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Bob Seger

Ship: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Is there a handbook for what to do when your crush walks into your store to buy a gift for his girlfriend? There should be!

Word Count: 5,432 words

Warnings: Stancy, Steve being deeply in love and then getting his heart broken, brief mention of Steve's asshole dad, pining reader, hurt/comfort, Tommy & Carol, language, innuendo

Note: Inspired in part by Steve's rendition of Old Time Rock & Roll.

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Nancy hadn't been herself, not since Barb disappeared, and her mood had only been getting worse every day. Steve could feel her retreating into herself, hiding from the world and from herself and from him. He could feel Tommy and Carol getting progressively more frustrated with her (and with him for putting up with it) with every passing day.

And it's not like Steve blamed Nancy. Her best friend had gone missing while Nancy hung out with people Barb wasn't the biggest fan of. And, to rub salt in an open wound, Nancy had been having sex with Steve while Barb disappeared.

Steve felt a little guilty, to say the least. He'd had the thought of If I hadn't wanted to sleep with Nancy so bad, she would have gone home with Barb and they'd both be safe. But after a while, he wasn't so sure about that. The longer he thought about it, the more he became convinced that if Nancy had gone with Barb, they both would have gone missing.

Whether it was through his own guilt or because he wanted to make Nancy feel better, he wasn't quite sure, Steve found himself driving to the record store just off Main Street after school got out. He'd blocked out the noise of Tommy and Carol bickering, Tommy in the passenger seat and Carol leaning forward from the back seat, too busy trying to remember which bands had played from the radio the night he was studying at Nancy's house, and whether or not Nancy had actually liked them. He didn't want to screw up his little surprise by getting her music she wouldn't listen to—or a vinyl she already owned. Maybe he should have discreetly snooped through her pile of records before he'd made up his mind to do this...

Tommy sharply elbowed Steve in the ribs. Before Steve could snap at him, he said, "You're overthinking this, man. She's either gonna pretend to love it and not actually care, or she's just gonna not care."

Behind them, Carol giggled. It sounded far more sinister than it should have.

Steve glared at him for a second before he made the turn into the store's parking lot. "You're no help, you realize that?" He parked the car and turned to the two of them. "You're gonna stay here and wait, got it? And don't do anything stupid, I'll make you clean the back seat this time."

Carol grinned. "What if it's the passenger seat?"

"Or the driver's," Tommy added, leaning back to kiss Carol, before Steve could snap that the passenger's seat was Nancy's seat. Steve felt his throat constrict.

"Do not get it on in my fucking car," he warned, "or I'm never driving you anywhere ever again."

He got out, slamming the door behind him, and sent a warning glare back over his shoulder. Tommy flipped him off through the windshield. Beside Steve, an elderly woman gasped in offense and Steve winced.

"Sorry about him," he muttered, but the woman was already scurrying off into her own vehicle. Steve sighed and pushed open the front door to the record shop.

A little bell above the door chimed once as he swung the door open, and then again as it closed behind him. Steve had only been in the store a handful of times, but he loved it more and more with every visit. The walls were plastered in old vinyls, displayed so that the name of each band was readable. No vinyl was the same color, some of them blue, some red, some multicolor, but all of them were different. A small gold plaque designated the oldest vinyl the store had on the walls, which was a reddish Vocalion from 1922 and was positioned directly above the door.

Rows and rows of alphabetized vinyls spread throughout the store, which was bigger than it looked from the storefront. In the lefthand corner nearest the door, a cashier's desk was set up, though there was no employee behind it. A plastic sign read I'm in the back! I'll be back soon!

Steve headed for the aisles of vinyls, then recognized what was playing over the speakers—Bob Seger's Night Moves.

Humming as he flipped through the stacks, Steve didn't notice the door to the back open, or you walk out of it and back to your desk.

"Mmm, sweet summertime, summertime," Steve sang, keeping his voice low, still embarrassed by his voice, an instinct his father made sure he would never shake.

But you heard it, even with the volume of the radio. You looked up from the desk, gaze scanning the rows. You spotted the back of Steve's head and recognized him immediately. That hair was unmistakable.

Heat burned in your belly. Suddenly, you really wished your coworker hadn't gone home just ten minutes earlier, complaining of nausea. If she'd just stuck around a few more minutes...you wouldn't have to face your long-time crush who was absolutely not available, happily dating Nancy Wheeler and unlikely to leave her any time soon.

You resisted the urge to hide your face in your hands. Sure, you'd liked him since middle school, long before he'd become part of the popular crowd and back when his hair was still a mess that hid his eyes from the world, and yes, you had two classes with him, but it's not like he'd know who you were, right? You'd keep relative anonymity and he would remain none the wiser of your long-standing admiration of him.

But then the song changed to The Fire Down Below and Steve was shimmying where he stood, singing the line "Here comes hot Nancy, she's steppin' right on time" with the hugest grin on his face.

You sighed. The school, your best friends, the entire senior year was right—Steve Harrington was down bad for Nancy Wheeler.

The tiniest bit of hope that he might one day notice you was dashed every time you heard that loving croon of his voice every time he sang Nancy's name.

This is why we don't get our hopes up, you told yourself, echoing a sentiment your best friend had drilled into you ever since Steve became the ladies' man that made him so popular in high school. Not that it erased the previous middle school years of drooling over Steve, back before anyone else had really considered him attractive.

You watched as Steve meticulously went through every record in the store, clearly searching for something specific. You normally would have gotten up and approached a customer taking this long, but it was Steve. You knew the instant you got up from your stool, your legs would give out underneath you. And if that didn't happen, you'd walk into a shelf on your way over to him. And if that didn't happen either, you'd start stuttering the moment you tried to talk to him. And if that didn't happen, you'd turn bright red and combust on the spot when he either asked for your help or turned you away.

Too stuck in your head, you didn't even realize the record had stopped playing until you heard Steve's singing stop. A pang went through you at the sound of silence—Steve's voice was almost more soothing than the music itself.

You turned around and dug through your pile of vinyls the store let you play until you found another Bob Seger—the album he'd released last year. Steve had been singing Bob Seger, and you desperately wanted him to keep singing.

You cleaned off the record before placing the needle down. A few bars into Even Now, you turned back around and squeaked, jumping in surprise.

Steve was standing at your desk, a pleasant but awkward smile on his face.

"Uh...hi," he said. "Sorry if I scared you."

You blinked at him and cleared your throat, hoping your voice didn't come out squeaky. "It's...it's fine. Can I help you with something?"

"Uh, please, I'm looking for—" He snapped his fingers. "You're in my chemistry class, aren't you?" You nodded, meekly adding that you were also in English together, and he beamed. "I knew I recognized you from somewhere!"

"Yeah, uh... Hi, Steve," you said. "You said you were looking for...?"

Steve shook himself out. "Oh, yeah, um... I'm trying to find a record for Nancy, my girlfriend, because I want to cheer her up after...everything. I'm sure you've heard about it."

The tiredness in his voice surprised you. But you nodded without bringing it up. "I have. How's she holding up?"

Steve sighed. "Not...fantastically. That's why I'm doing this, I want to get her something to take her mind off things."

You raised your brows. "So you decided on a record?"

Steve shrugged, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. "I thought it would be something we could dance to, and that that might make her feel better."

Your heart squeezed. How are you so sweet? "Alright, makes sense. What does she like to listen to usually?"

Steve shut his eyes as if thinking for a moment, then said, "She likes ABBA and Michael Jackson, she has a Fleetwood Mac tape but only ever listens to Rhiannon, but she sings under her breath every time Journey comes on the radio, doesn't matter what song it is. She's got Madonna, Bowie, Blondie, and The Beatles already as tapes and vinyls, so I don't want to get her those."

You blinked at him. "You really do pay attention to everything, don't you?"

Steve smiled shyly. "I...I guess so, when it comes to Nancy."

You left the back of the desk, hoping you weren't visibly shaking too much. "Let's go find you a Journey vinyl, okay? They just released a new album a few months ago, I'm pretty sure we've got it on vinyl..."

Steve followed you to the J section and the two of you started flipping through, both of you softly singing along to Love's The Last To Know as you did.

Halfway through the song and completely through the Js section, you interrupted the song with a gasp.

"I know where it is! Wait here," you told him, and hurried into the back room. You dug through the most recently delivered box of records until you saw the familiar blue album cover of Frontiers, letting out a victory cry as you grabbed it.

Steve was leaning on the shelf, still singing "We lost our way and our love's the last to know" so mournfully you wondered what heartbreak he'd been through before.

"I got it!" you said, grinning and holding the record aloft.

Steve beamed. "Thanks! I really appreciate it. I know I was kind of...out of my depth for a bit there."

You shrugged. "Eh, that's nothing. I've had people come in here demanding records we don't carry from bands that only just released music." You rolled your eyes. "'No, sir, we don't carry Metallica, and even if we did, the album came out last week, so we wouldn't have it yet anyway!'"

Steve snorted with laughter, handing you cash to pay for the vinyl. "Let me guess, it was the Munson kid."

"The Munson kid," you confirmed.

"Thanks again," Steve said, though he didn't seem inclined to head out the door.

"Any time," you said, instantly regretting the words because if you saw Steve at your workplace more than this, you were going to have a heart attack, but you paired the words with a kind smile anyway.

"See you in class tomorrow," he said, stepping out the door and waving goodbye. You watched him go, putting the record in the back seat, snapping at Tommy and Carol in his car, and pulling out of the parking lot.

You let go a tense, nervous breath. The pain in your chest eased. Well, at least Steve knew of you now. And even if his dedication to Nancy was unfailing, at least you might get to talk to him now, even if it only worsened the ache in your heart.

~❊~

Steve skipped third block.

The entire school seemed to be talking about why—or at least, his entire gym class, who had told a story about Billy Hargrove getting in his face the entire basketball game, and then Nancy dragging him out of the class to "talk" about something. At first, everyone had assumed they were banging in the locker rooms, until somebody reminded them Nancy hadn't been in first block, and she never skipped, and that Steve usually drove her to school—but he hadn't missed first block. Then when he'd come back, upset and angry, from his talk with Nancy, people started to put a story together.

You weren't sure you wanted to believe the story, or the many versions of the story, that were floating around you chemistry class. It didn't line up with what you knew of Steve, or what you knew of his relationship with Nancy, most of which you heard straight from him.

But then again...

You shook yourself out of your head, your gaze straying back toward Steve's empty seat. You sighed, pulling your notebook toward you and copying down the notes on the board as neat as you could—undoubtedly you'd need to give them to Steve when he decided to come back to class.

But when your best friend came into the class, handing your teacher a doctor's note, her wide eyes already told you Steve wasn't coming back today.

She sat down beside you, hissing your name. You looked at her. "What? What's wrong?"

"Is there a reason I just saw Steve Harrington crying in his car?" she whispered to you.

Your eyes went huge. Whatever had happened between him and Nancy, it wasn't good. "Keep your voice down and don't tell anyone else about that," you said.

She flipped her notebook to a blank page and started writing. "You better fill me in on everything I missed today," she said.

"Obviously, but only once I know exactly what happened," you said. "Which means only once Steve tells me what happened. However long that takes."

~❊~

It became painfully clear that Steve didn't want to talk—to anyone. He snapped at anyone who tried to bring it up with him, and his mood was waspish. The situation was made worse by the rumors spread by Tommy and Carol—that Nancy had only been with Steve for his money and the sex; that she left because Steve wasn't good enough for her; that she was cheating on him with Jonathan.

You knew that the jibes about Jonathan hit Steve a little too close to home. The same rumor had circulated last year when Will and Barb went missing, but this time, you were almost positive they were true.

Nancy was entirely unbothered by the whole thing. Seeing her prance around with Jonathan, not caring that doing so was hurting Steve more than anything, made your blood boil.

On your way to the record store for another one of your slow closing shifts, a week after Steve skipped chem class, you saw the two of them walking together along the sidewalk. You rolled your eyes at them. You had once thought Nancy to be the luckiest girl in the world: smart, pretty, and dating the hottest man Hawkins had to offer. Now you were certain she was the most careless, throwing it all away for a mediocre man.

Steve's car was in the store's parking lot when you arrived. You parked next to him, looking over to find him in the driver's seat, staring into his lap.

You got out and knocked on his window. "Steve? You okay?" He looked up, sporting red-rimmed eyes. You could hear Bob Seger's Comin' Home playing quietly on his radio. "Oh, Steve..."

Steve got out of his car. Voice quiet and rough, he asked, "Can I hang out for a while?"

"Yeah," you said. "Whatever you need."

His lip trembled. "A...a hug?" His voice as meek and barely there. But you heard it and the request made your heart break. You enveloped him in a tight hug, letting him soften into your hold. You remained that way until Steve decided he was done, not caring how many of your classmates walked by, staring in wonder at Steve clinging to you, new gossip already burning on their tongues.

~❊~

A good day meant boppier music at the record store as soon as you started your shift and shoved your coworker from the mid-afternoon shift out the door. So you swapped out all the mellow music in the stack of records beside your record player with music with a good beat that you could dance to while you restocked and reshelved.

Not even half an hour into your shift, the Naked Eyes record spun into Always Something There To Remind Me. You turned up the volume as high as you could without destroying the speakers and being chewed out by your managers, singing along and dancing by yourself while you worked.

"Well, how can I forget you, girl? When there is always something there to remind me!" You finished stacking your records in the aisle and turned back for a new pile. "Always something there to remind me. I was born to love her, and I'll never be free, you'll always be a part of— Steve!" You careened into his chest, grateful you weren't holding anything, because it all would have dropped to the floor. Steve's arms looped around you, stopping you from falling. "Don't sneak up on me, you scared me!"

"The doorbell rung!"

"Well, I didn't hear it!" You finally looked up at him, heart beating wildly out of your chest at the feeling of his chest against yours, his arms around your waist. You realized he looked downright miserable. "What happened?"

He sighed. "Remember how I said I was gonna try and patch things up with Nance?"

"Yeah..."

Steve's lower lip started to tremble. "It...it didn't go well."

Your heart dropped to your feet. "Oh, Steve, I'm...I'm so sorry."

He sniffled. "It's, uh, it's over. She...she doesn't love me, has never loved me, I'm still bullshit, and she's been sleeping with Jonathan. So..." He heaved a heavy sigh. "It's over. Completely, totally, officially over."

"Steve," you whispered. "I'm so sorry, honey. Is there anything I can do?"

He smiled, lips trembling and eyes watering. "Change the song?" The words came out with a little hiccup and a laugh.

You realized what the song was about. "Oh! Yeah, sure, right—sorry. It's such an upbeat song in the actual music, I didn't even think about the words!" You untangled yourself from his arms to change the record. "What are you in the mood for?"

"Nothing romantic, please," he said, sitting down on your stool. "And, after you're done..."

You looked at him, sensing his hesitation. "Yeah?"

"Can I have another hug?"

You smiled at him, looping your arms around his back where he sat. He fell into you, burying his head in your shirt. "Of course, Steve."

You held onto Steve as tightly as he held onto you, praying he wouldn't notice the fast beat of your heart while he wallowed in his grief. It was a strange feeling, for Steve to be hiding from the world, form Nancy, from his broken heart in your arms, all while you harbored a horribly deep crush on him and a secret, guilty delight that it was over with Nancy.

