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All Too Well (Part 2/2)

Summary: Years after everything had gone down, you find yourself aching for what once was a happily ever after.

Word Count: 3, 219

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warning/s: Angst

A/N: So here’s the second part to All Too Well! It is also the last part. I have yet to learn how to write a full-on series, let alone think of a series. If you guys got ideas, send ‘em in! Enjoy y’all!

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Back from the Dead

Steve Harrington x Reader

Part 10

My body shivered as I felt the cold seeping in. Everything was dark as I looked around, but I recognized the scent of death and decay. There were chilling howls in the distance, but they sounded as though they were getting closer. I tried to move, to run away, but my legs were frozen and I couldn’t move. I saw the creatures then, emerging from the trees around me. There were so many, and they were closing in quickly. One crouched and then pounced on me, it’s razor sharp teeth digging into my skin—

“(Y/N)!” A voice called out and everything seemed to pause. My shoulders were shaking but I couldn’t figure out why. “(Y/N), it’s just a bad dream. Wake up, (Y/N)!”

My eyes flew open and all I could make out was a figure cloaked in shadows leaning over me. I immediately cried out and began struggling against the weight on my shoulders, fighting to escape—

“It’s just me!” The voice said. “It’s Steve, okay? It’s just me.”

I stopped my movements, blinking a couple times until I was able to make out Steve’s concerned expression staring down at me. My heartbeat was still erratic as was my breathing, and I closed my eyes trying to slow them down. 

That’s when the events of earlier tonight came back. Steve had called Hopper, telling him he was taking me back to my house and that he would take care of me. Although I hadn’t heard the conversation, I’m sure Hopper threatened him extensively. Once we had gotten back to Steve’s I had already been half asleep, so he lead me to his room where he left me for a moment so I could change into a tee shirt and sweatpants. Once I was finished, I had collapsed across the bed sideways. 

Somehow now, I had woken up laying the right way with the blankets over me. I could make out a blanket and a few pillows on the floor and knew Steve had given up his bed for me. 

“You doing okay?” Steve said as he rubbed my arm gently. 

I opened my eyes, looking up at him through the tears forming and hoped he couldn’t see well in the darkness. My only answer was a small nod, knowing I would be unable to lie.

“Does this happen often?” He asked, and I nodded again before he mumbled, “Talk to me, (Y/N).”

The tears came then and I was unable to stop them. He pulled me up so that I was sitting next to him before wrapping his arms around my shaking figure. One of his hands made their way up into my hair, holding my head gently to his shoulder, while the other rubbed small circles on the small of my back. 

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his lips just grazing my ear. “It was just a nightmare. I got you, you’re okay.”

He placed a small kiss on the side of my head, continuing to softly whisper comforting words into my ear. Eventually my cries quieted and I found myself feeling drowsy as I refused to pull away from Steve’s warm embrace. 

“Are you falling asleep on me?” Steve questioned, his voice teasing.

“Yeah,” I answered simply. 

Steve’s hands slowly moved to my shoulders, encouraging me to lay back down on the bed. He made to stand and go back to his place on the floor but I grabbed his hand, causing him to pause. 

“Stay with me,” I whispered nervously, not sure whether or not he would.

“Yeah,” He mumbled. “Yeah, of course.”

He slipped under the covers next to me and wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me into his embrace one again. I let him slip an arm under my head and the other around my waist as I pressed my back against his chest. His warm breath fanned out against my neck with each of his breaths, lulling me back to sleep. Just before I slipped back into the depths, I felt him press a kiss to the back of my neck. 

The sun filtering through the curtains woke me up a while later. I was still in Steve’s grasp from the night before, but I noticed at some point during the night I had reached a hand up to where his had extended from under my head. Our fingers were intertwined. A soft smile came to my face as I savored Steve’s warmth and realized I hadn’t had another nightmare. 

“Good morning,” Steve’s husky voice all but melted me.

“Morning,” I murmured back. 

“How are you doing?” He asked.

“Better, much better.”

“That’s good to hear,” he said, and I could tell he was drifting off again, so I decided to as well. 

A few minutes later when I was almost back to sleep, Steve spoke again.

“What do you want for breakfast?”

I laughed softly, before saying, “More sleep.”

His body shook slightly as he chuckled.

