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captainmarvels · 5 years

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where I lay down

Summary: Steve has one year left to get you to talk to him, and he doesn’t realize how much he loves the game until you let him win.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Steve Appreciation Week Day 7 Prompt: Song lyrics - “Living love in slow motion” - 18 by One Direction

Word Count: 2032

A/N: My final entry for Steve Appreciation Week! I loved writing for one of my favorite characters, and thank you to everyone who read my pieces! Hope y’all enjoy this last one x

It was the first day of senior year, and the last thing on Steve’s mind was love.

This year was his last at Hawkins before moving on to bigger and brighter things - hopefully outside of Indiana - and he wasn’t going to let anything distract him from the ultimate dream: graduation.

Glancing down at the note in his hand, he made his way to his first class of the day - English Lit.

Name tags were on each desk, and Steve wandered around the room trying to find his. Finally finding it on a desk in the back, close to the windows, he dropped his books on top of the laminate and sat down.

Glancing to his right, he saw a familiar face sitting next to him.

“Funny finding you here,” He whispered, his eyes concentrating on the writing across the chalkboard.

You snorted, saying nothing.

“We’re doing this again?” He looked over at you, grinning cheekily as you kept looking straight ahead, avoiding his gaze.

Ever since freshman year, you and Steve shared one class together, without fail. And somehow, you always ended up sitting next to each other, at one point or another.

Every single time, Steve would try to provoke a response out of you, but you refused to give in.

You knew “King” Steve, and you weren’t really up for his distracting antics during class. Thus, you never responded to his questions or whispered commentary during class discussions.

Steve had made it a goal of his to get you to answer him at least once before graduation, and he was reminded of that as he settled back into his seat as the final bell rang.

Game on.

Just before the bell was supposed to ring, Steve slipped you a note, his gaze concentrated on the teacher’s lecture. Eyebrows raised in confusion, you flipped the scrap piece of paper open, keeping a straight face as you read his chicken scratch handwriting.

Shall we make a bet out of this ‘not answering me’ charade of yours?

If I get so much as a LAUGH out of you, you have to come to one of my house parties. I need you to have a life out of school, dude. Deal?

As the bell started to ring, you scrawled your answer on the back of the paper, tossing it on Steve’s desk without a second glance.

He picked it up and read your reply, a wide smile dawning on his lips as he made his way out of the room, tucking the piece of paper in his pocket.

Game on, Harrington.

Steve made sure to get to class ten minutes before the bell, giving himself an ample amount of time to try and get a reaction out of you before class began.

And every day, without fail, you managed to keep a straight face and wired shut lips, your eyes not even sneaking a glance at the ever-frustrated Steve falling back in his seat in defeat.

“How long can you keep this up?” He whispered to you, his eyes watching the teacher as they paced back and forth in the front of the room. He glanced over, and saw you were diligently doing your work, your eyes following the glide of your hand across the paper.

Shaking his head, he turned back to his own worksheet, an unstoppable smile spreading across his lips as he got to writing.

It was February now, and Steve still had no luck when it came to you.

Friday was Valentine’s Day, and that’s when an idea struck Steve.

Valentines.

Enlisting Dustin’s help, the two of them spent the whole night bringing Steve’s idea to life. All that was left was making sure it got you to laugh.

The clock struck 7:45, and the first warning bell rang out in the halls. Making his way to the classroom, Steve pulled out the green envelope that had your name written across it.

Setting it on your desk, he dropped his books on his desk and headed out to the bathroom.

You walked in, handing in your homework to your teacher before moving on to your desk. Noticing the green envelope from afar, you glanced around the room, looking to see where Steve was.

Not here. Weird.

Placing your books on the desk, you pulled out the card nestled inside the envelope. You glanced up to see if Steve had walked in, but still, nothing.

On the front of the card was a pink dinosaur, smiling while surrounded by a bunch of doodled hearts. Opening it up, you found another version of the dinosaur holding a sign. It read “I’m en-Raptored by you!”.

You bit your tongue back as you smiled at the Valentine’s card, shaking your head as you slipped it back inside the envelope.

Right then, Steve walked back into the room, and spotted the green stationary in your hand. He dashed across the room, almost tripping over his own two feet trying to get to his desk.

You looked over at him, smiling dissipating as he met your gaze.

“Please tell me you didn’t open it yet,” he said, eyes wide as he waited for you to answer.

You said nothing as you merely opened up one of your books, and slipped the envelope in.

