaking on the polished tiles. He held a kitchen knife and a wooden spoon in his left hand. “Okay. Alright, El?” A courtesy question. “This is gonna hurt like hell, okay?”
Her sobs shook her petite frame, “Okay,” Wrapped in snot and tears.
“Need you to stay real still.” He used the calm adult voice that he pulled on you and Will if either of you got hurt. He slipped flimsy prep gloves on his dormant hand. “Here, you’re gonna want to bite down on this okay?” Passing the spoon into Mike’s outstretched hand and he placed it between her teeth as she bit hard.
Jonathan held the knife and lowered it slowly to the wound. “Holy shit. Holy shit.” Dustin repeated as Jonathan sank the sharp point into her infected wound. Her screams were still loud even with her mouth muffled. 
“I’m gonna be sick,” Talking to yourself with sweaty hands holding the queasiness inside. Steve’s larger stature blocked the gruesome sight from your tired eyes. A hand pushing your face into his chest. The noises, El’s screams, and sobs mixed with everyone’s gasps or whines echoed in your eardrums. You couldn’t see what was happening after the cut was made, but it wasn’t any better. Nancy screamed Jonathan’s name and he yelled back, “Stop talking! God damn it!”
Then El’s cracked and tired voice, “No! Stop it!” Grunts followed with a whimper, “I can do it.”
You moved your head when everything grew silent. You were still tucked into Steve as you watched El sit up and stretched out her right arm over the bleeding wound. Her arm shook from all the energy that was being spent from her, all eyes watching as she hurt herself. Her screams grew in volume as the unknown was wiggling away from her telepathic grasp. They grew loud in frustration that the lights flickered and the glass from Levi’s display shattered to pieces, Steve turned your body away from the specks.
With some more steam power, El was able to grip the unknown and tug it out of her body. It was a small thing, almost looking like charred flesh as she held it in front of her face. With a grunt she threw it a foot away, all of you just watching as it slowly crawled further away. No one made a move to finish the job as you were all stunned when Hopper stomped a giant black boot hard into the creature.
And there stood an odd trio. Joyce, Hopper, and some bushy-bearded balding man (who was dressed in some short shorts) you didn’t know.
Only took one minute max before your brain kicked into gear. You untangled yourself from Steve’s protective hold and took one, two, three hesitant steps as you croaked, “Mom?” She moved away from the taller men and you rushed forward into her open arms. You almost knocked her over with the force of missing her touch and gentle pets.
“Oh, my sweet girl.” She shushed you and held you tight. Salty tears webbed your lashes together and marked her flannel top. You almost worried she was a mirage, a figment of your tired and bruised brain to keep you calm in a stressful moment. But she was real, you could tell by the way she held you tighter and tucked her face into your neck.
“I’ve missed you.” A whispered confession. “I’ve missed you too, honey. I’ve missed you too.”
Her hands grabbed your upper arms and pulled you away, motherly touches pushed loose hair and flyaways. Her palms cupped your cheeks like you were fine china as she examined your Russian party gifts. “What happened to my beautiful girl?
Your bottom lip wobbled as you joked, “Russian bullies. It’s been a long day, Mom.” Her open brown eyes started to gloss over with wet tears and you couldn’t have that. So you jumped to ask, “Where- Where have you been? And-” You looked over her shoulder to look at the unknown man beside Hopper, “-Who is that man?”
Her tangled curls swung with the motion of her head while peeking at the men and then back to you, “Oh, uh… Also Russian stuff.” You couldn't help the high raise of your mouth as you sputtered, “Wh-What? More Russians?”
“Uh…Why don’t we all go sit down? All of us and just go over everything.”
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“The Mind Flayer built this monster in Hawkins, to stop El, kill her, and pave a way into our world,” Mike spoke with his hands while giving the simple details of the events leading up to tonight for their group. Nancy also pitched in, “And it almost did. That was just one tiny piece of it.”
Everyone congregated by the turned-off fountain, standing in a circle. Hopper and El sat on the wooden bench beside the structure as he held a wet paper towel to her forehead and she sipped quietly on her straw. Joyce sat next to her as she rewrapped the wound closed. And even though you knew the time wasn’t right for couple displays, you couldn’t help but sink into Steve’s arms as he held you to his chest. His chin rested at the crown of your head as you held his hands in their infinity hold.
“How big is this thing?” Hopper asked. His eyes checked over El as Jonathan answered “It’s big. Thirty feet, at least.”
“Jesus,” You whispered just imagining something that huge. Probably takes up the whole space of the mall where you’re all talking. “It sorta destroyed your cabin,” Lucas tacked on. You heard the deep sigh from Hopper and Lucas’, “Sorry.”
“Okay, so, just to be clear,” Steve’s chest vibrated into your back with his talking, “This… This big fleshy spider thing that hurt El, it’s some kind of gigantic…weapon?” Your scalp tingles from the movement of his chin.
“Yes,” Nancy replied quickly. Her features turned a bit annoyed and you wanted to get defensive with her. But Steve continued to ask his question about this…fleshy monster. “But instead of, like, screws and metal, the Mind Flayer made its weapon… with melted people.”
“Yes, exactly.” Her permed hair hits her face. You felt Steve shrug his shoulders, “Yeah, okay. I- Yeah, I’m just making sure.” He tugged you even closer into his body. You gave his hands three squeezes.
“Are we sure this thing is still out there, still alive?” Joyce questioned. “El beat the shit out of it,” Max pointed out, “But, yeah, it’s still alive.” Disappointed evident in her tone.
“But if we close the gate again-” “We cut the brain off from the body.” “And kill it. Theoretically.” Will, Max, then Lucas finished the single train of thought.
Everyone went quiet again. They were probably thinking of the next plan of action, the attack plan to bring the demon to the ground. You were just hearing white noise and staring blankly at all the different shoes as you tried to blanket Steve over you. You were so close to the end, you had to keep reminding yourself about that, it’ll be all over tonight and everything can go back to its relative normal.
A loud shout of, “Yoo-hoo!” Bounced in the empty space followed by paper rustling. Steve turned the both of you at an angle to see that the mystery man, Murray, was waving yellow papers in the air. He bypassed the group and stopped in front of the dining table as he slammed the papers down. He looked over his shoulder and frantically waved his arms while yelling, “Class! Over here! Over here!” And everyone internally groaned as you took the short trip.
You stuck near the back, Steve leaning over your shoulder as the both of you looked down at the lined paper to try and make sense of the drawing before your eyes.
“Okay, this is what Alexei called “the hub”.” You wanted to ask who this Alexei was but stayed quiet. “Now, the hub takes us to the vault room.” Murray slid his finger down the drawn path.
“Okay, where’s the gate?” Hopper inquired. Murray took a moment before, “Right here.” Pointing at a different section on the paper map. “I don’t know the scale on this, but I think it’s fairly close to the vault room, maybe fifty feet or so.” Dragging his pointer finger from end to end.
“More like five hundred.” Erica’s snarky voice stopped the adults as she walked toward them. “What, you’re just gonna waltz in there like it’s commie Disneyland or something?”
You noted the raise of Hopper’s brows at Erica’s tone and Murray vocally asked, “I’m sorry, who are you?” “Erica Sinclair. Who are you?” Sassying the bald man back. His expression was plain and simple as he said his first and last name.
“Listen, Mr. Bunman,” Purposely mispronounces his last name, “I’m not trying to tell you how to do things, but I’ve been down that shithole for twenty-four hours.” Turning away from Murray and directly looking into Hopper’s eyes, “And with all due respect, you do what this man tells you, you’re all gonna die.” Hopper’s brows scrunched in the middle.
You would say she’s exaggerating, but knowing what was down there, they didn’t know what they could be walking into. Their schematics were just based on one person’s view, not knowing the actual distance from room to room. So yeah, they would be in danger.
“I’m sorry, why is this four-year-old speaking to me?” “Um, I’m ten, you bald bastard!”
“Erica!” Both you and Lucas called for her to stop. Shocked by all this language she most likely learned from the boys. “Just the facts!” Defending herself to her brother.
“She’s right.” Dustin stepped beside her, taking her side. “You’re all gonna die, but you don’t have to. Excuse me. Sorry, may I?” Pointing at Murray’s paper. The man flashed a sarcastic smile and shook his head with a, “Please,” Tacked on.
Dustin and Erica took a seat at the table, Dustin grabbing a pen from his pocket and pointing at a square box. “Okay, see this room here? This is a storage facility.” He circled it. “There’s a hatch in here that feeds into their underground ventilation system.” He then took the pen and drew a line to the over end of the paper, “That will lead you to the base of the weapon.”
“Wait, sorry.” Suddenly speaking up, eyes on you. “Was this where the two of you went when we got taken?” Just needed clarification. “Duh,” Was Erica’s only answer. “Okay. Continue.” Stepping into Steve’s chest, his arms thrown over your stomach.
“It’s a bit of a maze down there, but between me and Erica, we can show you the way.” Full seriousness in Dustin’s words as the two nodded together.
“You can show us the way?” The tone of voice he used was a mix of confusion and amusement. Two kids acting all high and mighty with more information than the adults. Dustin held a hand towards Hop, “Don’t worry, you can do all the fighting and the dangerous hero shit, and we’ll just be your… navigators.”
One nod of his head before a simple, “No,” fell from his lips. And this was exactly the reason you wanted Hopper to know about this from the beginning. “Nope.” A second confirmation at the two before he walked away. You were so happy you didn’t have to be the adult in the situation anymore.
Everyone split up into their different groups until it was time to fully split up. You, Robin, and Steve walked to Hut Sam. All of you hopped onto the counter, Robin with her legs crossed as she held her ankles and leaned her head to the wall. You and Steve sat near the end with your legs mindlessly kicking the air, Steve’s left hand in your grasp as you played with his fingers, specifically his marriage finger.