“You can stay in bed a bit longer if you like, I’ll just go get breakfast started,” He started to untangle his legs from mine and pull his arms away, but I protested, trying to keep him in place. 

“Five more minutes,” I pleaded. 

“What do you want for breakfast?” He repeated, laughing again. 

“Pancakes,” I mumbled, feeling defeated when he succeeded in getting out of bed.

“Was that so hard?” Steve joked. “I’ll have them ready in fifteen minutes.”

I heard his footsteps start to walk down the hall and I shouted, “Make sure they’re chocolate chip!”

“I know!” He yelled back before silence settled in the house. 

My eyes closed and I quickly fell back asleep. It only felt like a few minutes had passed when I felt Steve shaking my shoulder. 

“Come ones sleepyhead,” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I let you sleep an extra ten minutes.”

“Five more minutes.”

He laughed before starting to pull me to the edge of the bed. I groaned was he lifted me into a standing position before guiding me down the hall.

“I worked really hard on these pancakes,” he said. 

“I’m sure they’ll be delicious in two hours,” I smiled back at him. 

“Get down there,” Steve said as he guided me to the stars.

I let out a loud huff and trudged down to the kitchen. Sure enough, the pancakes were waiting on plates on the island in the kitchen. I sat down and immediately began eating, Steve doing the same.

“So,” Steve started, sounding a bit apprehensive. “How long have you been having the nightmares?”

My body went rigid as I thought about discussing them.

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me,” Steve continued. “I just thought that if you wanted to talk, we could.”

“I’ve had them ever since I came back,” I answered. “Last night was definitely one of the worst.” 

“What are they about?” 

“Being… there,” I answered. “And… the creatures are always there.”

“Creatures?” Steve echoed, looking concerned. 

“I don’t know what they were, but they were hunting me a lot of the time.”

“Christ,” Steve mumbled. 

“I hid most of the time,” I continued. “Found myself in your house al lot, actually.”

“You were in my house?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, I was too scared to go to the Byers’ after what happened there, and I knew Barb had disappeared from your house so I thought maybe another rift would open up here again and I could get back through,” I started. “Also, you’re place has always felt more like home than my own.”

Steve smiled softly at my confession and said, “This is going to sound crazy, but did you— did you ever sing?”

“Sing?” I repeated.

“Yeah, you know that song you like, Africa?”

“I guess I did at some points when I was feeling pretty low,” I grimaced. “I’m not theist singer, but I guess no one was really there to hear me.”

“I think I did.”

“What?” I asked.

“There was one night where I had just gotten back from trying to get into the lab and my radio turned on by itself. It was all static at first, but then I heard your voice come through. You were singing Africa and I thought I was losing my goddamn mind.”

“I’m sorry, Steve,” I sighed. 

“You’re sorry?” He asked. “(Y/N), you have absolutely nothing to apologize for. If anything, I was so thankful I heard you because it just reassured me that you were still out there and I could still get you back.”

Steve looked at me then, so intensely as he spoke. 

“I never stopped looking for you.” 

“I know,” I smiled softly. “Hopper told me about all your efforts.”

“Of course he did,” Steve turned away. “He was so pissed all the times he had to pick me up. Eventually I just started to expect he would actually put me in jail and throw away the keys.”

I laughed lightly as he grabbed my plate and his, walking away to put them in the sink. A few moments of silence followed as he washed them before he turned back to me, leaning against the counter. 

“I’m sorry for everything you’ve had to go through,” he said. “I’m so glad to have you back, but I’ll always feel guilty because it was all my fault.”

“No, it wasn’t,” I shook my head. 

“You can’t take this away from me,” he ran a hand through his hair. “I was the reason we fought and the reason you showed up to the Byers’ house that night. I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

“It’s okay, Steve,” I tried, but he interrupted.

“It’s not.”

He looked as if there was more he wanted to say, and I waited patiently as he figured out the words. 

“I yelled at you that night because I was afraid,” he started. “You have always been too good for me, you know? And then you were in my arms telling me you loved me and I sort of just… freaked out.”

“What are you saying?” I asked, my heart racing.

“I made a mistake that night, one that I will always regret,” Steve said. “You told me you loved me and I didn’t say it back.”

I went rigid once more as I tried to decipher why he was telling me all of this. My thoughts were racing a mile a minute and I couldn’t seem to grasp his words.

“Do you still?” He asked. 

“Steve,” I shook my head, eyes watering.

