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when bitches (me) complain about their posts not showing up under hashtags even tho they keep forgetting to ever post and keep an active account💔💔

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plz why isn’t this new chapter showing up under any hashtags

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DAMAGE CONTROL | STEVE HARRINGTON

chapter one — hard to get

summary | steve tries to put his (poor) plan into action. he realizes he’s going to have to try harder to get on your good side.

tags/warnings | language, steve being entitled lol, nothing rlly in this chapter, a short one unfortunately :,)

notes | unfortunately my “read more” tab hasn’t been working for the longest time, so if this is clogging anyone’s feed i apologize in advance :(

wc | 1.8k

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The lunch room was loud—obnoxious freshmen throwing food at each other, girls laughing a little too loudly at a shitty joke from a guy they never had a chance with, teachers attempting and failing to be the mediators in a growing altercation.

It was lunchtime at Hawkins High.

“Dude, you can’t seriously think this plan is going to work,” Tommy said to Steve through a mouthful of food, a look of disbelief thick on his features as a result of hearing his friend’s poorly-planned scheme. Steve all but rolled his eyes, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. “How long did it take you to come up with this shit, huh? Like, two minutes?”

“Three, actually,” Steve retorted with a smirk. “Trust me, I know it’ll work—a little Harrington Charm has never let me down. I’ll get her.”

“Remind me again of who we’re talking about?” Carol asked from her place across from Tommy, following the boy’s gaze over her shoulder to the table you sat at closer towards the back of the room with your small group of friends.

“y/n l/n?” she inquired with just as much doubt as her friend before her. Tommy nodded, going to lean back but stopping himself quickly as he remembered he resided on a backless bench.

“Steve and I have a little bet going that he won’t be able to score a date with her. Fifty bucks.” Carol laughed, earning an eye-roll from Steve.

“You, a date with her? Yeah, good luck with that one,” she dismissed. “Her and I were friends, in, like, the ninth grade; she got weird, Steve, seriously. Like, one day she just stopped answering all my calls, didn’t come to the door when I went to check up on her.” Carol and Tommy exchanged a look.

“She just became a total bitch all of a sudden,” she continued, once again meeting Steve’s gaze. “Before, she was super obsessed with the idea of a boyfriend and shit, but something, like, snapped in her head one day and she’s been like this ever since. Haven’t talked to her in years, though. She’ll probably just tell me to fuck off if I tried.” Carol glanced over her shoulder, subconsciously sending a glare towards the back of your head. She went quiet for a moment before she quirked an eyebrow, lips curling up into a smirk.

“I want in on the bet. Seventy bucks says she won’t ever give you the time of day.”

“Fuck this,” Steve muttered, pushing himself off of the table as he stood. “Watch and learn, you two, and see just how wrong you are. I expect my money to be here for me on this table by the time I’m back.”

There Steve went, approaching you in all of his cocky, self-assured glory. He didn’t let it bother him when you didn’t so much as glance in his direction as he walked over or when he slid into the seat beside you, a wall erected between you and your friends as you met his gaze with an expression he couldn’t quite read.

“Hey,” he said simply, shooting you his award-winning smile. “I was just sitting over at my table minding my own business when you caught my eye and I wondered: Jesus, how have I never spoken to you before?”

Your eyes moved quickly from Steve to your friends, who’s conversation had now ceased in order to listen to yours, and then back to Steve. A sweet smile plastered itself across your features as you waited for him to say more. You were at a loss for words—Steve wasn’t surprised, he knew he had that affect on women, after all.

“I was also thinking about how much more beautiful you’d look in the passenger seat of my car after a little dinner date.” Steve’s spoke smoothly and confidently, his smile never faltering as he waited for your answer. He awaited the speech he practically always got: “Oh my god, really?” “You really want to take me out, Steve?” His wallet burned with the anticipation of soon being filled with his friend’s money.

“Oh, my, god, did you guys hear that?” You looked over Steve’s shoulder at your friends, and if he could see their faces he would know they had their hands clamped over their mouths, stifling laughter. “No way did the Steve Harrington just ask me out!” If he wasn’t so high on confidence, Steve would have picked up on the sarcasm practically dripping from your words. “You’re really into a girl like me? Oh, I’m just honoured!”

