steve harrington x reader fanfiction | fratboy!steve | platonic!stobin (i promise) | mentions of cheating (but it's not real cheating) | mean!steve, playboy!steve | sort of friends to enemies to fwb to lovers | slowish burn | angst | hurt ... eventual comfort
warnings: mentions of sex, fingering, heavy making out, underaged drinking, erectile dysfunction (not for hot shot tho AYEEEE 😼), angst, figuring out feelings!!, steve's pov, this is from chapter 12 so you might see similar actions :)
words: 5.4k
summary: When you find out your college roommate/friend robin buckley's boyfriend, steve harrington— who you thought beat all stereotypical frat boy odds— is cheating on her, you find it hard to understand why she still wants to be with him. But there is more than meets the eye. You aren't sure if you want to be roped into it.
a/n: oh wow... hello friends... it's been awhile. this was meant to be a tiny little blurb about the first kiss between hot shot and steve, but then dkat steve was like, BLAIZE LET ME DEFEND MY CASE HERE!!!! so, low and behold the drabble turned into a small bonus chapter and it seems that's where the others are heading too. is anyone... complaining? also please be nice... i'm a little rusty with writing and writing for dkat.
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Broken.
That's all Steve can call himself the past few weeks. Hell… the past few months. Ever since Valentine’s Day, everything was different for him. He’s really tried hard not to think about it. To think about you. But to think about it was a whole new plethora of implications: his vulnerability laid bare, his feelings metastasizing into something he can no longer pretend are manageable.
He couldn’t talk to Eddie or Robin about it. He knew Eddie would clap Steve on the shoulder and tell him to “follow his heart.” Eddie never hid the fact he was rooting for you and Steve— well he hid his comments from Robin that is. Robin, who now had Nancy. Who now had something real and fragile and worth protecting. Steve made promises to her. He might be a dick the majority of the time, but he's loyal. He has always been loyal. Who was he to make it harder for them?
He tried to distract himself. Amanda on Monday. Mary on Tuesday. Both futile. He felt disgusted with himself, guilty in a way that didn't make logical sense. You two weren't together, had never been together. But the guilt sat in his chest regardless, heavy and persistent and— fuck.
Another secret he's been carrying for two months: he's been faking it with everyone else.
He slips the condom off before they can notice, drops it at the bottom of the bathroom trash, and waits in there until he's sure they've left. He never finishes himself off afterward. He knows the only way he can is if he thinks about you, and that knowledge sits in him like something radioactive. It’s too dangerous to acknowledge directly and too present to ignore.
He can’t sleep. He tosses and turns, wondering what you’re doing, if you’re in your dorm with Robin or if that meathead is feeling you up— nope. He can’t be jealous. It’s not fair to you if he’s jealous of you messing around with other people too. Even if it’s a fucking Alpha Tau.
He doesn’t know what is wrong with him.
On Wednesday you were walking out of the library when he caught sight of you, and his entire body responded before his brain could intervene. You looked so pretty in the moonlight. He watched you laugh when you caught his eyes, your breath a small cloud in the cold air, warm and there and real. Your hand squeezed his arm when he held the door open, and then your mouth was on his neck and his hands were moving under your blouse— butter yellow, soft against his palms, genuinely so pretty on you. It drove him mad.
He always hated when the other girls left marks on him. But yours were different. Yours he'd flaunt, wearing shirts that wouldn't cover them, pretending in some parallel life that he was allowed to show off that he was yours. People assumed it was Robin. He let them assume.
Neither of you had the patience to undress properly. He'd hiked your skirt up, your legs hooking around his waist, pulling him deeper. His chain had swung against your collarbone with each thrust. His jeans bunched at his thighs. Both of you loud and breathless, the car rocking with the rhythm of it, your skin against his a sound he'd been replaying ever since.
He'd looked down at you— eyes clenched, fingers digging into his shoulders, neck arched— and dragged his tongue up the column of your throat. When he spat into your mouth and watched you swallow, the moan that tore out of him was completely beyond his control.
Sex had always come easily to him. But with you there's a challenge he keeps wanting to solve. He loves being the reason for your sounds, loves finding the specific combination of things that makes you cry out, loves the places in you that he finds and you didn't know existed. He loves how he fits inside you, the way you stretch and clench around him perfectly. He thinks about what it would feel like without a condom— like the first time. He thinks about it too often.
With you he doesn't hold back. He never has to muffle himself or perform. He just is. And that, more than anything else, is the thing that terrifies him.
He knows what anyone would tell him if he described this out loud. End it with the others. Or if he can't do that: think of you when he's with them. He's tried the second option. He's ashamed to admit it, more ashamed to admit what happens when he does.
He doesn't think of you in those moments. His mind doesn't go to anything compromising. It goes, instead, to conversations. The way you make him laugh. The particular sharpness of your wit, the patience you extend to Robin and— somehow, inexplicably— to him. More patience than he deserves and you both know it.
He thinks about how people are drawn to you and you have no idea. How they gravitate toward you at parties, on the sidewalk, in line at the library, and you move through it all like it's ordinary. He thinks about the line between your brows when you're irritable, and how badly he wants to press his thumb there and smooth it out. He thinks about how when you get mean, you're ferocious— certain and passionate and immovable— and how hours later you always go back and apologize to whoever it was. You always know what to say. He has never once known what to say.
Thursday, he tried to write off everything as stress and a bad week. This time of year is always hard for him. Nightmares. Headaches. The insomnia that arrives like a seasonal houseguest who doesn't know when to leave. He guesses he can add ejaculation issues to the list too.The anniversary of the accident, seeps in, coloring everything gray, his scars aching before his brain has caught up to what day it is.
He'd skipped his classes and gone out once for air. He told himself it was coincidental that he wandered toward the building where your class meets. That he hadn't, over the course of the past several weeks, memorized the rough shape of your schedule. That he didn't sometimes take routes that would put you at the edges of his vision, even from a distance.
Purely coincidental.
He wasn't even sure he'd say anything if he saw you. He could ask if you wanted to get lunch, take a walk— two friends, only two friends, who happened to be sleeping together. He ignored the small sharp pain in his chest at the phrasing.
When he rounded the corner and found you kissing Sammy, the guy's hands on you and yours on him, Steve stopped walking. He stood there for five full seconds. Then he turned around and went back to Pike.