“Do you still love me?” He pressed.

“I don’t think I could ever stop,” I answered truthfully.

Steve’s body sagged slightly as he visibly relaxed. I waited for him to say something more, hoping he would confirm what I was thinking. He made his way around the island to stand in front of where I was sitting on the barstool. Placing his hands on either side of my head, he forced me to look up at him.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Christ, I love you so much.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before he was pressing his lips to my own. 

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Back from the Dead

Steve Harrington x Reader

Part 9

I had absolutely no idea what time it was. It could have been eleven o’clock, but it also could have very well been past three in the morning. I couldn’t find a clock, or Nancy. I tried going after her once she left to go find Steve, but I hadn’t been able to locate her. She had said something about the kitchen…

The kitchen, right. I nodded silently as if agreeing with my thoughts before I began to make my way there. My cup was empty and I needed another refill, anyways.

There was no one in the kitchen, though. Oh wait, no, there were people. Just not who I was looking for. Turning around, I suddenly came face to face with the last person I wanted to see.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Billy smirked at me as he gave me a once over.

“Oh, go to hell,” I scoffed before trying to shove past him. He grabbed my arm, though, holding me back.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” He asked looking around.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked. “I don’t have one. And I certainly am not looking.”

“King Steve,” Billy mused before scoffing. “Talked to him earlier. Can’t really call him king anymore.”

“I consider that a good thing,” I said.

“Why don’t you come dance with me?” He suddenly asked.

“Why don’t you get lost?” I shook my head, trying to yank my arm out of his grip. He wouldn’t let go.

“Come on, you’re drunk,” he said, moving closer. “Let me take care of you.”

“I said, get lost!” I spat before slapping him hard across the face.

He instantly dropped my arm to reach for his face, looking at me with anger in his eyes. If I didn’t have as much liquid courage in me as I did, I probably would’ve been scared.

“Go to hell,” I seethed before turning and losing myself in the crowd once more.

As I walked, I realized I had forgotten to get my refill. There was no way in hell I would go back to the kitchen, though, if it meant having to see Billy again. I ended up in a separate hallway, looking for any signs of Nancy or Steve or anyone I knew at this point when I head shouting coming from the door on my left. I stepped closer, hoping no one was in trouble, when I realized I recognized those voices. I heard my name mentioned and dread seeped into my chest as I realized Nancy had probably told Steve what I said.

Before I could step away, though, the door swung open and Nancy stormed past me without a word. Her dress, I noticed, was covered in punch. I watched her disappear in the crowd of people before I remembered the other person who had been in the bathroom. Slowly I turned my head back to the doorway to see Steve standing there with an indiscernible look on his face. Or maybe it was discernible and I was just too drunk to read him.

“Hey,” he said, almost sounding cautious.

“I’m really drunk right now,” I blurted.

Steve’s eyebrows rose at my confession before he moved his gaze to the cup in my hand.

“You’ve probably had enough of this, then,” he said reaching for my drink, but quickly pulled his hand back.

“You’re probably right,” I said, handing it over.

He took it from me with a small smile and dumped the remaining contents down the drain before leaving the cup on the sink.

“I’m sorry,” I said and he looked at me in confusion.

“For what?”

“For getting drunk and— and saying things that I definitely shouldn’t have said,” I shook my head probably more vigorously then needed.

“What did you say?” Steve questioned.

“Did— did she not tell you?”

Steve sighed as he looked down at his shoes before saying, “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, my eyes filling with tears as he reached for me. “I’m so sorry, Steve.”

“Hey, no, no, no,” he said, taking my face in his hands. “Don’t cry, alright? Everything’s okay.”

Pulling me into his chest, Steve wrapped his arms around me and sighed into my hair as I cried.

“None of this is your fault, okay?” He continued. “I’m not mad at you, I never could be.”

Once Steve had finally talked me down, I started looking around realizing it was probably late. When I finally saw a clock, I realized it was actually earlier than I thought.

“It’s only midnight?” I sighed.

“You want to get out of here?” Steve asked as he rubbed my back softly.

I nodded tiredly and Steve took my hand in his as he guided me through the party to the front door. I looked around one last time and decided I never wanted to come to another party again.

Just as we were about to walk outside, I stopped and tugged on Steve’s arm as I realized my ride wouldn’t be here for another hour.