"I just..." Steve huffed, clearly trying his best not to sob into your shirt. "I don't know where I went wrong. I don't know why I wasn't good enough."

Without really meaning to, you put your hand in Steve's hair. "Does there need to be a reason? Some people just aren't meant for each other, Steve."

Steve looked up at you with his red rimmed eyes, tears on his lash line. He hesitated a moment and then said, "If I tell you something...promise me you won't just...laugh at me."

Your heart broke for him. How many times had he told Tommy or Carol or, what the hell, even Nancy something, only to be laughed at, for him to ask that of you? "Of course I won't laugh at you, Steve." You squeezed his shoulder. "Why would I laugh at you?"

He didn't answer your question. "I know it sounds...ridiculous, but...I just—" He sighed. "I thought Nancy was the one. I've never been happier with a girl before, and she was honest, she was smart, she was determined, she had goals, she was nothing like the girls I was with before, and she made me feel alive! I thought for sure that I was... That I was maybe gonna spend the rest of my life with her."

You bit your lip. "There was no maybe about it, was there, Steve?"

He sighed, letting his head fall back into you. You muffled your grunt as he hid his face in your stomach, his arms sliding up your back and hold you closer to him. "No," he mumbled into the fabric of your shirt.

You smoothed your hand through his perfect hair and kissed the top of his head. You froze, hearing his tiny intake of breath. "Oh, I'm...I'm sorry, that was kind of...automatic, I guess?"

Steve peeked up at you and tugged you closer to his body until your feet hit the legs of your stool he was perched on. "It's okay. Um... Can you...keep doing that? With my hair?" Pink tinged his skin. "If you don't mind."

"I don't mind," you whispered, rubbing your fingers across his scalp. He sighed, pushing into your touch. Heat bloomed across your body.

"Sorry," he whispered. "I know this is...weird. But, um, Nancy never... Never really touched me or— Or held me or anything, so..."

"You don't have to explain yourself," you whispered. "Not to me, not to anyone. Okay?"

"Okay," he agreed, slowly relaxing in your arms.

"I've got you, Steve," you assured him. "I've got you."

~❊~

Before he'd even pulled into the parking lot, Steve was mentally apologizing to you. You'd told him time and time again when he visited you while you were working that you enjoyed your slow closing shifts. It meant there was no one to bother you while you were in the middle of a restock, making you forget where you were; it meant there was no one to complain about the music you played, so you could listen to whatever you wanted; it meant your final hour was spent just closing up shop instead of shooing customers out the door—except for Steve, who had become a regular and always stayed until you left, sometimes to give you a ride home and other times just to have a friend around.

But today, he wasn't coming alone. His car was full to bursting with young children: Dustin, Max, Lucas, Mike, and Will, all of whom he'd been tasked with picking up from their after school activities for the day. He had tried to get them to go home quickly, but his attempts to rush them out of his car had led them to discover that he was seeing a girl, which they all took the wrong way, of course.

Sort of.

Now that Steve was prowling the world alone again, he'd realized his initial estimation of you—pretty, smiley, shy with new people but confident with your friends—was right, but it was a muted reality compared to how you really were. It was like he'd been looking at you with sunglasses covering his eyes this whole time. Now that those glasses were gone, the record shop girl had become more than just his best friend.

And he was really hoping the kids were not about to point that out.

As per usual, you were playing Bob Seger when Steve pushed the door open. He'd yet to figure out if you played Bob Seger so much when he came to visit because you loved Bob Seger, or if you had (correctly) pinned Steve as a fan.

(Not that Steve had ever told anyone he was a fan; he let them think the only reason he even knew about his music was because of Carol's obsession with Risky Business.)

You weren't at your desk like Steve had expected; you were carrying a huge stack of records in your arms, shelving them as you walked along the rows, singing along to Sunspot Baby without a care in the world.

"Sunspot baby," you sang. "She sure had a real good time."

"I looked in Miami, I looked in Negril," Steve joined in. You turned with a grin, heading back to your desk. "The closest I came was a month old bill."

You noticed the kids as you put down your stack. "You brought company today, I see."

Steve gave you a look while the kids were still behind him. You stifled a giggle. "Uh, yeah, these are the kids. Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Will Byers, and Mike Wheeler."

Dustin walked straight up to your desk. "So you're the girl Steve talks about all the time?"

"All the time, huh?" you said, smiling in a way that suggested you were sure Dustin was exaggerating.

"Every time we see him," Mike groaned. You stared at the younger Wheeler in surprise.

"Oh, really? Is that so, Steve?" you teased.

He rolled his eyes, unable to stop his blush. "Sorry to interrupt your quiet shift. They wanted to stop in and grab some records."

"No we didn't—we just wanted to meet you," Lucas said. Steve's calm expression became painfully forced.

The young redhead snorted. "Speak for yourself." She looked up at you expectantly. "Do you have any David Bowie?"

You grinned. "I like you, you have good taste. Back side of the first row."

Max grinned and dragged Lucas with her.

You looked back at Steve. "Do you have enough room in your car for one more?"

"Need a ride when you leave?"

You nodded.

"Yeah, I've got room. I'll just make the kids rearrange."

You laughed. "You don't have to do that," you insisted.

Steve leaned across the counter. "Don't worry about it—I want to. I'd feel terrible if I left you to get home on your own."

You smiled at him, noticing Dustin nudging Mike and Will and pointing in your direction out of the corner of your eye.

~❊~

Somehow, the kids' presence lightened up the rest of your shift. Time passed quickly with them there, adventuring through the store and asking you question after question about the vinyls lining the walls.

You waved off Steve as he tried to get the kids to leave you alone. "They're fine, Steve. It's okay. You wanna help me get everything packed up? I've gotta lock up soon."

"Oh, yeah, sure." Steve took the vinyl off the record player and slipped it back into its case. He glanced over his shoulder and called to the kids, "Hey, guys! We're gonna head out soon."

You ran through your closing tasks as quickly as you could, anxious to head home for the night.

"Alright, everybody out. Got everything?" you asked, ushering the kids to the door and taking out the key. You set the alarm system for the building and locked the door behind you.

Steve put a hand on your back. Warmth bloomed through you from where he touched you. "You're all ready to go?"

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

The kids opened the doors of Steve's car, jumping in quickly. Dustin made his way to the passenger's seat. Steve stopped him, gently shoving him toward the back seat with everyone else.

"Hey—move it, Henderson, she's got the passenger's seat."

You stared at Steve. "No, no, it's okay, he can—"

Steve shook his head, holding open the door for you. "Come on, it's fine, just..." He gestured into the car. The kids whispered and giggled at him. He sent them a glare and Dustin's annoyed face shifted into a gleeful smirk.

You got in the front seat, unaware of the glances being exchanged in the back or the glare Steve was giving them.

"Seat belts!" Steve said as he got into the driver's seat. You giggled at him as the kids groaned. You caught the way his face lit up when he looked at you, and butterflies tickled your insides.

Once the kids had listened and all were buckled, Steve pulled out of the parking lot and started his way through Hawkins, dropping them off one-by-one: Will first, on the outskirts of town, his mother waiting at the door; Max, who was relieved the Camaro wasn't in the driveway; Dustin next, his new cat sitting on the front step; Lucas, who was immediately met with his snarky young sister; Mike last, Nancy already at the door—saying goodbye to Jonathan.

You glanced at Steve. "You alright?"

Steve looked at you, releasing a deep sigh. "I'm okay," he said. "I...I'm doing better now."

"Good," you said. "You deserve it."

Steve gave you a curious look before he said, "Let's get you home, right?"

"Right."

And if Steve drove slower the whole way back to yours compared to driving the kids home, you weren't going to say anything.

When he got back to your house, Steve pulled into the driveway and sighed. "Well. Home sweet home," he said.

You looked at Steve with a smile. "Thanks for the ride home." You picked up the bag you had put on the ground. You got out, then stopped yourself before you could close the door. You crouched to look at him in the car. "Hey, Steve?"

"Yeah?" Was it just your imagination, or did he sound nervous?

You took a deep breath. Now or never.

"I talk about you all the time, too."

For a moment, Steve processed your words. Then his eyes went wide. Hope bloomed on his slack-jawed face. "You..." He bit his lip, holding back a smile. "You mean that you..."

"Yes, Steve," you said, voice quiet. "Always have. Just ask my friends—they'll give away my secrets just as quickly as Dustin gave away yours." You drummed your fingers against the roof of his car. "Do with that what you will. It's up to you if...you want to even acknowledge it or not." You closed his door and started for your front door.

A door squeaked and then slammed shut moments later; running steps approached you.

"Wait!"

You turned as Steve's hand fell on your shoulder, pulling you close to him. He yanked your body close to his, his arms sliding around you, his hands gripping your shoulder blades. For a split second, you reveled in his hug, noticing the difference in it, relishing in the love in his arms instead of the misery.

Those few seconds became nothing as Steve pulled back. You gave a sound of protest, quickly squashed by Steve's lips.

Your heart had stopped beating, but was simultaneously pounding. You moved on instinct, looping your arms around his shoulders, yanking him down to you. Never once did your lips part from his as the two of you grappled to hold each other in the best way possible.

Thunder boomed overhead. You gasped, pulling apart.

"Was it supposed to storm?" you asked.

"I didn't think so," Steve said.

You kissed him again. Steve smiled into the kiss.

"You should get home before it pours," you whispered against his lips. But neither of you made any move to let go of each other.

Steve adjusted so that his head was against yours, his mouth at your temple. "See you tomorrow in class, then?"

You hummed. "Yeah. Tomorrow."

Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I don't wanna leave."

You looked up at the sky, watching the already-grey skies grow darker as storm clouds rolled in. "We're going to get soaked if we stay out here, Steve."

Steve squeezed you tightly. "Tomorrow, then." He kissed your forehead again. "I'll see you tomorrow...sweetheart."

You beamed at the nickname while Steve blushed while he gave you the moniker.

"And to think," you whispered. "You'd known me all this time, but this? This happened all because you stopped in my store one day."

Steve hugged you tight to his chest. "I wish I'd noticed you before, sweetheart, really I do."

You kissed him. "Well, you've noticed me now." Light rain started, dusting Steve's hair until it sparkled. "Now go, before that pretty hair of yours gets ruined."

He grinned, brushing his hand through it. "I knew you liked my hair."

"Always have." You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "Always will."

☞ ❊ ☜

Stranger Things // Steve Harrington

part 2? lmk!

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Stephen | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

“You’re my object of affection, my drug of choice, my sick obsession.”

Summary: 5 years since graduation, 5 years since you ran your way through Hawkins High, leaving boys in your wake…. Except one. Steve Harrington, apparent untouchable due to his infatuation with Nancy Wheeler. What happens when you see a worn out, former heartthrob with his fizzled high school flame stuck to him? Unhappy, feeling unloved and in a bind, you thought Steve could be the conquest of the night… or so you thought.

Pairings: King!Steve (Kinda) x Toxic!Fem!Reader

Content warnings: smut, angst, fluff. Non canon au. Steve and Nancy are together from Steve’s senior year to the time of the story. Cheating (emotional and sexual), p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), Reader defs isn’t a girls girl but I couldn’t help it, alcohol consumption, one night stands, stealing, public sex. This is definitely 18+ MDNI!!!!!

WC:

A/N: Hi babies I have returned with something a little bit different from my little hiatus and am super excited to try something new! This fic is inspired by the song Stephen by Ke$sha! I hope you like it!! I love you all!

The pounding in your head mirrored that in your heart as you remembered the burn of alcohol down your throat from last night. Your makeup had been smudged off onto your pillow, some still remaining on your swollen, hungover face. The day after drinking anxiety had reared its head, but a wave of nerves hit you like a ton of bricks when a vision of you writing your phone number on Steve Harrington’s arm - more or less in front of his girlfriend - faded into view.

You cupped your hands over your face and your shoulders shook. You couldn’t help but giggle at the picture of her porcelain face twisted into a bout of jealous rage. You could fully admit to yourself that you lived on the side of delusion, but there was a piece of you that wholeheartedly believed that your former king of Hawkins High would call you.

And yet, you sat and stared at the phone perched silently on your nightstand while you nursed your hangover all day. The bright afternoon light evolved into an evening glow and still you hadn’t heard the shrill ring. You put on records and VCRs. You flicked through magazines and tried to pick up the new Danielle Steele book you had pocketed from the bookstore on main street. But the soundtrack of your thoughts was the hope that the telephone would ring and that you would hear a smooth baritone voice calling you. You fought to keep your eyes open while the blue light of your TV laughed back at you. You finally surrendered to the sleep your body had been pleading for, the blur of the night previous finally making itself clear in your dreams…

The music at the dive bar had been blaring. You were on your upteenth drink courtesy of Eddie Munson. The first time you had come to the Hideout it was your senior year, freshly 18 and ready for an adventure. You had snuck in with a fake ID and eyed up the curly haired 21 year old behind the bar. His eyes had been glued on you since you had walked in. Well, you worked your charm and lo and behold, Eddie had you bent over the chipped porcelain sink in the staff bathroom. After the orgasm you gave him, he knew he would owe you for a while - and free drinks you received ever since. You flashed him a wink as you downed the third tequila shot of the night. Your plump glossed lips twisted into a smile after looking at the winces of Heather and Chrissy. The three of you had moved a half an hour outside of Hawkins to the bigg(er) city of Indianapolis, but you felt the need to parade your luxurious city life to the hasbeen jocks of Hawkins High that frequent the only legit bar in town. You couldn't count on both hands the number of guys you had toyed with that now loitered around the musty pool tables and bar tops. By the time you graduated and got a job, you thought of yourself as a big fish in a small pond. You were ready to break big city hearts and leave the lame Hawkins lifers behind. That couldn’t be you. But there was always one that got away - one that you hated to admit was one guy that scared you, solely because you would let him domesticate you if he asked.

The girls beside you let out a small woo as another shot was sent your way, this time courtesy of Jason Carver who had fastened himself a seat on the other side of the bar with yet another Hawkins Hasbeen, Andy Robinson. You raised the small glass to your lips with a devilish smile across the bar. Jason still had his abs like he did when you graduated. Owning the small weightlifting gym on the outskirts of town had its perks, you guess. You looked at Chrissy and rolled your eyes with a snicker as the burning liquid slid down your throat. At least if you didn’t get lucky with someone else tonight, he would be there and more than willing to give you a half assed orgasm in the back seat of his beat up jeep cherokee - better than ending the night alone in your books (and probably his). You scrunched your eyes closed and a flash of stars lit up the darkness behind your eyes. You opened them to blurry vision, the feelings in your fingers were being replaced with warm fuzz. You knew that if you were to get off your barstool your knees would raise hell. You let out a euphoric giggle. This is just what you needed.

You heard a small “well, well, well,” slur out of Heather’s bowed lips as two new figures emerged through the metallic doors of the bar. “Surprised to see Harrington out here. Isn’t his past his bedtime? You know I remember…” Heather’s voice faded away as you honed in your focus to the pair at the door.

Nancy Wheeler - her obnoxious perm and housewife dresses… You couldn’t help but hate her. She was everything you weren’t: safe, boring, square. Her manicured hand rested in a much larger hand, and that hand was attached to toned arms in a light cotton crewneck. You couldn’t help but feel the saliva pool in your mouth. Nancy looked up to her beautiful brunette with her stupid doe eyes and he flashed her a small cautious smile. They stuck out like sore thumbs. She didn’t belong here, but Steve Harrington was too good looking to be in this shitty bar. It’s like your friends could read your mind. Chrissy pinched you in the side and Heather let out a childish giggle.