He'd like to say he did the honorable thing after that. Moved on, let it go, focused on something else. He can't stop thinking about it. It's his own rule— the one he made, the one that's supposed to protect both of them— and it's eating him alive.
Which is why he snapped at Robin when she started in about Nancy. He knows it's different for them. He does. But a selfish, rotting part of him was jealous— not that he'd ever say so— jealous that at least she got to be with someone she loved without everything being underwater. He felt guilty about it almost immediately. It wasn't that he wasn't happy for them. He was. He is.
He's also drowning.
He didn't even register you asking to come in when you appeared in his doorway later. He was too busy being struck dumb by the sight of you— hair up, pink sweater he loves tucked into your light wash jeans, fresh manicure you'd probably done in your dorm with Robin. He watched you cross the room and felt his chest do that thing it does. Tighten first. Then soften, like something rigid giving way.
You touched his knee. You gave him the look that meant it was okay.
He felt safe. He always feels safe, and that is the most dangerous thing about you.
His rules dissolved and he put his head in your lap because it was the only context in which he was allowed to do that. He went limp and hoped you couldn't see his eyes going wet. He breathed you in— clean laundry, something faint and warm underneath, the specific scent he's started associating with a future he wants and can't have. He asked you to talk about your day because he could sit for hours inside the sound of your voice. You made the mundane parts of your life sound like somewhere he wanted to be.
Broken, he told you. He feels broken. He didn't tell you he wasn't sure how to fix it. Or that he suspected he knew exactly how, and was terrified of what it would cost.
After you left, the thought of you kissing Sammy returned and wouldn't stop. It moved through him in different frequencies. He wondered what your lips would feel like against his— not his neck, not the geography of his shoulders and chest, but his mouth. He wondered if the rhythm would be the same as everything else between you, that strange melodic fit, the way your bodies always seemed to find the same tempo without trying.
On the night of Mardi Tau, he'd told Robin three times he wasn't going. He couldn't. Couldn't watch you across a crowded room, couldn't watch you dance with Sammy, couldn't see your mouth on someone else's again and pretend the sight wasn't carving something out of him.
He watched from his window when your car pulled up and Eddie climbed in. It was dark outside andhe couldn't see you. His heart thumped anyway.
The car pulled away.
His heart sank.
It should be him.
.-.-.-.
Katrina was always a sweet girl. Her hair was a bit much sometimes— reminded him of when Tammy Thompson got her first perm and he couldn't see the board in Mrs. Click's class until he finally moved seats.
But she didn't deserve tonight.
Everything was going well. He did everything he normally did, and by her sounds, Katrina was enjoying herself. All while his mind kept drifting to Sig Tau. To you. His heart racing because the rumors had been circulating through Greek life all week— that Sammy really likes you.
It was all dirty touches and heat between them until he got Katrina over the edge.
But when it was his turn and she went to touch him— nothing.
He laughed it off awkwardly and told her to give him a second, spitting in his hand, trying to coax any reaction from his body. The redness crept up the back of his neck and deepened in his cheeks, not from the sex but from something worse. He kept trying. But even looking at Katrina sprawled naked on his bed, cheeks flushed, watching him with patient eyes, he still couldn't think properly.
He kept thinking about what an asshole he was. What an utter prick, to be here with a nice girl who deserved better than this. All because he couldn't fucking admit what he'd been running from all this time.
His shoulders drooped. He deflated.
"Oh my god," Katrina whispered.
Steve opened his mouth, a lump rising in his throat. "I—" Nothing came. No excuse worth saying out loud. "It's not you. I swear—"
"Oh my fucking god." She stood up from his bed. He could tell she wasn't happy by the way she moved— quick and stiff, snatching up her clothes. He saw the tears rolling down her face before she turned away.
"Katrina—"
"I am missing the biggest party of the year for this," she said, voice unraveling as she pulled her shirt over her head.
Steve stood there, still holding his limp dick, unsure whether he should wait until she left. He didn't know the proper etiquette for this situation. He'd never had anyone leave in the middle of a hookup before. Never because he couldn't get hard. He rubbed his face with one hand, trying to think.
"I'm sorry. I'm really stressed out—"
She turned around, lip quivering. "This," she hissed, motioning between them, "is what's supposed to relieve you of stress."
Steve picked up his boxers and slipped them on, feeling her watch him. Then his jeans. He looked at the floor, then up into her eyes, hoping and praying her memory of the last half hour might somehow evaporate.
It was in that humiliating moment he realized it wasn't only hating the fact you were with someone else tonight. He was too. Even though his hookups with other girls had become rare. Even with the lie he'd told you from the start— that he had a once-a-week rule— it still sent pain radiating through his chest, the particular kind that comes from knowing you're doing something wrong.
"I don't think we should keep seeing each other," he said, trailing off because he was a coward.
Katrina ticked her jaw. She sniffled once, sharply, through the hurt. He watched her shrink into herself, arms crossing over her chest, trying to make sense of something that didn't make any sense. She didn't have feelings for him— he knew that. But he could almost see the trust between them severing, clean and quiet as a cut. Without another word she picked up her handbag and walked out.
He wished he were man enough to sit with it or run after her to tell her… anything that would make her feel better. To feel the full weight of hurting someone he hadn't meant to hurt. To reckon with the ways his selfishness was splitting him apart from the inside.
Instead he got dressed quickly and put on his glasses. He needed to see you.
Not needed. Wanted. Both. He couldn't untangle them anymore.
His adrenaline was high and he ignored the beaming DON'T DO IT sign glowing right in front of him. Rules be damned. There were never really rules with you to begin with.
He smoked two cigarettes on the walk to Sig Tau without realizing it, and hadn't noticed he'd arrived until he was already pushing through the crowd outside and through the doors. He stood in the middle of the main gathering space, chest heaving, eyes scanning the room.
The scary thing was he always knew when you were there before he found you. Some magnetic pull in his chest that swung toward you like a compass finding north— maybe it was your perfume, the one you only wore when you went out. He found you before his brain caught up to the fact that he was looking.
You were alone. Relief moved through him so fast it embarrassed him.
Except you were scanning the room the same way he had been, searching for someone— Sammy, probably. Then you stopped. Hair framing your face, lip gloss catching the colored lights. He watched your expression shift. Watched your lips flicker upward. You looked exactly as relieved to see him as he felt seeing you.