Steve could feel Tommy and Carol’s gaze burning holes into the back of his head. He could hardly find it in him to care—this was proving to be much easier than he thought.

“So, what do you say you give me your number and we figure something out, hm?”

The boy watched as you dug into your bag for a scrap piece of paper and a pen, unable to bite back the arrogant grin on his face as you scribbled something down out of his view. The lunch bell rang, students began to break off from their little corners of the room and make their way annoyedly to their classes. Steve stood at the same time you did, smiling down at you as you folded the small piece of paper and tucked it into the breast pocket of his shirt.

You looked up at him through your lashes, innocently biting back your grin before patting the place where you’d just slipped the paper.

“See you around, Harrington,” you hummed, letting your hand drag across his chest before following your friends out of the room with a triumphant grin on your face. Steve held the same expression, however his was much more short-lived; when Tommy and Carol approached him as he pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket to flaunt his victory, he caught a glimpse of what was written on the inside.

“Open her up, Harrington,” Tommy said, holding in a laugh.

With a quick glance up at his freckled friend, Steve unfolded the paper in one swift motion, cringing at the sound of Tommy and Carol’s immediate eruption of laughter—inside was a poorly drawn caricature of Steve, along with the caption “Eat Shit!”

Steve grumbled something incoherent as he shoved the paper into the pocket of his jeans, grimacing as Tommy and Carol waved what would have been his money in his face, practically wiping tears from their eyes from laughter.

“It’s not that funny,” Steve mumbled, giving Tommy a (somewhat joking, somewhat annoyed) shove before starting towards the exit doors. “This isn’t the end, you know!” he called to the two, who followed a few paces behind him. “The bet’s still on!”

“Yeah, and thank God it is,” Carol laughed. “Anything to see more of whatever that was.”

Steve rolled his eyes, annoyed, and waved the two off, barely hearing one of the teachers scolding his friends for wasting so much time when class was starting in a matter of minutes. He just barely caught a glimpse of your shirt as you left your locker, only to be lost in a quickly dispersing sea of people rushing to get to class.

Stopping at his locker (which, he now understood, was only a few down from yours), he decided that he would do anything to get on your good side—hell, he was already formulating another, almost equally-shitty as plan.

Grabbing his books and shutting his locker, his mind was made up: Steve Harrington was going to get the girl.

-

Your heart practically dropped to your stomach as you closed your locker and was met with the face of the man you’d rejected only two days prior, leaning against the lockers beside you. Your surprised expression was quickly replaced by an annoyed one.

“I see your little cronies aren’t here with you today,” he mused, his usual charming smile gracing his features. You barely spared him a second glance before starting towards your next class. Steve pushed himself off from against lockers, following closely beside you—you could smell his expensive cologne thanks to your close proximity.

“I guess they got the feeling you’d be here and decided to stay home to avoid you—I suppose I should have done the same,” you sighed, staring straight ahead of you. “Didn’t you get the message, Harrington? Or are you too stupid to understand what eat shit means? Perhaps it would be better if I spell it out for you, hm?”

So, this was going to be difficult. Steve was almost annoyed at how hostile you were being, but if he needed to get you to like him, he had to keep his composure.

“No,” he said simply. “I just think you didn’t give me a fair shot, that’s all. I could be, like, the guy of your dreams and you don’t even know it!”

“I think the shot I gave you was fair enough,” you answered, taking a step away from him as he kept bumping into your shoulder as the two of you walked.

“No way,” Steve argued, though his tone remained light-hearted. “What can you infer from me from, like, one conversation?”

“Hm, let’s see.” You pretended to think, tapping your chin comically. “That you’re a rich, entitled asshole who thinks he can get any girl he wants just by saying some shitty pickup line and flashing them a smile? News flash, Harrington, but I’m not as easy as the other girls.”

“Alright, well then why don’t you give me a chance?” Steve suggested, stopping beside you at the entrance of your classroom. You leaned back against the cold, white tile wall beside the doorway, Steve’s hand pressed against the spot just beside your head, supporting his weight.

“And why should I do that?” you inquired, finally meeting his gaze as you pulled your books in against your chest.