“It’s fine, you can just come back to my place,” Steve shrugged, and I knew he finally understood that, for whatever reason, he couldn’t drive me home.

“But Hopper—”

“Wait right here,” Steve said as he made me sit down on the front steps. “Don’t move, alright?”

I nodded before I leaned my head against the railing. Faintly I heard Steve’s footsteps fade to the sound of the party and realized he had gone back inside. The cool night air felt good, but goosebumps began to rise on my skin. I looked at them for a moment as dread started to fill my chest, but for another reason. Something felt off, something felt like… like it did when I was there.

I’m just drunk, I told myself. And tired, too. Shit, the nightmares are going to hit hard tonight. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the rail as I tried to fight off the feeling. A hand suddenly wrapped around my arm and I immediately pulled back with a small gasp.

“Hey, it’s just me,” Steve said, looking at me in concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I stuttered. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He looked at me as though he didn’t believe a word I said, so I spoke the first words that came to mind to change his focus.

“I slapped Billy tonight.”

Steve looked at me with wide eyes for a moment, seeming to gage whether or not I was joking. He shook his head, laughing slightly when he realized how serious I was.

“That’s my girl.”

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Baby’s First Christmas

Summary: Billy’s concerns about being a shitty father are reignited by Christmas time rolling around. 

Author’s Note: The fluffiest shit I have ever written. Shout out to SOA for giving me the name Abel which I adore…Takes place a couple years after high school graduation. 

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Billy and I  sat on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, wrapping the far far far too many presents we had brought for Abel. I tried to justify how many we purchased by buying mostly books, classics that I read as a kid. Billy, on the other hand, picked out mostly toys, bearing no shame for spoiling his son rotten.

He and I got married after we found out I was pregnant. That was far too taboo for his family though, and they shut us both out. Not that we wanted them involved with our son anyway. Max came around when she thought she could get away with it unnoticed, which, sadly, wasn’t often. She had mailed us gifts to give to Abel, in case she couldn’t make it around for the holidays. As she was still underage, she couldn’t get away like Billy had.

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Zombie Boy

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Author’s Note: Holy shit I’ve been working on this damn thing for so long that now I hate it. It started as a Billy x reader fic and slowly turned into an OC fic so weee!

Summary: Billy helps Byers!Reader through the challenges of protecting her little brother.

I laid on my back in bed, a book resting on my chest, one from the pile of novels in my corner that I told myself I would read over the summer. Well, the summer was creeping to a close, the days became shorter and colder and I hadn’t made a dent. Shuffling from my window made me glance up to identify a familiar mullet-haired boy climbing through, gingerly stepping around the things on my desk.    “You know you can just come in the front door, right?” I asked as my focus moved back to my book, turning the page.    “More fun this way.” He grinned as his booted feet beat the floor.

Billy grabbed me by the ankles and dragged me to the end of the bed, forcing me to lose my clutch on my book in surprise as a yelp escaped my lips. I let out a wild giggle as he planted his hands on either side of my head and leaned down to kiss me.

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Last Words // Steve Harrington

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Fandom: Stranger Things (Soulmate AU)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary/Request: Soulmate AU where the words printed on your wrist are the last words that your soulmate says to you.

WC: 1,331

A/N:This got deleted the first time I wrote it. So, I’m pissed that I have to write it all over again. I’m terrible at keeping active on this blog and I sincerely apologize for that. I have no ideas what to write about, and I have no requests, so I’m asking you to please send in requests or anything!

Y/N had lived in Hawkins, Indiana all her life. She has had the same words tattooed on her all her life. She often wondered who her soulmate was. She often stared at the words on her wrist. What sucked about this whole soulmate thing was the words on your wrist are the last words your soulmate will ever say to you. You won’t know who is your true soulmate until you’re speaking your last words to them. You don’t know until the end. 

Y/N’s soulmate’s choice of words weren’t terrible at all. It wasn’t a stupid joke or any profanities. It was simple and sweet.

“Don’t you worry your little head darling”

She loved it. It gave her comfort.

The bell rang, snapping Y/N out of her thoughts about her soulmate. She gathered her books and darted out of the classroom into the crowded hallway. As she shoved her way through, she ran into a body much larger than hers. Her books dropped to her feet, making a loud sound. No one seemed to notice.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” the person said as they bent down to grab the books. When they raised back up, Y/N automatically knew who it was.