He crossed the room toward you, taking you in the whole way. Gold crop top. Your purple skirt and white pumps. The line of your collarbone. But he kept returning to your eyes. He drowned in them every time and he did it willingly, like a man who had made peace with the water.
You were the most beautiful person he'd ever met. It drove him absolutely crazy.
He was so close but he needed more, and if there weren't people watching he'd have pulled you into him right there. Instead he motioned toward the bathroom tucked out of the way, the one nobody else seemed to know about.
He pulled you inside and crowded you against the counter.
"Touch me," he said. The words came out wrecked. A plea, not a request.
You started to say something and he shook his head. He said please. Said it again. Please.
And you did. You touched him exactly where he knew you'd touch him first, and he twitched and let out a breath that was equal parts relief and pleasure. His skin knew you. Reacted to you the way muscle reacts to memory— without instruction, without hesitation. He whimpered when your fingers traced along his scars and brushed through the trail of hair on his stomach.
He pressed his hips against you involuntarily. Already hard against your bare thigh.
Both of you were asking for more without saying it. You pulled his hand and pressed it against the damp cotton of your panties. His knees buckled, his weight nearly crushing you as he started working slow circles against your clit. His mouth found your cheek, breath short and ragged.
Then you were up on the counter and he was fucking you with his fingers, his cock aching against his zipper, completely engulfed in your wetness and the sounds falling from your mouth. You clutched at him. He still wasn't close enough. It wasn't enough anymore. It hadn't been enough for a long time.
He worked faster, stretching you with another finger, curling to find that spot that made your whole body shift. He could feel you shaking. He could hear the pitch of your whimpers climbing.
He rutted against your leg, moaning into your neck, until you made a sound he'd never heard from you before. He pulled back to look at you— half-lidded, mouth open— and his eyes dropped to your lips. Parted and pretty, lip gloss still sticky.
Before he could think longer he grabbed you by the head, fingers fisting your hair, and kissed you.
Then froze immediately.
"Fuck. I'm sorry. I'm sorry—"
You smirked at him. Hunger in your eyes. One finger hooked into his chain necklace, pulling him back.
Your lips crashed against his.
He grunted when you bucked your hips, grinding on his hand still inside you. The kiss was messy and filthy and open-mouthed and unforgiving, and it rearranged everything inside him. His skin felt like it was burning, the heat moving straight to his cock. But underneath all of it— underneath the want and the noise and the desperate friction— his heart was beating against his ribs in a rhythm he recognized from somewhere he'd been trying not to visit.
He couldn't ignore it this time. Didn't want to.
All he wanted to do was smile. Because he was kissing his girl. His Hot Shot. Finally.
He felt you getting close and threw himself into it— fingers moving faster, palm pressing harder. His tongue licked into your mouth because if this was the only time he got to do this, he refused to forget what you tasted like. Sweet and warm and everything kissing was supposed to feel like and never had before. Feeling you kiss him back with the same urgency, the same hunger, he whined against your lips.
You nipped his bottom lip between your teeth and let it go.
In the fraction of a second it took, he thought about your first time together. How he'd wanted to kiss you then. How he'd wanted to kiss you every single time since. He thought about how swollen your lips were now— wet from him, undone.
That was all it took. He came, pressing against your leg, letting you feel it. Letting you know it was all you.
But he doesn't stop kissing you.
Can't.
And the thing is— he knows, standing here with his hand leaving your thighs and both arms pulling you in instead— that this has nothing to do with sex anymore. It stopped being about sex somewhere between the first time your mouth found his and right now, in this dim bathroom at a party neither of you particularly wanted to attend. What he wants is not the thing bodies want. It's something older and quieter and much more frightening.
He wants to keep kissing you in the morning. He wants to know what you look like when you're half-asleep and grumpy. He wants to sit across a table from you and argue about something stupid and be wrong and have you tell him so. He doesn’t want to say goodnight, because then that means leaving. And he’s so tired of leaving.
Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling hard enough to sting, and the groan that comes out of him is helpless. It’s not because of the pain but because of the wanting underneath it, the sheer volume of it. He wraps both arms around you, one hand wide and flat across your lower back, the other cradling the back of your head, and he holds on.
You clutch at him with the same desperation and something in him cracks open. He moves his mouth to your jaw, your throat, pressing kisses into the warm skin there. He needs to touch every part of you he can reach, needs you to know he's here, he's here, he's been here this whole time.
His hands won't stop moving. One slides up your side, thumb grazing the underside of your tit through your top, and the other grips your hip hard enough to mark. He's not sorry. He wants to mark you. He wants there to be proof.
You pull his face back to yours and he comes back willingly and gratefully. If he's honest, every second his mouth isn't on yours feels like something wasted now. The kiss shifts, messier, all tongue and teeth and two people running out of ways to say something neither of them has said yet.
You slide your hands under his shirt, palms flat against his stomach, and every muscle in his body contracts under the touch. Your nails drag up his sides and across his ribs and he shudders. It’s not even from sensation but from the specific tenderness of being known. You know exactly where to touch him. You've always known.
He pulls you impossibly closer, hands roaming across your bare back, until there's no space left between you. Chest to chest. He can feel your heartbeat against his own and he doesn't know which is which. Doesn't care.
He kisses you slower this time. Still wanting, still urgent, but slower. His tongue slides against yours and he thinks: this is the problem. This has always been the problem. There is no casual version of this. There never was.
Your fingers find his belt loops and pull his hips flush against yours. He can feel the wet warmth in his jeans against your inner thigh. He makes a sound into your mouth. It’s broken and wanting and almost pained, like something has been held under pressure for a very long time and is only now, in increments, being allowed to surface.
He brings his hand up to cup your face. His thumb strokes your cheekbone with a tenderness he has no business feeling, and he knows it, and he does it anyway. You tilt your head and deepen the kiss and he thinks: I would do anything. I would blow up every rule I've ever made. I would stop being careful entirely.
The kisses slow. Gentle now. Each one landing separately, softly. Just lips resting against lips. Just breathing the same air. Just staying.
He draws your bottom lip carefully between his teeth one last time. His tongue soothing the place, and then he pulls back.
Steps away.
He looks at the floor. Then at you.
Something moves across his face that he can't stop in time. Something guilty and sad and full of all the things he hasn't said and should have, all the moments he's walked away from and chosen rules and Robin over this, over you.