“Seriously? Nothing?” He groaned in frustration, the ringing bell drowning out his anguish as you turned back to face the board, trying your best to fight back the smile threatening to take over.

So close.

Graduation was only a couple weeks away, and Steve was getting nowhere with you.

Every day, he showed up to class with a few jokes up his sleeve, and yet, nothing.

At one point he questioned if you had a heart and a soul, which still earned him no response.

As he grew more and more desperate, you began to wonder if it was time to end his torment.

After all, it had been four years. Graduation was only weeks away, and you figured maybe it was time to make good use of Steve’s bet.

Another Friday morning, and Steve was about thirty seconds away from giving up.

But just one more time. It’s all or nothing, Steve thought to himself as he saw you walk in. Sitting up straighter in his seat, he ran a hand through his hair, focusing his gaze on the chalkboard as you took your seat next to him.

“Never seen you come in so close to the bell - you pick up some new friends at the bookstore last night?”

“No, but I’m sure you could do with some.” As Steve’s jaw dropped at hearing you fire back at him, you didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your facial expressions as he laughed, shaking his head.

“I thought I’d be dead before I heard you talk to me!”

“When’s the party, Harrington? I need to get this over with,” You were focused on your planner, but you could feel Steve staring at you.

“You being serious? You’ll actually do it?”

You glanced over at him and nodded, smiling as you heard him congratulate himself on succeeding.

“My place, 9:30pm, tomorrow night. Solid?”

“Yeah.”

The last thing on Steve’s mind as graduation loomed overhead was love.

And yet here he was, anxiously waiting on the edge of his seat for you to show up at the party.

The music was blaring, people were drinking, and all he could think about was how elated he was that he’d finally gotten something out of you. A smile and a sarcastic remark, all in one.

How lucky was he.

After all this time, and he’d finally won. Steve was still a little hazy as to why this made him feel so… content, but he pushed away the thought as he downed the last of his drink.

As he set down his cup, he heard the doorbell ring.

Everything around him seemed to freeze in motion as he made his way to the door, his heartbeat loud in his ears.

On the other side of the door, he found you with a twelve pack of beer in one hand, a bag of chips in the other, and a flower tucked behind your ear.

“I come bearing gifts for King Steve,” You said loudly, gently shoving the twelve pack into Steve’s grasp as you walked into the foyer.

“You know me so well!” He said, rushing to catch up to you as you threaded your way through the loud crowd of drunken classmates.

Propping yourself up on the kitchen island, you watched as Steve put away the beer in a cooler, his cheeks flushed red from the rising temperature of the growing crowd.

“C’mere,” He shouted over the loud music, taking your hand in his.

You didn’t protest, following him up the stairs, his grip tight as he tried not to lose you.

He pulled you into his bedroom, and for a moment, you almost started to panic.

“Harrington, what’re we doing-”

“Here,” He pointed to the window opposite you. “Figured if we were finally gonna talk, we might as well do it where we can hear each other,”

Steve opened the window and stuck his leg out, gathering balance before sticking his hand out to you.

“You scared of sitting on the roof or what?” You shook your head now, and took his hand.

Leaning right up against the ledge of his window, you finally sat down next to Steve, and handed him the bag of chips you had been holding this whole time.

“Is this my prize for winning the bet?” He asked, grinning when you rolled your eyes.

“Your prize for winning was me coming to this party, Harrington. The chips are my way of coping with the fact that I’m actually here now,”

As the two of you each took a handful out of the bag and looked up at the starry night sky, your mind couldn’t help but wonder why Steve was so adamant about talking to you.

After all, it wasn’t like you’d ever said or done anything that could’ve piqued his interest.

Dropping the last chip in his mouth, Steve dusted off his hands on the sides of his jeans.

“You wanna know something?” he asked, his eyes still star gazing.

“Sure,” You replied, poking a finger at the remaining chips in your palm.

“I can’t believe it took me almost seven months to get a smile out of you,” he chuckled softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he dropped his gaze from the sky. “I don’t even know why I cared so much,” he whispered, running a hand through his hair.

“Because you just had to win, Steve,” You mumbled, laughing gently as you hugged your knees to your chest, resting your head on top.

“It’s… it can’t be just that though, can it?” Steve sighed, brushing back a stray piece of hair off his cheek.

“Well, what else could it be?”

You looked over at him, and he looked at you, and for a brief moment, everything around you; the sounds of drunk teenagers, insects, and blaring music ceased to exist as you looked at one another.

As if you were mesmerized by each other.