“Don’t even think about it, Y/L/N. Nancy’s had him on lock since, like, junior year.” You were well aware.

“Don’t even worry about it. I’ll be smart…” You challenged. Your friends were very aware of your determination. If you wanted something, you got it. And Steve Harrington was on the menu. You watched the handsome couple stalk to one of the tall bar tables across the room from your seats. Steve’s eyes locked with yours and you licked your lips. No matter how hard he tried, like a magnet, your gaze kept him locked on you. The man felt a tug on his arm as Nancy shuffled him to the table. As their conversation lulled on, you couldn’t help but attract Steve’s eyes again. You waved your arm to Eddie for another shot.

“I think it’s time to have some water, doll” the mophead behind cooed. For the first time tonight you ruffled through your purse to find a folded 20 dollar bill. You placed it in the hem of your bustier and flashed your sultry eyes at Eddie.

“You want a tip or not, Munson? I think I have already shown you how much I appreciate your customer service.” The man’s cheeks grew flushed as he grabbed the bill out of your chest with nimble fingers - hoping that his hands didn’t slip. Another tiny glass full of liquid in front of you. Before you put it to your mouth, you raised your eyes to Steve, his mouth slightly agape, having seen the performance you had just put on at the bar. You raised the shot glass to him in salute, he blushed and turned his eyes back to his girlfriend. God, his fucking girlfriend.

He watched your neck tilt back as the burning liquid slid down your throat. He had to stifle a small chuckle at your scrunched face at the reaction to your shot. Steve always thought you were effortlessly beautiful. But you were dangerous. A junior when he was a senior, he knew about the boys you had left in your wake. He made sure to stay away, betrothed to the girl sitting across from him at the bar. He sighed a choked breath of relief when Nancy coldly told him she was going to the bathroom then to get them some drinks. He let his shoulders shrug and rearranged his pants, which were a bit tighter than when he walked in. He wasn’t left in his silence for long. His shoulders shifted back up to his ears and his cheeks grew hot when he saw you saunter from the bar in his direction. His heart was in his throat and beating harder than ever. What the fuck was happening to him?

Your moment to strike happened when you saw Nancy’s pleated dress slither out of her barstool and towards the bathroom. You mirrored her and pushed your wobbling legs one in front of the other. You carried two glasses of brown liquor with you. Your face was calm and cool, but your hands were shaking as you crossed the dingy hardwood over to a beautiful head of hair.

“So, what is King Steve doing in a place like this?” You didn’t dare take Nancy Wheeler’s spot. You wouldn’t want to be compared to the likes. You leaned your torso over the table, edging closer to the man than you would be on a stool. You preferred it that way, and you had a sense that Steve does as well.

“I could ask the same thing to you, Y/N.” He mumbled, but you can tell his confidence was growing. “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“Who told you I’m a nice girl?” You purred. “You looked thirsty over here, and I thought, since you’re in my domain, I could show you some hospitality.” You slid the drink over to him with a black painted fingernail and picked yours up and stirred it suggestively.

“Bottoms up then.” Steve grabbed the glass and clinked it to yours. Your heart stopped as you watched the beautiful man’s neck strain upwards to take his drink in one gulp. It took all of the drunken strength you could muster to not sink your teeth into his strong neck. His Adams apple bobbed in strain and the liquor made his cheeks bloom a darker red than they already were. You sipped half of your drink, desperate to relieve some of the tension running through your body, but you felt like you would completely crumble if you downed it all in one go.

“So.. you and Nancy… That’s pretty… serious?” You couldn’t help the venom that seethed out of your lips. Steve cleared his throat and stared into the bottom of his empty glass. He shrugged his shoulders. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Trouble in paradise, King Steve?” you jest.

“Nah, It’s just… it's been a few years I guess.” Steve’s voice was cold. You sighed audibly. The alcohol and the pure lust was getting to you, and you could barely contain yourself.

“Too bad… the word on the street is I could treat you much better.” You could barely bring yourself to look into his eyes, but when you did, you were met with an intense stare. You couldn’t read all of the emotions behind his eyes, but it made your core quiver.

“Word on the street is you know how to treat a lot of people.” Steve scoffed. His defenses were up. Why in the world were you coming to him now? He had always stolen looks at you. He knew how magnetic you were. He wished he knew you in high school. Maybe then he wouldn’t be stuck working at his dad’s law firm. With a girlfriend who he felt stuck with; no sense of adventure, no true love in sight. But then you sauntered up to him and made his heart believe in life again.

“Well you aren’t wrong. But I only have eyes for one right now.” You winked.

“Wish we could have had this conversation three years ago…” Steve whispered, hoping that you didn’t hear him. You were delectable, and laid out in front of him; and he knows that if he were to have a few more drinks, he would have forgotten all about the girl that he had come here with - his… girlfriend. Fuck, his girlfriend. You flashed him a pout and a disappointed smile. You had him eating right out of your hand.

“Well… Let me give you this.” You pulled out a sharpie from your purse and pulled his wrist towards you, pulling up his sweater sleeve. You began to scribble your phone number onto his olive skin. You had to breathe slowly to keep yourself from shaking. “Call me tomorrow if you want to pretend it was three years ago.” A look of need flashed on your face. You had been absorbed by Steve Harrington. It had felt like all of the bar had disappeared and it was just the two of you. Steve could feel that too, he had you right where he wanted you, totally absorbed and infatuated. You couldn’t help but think of Nancy and it made you shiver. You couldn’t have her invade this. Fuck his stupid girlfriend. You were determined to make Steve Harrington yours.

The two of you stayed transfixed on each other for a moment more. Steve fixed his gaze between your face and the new ink that you had given him. He wanted to nurture it like it was a real tattoo. You couldn’t help but take mental pictures of Steve’s face, so you could imagine whatever meathead you ended up taking home that night was him. You wondered what he would look like underneath you, gasping and panting for breath. What his skin would taste like: sweaty and sweet and musky. You wished that you could take his fingers and put them in your mouth right now. You were thirsty, parched for his lips on yours. You wanted to show him what you looked like underneath him, you wanted him to hear you moan his name. You wanted to fuck his brains out, the way you knew Nancy “White Bread” Wheeler doesn’t. You were connected, and it scared you because for the first time in forever, you wanted to fuck, but you also wanted him to hold you, to tell you that you’re beautiful. You wanted him to hold your hand and buy you flowers and take you out. You wanted to cook for him and play with his hair and rub his back.

You were torn from your world when you heard a small ‘ahem’ from behind you. Steve quickly adjusted his posture and pulled his sweater sleeve over his new love mark. You stood up straight and turned to see the frizzy haired brunette tapping her pleather pumps at you… tacky, you thought.

“Can I help you with something?” She peeped. “Or is there another reason why you’re over here talking to my boyfriend?” Nancy’s angry eyes flicked between the two of you and her brow was furrowed. Your gaze had hardened and you couldn’t help but chuckle; she looked like a toddler and an old woman at the same time. Steve’s cheeks remained a rosy pink. He had found whatever was on the floor oddly interesting. You took a step towards the girl.

“Nothing at all, darling. Just thought I would say hello to an old friend and grab him a drink.” You breezed past her, knocking her lightly on the shoulder.

“See you around, Harrington.” You sang behind you. You couldn’t see her anymore, but you assumed that if looks could kill, you would be on the floor. You strutted back to Chrissy and Heather and slumped back to your stool. You exchanged mischievous glances with the girls, and then turned proudly to Eddie, who was flashing you a disappointed look. A victory for you, a loss for Nancy Wheeler - or at least you hoped.

Steve continued to stare at the ground while Nancy eyed him suspiciously.

“What the hell did she want, Steve?” she pried. Steve huffed before looking up at her. Her eyes didn’t glimmer at him like yours did.

“She just came over to say hi…. I hadn’t seen her since Senior year.”

“Did you even talk to her senior year? You know the reputation she has…I don’t like her, and I don’t like her talking to you, Steve,” within the past year, he had thought of Nancy more like his mother than his girlfriend. He had been growing more and more confused lately. The love seemed to be lacking and he had caught himself wondering what his life would be like if he left it all behind, left her behind and started over. You made the idea of abandonment way more appealing. He felt himself growing unreasonably angry with the blue eyed girl sitting across the bar from her. He needed to defend you. You were the only thing on his mind.

“Who the hell cares, Nancy? What do you think that she was going to do? Fucking make out with me in front of everyone? She asked how we were doing. She asked about you and me. Chill out and have fun or let’s just get out of here.” He scowled. Nancy was taken aback and slid a chilled PBR across the table to Steve with a scoff. She drank her vodka cran in silence. Steve couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to your figure laughing and smiling with your friends. He wanted to laugh with you. He downed his drink, took Nancy's hand silently and pulled her towards the door. She had a permanent frown on her face as Steve pushed her through the door. Before his body disappeared from the door, he took one more glimpse at you. Your eyes locked one last time and you sent him a wave as he disappeared into the Hawkins night. If he couldn’t have you, he’d fuck Nancy until he forgot about you.

It was 3 am and your body literally couldn’t peel itself off of the plastic bar stool. Chrissy and Heather had gone home with Jason and Andy - your appetite spoiled when you watched the only person you wanted to be with leave the bar without you. You heard the stomps of old reeboks and the jingle of keys come up behind you. The lights had suddenly gone out.

“Come on, doll. Let’s get you home okay?” Eddie pulled you off the stool and wrapped your arm around his shoulder.

“Can you stay over, Teddie?”

“Not this time, honey. You need sleep and you need water. You aren’t thinking straight.”

You pouted quietly, but you decided to finally take no for an answer. The thought of sinking into your bed and hoping - praying - that Steve would call you.

Steve had pulled Nancy into his bedroom of his parents’ empty house. He feverishly pulled at Nancy’s belt as she fumbled with the zipper at the side of her dress. Steve’s mouth didn’t leave her skin, and his eyes remained shut, save to navigate himself around his house. A flurry of clothes, soft sighs and sweaty skin. Steve had only had two drinks, but he felt drunk thinking of your encounter at the bar. He pressed his eyes closed as he mouthed at Nancy’s chest, wishing it was yours. He slid down her torso pondering what sounds you would make if he was kissing towards your sweet center. He pulled Nancy’s panties to the side and swiped his tongue along her heat, thinking about how delicious you would taste. He then flipped Nancy over on all fours and slid into her with a grunt. He couldn’t stand to look at her, wishing her body was yours, wishing her sounds were yours, wanting to hold you in his arms after. Steve finished quickly, his perversions towards you spurring him on.

The couple collapsed into Steve’s king bed. Nancy traced small circles on his chest while they caught their breath. Steve felt satiated, his hunger for you ebbed, for now.

“Steve! What’s on your arm?” Nancy yelped. Steve’s heart dropped into his chest. He frantically turned himself away from his girlfriend. Nancy’s small hands grabbed Steve’s shoulder to turn him back to her. Her nails drug down to the tattoo you had given her boyfriend and her face began to heat up.

“What the fuck is this, Steve?”

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 month

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Okay, but the image of Steve being with Eddie and Nancy but waking up in between them while not sure who's back of the head he's looking at. He's so sleepy. Nancy and Eddie, remaining quiet and curled up under the covers, trying not to laugh because they know by now how confused he is when he wakes up from some good sleep.

#stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #steve harrington x nancy wheeler #stancy #eddie munson #eddie munson x nancy wheeler #edancy #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie #nancy wheeler x steve harrington x eddie munson #stedancy #nessie #gunfire royalty #rueleigh's thoughts

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monologichno · 16 days

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@dwobbitfromtheshire wrote a fantastic fic inspired by my comment, so I drew a picture inspired by it ❤️❤️❤️

#stranger things #my art #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x steve harrington x eddie munson #gunfire royalty #stedancy #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson #pansexual nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington x nancy wheeler

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kiss-inthekitchen · 2 years

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make it better | steve harrington

summary: that scene from the upside down where Nancy is patching up Steve except i replaced Nancy with reader bc that’s my schtick. didn’t see enough Steve fic so i’m writing my own <3

wc: 560~

warnings: horniness at inappropriate times, mentions of injury

a/n: posting this from my phone so hopefully the formatting isn’t shit!! tried to just have fun with this one i hope ya dig it!

Steve leans up on his knees, bringing his body closer to yours as you rip a piece of cloth free from the remainder of your skirt.

“You ready?” you ask, holding the fabric out in front of you.

“Yeah,” he grits out, his arms coming up and out of your way. “Just do it.”

At the first press of fabric into his torn skin he groans, and you really shouldn’t notice it, shouldn’t be able to even register it in the situation you’re currently in. But you do, leaning in even closer to him as you wrap the makeshift bandage around his back, bringing the two ends forward again and pulling them tight.

Steve groans again, and you look up just in time to see him drop his head back, both hands running over his forehead and through his hair.

You freeze, your fingers poised to finish the knot but you can’t bring yourself to move. You want to tell yourself that you’re just giving Steve a breather, checking in on him before you put even more pressure over his wound. But when your focus zeroes in on his flexed biceps, you know that’s not the truth.

Can anyone really blame you for being distracted? It’s not like this is the first time you’ve had Steve in a position like this, it’s not your fault his half naked body is directly in front of you, muscles tensed as his head tilts back, his eyes squeezed shut. Obviously it was bringing other thoughts to the forefront of your mind. It was just, like… muscle memory. Or whatever.

You’ve been staring a fraction too long, causing Steve to open his eyes and look down at you in confusion. You feel a flash of guilt for the inappropriate thoughts you’d been thinking, and at the absolute most inappropriate time. Even in the darkness of the upside down, you can’t hide from Steve’s inquisitive gaze. He reads your expression instantly.

“Seriously?” he says quietly, so the others won’t hear. “Right now? Jeez, keep it in your pants, Y/N. I could be dying, you know.”

Aaand the guilt is gone. Yeah, he’s fucking fine. Sarcasm still intact, that’s a good sign, you echo Robin’s earlier statement in your mind.

You scoff, finally unfreezing, your fingers remembering how to tie a knot right over his deepest mark. He exhales shakily as you tighten it, and you have to fight yourself not to get carried away again. “You’re not bleeding that much.”

“Only I would get attacked by a bunch of freak-bats in hell and not even get to be a little dramatic about it,” he pouts.

You step away from him, face burning just a bit still at having been caught, and reach out to help him up.

He quirks an eyebrow up at you before allowing you to wrap your arm around him, leaning his body into yours. And if your very shirtless and not-so-mortally wounded boyfriend just had to press his body right up against yours, well, who were you to complain about that?

“Don’t worry,” he starts as the two of you make your way back over to where Robin and Eddie are waiting. “Once we get out of here, I’ll let you take care of me all you want.”

You huff out a laugh. “And you can be as dramatic about that as you’d like.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x nancy wheeler #steve harrington x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things

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harrington-love · 6 months

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"I don't understand Steve's character."

"Steve was so OOC in season 4."

"He was over her in season 3!!!!"

"Why did the writers make Steve love Nancy again?"

Steve Harrington has always been in love with Nancy Wheeler.

He never stopped.

It really is that simple. It's really not that difficult to understand.