He opens the bathroom door.
He leaves.
The click of the latch behind him sounds, in the silence that follows, like the loneliest thing he's ever heard.
.-.-.-.
Steve walked into the empty Pike house and the silence swallowed him whole.
His eyes were still blown wide, hair wrecked, clothes wrinkled and askew— every detail of him a confession he hadn't meant to make or even think. He trudged inside and let out a heavy breath, both hands dragging down his face like he could physically rearrange what had happened tonight into something he could live with.
He knew he'd fucked up. The only thing he could do to avoid thinking about it was sleep, which meant he was going to lie awake staring at the ceiling and think about nothing else.
He made it to his room and threw himself backward onto his bed, depleted and spent. His fingers drifted to his lips without him meaning for them to— still buzzing faintly, still warm from where your mouth had been.
A smile crept onto his face before he could stop it.
Then, as fast as it arrived… gone.
His phone rang.
He launched himself off the bed. He looked at his watch and wondered who the hell was calling at this hour. Eddie? Robin? His heart lurched sideways at the thought that it might be you. Could it be you calling to come over, to talk, to say something that would either fix everything or make it completely irreparable?
He picked up. "Hello?"
"Steveee," a voice slurred.
Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear, stared at it, put it back. "Uh..."
"Were you asleep?"
His eyes went wide. "Max? Why are you calling this late? Are you okay?"
"Stevee, I'm more than okaaay." She hiccupped.
"Are you drunk?" His voice came out protective before he could temper it. He knew he'd gotten into things he shouldn't have at her age, but he was an idiot. Max was not. He bit at the skin around his thumbnail. "Are you safe?"
"I'm at Wheeler's." The line crackled and her voice dropped to a hushed whisper. "We got into a bottle of Mrs. Wheeler's wine playing truth or dare."
Steve laughed, the coiled tension in his chest easing slightly. "Right, and are you doing a dare right now?"
"Yuuuup," Max sang.
"What is it? You supposed to prank call me or something?"
"Nope. Got dared to tell someone I love them. Dustin, the shithead he is, wanted me to probably say it to Lucas in front of everyone, because apparently I kind of suck at telling people that shit..."
Max's words drifted off.
Steve went completely still. He replayed the sentence. Made sure he'd heard it correctly. Because it was true—Max had never said that to him. Not once. Not directly. Not without enough sarcasm layered on top to make it deniable.
"Steveee, oh my god, did you die over there? Hellloooo?"
"Yeah." He swallowed hard. "I'm here. Sorry."
"Oh god, don't tell me it cut out and I have to say it again," she groaned.
He smiled at the ceiling, something loosening in his chest. "No. I heard you."
A beat of silence.
"I love you too, kid."
Max made an immediate and theatrical gagging noise. But he could still hear her smiling on the other end. "Gross, dude. You didn't have to say it back."
The quiet that followed wasn't really quiet at all. It was the specific kind of silence that exists between two people who both meant exactly what they said and know the other one did too.
"Now it's my turn to dare you to do it," Max giggled.
He rolled his eyes. "That's not how the game works and you know it."
"Maybeee. Or maybee you're scared."
"Max—"
"Steveeee," she mocked.
"I'm going to hang up now. Go be a pain to Wheeler or something." He shook his head when he heard her cackling.
She went quiet for a moment. Then: "You never called this week."
His throat went dry. He sighed, picking up the base of the phone and moving to sit at the edge of his bed. She couldn't see him, but he looked down anyway. "Yeah. I know. I got busy. I'm sorry."
Another wave of silence settled between them— the weighted kind, the kind that carries whole seasons inside it.
Steve raked his fingers through his hair.
"I don't miss him, y'know?" Max mumbled, her words soft and slurred but perfectly clear.
"Max—"
"And I know you still feel guilty, and we haven't really talked about it. But I needed you to know that."
She was right. They hadn't talked about the accident. That was probably mostly his fault—he never wanted to drag her back into bad water. He wasn't sure what to say.
"Drink water before bed. Okay?"
"Steve." His name was soft on the receiver, careful with him in a way she rarely was out loud.
"Yeah?"
"I dare you to tell me if you love her."
"Robin? Of course I love her, you know it's not like that thou—"
"No, not Robin." Max said your name.
It moved through the phone line and landed somewhere behind his sternum.
He froze. His face fell. Something cold and certain moved through his blood all at once. "Max, you know that's—I can't—why would you—she's a friend. A friend, okay?"
"Do you?" she asked again. Steady and almost sober-minded. Almost like she already knew the answer long before he ever did.
And Steve felt all the weeks of careful avoidance collapse at once.
He thought about you. He let himself, fully, for the first time in months— didn't redirect the thought, didn't shut the door on it before it could open. He let it open.
It wasn’t like a lightbulb, or a lightning bolt striking him. That was the thing about it that undid him. It didn't arrive the way he'd always assumed love would arrive. He had always imagine it to be loud and obvious and impossible to miss. It had crept in the way warmth does in a room you've been sitting in for a long time. Slow. Pervasive. Already everywhere before you think to notice.
The specific moment for him was all on Valentine’s when he saw you lying on his chest fast asleep. It overwhelmed him. It excited him. He knew it then, there was no one else. But he stayed in denial, tormented by thoughts of what it’d be like to go steady with you.
It felt like something that had always been true and was only now, under the specific pressure of Max saying your name through a crackling phone line at midnight, being acknowledged.
He carried it the way you carry an injury you've decided not to mention— working around it, adjusting your movement, telling yourself it wasn't that bad. But it had been pressing into him constantly. Heavy and specific and shaped like everything about you: the way you looked at him when he wasn't performing anything, the particular patience you extended to him that he hadn't earned, the sound of your laugh when something caught you off guard, the way the room organized itself differently when you were in it.
It felt like something that was equally killing him inside but also the thing that was keeping him alive.
He wanted things he hadn't let himself want in years. Simple things. Quiet things. He wanted to call you for no reason. He wanted to make you breakfast. He wanted, god help him, to introduce you to people and have a word for what you were to him that was true.
Instead he had rules. He had arrangements. He had you hidden away in a bathroom, holding a kiss that rearranged everything and a door he'd closed behind him anyway.
The wanting sat inside him like a lit match in a closed room. It illuminated everything, consuming itself, running out of air.
"Yeah," he whispered. "I do."