Without hesitation, you both leaned in, your eyes still focused on one another’s; Steve’s breath mixing with yours as your foreheads met, barely touching.

“Living love in slow motion, are we?” You whispered breathlessly, your lips brushing against Steve’s as he laughed.

“Let me kiss you already,” He retorted, not letting you answer him as he finally pressed his lips against yours, his hands suddenly pressed to your cheeks, your hand resting on his chest.

You break away first, cheeks flushed with heat as you tried to catch your breath.

“By the way… you won in February. I… I just didn’t say anything because I thought you’d get bored of me,” You shrugged your shoulders, dropping your gaze from Steve’s as he just tilted his head.

“I could never get bored of you, sweetheart,” He said, cupping your cheek gingerly as he leaned in and gave you another kiss. “After all, the night is still wide open.”

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bucky-of-the-opera · 5 years

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Mother (Part 1)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: The story of how Steve met Y/N.

Warnings: slight smut

Word Count: 1,269

A/N: Steve Week Day 4: Crossover. Stranger Things meets How I Met your Mother. Characters are of legal drinking age since HIMYM basically takes place in a bar.

“All right, Harrington. Are you ready to play our favorite game?” Robin asked.

“And which game is that again?”

Robin smirked. “Have you met Steve?”

“No,” Steve said almost immediately. “The last time we played ‘Have you met Steve?’ I ended up with a drink thrown in my face.”

“Yes, but today is a new day, my young Padawan.”

“Okay, seriously, you have to at least try to stop with the Star Wars references.”

Robin raised her drink. “Do, or do not. There is no try.” Steve groaned as she downed her drink. Robin turned to you, tapping your shoulder. “Hi! Have you met Steve?”

“Um, no I haven’t,” you said to the brunette. You looked over at the guy she was talking about. “Hi Steve. I’m Y/N.”

Robin slipped away, causing Steve to roll his eyes. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. My friend over there was just playing a dumb game. You can go back to whoever you’re here with.”

“I’m actually here by myself. I just moved to Manhattan, so I don’t really know anyone yet.”

Steve slid onto the stool next to you. “Well then Y/N, can I buy you a drink?”

***

The pounding on the door woke Steve from his slumber. He groaned, rolling onto his stomach.

“Go away!”

“Not until you tell me what happened last night!” Robin shouted from the other side of the door.

Steve continued to ignore her, but minutes later Robin was leaning over him.

“What the hell!?” he shouted. “I didn’t even hear the door open.” He walked past her. “And it’s still locked! How did you get in here?”

Robin scoffed. “Please.”

“You’re terrifying sometimes. You know that, right?”

“Thank you. Now, tell me everything. You’re sad love life is my only form of entertainment since Game of Thrones ended.”

Steve sighed. “If you must know, nothing really happened.”

“Ouch, a swing and a miss.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say that exactly.”

Robin’s ears perked up. “Oh? Do tell.”

He looked at the floor, trying to hide his smile. “I don’t know, we hit it off pretty well. Had a few drinks. Talked about random stuff. And then she gave me her number and told me to text her sometime.”

Robin clutched her chest. “Oh, my baby boy’s all grown up.”

Steve rolled his eyes, still smiling as he left his bedroom in search for breakfast.

Jonathan and Nancy were sitting on the couch, feeding each other pancakes. Ever since they got engaged, they had become insufferable. They were in a constant Honeymoon phase that was disturbing for anyone else to witness.

Steve walked into the kitchen with Robin trailing behind.

“So, are you going to see her again?” Robin asked.

“I was actually gonna text her after breakfast.”

“Woah, slow down there cowboy. You met this girl last night. You can’t text her the morning after. You’ll send off some super creepy vibes,” Robin said as she stole one of Steve’s pancakes when his back was turned.

“Well, that’s your opinion,” he said.

Nancy had overheard the conversation between Steve and Robin, and made her way into the kitchen.

“Robin’s right,” Nancy said. “It hasn’t even been a full day since you last saw her. You’ll come across as clingy.”

“Jonathan was clingy when you first met,” Steve said.

“But we met in college and lived down the hall from one another. It’s not like we could avoid each other,” Nancy responded.

Jonathan strolled over when he heard his name mentioned. “I think it’s sweet to text the next day,” he said. Nancy and Robin turned to stare at him. Jonathan shrugged his shoulders. “Steve and I can’t help it. We’re hopeless romantics, unlike you two.”

“It’s settled then. I’m texting her,” Steve said, taking his phone out of his pocket.