Steve Harrington. Better known as King Steve.

“Thanks,” Y/N mutter and started to take off when Steve grabbed her arm, gently.

“Wait. It’s Y/N, right? Let me make it up to you. I was in your way. Do you want to hang out after school?”

“Is this a joke or something?” Y/N asked, clearly not believing that the most popular guy in school was asking her if she wanted to hang out. 

“What? No! Just meet me by your locker after school,” Steve said, and walked off before Y/N had the chance to make up an excuse. 

Y/N went through the rest of the day, curious as to what events would take place later on in the day. When the final bell rang, Y/N rushed to her locker and opened it so she could put up the books she didn’t need for homework. When she shut it, she was met with the face that belong to no one other than Steve Harrington. 

“Ready?” He asked, and she nodded. They walked to the parking lot, making small talk on the way. He opened the passenger door for her, shocking her even more, but she didn’t let it show. 

They decided to just go to a small diner and grab a bite to eat. They had to have been starved from the long school day. The ride there consisted of no talking. Just the radio playing music as Steve sang along and Y/N laughed. 

“So, have you met your soulmate yet?” Steve asked, taking a bite of his burger. They were seated in the booth at the back of the small diner. Y/N shook her head and took a bite of her burger.

“You?” Steve shook his head also. 

“What does your arm say?” Steve asked.

“I’m not telling you! If we were to actually be soulmates, I wouldn’t know because you would know what the last words are supposed to be. How would I know if it’s legit?”

“You got me there, but you can’t keep it from me forever,” Steve said, chuckling. 

“I can try,” Y/N said, chuckling along. That day was marked as their first date.

Y/N and Steve became the power couple. It was King Steve and Queen Y/N. They didn’t even know if they were actually each other’s soulmates, but they didn’t care. They were happy, and that’s all that mattered.

Y/N always kept her arm hidden from Steve. She tried her hardest to make sure he wouldn’t know the words on her arm. She also avoided seeing Steve’s. She had gotten a few occasional glimpses, but not enough to actually know what a single word said. 

Their relationship became more and more as time went on. They did everything together. Even if Steve was just hanging out with the kids, Y/N would join along. They were inseparable and everyone knew it. Dustin joked that Y/N and Steve were like their “mom and dad.” Eventually, they started calling them “Mom Y/N” and “Dad Steve.”

Y/N never got involved with the whole Upside Down deal. Steve wouldn’t dare let her near a place full of such danger. Y/N always pestered him to let her help, but Steve wasn’t having it. She finally gave up, and Steve was happy.

They all sat at the Byer’s house after Joyce had called, needing a babysitter. Will had the whole group over, and anyone knew that they would be up to no good if they were left alone. 

“Do you guys think you’re soulmates?” Dustin asked Y/N and Steve as they sat in the floor and shared pizza. 

“I don’t know. She won’t even let me know what’s on her arm,” Steve said, nudging Y/N playfully. 

“Can I know?” Dustin asked, and Y/N nodded. Dustin scooted closer and shielded Steve away from seeing it. She rolled up her sleeve and Dustin took his time reading each word. He smiled after reading them, and Y/N pushed her sleeve back down. 

“That is a nice set of words,” Dustin said, moving back to his original spot. He loved the fact that he knew what your arm said, and Steve didn’t. 

“I will know, eventually,” Steve said. The conversation about soulmates died off as the boys started talking about D&D. 

Before they knew it, graduation rolled around. Y/N and Steve had been together for over a year now, almost 2 maybe. But they knew it was about to come to an end. 

As the graduates threw their caps into the air, Y/N started to cry. It was the end. High school was over. It was time to go to college and start her life, officially. Steve pushed his way through the crowd of graduates to get to Y/N. When he finally reached her, he wrapped her into a hug, pressing a kiss on her temple. 

Steve and the kids were gathered in Y/N’s driveway, helping her load the car. She got accepted into her dream college, and Steve was really happy for her. Steve had decided to stay back in Hawkins and help with the Upside Down stuff happening.

The kids each said their goodbyes to Y/N, and walked off a little, giving Y/N and Steve their space.

“You’re going to kick ass in college. You’re such an amazing, smart, and beautiful woman. I definitely had the pleasure to call you mine. I love you so, so much,” Steve said, pulling her into a tight hug. Y/N couldn’t help the tears that escaped and rolled down her cheeks. 