The words landed in the quiet of his empty room and he didn't take them back.
When he finally got off the phone and lay down in the dark, Steve stared at the ceiling and wondered if this was what it was like in every version of things. Every alternate arrangement of choices and timing and circumstance– did they all wind up here? Something in him said yes. Something in him had been saying yes for a while now, quietly, in a register he'd been working very hard not to hear.
No matter what he built around it. No matter how many rules he made or broke or pretended still applied. No matter the timing, no matter the cost.
(Walter "Keys" Mckey x Travis "Teacake" Meacham x fem!reader)
Summary : When Travis, your sweet boyfriend's hot neighbor, starts befriending him, what will happen after boundaries get crossed and skin gets touched? Maybe a little addition wouldn't be so bad after all...
Warnings : MDNI!!, established relationship between reader and Keys, Kinda Switch!Keys, bicurious!Keys and Bi!Teacake, strangers to friends to lovers (ish) with Teacake, a bit of backstory and then just pure smut, oral (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v (unprotected), threesome fun, Keycake (Keys and Teacake mild action), men kissing, fluffy ending. No use of y/n, reader has breasts and a vagina.
A/N : Okay, so... went absolutely crazy with this. I have no idea if it's any good since it's the first time I've ever written something like this (MMF), so please tell me if you liked it (I die for comments). I got inspired by @tellcherhesgone , @frootybb , and all the wonderful posts about Teacake x any other djoling 😵💫 Made me think of this dynamic and here we are! Keycake has fully taken over my brain, I'm afraid.
WC : 8k :)
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The hallway was dim, one of the overhead lights blinking rapidly as the dying bulb kept holding on for dear life. Travis had just gotten back from work and he was taking the trash out when he saw his neighbor – the nerdy guy with soft brown hair and glasses – get out of his apartment.
Travis approached him, feeling his usual chatty self revving up. "Hey! Um... I'm Teacake." He points to his apartment. "We're neighbors, hah. I was wonderin' what you do for work? 'Cause you always leave for the whole day and then you don't sleep when you're here."
Keys looked at him with barely masked horror, his mouth slightly open as he peered at the man over his glasses. He looked like he had just seen or heard the most disturbing thing he could think of.
Travis noticed and immediately took a step back and shook his head, his hands coming up as if to say I’m not a threat. "Woah, I didn't mean it like that! That sounded creepy." He scoffed, lowering his hands and shrugging. "S'just, your office probably shares a wall with my bedroom or somethin’, and I hear your keyboard and shit. You know, thin walls. Anyway... what's your name?"
Keys felt awkward. And almost a little scared. He had noticed how the bulkier man had swept his eyes over his frame quickly when he first approached him, and it had sent an unexplainable shiver down his spine. Keys figured he shouldn't upset him, even if the man he now knew as ‘Teacake’ appeared like he could share DNA with a golden retriever puppy. "It's fine. Uh... it's Walter. I'm a game developer." He checked his watch.
"Oh, that's dope! Man, that must take a lot of focus. Anyway, I won't hold you up any longer. Probably gotta go create cool stuff, huh? See ya." He said, suddenly feeling self-conscious after sensing his neighbor’s discomfort. Travis retreated to his apartment with a polite nod of his head.
****
Without meaning to, the encounter lingered in Walter's mind. He kept noticing Travis when he would see him around the building, and he'd give him slight nods of acknowledgment, but never more. It made the bleached-blonde man hold off from speaking to him again, sensing that Keys wasn’t interested like he might have been.
One night, Keys was cooking dinner while he was waiting for you to come to his place after work. He was making your favorite pasta dish - a creamy sauce with sun-dried tomatoes, garlic, spinach, and just the right amount of pepper and herbs over al dente orzo. But when came the time to add pepper, he picked up the shaker and found it empty. And then the back-up canister he found at the back of his pantry was also annoyingly pepper-less. He stared at it in disbelief. "Really? Who fucking runs out of pepper?"
He debated going to the store, but you'd be here in about ten minutes, and the sauce was already bubbling away. He huffed and turned down the heat to an even lower simmer before heading out of his apartment. He nervously knocked on Travis’ door.
When the man opened it, his eyes widened as he took in the sight of his neighbor he thought he had no chance of befriending standing right in front of him. Travis instantly kicked himself for not waking up earlier because he was positive he looked completely messy, and not in a hot way – his hair was still mussed from sleep and he had on a gray shirt with sweatpants that were a bit twisted on his body, his usual attire for getting ready for work. "Um, hi?"
Keys didn't look at him straight on. "Hi. I'm sorry to bother you. I'm uh... cooking for my girlfriend and I'm out of pepper. Would you, perhaps... have any I could borrow?"
Travis furrowed his brows as he crossed his arms over his chest, the motion making his biceps strain against the cuffs of his t-shirt. He noticed how Keys' attention got drawn to it before the man's eyes looked up at him through his glasses. "Who the fuck runs out of pepper?" Travis asked, mirroring Keys’ earlier reflection.
Keys chuckled and shrugged, slightly defeated. "Me, apparently."
Travis studied him a second longer before he retreated into his apartment, leaving his door wide open. Keys stayed still for a second but then entered when Travis started speaking from his kitchen. "So you have a girlfriend, huh? You been together long?"
Keys reached the kitchen and saw Travis rummaging through his cupboards. "Almost a year now," Keys said with a soft smile.
Travis grabbed his pepper container and spun around, making his hair rise up and down with the motion. "Ah! There you go. And that's nice. You’re lucky to have someone." He gave the pepper to Keys, who immediately nodded and shot him a tight-lipped smile.
"Thanks, man. I'll uh... bring it back as soon as I'm done."
Travis waved him off, cocking his head to the side as his shoulder came up. "No trouble. Actually, I'm leavin' for work soon, so... bring it back tomorrow or somethin'."
Keys nodded. "Sure. What uh... what do you do for work?"
Travis had not expected the nerdy man to ask him that, let alone show any interest in getting to know him. He leaned his hip against the counter. "Oh. I work at a storage facility. Graveyard shift. It's nothing much but they hired me, and since no one wants to do it, it pays pretty well. I used to have a similar job back in Kansas. Used to think it was pretty shitty, but when I came to Boston, it felt kinda groundin’ to have a similar job, y’know?”
