#tommy hagan imagine

[ashes-writing]

So, I saw you were open for requests right now? I was wondering if you could do a fluff alphabet? For Tommy Hagan, please? 💖

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I would absolutely love to do this for you dear!! Thank you for sending me this ask, I've lowkey been dying to try and do more for Tommy, tbh.

Warnings;

None really. This is meant to be fluffy so I focused on the good parts for this.

Taglist;

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

.... This is honestly situational. While I feel inclined to say that he'd be super affectionate, I have to take into account who may or may not be present and the relationship to the person giving affection. If he's with you / knows you well, he'd definitely be affectionate in public / private / anywhere. But if you really don't know each other that well and you're trying to be affectionate, it would depend on his mood + people present. I feel like he's more subtle touches and forehead kisses with an arm around your shoulders or waist than he is groping you in front of the lockers or something. However, he does have a playful side and he will tickle / wrestle you in private because he loves to make you laugh and smile.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

.... He's loyal, he's honest -even if you don't want to hear what he has to say, that's too fucking bad because he'll say it anyway. He's very very protective of the people closest to him and he always has their backs no matter what. I have this running scenario in my head that the way he and Steve became friends is because one or the other stood up to a bully for one or the other in the schoolyard and it just kind of bloomed from there. An alternate scenario is that he's the boy you wind up tutoring and you're surprised to discover that he's nothing like he makes himself out to be when you're in the process of tutoring him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

.... Listen, listen.. He absolutely loves to cuddle, especially when he's having a really really rough day. Usually on bad days, if you'll allow it, he'll be the little spoon or he'll lay with his back against you and his body between your legs so you can run your fingers through his hair or massage his scalp, he would literally melt in your hands if you are okay with letting him be the one taken care of now and then.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

.... I feel like this is a mixed bag. Pre/During Steve, yes he probably thought about it now and then. He knew then that it wasn't exactly conventional for the time or anything and he knew that there would be things said or done if he were ever to admit to his feelings for his best friend, but he did dream about it. As far as you and Tommy go, I feel like he has to really warm to you. He has to see that you're not going anywhere and you're there for everything no matter how good or bad. I just feel like he's been left a lot in his life and especially after Steve, he just like... shuts down? It takes time for him to open up after that?

.... As far as cooking and cleaning. Tommy's an amazing cook BUT... he does not clean up his messes when he's had the kitchen. Cleaning, he's okayish at. But if you need something fixed around the house? He can do it, just give him like.. a screwdriver, whatever parts he needs, a cold one and maybe a few bandages.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

.... He'd do it quick and easy. Just say what's going on, why it's not working and he'd be done. He's the type who would rather rip off the bandaid than let himself or the other party suffer a second longer than y'all have to. Boy hates being miserable, he'd rather cause a little pain now than fuck around or be distant and ghost his SO and hurt them so much worse later on.

....Writer believes that Tommy's father stepped out on his mother. And that possibly, Tommy's father wasn't exactly the best dad/husband. So I think Tommy witnessed a few affairs and like.. Just decided he wasn't doing it to somebody.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

.... I feel like if he's thinking marriage, he knows it's serious and he's gotten some form of confirmation that what he wants is a sure thing, otherwise he's not about to waste the time to ask. I think that once he asks the big question, there's no actual hurry to do it -see headcanon in above answer as to why, he'll move at whatever speed feels most natural. Could be a spontaneous beach thing on spring break in California with his friends present or it could be a huge thing with friends and family and such, he's not picky.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

.... Okay, so here's the thing. Tommy's uh... He's blunt. Honest. Sarcastic too. These things don't typically lend to an emotionally gentle person BUT... I feel like he observes people too, and he knows how to make himself whatever he needs to be for any given person/situation, so I feel like if he really cares and the person he's with is really sensitive, he'll be very gentle with them. Otherwise, you're probably not gonna like his idea of subtle and gentle honesty because it's just not.

.... Listen, listen... Physically, he is the other side of the coin. He will handle the people he cares about like they've got a fragile label on them for the most part. Unless he's gotten angry and frustrated (ie, the fight with Steve about Nance) and he just can't. Even then, he'll probably walk away before he lays a hand on the person. The day he shoved Steve up against the BMW was the day he'd been pushed to the brink in his mind.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

.... He loves hugs, he'd die before admitting it, but he does. He's a subtle hugger, one of those who will hug against you from behind and it's warmth and the most comforting thing and he's not trying to, he just hugs like that because that's how he wishes someone would hug him, poor guy. He's not very big on doing it too terribly often, but it's enough that you enjoy them every time he does it.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

.... I feel like he's pretty slow with it. He has to warm up to the person. He has to know he feels this way for sure and have some sort of reassurance they feel this way in return. It could take a while.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

.... He's passive aggressive about it, tbh. And petty or sarcastic. He'll make these snide comments casually and his jaw is tightened. He's tense all over too. The flip side to this is that if he's jealous and the person he's jealous of is making you uncomfortable and he can see this with his own two eyes, he will appear, melting himself against you, his arms around you.. Maybe nuzzling against your neck when he's glaring at the person in question over your shoulder. And he'll smirk, the more he can get you to respond to him and take your mind off of this other person who's freaking you out, the more he'll smirk at the other person. If they don't take a hint or god forbid, they keep trying, he will step up to them. Make himself taller. Use this honeyed voice while staring them down as he tells them that it's in their best interest to fuck off and away.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

.... Full of teeth and tongue. He will bite your lips. He will suck your lips. Most of the time, if you're shorter he will pick you up so you don't have to stand up and he doesn't have to bend down a lot. His hands are all over you, he gets really, really handsy during a kiss. They're usually on either side of your neck or on your face. And he'll do the lil forehead boop at the end and it's just ahhhhh... He likes to kiss you on the lips, cheek and neck but he loves to kiss you on the forehead. He loves to be kissed on the mouth, the back of his shoulder and his forehead, if his SO is taller.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

.... He's an actual overgrown child himself so when kids are around, he'll definitely be playing with them. I feel like he's lowkey good with them but like in the 'fun uncle' kinda way, not the mom/dad kinda way.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

.... with both of you hitting snooze because if this man doesn't have anywhere to be, he's not getting out of bed till at least 12. Maybe later. It's usually cuddling and kissing and both of you saying a lot that you don't want to get up. Then when you are up, it's cozy and filled with laughter cos you're trying to make pancakes and every attempt brings forth a new mistake made. Then you'll go off to do whatever for the day with a v.v long kiss at the door.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

.... Showering / bathing together after you've eaten and watched whatever happens to be on tv. Tommy likes boxing and football and stuff so if there's a game or a fight on, you're probably watching it with him and it's amusing bc like... he likes to yell at the television. If no sports are on, he'll watch horror movies and he still yells. It's funny. Very cute too.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

.... It takes a little while for him to start opening up but when he does, it's kind of all at once? I feel like it's this info dump and it's usually triggered by something that's happened + the fact that he feels he can trust you and you won't hurt or judge.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

.... PATIENCE? BIIIITCH WHERE? Okay, look, seriously. He has a short fuse. He's got okay patience, but most of the time, the short fuse overrides the patience and when he's had enough, he's had enough.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

.... I feel like if he's really, really, really into a person, he remembers every little thing, even stuff you don't notice BUT... he'll forget dates to important shit pretty easy, he usually gets close to the date itself but not like.. the actual day? If this makes sense.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

.... Whatever you were doing that made him notice you in the first place. It'll be burned in his mind vividly until the end of time. Or the end of the relationship and even then, it'll haunt him?

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

.... He is suuuuper protective. He'd definitely fight for you, he'd probably break every speed law on the books if you were hurt and he needed to get you someplace to be taken care of. If it's people saying shit about you, he'll hold and comfort you but secretly go seek out those people and kick their asses or knock their teeth down their throat or something, esp. if it continues. He wants someone to do the same thing for him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

.... Surprisingly, he puts a lot of effort into dates and anniversaries. Gifts are more or less a gag gift followed by something deep that has meaning to both of you but that gag gift is funny as fuck because baby has himself a good sense of humor. Everyday tasks, it all depends? Like, if there's no deadline and it doesn't have to be done a certain way, he won't rush to do it or try to do it perfectly, especially if he's more focused on other things.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

.... the anger, the way he bottles things up til he explodes, the way he tends to mirror other people a lot of the time like he's kind of afraid to be himself or doesn't actually know how.... Oh and his loyalty. He's too loyal and sometimes, it makes him do crazy and/or stupid shit.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

.... He's really not bothered. He likes how he looks (though sometimes, he hates the freckles) so he just kind of does whatever. Very lazy with self care most of the time (think bar of soap, deodorant and shampoo and thats it, that's all, he won't be doing spa nights with his SO because he doesn't like to sit around idle too long he's got a lotta energy.)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

.... Depends on how serious his feelings are. And whether things ended with finality or he didn't get his closure. If he gets closure, he can let go pretty easy and it's kind of cold sometimes? But like... if something happened to you and you were really serious about each other, this man would be wrecked for a while, tbh. And it would manifest in anger / depression.

