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𝐦 𝐲 𝐭 𝐞 𝐚 𝐫 𝐬 𝐫 𝐢 𝐜 𝐨 𝐜 𝐡 𝐞 𝐭 - s.h.

note: this is apart of my cruel summer (Stranger things version) project, running all summer long! this was the first song I thought of doing for this project, and I just knew it had to fit with s1 steve. hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 1.8k

trope / pairing: fem!reader x asshole!Steve (s1 Steve) | angst / hurt fic

warnings: mention of a forced kiss at a party, but no other descriptions given.

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Silent tears rolled down your cheeks as you stood, all eyes on you. The hallway fell into hushed whispers as Steve stood before you, a ghost of a smirk on his face. This wasn’t what he had wanted, but it’s what Tommy and Carol advised was best. The public humiliation of you, that painted him the hero.

There, behind him, taped to your locker was an image of you and Tommy, with “slut” written in red lipstick on the door. The photo was from a couple nights ago, after Tommy’s party. You were helping Tommy pick up the trash around the house, while Steve was passed out on the couch. Tommy had cornered you in the kitchen. The next thing you knew, he had his lips on yours. You pushed him away, and threw the remainder of someone's beer on him, but of course Carol didn’t get that on her camera.

To say the two of them didn’t like you dating Steve was a vast understatement… and some days you debated if even Steve liked you. This only further proved that insecurity, as they stood before you, staring you down.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Steve asked, hurt. He was hoping you would apologize, and beg for him to take you back.

But you just looked at him, trying your best to stand straighter, to act like this didn’t feel like death itself. There was no coming back from this. The finality of what he had just done felt so similar to the finality of death. You wiped the tears that fell from your eyes, and squared your shoulders.

“No.”

It came out firm, unwavering. It was what you needed to say, to get him to realize the consequences of his decision. He hadn't even confronted you before this. There was no getting back together in a week after this like before.

It was done.

The hallway rumbled with whispers, as if everyone else also realized the finality of it all. A martyr's death before them.

You saw the hurt flash in his eyes, as you turned and headed towards the doors. The tether between you two had frayed and snapped with the single word uttered from your lips.

“Fuck you!” Steve yelled, the humiliation surrounding him as you walked away from him, in front of the entire school.

The crowd in the hallway dispersed, heading to their classes. Tommy and Carol laughed, tugging Steve away from your locker, but he stood still.

As he turned around to face your locker, the red writing hitting him hard in the gut. Guilt rolled over him, and he instantly got nauseous.

“You guys go, I’m gonna clean this up,” Steve said.

“What? Come on, leave it. Everyone deserves to know what she did.” Carol scoffed.

“Not like this!” Steve yelled. A clarity washed over him as he watched the way Carol and Tommy exchanged a look.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing!” Carol said quickly, scurrying off, with Tommy close behind her. Steve shook his head and turned back to the photo.

Staring at it, he noticed something he hadn’t seen at first. Your hand balled in a fist, pushing Tommy’s arm away from your shoulder. He had thought you were grabbing Tommy, but it was just the opposite. Rage and hurt boiled inside, as he put the pieces together. How Carol just so conveniently got this on her camera, how you didn’t even bother to explain yourself.

Why had none of this occurred to him before?

He slammed his fist against the locker, setting the picture free to flutter to the floor.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he yelled, running his hands through his hair. He was going to kill Tommy for what he did to you, and for what he just did to Steve- setting him up for failure. It killed him, knowing he hurt you worse than anyone had before him.

He sank against the locker, his head in his hands as he tried his hardest to wash the feelings away.

Outside, you were headed into the woods, to a spot where you and your friends congregated. The tears were freely flowing now, broken sobs escaping as you sped walked. You hugged yourself tighter, trying your best to self-soothe.

Eddie was already sitting at the bench, waiting for you. He had heard what happened and immediately went to your spot, knowing you’d escape there. He had stolen Dustin’s lunch box too, so that you would have snacks and a drink waiting.

He heard your broken sobs before he saw you, the heartbreak devastatingly drenching your aura.

“He’s a fucking ass, y/n, and you desereve better,” he said immediately, getting his thoughts out of the way so he could comfort you properly.

You climbed onto the table next to him and let it all out. The fear, the pain, all of it was excruciating. Your head found his shoulder, and his arm wrapped around you tightly. He hated seeing you like this, knowing there was nothing he could do to make you feel better.

He remembered the lunch box behind him and grabbed it.