Keys nodded and smiled a little warmer before leaving toward the door. "Oh, that’s cool. Didn’t know you were from Kansas. Well, have a good shift."
"Thanks, and you have a good date!" Travis said as Keys slipped out of his apartment to go finish your dinner with his borrowed pepper.
****
The night after, you were making out with Keys on his bed. Your top was already off, your thighs on either side of his lap as you kept rolling your hips over his bulge. The rough denim seam kept catching deliciously against your clothed clit as your hands were buried in his hair to keep him at that perfect kissable angle.
His hands kept roaming over your thighs, letting you do your thing, sometimes slipping under your skirt to grab your ass and pull you a little bit more forcefully against him. "Fuck, Petal... keep going. Just like that." He sounded wrecked, just the way you liked him when you were on top.
You reached for the hem of his shirt and ripped it off him before sliding down slightly, just enough so you could undo his pants and take his painfully hard cock out. "I need you, baby. Right now."
"Uh-huh, you have me. Shit..." Keys hissed as you pulled your panties to the side and sank down on him. He grabbed your waist to stabilize you, and then you started rolling your hips.
Moans of pleasure quickly began falling from your lips, your head tipping back as your hand grabbed his thigh to keep yourself propped up. Keys was in awe, looking at you like you were a literal goddess in his lap, fucking herself on his cock like he was her humble servant – just a warm rod to utilize. It made his head spin as his whines and moans got louder. "That's it... fuck. So beautiful, baby. Use me, yeah."
You cried out as he rolled his hips up to meet your movements, making his thick cock (it’s always the nerds) reach that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. At the loud sound, his gaze flicked to his desk and his keyboard, and then to that conversation with his neighbor. If he could hear the keys, then he could definitely hear this. And for some reason, that turned Keys on immensely. He didn’t know why – maybe it was that primal part of him that wanted to prove to other men how good he could make a woman feel, or maybe it was the fact that the blonde man had piqued his interest in potentially more than a friendly way, although he wouldn’t admit that.
Keys kept bucking his hips up as you grinded on him, your hand rubbing circles on your clit, until you shattered around him. "Fu-uck!" You came with a loud cry, moaning his name as you collapsed onto him and buried your face in his neck.
It only took a few more thrusts through your spasming walls for him to fill you up with his release, marking you as his. "Holy shit, baby... god, you're perfect. So fucking perfect.”
After cleaning you up and giving you a shirt to sleep in, he excused himself and told you he'd just be a minute. He grabbed the borrowed pepper from his kitchen and made his way to the door next to his.
He heard some swearing after he knocked, a little shuffling, and then Travis opened the door. His face was flushed, and he hid the front of his sweatpants behind the half-opened door. "Hey, man!" His voice sounded strained.
Keys smirked – his attitude a little cocky, or maybe self-assured, in his post-sex afterglow – and he raked his fingers through his still sweat-damp hair before raising the pepper into view. "Evening. Thanks again for the pepper, man. She really appreciated it. I owe you one." He pressed the cannister in Travis' hand, and his fingers brushed his palm a little longer than they should have. To say Travis was confused at Walter’s newfound confidence would be putting it lightly, but at the same time, he did just hear him moan and make a woman come probably like ten feet away from him. Yes, he had been touching himself to the sound. So what?
So what, he was embarrassed and he felt like Keys could see right through him.
"N-no worries. Just neighborly kindness, yeah?" Travis swallowed thickly, shuffling a little behind the door as Keys stayed glued in the same spot. They stared each other down for a second, the power dynamic weirdly reversed from their first encounters, before Travis heard your soft voice.
"Babe? Keys? Where are - oh!" You padded down the hall in nothing but the oversize shirt that reached down to your mid-thigh - let's face it, this was also oversized for Keys. You wrapped your arm around his waist, and his arm came up around your shoulder, and then you peaked at the blonde man. He looked handsome, maybe even similar to keys with his soft and big hazel eyes. But his vibe was completely different. If Keys was a neatly folded tower of plush white towels, Travis was a chaotic but somehow still standing pile of mismatched ones. The dichotomy amused you. "Everything okay?"
Before Walter could answer, Travis spoke up. His eyes fixed on you. "Y-yeah! Um... Walter here just gave me back the pepper he was missin' for y'all's dinner yesterday. Hope it was good." He flashed you a soft grin and you felt a little flutter in your chest. Interestingly enough, you could also feel your boyfriend's heartbeat under your hand and how fast it was going.
"Oh, that was you! Teacake, is it? Well thank you for that, that dish just isn't the same without it." You smiled warmly at him, your still slightly red cheeks from exertion pushing up and making the corner of your eyes wrinkle.
Travis looked at you like you were the kindest and softest person he ever met. "You're welcome," he simply said, a dazed little smile on his face.
Keys smirked again and pulled you back toward his place. "Anyway, see you around, T."
****
They started hanging out together after that when Travis had shown interest in a game he saw Keys bring home and the latter invited him in to watch. Some nights, when you came over to Keys' place, Travis would be there. The blonde man had even started waking up a bit earlier before work in favor of going to sleep earlier as well, just so they could hang out.
Most of the time, Keys was playing a video game, or cooking while waiting for you, and Travis was happy just looking at him and talking, sometimes briefly assisting him.
Once Keys figured out that he was truly harmless and indeed golden-retriever-puppy-like, he became pretty good friends with Travis. Walter was usually a nice, polite man that didn't talk that much, so he enjoyed how easy it felt with someone like Travis who seemed like they just couldn't stop the words from coming out.
And the more it went on, the more Keys loosened up – he found himself explaining gaming lore to a clueless Travis, telling him what extensions he was waiting on snatching up, and what a good game to start getting into the whole thing would be. Travis would ask so many questions, completely absorbed, until it was his turn and he'd tell Keys all about the book he was reading.
The whole dynamic worked. And you noticed it.
The way Travis' gaze would roam over Keys when he thought neither of you were looking. The way Keys would squeeze the other man's shoulder when he left for work, something he never did with his other friends.
And then, you noticed Travis looking at you, too. It made you feel hot all over. You loved your boyfriend - Keys satisfied you completely and he was so loving and caring – but you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to add the slightly bulkier man to the mix. Especially since you thought that Keys might have been into him as well, even though he had never once admitted his bicuriosity. As his very perceptive girlfriend, you just kind of knew.