“Because I think I’m worth it,” he answered, that small smile gracing his features once again as he stared down at you.

“So because you think you’re worth it, I just have to play along?”

“Exactly.”

You gave him a humourless smile, pressing your  pointer finger into his chest to push him away.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that, Harrington.” Your smile faded just as quickly as it came as you slipped into your classroom, leaving Steve alone in the now empty hallway. He followed you with his eyes before letting out a quiet groan, running his fingers through his hair before starting towards his own class.

He was going to have to talk to some people, for sure, figure out what you liked, where you liked to spend your weekends. He had to know everything about you.

It wasn’t just about the bet anymore—Steve had made it his goal to make you see that he really was the perfect guy, for he simply couldn’t fathom the reality that someone, somewhere, didn’t like him.

This was going to be difficult, but Steve was never one to back down from a challenge.

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hi! can i please be added to the damage control taglist?

absolutely!!

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damage control post was a flop :,) why does tumblr hate me. gonna try uploading from my computer later tonight/tomorrow morning

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wanted to post chapter one of damage control today but my keep reading tab is messing up the entire layout of the post idk why :/ this has happened to me before but it kind of solved itself, but wherever the keep reading tab is, the block of text below it either starts repeating itself and replacing the the paragraphs below it, or just disappears entirely :,) tumblr plz don’t screw me over rn!! i don’t want to have to post it without the keep reading tab as i don’t want to clog anyones dash :(

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Can I be added to the Damage Control taglist??? I can’t wait to read it!!!🥺

yes of course you can!! so happy to hear you’re excited about it <333

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Hi! Can i be on the tag list for damage control please?

yes of course you can!! <3

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𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 | 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

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𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 | 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

prologue

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | in which steve is offered an impossible bet: land date with the famously most-undatable girl in the entire school-you. how could he refuse?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | steve is an asshole in the beginning of this series i’m sorry i had to :,) a very very short prologue !!

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“No, I’m telling you, dude, nobody can touch her. I had the biggest crush on her in, like, sophomore year, and every damn time I asked her out she refused. Embarrassed me in front of the whole class one time by turning me down, too.”

Tommy Hagan continued to complain as he and Steve walked the crowded hallways of Hawkins High. A simple brush against his shoulder with yours and a mere second of eye contact prompted his recollection of his one-time crush on you what felt like a million years ago. Through his ramblings, Tommy missed the quiet grunt of annoyance sounding from Steve’s throat.

Does he ever stop talking? Steve wondered to himself.

“You know, I bet even you couldn’t go out with her.” Bet? Now, this piqued Steve’s interest. “Yeah, I bet you $20 you couldn’t even lay a finger on her.”

“Woah, woah, woah, are we being serious, here?” Steve inquired, stopping in his tracks to lean against one of the few empty gaps against the cold tile wall. “You’re saying I won’t be able to get this girl—me. Remember who you’re talking to here, Tommy.” A smug smile made its way into Steve’s face, and Tommy could practically see the gears turning in his head. “Make it $50 and we’ve got a deal.”

Tommy paused, thought for a moment, then nodded, sticking out his hand towards the other boy with a grin that was just as arrogant spread across his freckled face. Steve gave Tommy’s hand a firm shake, his obnoxious smile never faltering.

“Deal.”

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𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 | 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

based off of 10 things i hate about you!

steve harrington x fem!reader

❥ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | in which steve is offered an impossible bet: land date with the famously most-undatable girl in the entire school-you. how could be refuse?

❥ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 | ongoing

❥ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 / 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | (each part will have its own specific tags) asshole steve a bit in the beginning lol (sorry sorry), some fluff, some angst, a bit suggestive, mentions of manipulation, strangers to friends to lovers to one-sided to lovers, reader and steve are still in high school

❥ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | my steve brainrot has been so bad!! however this was originally going to be an eddie fic lol. decided to change it up in the planning stage meaning i had to basically start from scratch :) my first series in a long time i hope it's an enjoyable one!!

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prologue

❥ i - hard to get

❥ ii - take a risk

❥ iii - irrefutable

❥ iv - something more?

❥ v - the winner takes it all

❥ vi - ignorance is never bliss

❥ vii - …not even a little bit

epilogue

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