.... Alternately, if this is just one of those things where you're gone for a while, he'll miss you a lot, so he'll be trying to call, visit, write as much as he can. He refuses to let himself have a chance to get that empty feeling bc boy is hooked.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

.... He loves to hold both your hands. If he's driving, he's got a hand on your leg or an arm around you. He likes to play basketball and soccer on saturdays at a park and sometimes, if there's kids playing there already, he'll teach them jump shots or trick shots with the soccer ball. He doesn't kill spiders, but he will trap them under glass and release them outside.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

.... Brussel sprouts. He cannot fucking stand them, holy shit. In a partner, he'd hate dishonesty / having affairs. I mean.. this one is common sense (and again, it goes back up to the hc i gave about his father stepping out / being shady to his mom) because the second reason he had such a huge problem with Nancy and Steve is he caught on to Nancy not being really in love with Steve -and jealousy because he loved him too and she had him, then she hurts him and screws around?, look, this man's mind works in strange ways. He was angry then and he felt like he was in the right to be angry, hence the shit he did and said. He knows fundamentally that he went too far, but at the same time, he feels like his actions were justified.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

....Sleeps in boxers, just an fyi. One arm and one leg are usually off the bed or wrapped around a second pillow. He has to have total pitch black in the room too, if there's even a sliver of light he cannot fucking sleep.

[munsonsmrhusband]

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male x male content, women dni please <3

includes: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, (Hint of Tommy Hagan) and Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

using your throat after a long day

eddies all revved up after a good game

forgetting your money and giving your dealer an alternative payment

monster cock! eddie

Steve Harrington

steve letting off some steam

getting used by the keg boys ft steve/billy

putting the guest bedrooms to use

king steve keeping you in your place

Billy Hargrove

showing off your mouth skills at a party

getting used by the keg boys ft billy/steve

soft sex while he’s in a good mood

power bottom billy

[steviesbicrisis]

I cannot believe I made a whole post yesterday about parks and rec x Stranger things and did not make this connection??? I AM SORRY EVEYONE

[harringroveera]

The flirting here was so blatantly obvious it’s painful to Tommy to watch

[thediktatortot]

Son Of The Landlord Steve Harrington who lives in the double wide at the front of the trailer park and spent all his money on a nice car.

Trailer Park Queen Billy Hargrove who has some money from winning a lawsuit and relaxes in his above ground pool in the front lawn.

Local Crazy Eddie Munson who is a bit of a conspiracy theorist but it's only demons and aliens.

Fuck Boy Tommy Hagan who lives with his grandma and invites girls home to sleep on her bed.

[allthingssteddie]

Steve Harrington is new to town and is immediately attracted to a dirt track driver.

Backstory Steve’s father has recently had to transfer his job to Hawkins which Steve’s not happy about. He angry he has to move schools when he wanted to finish senior year in Chicago and now he’s forced to live the the middle of nowhere. But on his first day he is approached by Tommy Hagan and Billy Hargrove they become some what friends (mostly Tommy because billy gives him shit all the time) and one night when he’s alone at home Tommy calls him telling him he’s going to pick him up and telling him they are going to be watching Billy race. And when they get there and Billy racing he doesn’t get a good look at the other driver until the end when the other person wins. and billy is furious and about to get into a fight with the other guy but is pulled back and the guy he finds out his name is Eddie makes eye contact with him and he’s instantly attracted to him and then eddie winks at him which makes him confused to what he’s feeling.

[nymime]

straight to the point.

13 old Steve doing this and Tommy records it.

[ickypuppi3]

amnesiac!billy is taking over my brain right now and it got me thinking about steve calling tommy to ask if he has any photos of billy.

because steve doesn’t have anything of billy’s.

because steve and billy weren't friends. they were never friends. not that he's gonna tell billy that. not right now. not yet, at least.

point is, steve doesn't have anything of billy's.

so he gets billy's music from max. billy's clothes. helps billy put his necklace on. uses his own money - well, his dad’s money - to fix up billy's camaro.

but there aren't any photos.

not recent ones anyway.

max managed to find two of billy as a kid. one with a woman. billy's mom he supposes. the other is just of billy. steve doesn't look at them by himself. feels too invasive for some reason.

he ignores the writing on the back, too.

point. is. there aren’t any recent photos. and steve just wants to show billy that he has actually lived in this shitty little town. that no one's lying to him.

then steve remembers tina’s party. the first time he saw billy up close. remembers the keg stand. remembers seeing a camera through the window as everyone cheered.

and that’s when he realises. his best chance is tommy.

so he bites the bullet and calls tommy at college. asks if he has any photos of billy. tommy tells him yeah actually, kept them when i heard about the fire. didn't want to forget about him, you know?

and they catch up for a while. it's weirdly.. easy? almost like old times. steve supposes they've both got bigger problems. bigger than high school shit, anyhow. easier to get along when everything’s in perspective.

tommy tells him he's not gonna be back for a few weeks. agrees to post the photo's to steve though. steve says thanks man, tells him i owe you one. tommy asks if he wants to catch up next time he's back in town. steve finds that he really does.

then the photos arrive.

the photos arrive and steve cries. doesn't know why. just cries. thinks it's fucking stupid, really. maybe it just feels like a relief. a relief to see that billy really was hargrove. that he did actually exist before all of this shit.

he shows them to billy next time he visits. says yeah, yeah when billy puffs out his chest and boasts about stealing steve’s title. gives names as billy points to each person. laughs when billy asks why freckles is staring at his ass.

[strawberrieg0re]

i totally understand how tommy reacted during season 1 to Steve. Like could you imagine your best friend (who's also ur crush) suddenly prioritizing a girl over you- a girl you probably thought would pass in a few days and never be discussed again. he must have been so confused when he was getting yelled at for actions andn jokes steve also (or used to) partake in. He must have been so heartbroken and angry and i totally get it

[the-faceless-bride]

New Town, same problem -> first day of school.

Summary: it's the first day, new people! New classes! New reputation... Unfortunately riding in with the School "freak" it's the best first impression.

⚠️ Tommy and carol being well... Tommy and Carol, asshole king Steve, Eddie being Eddie, cursing, and teachers picking partner projects.

Once again! @the-snarky-writer was the inspo for this! Go look at their stuff I think it's great! And they are awesome!

You finished off the curls in your shaggy-cut hair before grabbing your bag and leaving to meet Eddie outside.

Your sister had yet to leave for her school that was across from yours and your mother still asleep, you grabbed a fruit off the counter before walking out of the quiet house.

You smile at Eddie as he opens the passenger door of his van, being as dramatic as he normally is.

You laugh getting inside giving an exaggerated "thank you!" And he smiled at you playing along.