One night, while you were on your way over to Keys' place, he was making risotto for you both while chatting with Travis. The blonde man saw a new figurine on Keys' windowsill, and recognition flashed in his eyes. He speed-walked toward it.
"Oh my god! That's... I don't know his name. But yeah, I remember this dude. A guy I used to fuck had the same exact one. Huh." Travis kept looking at the figurine, hands on his hips, back facing Keys, unaware that he just sent the slightly younger man into a spiral.
Keys stopped stirring the risotto for a few seconds, taken aback by Travis' casual comment. And then, because he didn't want to seem like he was surprised because he had always valued himself as an ally, he started stirring again. "O-oh yeah?" His voice came out shaky.
"Yeah! I mean, this guy was like, obsessed with stuff like that. Pretty nerdy. Kind of like you."
Keys choked and Travis turned, brows furrowed, before quickly reaching Keys and stroking his back in concern. Walter was coughing and wheezing, and Travis' warm hand on his back did not help how red his face and ears were getting.
"Hey, man. You okay? Let me get you some water," Travis said before getting into action.
Once Keys had settled and was back to monitoring the risotto's thickness, Travis spoke again. "You didn't know, huh?"
Keys glanced at Travis – who was leaning his cocked hip against the counter – before looking back into the safety of the softening rice. "Know what?"
"That I'm bi? It's actually kinda shockin' you hadn’t figured it out before, since you're supposedly a genius or whatever." He smirked and motioned toward his earrings, as if that was irrefutable proof, when Keys glanced toward him again with a scowl.
"I... I don't know. S'not really my business." Keys shrugged. "But I don't mind! It's totally fine, you know?"
Travis smiled and nodded.
Before he could say anything though, he heard the door open and you stepping into the apartment. You noticed Travis' shoes in the entry way, so you called out to them. "Hey guys!"
You greeted them both – Travis with a friendly hug and Keys with a soft kiss – and you insisted that the blonde man stay for dinner and to hang out after. It was his night off, after all.
After dinner – which was incredibly tasty and peppery – the three of you were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. Keys was laying on the L part of it, legs extended, with you tucked into his side. His arm was wrapped around you as your head laid on his shoulder, your back almost pressed to the armrest. Travis was on the other side, resting on the arm of the couch, a safe distance away. The whole atmosphere was cozy – the only light came from the TV and from a floor lamp that emitted a soft pink glow.
You had a blanket over Keys and yourself. All throughout the movie – which Keys was utterly focussed on – you kept making subtle eye contact with Travis. Every time, the two of you would offer each other a small smile and look back at the movie. At one point though, you saw how Travis' gaze seemed to roam over you... and Keys.
It started innocently enough. A few kisses on your boyfriend's neck where you could reach, your hand getting higher and higher on his thigh. You grazed his half-hard length over his sweats and his hand shot out to grab your wrist – not forcefully, just keeping you from continuing. He shot you a confused look before subtly tilting his head toward Travis. You smirked and shrugged, before starting your soft assault on his neck again.
You hummed and bit the skin gently before soothing over it with your tongue. The sound made Travis turn his head toward you and Keys, and he just couldn’t look away. The way you were basically making out with your boyfriend’s soft skin, and how your leg was coming up over his, and how the blanket was slowly falling away to reveal your smooth thighs in those pajama shorts.
Keys let his head rest against the back of the couch as he stopped holding your wrist, letting you do what you wanted. You straddled his hips – nothing too intense just yet – before you leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I think your friend might want a little show... you wanna do that?" The little tug on the hair at the base of his neck told him how turned on you were, but you were still giving him space to decide if it was something he also wanted. It made his heart ache – the consideration – as his hands grabbed your hips and started making you grind on top of him. You whined, burying your face in his neck, hidden from his and the other man's gaze.
Keys then dared to look toward Travis – his pupils completely overtook his irises from the sight. Travis was alternating looking at you, and then at Keys, his mouth slightly open in arousal. His big hand rested over his tented crotch, applying slight pressure. He jerked his chin, giving Keys his blessing to keep going in an unnervingly silent gesture for a man who usually couldn’t stop talking.
Your boyfriend slipped his hands beneath your shirt, his slightly cold fingers making goosebumps rise on the overheated skin of your sides. You pulled back from his neck and you reached for the hem of your shirt. Before you could pull it off, Keys stopped you gently. "You sure about this, Petal?"
You looked at him tenderly, and then at Travis. The latter looked wrecked, his eyes locking onto yours. You kept your gaze on him as you smirked and nodded, before fully pulling off your shirt. Your bare breasts squished together slightly as you brought your hands back on Keys' shoulders. The cold AC air kissed your skin and made your nipples harden and feel sensitive.
Keys didn’t take long to warm them with his breath as he took the left one into his mouth, lavishing his tongue over it as his hands were on your waist. “Fuck, baby…” You moaned, your fingers burying in his hair to tug lightly just like you knew he loved.
It earned a deep groan out of him. He kept worshipping your breasts with his tongue and his hands and his fingers and his teeth, while you kept grinding against his bulge. You were so lost in it that you didn’t notice that Travis had taken his cock out and had started to stroke himself slowly, watching your sinful dance closely. It’s his voice that pulled you back into the moment, making you look at him. “You like that, sweetheart? Your boyfriend makin’ you feel good?”
You whined and nodded, maintaining eye contact with the blonde man as he bit his bottom lip. He smirked and shook his head. “Words, baby. Tell us.”
Holy fuck. Your mind was impossibly hazy, already cock-drunk even though you hadn’t gotten to even taste one already. “S’good…” You slurred.
Keys chuckled and pulled back from your chest, looking up at you reverently as his hands grabbed your thighs. “Oh, honey… you like it that much?”
You looked back down at him and nodded, your eyes wide and glistening in the low pinkish light. His thumb pressed over your clit through your shorts and undies, and he felt how you were starting to soak through both layers. “Jesus, baby… you’re completely soaked.”
Travis groaned as his head fell back, his wrist accelerating the motion over his cock at the thought of getting to taste you. He knew that wouldn’t happen though. Not tonight, at least.
Keys removed you off his lap and guided you to lay back down on the couch, at the end of the L part of it. He kneeled in front of you, before hooking his fingers in the waistbands of your shorts and panties and taking them off. Your legs instinctively spread for him, and his hands found the back of your knees to hold them up. He blew a stream of cold air on your slick folds, making you clench around nothing. “Please, baby…”
He smirked, before kissing your inner thigh up to the crease of your hip. “Please what, honey?”