Robin shook her head. “It’s your funeral.”

Steve typed out an invite to lunch and sent the message, but after several hours came and went, there was no response.

“Sorry, Steve,” Nancy said as she flipped on the TV.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter. There’s plenty of other girls in New York.”

Nancy patted Steve’s shoulder. “Hey, this’ll cheer you up,” she said, pointing at the TV. “A dog just stopped a robbery at the convenience store a few blocks from here. Oh look, he’s being interviewed!”

Steve glanced up at the TV to see your face on the screen beside the dog. “That’s her!” he shouted.

“That’s who?” Nancy asked.

“Y/N!”

“She’s a news reporter?”

“Yeah, I remember her mentioning it last night. Something about having to do the cutesy-type stories until she gets promoted.” Steve’s eyes widened. “Wait, you said this was a few blocks from here?”

“Yeah, that little store next to the pizza place we always go to.”

Steve jumped off the couch, grabbed his keys, and sprinted out the door. He pushed past all the people on the sidewalk until he finally arrived at the store.

Your eyes locked with his as he came inside. Steve waved, making you smile.

After you had finished your segment, you turned to your crew. “I’ll see you guys back at the station.”

Steve came up to you, his hands in his jacket pockets.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

“Oh, I just wanted to see the dog that saved the day. Thought maybe he could sign something for me.”

“You’re out of luck; Pickles isn’t giving out any autographs today.”

Steve clicked his tongue. “Darn, that’s too bad.”

You giggled. “What are you really doing here?”

“I wanted to see you again. I texted you this morning, and I thought I blew it by coming off as too clingy. I mean, Nancy and Robin said I should’ve waited to text you, but Jonathan told me to go for it. But then I saw you on the news and—”

You put your hand up to stop him. “Take a breath, Steve.”

“Right. Sorry.” He scratched his head and released a deep breath. “Do you want to go to lunch with me? Actually, I guess it would be dinner at this point.”

You beamed at him. “I’d love to.”

***

“And that, kids, is how I met your mother,” Steve said to your twin babies who had fallen asleep in his arms during the story.

“You know they can’t understand you yet, right?” you chuckled, leaning against the door frame.

Steve smiled up at you. “I know. I’ll just have to tell them again when they’re older.” He laid both babies in their respective cribs and slowly closed the door, following you out of the room.

You intertwined your fingers with his as you dragged him into your shared bedroom and pulled him down onto the bed. Steve was hovering over top of you, your hands resting on his shoulders.

“When they’re older, and you tell them about our first date, you should probably leave out the bit at the end,” you told him.

“Do you mean this part?” Steve pressed a slow kiss to your lips before pulling away. “Or this?” He trailed more kisses across your jaw towards you ear to whisper into it. “Or what about this?” He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand while the other hand wrapped your leg around his hip.

“Steve…” you whispered, before he collided his lips with yours once more.

He released you momentarily to undress himself as you stared up at him.

“Definitely do not tell them about any of this part.”

He chuckled before hovering over you once more, speaking softly against your lips. “As you wish, Mrs. Harrington.”

Part 2

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mrs-steve-harrington · 5 years

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Steve Harrington Appreciation Week

-- Day 5: Cool Steve

#dailyharrington #steveweek2019 #steve harrington #dustin henderson #stranger things #I really hope people like these #because I do #like a lot #he's basically always cool #even when he's being a dork #i worked so hard on these guys #my gif edit #mine

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gr-ogu · 5 years

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Steve Week 2019 ✿ Day 7: favourite quote (said by steve)

#dailyharrington #steveweek2019 #dailystrangerthings #strangerthingsedit #tvstrangerthings #steve harrington #stranger things #*#eggogorgon #mikesmom #userelhoppers #scooptroops #calpurnias #tusercolleen #ericasinclairs #nessa007 #usershaysh #userluce #i have a lot of fave quotes from him but this one is underrated

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nataliadycr · 5 years

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Steve Harrington Appreciation Week ⌞ Day 4: Steve, Bruised and Battered

#steve harrington #stranger things #steveharringtonedit #strangerthingsedit #steveweek2019 #*

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viktorhargreves · 5 years

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STEVE HARRINGTON APPRECIATION WEEK day one: the moment you began to love steve harrington

#dailystrangerthings #dailyharrington #steve harrington #steveharringtonedit #steveweek2019 #strangerthingsedit #stranger things #shows #mine #mine:gifs

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fictionalcharacterappreciation · 5 years

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Steve Week, Day Two: Dynamics

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Dustin Henderson (Platonic)

Warning: Language

Summary: Steve and Dustin hangout in Dustin’s basement.