#steve harrington #nancy wheeler #stancy #steve harrington x nancy wheeler #steve x nancy #stancy endgame #pro stancy #stranger things

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oopsgracie · 2 years

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get to it

steve harrington x reader

summary: the Hawkins gang are getting some rest after saving Nancy, all camped out in Eddie’s living room. Only, Steve can’t quite catch a break from worrying about them but that’s what friends are there for— to help. Because thats all you two really are, just friends. If anything at all.

warnings: none!! super short, sweet and simple

word count: 2.9k

hurt comfort, sarcastic steve the babysitter and an even more sarcastic m/c (written in second person), slight frenemies to lovers and love confessions with a hint of drama concerning nancy wheeler.

When you wandered inside from the cold, the trailer was quiet— save for Dustin, who’s snores drifted from beneath a knot of limbs and blankets piled on the floor, everyone having collapsed beneath the weight of exhaustion and dragging Nancy back from the clutches of Vecna, not to mention the pressure of protecting life as you knew it from the shadow realm that quite literally rested above your head. It'd been a long day.

That was everyone but Steve, of course, who lingered obstructively in the doorway, leant against the frame like he was almost too tired to support his own weight. If anyone should be sleeping, your eyes wandered to the makeshift bandage coiled around the wound on his stomach, bulky beneath a fresh t-shirt— it was him. It would also save you from an awkward conversation.

But he never did like to make your life easy.

“Almost feels normal, doesn't it?" The usual tension between you was abated by exhaustion on behalf of both parties as you stood tautly next to him. There was that slight metallic twinge of blood that lingered in the air. It clung to Steve like sweat, thick and heavy.

So he laughed tiredly beneath his breath, "You could say that." Staring at your friends, no, your family tangled together on the carpet, the couch, Hell they'd even hauled the coffee table flush against the wall just so they could pack themselves closer together— like sardines in the tin of Eddie's trailer. Like a real sleepover, a normal sleepover. "Almost."

There's a furrow tilled between his eyebrows when his expression twists into something troubled. You watch as he sweeps those eyes carefully across them all, catching like a thread on Nancy. She's curled tightly into herself on the sofa until she's only a girl-shaped bump beneath her nest of blankets, pale and breathing shallowly.

But breathing nonetheless. She was okay.

And reading him was far too easy these days but it still felt intrusive somehow. "You did your job, Steve." It was barely a whisper, but urgently said.

“What?" For the first time, he wrenched his stare away from the gang and centred it squarely on you. His expression was tight. He was as fervent in asking his questions as you were— arrogantly expecting an answer rather than just demanding one.

“I mean— they're all okay." You kept them safe. It sat on the tip of your tongue like lead, something you couldn't quite admit yet. Not to him.

“They're okay." He repeated absentmindedly. The end of your sentence, ‘for now' hung over your heads like a threat, like the gate did. You shifted your weight uncomfortably in the silence, punctured only by a chorus of quiet breathing that rose from your friends.

He still stared at you like that for longer than what was considered societally normal, steadfast and firm, like he was trying to see right through your eyes and into your mind behind them, to decipher your thoughts and unravel your feelings. It was... strange, for lack of a better word, invasive even, but not entirely unpleasant.

You know, probably due to the simple and alarmingly obvious fact he was quite pretty really, startlingly so.

His eyes were gentle, or they would be if he didn't look so bruised up and tired. They were framed by dark lashes any girl would be jealous of, fluttering delicately against his cheeks every time he blinked slowly. You had the overwhelming urge to reach up and graze that cut on his temple with your thumb, the same side of his face that was lit warmly by the gentle glow of a table lamp. But you tore the thought from your mind and turned away abruptly, crossing your arms against your chest like they could protect you from his judgement, and maybe to ensure you wouldn't actually reach out and touch him.

Anybody else, you thought, you can feel that way about anybody else— just decidedly not for Steve 'the hair' Harrington, who'd been a first-class asshole in school. He was clearly an egomaniac who might have changed since senior year, sure, but he was rarely tolerable. And that was if you felt like being generous.

And yet none of that changed the reality of these last few days. Not the person he has been, not the things he’d done.

A reality in which he was suddenly, paradoxically selfless and observant and still frustratingly attractive. One in which he was stood in the same doorway with mere inches to spare, your shoulders brushing, while he studied you like that, with a look that was vaguely familiar. And, ironically, one in which he was more than tolerable— he might even be likeable. What an awful, awful thought.

He tipped his head backward when you smiled stiffly, satisfied, until it collided with the doorframe and he screwed his eyes closed, pinching the bridge of his nose like he had a headache. He sighed shortly. You rocked back on your nikes, considering his pained expression.

“How are you?" It wasn't said kindly exactly, but it was an honest question.

“I'll be fine." His response was automatic and his tone was softer, distracted again by the girl on the couch as she shifted in her sleep. You could let him lie to you if it made this moment a little less fraught with the anxieties of impending death. It could wait for an evening, if only that long.

“Copy that.”

“To tell you the truth i’m more worried about..." Nancy's name died in his throat and drifted over them both like a ghost. But you faltered. There was that soft stare again, the one he gave to you.

You watched him in quiet confusion, for long enough that he must have felt the overwhelming urge to fill that silence— anticipation in its most awkward form.

“It's not like you to be so... you know, empathetic." He muttered through that famous smile, small as it was. "Sure you didn't hit your head back there?" You snorted and shook your head, scuffing your shoes against the carpet so you didn't have to meet his gaze. Again.

“Well, if you're going to die on me tonight Harrington, I don't want you haunting me afterward because I didn't care about your shitty feelings."

“Makes sense, makes sense." He repeats absentmindedly, staring into the dark. He runs his fingers through his hair and your stomach twists. In moments like these you were nothing more than a simple girl— he doesn't have that nickname for no reason. "I think i'd stick around with you anyway."

You turn to him with a bitter expression that seemed to ask 'why?'. Your smile retained a sense of self-consciousness Steve didn't understand, but watching as your face lit up was a lot like staring at the sun— warm and pretty.

“Turns out, I don't completely hate your company," He threw his hands up, "You might strangle me for saying so but I maybe even like spending time with you." You laughed then and every other sound seemed to fade in comparison. "Can you believe it?"

“I mean— it is just a little incredible if you want me to be honest." You smiled, pinching your fingers together until they hovered just a hairs-breadth apart.

“More incredible than an alternate dimension and... monsters and shit?"

It was. It actually was. He had no idea how many nights you laid awake vowing to hate Steve Harrington and his stupid hair until your dying breath— or better, until his. Reconciling that son of a bitch with the boy stood in front of you was... difficult. It was letting that grudge go, something that wasn't as simple as it should be, not like pruning a rotten limb from a healthy tree. It was messy, deep and twisted into your psyche and that stubborn part of you resisted, this decision was friction, burning in spite of every assumption you ever made about him. But ultimately and objectively, maybe moving on was a step in the right direction. Maybe it was healthy.

So you grinned. And shrugged your shoulders, releasing all that tension and the hatred that came with it. A step in the right direction.

“You're not so bad yourself. I s'pose."

“Wow, you really know how to make a guy feel special, you know that?” He raised his hand and pressed a fist against his heart. "Truly heartwarming." His shirt rode up slightly, exposing his makeshift bandage and your face fell just a little, just enough for him to notice and twist awkwardly away.

“You're welcome." But you were quiet, the sentence was almost strangled by that lump in your throat that might be worry.

Nancy sighed. Steve, once again, seemed to panic.

“Hey, can I—" You cleared your throat, "Can I ask you a personal question?”

“We've only been friends for five minutes but..." He must've noticed your earnestness because his eyes soften with concern at the corners, "Sure, go ahead."

“Do you… do you still love her?"

“Are you shitting me?" You seemed... taken aback when he whispered, to say the least, physically backing up and as far away from him as the doorframe would let you. You went so far as to blink at him in complete and utter surprise and your expression soured. “Sorry, sorry." He mumbled sarcastically. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just— it's a big question, okay?"

“A big question?" You folded your arms again, "It was like, five words."

“You know what I mean." That was the sullen expression of a spoilt child sulking, not someone who'd graduated high school. But Steve never really had grown up. And so he frowned, his bottom lip jutted out like a shelf. "And no, by the way."

“No what, dingus?"

“No I don't still love her." Your ribcage tightened, enough to make breathing an effort. But why?

“You're sure?" His eyes lingered on her, thoroughly pensive with baited breath but he seemed to surrender himself to some kind of truth when he turned away, turning back to you.

“Well... no." You wondered why that stung so much, why you felt so defeated.

“No?"

“Not exactly. I'll always love her a little bit— I think. Y-you weren't there the first few times, going through that together— I don't think I have much of a choice except to love her. But..." Way to make a girl feel special, you thought, his words sat in the back of your mouth like a bad taste. You swallowed thickly and nodded anyway, like a friend should— considering that's what you were now and all.

“But not in the way you're talking about." He grew kind of frantic, intense was probably a better word. At the very least a little dramatic. "She's been through so much, you know? But somehow, somehow she's still like a really, truly good person. Like heart of gold type shit. The kind of person you want as a friend, like really want. Like Robin. So... I love her like that, even if we aren't super close— love her like a friend I mean, and I want her to be safe and happy, but... I don't love her."

“Right." You whispered and he shook his head decisively, smiling at his shoes almost smug, infuriatingly so. The impression only grows when he turns to watch you, to consider you— and those micro expressions that betray so many secrets.

“Can I ask you a personal question?" He tilted his head to one side like a puppy, his hair flipping softly with it. You nodded breathlessly, too tired to ask him about that tone, the one that often precedes a difficult question.

“Why do you care?"

Your train of thought seemed to stutter and stop, leaving you to scramble for some kind of answer.

“It's just... cause from the way you look at her, it kind of seems like you two have some unresolved feelings to work through, I guess."

“Hey, hey, slow down." You blinked at him through the half-light. He hesitated. "If there's anyone I have unresolved feelings for it's not Nancy."

“What? I thought you and Robin were—"

The face he made was comical, and maybe insulting if you were Robin. "Oh God no, it's definitely not her either, just... just give me a second okay?"

“Oh— okay." You waited, and he did that thing where he pinched the bridge of his nose again, breathing hard, harder than you were. "Are you good Steve?"

“You remember when you said you didn't care about my feelings? Like five minutes ago?"

“Funnily enough yeah, I do. Why?"

“Right, right so, you never exactly have either, like back in school."

“Back when you were a real asshole, you mean? What was your name again, oh right, King Stev—"

“I'm serious y/n."

“You are? Wow, this has gotta be a first for sure.”

“Yes, I am. And I know I was a total moron, just to be clear, but I sat behind you in home room the whole of senior year. It was the first day of school and I asked if you had a pen I could borro—"

“Classic Steve, no school supplies." You snickered.

“Eat shit." His eyes rolled too as if he could be more sarcastic, "Anyway, you gave me a pencil and I wrote you a note with it. Remember that? It was pink. I asked if you wanted to go catch a movie down at the theatre and you literally threw it back at me in front of like..." He faltered, his adam's apple bobbing not with worry but...shame. "Like everyone."

“You mean that wasn't... a joke?" Regret blossomed like spring flowers in your stomach and you felt a little sick.

“Why would it have been a joke?"

“Steve..."

“Yeah?" His voice was so small, so different and vulnerable. Maybe even a little defensive.

“You tormented me that entire year, forgive me if I didn’t think you had serious intentions.”

“I— I know. And I'm sorry, I was just... hurt. And immature and if i'm totally honest? A little obsessed with you in the least creepy way possible. A part of me just wanted your attention."

“I don't know what to tell you. This is—“

“Well, that's okay. What I was going to say, other than that i'm sorry," He eased gently. There was no warning before he slipped his hand into yours, just a mildly comfortable silence, "Is that I still really like you.”

“You… you used to like me?” You spoke slowly, it simply didn’t seem to register, discordant with that image of him you carefully constructed.

“Unfortunately.”

“And you still do?” He nodded nonchalantly, looking conflicted.

“Yeah, well. I wanted to mention that and the fact you are like way, way more difficult than I thought you would be judging by these last few days." The corners of your mouth quirked upward unwillingly, you turned away to try and hide it but he saw. And he smiled wider. "But you're also pretty damn cool."

“That much has always been obvious, maybe you just weren’t looking close enough." But you stared at him openly, excitedly. And he stared straight back, pleased to be the reason you were happy.

“I’ve always noticed you.” It was so blasé, so like him. “But if you tell anyone, I mean anyone, what i’ve just said, like Robin, or Dustin, or Erica..." You raised your eyebrows and he laughed into the small space between you, "I will feed you to Vecna myself. We will never, I repeat, never hear the end of it."

“He doesn't eat people, Steve."

“Oh yeah? How do you know?"

“Have you been listening to Nancy?"

“I mean—“ He mumbled something softly, staring at your mouth that sounded a lot like “I was pretty wrapped up with you, to be complete honest." But when the corners of your mouth curled upward in a wry smile, he shrugged, suddenly uptight, "Of course I have— hey! What’s so funny?"

“You're a dork Steve Harrington."

“Oh..." He leans a little closer, his voice a little lower. "Really? Is that your type?” Until your chests are almost touching, until your heart is in your throat and you can feel his breath warm against your cheek as he speaks, fervent with ardour and an immature kind of glee.

“Mhmm, maybe." The drop wasn't scary like you thought it would be, it wasn't quick. You didn't find yourself toeing the edge of a precipice and throwing yourself over, you didn't fall into love so much as meet it quietly, in that doorway. It simply planted itself in the back of your mind and you found it taking root, unfurling at the centre of everything.

All you knew when he offered you his hand in the steady glow of that dated table lamp and the company of your friends, is that you took it. And it felt different. And for a moment all that matters existed in that space between you, those inches that separated your sternum from his and his heart from yours. Even in with the windows open and the gate above your head that let in the cold, let in that stifling quiet, he radiated warmth, he radiated light. It spread from your fingertips through the very fabric of your being, a feeling that seeped into your bones and through your defences, right into your heart until it fluttered behind your ribcage. You felt like laughing.

“Now Harrington," You spoke softly, teasingly, right onto his lips, "Get to it."

“To what?" He mumbled, mesmerised by your mouth as it moved.

“One day, you're going to die at the hands of your own stupidity." You muttered beneath your breath only that there wasn't enough space between you for privacy, and he heard every word, still confused, still amazed by you, "I thought you were supposed to be experienced in this by now."

“What are you talking about?"

“Just kiss me, before I change my mind."

So he did, not softly, not slowly but like he'd been starved of affection, his hands finding the small of your back and pulling you closer, his lips slotted against yours like puzzle pieces. He was attentive and careful and rough, he was everything you've ever wanted all at once, he sent your head spinning. Until he pulled breathlessly away.

You blinked at him breathlessly, bottom lip caught between your teeth, warmth reluctantly rising in your cheeks to paint them a pretty shade of pink, “You're still a fool Steve Harrington? You know that?"

He laughed, really laughed, and whispered stupidly, "Only a fool for you."

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vanweezer · 2 years

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stoncy week: day 7 - secret relationship / “just tell me why you did it!” “because i’m in love with you, okay?”

alternative prompt: coming out

ending this week off with: steve (pre anything) coming out as "subtly" as he can to jonathan & nancy. i loved participating in this! heres to stoncy!