“Hey,” The single word ghosted your ear. At normal speed, you moved your attention away from his rough hand and moved your eyes onto his damaged face. Your right hand moved to touch the side of the swollen eye, the pads of your fingers touching him as if he was fine china. One wrong move and he’ll break into millions of tiny pieces. “Oh, my Stevie.”
He moved his head quickly so he could plant a lingering kiss on the heel of your hand before fully leaning into your touch. “I’m sorry. Again. For this.” He slipped two fingers under the hem of your shorts, his thumb sat on the scratchy material. 
“I forgive you.” At this point you truly do. It seemed no matter what you could have done, the horrors of Hawkins will always find a way to pull your group of family back into its pull. “I just… I just want you to listen to me. How I’m feeling when it comes to getting involved. Don’t disregard my feelings, you and I, along with everyone, have some sort of trauma they’ve taken from this. And you might hide it or joke about it, but you know I suffer because of it every day or night.”
Steve made sure he was looking directly into your eyes, his hand holding your thigh. “I know, I will. I got swept up in- in- I don’t even know. But if you need to, slap me, hit me, yell at me. Anything to make sure it gets through my thick skull, I don’t want to be the cause of your pain and sadness.”
Both of you sat in silence, hands touching any space of skin. You moved your hand from his cheek and used your thumb and index finger to hold Steve’s chin and pull him to you. It was a press of chapped lips before it moved to a slow dance that ended too short for comfort. Steve gave a quick peck before fully leaning away, a pleasant smile as he was bathed in the neon of pink and purple.
“Lovebirds!” Your heads snapped in the direction of the shout. Dustin waved a hand frantically and you both knew it meant there was a mission to be conducted. Steve moved first and grabbed your hand to pull you behind him. Dustin threw a set of keys that Steve was able to catch mid-air, “What’s this for?”
“Car out front,” Hopper stated. Dustin, Erica, and Robin were already heading in the direction of the front doors before the two of you caught up. You yelled, “See you later!” To everyone you were leaving behind.
Steve pushed the door open and then whistled, “Oh, man, now this… this is what I’m talkin’ about!” Excited about the open cruiser.
“Toddfather?” Robin questioned as the both of you spotted the license plate. You grimaced while walking to the passenger side. “Oh, screw Todd! Steve’s her daddy now.” He jumped into the driver's seat while you processed his words.
“Did you just talk about yourself in the third person?” “Did he just call himself daddy?” Robin and Erica are questioning your boy. You still needed to process the way Steve called himself daddy.
“Ew, gross. (Y/n), you better not be into that.” Robin whacked your shoulder from behind. You could only shake your head.
“All right, where are we going?” Steve turned the engine on. “Weathertop,” Dustin said over his shoulder. Steve turned in his seat, “Weather-what?”
“Just drive!” “Okay. Jesus!”
Steve threw his arm behind your seat and reversed the car before changing to drive and speeding out of the empty parking lot.
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You weren’t sure how long the drives had been so far, but you know you’re far away from Starcourt now. The wind was wiping your sweaty hair into knots, smacking your eyes, and getting stuck in your mouth. Steve had a radio station turned to twenty, loud enough over the howling wind.
“Jesus, how far is this place, man?” Steve’s hands squeezed and loosened the leather steering wheel.
“Relax. We’re almost there.” Was Dustin’s only answer to Steve’s question. The older boy sighed and you noted the quick eye roll before he stepped hard down on the gas. Car going ninety in a sixty-five.
“Suzie must be pretty special, huh?” Robin shouted over the different sounds to talk to Dustin. “I mean, if you built this thing and lugged it all the way to the middle of nowhere just to talk to her?”
You turned in your seat, left side pressed to the leather so you could see everyone in the backseat. Robin is in the middle with the two kids on either side.
Dustin grinned at the mention of his Suzie. “I mean, nobody’s scientifically perfect, but Suzie’s about as close to being perfect as any human could possibly be.” And the sweet answer made you coo at the young ‘love’.
“She sounds made up to me,” Erica added her two cents. “Does she sound made up to you?” The words pointed at Steve then you.
“No, of course not!” Quickly saying your answer, even if you still weren’t one hundred percent. Steve stayed quiet as he looked your way and into the rearview mirror. As discreetly as you can, you backhanded his outer thigh.
“Why are you hesitating, Steve?” Dustin leaned forward. “I’m- I’m- I’m not! I’m not!” Shifting his hands, one on the wheel and the other in the air flinging about. “I think she sounds real. You know, totally, absolutely real.”
He looked your way and you widened your eyes to silently communicate, “Really?” Your scrutinizing of Steve’s words was shut off when Dustin shouted, “Left. Turn left.”
“There’s not a road here.” Nothing but fields of grass. But Dustin was insisting, “Turn left now!”
“Jesus! Hang on!” Steve’s right hand held your thigh as he turned the wheel sharply on his left. Everyone was thrown from the quick force and then jolted from the bumpy road and the wired fence the car drove through.
“Whoa! Henderson, where are we going?!” “Up!”
The radio song was fitting with the lyrics syncing to the situation. The car was going up a steep hill and it was slow as it got higher.
“Oh, Jesus!” “We’re not gonna make it!” Robin yelled in your ear. Steve pressed the gas to the floor. “Yes, we are. Come on, baby. Come on, baby!” And if you weren’t stressed your mind would have gone to places from the last few days.
When the car reached the peak the engine strained under the gravity and dirt. Steve stomped the gas pedal multiple times, “Come on! Come on!” Grunted under his breath. The tires just screeched from the revving. “Guess the Toddfather had its limitations.” A mindless comment as you looked toward Steve. And sighed then shut the car off.
Everyone hopped out of the car and trucked up the last couple of feet. Your thighs burned and chested huffed, never one for the exercise of any sort…well only the fun kind.
“I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.” Wasting your breath just to grumble your vendetta.
Two hands are pushed into your back to keep your feet moving forward. You already knew it was Steve but his comment, “Come on, baby. So close.” Cause shameless flutters in your lower stomach and you swore your knees almost collapsed.
“Sounds like you’re talking to the car…daddy.” A teasing grin painted your sweaty and flushed cheeks. You heard the scuff but knew Steve enjoyed it from the squeeze to your back.
“You guys are gross. There are children present. Me included.” Robin chided as she passed the both of you.
As you reached the tip top there stood the radio tower, Ceribro. Dustin sprites forward to grab the walkie. He held the side button down and called, “Bald Eagle, this is Scoops Troop, do you copy?” He released the button and there was nothing, he repeated the call. “Bald Eagle, I repeat, this is Scoops Troop, do you copy?” Steve quietly paced back and forth.
Just as Dustin was getting ready to repeat the code it crackled with “Yes, I copy.” You all chuckle with relief, everyone moving into a tight circle.
“Call sign?” Dustin asked. “Dude, you’re gonna annoy him.” Having noticed the tone of voice through the radio. But Dustin didn’t care and Murray called back with, “Bald Eagle.”
“Please repeat.” “Bald Eagle. This is Bald Eagle!” Murray shouted.
With a winning smile, “Copy that. Good to hear your voice, Bald Eagle. What’s your twenty?”
“We reached the vent. I’ll contact you when I need you. Until then, silence.” He must have been so happy about that.
“Roger that, Bald Eagle. This is Scoops Troop, going radio silent. Ten-Ten, over.” Steve patted Dustin’s shoulder as he stood up.
You walked to the side, separating just by a foot, lowering yourself to the ground. Pulling your knees up you wrapped your arms to hold them close as you plopped your forehead to your knees. You were so tired, mentally and physically. If you had the money you would look into people that you could talk to, vaguely, about everything. Maybe you could barge one from the government?
The sound of footsteps caught your attention, but you didn’t turn your head. You had a feeling it was Steve and he would know to give you a few minutes of quiet even if you wanted his presence.
You dropped your left hand into the grass, a silent gesture if he was paying attention. And he always was. A second later he slipped his hand under yours, palm to palm, and curled his fingers in. Neither of you said anything, not wanting to or needing to at this moment. Just enjoying each other, that was all you needed.
“We should do star gazing as a date night. What’d ya’ say?” Steve pulled your linked hands up and pressed three kisses to the back of your hand, two on your knuckles.
You turned your head, ear, and cheek pressed into the scraped skin of your knees. Steve leaned his head forward, hair flopping over his forehead and into his eyes. He didn’t bother pushing it away, he kept his loving gaze zeroed in on you. Wanting your opinion, a reaction, you weren’t sure, but you gave him both.
“Would you make it super romantic, lover boy?” Teasing smirk to your scratched and bloody features.
He rolled his eyes, “Duh. What kind of boyfriend do you take me as?” And it unintentionally felt like a loaded question. And you knew it was the aftermath of Nancy, he needed constant reassurance. Whether he made it obvious or not, you will always give it to him.
In an awkward shuffle, moving your knees and twisting your body, you now sat in front of Steve. You held your empty hand out and did a ‘give me’ motion and he happily dropped his other hand to you. Like he did earlier you kissed his knuckles, multiple times until you heard that sweet-deep chuckle. You love when you make him flustered.
“Steve Harrington,” A kiss to his index finger to punctuate his name, “You are the best boyfriend I’ve ever gotten. And! And I know what you’re gonna say, “You’ve never had a boyfriend”, first of all, that means nothing.” A kiss to his middle, “Second, and this might sound horrible if I can’t word this right, but… I’m happy Nancy got time with you first.”
His brows scrunched in the middle while he wore a small pout and he tilted his head like a lost puppy. “Uh… Yeah. Yeah, that doesn’t- It’s not bad! Just doesn’t make the most sense?” He ducked his chin to his chest.