A/N: Submission for Steve Harrington Week, Day 2: Dynamics

“Dude! Come on!”

Dustin slams down his controller as Steve smirks on the couch next to him. Steve and Dustin were at Dustin’s house in the basement playing video games, like they do every Saturday. Steve puts his hands behind his head and leans back into the couch, staring at Dustin.

“It’s okay, nobody expects you to beat the master,” Steve says with confidence.

“That’s the first time you’ve ever won.”

“Well…yeah…but…I’ll keep winning from now on.”

Dustin gives him a look, just then they hear the doorbell.

Steve stares at the door and slowly leans forward. He turns to Dustin and stares at him with a confused look.

“Who’s that?”

Dustin smiles at him in return. Mrs. Henderson closes the door and calls down to them.

“Dustin! Pizza’s here!”

“Oh hell yes! You’re a lifesaver Henderson.” Steve says as he gives Dustin a high five.

Dustin then bolts up the basement steps and opens the door to the basement, sliding into the hallway.

“Is it half pineapple, half cheese?”

“Yes. But Dustin you can’t just-”

Dustin grabs the pizza from his mom and runs back downstairs, putting the pizza box on the table in front of the couch. His mom stares confusedly at the spot in the doorway where he had been. He’s halfway down the stairs when he turns and goes back.

“Dustin-” She says with a hint of annoyance. Dustin shuts the door on her accidentally and halfway down the steps he finally realizes. “Thank you, mom!” He screams, his voice cracking a little.

Mrs. Henderson smiles at that, she understands Dustin can be forgetful and sometimes impolite without realizing it. Steve immediately bolts up the steps and opens the basement door again. Mrs. Henderson still stood there, when she saw Steve her brow furrowed.

“What is it, Steve?”

“Thanks again.” He says with a smile.

She smiles back at him and he closes the door behind him and heads back downstairs.

Steve plops himself back onto the couch and grabs a piece of pizza from the box.

“So what’re we doing now.”

Dustin walks to the TV as he says, “Movie Marathon.”

Steve opens his mouth to speak, but before he can Dustin pulls out a cardboard box from behind the TV and dumps it on the table.

“You’re a genius Henderson.”

“I know.”

“Ok. Let’s start with a drama than comedy than horror than adventure than romcom.”

“Ew! Why Romcom?!”

“They’ve got heart!”

“What about horror than sci-fi than comedy than adventure than thriller.”

“Horror and thriller are the same thing!”

“No, they’re not!”

“Yes they are...both are scary.”

“No! You’re just a baby.”

“I’m the baby! Who cried when they stubbed their toe yesterday?!”

“Fine! Fine! Horror, Romcom, Sci-Fi, Comedy, Adventure.”

“Deal.”

“Now...which movie?!” Dustin says as he sits on the floor, across from Steve and starts rummaging through the box.

“Oh come on this is gonna take forever!”

Dustin gives Steve a look.

“Stop whining and help me.”

Steve reaches into the box starts pulling out movies. He and Dustin keep pulling out movies and they lay them on the table. They talk about each movie, comparing it to the others on the table. The movies they consider they throw into a pile on the couch next to Steve. Both of them smile as they argue their points for each movie.

Both of them agree this is the ideal way to spend a Saturday night.

#steveweek2019 #dailyharrington #steve harrington #dustin henderson #steve x dustin #Steve Harrington x Dustin Henderson

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captainmarvels · 5 years

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gliding light | one

Summary: Steve’s a little more preoccupied than usual, and gets (literally) knocked back into his senses.

Steve Appreciation Week Day 3 Prompt: Steve, Bruised and Battered

Pairing: (eventually) Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Warnings: hockey fight, steve dislocates his shoulder, the usual messiness

Word Count: 3011 (sorry!!!)

A/N: first chapter for my college/hockey player steve au series! yay! I incorporated the steve appreciation week prompt into this chapter because what better way for steve to end up bruised and battered than during a fight in the ice rink? anyways, enjoy and lmk what you think! x

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As a kid, you don’t have much say in the trajectory of your life as the years go by. Your parents will have expectations; ideals, really. They aspire to see you grow up as they did; be what they once were; do what they once did. They really just want you to be like them.

And why is that?

Your teachers will emphasize every year that your dreams are what you make them; that you are the captain of the ship named “My Life”, and that you are the sole determiner of the course that ship will take.