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hazelhearts · 2 years

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Wasted Time

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: giving up doesn't always have to be a bad thing

content/warnings: angst, fluff if you squint, cheating, allusions to sex, slight eddie munson x fem!reader and steve harrington x nancy wheeler. if i missed anything please let me know!

note/request: steve harrington is one of the many fictional loves of my life and it hurt so bad to write this but the inspo was there and I don't have nearly enough steve fics. i also have such mized feelings about this and barely proofread it but it has been a wip for about a month now and it's time to clear out some space for new wips

word count: 2.6k

masterlist | part 2

Steve was standing at your door. Again. He wasn't sure how it all happened, but he knew he had to be here. He hoped that an apology would be good enough, just like all the times before.

apology #1

You and Steve had been together barely a month when it came time for the first apology.

Your parents had caught Steve sneaking into your window one night and had grounded you. School, work, and home. Nothing in between.

One night during that week, they couldn't pick you up. You asked Steve and he said he would be happy to.

So, there you were, sitting outside Scoops Ahoy an hour after Steve had said he would be there. You had called him at least ten times and still, no answer. The phone didn't even ring for longer that a second each time. He was ignoring you.

You gave up about thirty minutes later, opting to call Eddie to come pick you up. You ended up getting home about two hours after you got off.

Steve had been out at a party. He checked the time at some point and noticed it was eleven. Three hours after he had promised to pick you up. He quickly said goodbye to all of his friends and rushed to your house, assuming you found a ride and didn't sit at Scoops Ahoy for three hours. He couldn't cope with the thought of you sitting there for hours waiting up for him.

Steve rushed to your window, knocking as quietly as possible in order to not wake your parents. When you saw him, you debated turning over and leaving him out there in the cold. But you just couldn't do it. You walked over to the window, unlocked it, and then laid back down on your bed.

"Baby, I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am. I was out at a party with a few friends and I lost track of time..." He slowly walked towards your bed as he was speaking, finally sitting on the edge as he finished his sentence.

"I needed you Steve. I needed you and you didn't show. How am I supposed to know this won't happen again? How am I supposed to ever trust you?" A part of you knew this was a seemingly minor inconvenience. But if he couldn't keep this promise, what other promises was he capable of breaking?

"I know, baby. I know. I am so so sorry. I want you to trust me. I want you to believe me. What can I do to make it up to you?" When you finally convinced yourself to look at him, you could see the regret in his eyes. The desperation.

"Well, helping me get cleaned up and changed out of these dirty clothes would be a good start." He laughed, happy you seemed to be opening up a little bit more. He did have one question still remaining though.

"Hey, how did you end up getting home by the way?"

"Oh I called Eddie for a ride." Steve snapped his head towards you, annoyance written all across his face.

"Eddie? Really? The guy who's so obviously obsessed with you? The one that's practically drooling every time you're in a room with him?" You really didn't feel like fighting about this right now. You were so physically and mentally exhausted that even the thought of it pained you.

"Can we just talk about this later? I really just want to clean off all this gunk and cuddle with my boyfriend right now." Steve smiled at you, happy that you were giving him a chance to really gain your trust. You're the first girl he's ever seen a future with. He would get to the bottom of this Eddie thing. He would make sure he wasn't in the way. You and him had to work. You just had to.

apology #2

You and Steve have now been dating for three months. Steve has really been working on his reliability and you have been working on trusting him. You haven't really had any other problems. Until now.

"Y/N, I have to go. The kids need me in Lenora Hills." Steve had just told you that we was planning to move to Lenora Hills with the Byers' just in case something happens there. You were completely against the idea.

"Steve, Joyce will be there. Jonathan will be there. God, El will be there. She can kill people with her thoughts for God's sake! They don't need you there!" Steve was fuming. You could never understand. They were like his own kids. He had to be the one to protect them.

"I don't understand why it's bothering you so much! Honestly, it's not your decision to make! I'm a grown man, Y/N! I can make my own damn decisions." Steve knew he messed up as soon as the words came out of his mouth. Of course your opinion meant everything to him. If you didn't want him to go, he could try to figure something out. He just felt like he had to be there. He had a responsibility to those kids.

"I need you here Steve! I need you here, okay?! Can I ever come first? Can you ever try to consider what I need? What I want? Does it even matter at all to you that this affects me too?!" You couldn't even look at him. He kept trying to catch your eyes, to get even a glimpse into what's going on behind the harsh words, but you wouldn't give him the chance.

"Y/N..."

"Just go Steve! If you wanna go so bad, just fucking go!" You grabbed his stuff, shoving it into his arms. You then began pushing him out the door. You didn't want him to be here any longer if he was so insistent on leaving.

He knew that trying to fix anything right now would be pointless. The argument was too recent, the pain too new. So he left without another word, intent on winning you back as soon as he got home.

months later, after Steve returns...

Steve was standing at your door. He had called you more times than he could count, you never picked up. He had been planning out all sorts of ways to apologize to you for weeks now. Flowers, gifts, he even considered screaming his apology from the rooftops of a building. None of it felt right. Nothing but the simple words 'I'm sorry'.

He knocked. He didn't know how you would react to seeing his face again. He didn't know if you'd kiss him, or if you'd tell him to go fuck himself. Either way, he couldn't dream about it anymore. He couldn't blindly hope any longer.

When you opened the door, you were shocked. You knew he was coming back, but the idea of it had never really sank in. Seeing him now, your past argument fell foolish. That's why you fell into his arms, sobbing both out of relief, and out of guilt. No matter how bad your argument was, you shouldn't have left each other without some kind of resolution.

'I'm sorry' came out of both of your mouths as if it was a prayer, the words ceasing to feel like real words at a point. You both knew a conversation would have to happen sooner or later but, for now, this was enough. This moment together would suffice for now.

present day a.k.a apology #36

You and Steve had been together for nearly 2 years now. You'd had your fair share of apologies and struggles along the way, but you always managed to find your way back to each other. Fate wouldn't let it happen any other way.

You don't really know if that made things easier or harder when you opened your door and saw him. He was holding nearly two dozen flowers, guilt painted all across his face.

About a week ago, Steve had walked out of movie night to tend to Nancy's drama. Her and Jonathan had another argument which meant Steve was gone. The worst part? This movie night was your first real date night in about six months. You had both been really busy and this was the first moment you had alone together.

When you heard Nancy's voice on the other end of the phone, you knew that Steve was going to leave within the next ten minutes. It's how it always went. Brief explanations of what had happened, kisses to your forehead, apologies about having to rush out, and promises to be back before you even noticed he was gone. He usually didn't come back until the next morning.

This time was no different. Apparently Jonathan and Nancy had gotten into it because Jonathan thought his career was more important than Nancy's and that she should learn to respect that. You felt bad for Nancy, but that didn't make you any happier to see Steve go.

The forehead kisses, apologies, and promises ended just as quickly as they had started. He was out the door. And you were, yet again, alone. Alone in yours and Steve's apartment, feeling like crap. You followed the routine, getting ready for bed and cleaning, then going to sleep without waiting up. The same damn thing. The same damn girl. The same damn pain.

When you woke up the next morning, Steve wasn't lying next to you as usual. When you heard the sink running, you knew he must've woken up already. Odd for him. But, in all honesty, he always acts odd after returning home from tending to Nancy.

You walked into the kitchen, expecting to follow the same morning routine as ever. But something was different that day, you just didn't know it yet.

"How's Nancy?" The same words as always, the same lack of real care behind them.

"Ummm.. actually I wanted to talk to you about that." Hesitation was never a good sign. Hesitation meant he was sure that the next words out of his mouth were going to piss you off.

"Nance wanted to know if I could stay with her this weekend. ya know, until Jonathan calms down." No wonder he was scared. You're pissed.

Your birthday was Saturday. You had already made plans for it. You and Steve were gonna do dinner and a drive-in movie, then have a night to yourselves. He couldn't seriously be backing out to spend time with Nancy.

"Really Steve? Really?! You want to go 'be there for her' on my birthday?! Birthdays are the one day we always promise. You can't be serious." Steve had known this wouldn't go well.

"Y'know what, Steve? Go! Go be with Nancy! We all know she's the one you want to be with anyways!" You knew your words were harsh, but it was the truth. Steve hadn't made you a priority over Nancy throughout your entire relationship. If you really think about it, he's never made you a priority in his life in general.

"Y/N c'mon, it's Nance! She needs me!" He acts like it being Nancy made it any better.

"Are you deaf, Harrington? GO! Go fucking be with Nancy. Even if you don't go, leave." Steve took the opening. He grabbed his stuff and went to kiss your cheek, receiving a glare from hell. He backed away and walked out the door, he didn't even look back once.

A few days later, you were hanging out with Robin. You could tell she had something important to tell you. You just couldn't figure out what it was.

"Robin, what's wrong? You've seemed off all day." She finally looked over at you, pity soaking into even the deepest parts of her eyes.

"Y/N, there's no right way to tell you this so I'm just gonna say it. Steve slept with Nancy."

Now he was here. Why? You didn't really know. You had made it clear you didn't want him here.

"Y/N...."

"Go fuck yourself, Harrington." There was his answer this time around. You went with go fuck yourself. Honestly, he didn't know what he expected. You had every right to be pissed. He really fucked up this time.

"Y/N, please. Haven't we always said anything could be worked out?" You broke. A piece of you broke right there. How dare he throw that back at you. He cheated on you! That in no way compares to forgetting to pick you up after work.

"Don't go there with me Steve. I have forgiven you countless times for things that should've been the end right there! Leaving to go to Lenora Hills without even thinking to talk with me about it! Questioning me about getting a ride home from Eddie when you're the one who left me sitting at work for HOURS! Not to mention how I always let you leave to help Nancy any time she needs any fucking thing! Now, you fucking sleep with her and you expect me to forgive you like it's nothing! You never fucking prioritize me Steve! It's like I'm always your second choice! Fuck you Steve. Fuck you and the bitch you rode in with."

Steve was in shock. He had never really thought about what he's put you through. He was blinded, blinded by the unconditional love and never-ending forgiveness. He never realized how lucky he was to have you.

"I have one more thing to ask you Steve Harrington. Was she worth it? Was she worth ruining what we had?" He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what answer he could give you that would suffice for all that's he's done. He decided honesty was th best thing he could give to you, the thing you deserved the most.

"I'm sorry Y/N. She was worth it. I'm sorry for everything." He began to walk away, thinking that the conversation was over. But he had one more thing he had to add.

"Y'know why she was worth it? She made me realize I don't deserve you. I don't deserve someone that loves me so much and is so forgiving of all of the shit I've done. She made me realize that I'm not good enough for you. That I'll never be good enough for you." He turned around again, knowing he said everything he needed to say.

"Steve!" He whipped his head around, hoping for a miracle. Hoping what he said evoked a magical moment of forgiveness.

"I hope Nancy makes you love her as much as I loved you." He turns away yet again, walking towards the car.

"Hey! I wasn't done!" He turns around again, knowing your words were going to hurt rather than heal.

"I hope she makes you love her, and then I hope she cheats. I hope she makes you feel the same way about her that I feel about you right now."

With that, you walked back into your house, slamming the door. You started collecting his things and any photos with him in them, they're just more pictures to burn. His other shit? You would just give it to Robin.

You were done with Steve Harrington. You were done with his stupid apologies. You were done with his shitty list of priorities, and mostly, you were done not being loved the way you should be.

Maybe you should give Eddie a call. Not only do you need a friend, but it'll also piss Steve off. That thought alone had you sprinting to the phone, typing his number in faster than you ever have before.

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Better man (E.M)

Warning(s); mentions of the stancy break up,Eddie being a fool in love, physical fighting,possessive Eddie,heart break,kinda asshole Steve? Not really though,kissing.

Pairing(s); Eddie Munson x (Afab) Fem! Reader.

Summary; Eddie’s been fighting for you to see it all along, he’s the better man.

A/n; please know this is by no means how I truly feel abt the two of them?? it’s fictional and I’m not saying Eddie is better then Steve. Thank you<3

Hi we are pretending Steve was in his senior year when dustin was a freshman, thank you! :)

Your lungs were burning,you felt your heart thumping in your chest,your eyes stung from built up tears. Your legs felt wobbly, like they’d give out any second if possible. This wasn’t how you planned for the night to end.

You had been cheering since freshman year and it was one of your favorite things. You made friends easily due to your bubbly and happy attitude. You could have any guy you wanted in the whole school but the only person you wanted was Steve Harrington. While plenty of guys tried their luck your eyes were set on Steve and only Steve.

“You know, if you keep staring your eyes’ll fall right out” you smiled and smacked Eddie’s arm. “They will not! Shut up!” “What’s got you so infatuated anyway? You know I’m right here!” You rolled your eyes and finally pulled them away from Steve. Bringing your eyes to settle on your friend he was grinning at you “what exactly do you have to offer Mr, Munson?” You played along.

“What don’t I have to offer?” He rebutdtaled and you just shook your head smiling. “He hasn’t even had a girlfriend since nancy wheeler I don’t see why you even try” Eddie sighed. “Because he’s sweet, and he cares for people…and he thinks I’m pretty” Eddie rolled his eyes faking a gag. “You’ll just end up hurt, princess”

God, if only you’d listen to him. If only you didn’t spend the last 7 months of you’re life wasted on Steve.

You always scanned the bleachers for him because he was always there. You smiled widely your chest heaving after the routine but your smile fell the second your eyes landed on Steve making out with Nancy.

Eddie watched your eyes lock into something behind him and when he glanced back he saw exactly what he didn’t want to. He was gonna kill him. “Shit.” He muttered and pulled himself over the small wall covering the bleachers. Eddie ran across the field towards you it was like he felt he couldn’t get there fast enough, but he didn’t just in time.

Your legs gave out and you fell landing in Eddie’s arms as your eyes finally dropped to the grass in front of you. The screams and cheers behind you were muffled so was Eddie’s voice. You felt like your world was crashing down around you. The ringing in your ears died down and the tears were now spilling down your face, not only was Eddie there but now so was the rest of them. Gareth,Jeff,bradlee, they were all on the field next to you, your other cheer mates coming to make sure you were okay.

You dropped the green and white tassels and turned to wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck hiding your head into his shoulder. “Alright, let’s go.” Eddie bent down and lifted your legs up your shoes clapping together as he settled you in his arms.

Steve was confused when their were gasps around him, pulling away from Nancy he looked out to see Eddie Munson carrying you off the field. Meanwhile your friends all looked worried as hell “sorry nanc h-hold on” Steve jumped over steps until he was able to reach the end.

“Is she okay? What happened” “fuck off Harrington” Gareth huffed “she doesn’t wanna see you.” Steve furrowed his brows and tried to push past Gareth but he was quick to push him back. “I said fuck off.” He repeated and eyed him before turning to follow after you and Eddie.

It had been days. You hadn’t been to school, Steve was worried. No one would tell him what happened, not even your teammates.

Steve stood next to the table waiting for them to come, he was gonna get his Fucking answers one way or another.

The second Eddie saw him waiting he sighed walking over “if you’re after your little friend, he’s skipping lunch” Steve huffed out a laugh. “I’m not here for dustin and you know that.” Eddie shrugged and sat down. “What happened Friday? Why hasn’t she been to school? Is she okay?” Eddie didn’t reply just ignored him and started to eat his pretzels.