“Stevie…” You added a squeeze to his hands so he would look at you again. “You know how you were in high school. A total douchebag with only a sliver of gold in his heart.” And he didn’t disagree. He just bit into his bottom lip as you continued. “When you were with Nancy after the whole thing happened. It’s like… you bumped your head. Nudge in the right direction for your emotional growth.”
“There’s a joke in there that I want to make, but I won’t for your sake.” Lips curling to stop a stupid boyish smile at an inappropriate joke. You just sighed, “No. Go on, oh funny one. Say it aloud.” Also excited to hear it.
“You’re my nudge for emotional growth.” “Oh! That’s- That’s so horrible! Just bad.”
Your giggles mixed as you leaned toward each other. When they died off and you both went quiet you couldn’t help as you whispered, “All the girls you’ve been with have made you the one I love. I get to see the real Steve Harrington. Every crack and jewel.”
His eyes softened while the ends of his lips turned up, “Another joke. But…That was…I love you.” A declaration as he moved his lips onto yours.
A pretty good star gazing date as you thought to yourself while smiling into Steve’s pink lips.
“Mr. and Mrs. Byers, we have a problem!” Robin shouted into the night. You dove in for one more lightning kiss before Steve pulled the both of you up and back to your group and the tower.
“What’s the problem?” Seeing how Dustin and Erica were listening intensely to the quiet radio and Robin had her arms crossed while biting at her thumb.
“There’s an emergency.” Erica relaid, in a nervous tone. That didn’t bode well for you. “Who's in trouble?”
Loud cracking from the walkie stopped any answer from them and heard the shout of “Scoops Troop, do you copy? We require evacuation! We’re trapped! Help!” And the line went dead. Loud roaring was the last thing heard over the transmission.
The shouting of Mike’s voice over the crackling comm sent chills down your spine and blood rushing through your veins from the animalist yell. When you looked back to the horizon with your eyes set on Starcourt, the lights were flickering. Just like that November day back in nineteen eighty-three, when you faced the Demogorgan.
“We gotta help them. We gotta go!” Shouting to everyone and mostly to yourself to kick you into gear. Beat-up converse carried you down the steep hill, almost tripping over yourself. Forgetting you didn’t hold the keys to the car, you yelled for Steve as you threw yourself into the driver's seat.
“Woah, hey I can-“ “Steve, just give me the damn keys!”
He stood for a second before sitting in the passenger, Robin tagging along in the back. The engine roared to life as you hightailed it back towards Starcourt.
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“Is that-” “Billy’s Camaro.”
The Toddfather was waiting on the far side of the parking lot. The Wheeler’s hatchback was stationed in front of the mall and Billy’s car wasn’t too far away, the headlights beaming into the night. He was revving the engine, smoke billowing from the exhaust. Nancy stood like a waiting soldier, her arms held high as she held a gun, her aim steady.
“I need you guys to hold tight,” A quick command before you stepped down on the gas just as Billy launched forward, straight to Nancy and everyone. 
“(Y/n), I don’t think this is a good idea!” Robin’s shaky plea passed your ears. Knuckles turning white from your death grip, mentally preparing for the impact. Steve’s hand fell on your thigh and squeezed the flesh, his blunt nails digging into your skin. “Baby, this is a stupid plan! But I love you no matter what!”
“I love you too, Steve! No matter what!”
The nose of the cruiser crashed into the passenger side of the blue Camaro, the two spun out until you turned it to a stop with the wheel and brake. It was like a shot went off beside your ear, a loud ringing that drowned everything out. Your heart was beating out your chest, quick and swallow pants puffing from your lips.
“Is everyone okay?” Shakiness to each letter. From the whiplash, your neck ached as you slowly turned to face Steve. He too was panting from adrenaline with his eyes set forward, then he looked your way. He loosened the grip on your thigh, you didn’t even notice. “Please don’t ever drive again.” Joking to take away the severity of the moment, you just nodded in compliance.
“Robin? Alive?” “Ask me tomorrow?” A weak thumbs up to her question.
The moment of catching breaths was interrupted by the horrific roaring coming from the mall. All three of you pulled yourselves up and leaned forward for a better view. “Oh, shit!” Robin exclaimed at the giant fleshy monster that climbed on the roof of Starcourt. You wanted to vomit from all the different emotions running through you.
Honking from a car turned heads. Nancy leaned through the window and shouted, “Get in!” All of you hurried to the trunk, legs, and arms knocking into each other while being crammed into the small space. Steve, being the last one beside you, shouted for Jonathan to start driving.
With tires screeching on asphalt, you peeled out and back to the road. The monster followed, it was quick and slow in its steps, keeping you within sight but only a few steps behind even with the car going one hundred.
Your heart was beating in your ears as you kept your eyes locked on the flesh monster that was tailing the Wheeler wagon.
A loud static filled the car and then two voices followed. “Dusty-bun, do you copy?” “I copy, Suzie-poo. It sounds much better now, thanks.”
“Dusty-bun?” Steve couldn’t help but repeat the nickname that the very much real Suzie called him. And you couldn’t help but follow with, “Suzie-poo?”
“Okay, so, listen, do you Planck’s constant?” “Do you know the Earth orbits the sun?” And you heard Dustin snicker over the comm. It was cute, but not the right time.
“Okay, so I know it starts with two sixes, and then a… w-what is it?” “Okay, let me just be clear on this. I haven’t heard from you in a week, and now you want a mathematical equation that you should know so you can…save the world?” “Suzie-poo, I promise, I will make it up to you as soon as possible.”
There was a short lull and then she replied, “You can make it up to me now.” “What?” Dustin’s voice went serious. “I want to hear it.” And you weren’t sure if you wanted to hear it.
You could hear the slight panic in Dustin’s voice as he spoke back, “Not right now.” “Yes, now, Dusty-bun.”
“Suzie-poo, this is urgent.” You were getting sick of the nicknames. You looked at Steve and Robin, “What do you think she’s asking him to do?”
Steve shrugged, “Probably something nerdy and gross mixed.” Robin didn’t as Suzie radioed back, “Yes, yes, you’re saving the world, I heard you the first time, but Ged is also saving Earthsea and he’s about to confront the shadow. So this is Suzie, signing off.” Very stubborn in getting her way.
Dustin hurried in, “Wait, wait, wait! Okay. Okay.” His end went silent for about thirty seconds and then- “Turn around. Look at what you see. In her face, the mirror of your dreams.”
“Am I concussed?” The abrupt question fell from your dry mouth. “Are they singing?” Needing to know you weren’t the only one hearing this.
Robin and Steve shared a look before dumbly nodding their heads. You looked to the front of the car and everyone was quiet. You couldn’t see their faces, only Will’ since he was turned at an angle and you saw the clear look of confusion painted over his features. You wonder if Hopper and Murray were hearing this musical number.
And the monster was still chasing the station wagon.
Suzie and Dustin sang in sync until the final note, Dustin ending off with a giggle. “Planck’s constant is 6.62607004.”
“You just saved the world.” “Gosh, I miss you, Dusty-bun.” “And I miss you more Suzie-poo.”
“Ugh, gross. They sound just like you two. You’ve rubbed off on him, Harrington.” Robin groaned as her head hit the window.
Steve scuffed, “Me? Why just me? There are two of us in this relationship.” “Well, he is your best friend.” Teasing him with a smirk.
Steve shook his head and didn’t follow up with a comment, his eyes out the window then yelling to the group, “It’s turning around.”
“What?” Nancy and Jonathan look over their shoulders. “It’s turning around!” Steve repeated.
“Maybe we wore it out,” Lucas suggested. “I don't think so. Hold on.” And Jonathan wiped the wheel hard and headed back to the mall.
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The car jolted to a stop. Every one climbed out and grabbed the boxes of fireworks from the roof, you led them to the back entrance and typed in the door code. A beeping noise prompted you to pull the handle and usher them inside.
“Okay, so the plan is to get to the second level, spread out, and start setting them off. Don’t stop for a second, just go.” Lucas huffed his idea to everyone.
By the time your group spread out, you with Robin and Steve to the far left, the mind flayer was in the middle of the mall. It’s looming figure looking down at Billy and El. The lights were flickering and flashing as it growled and groaned. There was a high-pitched hissed and a tentacle limb stretched forward.
Before it could reach El a firework was thrown and hit the monster in the back. You heard Lucas’ voice as he yelled, “Flay this, you ugly piece of shit!” It prompted everyone to start setting them off and throwing bombs.
“Hey, asshole! Over here!” Steve yelled before throwing his lit cannon. It fell into the creature's mouth and exploded. You and Robin threw your fireworks one after the other.
If it wasn’t such a scary situation, the private display was beautiful. The different colors and shapes brighten the already colorful mall. The roars are mixed in with the high-pitched singing of explosive powders.
Your throwing arm started to wear out quickly but you had to push yourself through the soreness setting in. You couldn’t see what was happening down below and didn’t know if El was safe or still in danger and out of reach for help. But you had to push that away, you were helping her in this moment, distracting the monster from attacking her.
It felt like hours but must have only been thirty minutes or so before you were out of fireworks. You started to panic when less light and noise filled the space. “Last two!” You yelled as you flung your lit stick forward.
Steve grabbed the walkie and radioed to Dustin, “Dustin! We’re out of time!”
A few more fireworks went off and then they stopped. The only sound was your heavy panting in your ears filled with the monstrous roaring of the flayer.
“What do we do? What’d we do!” You yelled at Robin and Steve. They both pant with open mouths and just stared at you and then at the floor below.
As you looked down you could barely make out Billy standing in front of El, keeping her blocked from view. The monster screeched and roared then shot its mouth limb towards El, but Billy stood in the way and took the talons. Two more attached to his sides before several more limbs dug themselves into his body. You could hear his screams.
And the screams of Max as she watched her shitty step-brother die before her eyes.
Little flames flickered from tiny fires on the bottom level. Everything was static and quiet until the flesh monster started to roar even louder if possible. It started to thrash, its body slamming into your side of the railing making Steve pull you into him as the both of you with Robin fell to the floor.