It wasn't long before he was getting into the driver's side and starting up the loud van and blasting his music that you both screamed the lyrics too.

~~~~••~~~~~~~~••••~~~~~~~~••~~~~

Pulling into the school before the van was put in park, you looked over seeing Eddie smiling at you, "you ready for a day in hell?" He asked in a silly yet sinister voice, being sure to move in close wiggling his fingers at you.

You rolled your eyes, "bring it on."

"That's the best friend I know and love!"

You didn't think too much of what Eddie said about it being Hell, of course, Eddie would find this place hell as all he wanted to do was play his games and live a chill life.

But you noticed that as soon as you stepped out of the car with Eddie, all eyes were on you.

You just tried to shrug it off.

But if there was one thing you hated, it was being stared at for no reason.

"Well, would you look at that," Steve said with a huff of amusement as he leaned against the side of his car waiting for his newest 'fling' Nacy.

"Look at what?" Carol asked as she got out of Steve's car to stand next to her boyfriend.

Tommy.

Tommy had placed himself next to Steve one hand supporting his weight as he leaned into the car with one of his hands placed on his hip.

"The freak brought another freak," Steve Muses Tommy laughs along even if he didn't find Steve's joke super funny.

He was busy looking at the new eye candy that pulled in with the schools so-called "freak"

Whoever was with the freak wasn't too bad to look at Tommy's thoughts, and it seems Carol could read Tommy's thoughts as she looked up to his for a moment and back to the two classmates dressed in black heading into the school.

"Big deal, we have another freak to keep in line; who cares?" Carl scoffs taking Tommy's hand and wrapping it around her and moving in closer to him.

Steve looked at Carol and opened his mouth to speak but Nacy had walked over to the car effectively making any harsh or snarky words that were about to leave Steve's lips die on his tongue.

Tommy just rolls his eyes, he liked Steve better when he spoke his mind and wasn't afraid of losing some chick because of something he said.

He didn't get it.

••••~~••••••••~~~~••••••••~~••••

Tommy sat in class bored out of his mind as the teacher went on about chemicals and safety and whatever else he was blocking out.

But what caught his attention was the teacher telling someone to introduce themselves, that was Tommy's indication that he definitely missed something interesting, well.

As interesting as you could get in Hawkins, the one place where nothing interesting ever happens...

It was you, in your shaggy curls and dark clothes.

Tommy looked you up and down, you weren't so bad.

Different, but not bad.

Different was good in his opinion, it made you stand out and make you unique to the rest of Hawkins.

However, depending on why you're different will determine if you were complimented for your uniqueness or bullied by the rest of Hawkins.

As much as he wanted to applaud you for making such a big impression the first day, you walked in with the freak Eddie, you looked like him, and had some of his mannerisms.

That means you, like Eddie. Were a freak.

And being popular in Hawkins was like being in a tiny lifeboat of popular people like him. And while some enjoyed it that way. It only made Tommy anxious.

If anyone sees Tommy so much as smile at you in a non-malicious way or taunting way the way they all did to Eddie when they laughed or talked about him they would through him right over the side.

You told the class your name and where you were from before taking an empty seat behind Tommy.

Tommy resisted the urge to turn around and get a good and up-close look at you.

The teacher explained how a new partner experiment would be the ongoing work for the next few weeks and started randomly calling out names to partner together.

"You two are already sitting close to each other so why don't you two work together."

Tommy was kind of happy to be able to interact with you without having to go out of his way to do it, he was just going to have to be a bit careful when talking with you in front of the class.

He knew people were watching him, to see how THE Tommy Hagan aka King Steve's right-hand man felt about the new freak of Hawkins; Tommy made sure to give a little show of an annoyed sigh making sure to roll his eyes before He turned around him his seat to face you.

You just gave a small smile that was slightly awkward as even though you had just gotten here you could tell from the way the class would watch him, he was at the top of the social ranks and you being a kid wasn't a good way for him to meet you.

You'd have preferred he not meet you at all and just ignore you completely.

The teacher had given you after-school work and Tommy passed you a note in his surprisingly neat and pretty writing.

'We'll study at my house-' along with his address

Maybe Tommy wasn't gonna be that bad.

The rest of your day was a real breeze, just staying in the background ignoring everyone else while they practically burned holes into you.

As soon as you got home you made something to eat and made sure to leave some leftovers for your mom and sister before leaving to ride to Tommy Hagans house.

°°~~~~°°°°°°°°~~~~°°

When you got there he had let you into his home with a smile, which slightly through you off.

"Welcome, we can work in the living room or my room, my parents aren't home so it doesn't really matter." He explains with his pearly teeth still blinding you.

"Oh umm, the living room is fine!" You say sitting down on the couch as it was open and pleasing to look at.

You didn't want the first study to be in his room, you did not know him well enough and would rather not go through the god-awful experience of having to sit in him a room that was a much more enclosed space.

You were not ready to be that close.

But if this was Tommy Hagan...

This Smiley, giggly, and welcoming goofball of a boy?

You felt that you weren't going to hate Tommy Hagan as much as everyone else seems too.

[tawneybel]

Note: Decided to repost this here, after posting my Vecna story on AO3. It’s from 2018 and my writing style’s changed a bit since then lol. Contains noncon, mind control, voyeurism, and oral.

Imagine Steve finding out Jonathan's a Peeping Tom and doing something about it. In front of you.

“So, why are we waiting by Jonathan Byers’s car again?”

Nicole shot you another sympathetic look. She’d been doing that since Steve came to escort you to the parking lot. At first you assumed he was going to be a nice guy and invite the missing kid’s brother to hang out. But the inclusion of the other three felt off. You knew for a fact Carol and Tommy thought Byers was a total dweeb. And you weren’t well-acquainted with Nicole but you got the impression that she never really liked Will’s older sibling, either.

The two lovebirds were engrossed in each other. Steve was resting his butt mock-casually on the hood of the Ford Galaxie 500. You tried not to look too confused as Nicole kept glancing at you like she expected you to start crying. Before anyone could answer your question the Ford’s owner appeared. 

“Hey, man,” your boyfriend greeted as he hopped to his feet.

“What’s going on?”

“That’s what I want to know,” you replied, hoping Jonathan found your tone jovial. “Nicole here was, uh, telling us about your work,” continued Steve. “We’ve heard great things,” Carol trilled and her boyfriend mockingly added, “Yeah, sounds cool.” 

“And we’d just love to take a look, you know-” Steve took a second to breathe out and give you a glance. “-as connoisseurs of art.” 

The hard look on his face as he finished speaking made your heartbeat faster. The other boy had fucked up somehow. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He tried to hurry to his car but Tommy snatched his backpack. Jonathan, you thought, what did youdraw?

You weren’t sure you wanted that question answered so you tried to ignore the conversation going on around you. If the others weren’t there you would’ve asked Steve if you could leave. 

“Oh, man.”

“Let me see.” Tommy was eager to find out what juiciness lay in the bag. “Dude.”

Oh, right, Nicole’s a photographer. Again you tried to tune out. You failed when you heard Steve say, “This is called stalking.” 

“Who was he stalking?” 

“You’re the starring lady.” Once those words left Tommy’s smiling lips your heart dropped. His girlfriend explained, “This creep was spying on us last night. Probably going to save this one for later.” Carol handed a photo to Nicole to pass to you.

Now the throbbing in your chest was almost painful as you realized you were holding a candid of the moment you lost your virginity. Your naked back was visible through the window as, off-camera, Steve ate you out. But there was no way anyone else here could know that, right? You just looked like you were undressing. 

“How? How could you…?” you demanded of Jonathan. Both of your hands were gripping the photograph and you were so tempted to rip it up. But you thought of how much more satisfying it would be to report him. Nicole wordlessly retrieved the picture and you subconsciously wiped your hands on the sleeves of your shirt, like that would clean your hands of the sleaziness. 

“See,” explained your boyfriend, “you can tell he knows it was wrong but that’s the thing about perverts. It’s hardwired into ‘em. You know, they just can’t help themselves.” You heard him angrily exhale again. “So at first I was thinking we just have to take away his toy.” 

“No, please-”

“But looking at ______, I think you really need it hammered in how much your sleazy shutterbugging hurt her.” 

That made you look up. It was kind of a strange thing for Steve to say. Sure, your moister-than-usual eyes made it clear you felt more victimized than the others. But again something about the situation felt odd. You expected Steve to start ripping up the photos but instead he let them fall to the ground. The other girls did likewise. 

“I think you need to know what it’s like to have your privacy violated,” your boyfriend decided as he reached forward to grab a handful of Jonathan’s crotch. 

“Steve.” 

Your gasp seemed to go unnoticed as the older Byers’s eyes bulged out. You looked over to Tommy, expecting him to ask what the hell was wrong with your man but he just chuckled. Carol’s mouth formed an O before morphing into a half-smile. The other half of those assembled were too shocked to wonder aloud what was wrong with the other three. It was starting to feel like one of your fantasies. The kind you were too ashamed of to write in a diary. Your beloved Steve Harrington had absolutely just groped a boy. In front of you. Foryou. 

Tommy made no effort to hide how much he was relishing this. “You can’t report that to anyone.”

As Steve’s hands shot out you thought for a split second that Jonathan was going to get felt up again. Instead, they took hold of the pitiable stalker’s head. You wondered if your honor’s defender was going to forcibly makeout with him but what happened next was much worse. Steve looked down at him with an uncharacteristically cruel smile before pushing Jonathan’s head down. If your hand hadn’t clamped itself over your mouth you would have gasped again. 

Jonathan was no longer too shocked to move as the stronger male attempted to force him to his knees. Just as the photographer started to shake himself out of your angry boyfriend’s grasp, Tommy strode forward and placed a sneaker-clad foot on the back of the eldest Byers’s head. He grimaced as his face was pressed against the bulge in Steve’s jeans. 