But what happens when others have come aboard your ship, taken control of the steer, and claimed it as their own?

What happens when you can no longer have a stake in where your life takes you?

Steve can always be found leaning against the wall of the gym, staring at the ground, with his hair tied up in a messy bun, and his basketball shorts hanging loosely off his hips.

As you make your way over to him, your backpack strap slipping off your shoulder again and again, you wonder what’s happened with his dad this time.

Because it’s always his dad.

“Hey there, Harrington,”

“Hey there yourself, missy. Debate team run long?” He glances up at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Sort of - Nancy was getting a little too into it again,”

“When’s she gonna let you be captain?” You shrug in response, struggling to keep a steady hold on the mountain of books you were carrying.

“Here, let me-” Steve catches the few books that manage to slip of the top with ease, chuckling loudly as you lean against the wall opposite him.

“I swear, I’m gonna need three backpacks just to carry all these,”

“You can have mine if you want - it’s empty anyways,”

“We still on for homework and dinner tonight?” Steve nods, grinning as he opens up his bag and drops the books inside.

“Whose cooking will I be enjoying later this evening?” He asks as leans towards you.

“Lasagna, made by yours truly! My mom said pizza is on her this weekend, so...”

“Sleepover?” You nod, zipping up the bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

“Can you drive me to practice Saturday morning then?” The two of you start walking towards the student parking lot as Steve continues. “John and the boys want to run a few extra drills before the first home game next week,”

“I can’t believe I’m gonna lose you to basketball practice so soon, it feels like just yesterday was the end of the season,” You say, kicking the car door wide open with your foot before dropping your backpacks in the backseat.

“Well, technically it was last month. But it’s state finals, baby! We gotta get in A-game shape!”

“I hate when you talk like that, it scares me like nothing else ever has before,” You both burst out laughing as you get into the car, Steve’s hand reaching over to take the car keys from you.

“It’s our junior year, sweetheart. You of all people should know we have to finish off strong. If I don’t get us the state championship, I might as well kiss college goodbye,”

You roll your eyes at him, snatching the keys out of his grasp before he can protest.

“Yes, I know. Regardless, you should still apply and try to get in with other scholarships and achievements besides basketball, Steve. Okay?”

He nods, eyes closing slowly as he turns to face the window.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

On an early Saturday morning, the last thing you expect to see is your childhood best friend barging into your bedroom, telling you to wake up before he’s late.

“Wha- What time is practice at? It’s a Saturday, for crying out loud!” You throw a pillow at Steve’s face, groaning as you cover your own with the duvet.

“I’m telling you, it’s the finals! C’mon, I can’t be late for this and you promised you’d drive me!”

The whole car ride to Hawkins High, Steve was tapping his fingers on his knees, his eyes focused on the road.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this anxious to get to practice, Harrington. Something up?” You ask as you pull into the driveway, parking just outside of the gym doors. He says nothing, and instead gets out of the car, and moves to open the backseat doors to grab his bags. You lock them.

“Hey, c’mon now!”

“Tell me what the heck is going on with you first!”

You look at him sternly, pointing at the passenger seat. Steve sighs, and plops back down, not even bothering to meet your gaze.

“Steve, you know I’m not gonna let this go. What’s up?” He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning his head back against the headrest of the seat.

“My dad… he’s been giving me a bunch of shit lately for coming home with shit grades, no job… he keeps saying I won’t get anywhere if I don’t make the basketball thing work, and he’s always on my ass about my plays and shit after every game, even though Coach says I’m the best Hawkins’ has had in years, and I’m the fuckin’ team captain. I’m just sick and tired of hearing that ‘I’m not good enough’ from him when I’m doing everything I can, you know?”

Steve’s eyes are shut tight, and you know it’s because he’s fighting back tears. You rest your hand on his arm, saying nothing as you start to count his breaths.

1… 2…. 3…. 4…. 5

“I know you’ll prove him wrong, Steve. You always do. You’re better than he’ll ever be.”

Steve only nods, swallowing thickly as he mulls over your words.

You always know how to make him feel better - especially when it comes to his dad. Ever since you were kids, you always stuck by his side, comforting him and reminding him that he was everything his father was not, and it reminded him that at least he had one person on his team. He was always glad that it was you.

“T-Thanks. And sorry I didn’t say anything before now-”

“No worries. You know I’ll never push. Now get out of my car and show your dad you can take his ass in basketball any day, okay?”