“I love you, Steve. I want you to promise me something,” she said, as they pulled away. 

“Anything.”

“Please, please be careful. I mean, be as careful as you possibly can be. I know the Upside Down is really dangerous, and I’ll be damned if I hear that you died because of that horrific place.” Steve smiled at the worry Y/N had for him.

“Don’t you worry your little head darling,” Steve spoke, and Y/N looked at him, speechless. She rolled up her sleeve to finally show Steve the words he’s been dying to know. 

“We really are soulmates,” Y/N spoke with a smile. Steve grinned and rolled up his sleeve. Y/N was met with the words that had just tumbled out of her mouth. Steve pulled her close and smashed his lips against hers, making sure that neither of them would forget the passion that was poured into that final kiss. 

They both knew what this meant. They had just spoken their last words to each other. They weren’t going to see each other again. Their emotions were going crazy, but they only felt two things. They felt pure joy and excitement at the fact that they are truly each other’s soulmates. But they also felt deeply broken. This was the end. Those were their last words.

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Back from the Dead

Steve Harrington x Reader

Part 7

I wish I could say things with Steve had gone back to normal. Back to the sleepovers at his house, the late night trips to the diners for milkshakes, to just being around each other as much as possible. But we hadn’t been normal. I’m not sure anything for me would ever be normal.

Over the past month or so, Steve and I have been… friends. Good friends, I guess. He came to my locker every morning to greet me, sat with me at lunch even when I didn’t feel as though I wanted to face the cafeteria, and even brought me back to his house a couple days after school. But it still felt like something was off. 

I knew it was me. I had been the one to say I fell in love with my bets friend, after all. But it wasn’t just that. I had been having more frequent nightmares in the past weeks and they had been building up, becoming more frightening with each one. I never remembered anything when I woke up, except for the fear and the panic. Often I would wake up crying, sometimes even screaming.

Hopper would be leaning over me, shaking my shoulders until I was fully awake. No matter what I did I couldn’t shake them, which is why I finally decided to just stop sleeping. It was definitely harder said then done, and more times than not I would at some point drift off during the night. 

My eyelids felt extremely heavy the next day as I dragged myself into school. It was another October day and the air was starting to feel chillier then normal. The flannel I had picked for today wasn’t heavy enough for the weather, but the walk from Hopper’s car to the front doors really wasn’t that far. Just as I was about to open the door, the sound of a loud engine echoed in the schoolyard. I turned my head to see a car whip into a parking spot before a boy got out of the driver’s seat. Girls around him immediately started to stare and talk, but I rolled my eyes and continued inside. 

A small smile came to my face as I rounded the corner and saw Steve leaning against my locker. As I walked up, he turned his head to meet my gaze and he smiled back. 

“Good morning,” he said as I opened my locker. 

“Morning,” I mused. “Hey, did you know we have a new student?”

“No, who?” Steve looked at me in confusion.

“I don’t know his name, but he acted like an ass pulling into the parking lot this morning,” I said. 

“What does he look like?” 

Just as I was about to answer Steve, I looked down the hall to see him walking in our direction. I nudged Steve with my elbow and gestured in the new kid’s general direction. Steve seemed to stiffen next to me and I nearly rolled my eyes at the masculine competition radiating off him.

“Relax, Steve,” I huffed. “You’re no longer king around here, no need to defend your territory.” 

“I’m not,” Steve looked down at me. “But you’re right, he looks like an ass.”

“I never said he looked like an ass,” I corrected. “Just that he acted like one.”

“Yeah, same difference,” Steve shrugged. 

“No, major difference,” I smiled. “He’s a pretty boy.”

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” 

“Don’t worry, Steve,” I said as I pinched as cheek and laughed. “You’re still the prettiest boy.”

“I don’t want to be pretty,” he pouted as he shoved my hand away. 

I laughed again before I closed my locker and we began to make our way to class.

Lunchtime rolled around and I stood waiting at my locker for Steve to meet me. The hallways were almost empty and I looked at the clock to see Steve was running late. Heavy footsteps made me turn my head, hoping to find Steve but instead I was greeted by the new kid. He looked as if he was going to walk straight past me, but when I turned my head away in disinterest, I heard his footsteps grow closer.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” he smirked as he leaned in a little too close for comfort. “I’m Billy.” 