At that point you expected your boyfriend to let go. For Tommy to remove his foot and say, “Did you actually think you were going to have to suck his dick?” Even joking about whether or not Jon was hard was almost cruelty-free compared to a forced blowjob in front of four of your rapist’s friends. From where you were standing you couldn’t guess his state of arousal. You licked your lips. 

“You know, in that picture of ______ you took I’m giving her head.” There was no verbal response, only confused dread on the Byers boy’s face as he looked up at Steve. “Not sure if you realized what we were doing or not but I’m sure if I’d had her pressed naked against a glass door you would have gotten a snapshot of that.” 

“Steve.” The realization that the six of you were standing (or, in Jonathan’s case, kneeling) in a high school parking lot made your heart sink even lower. “The game’s about to start.”

“Who cares?” countered Tommy. “If I don’t get to see you get your pussy eaten by either of them, at least I get to see cocksucking involving Steve.” 

Why the hell would Tommy say that in front of the girl who had been his sweetheart since seventh grade? You looked over at her. Carol didn’t seem to mind. She looked like she was about to burst out laughing. You also found the situation absurd. Just not in a way that was remotely mirthful. 

Tommy: “Come on, ______, don’t you want to see this weirdo get his?”

You did a quick scan of the visible school property and were dismayed to see that no one else was taking notice of Jonathan Byers’s degradation. In fact, almost everyone else had cleared out. 

“Yes, but shouldn’t we tell a teache-?”

“Come on, ______,” Steve assured you. There was no malicious grin. He looked benevolent and sounded almost reasonable. Or at least he would have looked benevolent if his hand wasn’t already wrapped around his free erection. “He’s a pervert. He already knows what he did was wrong, now we just got to give him incentive not to do it again.” 

“He’s a pervert.” (“We.”)

What does that make you?

And, with your silence, Steve pushed his throbbing member into the candid photographer’s mouth. Tommy had since put his foot back on the asphalt. If someone had told you last night that Jonathan Byers would get the opportunity to blow Steve Harrington before you did…

Nicole turned to you, mouth hanging open, looking as uncomfortable as you felt. She was about to speak up but then looked down and stayed quiet. You were crossing and uncrossing your legs and rubbing your thighs together. Your eyes briefly skimmed across the debauchery in front of you. Jonathan didn’t seem to know how to orally pleasure anyone but that didn’t deter Steve, who was doing most of the work. Your boyfriend’s fingers were digging into the other boy’s scalp as he forced his thick appendage in as far as he could. Jonathan’s eyes looked blank as his aching jaw was thrust into. 

Would the owner of the gray Ford Galaxie 500 please be allowed to stop getting to third base against his will?

When you looked up you saw Tommy smiling at you. He chuckled at your awkwardly quirked lips. You wanted so badly for this just to be a wet dream. Later, you would think back to how you could have easily stopped this. Drawn attention to the fact you, Tommy, Carol, and maybe even Nicole were having a mental circlejerk in public. But at that moment you just continued pressing your thighs against each other. One hand wiped itself on the sleeve that covered your tattoo. 

“...that’s the thing about perverts. It’s hardwired into ‘em. You know, they just can’t help themselves.”

Your face felt like steam should be issuing from it. Despite that, it was a bit too cool out to be getting sweaty. Tommy went back to enjoying the sight of his friend violating a disliked classmate. As more of your cum dripped into your panties, your nose discharged blood. 

No one is ever going to bring up Jonathan Byers sucking Steve Harrington’s dick, you thought as the spunk of the latter dribbled down the former’s chin. 

Later, after you noticed that the wind hadn’t moved a single photograph off the ground, after you carefully slid the raciest shot back inside Jonathan’s bag, after you threw a handful of tissues at the poor bastard’s face before catching up with Steve (who helped clean up your face), after the stupid basketball game... 

You invited Steve to your place that night. For your second time, Steve managed to give you two orgasms while he was inside you and a third one with his fingers. Afterwards, as you lay in his arms, you wondered what Jonathan was doing.

[ashes-writing]

just what i needed | stranger things ; t.hagan

A/N ;  This uh.. it may or may not have been a true labor of love for me -as is the one I have going for Billy, tbh. I started this telling myself that I probably wouldn't ever do anything with it and then an insane lack of reader fics for this goofy freckled bastard -and a burning desire to at very least fix friendships and meddle around with what could've been (in the case of tommy and billy and friendship) and yeah.. Here we are. I go into this fully aware that literally nobody asked for this and most likely, this will not be one of the series that a lot of people read, but.. I can't just not post it. I can't.

So, if you've been looking for a short lil Tommy x reader thing, here we are, babes.Sorry it's a reader insert, this just worked for me, idk.

Pairing ; Tommy Hagan x Good girl!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; this one is set around the point in season 2 when Tommy and Steve have their falling out. It's written under the pretense that Carol dumps Tommy for whatever reason and there will be so much billy and tommy friendship fuckery (Despite me own personal belief that Tommy loved both Steve and Billy but also wanting to like.. let other tommy fans insert themselves into the picture anyway..) There will be no upside down + it's unholy terrors here. Just the same as allll the others, this is a teen rom com / slice of life thing so there won't be anything but the normal here.

Tag List ; @musichealsscars is the only person on my stranger things tag list. I throw a tag out to @rampagewriting -bae, if this is not your cup of tea, you can totally skip this, it's fiiine. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including fandom piece in question is for, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; Tommy coming to a lot of huge realizations. Underage drinking (and yes, a short drive bc this is the 80's) and a no parents house party situation. Lots of sexual tension, mentions of fuck marry kill being played, a very very drunk reader and a slightly less cocky version of Tommy bc he's going through a lot here and he's getting his head around it. Huuuge potential that Billy and Tommy are more than a little OOC here. I've been dying to write them but i miiight not be the best at it.

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“I think we need a break, Tommy.”

– when she said it, the first thing he thought was that she was just bored. She wanted to fool around with other guys and she’d come crawling back. That had been almost a month ago.

And so far? 

Carol Perkins hadn’t looked back a single time.

Tommy just wasn’t sure what exactly to do with himself. With Steve preoccupied with the situation with himself, Nance and Byers, Steve wasn’t in the right frame of mind to give him any real advice and they weren't talking anyway because they'd gotten into it for those exact reasons. Billy Hargrove turned out to be the one to notice his internal struggle.

Billy had taken him aside.

“Be dressed and ready at 8. You’re goin to Tina’s party with me tonight.”

Billy’s tone indicated clearly that he wasn’t fucking around.

So with the firm order, Tommy threw together a last ditch effort Halloween costume. A red bandana rolled and tied around his forehead. A sleeveless white tank top and some old oil-stained jeans he had lying around that had clearly seen better days. To give the outfit a little more realism, he even offered himself up to mow the lawn for his old man.

Around 7:45, he found himself standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom, the plastic Bowie knife strapped to his bicep. He laughed at how ridiculous it was, the idea that a stupid Halloween party was somehow going to fix the place his head was at lately. He knew it wouldn't, obviously. The problem was that this time, he just didn't know what the fuck to do to even begin fixing at least some of the problem.

He almost called Billy to call the whole thing off but right around the time he picked up the phone downstairs in the hall to do it, the loud rumble of the Camaro driven by Billy Hargrove came roaring up the street, an abrupt halt at the curb in front of the Hagan house.

Billy laid on the horn, half out the window, yelling out to him. “Get your ass in, Hagan. C’mon, we got shit to do.”

Tommy made his way down to the Camaro and got in on the passenger side. The drive was quiet at first. But Billy shattered the silence. “Remember my talk with Harrington? I’m gonna tell you the same thing so just fuckin listen, alright? Carol’s not worth it, man. Look, she was screwing around on you over the summer. You know it, I know it because you told me a thousand times. You weren’t really that happy either and she kinda treated you like shit, Hagan.”

“Yeah,yeah.” -but it’s hard to let go of an old habit and essentially, that was the perfect description of his relationship with Carol Perkins since as far back as 7th grade. The more he thought about it lately, the harder it was to remember why he’d even liked her in the first place.

She was blunt, rude, definitely spoiled. And while he always took up for her, she never seemed willing to do the same for him. They spent nearly all their time arguing -that is when they weren’t fucking at his house or hers or in his backseat.

Steve might have been onto something when he broke away from their usual girls.

Granted, he’d picked the worst one possible to experiment breaking away with, but  the fact remained… Steve did seem more at ease now that he wasn’t just amassing himself a body count.

“There are other girls out there, man. There’s other fish in the sea.” Billy said it with a shrug as he exhaled smoke and took the last drag of his cigarette. “Tonight, you’re gonna see that. You’re gonna see I’m right.”

Tommy laughed. “Doubtful, but whatever.”

Billy rolled his eyes. For whatever reason, Tommy felt the need to elaborate. “Girls don’t date the sidekick, Hargrove. They date, well… You or Steve. Not me.” Tommy said it with absolutely none of the bitterness or the jealousy this fact made him feel, just flat. As if it were something he’d come to accept. 

“I’m gonna smash your fuckin head against a wall, idiot.” Billy rolled his eyes. “Look. You’re not just the fuckin sidekick. You’re probably one of few actual friends I’ve got here. This is for your own good, man.” Billy’s Camaro pulls to a stop behind a red Mustang fastback that Tommy’s seen around the Hawkins High parking lot a time or two but never really bothered to pay attention to. When he caught sight of the license plate, he snickered to himself and nudged Billy, nodding to it. ���TOOFAST, huh?”

Billy rolled his eyes. “Please. It’s Ford. The only thing it’s too much of is a pain in the ass when it breaks down on the side of the road. Ya know,” he rubs his chin and chuckles, “The driver’s this real cute little thing. Shy as hell, man. Her brother gave her the car.”

Billy could have told him that the driver in question was the same girl that had him stopping midsentence when he popped into the class BIlly just happened to have with her, but Billy wasn't about to do that, oh no. Where was the fun in doing that?