With one final roar, it collapsed to the floor before the lights stabilized and the fire engulfed its skin. It was over. The battle was over and won.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay, just breathe.” Steve whispered into your ear. You didn’t notice that you were shaking and breathing in shallow intervals, almost making you pass out. You clung to him tighter as you closed your eyes and inhaled his scent which was mixed with sweat and gunpowder.
With the quiet lull of silence followed multi and fast footsteps that carried voices shouting over each other. Steve pulled the both of you from the floor and looked over the bent railing with Robin at your side. Dozens of soldiers with guns raised caused your heart to spike, was it more Russians?
But when they started shouting commands in English you knew you were safe. Everyone was evacuated from the building and led to the ambulances waiting outside for all of you to get checked. You and Steve for sure needed it the most.
You waited beside Steve as the nurse was looking over his face and gave him some meds for pain. They walked away to check on the others leaving the two of you alone. Steve threw one side of his blanket over your shoulder and pulled you close.
“I love you. So fucking much.” He muttered into your hair. You wrapped your arms around his stomach and held him gently. “I love you too. Out of this world much.” You felt his body move with a laugh, “Not a competition…but I would win.” And you laughed but didn’t retort back.
Your eyes flitted to the chaos of moving bodies. Three different groups of workers dressed in uniforms mixed. In a small opening you saw Will running towards someone and when you saw who he ran into tears started to sting your eyes.
Again that night, you pulled away from Steve and took off running to your mom and younger brother. “Mom!” You screamed into the night air.
Her head looked up and a teary smile spread across her face. They both opened their arms and you slithered into their warm embrace. “You’re alive. You’re alive.” A quiet mantra to yourself, she just squeezed tighter.
With your eyes open and over Joyce’s shoulder you could see El walking around. By herself and looking everywhere with confusion and worry screaming out in her body language, you pulled away from Joyce so you could look into her eyes and ask, “Where’s Hopper?” And she could only close her eyes and tiny whimpers fell from her lips.
He didn’t make it. El was alone once again.
Reluctantly you released your mom and walked to El. She was twisting her hands together anxiously, head swiveling in different directions. And you knew the person she was looking for wasn’t coming back for her.
“El…” Just saying her name and trailing off. She sniffled while turning your way, her eyes watery and bloodshot. She bit into her bottom lip and you could tell she was trying not to cry.
“Oh, sweetheart.” And she launched herself into your chest. Your arms take a second before holding her tight in your embrace. Her petite frame shook with rough cries and your skin tickled with the dropping tear drops falling from her eyes. You didn’t know what to say, you could only repeat, “Oh, sweetheart.”
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Anonymous Request: Can I please ask a Steve x- ex-best friend reader where he gets really sick, like barely conscious, and Y/N takes care of him by staying awake during the nights? But as he wasn't conscious enough, he thinks it was Nancy, and Y/N doesn't tell anyone. Months later, he somehow accidentally finds the truth and I wanna leave the aftermath up to you❤️I don't know if this makes sense, though. You don't have to make it if you don't like it, doesn't matter😊
A/N: I'm a sucker for the friends-to-lovers trope. I feel like that's a majority of the x-readers I write 😂. I also think this is the longest x-reader I have ever made! Thank you for requesting, love!!
Summary: You and Steve were always best friends, but after befriending Carol and Tommy, the two of you fell apart. You miss him every day. Now, your high school career is coming to a close. After attending a party at his house, Steve falls sick the next morning. You decided to stay with Steve, not really wanting to leave him alone because you knew he would never take care of himself.
Notes:
Y/N/N: Your Nick Name
Y/L/N: Your Last Name
Hazel -> Your Older Sister
You were involved in the Upside Down stuff.
Warnings:
Long Imagine
Slight Language
Steve Harrington x-reader
(Third Person View)
Relationship break-ups are hard, but so are friendship break-ups. Y/N and Steve had been friends since they were toddlers, so close that they'd take baths with one another. People always say that you significantly change during your high school years, but nobody told Y/N that she'd lose her best friend.
Steve and Y/N met Carol and Tommy during their freshmen year of high school. It seemed harmless to meet the couple, but Y/N slowly noticed changes in Steve. He began ditching their movie and game nights, their study sessions, and overall hanging out. Carol and Tommy were always there, like, always there.
Y/N couldn't take a break from them. And sometimes, that's how Y/N truly felt. Y/N stayed by Steve's side, afraid that if she left, she'd lose him forever. But Y/N would lose him no matter what. Steve knew that he wasn't hanging out with Y/N as much.
During their Junior year, Steve wanted to say something, but of course, he was tied up with his new popularity level. So much that it clouded his vision. He thought about telling Y/N so many times but didn't know the right way to say it. And Y/N thought about confronting him but also didn't know how to say it.
And, now, it was their senior year. The two hadn't spoken since freshmen year, other than being project or lab partners. Thankfully, they were on better terms. A lot of people noticed Steve changed, not just them but Y/N.
She saw how much he grew to care about his grades, the way he spoke to people, and who he associated himself with. Even though Y/N wanted to talk to him, there was still some inkling in her that believed he didn't want to talk to her. She knew it was stupid to think that because Y/N understood that Steve liked her.
They knew too much about each other to know they couldn't last long without one another. But, they haven't spoken since the fall, so I guess that belief was proven wrong. Since it was their senior year, it seemed like everyone was having an end-of-the-year party.
And Steve was just one of those students. He hadn't thrown a party since freshmen year but decided that it might be nice to host one. Here Y/N was, standing in the middle of her room, trying to decide what to wear. Hazel, Y/N's older sister, and Nancy sat on Y/N's bed.
"What do you think about this one?" Y/N asked. She held up a purple skirt matched with a white blouse with a few ruffles on the hem. Nancy tilted her head at the outfit her friend held up. "Try it with a different top," she said. Y/N nodded and fished around her closet for a grey button-down.
She turned back around to her sister and friend. Hazel grinned, giving Y/N a wide smile and two thumbs up. "Much better," she said. Y/N thanked her, setting the outfit onto her dresser. Nancy went back to look through some magazines Hazel brought in. "Haze, you wanna come with us?" Nancy offered.
Nancy looked up from the magazine to see Hazel's answer. "I would, but I think it would be weird if a twenty-two-year-old came to a party full of eighteen-year-olds," Hazel said. "True," Nancy nodded. Even though Nancy was an underclassman, she knew a couple seniors, including Y/N and Steve, which granted her access to his party.
Y/N chuckled and went into her bathroom to get changed. Hazel left a few minutes after Y/N changed. "Hey, can I ask you something?" Nancy asked as Y/N stepped back into her room. "Sure," Y/N replied.
She dropped her clothes into the laundry basket. Nancy sighed and sat on the edge of the bed with her hands sitting beside her. "Why haven't you talked with Steve since, like, forever?" Nancy asked.
Y/N looked at her, not expecting the question. She sighed and played with the thread on her skirt. "I don't know. The right moment hasn't come up," she shrugged. Nancy's brows furrowed in response. She smiled softly. "The right moment? Y/N, you practically live in the right moment," Nancy said, "Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't tell him when we were dealing with Dart and his friends."
"Because I was mainly focusing on saving my ass and everyone else," Y/N remarked. She didn't like to admit it to herself. But Y/N felt something when she began talking to Steve again. The two were with Dustin and his friends at the junkyard leading up to the encounter with Billy at the Byers.
You'd think that they would talk after, but it wasn't like that. They were talking more than they had before. Both Steve and Y/N knew there was still some growing to do, but maybe they could grow together? "I thought about it, believe me," Y/N sighed, "I mean, what if he doesn't want to talk to me?"
Nancy was taken aback by Y/N's statement. Nancy was aware that Steve wanted to talk to her. She had spoken with him about it that night at the Byers. Nancy withheld from saying anything because she felt that Steve and Y/N needed to be the ones to say it. "You'd be surprised, Y/N/N," Nancy said.
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(Y/N's Point of View - Steve's Party)
"Stop pulling at your skirt. It looks fine," Nancy said, shutting the car door. I shot her a look and dropped my hands. She playfully rolled her eyes, locking the car. I guess I should've known that Steve's house would be crowded with people. "Why'd you make me wear it?" I asked, fixing the bow on the side.
Nancy looked back at me with raised brows. She rolled her eyes and continued walking. "Because the color looks great on you, and you needed to wear something else besides jeans," Nancy said. She fixes the strap of her purse, motioning for me to walk beside her. "But jeans are great," I said.
She chuckled. Nancy opened the door, letting out a billion different sounds. The two of us walked into Steve's house and looked for our friends. "I'll be right back," Nancy said. "No, wait. Nance," I called after her but wasn't successful. She was already halfway through the crowd by the time I wanted to follow her.
I decided to make my way over to the kitchen. Given I knew this house like the back of my hand, I knew where Steve kept the drinks other than alcohol. There were a few people crowding around the island. I pushed past them, reaching for the bottom shelf of the fridge.
People walked past me, trying to get to the other side of the kitchen. I shivered when I held the non-spiked lemonade. Nancy was still nowhere to be found. I loved her, but she had a habit of leaving me at parties.
Being the best person she is, she profusely apologizes. After a few seconds of standing there, I walked over to the porch outside. I sat down at a table with the drink. "Nice skirt," someone said. My shoulders dropped when I saw Carol standing there.
She stood there with a smirk on her face. I hadn't spoken to her since Freshmen year. On top of that, I practically ignored her in the halls. I was kind of impressed that I managed to 'forget' about her. But nobody could forget Carol. Her personality controlled that.
"May I sit? My legs are killing me from all that dancing," she chuckled. Without waiting for my response, she sat down. Carol leaned back in her seat and crossed her legs, straightening the hem of her dress. She looked at me, trailing her eyes at my outfit. "You know, you look different," Carol commented.