Steve huffed and slammed his hands on the table the boom bringing most peoples attention. “What the fuck is your problem??” Steve huffed and Eddie just stared at him and shrugged again before going back to eating. “You’re making a scene” Eddie mumbled and Steve rolled his eyes “I don’t give a fuck! Let them stare! She’s my friend and I’m worried!” Eddie barked out a laughs.

“Friend? That’s a strong word” Eddie still refused to look up from his tray of food. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie sighed and shoved his tray away “seemed to have lost my appetite” with that he left the lunch room.

2 more days passed and Steve had heard nothing, now, now he was just pissed off. He wasn’t gonna be nice or collected. He waited for the 2pm bell to ring and for Eddie to head towards the drama club room. Steve met him and this time Steve grabbed the collar of Eddie’s Queen shirt and shoved him against lockers.

“I want answers, freak.” Eddie eyed him but didn’t say anything. There was a small crowd waiting to see if Eddie was gonna throw a punch. They weren’t expecting you to.

You punched Steve right across the jaw and he let go of Eddie. “Don’t touch him.” You huffed and turned to Eddie who was fixing his shirt. Your hands held his face “you alright?” Eddie nodded. “Fine, thank you.” Steve looked shocked to see you at school, it had been nearly a week.

“Alright! Shows over off you go” you yelled waving the crowd away. “Where have you been!” Steve reached out grabbing a hold of your arm. Now, Eddie reacted. He gripped Steve wrist and jerked his hand away from you pulling you to his side. “Hands off, Harrington.” He stated calmly.

“I was worried.” Steve said and you shrugged “good for you, I don’t care” Steve stared at you. The light he used to see was gone, the bubbly happy nature was gone. What happened to you? Where’d the happy girl go? Who hurt you?

“Why weren’t you at school?” You shrugged “I was out of town with my dad. You can call the office if you don’t believe me ‘King Steve’” you grabbed a hold of Eddie’s hand and pulled him with you down the hall. “Wait- what..what happened? Why’re you so…” “cold?” You finished his sentence. “It’s what happens when you get your heart broke Steve, figured you’d know that. Make sure you keep your pretty girlfriend away from parties.” Eddie dropped your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

The second the drama door closed eddie tugged you to his chest as you let tears fall. “I know baby, I know. It’s okay.” He rubbed your back in a soft comforting way. “Here, sit down” he lifted you into his throne and crouched down to wipe at your tears. “It’s okay. He’s gone he’s not here baby. Can’t hurt you” you hiccuped as more tears fell. “It’s really bad, Ed’s hurts” Eddie tried his best to put on a heartfelt smile “it’ll get better and then you’ll go back to cheer and have your friends back. Don’t you have a beach trip coming up? that’ll be fun!” You nodded.

“Y-yeah, it’ll…it’ll all get better” Eddie nodded and watched you sniffle before your lip quivered again. “Sweetheart, you poor thing.” The tears started right back the second they stopped harder then before.

Eddie wanted to fix it, make it better for you. He’d do anything in this whole world to just see you smile again. He never realized how badly he could miss it. You didn’t deserve this.

However the next day at school steve sat down at Eddie’s table. “What?” Eddie questioned “you gonna tell me who hurt her?” Eddie let out a laugh “why? What’re you gonna do swing and miss?” Steve ignored the jab “tell me who hurt her.” He demanded and Eddie stopped his chuckling. “Alright, big boy go look in the Fucking mirror then.” Steve narrowed his eyes at Eddie.

“Yeah, you. You’re the one who hurt her.” “Me! How’d I hurt her?” “Oh my god you really are a clueless idiot aren’t you?” Eddie sighed. “She was in love with you idiot. She used to stare at you for hours, spend days planning what to wear in hopes you’d find her cute, could talk for hours about your favorite things and get every fucking one right.” Eddie stood up. He leaned over the table hands splayed while he got next to Steve’s face.

“But you, you didn’t pay her a second glance. Bet you didn’t even know her favorite color,can’t tell me 3 of her favorite things,you don’t even know her dogs name or why she hates the color grey,couldn’t even tell me when you two first met. It’s rich for you to call her your friend because you don’t know a damn thing other then her name.” “That’s not true!” Steve defended and Eddie scoffed “it is Steve. Try just try to name those things I listed off”

Steve tried multiple times but his mind was blank, Eddie stood up and crossed his arms. He didn’t know you’d entered the lunch room nor that you stood there and listened as he answered every single thing correct.

“You don’t know shit about that girl. You didn’t care, no you knew it was your fault that’s why you felt bad,guilty. That’s why you were so focused to know the truth because you didn’t want the answer to be you but it was. It is.” Eddie sighed and leaned over again “so, go and kiss your little girlfriend and keep away from her, because I swear on any fucking God that existed if you try to touch her again I’ll punch you so hard your forget your damn name.”

Eddie stood back up and turned around to see you standing there. You blinked at him. He blinked at you. You walked over to him and he stood frozen, you sat your hands on his chest and nudged his nose with yours gently before you placed a soft kiss to his lips.

Time stops for Eddie it’s like everything around him doesn’t exist anymore. Just you, just him, just the two of you in his own little world.

You pull away from him and Eddie blinks down at you “what…what was that?” You smiled and Eddie saw that spark light back up in your eyes. “A kiss, I kissed you.” Eddie nodded “yeah, yeah okay” you smiled at his hazed smile and pecked his lips again. “You wanna go?” You asked and Eddie nodded “yeah, yeah okay” you giggled harder and took his hand pulling him along.

#eddie munson #fem reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x nancy wheeler #steve harrington angst

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bvtbxtch · 5 months

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Stephen | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader TEASER

I have been a little obsessed with mid 2000s trash pop, so when Stephen by Kesha came on my phone, I got inspired. Here is my delve into my very first Steve Harrington fanfic! I don't have a timeline for it now, since I am in a bunch of shows, but thought I would give a little sneak peek!

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“You’re my object of affection, my drug of choice, my sick obsession.”

5 years since graduation, 5 years since you ran your way through Hawkins High, leaving boys in your wake…. Except one. Steve Harrington, apparent untouchable due to his infatuation with Nancy Wheeler. What happens when you see a worn out, former heartthrob with his fizzled highschool flame stuck to him? Unhappy, feeling unloved and in a bind, you thought Steve could be the conquest of the night… or so you thought.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Toxic!Fem! Reader

Content warnings: smut, angst, fluff. Non canon au. Steve and Nancy are together from Steve’s senior year to the time of the story. Cheating, p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), Reader defs isn’t a girls girl but I couldn’t help it.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 month

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Steve Harrington wouldn't have gone to dinner with Nancy at Barb's parents for months. Yes, it was months! If he didn't understand that Nancy was upset by Barb's death or didn't sympathize with her, he wouldn't have gone. He understood, and by going with her, that's how he was there for her. His fear about going after the lab was breaking the NDA for everyone involved, which is fair, considering they murdered Benny and how quickly they faked Will's death. He was scared, but that doesn't mean he was heartless about Barb's death. He just didn't know how to handle it, and Nancy didn't either. She thought that going after the lab was the best way to try and deal with it, but it wasn't. Nancy and Steve were both scared, distraught kids who did their best to handle their trauma. I hate when people say Steve wasn't there for Nancy because he was. He wasn't a shitty boyfriend.

#stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #barb holland #stancy #steve harrington x nancy wheeler #nancy needs to steve he wasn't a shitty boyfriend #and for gods sake give her a friend in robin #rueleigh's thoughts

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weasleytwinwheezes · 2 years

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Cleopatra

Steve Harrington x HopperDaughter!Reader

Summary: After Hoppers 'death' in season 3, Y/N moves out of state to live with her mother. She spends the next 8 months healing herself of the trauma of seeing her father die. Spring Break of 1986 she moves back to Hawkins, but seems to be too late for the love of her life (Hopper is legit dead in this ok)

Warnings: angst lol, cussing, unrequited love (kinda?), miscommunication (kinda??), feelings of being replaced/replaceable, minor mention of panic attack, happy ending bc im not a monster

Authors note: I adore Steve and I couldn’t let this end with him being hurt lol

When you knelt by my mattress, and asked for my hand But I was sad you asked it, as I laid in a black dress With my father in a casket, I had no plans

“Marry me Y/N? I’ll take care of you. I have the money and I couldn’t stand it if you left me,” Steve begged, tears streaming down his handsome face.

“This is unfair Steve,” you sighed towards the blank ceiling.

“How? Why? We could be good together!” he pleaded.

“Because my father just died. Because the entire world is shit right now. Because you're only asking me because I'm alone now. I have no family here and you know that. Because I don’t know what I want anymore,” you sobbed, unable to look at him.

"You're not alone Y/N! You have me! I know this is a nightmare and you're scared. But don't you dare say you're alone when I'm sitting right here!" Steve yelled with a cracking voice.

Turning your head, you stared at him. Standing before you was the love of your life. The same boy who had been there to pull you out of that mall, the boy who brought a smile to your face, and butterflies to your stomach. But right now he was just the boy who reminded you of that terrible night and you didn't know what was worse. Pretending that you were going to be okay or pretending that you were still in love with him.

"Steve, I can't do this. I can't handle this right now. I don't know what's happening. This is too much," you choked out, chest tightening with the familiar feeling of a panic attack.

Pushing up from the mattress, you saw his face crumble. But the need to be alone overpowered the breaking of your heart, so you rushed from the room and never looked back.

And I left the footprints, the mud stain on the carpet And it hardened like my heart did when you left town

"Y/N Honey? Are you still there?" your mothers voice questioned, riddled with static from the payphone.

"Yes mom, I'm still here! Just double checking the map. It looks like I should get to Grandmas in about an hour or so," you responded, tucking the worn map into your jeans.

"Oh she's just going to love having you there. Give her my love will you? And be careful! You know how worried I am about you!," she babbled on.

"I know, I know! I'll be careful and I'll be sure to let Grandma know you're thinking of her! Now get off the phone! Aerobics starts in an hour and you know how busy the interstate is this time of day! You don't want to miss it!" you rushed out, itching to hit the road again.

After quickly saying goodbye, you filled up with gas and headed towards your hometown. The entire trip home had been stressful. The last time you were here was a nightmare. All you could think about was the events at Starcourt Mall and walking away from Steve.

Oh Steve. He was the only part of Hawkins you were apprehensive about. After months of therapy, you understood that you could have gone about the entire situation differently. But grief can often make you do irrational things. Even if it makes you pack up all your things and move 500 miles to Richmond, Virginia.

You had loved him the only way you knew how, by leaving before you caused him more pain. Your father had loved your mother the same way, so it was no surprise that the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Steve had already suffered too much at your hands. It was you who pulled him into everything with the upside down and you were the reason he got tortured by the Russians. Walking away from him was the only good thing you had ever done for him.

But I must admit it, that I would marry you in an instant Damn your wife, I'd be your mistress just to have you around

Frankly, it shouldn't have shocked you so badly to see Nancy Wheeler hanging off of his arm like she did so many years ago. But it did, it made you feel like you were that same naive girl who watched the boy she loved fall for someone else. Maybe it hurt because the pain of seeing them together felt like it had the first time. Or maybe it was because he had replaced you again.

You didn't expect him to be alone and miserable like you were. But you also didn't expect him to be back with her. At least now you and Nancy Wheeler had something in common.

You had both broken his heart.

But I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life And when I die alone, when I die alone, die I'll be on time

The days in Hawkins quickly turned into weeks, then months. Soon enough it was time for graduation. You tried to tell yourself that you were going to support your old friends, which wasn't wrong. You had reconnected with Robin Buckley after moving back. So you at least had a reason to be at Hawkins football field. But you knew deep down, that you were going to see if they were still together.

Robin had practically begged you to tell you what went down between Steve and you. Repeating the same sentences, 'He never told us why you left. He just smiled and said it was for the best. Then Nancy started coming around.' 'You know he never said that you two split?' 'I don't even know what they are to be honest, he's never really said. But these days he isn't exactly Mr. Gossip.'

A part of you was happy he had found someone to be happy with but you wished deep down it was you.

As you stood there below the bleachers, hot sun beating down on you, you watched as families filled in to watch their loved ones graduate. Your own heart clenching at the memory of you dad yelling as loud as possible when your name was called. He was so proud of you and you hoped that he still was. Wherever he was.

So absorbed in your thoughts, you didn't notice the person walk up next to you.

"Y/N Hopper? Is it really you?" a voice startled you.

Turning to your right you were greeted with the face of the man you loved. He looked good, if that could even describe it. His face was plagued with worry and it was bruise free.

"Steve Harrington, to what do I owe the pleasure?" you responded softly.

"Oh nothing the pleasure is free but you could only imagine my surprise when I found out that love of my life has been in Hawkins for months and not once reached out to me," Steve spoke hotly, eyes boring into yours.

You could feel your mouth opening and closing, trying to form a sarcastic comment or just a response at all. But your tongue and heart stumbled on the word 'love'.

"And before you try to justify it, I understand. But do you know how embarrassing it is to have Dustin fucking Henderson tell me that you're back and have been since spring break?! I thought I was being pranked! I told him 'Y/N would let me know! She wouldn't hide', but it looks like I was wrong. You did hide. You didn't even try to see what would happen if you visited. You didn't even try to-"

"I did try Steve! I came to your house after days of trying to work of the courage! I came to apologize, to tell you about everything I've done, to tell you how much better I was. I came to see if there was any chance that you could possibly still want me. But I saw you with Nancy and I couldn't handle it. It felt like senior year all over again, so I walked away. I wasn't going to be the reason your heart was broken again, I couldn't do that." you forced out, fighting back the tears threatening to fall.

"Y/N Hopper, you're a lot of things. But I never took you for an idiot," Steve snapped.

"What ?! You ridiculous ass! I'm over here bearing my heart to you and you have the utter audacity to call me an idiot-" you were cut off by the familiar feeling of his lips on yours.

Suddenly it felt as though the weight of the last year fell off your shoulders. You knew you were missing something. You just didn't know it was this. The kiss was soft and you couldn't stop the tears from slipping down your cheeks.

Feeling Steve start to pull away, you reluctantly untangled yourself from him. Stepping away from each other, you both held your breath unsure of how to unpack what just happened.

"Look Y/N, don't you dare interrupt me. I'm not with Nancy. I haven't been with anyone since you left. Hell, as far as I'm concerned-we never broke up. I'm not even sure when you saw us together, but it was during spring break then I can explain. She's been helping me with my college admittance essays. I took a year off after everything that happened and I needed someone who was good at writing to make sure it was legible. I swear to you that's all it was. She is still happily dating Byers. I haven’t gotten over you. I can’t get over you,” he spoke wholeheartedly, staring deep into your eyes.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. He hasn’t moved on with Nancy. Steve didn’t go back to her. He had just admitted to wanting you still.

“I’m so sorry Steve. I was so scared to see you already and I guess I was I figured it was easier if you did move on. Even if I didn’t,” you replied softly.

Reaching to gently pull you towards him, Steve pressed a small kiss to your forehead and spoke, “Y/N, I never gave up on us. I know that I shouldn’t have asked then but I was so afraid you run away and leave us all behind. That’s wasn’t the answer though. I never stopped loving you because I think deep down I knew you would be back. I’m not angry with you, I never was. Just please don’t run away again baby. I couldn’t take that.”