Tommy’s brow quirked. “A girl drives that.”

“Mhm. Like a little old lady out for Sunday brunch, but she drives it.” Billy laughs from the front step of Tina’s house as he looks back at Tommy who is still admiring the car. Tommy shrugs. “Not bad.. For a Ford, I mean. It’s red.”

Inside the crowded house party, you dangled your keys in your hands while nursing a heavily spiked cup of punch and somehow, wishing it was stronger. Parties were not your thing. People -especially the viper pit known as the cool kids at Hawkins High, were even less your thing. You only tolerated Hargrove because he wasn’t fake like the rest of the ‘cool kids’. And he knew your older brother, so you kind of had to tolerate him at this point. And maybe at some point, tolerance turned to an odd sort of friendship, and that odd friendship was the reason you were even here tonight. Sneaking out to a party which was not something you'd normally do. Neither was drinking but.. It was taking the edge off.

It was Billy’s idea to talk you into coming out to this alcohol fuelled open grope fest.

But you were annoyed. It was too loud. Too cramped. Just too much.

And Billy, the asshole responsible for talking you into sneaking out tonight, well.. He was running late as usual.

“Five more minutes. If he’s not here in five more minutes, I’m out.” you say it to yourself as you slam back the contents of the red plastic cup in your hand. You make your way into the kitchen. There are a few people in there but not as many as the living room or out back where the keg is set up, waiting to be tapped.

Madonna gives way to Ballroom Blitz and you bounce around on your feet a little, grinning.

 At least this isn’t more of that shitty pop music Tina and Carol have been playing on a heavy rotation all night. At least it’s… something.

You’re swaying your hips to the music as you dance around the kitchen, opening cabinets and just being nosey overall. When your eyes light on the bottle of vodka, you raise a hand and giggle. “This oughta numb the stupidity my eyes are beholden right now.” you muse as you scramble up onto the counter and grab for the bottle.

You’ve just uncapped it and taken a huge sip when your best friend Layla wanders in and gapes. Not only are you at Tina’s stupid party, you’re drinking vodka straight from the bottle. She nods to the bottle in your hand. “Pace yourself, lightweight.”

“Oh my god, fuck off, Lay.” you laugh a little. Your eyes flit around, taking in the drunken mass of teenagers at varying stages of drink or fuck. All that’s missing is a brawl. And you laugh as soon as that thought comes because with Billy supposedly coming out tonight, that’s a very real possibility.

“Is he here?”

“Who?” you answer, taking another sip. The burn of the vodka is starting to lessen. It’s starting to go down a lot smoother now.

This probably should’ve been your warning to stop but sadly, it won’t be.

“Billy! You’re the one who’s friends with him, God knows how that one got started..” Layla has that dreamy look. The one she always gets right before she does something so stupid it’s almost incomprehensible. It usually ends with her, crying in her room -or yours, while she talks about boys being dogs and insisting they don’t want anything but sex.

“Hey!” you pout and you find yourself glancing around. Billy isn’t here. But to be fair, Billy isn’t exactly the person you’re looking for right now, either. No, the guy you’re looking for is Tommy Hagan and the fact that you can’t seem to stop yourself from searching for him in a crowd frustrates you to no end.

Layla’s still going on and on about how neat it must be to be partially in-crowd when you zone back into the present and out of your daze. You laugh hysterically because it’s just not true. 

They’re royalty -supposedly, and you’re just.. Not.

You’re the quiet one. The awkward one. The girl who doesn’t really do well with others. People always assume you’re a sweetheart -and you are, but.. This comes with the nifty little annoyance that they also feel like they can just plow right over anything you say or any boundaries you set. And if it weren’t so damned hard to just speak up, to just let yourself get good and angry like you want to sometimes, if you had the spine to stand up for yourself, they’d find out real quick that you’re not the girl to mess with.

“Oh my god, did you see who Carol is here with?” Layla finally changes the subject. At the mention of Carol Perkins, you roll your eyes. “Nope.” the p lingers as you say it. Calmly raising the bottle of vodka to your lips to take another long pull. “Don’t really care, either.”

“Ben! She’s here with Ben.”

“So?” you shrug. It did sting a little, knowing the queen bitch of Hawkins High was at Tina’s Halloween party with your latest ex, the one who dumped you because you were “too boring.” Which was bullshit, it was guy code for “won’t just crawl into my backseat willingly.”. 

But then the stray thought crept in. Tit for tat.

You are real quick to shove this out. As if Tommy Hagan, with beautiful eyes and goofy smile -and admittedly, not a working brain cell in his head, bless his heart, and those goddamn freckles and that fucking dry sense of humor.. As if Tommy Hagan would ever look twice at you.

“So? You’re not upset?”

“She can fuckin have him, honestly.” you shrug and laugh as you take another sip, “And he can take a flying fuck on a rolling donut.” your words slur just a little and at the two times you say fuck in the same sentence, Layla glances from you to the bottle in your hand and she just laughs.

“Hey… Let’s get Isla and Dot… Maybe we can play a little Kill,Fuck,Marry or somethin.. Maybe make this bullshit party at least a little fun for us, the peasants.”

You shrug.

On cue, Isla rushes in and she’s all laughter and trying to grab you both to kiss your cheeks. She absolutely reeks of alcohol and she’s probably a good two of three sheets to the wind. Dot wanders in behind her, a cup of punch raised to her lips.

“Did you see who your ex is here with? He downgraded, girl. He downgraded so bad.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head no while shrugging. “Layla already told me and honestly, I don’t fucking care. Ben can go fuck himself.”

Dot blinks. Then she sees the bottle in your hand and she giggles. “Oh.” she laughs out. “Oh… so you’re actually letting the sassy side out to play tonight, hm? This can be fun.”

“Or it’ll be a complete fucking disaster, either way. I’m here. So.. are we playin or not?” you hop up to sit on the counter. There’s a radio sitting beside you and mostly to combat the pop bullshit in the living room, you turn it on and flip through the stations until you find your preferred one. 

After a little tuning -and a giggly smack to the back of the radio, Steveie Nicks  just barely picks up and you hum along with Dreams as you work the heeled boot off of one of your feet with the other. It’s just now that Isla seems to notice your lack of a costume.

“This is a costume party. I thought you were the living embodiment of spooky, bitch?”

You shrug. And with a roll of your eyes, you brandish the stupid cat headband you’d picked up last minute at the general store in town. “I wasn’t planning on coming here but somebody insisted.” you drawl out, laughing. “And then, naturally, the asshole is late.”

Isla and Dot share a look and Layla fills them in. “Billy.”

Their eyes light up and you roll your eyes. “Oh no. Nope. Absolutely fuckin not, alright? Look. he’s my friend and all but I can tell you with absolute certainty that he is… Not lookin.”

They all pout in unison. Layla slips up onto the kitchen island to sit and Isla hops up onto the counter next to you. Dot grabs a dining chair and drags it over, turning it so the back of the chair is pushing up her tits because of course she is, she’s also wearing a low cut pirate dress.

“Okay, when we left off last weekend in Kasey’s treehouse, it was your turn.” Layla smirks at you as she makes grabby hands at the bottle of vodka. You take a few sips and grimace. The burn is dull, but every other sip or two it sneaks back around to surprise you. You can feel it working, you’re lightheaded. Lightheaded and you can’t stop laughing.

Or saying wildly inappropriate things, as you’re just about to find out.

“Okay,” Layla is glancing at you with a wicked gleam in her eyes, “Kill, Fuck Marry… Steve Harrington, Ben or…” she glances around and rubs her chin thoughtfully as her eyes settle on someone just outside the room. “Tommy Hagan.”

You scowl and flip her off, laughing.

“Oh god.. Ben’s dead. And I’m reversing the damn car to make sure he doesn’t come back. Steve is.. Out entirely because honestly, he’s so…” you rub the bridge of your nose as you try to think of a word to fit the way you feel, your eyes brightening when you come up with the perfect one, “over-rated. Yeah.. yeah, that’s the word I’m lookin for.”

“You can’t–” Isla and Dot are about to argue that you can’t place one person into two categories but Layla shushes them. You don’t notice it, you’re swinging your bare legs against the cabinet below the counter you sit atop as you stare at the red polish on your toes, but Layla nods to Tommy, who just happens to be standing right outside the kitchen with an almost comical look of shock and awe on his face, at least a little invested with this little game of hypotheticals.

After all, how can he not be? His name was mentioned.

He’s hanging around because his name is the only one left. And the realization that this means for once, he’s been chosen.. Noticed.

And the fact that it’s you, well..

The poor guy is struggling heavily inside himself right now. But he’s listening because he just needs to hear you say it. There has to be a reason.

“We’re waiting.” Layla clears her throat.

You shotgun a generous sip from the bottle in your hand and pass it to Isla when she nudges you and nods to it. You burp and then you laugh, a snort coming that makes your three friends double over.

“Wait, whoa.. Let me get this right.. You can pick between Steve Harrington and Tommy Hagan and you’re picking.. Him..” Isla wrinkles her nose as it sinks in. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why?” she hands the bottle back to you. Dot reaches for it and you lean out and nearly faceplant the damned kitchen floor in the process and you would have if Isla hadn’t grabbed you by the arm to pull you back. You’re laughing as you lean your head back against the cabinet behind you. “Y-you asked for it.”

“Well?” Layla taps her wrist and she’s barely hiding a smirk. Tommy is frozen in the doorway, watching you like a hawk. Like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you before and he’s absolutely fucking… smitten. And Layla knows he’s standing there, she could easily tell you he’s standing there but honestly, she’s figured out a long time ago that you might or might not have just the teeniest crush on the guy. And she knows you’ll never say it without a little push. And a lot of liquid courage.

“Ugh, fiiine.” you raise the bottle to your lips. When the radio at your side starts playing Careless Whisper, you glare at it and flip it off. “Ew, fuck.” you grumble.

You’re stalling, of course.

“First of all,” you speak up after things have settled down a little. “Carol Perkins was fuckin lucky to have him, okay? Lucky. All the shit he put up with outta her and he protected her and stood up for her? Marriage material, bitches. Like seriously, just ugh…. Watching him stand up to somebody for her used to get me so damn hot. He deserves better, y’know. I mean, shiiiit.. Anybody is better than Carol no tits to speak of  Perkins…” you turn the cat ears over in your hand thoughtfully. Then after a second or two, you slip it onto your head. Crooked, but of course it is.