I looked at her with raised brows, regretting sitting down outside. I scanned the crowd of partygoers once more but, yet again, couldn't find Nancy. "Thanks," I replied. She took a sip of her drink.
I wished Steve would come over and somehow save me, but he was probably preoccupied with other guests. "So, how have you been?" Carol asked. My expression changed to a questionable tone. Never in my life did I think Carol Perkins would be nice to me, let alone tolerable. "I've been good," I replied.
"You must be so happy that school is over. I know I am," Carol said. She paused her sentence to take another long sip of her drink. I glanced behind Carol every once in a while just in case she had been told to talk with me. "Yeah, I am," I nodded. I tried making my responses short to see if she'd get the hint.
Carol went on about herself and where she was going to college. She stated that she wanted to pursue a career in acting and planned to attend a prestigious school in New York. Never did she once ask what I was doing.
It's not like I cared about what she thought, but it's nice when someone asks about your plans. I actually didn't have a solid plan. The plan included me staying in Hawkins to attend a local college. Which didn't seem entirely bad. It meant that I could stay close to my family and friends.
"I just can't believe how much you've changed. I mean, you're not as...." she said.
Her sentence trailed as she tried to think of something to finish it with. She shrugged and shook her drink to see if there was anything left. "Listen, sweetheart," Carol leaned in, "I'm not a 'hint taker,' so you can use that little voice of yours and just speak up."
The smile that inched onto her face was an unfriendly one. I should've known that this conversation would go an entirely different way than it started. I took a long, yet needed, sip of my drink. "Carol, I don't like you. Actually, I never liked you," I spoke, "You're a stuck-up bitch who only cares about herself and nobody else."
She tilted her head, not expecting my remark. "Usually, I'm someone who believes that people can change, but I'm starting to think that you never will," I stood up from the chair, "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find my friends because, frankly, I can't stand that stench coming from that thing you call perfume."
It was true. Carol typically wore freakishly strong perfume, to the point where I was convinced plants would shrivel from her 'signature scent.' Carol stood there with her brows raised and an empty beer can in hand. It was a great relief to see Nancy standing there with a few people in my History class Nancy befriended.
Nancy smiled when she saw me walking over to her. Her brows narrowed as she noticed a newfound confidence in me. "What's gotten into you?" she paused, "Oh my god, how many drinks have you had?" I shook my head and threw my can into the trash.
I told Nancy about the conversation with Carol. Nancy's eyes were wide during the explanation. "And she just stood there silently?" Nancy said. I nodded, chuckling. Nancy had her fair share of incidents with Carol. Mostly during her relationship with Steve, but that has since ended.
It did feel weird that I was friends with my former best friend's girlfriend, but Nancy assured me that it didn't matter to her. "How in the hell was Carol invited?" Nancy said. "No clue. I wouldn't be surprised if she just came in without any invitation," I commented, earning a laugh from Nancy.
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(The Next Day)
The party had been going on for a few hours. Now, it was ten in the morning, and I had somehow gotten a killer headache. I wouldn't drink during parties, but hey, it was senior year after all. Charlie, a girl from my Physics class, laid beside me with her head resting against the top of the couch.
I had no idea where Nancy was. I hoped she hadn't left without me because she was my ride home. I woke up to see the living room and kitchen a mess. I reluctantly sat up from the couch, with Charlie slightly groaning from beside me. I quietly apologized and looked for Steve.
No idea why I was looking for him, but there was a little voice inside my head that urged me to. I saw Nancy curled up on the recliner in the corner of the living area. She scrunched up her face when I tapped her on the knee. "What?" Nancy responded.
Her voice was scratchy. I knew she wasn't one to drink as well. "Hey?" I nudged her again. Nancy's eyes shot open when she recognized it was me that was trying to wake her. She groaned as she sat up in the chair. "We totally slept over, didn't we?" Nancy said. I nodded in reply. She set my hand into hers as I helped her up.
"You can head home. I'm gonna go find Steve," I said. Nancy stared at me, surprised that I claimed I would go find Steve. "I'll be fine. Charlie's here," I said. Nancy looked over my shoulder and shook her head. I followed her line of sight and noticed that Charlie was walking out of the front door.
Now, it was just me and Nancy at Steve's. She patted me on the shoulder. "Help me find my left sneaker. I lost in the middle of that conga line last night," Nancy said, grabbing onto my shoulder for stability.
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(Later at Steve's House)
Nancy and I never did find her other shoe. So, unfortunately, she had to head home with only one shoe and someone else's jacket. As for me, I was in the middle of cleaning Steve's house. I didn't even want to think about how the backyard looked.
If it was anything like Steve's other parties, it probably looked like shit. It shocked me that I wanted to stay, but I already knew that Steve wouldn't get this done by himself. I had been preparing myself for what to say when he made an appearance this morning.
I set the fifth bag of trash beside the front door. The house looked somewhat better, but still a wreck. I decided it was time to venture upstairs. I cautiously knocked on each door just in case there were still some guests over. When I got to Steve's room, the door was open just a crack.
And there he was. Steve was lying on his bed, the pillows and sheets messed up. His room was the same as it was in Freshmen year. There were a few new posters, but what surprised me more was that Steve had left pictures of us on his dresser. I couldn't stop myself from walking over to the dresser.
A smile appeared on my face when I saw a picture my mom took of us. Since me and Steve both had birthdays in the same month, we had conjoining parties at sometimes. My mom had taken a picture of us on our thirteenth birthday.
We were sitting beside his pool, sharing a piece of cake. It had been my favorite picture of us. My moment was interrupted by Steve moving on the bed. I turned to see him sitting up in his bed. "Hi," I said, slightly staring at him. Steve's eyes found their way to mine.
"Hi?" he replied. His focus was drawn to me, holding up a picture frame. Just then, Steve immediately rushed to the bathroom connected to his room. I don't remember him drinking that much, but I did kinda blank out the rest of the night. So, who knows!
I put the frame back where it was to see if he needed any help. He held up a thumbs up, telling me he was okay. "Steve, you don't look okay," I said. He shook his head and rested his back against the side of the bathtub.
Steve's face was almost pale looking. His eyes weren't red or anything, but he just looked sick. I thought to myself as to what he had served at the party last night. None of it looked different, other than that suspicious-looking chip dip that Carol and Tommy brought.
If I didn't say it, my face sure did. I told Steve I'd be right back. I sifted through the fridge and the trash, soon finding the container of the dip that the couple had brought. I noticed that the dip had expired. "Oh, shit," I muttered.
He hadn't moved since I went downstairs. I carefully grabbed his arm to bring him over to his bed after I remade it. He sunk into the bed, yanking the comforter over his shoulders. "Steve? Did you eat that cheese dip last night?" I crouched beside him. His eyes narrowed. "The one with the green chunks?" he replied.
The only thought that popped into my head was that he had somehow gotten food poisoning from the dip. Good thing I didn't have it. I just hoped Nancy didn't, either. I'll admit, it did kind of look weird last night. "I'll be right back. I just gotta make a call real quick," I said.
Steve nodded his head with his eyes slowly shutting. I bolted down the stairs to the phone in the kitchen. Last Spring, Hazel had gotten food poisoning from some seafood. She had been at home for almost four days because she couldn't do anything. "Hello?" she answered. "Hazel, it's Y/N," I responded.
Hazel stated that our mother left for work this morning. Thankfully, she said that I was staying at a friend's house, which wasn't a lie. "So, I'm in a bit of a situation here," I said. "Okay?" Hazel answered. "I woke up at Steve's house this morning and discovered that he might have food poisoning," I said.
My sister hissed when I told her the news. I remember my mother ranting to Hazel that she has to ask about certain things about food. "What do I do? I don't want to leave Steve by himself because I know he won't do anything," I explained.
She listed a bunch of different medicines I could search for, and just overall to be there for him. Additionally, Hazel made sure to add what foods he could eat. Because, if it wasn't obvious enough, Steve probably had mainly beer and small foods in his stomach.
While getting Steve's food and medicine together, I also cleaned. It took me a little bit to get everything situated. No matter how much I tried to be quiet, Steve still woke up.
I stayed at Steve's house for the whole weekend, staying awake almost every night. He was getting better but still seemed pretty out of it. Hazel stopped by to help me, even offering to stay with him so I could go home. I told her it was okay. Honestly, this gave me a good opportunity to try and talk to Steve.
It is kind of unfortunate that the time I choose to talk to him is when he's high on some medications. Hazel just left Steve's to drop off some new clothes for me and a few different foods. My mind kept going to why I was doing this all for him.
I mean, is it really worth it? He'll probably just forget about it, but the old Steve might've done that, but certainly not him now. I also couldn't help but think if there were other feelings left in my brain.
Steve was absolutely zonked. I was doing what felt like the millionth round of laundry this weekend. I fixed Steve's pillow, noticing that he was about to fall off the bed if he moved over an inch. I went to get up from the bed. His eyes slightly opened when he saw me.
"Hey," Steve said softly, his hand softly grasping my hand. Steve smiled, but it was a tired smile. "Thank you," he kissed my hand, "Thank you, Nancy."
He fell back asleep when he spoke those words. I didn't know what to do. It's not a big deal, though. Is it? I'm not sure why I was even somewhat offended. It's not like had control over that. It took everything within me to not wake him up. I ignored his statement and left his room.
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(A Few Months Later)
After Steve's graduation party, things were awkward. Well, at least they were on my end. For all I knew, Steve had no idea what he said. All he knew was that I stayed after to help clean, and he was wasted.
I debated on telling Nancy, but I didn't want to complicate things. The thought that often rotated in my head was: the kiss on the hand, was that meant for Nancy or me? It's stupid to even care. I don't have any feelings for him other than friends. Hazel always said that she could see us together.