“(Y/N),” I stated simply.

I slowly took a step away from him, wanting to get my personal space back, but he took another step closer. 

“Almost all the girls have been kind enough to come up and introduce themselves,” he grinned as he gave me a once over. “Why haven’t you?”

“I like to keep to myself mostly,” I shrugged, hoping he couldn’t sense my nervousness. “I also like personal space.”

Either he didn’t get my hint or ignored it because he took another step closer, effectively trapping em against the lockers. 

“What are you doing later?” He asked. 

“I, uh,” I stuttered, feeling overwhelmed. 

“She’s with me,” a voice down the hall announced and I turned my head to see Steve quickly approaching. “Back off man, she clearly doesn’t want your company.”

“I’m sure thats not true,” Billy said as he rested his hand on the locker next to my head. “You enjoy my company, don’t you?” 

Before I could answer, Steve was wedging his way between us and Billy was forced to drop his hand. I nervously gripped the back of Steve’s jacket in one hand and I instantly felt more relieved and comforted that he was here. 

“Stay away from her, alright?” Steve said. 

“You her boyfriend?” Billy asked, his glare shifting to annoyed.

“No, but that doesn’t mean she wants one.”

“I’m not looking to be her boyfriend,” Billy smirked again as he shook his head. “Get out of here,” Steve scoffed in disgust. “And stay clear of here, got it?” Billy didn’t answer, opting instead to slowly turn and walk down the hall. He turned back once and gave me a wink before he disappeared around the corner. Only once he was gone did Steve turn to look at me, forcing me to let go of his jacket. 

“You alright?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I’m good,” I nodded. “He’s an ass.”   

Steve laughed lightly before he put his hand on the small of my back and lead me in the other direction of Billy.

“‘Come and get sheetfaced?’” I read the small flyer Steve had handed me at my locker at the end of the day. “No thanks, I’ll pass.”

“Come on, (Y/N), it’ll be fun!” Steve argued. 

“No,” I laughed. “You have fun with Nancy. I’ll be home watching a horror film and shoving my face full of candy with El— Hopper.”

“El Hopper?” Steve looked at me. “Is that Spanish or something?”

“Yeah,” I chuckled nervously. “You know, like El Dorado? It’s El Hopper.”

I sounded ridiculous, but I mentally hit myself over the head for slipping up. I hadn’t done that once, but it was easy to forget that El was supposed to be kept secret. 

“Come on,” Steve huffed. “I’m sure Hopper will be working late anyways. You can eat all the candy you want any night of the year.”

“Steve,” I said, trying to get him to stop pestering me about it. 

“I’m not going to give up,” Steve said. “Come on, just have a night of being a normal teenager.”

“I’m not a normal teenager,” I pointed out. “I wasn’t even one before I was trapped in a parallel universe for eight months. I just… don’t like parties.”

I also don’t like having to see you and Nancy together, I thought. 

“One party,” Steve pleaded. “I’ve literally begged you to come with me to a party since middle school. Just this once, please.”

“Steve—”

“Please!”

“Steve, no—”

“Please.”

“Oh my god, Steve!”

“Please!”

“Steve!”

“Please.”

“Okay, okay!” I shouted, covering his mouth with my head. “I’ll go! Christ, you’re annoying as hell.”

“It worked, though, didn’t it?” Steve smirked. “What costume are you going to wear?”

“I’m not going to wear one,” I shrugged. 

“Uh, no,” Steve shook his head.  

“Well, I don’t have a costume,” I said while throwing up my hands.

“We’ll think of something,” Steve smirked. “How about I come by later and help you?”

“No, that’s alright,” I answered automatically. “I’ll figure it out.”

“Okay,” Steve said as he looked at me weirdly, the same way he always did when I didn’t let him come over. “Do you want me to pick you up?”

“No, it’s alright. I’ll just meet you there.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I shrugged. “Plus, you probably have to pick up Nancy. I won’t make you drive all over town.”

“I don’t mind,” Steve said. “You know I don’t.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you do it.”

“Fine, I’ll see you there then,” Steve said as he started to walk away to go to his car. “You better come! I swear to god if you ditch—”

“I won’t!” I assured him. 

He gave one last smile and a wave before he turned and walked out of the doors. My eyes turned to look down at the flyer in my hands and dread the night ahead.

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