You’re laughing again, that same dreamlike look on your own face that you were taunting Layla for when it came to Billy Hargrove earlier. You sigh. “As far as the fuck verdict. Listen, if I’m going to..” you’re hiccupping and as you do it, you frown at yourself and a hand raises to your lips as if to stop the soft sounds. You’re not a drinker, not by any stretch.

Outside the kitchen, Billy’s noticed Tommy lingering. Watching you. He smirks to himself. He’d known it the second he got to know you somehow. Tommy Hagan would absolutely eat up the whole cute and quiet little thing you normally have going on. And when he got to really know you and realized that you have this sass, this fire that you keep hidden… Oh god.

It was the whole reason he dragged Tommy out to this party. Well, that and the fact that Tommy had to come into the class you have with Billy earlier in the afternoon before he asked you to come and when Tommy walked in, Billy couldn’t help but notice the goofy little smile. Or the way you were flushed and flustered to a point where you dropped your pen at least three damn times while staring and trying to make it seem as if you weren’t.

Oh and, he’d also noticed Tommy doing his own fair bit of sharing when you weren’t looking, when you had your nose buried in the magazine you’d stashed inside your textbook while you pretended to pay attention.

This needed to happen.

So when he hears the topic being discussed, he can’t help but chuckle and nudge Tommy. “I’m gonna go make my rounds, Hagan. Kegstands later, right?”

Tommy nods.

Fixes his focus back on you. Waiting. His heart is beating so loud he can feel and hear it in his ears.

And inside the kitchen, you speak up, digging the hole for yourself even deeper when you do it.

“Have you seen his hands? Y’know what they say about a boy with big hands or big feet…” you’re especially giggly at the thought, your skin burning hot all over, but you’re only going to keep talking. Keep digging yourself down deeper into a hole you don’t even realize you’re digging yourself currently. “All I’m saying is if I’m actually going to give up my virginity, I wanna be with somebody who knows what the fuck he’s doing. I just.. Look, you three can stop fuckin lookin at me like that, “ you pout, your voice a soft and lazy drawl because the combination of the alcohol coursing your system at the moment and just the… Thought.. Of the things you’d let Tommy Hagan do to you that you’ve kept hidden all this time, well.

You’re in a daze.

“I’m not like you, damn it. I can’t just hop in a backseat and just get it over with. I kinda..” you’re fidgeting with the sleeve of the flannel shirt you were wearing over the thin little dress you’d thrown on to wear for the night, “I want it to mean something and like.. I’ve liked him forever now, oh my god. The short answer here is Tommy fucking Hagan can absolutely wreck me, alright? Just.. yes.. Yes..” 

“Wait..” Isla gazes at you. “Was he?” she trails off, shaking her head. A little stunned because for some strange reason, she’d had the feeling it was somebody else entirely. 

Dot laughs and asks quietly, “So the guy you wrote all that stuff about for creative writing. The little shorts and the poems that had the goddamn teacher so flushed she couldn’t even read it out loud like she said she planned on doing to all of us last year…” Dot swings her feet and reaches out for the bottle as The Chain comes on the radio and you start to sing along, sighing as you shrug. “Yeah. They were about him, alright? Don’t start your shit with me, damn it. I know it’s stupid and I know I’m a sap. I don’t care.” you take the bottle back from Dot, leaning out too far again and laughing about it through a wild mess of hair as it swings down in front of you, your palms flat against the countertop to catch yourself.

When you sit back up and at least make an attempt to do something with your hair and the headband, you’re still hiccupping, laughing and your hand raises to your mouth.

“She’s soooo fucking drunk right now.” Layla laughs when she says it, giving you a little grimace.

“Girl? Are you gonna be okay?” Dot asks, snickering quietly.

“Oh sweetie.” Isla winces as she thinks about the headache you’re going to have in the morning and slips an arm around your shoulders to pull you into her side, “Your hair is gonna hurt. That’s how bad your hangover is gonna be.”

Your eyes widen, you’re starting to realize that you are well beyond the level of tipsy you set out for and you are now blitzed. Blitzed as in you’re suddenly not entirely sure if you’re walking out of the party later or you’ll wind up finding some way to con your older brother’s best friend Billy to carry you.

Layla clears her throat. “I’m going for a smoke.”

“Me too.” Dot and Isla chorus. You almost say you’ll go too because shit, why not… you’re trying out the drinking and the stupid cliche house party, the sneaking out of your house bullshit that nearly got your ass broken when you underestimated exactly how much weight the trellis by your window could hold safely.

You almost go bopping right outside with your three best friends, but.. You’re not about to try to get off the counter and fall straight down to the floor and kiss the tiles.

“The floor is lava?” you question, palming your face and leaning your head back against the cabinet behind it as Layla, Dot and Isla leave the room. When the local pop station starts to dominate the airwaves and your chosen channel is nothing but a faint ghost in the background, you scowl at the radio and reach out, snatching the cord from the plug in.

Billy makes his way in. His brow raised at you. “Are you drunk right now, pint size?” he’s barely hiding laughter in the teasing accusatory tone he takes. You’re laughing to yourself and you hold a finger up to your lips. “Shhhhhhhhh!” you look around as if any second, somebody will pop out and you’ll be in trouble for drinking.

Billy plugs the radio back in but you glare at him. You shake your head. “Too loud.”

He chuckles to himself. “Why are you sitting on the counter when there are chairs, hm?”

“The floor is lava. It’s lava, Billy.”

“The floor is lava.” Billy’s trying not to howl in laughter and in effort to hold back, he’s nearly shaking.

Sweet Caroline comes on the radio and if Billy only suspected you were totally off the tits drunk before, he gets his biggest confirmation when instead of ba ba ba you find it hilarious to yell out fuck fuck fuck.

Loud. Louder than he’s ever heard you be before. And this includes all the times he was present at your place when you’ve chased your older brother down while yelling at him about eating your ice cream or leaving the toilet seat up or using your fancy conditioner because he likes the way it makes his hair soft. Billy wasn’t entirely sure you possessed the  vocal range you’ve just demonstrated until now, truth be told. And that thought has him laughing. Grinning in amusement.

Tommy is going to eat this shit right up. Guy has a bit of a protector kind of bend to him and Billy knows with no doubt that he has to go through with his plan now.

“Jesus christ.” he rubs his forehead. Then he catches sight of the bottle of vodka sitting at your side and he yanks it away. “Give me that shit! No wonder you’re fuckin drunk. How in the hell did you find vodka?”

You reach up and tap the cabinet door while snickering. “Climbed my ass up and got it, duh.” you stick out your tongue.

“I can’t right now, I fucking can’t. I’m gonna.. Let me go find you a babysitter, alright?” Billy gazes at you in concern. You’re one of the few people aside from Tommy he actually considers a friend and given that your older brother is one of the few best friends he has in this pissant little town he’s been plopped into, he feels like it’s kind of his duty to look after you.

It’s a task he’s about to relegate to Hagan’s quietly lurking ass. Because you’ve just gift wrapped yourself with a shiny red bow and suddenly, Billy Hargrove knows exactly how he’ll go about casually nudging you and Tommy Hagan together.

“Hagan! Yo! Tommy! C’mere, man!” Billy’s whistle draws Tommy out of hiding where he’d been sitting in the hallway just replaying your confession over and over again because his brain wouldn’t let him let go of it.

Tommy can’t help but laugh when he sees you, swinging bare feet off the edge of the counter and the cat ears perched on your head are crooked, sagging as if at any second they’ll just fall right off. 

“Yeah?” he finally manages to say something but he can’t stop staring at you and he hasn’t yet.

“Pint size says the floor is lava and she won’t get down, buddy.” Billy nods to your perch on the counter. Tommy drags a hand over his hair. When you hiccup a few times and you start giggling, Tommy feels a smile start to creep to his lips. It’s something he hasn’t really done a lot lately.

“The floor is lava, huh?” Tommy eyes you in concern. Swallowing hard when you’re staring right back at him. Everything you said about him comes rushing back and he tries to pull himself together. But he knows beyond all doubt that tonight only ends one way. He’s determined to get closer to you. Actually get to know you.

Because somehow, he knows that he’s fucked. If he tries to ignore what he knows it’s just going to keep popping up. And hearing you say everything you did earlier, everything he’s always wanted to hear, it’s just… He can’t just let you -or whatever this could turn into, slip through his fingers.

For as mouthy and vocal as you were when it was just you and the girls a few minutes before, you’ve clammed up again. It always happens around him and you feel like maybe it comes out as you being indifferent to him when the truth is, the way he makes you feel overwhelms you most of the time.

You manage a nod though, and Billy clears his throat. “ You’ve got this, right, Hagan?”

Tommy laughs quietly. “Yeah.”

“Awesome. I told some of the guys I’d go pick up some more alcohol. While I”m out I’ll find that one’s brother and let ‘im know he's gotta pick up his car.. Got it?” Billy is firm when he says it but Tommy agrees with no hesitation and then Billy is  gone in the blink of an eye and this leaves you in the kitchen of Tina’s parents house all alone with Tommy.

“C’mere.” Tommy steps closer. Your heart does that stupid lazy little flip. The one you always get annoyed with yourself over when it happens. Your filter is gone right now though, so when he beckons you closer, you lean in. Against him a little because you don’t trust your sense of balance and the room is spinning all around you.

“You’re not a drinker, huh?” Tommy questions.

You shake your head. Laughter bubbling out. You’re not sure what to do with your hands and he’s so fucking close to you that for some odd reason, the idea that comes first is to grab hold of the front of the dingy white tank top he’s wearing and just kind of melt against him. “Too much potato juice.” your voice is muffled and soft and Tommy barely manages to make out what you’ve said but then he spots the half empty bottle of vodka you’ve been slamming most of the night that Billy put out of your reach on the space between the top cabinets and the ceiling and he grimaces.

“Ouch. Yeah, that’ll hurt in the morning, princess.” Tommy’s staring again. First your eyes but then his gaze shifts down. Settles on your lips. They look so fucking soft. And you smell like apples and cinnamon candy, the realization comes when he finally just can’t fucking take it anymore and winds up putting his nose against the top of your head. The tension in the taller boy’s frame just kind of melts away, all the anger and the stress he’s been carrying around because Steve’s awol lately and then Carol decided to abandon ship too, it all just kind of  vanishes.