But I'd deny it every single time she mentioned it. If it wasn't enough torture thinking about that party, I thought it would've been a brilliant idea to work at Scoops Ahoy with Steve. I know, wonderful isn't it?
In all fairness, it was nice being friends with Steve again. It almost seemed like we put everything that happened behind us. Neither one of us mentioned anything. And! I met Robin. Who makes working at an ice cream parlor more fun.
Robin often convinced our manager to put the three of us together because she loved watching me and Steve bicker. "Dude, you can't just do that," I said, scooping some banana ice cream.
"Why? She laughed at my joke," Steve played with the ice cream scoop. "I believe it was a pitty laugh," I said. Steve gasped at my comment. "It was nowhere in the vicinity of a 'pitty laugh,'" Steve said.
He glanced at Robin for help. She put her hands up, saying she wasn't getting in the middle of the argument, but we all knew she loved to be a witness to it. "Then enlighten me, sunshine. What was wrong with my joke?" Steve invited me to explain.
Big mistake, Harrington. I gave the kid the ice cream, and she handed me the change. The parlor wasn't super crowded today, which was nice because it gave my friends and me time to talk.
"First, you said, 'Can I follow you?' Then paused and followed with 'Because my mom told me to follow my dreams,'" I explained, "You can't say that to someone and expect them to go with it. No wonder she left without getting her change."
Yet again, Steve looked back at Robin. Robin was desperately trying to hold back her laughter, and so was I. "It wasn't that bad," Steve said. "Steve, it was borderline bad," Robin spoke. Steve through his arms up in the air. She put a line on the 'you suck' part of the whiteboard. I laughed.
Steve turned to me with his brows raised, mad at my reaction. "Dude, c'mon, you're asking for it at this point," I said. Steve rolled his eyes and flipped the scoop back into the pocket of his apron. "Fine, then what's a good example of a pickup line?" he questioned.
I sighed and closed the lid where all the ice cream was. Steve watched me as I thought of a pickup line. "Steve, I don't think any pickup line in the world could top the one that you just said," Robin said, "In fact, I don't even think that there is a good pick-up line."
Steve groaned and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed. "Why can't you just talk to girls like a normal person?" I asked. "Cause he's not a normal person," Robin set the board beside her and joined us at the counter.
(Third Person View)
Unlike what Y/N thought, Steve knew exactly what happened. He himself couldn't even fathom what he did. Y/N had written what happened in her journal and later crumpled up the paper, throwing it in the trash. She needed to tell someone but decided to write it down instead.
Naturally, like older sisters do, Hazel noticed the paper in the trash. After reading the words carefully, she realized what happened. Hazel kept it to herself up until it slipped out during prep for a DND meeting with Dustin, which soon led to Steve finding out.
You'd think everything would've stayed hidden, but in Hazel's defense, she wasn't even planning on telling anyone. And as for Steve, he felt terrible. He was good at hiding it because Y/N had no idea. He knew that he needed to tell Y/N and apologize for being such a jerk.
He didn't even know why it was so hard to tell her. Maybe it was because he truly cared about her, or maybe because he saw her in a different light. Steve clearly remembers the conversation with Dustin:
[Two Months After The Party]
"Are you stupid, or are you dumb?" Dustin said, standing in front of Steve. Steve stood behind the kitchen counter as the Henderson boy sat at the table. "I can't believe you said that," Dustin continued his rant. "Hey, you try being high on drugs," Steve pointed at Dustin with a butter knife.
Dustin disregarded the older boy's reaction. He stood up from the table and walked over to the counter. "That doesn't matter. Did you not think that it was Y/N at all?" Dustin said. Steve sighed and set the knife on the plate. He ran a hand under the sink, wiping his hands on a towel. "Dustin, I don't even know why I did it, okay? I was barely unconscious, and my vision was blurry and all that shit that comes with food poisoning," Steve said.
He waved his arms around as he spoke. Dustin thought to himself, mainly thinking that Steve had a point. "Next time you get some information like that, don't go blabbing it to everyone," Steve went back to making his sandwich. Dustin looked up at him. "I didn't 'blab' it everyone. Hazel told me accidentally, then I told you," Dustin answered. Steve rolled his eyes again.
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(Later - Y/N's Point of View)
Since restarting our friendship, Steve and I started hanging out again. Which included our weekly movie or game nights and hanging out at Starcourt. Right now, we were in the middle of watching one of my favorite movies since it was my turn to choose.
The two of us were on good terms and eventually figured that our long break of friendship was needed. We gathered our favorite snacks and settled in the living room. The movie was only halfway through when Steve decided to speak up. "Hey, Y/N, can I talk to you about something?" he asked.
"Steve, we're in the middle of a movie," I said, gesturing to the television. His brows rose. Steve looked at me, then back to the movie. "How many times have you seen this movie?" he said. I shrugged in reply. "Like five million times," Steve answered, "I think you'll be fine not watching Sixteen Candles for a split second."
He gestured to the television once more before sitting up straight. "C'mon, Samantha was just about to have the moment with Jack," I said, my shoulders dropping. Steve didn't look like he was amused one bit. I sighed and grabbed the remote to pause the movie. "What is it?" I inquired.
He took the blanket off, draping it over the back of the couch. Steve turned so he was facing me. "You remember the grad party in May?" Steve asked. I nodded, motioning for him to get on with it. It was typical for Steve to try and stall as if he was thinking about what to say.
"And you were being your sweet self and cleaned up my house for me," he said. "I had to clean with a killer headache," I said. He chuckled at my response, sighing. "Well," Steve said, "I've been told that that's not entirely true." Now, I really wish I had put up a bigger fight to not pause the movie.
Steve watched me think to myself before finishing his speech. "I was told that..." he said. "That you said Nancy's name when I was helping you," I finished, not bothering to ask how my sister found out. During our conversation, his brown eyes were focused on the carpet.
His eyes wandered away from the ground and up to me. "Why didn't you tell me? Or, ask me if I remembered?" he questioned. I sighed, shrugging yet again. "Because I was afraid. I'm not really sure why because you are the least intimidating person that I know," I said, earning a soft chuckle from Steve.
"Part of me thought that you didn't want to talk to me because I practically ditched you," I said, "And, again, I don't even know why I even bothered to stay to help you, but some little part of me knew that I should. I knew that if I left, you'd never take care of yourself. And it hurt me to think that you'd be home alone feeling like shit."
Steve's face softened at my long statement. He smiled slightly. "Y/N," Steve said. He took my hand into his, resting my hand on his knee. He stared at our hands and then up to me. "I'm sorry that I said Nancy's name. I was completely out of it, and when I heard what I did. I felt terrible because I had grown to like you more than we were little," Steve said.
Now, he had caught my attention. I was a little taken aback, questioning what I heard. "I've grown to like you more than just friends. That's probably a little weird because we've started hanging out again, but you're still the same Y/N that I've known since forever," he paused, "And I'm the same Steve. Well, a new and improved Steve."
His smile grew at the sight of mine. Steve kissed me on the top of my head, leaning his forehead against mine. I smiled as his lips lingered before leaning back, our faces still close.
"I do have one question," I said, "How exactly did you find out? Because I didn't tell anyone." He put the blanket back onto the two of us. Steve grabbed the remote, chuckled (GIF Above), and stated, "I think we should go back to the movie."
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Will acted sus as hell in this episode, I'm not going to lie.
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I only just realized that in season three, Mike was like “hey why are you donating your D&D books? How will you play?” And Will just basically went “There is no point in playing D&D without you, so I just won’t play until we see each other again, and i’ll use yours.”
and then Mike went and joined a new D&D group while Will was gone.
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lucas sinclair really went from "her name is eleven?!" (derogatory), to sharing his girlfriend.
character development.
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The Deep End - Billy Hargrove X Female Reader
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Title: The Deep End
Billy Hargrove X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Reader's mother (Mentioned), Billy's dad (Mentioned), Billy's mom (Briefly Mentioned), Will (Mentioned) Jonathan (Mentioned), the people of Hawkins (Mentioned), and Heather
WC: 4,670
Warnings: Pretending the Mind Flayer didn't possess Billy, Reader can't swim, Reader has anxiety, Reader is terrible at interacting with others mentioned, gossipping, sort of enemies to lovers mentioned, a bit of suggestion, a lot of italics, mention of abuse, mention of injuries, Reader is mentioned wearing a bathing suit (not specifically a bikini or one-piece, etc.), cursing, teasing, flirting, yelling, drowning, mention of panic attacks, Billy's feeling a bit guilty, slight angst, and fluff
It was hot. The summer sun was beating down on Hawkins, Indiana with no mercy. Sweltering rays of heat warmed every surface, from the sidewalk, the road, to the metal slides on playgrounds. There was no escaping this heat, nor the sun. Even with air conditioners on full force, sweat seemed to trickle down the nape of your neck, staining your thin shirt. 
Fanning yourself with a homemade paper fan, you slouched on the couch, hardly being able to pay attention to the TV that was playing some reruns of I Love Lucy. 
It was hot. And you were absolutely done with it.
There was only one place, in all of Hawkins, that you could go to that would and could help with the summer heat. One place that you hated going to. The mere thought of it filled you with dread. 
Hawkins pool. A mile or two from your house. Near the middle and high school. It was usually full of people during the summer, either sunbathing in lounging chairs or splashing in the chlorine pool. To anyone else, it was paradise in the very - crappy - small town. 
To you, it was hell. Screaming children, the chance of being splashed with cold water, older women ogling at young lifeguards, and just… A lot of people in general. 
You had only been there a handful of times, either with family or friends. In reality, if you had the chance, you wouldn't have gone in the first place. Every time you went, it felt like all of Hawkins was there. Too many people. You hated it. 