As you opened your mouth to respond you were interrupted by the whine of feedback from a microphone with a quick reminder of “Please find your seats! The Hawkins High graduating class of 1986s ceremony will begin momentarily!”

Grabbing Steve by the hand you pulled him towards the bleachers, matching smiles on both your faces. As you settled in beside the Wheelers you squeezed his hand. Leaning in you whispered, “I’m not going anywhere Steve and the answer is yes this time. It was always supposed to be yes.”

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington my beloved #steve harrington angst #Steve Harrington #steve harrington x you #Steve harrington x hopper!daughter #steve harrington x nancy wheeler #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jim hooper #hawkins #stranger things fic #stranger things angst #stranger things 4 #steve harrington smut

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bakeryblood · 2 years

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“Seriously, get some help..”

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader

Pt.1 of 3

cw: Homophobic Language/Slurs, Bullying, steve x nancy

“So then I tried explaining how, you know, I’m just going to be stuck working some dead end job anyway and she just gave this look Y/N- like I was stupid or something..” Steve relayed his conversation he’d had with Nancy on the drive to school that morning. Y/N had seen the aftermath of her quickly exiting his car and heading on inside as he dejectedly waited around until he’d joined him. Getting a cigarette in before class inevitably started.

“Well what do you expect Steve, girls dream of their high school loves going to college with them, beating the men off them for the rest of their lives.”

“Yeah, ‘beating the guys off her’ is the whole reason I need to wait..plus there’s no way I could get into a college on her level, I’d just be holding her back..” Steve leaned against the side of his car, running a hand back through his hair as Y/N puffed away a few feet out, always keeping his distance as to not receive a complaint about the smell from his friend.

“Just stop stressing Steve! You get stressed, she’ll get stressed. Clearly she already is..” Y/N’s ears pricked up at the sound of quickly approaching music mixed with the revving of a loud engine. Down the street appeared a blue Camaro that screeched to a stop just before it passed up the entrance to the student parking area and as soon as it turned in it sped back up. Y/N stood in place and squinted, trying to make out who the hell was driving this car he’d never seen. And before he knew it Steve had grabbed the collar of his shirt and roughly yanked him out of the way moments before the car would have possibly hit him.

“Y/N Jesus! Wake up!” Steve let go of him and looked his face over, which admittedly was always difficult to read. He looked at him and then back at the car as it pulled into the middle of two spaces, double parking. One could hear the sound of brief bickering as the car was shut off and Y/N could see the California license plate and then a small red headed girl with an even redder zip up jacket quickly gathered herself and a skateboard out of the passengers seat, slamming the door and then tossing the board down and making her way off in the direction of the middle school with her middle finger held up.

“Hey!” Steve walked past you in the direction of the car and you hardly had time to react as he hurried over, you rushed to follow behind him. “You had a kid in there with you, don’t you think you should..slow down…” Steve’s angry speech trailed off as the driver stepped out of the car. Dirty blonde curls spilled off the back of his head and bounced as he stood and shut the door, an unamused look on his face as he sized Steve up. Although he had stopped a solid five feet away the teen advanced on the two of you, giving you a quick look before responding.

“Maybe you should worry more about your mouth and your boyfriend getting you in trouble, stranger. ” He reached up, snatching the almost finished cigarette out of your mouth and holding it up to his, lighting it off the cherry before tossing it behind the two of you. You licked your bottom lip where the skin had been pulled off from him taking it out of your mouth and also from you holding it there for too long and watched as he made his way away from Steve and you towards the school.

“Fuck..who the hell was that guy?” Steve let the gay comment roll off him like water off a ducks back, he had a reputation that some new tanned up guy from California wasn’t going to make an effect on. But it still did get under his skin, their body language and tone, he seemed dangerous.

“I think we’re going to find out.” Y/N reached up to press his finger against the small bubble of blood coming from his lip before wiping it off on his shirt and heading off towards the school as well. Steve stood back for a moment, still taken a back from the entire morning really. ‘Can’t ever catch a break..’ he thought to himself as he went on to catch up.

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“So don’t forget, Barbs’ Parents, dinner, tonight. Got it?”

“Yes Nance, of course I’ve got it. I’m not going to forget okay?”

Jonathan closed his eyes just for a second, hoping to drown them out somehow as he retreated down the hall away from them, but as he did he found himself running into someone. “S-sorry—“ Y/N shook his head and managed a half smile at the oldest Byers before peering off to the side of him at the two love birds chatting away at Nancys’ locker.

“Don’t be. Trust me, I get fed up with it too.” Jonathan sighed and nodded as they moved out of the way slightly to make it easier for others to walk through the hallway freely. He looked down at the orange flier in his hand, flipping it over before thrusting it forward to you.

“What’s this?”

“Something I wouldn’t be caught dead at.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow as he briefly read the sheet of paper before laughing to himself on the inside, the humor coming across when he spoke. “And you think I would be? Maybe if we dared each other..”

“Good point.” Jonathan grinned at him, it did seem like something the both of them would do. They had been friends before Y/N got friendly with Steve and Nancy. As friendly as the teen could. He was often just a third wheel, a shadow, him and barb would sit around and entertain themselves while the couple went at it. But ever since barb ‘disappeared’ Y/N stopped smiling, he stopping putting in as much effort as he had to appear happy for the others sakes and even with Jonathan he wouldn’t open up or talk about anything so Jonathan did the same.

The long bell rang and it echoed through the halls signaling everyone to get to their next class. Y/N quickly departed off towards Steve who had athletics with him next and Jonathan waited for a moment before continuing down the way he had been, trying to not let the feeling of comfort in each other, what was once all too familiar for them, affect him too much.

“You ready to get schooled Y/N?”

“Not if we’re on the same team dipshit.” Steve slung an arm around the dispirited teen as they walked down the hall towards the gymnasium.

These uniforms were the bane of his existence. This whole class actually. The fabric of the shorts did nothing but hold sweat and when and if someone fell or was pushed while guarding you were sure to rub your skin open on impact with the waxed hard wood floors. The grey shirt was ill fitting and slightly baggy on you while it seemed to cling to Steve as the two of you walked out of the locker room together.

“Dude, you really need to even out that ‘farmers tan’. It’s just getting worse.”

Y/N rubbed his hand up his arm and looked at the stark line where the tan began and your normal skin tone began before staring back at Steve with an unamused expression. “Because Nancy loves those pasty chicken legs of yours so much right?”

“Pasty?! Chicken legs?! Oooh you’re so lucky we’re both shirts today..” Steve jumped up and down, hyping himself up for the game as he thought about what you said, debating staying late after school and using the weight room one of these days.

“Okay, ladies! Enough talking. Get in position.” The PE teacher and Basketball coach stood at the sidelines with a perfectly aired ball in his hand and a whistle in his other other. “Four on four game. I want it clean, or you’ll be doing laps until you throw up after school. All of you.”

Steve took the center and caught the ball as the coach tossed it out, Y/N taking his place next to him. He didn’t like athletics by any means but he wasn’t really given the option to choose his own electives so he decided to make the best of things and try to stay close to Harrington early on. “I’m watching you Harrington.” The coach pointed at him and they locked eyes.

“You need to keep your performance up before the season starts, you hear me?”

“Yes coach!” Steve replied. His face determined in spite of the shirtless blonde from this morning slyly grinning as he stood in as center for the opposing team. ‘He’s going to guard me, I just know it..’ He thought to himself as Y/N shook out his hands beside him, grabbing his attention. He tilted his head slightly and lowered his voice to a whisper.

“Be my distraction okay? Ghost blondie when he comes for me..”

Y/N didn’t visibly react to what he’d said but on the inside he was groaning in annoyance. Steve might be the king of something, the king of starting shit. The blonde looked like his hobbies consisted of lifting weights and winning fist fights and he wanted him to go after him? Fuck.

When the whistle blew Steve immediately went into action and the building echoed with the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor. Two shirts were held guarded in place as Steve faked out the teen and made a shot from the three point line, watching as it went in and one of the skins made a break for it.

“That won’t happen again.”

“Hargrove! Quit making eyes at him and get on the ball!” The coach yelled across the court as his team mate was at an impasse, standing at half court with one of Steve’s team mates behind him and Y/N steadfast in front of him. Eyes locked onto his. “Somebody get this freak off of me!”

“Pass!” As the teen went to make a pass to Tommy Y/N leapt and smacked the ball mid-air across the court, like a volleyball. The two skins quickly shove past him to help Billy obtain the ball before Steve can land another basket and Y/N makes his way behind the blonde. Steve and him make eye contact as he dribbles in place, billy aggressively bouncing himself against his back with full intentions on keeping this asshole from making his shot.

“So I heard they used to call you the king around here huh?” Steve tried to keep his eyes on the man’s hands as he was sure he would go to pick the ball away from him. “I saw that girl with you earlier, do you and the pretty boy share her? Or does she not know about you and him?”

“Why don’t you just shut the hell up and play!”

The moment that Steve let himself get distracted enough to respond Billy wedged his leg between his and swept his feet out to the side, out from under him. Y/N had closed in during their ‘intimidate moment’ and did just as Steve asked. While everyone was distracted by Billy’s foul play he’d secured the ball and had a decent shot lined up. The blonde was between him and the other players and that cheeky smirk he had when their eyes met did something to him. It made his skin itch. A crawling sensation.

“Why don’t you just give me that?” He asked, knees bent in preparation for Y/N to skitter away to somehow get Steve the ball.

“Come get it.” The side of Y/N’s lips curled slightly at the change in Billy’s expression. Eyebrows furrowed as he made a quick step forward just as Y/N jumped to make the shot from here. Either he’d make it or Steve could go in for the save and do a layup. Neither Billy or Y/N was able to watch because the muscular blonde had taken him to the floor. The coach blew his whistle just before the ball went in. He might have let him tripping Steve slide but that was a full contact tackle.

“Now what the hell did I say?! Clean. Game! Do you not know what ‘charging’ is Hargrove?” Billy glared down at the man underneath him who had his eyes clenched shut. He was scared. The pain in the back of his head from it hitting the wood floor coupled with the blow of the whistle had his ears ringing. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes, coach. It won’t happen again.” He muttered as he raised up off the floor, reaching his arm down as Y/N opened his eyes. “Get the hell up then.” He took the hand and gathered himself off the floor with his help, rubbing the back of his sweaty head with his free hand before Billy pulled him in close, face inches from his.

“You. Are. Dead.” Something seemed to flash in those blue eyes. They were dilated and moving rapidly as if he was trying to read Y/N’s aloof expression before he shoved him away and retreated to wait for Y/N to get his free throw in. As pretty as they had been, they looked..predatory.

Y/N managed to weasel not just a nurse note for himself but after complaining that he was dizzy and lightheaded the coach wrote Steve one too. As they showered Y/N told Harrington what billy had said and explained that it was why he wanted to avoid the inevitable conflict for as long as possible.

“So what? You bruised the guy’s obviously huge ego. He isn’t going to actually kill you.” Steve commented as he shampooed his mass of sweaty hair.

“You didn’t see his eyes Steve..”

“Y/N. If I let every little death stare effect me do you think I would hang out with you? You look scary as hell all the time.” We don’t hang out..not anymore.

“Whatever. You got me into this so take some accountability.” Y/N rinsed the soap off of himself before cutting the faucet off and walking to the wall that the white towels hung lined up on hooks, drying himself off as quick as possible.

“I said ghost him! Not tussle with him on the floor!” Steve hollered, eyes closed to keep the soap from running into them being unaware of where Y/N was in the room. Either way it echoed loudly in the tile covered room and Y/N held his damp head, debating on actually going to the nurse to get a couple Tylenol or get the cigarette he was craving in while the majority of students and staff were busying themselves in the lunch room.

“Just..hurry up…”

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Slinging his books into his locker next to Nancy’s as Steve filled her in on why he was limping slightly when she caught them in the hallway. Why he wasn’t at lunch, she chastised him for not forcing you to both the nurses and the front office.

“You’ve got to be kidding me Steve!” She lowered her voice a bit before continuing. “Death threats aren’t a joke..”

Steve held up his hands in a shrug. “You try to make him do something, it happened to him after all.”

“Yeah, because of you.” Y/N mumbled as they started to walk through the hall together towards their destination of the student parking lot, as soon as they cleared the doors Y/N dug his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and lit one causing Steve to hold his nose and wave his hand through the billowing smoke.

“Say something Harrington. I dare you.”

Steve just sped up a head of you and Nancy and pointed at him, “See, scary!”

Y/N looked from Steve’s red car over towards the blue Camaro still parked where it had been and he felt his heart race quicken as Steve reached the car way before them, opening the passengers door in advance for Nancy as a gentlemanly gesture that made her smile sweetly. Steve was an idiot, maybe. But he was her idiot.

Just as Nancy reached the open door and readied herself to get in Y/N yelped, the cigarette in his mouth falling onto his collarbone and tumbling down after leaving its mark as Hargrove had a fist full of his hair, pulling his head back as he pressed against the back of him. “You two hiding from me? Where’d that energy from the game go?” He smiled as he peered down at Y/N and then at Steve and Nancy.

“Let him go!”

“Or what?” Billy replied to Nancy as she took a step forward. “So I was right huh? Y’all are all a ‘thing’?” Nancy scrunched up her face in confusion and went to take another step forward but Steve’s outstretched arm prevented her.

“Look man, I’m sorry for earlier. It wa—“

“H-ha..Steve just shut up and go, okay?” Y/N couldn’t look at them with Billy roughing yanking his back every time he tried to straighten back up but he could imagine the dumbfounded look Steve had on his face.

“Um, no?”

“Listen to your boy toy Harrington, the lady isn’t going to want to see this.” He rested his head against yours as he spoke and you could smell his cologne wafting off his denim jacket. A few students had stopped on their way to their cars to spectate and Steve looked around at them nervously. He couldn’t fight him, not in front of all these people. Not in front of Nancy. He couldn’t lose in front of her.

“My dad is a fucking cop and I’d you don’t think I’ll have him at your house so quick you’re dead wrong!” Nancy shouted at him, shoving Steve’s arm out of her way. Glaring him down as she threw her bluff his way.

Billy swayed slightly as if thinking what she said over before sliding his arm around the front of the man he was holding to loop his arm around his neck, planning to choke him out.

“I’m not..scared of you…”

Billy loosened his grip slightly and looked down at Y/N who had his eyes closed, he hadn’t even raised his hands up to try and get Billy off of him. “What’d you say?”

“I said—I’m not scared of you Billy..” Y/N tried to speak but occasionally the man would tense up around his throat and he’d have to croak the words out, that was until Billy scoffed and released him before using both hands to shove him as hard as he could into Steve’s car causing a tiny dent in the side of it.

“You should be.”

Y/N stayed down on the ground after lifting himself up slightly, holding sore his neck. “Well I’m not!”

Billy turned to walk away, intent on leaving Maxine there if he didn’t show in the next minute or so. “I feel bad for you!” That stopped him. His breathing quickened as he spun back around and looked on enraged as Nancy helped Y/N off of the ground.

“I feel really, really bad for you Billy. Seriously, get help…” Before they gave Billy enough time to decide to charge back over Y/N climbed in the backseat and Nancy took her spot in the passengers side as Steve scrambled to get in the car and drive away, truly the most shaken up out of the three of them.

“That guy is fucking crazy..And you!” He looked over at Nancy as he pulled out of the parking lot before getting his eyes back on the road. “Your dad isn’t a cop!”