He opens his eyes, smiling as he locked eyes with you. He takes your hand in his and squeezes gently before letting go and stepping out of the car to grab his bags.

As he shuts the door, you roll down the passenger window.

“Need me to swing by later or you good?” He shrugs, looking over the car at something in the distance.

Patting the car roof, he says, “I’ll let you know, yeah?” before heading off into the gym.

As soon as he loses sight of your taillights, Steve books it.

Running across the street without a second glance, Steve can barely pick up the pace as he tries to keep his bags from slipping off his shoulders.

Almost there.

He’s almost out of breath, but he finally makes it.

As he drops a bag to the ground, the bus pulls up to the stop where Steve is standing, the tires coming to a sputtering stop as the doors open.

Picking up his duffel, Steve boards the bus, and flashes the driver his round-trip ticket.

Once settled in a seat, he sets down his bags in the one next to him and finally looks out the window as the bus pulls away.

The sign reading “Now Leaving Hawkins” flashes by, bringing a smile to Steve’s face as he leans back in his seat, eyelids fluttering shut.

Logansport, here I come.

Skates strapped on, helmet secured, and hockey stick in hand, Steve is ready for anything.

Well, almost anything.

He’s already on the ice, squatting in front of the net as he watches the team inch closer and closer with the puck coming right for him.

He hears it before he sees it.

Dodging right, Steve manages to knock the puck off course and straight into the rink wall, some of his teammates cheering loudly behind him as he picked himself up off the ice.

“Nice one, Harrington!”

“What a save, newbie!”

Steve turns around, and is greeted with congratulatory waves and pats on the back as they make their way back to the box.

Well, almost.

Before Steve can step foot off the ice, he’s being pulled back into the rink by one of the older guys, who’s conveniently surrounded by some of his friends.

“Nick, was it?” Steve asked with a muffled voice, his mouth guard still in place.

“How many times you gonna make me look bad in front of Coach, huh?”

The grip on Steve’s shoulder tightened with every passing second, their eyes locked on one another.

“That’s not what I’m tryin’ to do, man,”

“Sure it’s not. Learn to stop kissing ass man, it doesn’t look too good on you,” He spit on Steve’s jersey before pulling off his helmet.

“I will when you learn to make a hard pass, and stop making it so easy for me to block your shots.” Steve pulled off his helmet and dropped it on the ice, the contact making a lasting sound across the empty arena.

“You’re really in it huh, Harrington? Let’s see what you got,” Without warning, Nick moves head on towards Steve, shoving him hard against the tempered glass boards surrounding the rink. Steve feels the back of his head collide with the glass, and thinks for a moment that he’s about to pass out on the spot. He feels blood trickling down the side of his face, and tries his best to wipe it off with the backside of his glove.

Before he can re-orient himself, Nick pulls Steve to him and punches him right in the jaw, his gloved hand scraping the underside of his jaw just before he hits him again.

Steve lifts up his knee and tries to hit Nick straight in the balls, but misses as Nick moves backwards, pushing Steve onto the ice. Before he hits the ground, Steve grabs Nick by the ankle and yanks it towards him, forcing him down with him, and they both hit the ice with a loud thud.

Before he can get up, Steve gets kicked on both sides by Nick’s friends; he can’t make out their faces as the right side of his face is already starting to swell up from the punch.

Hands suddenly appear on his arms, pulling him upright. Steve can barely make out Nick as he comes towards him, pummeling straight onto the ice again with two swift punches - one to the face, and another to the gut.

Steve lands on his side and winces as he hears the unmistakable sound of his shoulder popping out of his socket.

“Fuck,” is all he manages to get out before losing consciousness.

Flashes of bright white bring Steve back to the land of the living, and he finds himself sitting upright on a hospital bed. He glances down, wincing at the sharp pain shooting down his neck, and finds his arm in a sling, a band of ice packs wrapped neatly around his shoulder.

Way to go, Harrington.

Before he makes any sudden movements, a doctor appears outside his door, tapping his clipboard with a pen.

“Well, Mr. Harrington, you’re lucky that shoulder injury isn’t more severe.”

Steve laughs awkwardly, barely nodding as the doctor moves closer to his bed.

“A harder push, or a different surface of impact, and we’d be looking at a separated shoulder in need of surgery. You’ll need to stay off the ice for the next four weeks though, I’m afraid.”

“No way for a quicker healing turnaround, Doc?” Steve smiled, wincing immediately from the flare of pain in his jaw.