Your legs wind up around his waist and you breathe in deep. Because he smells like cologne and cigarettes, the cheap beer he’s been nursing all night and for some reason, fresh mown grass. It’s a combination that’s odd and somehow, it’s relaxing. “Oh man,” you hiccup out as you take a deep breath or two, “I-I’m g-gonna be i-in s-serious shit, for sure. Deeeep shit.”

Tommy gingerly grips your chin to make you look up at him. “Yeah?” he questions softly. “Why’s that, hm?”

Your hand goes to your mouth and you giggle. He reaches up to lower your hand and you answer, explaining that not only have you never really been a big drinker, you also snuck out of your parents house tonight to even come to this stupid party. And then Tommy realizes that when Billy tore off earlier it's because Billy had a plan in mind. You tell him that Billy conned him into coming to the stupid party in the first place.

At first, Tommy’s a little jealous. But then he thinks about the whole ‘other fish’ speech in the car on the way over. Billy’s not the most subtle. He kind of hinted around about you at one point, bringing up the fact that he caught you staring when he had to come into the class you’re in with Billy earlier in the day to get something he’d left in Billy’s Camaro.

And it hits him. Billy dragged him out to the party tonight because the shithead was going to play cupid. Or try to. And Tommy’s laughing to himself because it’s in that moment, something clicks  for him further.

Billy, a Camaro driving badass that everybody’s scared shitless to cross.. Billy actually does really consider him a friend. He’s not just a sidekick.

He’s not a sidekick and he was chosen. Noticed by a girl. You didn’t notice Billy or Steve, you noticed him. You wanted him. And Billy actually valued his friendship because Billy tended to keep a distance and not get personally involved in other people’s shit otherwise, he knew Billy Hargrove well enough at this point to know that. And yet, Tommy thinks with a genuine smile, he’s getting involved right now.

The shock of it all fades away and he locks eyes with you. “You wanna come outside with me?”

You nod quietly. “Not s’ sure I’m gonna be the best walker..” you give this cute little sheepish shrug when you say it. He laughs and shrugs too. “I gotcha.” he scoops you up to carry you out the back door and your arms wind up around his neck and you’re laughing because you can’t stop thinking about what you admitted to your friends during your little stupid game earlier.

Parts of you are tempted to just let it all slip out but the other parts of you, the parts of you that know better and know it’ll be a disaster, they override the overwhelming urge, thankfully.

You’re just kind of quiet, kind of content to take what you can get -fully aware that you’ll pretend this went further than it did later on when you’re all alone. The thought elicits a soft purr that tickles this one spot on Tommy’s neck that’s the quickest way to drive him crazy.

He has to tighten his grip because when he hears -and feels, the sound, it’s all he can do not to drop you because it goes straight to his cock. And the inner turmoil grows. Because now, he’s not only dealing with whether to sit on what he’s overheard or bring it up somehow but in addition, he’s dealing with the fact that it’s been quite a dry spell, this is the longest he’s gone without some kind of physical affection, even if it’s just a heated kiss to shut his former girlfriend the hell up.

So every little noise, every little shift your body makes against his, all of it… It’s really driving him crazy right now. He’s real riled up but… He’s determined to behave himself.

This needs time. You’re not in the shape right now and Tommy’s honestly just enjoying the night for what it’s turned into for once. He hasn’t felt this happy in a really long time.

Since 7th grade when Carol just sort of drifted into his life and Steve stood up for him with some asshole in their class who constantly tormented him about any number of things, from his teeth, to his freckles or the way he dressed back then.

He’s forgotten what it feels like and now that he’s being reminded, he just isn’t in a hurry for the feeling to end.

He digs around in the pocket of his jeans to retrieve a lighter and you’re clinging to him. “I’ve gotta be getting heavy to hold.” you gaze at him in concern and Tommy’s brow raises. “Are you kiddin me?”

“Well, I mean..” you laugh softly. “I’m not a feather, y’know.”

“You’re not a cow either, holy shit.” Tommy laughs and the laughter dies away. You don’t feel right clinging to him the way you are or making him hold you so you slip out of his arms. Tommy pouts a little to himself, the pout fading when you compromise by leaning against him. He lights his cigarette and takes a long drag. “Hey..” he nods to a lounge chair on the deck, “C’mon. Let’s get you sitting. Pretty sure everything is spinnin right now, huh?”

You giggle. Hold up your fingers and drawl that it is.

He situates himself in the lounge chair and pulls you down so that you’re sitting between his legs. You lean yourself back against him and before he can stop himself, an arm is slipping around your waist. He tells himself it’s just so your ex boyfriend will fuck off and leave you alone tonight, because he happens to be lurking outside and watching the two of you intently, 

But deep down he knows that isn’t the only reason.

You spot a cluster of stars. And you glance back at him. “I think that’s Cassiopeia.”

Tommy’s blank look prompts an explanation and about halfway through, you feel like maybe you’re boring him to death because you have to be, this isn’t gossip and that’s what he’s used to because he’s one of them, after all. You trail off and go quiet.

Tommy leans into you a little from behind. “What were you gonna say?”

You finish telling him about Cassiopeia and the way she was elevated to the sky along with Cephus and Princess Andromeda as a star but her punishment for boasting came in the form of embarrassment, she was forced to wheel around the North celestial pole and spend half her time clinging to her throne just so she doesn’t fall off.

Tommy chuckles quietly. “There’s uh.. One problem, princess. We’re probably a little too far away from the North celestial Pole for that to be Cassiopeia.” he tries not to but he winds up resting his chin on your shoulder and you laugh softly. “You’re probably right.”

The wind picks up a little and he rubs your arms. “Cold?” he asks the question with a laugh.

“Kinda. But it’s okay.” your teeth are chattering. His jacket winds up around your shoulders and despite telling himself not to do it, he winds up positioning himself even closer so that his chest is pressed completely against his back and both of his legs cage in both of yours on the side. You gulp and when you take a few deep breaths after, they all come out shaky.

You huddle into the jacket over your shoulders for warmth and all you can smell is Tommy. All the little things that make up his scent have you smiling like an idiot. And the warmth of the jacket, you make yourself laugh quietly when you have the thought that he’s an actual human furnace.

Across the patio, Ben is watching. Seething and fuming.

Furious because you barely let him touch you and yet you’re sharing a lounge chair with that idiot Tommy Hagan. Carol notices his attention’s drifted from her and when she happens to glance over to see why, she’s flooded with hurt and jealousy.

And anger because how dare him. He wasn’t supposed to get over her like this. It’s only been a few weeks.

Tommy happens to glance up just in time to catch both Ben and Carol watching you both and he tenses. Grumbles to himself about it quietly but decides right then and there that he’s not worried about either of them. If Ben wants to try something, he’ll start and finish whatever Ben attempts. 

Tommy isn’t the only one whose noticed the latest happy couple of Hawkins High as their gazes burn into the two of you.

“What the hell are no tits and no brains lookin at right now?” you mutter mostly to yourself. Maybe it’s the vodka or something else that leads you to do it, but you stare right back at Carol, sticking out your tongue as you roll your eyes. 

“Take a picture, holy shit.” you grumble and this makes Tommy laugh. Then he remembers that Carol used to tease you a lot when you were all kids. And he cringes at the mental replay because thinking about it now, it’s clear to him that she had to have been doing it because she was jealous, same as when she constantly gave Nancy hell last year when Steve started dating her.

When Tommy catches Ben glaring at him all he does is raise his middle finger. Unlike you, he’s loud. With a razor sharp tongue and sarcasm that knows no bounds. And he’s not afraid to say what’s on his mind.

“Keep lookin over here, Thompson. It’ll be your last fuckin mistake.” Tommy calls out to Ben.

“Have fun with your downgrade, Tommy.” Carol cozies up to Ben and smirks. Tommy is hurt a little, it does sting because you don’t just spend the largest part of your life with somebody and suddenly you can just turn off everything you felt at once, but.. The anger he  feels at her comment overshadows it briefly and he comes to the realization that Carol Perkins has always been this exact brand of miserable bitch.

And he’s starting to see that maybe he was getting tired of the misery and the fighting or the way that the only time they seemed to click was whenever they were making everyone around them miserable too. This leads to his final realization.

While Steve missed his point about Nancy Wheeler entirely, Steve hadn’t been wrong to say some of the shit he said to the two of them the last time they spoke. And he knows it’s gotta be tense for Billy because they were slowly starting to be friends and then the fight happened and the rift started. They’re all on the same basketball team and this rift has definitely caused chaos in the dynamic on the court.

Maybe if he was ready to cut ties and move on, maybe he needed to try. To offer some kind of olive branch to Steve, at least tell the guy he was right, that he had been an asshole.

He decides that he’ll go over to Steve’s in the morning and he’ll try to talk to him. In honor of turning over what he hopes will be a new leaf.

You decide to turn so that you’re facing Tommy and when you do, this causes you to put your legs over his thighs with your feet dangling off the chair. Tommy’s eyes catch on your lips again. He licks his lips and you swallow hard, your eyes following the way his tongue drags over his lips. 

When you blurt it out before you can stop yourself, you want to disappear, melt away through the the patio straight into another dimension never to return.

“You uh.. You have really pretty eyes.” you mumble quietly, your gaze settling on the way your bare legs top Tommy’s jean clad thighs. Tommy swallows hard and chuckles. And there’s this little rush, the slightest lazy flutter in the pit of his stomach.

“You do too.” he answers after taking another drag of the cigarette he’s nearly smoked to the butt end. He flicks the cigarette at a bucket nearby full of glass bottles, ice cream wrappers, other food wrappers and a few other cigarette butts.

Then he turns his attention back to you.

Across the way a little, Ben and Carol are both fuming about their respective losses. Carol smirks to herself as she decides that if she can’t have Tommy some little nobody like you is getting him either. She fully intends to make your life a living hell from Monday onward.