You weren't the most… Social of people. Which was kind of odd for the town of Hawkins. For example, some people thought you were weird. Like they thought Will and Jonathan Byers were weird. And people talked, they all hung out, they gossipped, partied, had potlucks, or barbecues in their backyards. 
You tried to get out of those situations, if you were ever invited to them, which wasn't very often thankfully. You weren't very good at communicating or having conversations that didn't just end with you subconsciously ending it for yourself and the other person. 
Even in school, you were pretty shy and introverted. You had hardly any friends, you only went to the book club - since it was quiet and you could read in peace - and you sat by yourself at lunch. And you enjoyed it. But now and then you would feel a little bit jealous. Seeing people chatting along with their friends, laughing and having fun. But it came to a point that you would rather focus on your studying or homework rather than pushing past your boundaries and trying to make friends. Too much of a hassle, you thought. 
So when Billy, the new kid in town, came to Hawkins, you never, in your wildest dreams, thought that he would ever notice you, or talk to you, or anything.
He was a popular guy, talkative, a ladies man, and a bad boy. He had friends, he had all the girls fawning over him, and he loved it. The attention, having such a reputation. He was so… Different from you.
So when he walked up to you at lunch, sat down in front of you, you could hardly believe what was happening. Why? Was the one word that circled in your mind. Why? 
It couldn't have been for any good reason, could it? Like with everyone else, he wanted something or needed something out of this interaction. You even let the thought of him just wanting to get in your pants pop up, but you brushed it off.
He did want something. And of course… He wanted you to help him with his homework. But not help him, he just wanted you to do it for him. Yay. For some reason, he thought since you were always reading all the time, that you would be smart enough to just do his work, but dumb enough to fall for his charm. 
Let's just say… That didn't work. 
You were smart - intelligent - Intuitive. You always had good grades and always made sure to keep them that way. You studied hard and enjoyed reading; whether from a book given to you for a lesson or from your shelf at home. You enjoyed school, since it busied your mind and gave you something to do. 
But that didn't mean that you were going to go so low as to just do his homework for him. It was his work to do, he could do it himself. 
And when telling him that, you expected him to roll his eyes, scoff maybe, and find some other smart and defenseless person to trick, and to never bother you again… Good riddance. But he didn't. He grinned. 
Oh, he kept coming back. Again, and again, and again. He just wouldn't let up. The first couple of times, he tried to convince you to do his work for him; he said that he just didn't have the time, or that he was going out for that night. As if he thought that was going to help him in this situation.
And after a while, of either ignoring or telling him you'd be late for class and walking away, he switched on you. 
Instead of asking for help, he went as far as to ask you out. 
Really?
You turned him down, every time. No, you didn't want to go to the diner after school for a milkshake. No, you didn't want to go see that new movie at the drive thru. No, you did not want to go to a party with him. Who did this guy think he was? 
It was irritating, everyday you would become paranoid from just the idea of Billy walking over to you at lunch, popping up beside you at your locker, or trying to talk to you during the two classes you shared with him. You had already gotten in trouble once. 
At the four month mark, though, Billy stopped trying to get you to go out with him, and started trying to get to know you? Or that was just what it seemed to be what he was doing. It was hard to tell, he was just so confusing, and irritating, and cute… God…
You hated him. So it became sort of a surprise to you when you and Billy started dating. 
And it wasn't just because Billy wanted to get in your pants or just check you off on his list as another person he's dated. To Billy, you weren't some prize to be won. You weren't someone to trick and fool with charming grins and flirtatious remarks.
You had your doubts in the beginning, but Billy proved himself and showed you that behind the facade of aggression and bad boy reputation, he was just highly misunderstood. His past and current trauma that he was suffering from at the hands of his father made him the hating and reckless person he was. But, deep down, he was hurting.
~~~
You never thought that, while watching a movie at your house, that Billy would rip off the bandaid and just tell you. And that was long before you had asked him where he had gotten the black eye from an hour before.
"It was my dad," His words rang out, seemingly echoing throughout your room; lingering.
The air was thick, as you swallowed, looking up at Billy who sat beside you, he stared at the TV screen. Your eyes flickered, noticing how soft and sad his blue eyes were, in such contrast to his hardened expression. 
"Billy…" You muttered, your heart breaking for him, your hand reaching out to curl around his arm.
Billy's jaw clenched, as did his fists, his knuckles turning white. "He has been since I was a kid." His voice was thick with emotion, though he tried to control it; still staring at the screen. You felt your eyes sting, biting your bottom lip so as to not let it tremble. "He's the reason my-" He couldn't finish, snapping his gaze from the TV and standing. 
Abruptly, he moved off the bed, clenched fists at his side as he faced away from you. You slid off the bed as well, but you did nothing more, in fear that if you got too close that Billy would close back up and or leave. 
"Billy, you don't have to continue." You spoke softly, watching as Billy only shook his head.
"I hate him." He muttered, his voice matching your own. You took your chance to walk closer, going around his side to stand in front of him. 
His expression broke you. That charming smile, mischievous glint in his eyes, it was all gone. In its place, was a broken young man, who just wanted to love and to be loved. 
Reaching out, you cupped his cheek, Billy's eyes closing before you dropped your hand to instead circle your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Billy slowly did the same, his arms wrapping tightly around you, his hands resting on your back; fingers gripping your sweater with a death grip. 
He dug his face into your neck, letting out a shaky breath. It didn't take long until you felt his tears seeping into the soft fabric of your sweater, which only made you hold him tighter. 
The world was so cruel to him.
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People still didn't believe that you and Billy were an item, more so at school. It annoyed you, but you ignored it, like you did with most things at school. Billy seemed to pay it no mind whatsoever. 
He'd go about his day like nothing happened. His arm looped over your shoulders as he walked you to class, lunch, to his car. He'd still do everything like he had before, minus flirting with others. He ignored every flutter of eyelashes and moved away from every suggestive arm caress. To some people, it seemed Billy was slowly changing to be a one gal guy. And people would look, stare, gossip. And that was the worst part, the gossip. 
"Oh, they won't last more than a month."
"A week tops! I heard that she's paying him to pretend to be her boyfriend."
"I don't know why Billy is wasting his time. He should be with me."
But all that didn't matter. What mattered was you and Billy. 
And you missed him. While you were stuck at home, dying of heat stroke, and Billy was at the pool, dying of heat stroke… Really, you could've been dying together. 
But no, he had to work. In the one place that you hated going to. The one place that you swore you'd never walk into voluntarily. Until today, right now.
Letting out a groan, you stood up, your skin sticking a bit to the couch as you did so. Trudging through the house, you continued to fan yourself as you climbed up the stairs and headed up to your room. 
Digging through your closet, you pulled out a small cardboard box. Rifling through it, you pulled out your old bathing suit. Lifting it up, you tilted your head before nodding; it should still fit. 
Grabbing your canvas tote bag, you stuffed your suit, and whatever else you needed into it before you left.
The drive was nothing more than relaxing. You turned the cold air all the way up, but you wished that the drive was longer. 
Your nerves had begun to overwhelm you once you parked. Looking out your driver's side window, you could already hear the screaming of children. It was going to be a nightmare… But less so since Billy was there. 
Letting out a breath, you pushed the door open, instantly hissing at the hot rays of the sun that were hitting you. Blinking your eyes, you begrudgingly shut your car door and walked over to the open gate.
Immediately, you felt tense. Feeling people's eyes upon you, even when they weren't even looking. The prickling on the back of your neck sent a chill down your spine. Swallowing thickly, you stepped in further, your eyes quickly finding Billy sitting on the lifeguard tower. 
You felt a breath leave you as you walked over, stopping to stand beside the tower. And though your nerves had died down somewhat from just being near Billy, the pool in front of you did not help. 
Looking up, you observed Billy. How he sort of slouched in his chair, legs spread, eyes surveying the pool goers, absentmindedly biting on the tip of his pool whistle. The sun beating down on him, a stern look on his face. It made you smile lightly, almost forgetting that you were even in Hawkins pool. Who gave him permission to be so God damn stunning? 
"Hey… B." You spoke up, quickly gaining the attention of the dirty blonde. 
He whipped his head around and down, his serious expression slipping away into a grin once he saw you. "Hey there, gorgeous." He greeted you before climbing down the lifeguard tower ladder. "What are you doing here? I thought you hated the pool." He continued once he was standing before you, giving you a slow once-over, chewing on some gum. 
You shrugged, "I missed you." Glancing around, you pivoted your weight from one foot to the other before looking back over at him. "... Aren't you supposed to be up in the tower, watching people?" You asked as you raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile slowly crawling on your face.
Billy only shook his head, his grin widening as he glanced around the pool, "I can watch them all perfectly fine from right here." He spoke, looking back at you before gesturing to your bag. "You swimming?" 
Smile faltered slightly, you shook your head. "I won't swim, but I'll definitely stand in it. It's so hot out." You glanced at the sky briefly, squinting, "Too hot."
Billy hummed, and again, you didn't miss the way his eyes raked over you. "Well, I'll watch out for you. Give you mouth to mouth if something bad happens."
Letting out a small laugh, you shook your head, "Yeah, sure, okay."
"Seriously," Billy answered, pointing a finger at you, a hardly stern look on his face, "Be safe."
You wanted to say that you'd be fine, it was just a pool after all, but you knew better. You'd make sure that you weren't close to the deep end, you knew that there was a steep decline into the deep water… And well, not knowing how to swim would probably be a problem at that point. 
But you only nodded, your smile softening, "I promise. I'll be fine." 
Turning around, you headed off to the changing rooms, but right before you could take your first step, you felt Billy take your hand; tugging you back around to face him. 
You opened your mouth to say something, but Billy didn't give you a chance. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, physically melting as you let out a sigh. 
You felt dazed when he pulled back, a teasing grin on his face as he looked down at you. "See you in a minute, sunshine." He spoke, and you nodded; almost floating as you walked off to the changing rooms, hardly noticing some of the neighborhood mother's glares. 