“No can do, mister. If you want to regain full use of that thing, I suggest you keep your sport activities to a minimum, and stay off the ice. I have a painkiller prescription for you here,” The doctor flashes a piece of paper, “in case the pain lingers. If you dislocate it again, you’ll need to come in so I can re-examine it, alright?”

Steve nods in response, grimacing at the random flashes of pain he was getting from his shoulder and neck.

“Your friend is waiting for you outside; I’ll let her know you’re awake,”

Before he could ask any questions, the doctor stepped out, and was replaced by you.

Shit.

“Glad to know you’re not dead.”

“Can this… can we wait until we get home? I promise I’ll explain,” Steve says hoarsely, a weak smile appearing as he tries to appease the anger he knows is boiling over inside of you.

“Explain everything, or I’ll make sure that shoulder pops out again.”

The whole ride back to Hawkins was nerve wracking for Steve; a dead silence filling the car, your eyes focused on the road, your mind focused on the different ways you could kill Steve and get away with it. He was terrified of how upset you were, and he knew you were devising some sort of plan for revenge and honestly? He couldn’t blame you.

You were his best friend, after all. And he, yours.

Of course it pissed you off that he ran off to God knows where without telling you and almost died after a stupid, unfair fight.

This was the first secret he’d kept from you in years, and he just hoped you’d forgive him.

Growing up, he put you through a lot of shit, but you always forgave him, no matter what. Whether he’d just broken your brand new bike, or the time he accidentally elbowed you in the nose and broke it, or the five times you had to call firefighters to your house because Steve accidentally set something on fire.

No matter what, you forgave him.

But he’s painfully aware that this time around is different, because he lied.

And that’s one of your sacred rules.

No lies.

The day you agreed to be friends, you made a pact that you both swore you’d honor to the grave - dramatic for a pair of five year olds, but nonetheless. You shook on it, and ever since then, it was the one rule left untouched - until now.

Once you pull into the driveway of your house, you help carry his bags into the house.

“Go wait upstairs,” was all you said after slamming the front door shut, and Steve followed directions.

You tossed his things into the empty coat closet by the bathroom before heading to your bathroom, where you grabbed some rubbing alcohol, cotton balls and some gauze. Then you head off to your room, where you find Steve sitting on the edge of your bed, looking mopey as ever.

After shutting the door, you turn to look at him.

“Well, you better start talking, Harrington.”

You lean back against the door, crossing your arms over your chest as you waited for him to speak.

“This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out but,” He sighed, using his good hand to brush back some hair that was falling across his face. “I- I’ve been training and playing with this, this club hockey team over in Logansport for the last few months and,”

“Months?” You interrupt, scoffing at the fact that he had been lying for months now.

“I swear, I was gonna tell you-”

“When? Before or after you got a life threatening concussion?” Steve laughs sarcastically, shaking his head as he drops his gaze from you.

“Before, I promise. I just- I wanted to make sure I was making the right decision - that hockey was really what I wanted to do before telling you. ‘Cuz once I tell you, there’s no going back, and you know that.”

You want to protest his comment, but bite back your tongue instead. Maybe he has a point.

Supporting Steve’s dreams and ambitions meant making sure he followed through on them. Ever since you were both six years old, if Steve told you he wanted to do, be, or have something, you were right there by his side, championing him until he succeeded. But sometimes he’d want to quit, and you wouldn’t let him.

“Anyways, there’s no point in holding out anymore. I joined the club hockey team because I wanna quit the basketball team this summer, after the finals. That’s why it's been a secret for so long - I had to make sure I could do it, and that I wasn’t setting myself up for failure by joining a team for a sport I wasn’t too sure I’d be good at, or even liked. I know I should’ve told you sooner but I wanted to do this for myself, and-”

“For being one of the brightest people I know, you sure know how to pull some idiot moves, ya goof,” He brightens up at your back handed compliment, and flashes you a smile as you look at one another.

“You forgiving me then?”

“Only if you promise to stop hiding stuff from me,”

“I swear, this was it. You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you, honest,” He raises his hand up, chuckling when you roll your eyes.

“So what’s your big plan then?” You sit down next to him, and cup his face gently, turning his head just enough so he was facing you, and start applying the alcohol on the cuts littering his face.

“Get us the state championship, quit before summer session starts, and start practicing with the club hockey team to get ready for the fall season. Easy, right?” He laughs softly and drops his gaze down to his slinged arm as he winces from the sting of the alcohol.

“You’re forgetting something,”

“What?” He glances up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“How are you gonna break the news to your dad?”

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