Maybe if she pushes hard enough, you’ll back off and Tommy won’t move on, leaving her behind.

And Ben agrees to go along with it simply because he’s an asshole and he genuinely can’t stand Tommy Hagan.

Billy arrives back at the party with an armload of beer that he dragged your older brother out of bed to get and you cringe when you ask, “So.. uh.. How much trouble am I in?”

“You’re good, pint size.” Billy shrugs and grins.

You raise a brow. Billy laughs. “Relax, woman. Just fucking like.. Enjoy tonight.”

You nod.

Tommy takes one of the cans for himself and gets one of the other guys on their team who’s heading back inside to see if Tina’s still got Sprite or something in the house.

“My girl’s kind of toasted, buddy.” Tommy explains to Eric with a chuckle. Eric gives him a thumbs up and glances from you back to Tommy. “Your girl, huh?” Eric chuckles again. “Sprite. Comin up, man.”

You blink a little but you don’t try to correct Tommy when he says it because deep down, you wish it was true.

Eric comes back out a minute or two later and he tosses the Sprite to Tommy. Tommy pulls the tab and hands it to you. “I don’t think you need to mix vodka with this shit, " he holds up the beer he's drinking and continues, "princess. Hangover’s already gonna be hell tomorrow, I think.”

Billy winces but he laughs. “And I’m going to come over bright and early just to be loud.”

“You, sir, are a dick.” you pout and stick your tongue out at Billy.

Billy shrugs. But he laughs. “Nah.”

You stick out your tongue at him.

Tommy chuckles quietly.

“I’m gonna talk to Harrington tomorrow. Try to clear the air, man. We’ve got that big practice game next week.”

Billy nurses the beer in his hand and nods. “Yep. We all need to be on the same page, Hagan. Guy needs to get his head in the game. So do you. But I think you’re gonna be okay… Right?”

Tommy laughs and nods in agreement.

Billy chuckles. “It’s about damn time, Hagan.” he tosses him another cold one after Tommy’s crushed the can of the one he’s just finished in his hand. “Chug, Hagan.”

Tommy laughs, but he starts to chug down the beer Billy’s just given him.

The party is coming to a quiet conclusion inside. Billy stands and stretches, giving a lazy yawn. “I think this party is dead now.”

“Totally dead.” Tommy agrees and all you do is yawn sleepily and give a thumbs up. Tommy snickers and then his gaze settles on you. Billy speaks up. “Pint size… You comin with us or what?”

“The car.” you start to speak up and remind Billy that you did drive your Mustang to the party tonight, but Billy shakes his head, shutting it down with a shrug.

“Your brother said he’d get it in the morning if there wasn’t a dependable DD to drive it. You realize you’re gonna owe him one though… Right?”

“Yeah.” you grumble about owing your brother one but you’re happy that he’s actually not going to rat you out to your mother because she’d have a small farm if she knew that you not only snuck out tonight to come in the first place, but you were also too drunk to really function for most of the night.

And the lecture you’d get, oh my god.

Tommy stands and this puts you wrapped around him. His arms caged underneath your ass and he’s holding onto you nice and tight so he doesn’t drop you. “I got the back seat, man.”

“Neither of you were gettin shotgun anyway.” Billy states, glancing from Tommy to you as he holds up the half of the case he’s got left. “Where else am I sittin my drinks, hm?”

Tommy laughs. The three of you make your way out to Billy’s Camaro and as it pulls to a stop a few houses down from your house, Tommy slips out and holds out his hand. “C’mon. I’ll help you get in.”

“Y-you don’t have to.”

“I want to though.” he insists. You can only nod and let him grab your hand and pull you out of the backseat. Then you’re being carried again, deposited on the steps by the back door.

Tommy’s hesitant to leave, so he’s lingering. Stepping closer to you as he leans in and one of his hands catches in the hair at the back of your head. Your noses bump clumsily and you both laugh. The kiss is sweet but awkward, your hand gripping the front of his shirt as you raise up onto your toes to close the distance between your mouths. When your brother finally drags himself down to open the door, he chuckles and sizes Tommy up.

As you’re about to disappear into your house, Tommy runs back up.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” he wants to kick himself because he meant to ask you if you wanted to do something the next day. Not tell you he’d see you. “Fuck.” he grumbles, annoyed with himself. “I meant to ask if you wanted to go to the Hawk with me tomorrow night. That uh.. The Terminator is playing, I think.” and again, he wants to kick himself because this is not something he’s used to at all. He laughs. “Or we can see something different.”

You giggle. Raise up to tiptoe to brush your lips against his as you place your hand against his shirt. “The Terminator is fine… Rambo.” you give him a little wink before vanishing into your parents house because you just can’t resist the urge.

Tommy grins like an idiot and as he bolts back down to Billy’s idling Camaro, he pumps his fist in victory.

Billy’s laughing as he watches Tommy race towards him. The Camaro speeds off and Billy smirks when he glances over at Tommy out of the corner of his eye as he drives away and casually repeats what he told him hours ago when they were sitting at the curb outside Tina’s party. “I told you, man. Plenty of other fish in the sea.”

Tommy chuckles. “Yeah, okay. Yeah you did.”

[whosdinkleyhenderson]

wandering eyes - pt 1 (Steve Harrington x Hagan! Fem Reader)

Warnings: King Steve is back! Season 1.

Song: The Look - Roxette.

A/n: I'm planning on making this a mini-series.

Word count: 624

Y/n Hagan, Hawkins’ High beloved cheerleader. She was what every girl wanted to be, and who every guy wanted attached to their hip. I guess that’s the pleasure of being related to the second most popular guy in school, Tommy Hagan. 

The day Y/n had officially moved to Hawkins she became the talk of the town, especially amongst Tommy’s little group. Catching the complete attention of Hawkins High’s King, Steve Harrington. 

Carol had been gossiping about some couple making out in the stalls of the girls lavatory. 

Steve had been zoning in and out of the conversation, only to make snarky comments and laugh when needed. However, the sound of chatter died down the minute he looked up. His eyes were glued to the green and white skirt that was Hawkin’s cheerleader outfit. Following up the skirt, to the knit sweater, sat against the back was h/c hair sleeked back into a perfect clean ponytail. A beautiful smile sat on the rose coloured lips as a melodious laugh escaped. As she stared at the jock in front of her. Too starstruck, Steve failed to notice the young girl turning in his direction. 

“TOMMY! CAROL! Oh my God.” 

By the time he snapped out of his trance, she had already pulled away from Tommy and smiled at Carol. 

“Hey, hey, Y/n. Long time no see. How is Uncle Timmy going with the whole set-up? Dad and I are coming over tonight to help out.” 

Feeling Steve’s intense gaze on her Y/n, shifted herself to face him. Smiling softly she gave a little giggle as Steve watched the curls in her ponytail bonce gently. 

“I’m so sorry, how rude of me not to introduce myself… Hi, I’m Y/n, Tommy’s cousin.” She stuck her hand out. Snapping himself out of this siren-like trance, Steve carefully took a hold of her hand. His eyes took notice of her perfectly manicured nails. French tip to be exact. And silk-like skin. 

“I think loverboy here, is in love.” Carol nudged Tommy. 

“He better not be.” Tommy muttered, his eyes glaring holes into his best friend's head. 

Steve couldn’t help the small smile that formed on his lips. Never had he ever witnessed anyone, except for his mother, to be this perfect and smell of nothing but vanilla and coconut. 

“I swear, I’ve met you before… Haven’t I met him before Tommy?” 

Turning to her cousin, Y/n met Tommy's intense gaze and Carol’s smirking form. 

“Oh, right you are, Y/n. Right you are… Tommy’s tenth birthday party.” 

It hit Steve. Yes, he had met Y/n before. So long ago though. He thought he would never see her again, yet here she stood as real as a rose. 

“Steve don’t you have your little study date, with Lil miss perfect. Nancy?” 

Frowning Steve gently let go of Y/n's hand and check his watch. Shooting his gaze up, panic-struck in his eyes. He couldn’t be late for his lesson, if he failed another class then his whole year of basketball would be thrown out the door. That and his captain status. Bye-bye popularity. Plus he didn’t want that title going to Tommy. 

“Oh shit, yeah… well I’ll see you around.” 

And with that Steve took off down the hall, missing Y/n’s wondering eyes following his figure down the hall. Focusing back at the couple behind her, she met Tommy’s gaze once again. 

“No.” Shocked by her cousin’s cold demeanour, she attempted to defend herself, only to have Tommy walk off with Carol following behind. Looking back to where Steve had disappeared, Y/n sighed to herself and made her way to cheer practice. 

This indeed was going to be an interesting year.

[sailorbuckley]

asking them what if i was a bug?

[rainbownixie]

2?

i've been waiting for this one ngl thanks!!! <3

(not the final title btw)

Sorry I didn’t kiss you (it’s obvious I wanted to) (Stommy)

Summary: (Post-s4) After the Vecna incident people are helping rebuild the town and make it a safe place for everyone without a home. Steve works with the clothing donations, and Tommy also happens to be there. He’s changed a lot, but there are still feelings there that didn’t fade away when Steve left. Maybe they can try being friends again… Or something more.

pretty soft but there's angst and fights too!!! happy ending tho <3 i always write happy endings!

look, ever since chester said tommy was in love with steve i can only think about them- no brain only tommy coming back to steve's life and them being friends again and falling in love <33

ask about my fics <3 (don't ask me how many are left because i have no idea)

[allthingssteddie]

During the gladiator age Steve Harringtons father the emperor is tired of Steve and feels he’s a disappointment of a son and unfit to rule a kingdom so he sells him to slave traders.

Backstory so when his father sells him he would be staying at a Great Gladiatorial Training School where he would train and eat and sleep. When he got there everyone taunted him but there were two guys who were really hard on him he had learned their names the one who seemed to have everyone afraid because how vicious he could be while training his name was billy and the other guy who followed him everywhere he went was Tommy who he learned had just volunteered to be there for the glory. One day Steve was being kicked around because he clearly had no idea what he was doing he couldn’t even hold a wooden sword right according to Tommy. He had cried that night in his cell and billy had heard but instead of making fun of him he told him to keep it down because people will be harder on him. That night billy had decided to help him and teach him how to fight and over the next few years as they trained they had become closer and Steve became a stronger fighter and was known for his combat skills helping him win matches and gain popularity. With the two of them they felt unstoppable but their feelings had grown for each other and problems started to occur for them.

Side note the reason Billy was there is because he was a prisoner.