“I, uh, stole this from Dustin. He usually has the good snacks.” Eddie said, passing the lunch box to you. Sniffling, you took it and placed it in your lap, carefulling unzipping it.

Inside lay a half eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a bag of chips, and some fruit snacks. You looked up at Eddie with a face that read ‘really?’.

“Okay, I swear he really does! Of course today is the one day he doesn’t,” he rolled his eyes, frustrated with his little friend.

You started laughing. The gesture was so kind and so out of character for Eddie, that it not going his way is entirely on brand for him. Once you started laughing, you couldn’t stop… Eddie eyed you curiously, before starting to snicker himself.

The two of you were interrupted by the sounds of crunching leaves, and soon Steve’s face appeared from behind some trees. You straightened instantly, nauseous at the sight of him. How dare he, you thought to yourself, gripping Dustin’s lunchbox.

Eddie stood, meeting Steve at the edge of the little clearing. He was beyond pissed to see him here, already knowing exactly what Steve was about to try and do. The same thing he always did… do something dumb, and then come back five minutes later to end things. Eddie was tired of seeing you hurt. He never had admitted it, for fear of losing your friendship, but he had loved you for a while now. He tried his best to stay supportive, and to be on your side… but this was a final straw.

“What are you doing here Harrington?” Eddie asked, stopping Steve before he could get any closer to you. Steve didn’t even bother glaring at him like he would usually do. He just looked defeated… hurt.

“I wanted to apologize. I was in the wrong,” Steve said, loud enough for you to hear. You looked up, shocked. Steve was never the one to apologize first.

“You think?” Eddie scoffed.

“Look, y/n… I want to know what happened that night. After you left, I looked at the photo more closely, and I… I realized that Tommy and Carol lied, or at least I think they did.”

“Steve… are you serious?” You whispered, completely taken aback by his statement. “You believed those two idiots instantly, without even giving me any credit. You automatically assumed I would cheat on you with the one person I hate the most in this world, all because of a very convenient photo that was taken.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.” Steve attempted to move closer to you, but Eddie pushed further against his chest stopping him. Steve glanced at Eddie who just shook his head.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.” You said, setting Dustin’s lunch box down and standing up.

“Y/N, please…” Steve pleaded, but Eddie cut him off.

“Leave Harrington. She said she didn’t want to talk to you right now.”

“No! I’m not giving up that easily. You think I don’t know? The way you look at her? The way you’re conveniently always there when we fight!” Steve yelled, his face turning red with anger.

“It’s called being a friend, dumbass! I know that notion is foreign to you, seeing as you have none!” Eddie yelled right back.

“Fuck you, dude!” Steve yelled back. They were five seconds away from physically fighting each other, each bucking up to the other, waiting for the first punch to be thrown.

“Steve!” You shouted, cutting both of their attention to you, their eyes wide. “Why don't you do what you didn’t do the first time and actually listen to me. Leave.”

The final word hit deep Steve with a force of a thousand knives, the finality settling deep in his bones. His eyes sunk as he dropped his arms and slowly turned to leave. He didn’t dare look back as a sob rustled through the trees after him.

Weeks had passed since the breakup, and neither of you were doing any better. Your grades had dropped, and his focus on Tommy and Carol was almost nonexistent by this point. You noticed he had befriended Dustin Hendersen and his goons, after seeing them all in the hallway. The kids had frantically run up to him screaming about something you couldn’t make out and then they were gone out the school doors.

It was endearing the way he handled them, almost as if they were his own kids. The idea brought a smile to your face, as you remembered a time when the two of you had once discussed your future. He had always wanted kids - a minivan full of them. The sense of longing that crept up as you reminisced made your stomach nauseous.

“Why did you have to be so stupid Steve?” You whispered to yourself, shutting your locker door and heading out of the school.

Steve and the goons were still in the parking lot. The kids were arguing over which way to go, but Steve had stopped listening. The sound of the door opening caught his attention, and he turned to see you walking towards the entrance of the school. You were wearing his favorite sweater on you, the lilac color standing out against your hair, which you had styled the way he liked.

His heart ached, yearning for you to be near him again. To smell your perfume and your hair. To hear the sweet sound of your voice that always sounded like it was laced with honey and dipped in sugar.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled, his voice cracking at his loud register. The kids had already climbed in his car and were waiting for him.

“Alright alright, calm down,” he muttered, stealing one last glance before walking to the driver's side door.

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