You were on cloud nine, your mind completely glossing over you putting on your bathing suit until you stepped back out. You fell right down at the overwhelming sight of all the people. 
Did they multiply when you were in there?
Letting out a breath, you walked over to the steps of the pool, carefully stepping in, you were immediately greeted with the sweet chill of the water. Pushing away from the railing, you swerved past a couple of kids, mothers with their younger children and toddlers before finding yourself in the section of the pool where you felt the safest - the water hitting just below your chest. 
Looking up, your eyes met Billy's stare. At you spotting him on his perch, he let a small smirk find its way on his face; winking. You didn't even realize that you were smiling, shyly looking away and just chilling near the edge of the pool, back pressed to the concrete. 
It hadn't even been more than ten minutes when a few kids were splashing around near you, pushing each other by the shoulders into the water, only to pop up; their laughter merging with the already loud atmosphere. 
To get away from them, you slid to the side a few steps, wiping away the bits of water that managed to land on your face from their havoc. Though refreshing, it was a tad bit annoying. 
A sharp whistle rang out through the air, grabbing your attention and everyone else’s, “Hey, gasbags!” Billy yelled out at the kids that were rough-housing near you; they looked up at him in what seemed to be fear, “Don’t make me ban you from the pool!”
After that, you had grown less anxious by a considerable amount. You would feel your heart rate accelerate when someone got too close or when you accidentally made eye contact with someone as you were surveying the pool - awkward. But, for the most part, you were enjoying yourself, to the extent that you were in the perfect spot to casually look up and see Billy only feet away.
You only snapped your gaze away from your boyfriend when you felt something bump into you. You stumbled slightly to the side before fumbling backward. Your eyes widened as you felt yourself falling backwards, arms flailing, your feet dropping past the cliff in the pool.
You crashed to the water, slowly sinking to the bottom. Your mind had frozen, totally out of control as everything muffled around you. Your eyes were screwed shut, your mouth closed with the little bit of air you were able to gulp down in the process of falling. 
At the tightening of your chest, your eyes flew open, panic settling in. You tried to look around, the chlorine burning your eyes as you watched peoples' legs kick around in the water; like from a scene in Jaws. 
Trying to propel yourself up with your arms, you finally reached the bottom. Thrashing your arms, you pushed off the bottom of the pool with your legs, trying to reach up to break the surface, but it seemed so far away. When really, if you only had a bit more time, one last push would've made you break the surface. 
You felt tired, your chest burning as were your lungs and throat. Your eyes drooped, and suddenly, you inhaled. You felt like you were drowning. You were drowning. As the water filled your lungs, you watched with blurry vision as bubbles floated up to the dimming surface above. 
Your ringing ears slowly faded, your vision with it. And for some odd reason… You felt at peace.
With the little bit of consciousness that you had left, you felt something grab you and pull you up. What felt like hours, had only been a minute.
Suddenly, your eyes opened, and you turned on your side as pool water expelled from your mouth with force. You coughed, chest heaving as you choked on the remaining water in your mouth; the taste was foul. 
You felt a hand on your back - rubbing soothing circles - a voice speaking to you, or trying to. It was hard to make out what they were saying. Slowly, you were moved back to your back, your droopy eyes blinked heavily as you stared up at the person over you. 
Slowly but surely, your vision got better, allowing you to see a very distressed Billy. His mouth was moving, talking to you, no… Yelling. But your mind couldn't process it. What was he saying?
He lightly tapped your cheek with his palm, just as your hearing began to return, you suddenly felt really tired and your throat burned. Little droplets fell from his wet curls, landing on your neck and cheeks. 
"Y/N, can you hear me now?" He asked, and you nodded slowly. You watched as he let out a big sigh, taking you in his arms and helping you sit up. His warm hands, wet with the same pool water brushed over your face, pushing back your wet hair. His blue eyes, hurriedly and worriedly, checked over you swiftly for any sign of cuts, bruises before checking you for a concussion; which you did not have thankfully. "You scared me for a minute." He muttered, "Do you think you can stand up?" 
You opened your mouth to speak, "B…" Your throat burned, screaming out to you to stop, and so you did, just nodding instead.
"I know, I know…" Sowly, Billy helped you stand up, your hands holding onto his arms tightly. His hands gripped your waist and lower back, just in case he would have to catch you. That's when you noticed everyone staring. Everyone was watching you, everything was deathly quiet. You ducked your head down, as if that would help, closing your eyes tight, you felt your chest tighten once more. Billy, being the super attentive boyfriend he was, immediately noticed your oncoming panic attack, quickly and carefully leading you to the first aid room near the pool office and changing rooms. "Take my shift, Heather." He grumbled, passing the other lifeguard.
Looking up from the office window, she watched as Billy passed with you beside him. Huffing, she stood, "You owe me." She muttered before leaving the office to take his place as the lifeguard. 
Billy quickly opened the first aid room. It was bigger than a typical Janitor's closet, but small enough that it couldn't fit more than probably twenty people; if they all squished together shoulder to shoulder.
Sitting you down on a chair, you leaned back against the back of it, your head tilting to the side, your ear pressed to your shoulder. You watched as Billy pulled a large towel from a shelf, turned towards you and wrapped you in it. Rubbing his hands up and down your upper arms, Billy's eyes flickered over your face, the same distressed expression on his face. "Y/N, talk to me."
You blinked, lifting your head slightly, "I- I am never going into that pool again." You muttered, your voice still a bit rough, but getting better. 
And from your response, Billy cracked a small smile, a real, fond one. "You don't ever have to. You can sunbathe. Or, hell, bring a book with you if you want."
You nodded slowly, allowing yourself to smile, "That's a good idea."
Sighing, Billy pressed his hand into your cheek before grabbing the edge of the towel and gently drying your face and then hair. "When I said that I'd love to give you mouth to mouth… I didn't mean when you were drowning." He tried to joke, but inside he was still panicking. 
You did your best to do the same. You knew that if you started freaking out, then Billy would too. "I'm okay. I'm just tired." You blinked your burning eyes. "I think I want to go home." You murmured, and Billy nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, let's get you home." Helping you stand, he then helped get your things, and grabbed his, before punching out and leaving for your car. 
Buckling you in, you took his hand, "What about your car?" You had asked, but Billy shook his head.
"It'll be fine for tonight." He shut the passenger side door before hopping into the front seat. "You're more important." He muttered, and you almost didn't hear it once he turned the engine on. 
The entire drive home was silent. A tense fog in the air, breathable, but anxiety-filled. You wondered if he was angry at you, which you knew was ridiculous, but the thought popped into your head anyway. But the grip he had on your thigh, tight but comfortable, brought you out of that negative headspace. Your hand carefully laid over his, your thumb brushing along his knuckles. Pressing the side of your cheek into the passenger side window, you let yourself shut your eyes. 
~~~
When you next awoke, you were in your bed. Billy nowhere in sight. Blinking, you stared up at your creme ceiling, your fingers gently brushing up on your warm, blue comforter. And suddenly, you felt hot.
Kicking off the blankets, you at least kept part of the sheet near your feet, observing your yellow sleep shorts and one of Billy's shirts on you. Thank God you weren't still in that bathing suit. At this point, you wanted to burn it. Pushing your hands against your bed, you propped yourself up, scooting backward and leaning back on the headboard. Swallowing, you coughed lightly, taking a glance and noticing a small glass of water on your bedside table. 
Taking it, you took small sips, allowing your mind to process what had happened. You almost drowned. Billy saved you. You are alive. You are home. You replayed those words over and over in your head, trying to tell yourself that everything was okay. You were safe. 
At the light knock at your door, you looked up as it opened, Billy pausing briefly, meeting your eyes before walking in. He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down at you, less worried, but with that same look in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" He asked, and you nodded. "Your mom said you were, her being a nurse and all."
You bit your lip briefly at the thought of Billy bringing you home and making sure you were alright with the help of your mom. "Yeah," You took his hand into yours, "I'm okay. Thanks to you."
Billy pursed his lips, eyes hardening ever so slightly as he turned his head to stare down onto his lap. He said nothing for a moment, his grip tightening in your hold slightly. "Why didn't you tell me that you couldn't swim?" He then asked, and you sighed, biting your bottom lip.
"It's embarrassing." You muttered, feeling your eyeballs sting with salty tears. "And I only went to get out of the heat. I didn't plan on going out that far, honest. I just tripped." You spoke, rushed, making Billy turn to look up at you.
"I'm not angry at you, if that's what you're thinking." He remarked, and you stopped, looking up at him. "I'm angry at myself. I should've kept my eyes on you like I said I would."
Shaking your head, you gave him a smile, "You didn't know that I can't swim. None of this is your fault." You shrugged a shoulder, “Plus, if you were watching me the entire time, you wouldn’t be protecting everyone else.”
After a few moments of silence, of gazing into each other's eyes, he spoke, "I'm giving you lessons." He gestured to the door, "Your mom, she was pissed when I told her what happened. She asked me to teach you."
Huffing, you rolled your eyes. "I never want to swim or even go near that pool again." You groaned, and Billy nodded.
"You never have to, but I'll gladly teach you only when you want to learn." He answered, earning a hesitant nod from you.
Another moment passed, "Thank you, Billy." You whispered, sniffling lightly as you looked at him.
His smile, small but genuine, sent shivers down your spine, "Don't mention it." He muttered, leaning forward to press his lips to the center of your forehead. Tracing his fingers along your cheek, you pressed your hand to his, keeping it on your cheek.
"Are you staying the night?" You alee softly, and Billy smirked, his half-lidded eyes bored into yours.
"I was planning on it." He leaned back down to brush his lips against yours. "Any movie suggestions?" 
Shutting your eyes, you answered, "Anything but Jaws." 
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