Nancy simply shrugged and looked out the window at the denim clad, blonde man still standing in the lot where they left him.

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harrington-love · 11 months

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Steve and Nancy's story is complex and beautiful...and not everyone will understand it.

I pity the people who cannot, or refuse, to see the beauty in Steve and Nancy’s story. A story about how trauma impacts your relationships and the way in which you cope with traumatic events. A story about how in the beginning, these two teenagers were not compatible but attempted to make their relationship work, only for the shame, guilt, and blame to take over and rupture the relationship. A story about how it is crucial to acknowledge and understand your partner's pain, and be their support, their rock, their shoulder to cry on.

It is a story about a teenage boy’s fall from popularity, and finding his true self as a friend, a protector, a lover. A story about a teenage girl working to make something of herself, to establish an identity that is purely hers. A story about a teenage boy who works to rectify his past mistakes, and learns to give himself grace for being a human. A story about a girl being true to herself, trusting her gut, and believing in her capabilities without bending to everyone else's expectations of who she should be. A story about a boy who's love for a girl was so strong that it helped him change into a person she could trust and depend on. A story of a girl who sees this boy in a new light, and thinks maybe, just maybe, he can offer her a future of partnership, adventure, and love.

It is a story about how these two teenagers have worked to grow and heal (and how they will continue to grow and heal), and are in a better place now where they can be what the other needs in time. A story about a second chance at love, now that they are both in a better place to love the other. They're not perfect. They never were. Healing and growth are not linear. They will always have their faults, their flaws, and like everyone else, they'll hit rough patches along the way. The difference between Steve and Nancy then and Steve and Nancy now is how they handle the hard times, together. How they face them, together.

And the audience can see how Steve has changed, from a boy who was apprehensive of Nancy's drive to get justice for Barb, to a man who trusted her investigative instincts, offered to join her on her exploration, and told her to be careful. From a teenager who utilized avoidance as a coping mechanism, whose "go with the flow" attitude was a mask to hide his pain, to a man who confidently told Nancy that she is what he's always wanted. There was no avoidance. No shame. No fear. There was simply a boy, who has changed, telling the girl he loves that she is it for him.

And the audience can see how Nancy has changed, too, from a girl who pushed a boy away because his presence was a painful reminder of what, rather who she lost, to a woman who is slowly, slowly, learning that this boy is good, and he is safe. She welcomes him back into her life with ease. From a girl who held this boy at gunpoint because she did not want him involved, to a woman who includes him, and trusts him when he volunteers himself in the face of danger, and defends him because he is someone worth defending.

To truly understand Steve and Nancy's story, you have to be willing to see their growth. You have to be willing to acknowledge change and believe characters can and do change. You have to accept that they did change. And therein lies the problem. Many, many people are purposely choosing to ignore their growth, because it does not fit their version of what they want or think should happen. Many people do not trust or believe that these characters know what they want, or know what's best for them. You have to be able to see and accept who they are now, as opposed to who they once were. How their views have changed. Their morals. Their personalities. Their wants, needs, hopes, and dreams. If you're still holding onto who Steve and Nancy were in the earlier seasons, then you are closing yourself off to any potential understanding of who they are now. If you are intentionally misconstruing what these characters say to fit your own narrative, then you are choosing to believe you know these characters better than they know themselves. If you are perfectly content with misunderstanding their relationship and refusing to acknowledge their growth, then you will miss out on not only a delicate and beautiful relationship, but also a lesson: Second chances happen. And sometimes, people do find their way back to each other.

I don't know what season five will bring. I don’t know if we’ll get a happy ending to their story.

But I do know one thing. I pity the people who willfully choose to ignore a beautiful story about two people finding their way back to each other. That is real life. That is love. It's not always simple or easy. Second chances happen every single day. And how beautiful it is for us to witness the rekindling of two ex-lovers. That is Steve and Nancy's story.

#steve harrington #nancy wheeler #stancy #steve harrington x nancy wheeler #stranger things #steve x nancy #pro stancy #stancy endgame #stranger things netflix #stranger thing s4 #stranger things s5 #and before anyone tells me this is a shit take #i want y'all to know i am quite literally studying relationships in my master's program #i conceptualize them based on data and evidence #so do with that what you will #and don't be shitty to people who love this relationship #just because you can't understand it doesn't mean everyone else is wrong #i would be open to talking more about their relationship #but i don't trust that people would approach this with curiosity and an open mind #because this fandom is known to be hostile and quite actually assholes to people who like steve and nancy's relationship #and if you take a look outside of tumblr or twitter #you'll find a lot of people who like this relationship...are all adults #so again...do with that what you will

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vneuns · 2 years

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𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲

PAIRING — eddie munson x afab!reader

WORD COUNT — 2.4k

SUMMARY — Y/n and Steve dated after him and Nancy broke up and everyone assumed they dated while the two high school sweethearts were still together. So after so much Y/n decides to speak up at Prom telling all her fellow peers what happened

NOTE(S) — this is super shitty, and no I’m not just saying that so read at your own risk lmao don’t say I didn’t warn you.. but if you somehow ACTUALLY enjoy this please please lmk you thoughts <3

walking in the halls of hawkins high had never made you feel unsafe until now. the looks and the whispers made you feel smaller than ever before. at one point you ran this school, you had people at your feet but people find out you and Mr. Popular dated around the same time him and Ms. Goody two shoes broke up; all of a sudden it was as if you had some sort of cheese touch and people couldn’t help but keep their distance.

you’d been labeled the school home wrecker.

coming up on your locker you noticed the word SLUT in big red spray painted words across it though it was spelled more like ZLUT, and couldn’t help but shake your head. oh how this was getting fucking old.

standing in front of the dark blue locker you took in the work. as if you were admiring it in a museum. a few snorts and giggles were heard behind you but you ignored them, just taking in the fact that someone wasted half a can on spray paint graffitiing your locker.

loser. you rolled your eyes beginning to turn the lock to put your backpack inside when a body appeared next to you.

speaking of losers. “They need to get something original. and maybe learn to spell while they’re at it.” Eddie sighed taking in the work as you once did that was on your locker door. after placing your backpack inside the small space and taking out your books for your next few classes you slammed the door closed turning towards the brunette.

“Yeah well what’d you expect, half of them failed a few times.” Eddie pouted at you at the mention of failing. “But you know how to spell! That’s something you have over them.”

“M’lady,” Your best friend holds up a brown paper bag handing it to you as you throw your head back in ecstasy a small moan leaving your pillowy lips. Putting your hand inside you grabbed the blueberry bagel from the bottom of the bag from you and Ed’s favorite bagel and donut place.

It’s where the two of you had met after he saw you looking over a sheet of music, because conveniently his band was also looking for a lead singer at the time. Of course you were skeptical at first but he offered for you to sit in on a practice and you saw how good they were.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You stood slightly on your tiptoes placing multiple kisses on his cheek in between each word as you kept walking.

taking a bite of your muffin you hadn’t realized the slight blush that had taken over Eddie’s face. it was normal small kisses here and there but it wasn’t until recently that eddie realized that the more he tried pushing down his feelings for you the more he fell in love.

“i’m dreading going to this class.” your voice came out muffled from the big bite of the muffin you had taken. eddie smiled wiping off a bit of crumbs from the inner corner of your mouth before replying.

“just a few more months.”

****

“Y/n L/n and Eddie Munson please report to the principles office.” Curiously you turned towards Eddie who just shrugged his shoulders as the two of you grabbed your things before making your way towards the front office.

It was only fifth period what the hell could the two of have done within the span of a few hours.

“Maybe they called us down to tell us we can graduate early.” you questioned the second the two of you were out of the door and making a left turn towards your doom.

“Pfft, yeah right.”

—

“Ms. L/n, Mr. Munson.” Your principle nodded at you both signaling for you to take a seat across from her at her desk. Cautiously you both took a seat looking around as if there was some kind of prank about to be pulled on the two of you. This caused her to laugh.

“Don’t worry nothings wrong, neither of you are in trouble or anything of the sorts; But let me be the first to apologize for everything that’s happened as of late.” Her head turn towards you bowing her head slightly.

“But as the two of you know Prom is approaching and approaching fast, you may or may not have heard about the recent incident with our last band and the.. rat infestation where they must practice so we’ve been looking for a new one.” Eddie’s eyes turn towards you out of the corner of your eye a slight smirk on his face.

“And what does this have to do with us?” He leans forward slightly as if your principle is about to spill the biggest secret of the year.

“Well.. we were hoping your band would preform for us at prom,”

“Do you even know our bands—“

“We’ll do it!” you cut Eddie off before he can ruin this once and a lifetime opportunity for the both of you.

“What?”

“Yay! You can talk to Ms. Dickinson about all the details as far as payment and everything else.” Before either of you can react she’s rushing you both out of her office before you can change your mind and slamming the door in your faces.

Looking up you meet the eyes of your best friend who has a single eyebrow raised and his arms crossed. “You better know what the hell you’re doing L/n.”

The weeks leading up to prom were stressful.. to say the least. Every waking moment you had that you hadn’t spent practicing your songs with the band, you spent writing one you had planned to perform before the prom queen and king were announced. You barely slept, barely ate, barely did any of life’s necessary activities to live because you were planning on making history for the class of ‘86.

Making sure the last finishing touches of your hair and makeup were done you stood in the mirror looking over your outfit one last time.

You were wearing a leather black skirt, with a pair of high top black converse, fishnets, and and one sleeve black crop top with a leather belt that sat right under your chest.

“Y/n Eddie’s here!” Your mother called from downstairs and with that you picked up your clutch from off your dresser before making your way downstairs to meet your date best friend.

“You clean up nicely Munson.” You compliment the boy who was waiting for you at the end of the stairs his body clad in a pair of black jeans, a black leather jacket, and his signature white and black Hellfire shirt.

“You’re one to talk.” He throws back putting his hand out when you made it to the last step, pulling you into him he placed a small kiss on your head whispering something only for you to hear. Cheeks heating slightly at the compliment before shaking your head and getting ready to take pictures.

After loads of picture taking, and a lesson on safe sex.. for whatever reason the two of you were finally off to your last prom.

“Drive safe and call me if you’re gonna be out later.” Your mother called as you made your way to Eddie’s van. Giving her a thumbs up, you climbed in the front seat after Eddie opened your door, smiling internally to yourself when you realized your seat was still just the way you liked it.

Once he was sure you were inside and had your seatbelt on he made his way around the car getting in as well.

“Ready to change Prom history forever?” your best friend questioned as he pulled out of garage and onto the street looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Nervous…”

After having to stop behind a few cars at a red light, Eddie turned towards you grabbing your chin forcing you to look at him.

“You’re gonna do great and everyone gonna love you, and if they don’t i’ll personally beat them up.” Your cheeks heated up at the sentiment turning towards the window after the light turned green.

“Are you blushing?” the brunette next to you asked a teasing tone on his voice as he pulled off after the car in front of him.

“Shut up..” you grumbled. Within seconds you felt a hand resting on your exposed thigh.

“That’s alright.. atleast now I can say i made THE y/n blush with one simple sentence” he chuckled just shaking his head. By the time you two arrived the party hash already started. Of course there was the occasional side eye glance from people who obviously had nothing better to do with their life but other then that you had an amazing time.

After singing all the songs you had originally planned to play now it was time to play the song that would hopefully change “Prom history”.

“Now before we announce our Prom king & queen we have a special performance.. so without further or do would you give a warm welcome to y/n y/l/n and Eddie Munson!” Your principal said enthusiastically a hint of nervousness hidden in her voice. Their were a few claps from the people in the audience but not too many.. ya know given your reputation. But despite that you walked out Eddie following close behind with a grin on both of your faces.

“Hello everyone,” Your eyes scanned the crowd bored expressions on all of their faces. Shaking your head you pulled the mic stand down just a tad so it was right below your lips before continuing.

“So as some of you may know a little while ago I was labeled the school slut,” a teacher off to the side of the stage coughed but you ignored it before continuing.

“because rumors were spread I dated a guy while he was still in a relationship, .” A few students whispered amongst themselves as your eyes trailed from looking between Steve who was with some girl with a wavy bob and Nancy who was stood next to Jonathan biting at her nails.

“Except that actually isn’t true.. I wrote this song explaining how it actually went down.” The lights dimmed as a spotlight went on you and Eddie began to play the first note.

“I said i wanted thin mints.. you said you knew a guy.” a faint smile appeared on your face at the mention of that one fateful night you and steve had gotten the munchies and wanted the chocolate covered minty cookies.

“You showed up with a boom box and stars in your eyes, Who knew cuddling on a trampoline could be so reckless, We bonded over black eye peas and complicated exes..”

Peeking just over your lashes you could see your peers whispering amongst themselves a few looking over at the once very iconic couple standing towards the back of the crowd on opposite sides.

Just as the chorus began to play you pulled the mic from its place on the microphone stand taking a step backwards as you met Eddie in the middle. A goofy smile on your lips as he stuck out his tongue trying to get you to smile and doing so successfully.

“Now I’m a home-wrecker, i’m a slut I got death threats filling up semi trucks, Tell me who I am because i don’t have a choice.. all because i liked a-“

By the end of your three minute song the crowd had seemingly caught on to the lyrics and were singing along to the chorus.

The room grew quiet as the song neared it’s end, the mic was back on its stand and Eddie was back in his original position taking long gulps from the water bottle being as that he no longer had to play.

“When everything went down we’d already broken up, Please tell me who I am.. Guess i don’t have a choice, All because I liked a boy…. A boy, A boy, All because I liked a boy.”

And for the first time in a while there were smiles directed towards you.. from the people who had been looking down on you for months. Then it was as if everything went in slow motion when the back track finally ended and applause’s and cheers were heard.

Eddie threw his guitar to his back as he made his way to stand next to you, taking your hand in his as the two of you took a bow. Taking in the cheers for a second Eddie pulled you into his side with a quick kiss on the side of your head before leaning into the microphone before the two of you left stage.

“Thank you all so much for letting us perform for you tonight, we are Corroded Coffin.” And with that Eddie was pulling you off stage.

Seeming to have come out of your state of shock when you were off stage you grabbed Eddie’s other hand jumping up and down out of excitement, chuckling the brunette just watched you with a grin on his face.

“Oh my god- i can’t- we just, OH MY GOD!”

“Hey hey! Shhh.” Eddie whispered pulling you into his warm sweat clad body listening intently as you spoke muffled words of excitement into his chest.

“You were amazing out there.” Your best friend told you after pulling away his hands on your elbows keeping you just close enough to still be able to spell your strawberry pound cake perfume. As much of a stubborn hard ass as you were, boy did you wear that scent religiously.

“WE were amazing out there.” You corrected a soft smile playing on your lips the adrenaline still rushing through your bones. An in that moment Eddie knew he couldn’t continue to push down his feelings for you. As much as you were his best friend you were the love of his life and he wouldn’t change that for the world.

Without anymore hesitation Eddie pulled you back towards him again but this time one hand was on the side of your cheek the other resting on your hip bone his thumb softly caressing the exposed skin above your skirt. “Wha-,” before you could question his motive his lips were moving against yours.

The kiss had caught you by surprise but after a moment your arms were around your best friends neck leaning more deeply into the kiss.

“… King & Queen, Eddie Munson and Y/n Y/l/n”

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