“Y-your mouth…” You managed to ask. And he was a weak man when you begged for him like that.
Keys placed a few delicate kisses on your belly, before he reached your center and started by tracing your folds with the tip of his nose. “You smell so perfect, gorgeous.” And then his mouth was on you – hot and wet. He licked broad stripes, gathering your arousal on his tongue before focusing his attention on your swollen clit.
Travis couldn’t really see your pussy from his vantage point, which would have made him frustrated if the sight he had instead wasn’t straight liquid sin. He couldn’t stop looking at how your back arched off the couch, accentuating the curve of your waist and showing off those perfect breasts of yours. The pink lighting made every valley deeper and every swell softer. Your perked nipples and the surrounding plush skin still looked slightly wet from Keys’ earlier worship. When he managed to shift his gaze down to the man between your legs, his breath hitched.
Keys was looking at him. While he was eating you out. His eyes were roaming over Travis, stopping on his throbbing cock being slicked by all the precum he was leaking. And when Travis noticed, he smirked. Because he finally had the confirmation that maybe his attraction toward his neighbor wasn’t as unreciprocated as he had thought.
Their eyes met – Keys looking completely pussy-drunk while you tugged on his hair, and Travis completely entranced by the display of lust before him.
The coil in your stomach was getting tighter, but you needed more. You turned your head to the side, taking in how Travis looked ready to pounce into the scene – even though he wouldn’t without Keys’ approval – and then you looked back down at your boyfriend. “B-baby?” Your voice came in shaky, through soft whines.
Keys pulled back and looked up at you with a dazed little smile. “Yeah, Petal?”
Your cheeks flushed. “Can I…?” You gestured toward Travis with your head. You couldn’t have known if he would be okay with it, but you hoped. You knew he would have been okay with a threesome with another girl after a night of drunken confessions had revealed some fantasies of yours, but with another man? That was new territory.
What you didn’t expect was for your boyfriend’s smirk to turn downright devilish. The expression was something you had never really seen coming from him – your usually caring and borderline submissive boyfriend. In reality, the idea of you being so completely his that you had to ask for his permission, and that he would be the one to decide how Travis could touch you, was one that turned him on immensely. He was definitely learning things about himself. “Aww, sweet thing… Trav, I think my girl wants to suck your cock. What do you think? Should I let her?”
Travis chuckled and scooted closer to you. “Man… I mean, if you let me touch her, I definitely won’t complain. But only if you don’t mind, of course.”
Keys let go of one of your thighs to bring his fingers to your pussy, the pads circling your entrance before he sunk two in. You arched your back and moaned his name. “Go on, man. If that’s what she wants. She’s real good at it,” he said before wrapping his lips around your aching nub and sucking it softly into his mouth.
Travis swallowed thickly before he knelt next to your head. His hand came up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, achingly gentle. “You sure you want this, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Travis… please.” Your mouth opened and you stuck your tongue out for him. How could he say no to that?
He kept one hand on the side of your face, his thumb rubbing at the joint of your jaw. The tip of his cock – a gorgeous angry red, shiny with precum – reached your lips as he grabbed the base of it with his free hand. He tapped the tip against your tongue a few times before he slowly started feeding you his length.
You hummed around him, your lips wrapping around the head as your tongue twirled around it. You kept looking up at him with your wide, pleading eyes. His voice came out lower – wrecked from lust and want. “Fuck, K-Keys… you weren’t kidding, Jesus. Your mouth is insane, Babygirl. Feels soooo good. Yeah, that’s it. Use your tongue just like that. Good girl.”
Your eyes rolled back at the praise, your jaw growing slack as Travis thrusted shallowly into your mouth. He was panting and letting out gorgeous moans, an endless river of praise and grateful comments escaping him, as Keys kept fingering and eating you out. Your boyfriend could feel how your walls were tightening around his fingers, and how you were gushing so much he could feel it trickling down to his wrist. He kept looking at you take his neighbor’s cock so well, and it made his own leak a constant stream of precum in his boxers. He pulled back to speak as he kept fucking you with his long and skilled digits. “Shit, honey… you’re getting so wet. You really like sucking his dick, huh?”
You hummed and nodded as much as you could, your hand that was still in Keys’ hair pulling on it to try and get him to resume his movements on your pussy. He chuckled and gave in, his tongue drawing lazy and wide circles as his fingers pushed up into you, exactly the way he knew would get you to come. “Come on, sweets. Mmph… show us how much you like it,” he mumbled against your folds.
Travis was looking closely at Keys’ movements between your legs, wanting to learn exactly how you liked to be touched. He saw the muscles and tendons of your legs tightening as Keys played you like you were his most cherished instrument, and his hips gave a slightly harsher thrust into your mouth. You gagged around him, your throat constricting and squeezing his tip. He moaned loudly and pulled back, letting you breathe as he rubbed your cheek and caught the tears that were slipping out. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to go that deep, baby. Y’okay?”
You just looked up at him, completely drunk off your mouth being used and your boyfriend between your legs. You moaned as you shattered around your boyfriend’s fingers, your hips rolling against his hand and his face as you rode out your orgasm. Travis looked at your face the whole time, his thumb still rubbing the side of it as his other hand stroked his cock. “Yeah, there you go. Let it all out, Babygirl. God, you’re so fuckin’ hot, s’unfair.”
Keys pulled back, slowing his fingers as he felt the last weakening twitches of your walls squeeze his fingers. “She is, isn’t she?” He kissed the inside of your calf up to your ankle before finally taking his fingers out of you. They glistened with your cum in the pink light, and Travis’ gaze was immediately drawn to them. How long they were, and surprisingly thicker than one would expect – probably from hours and hours of playing videogames and typing on a keyboard. They literally shined with your essence. His mouth watered.
Keys noticed and he presented his fingers to the blonde man. “Want a taste, Trav? She’s so sweet.” He expected the man to gather some wetness on his own finger to lick it. What he didn’t expect was for Travis to bend down and take his fingers in his mouth, looking up at him with his big hazel eyes as his flicking tongue licked them clean, a pleased hum vibrating around them.
Your boyfriend stayed frozen, his dick twitching violently in his jeans as he looked at the other man. He let it last a few seconds, his grip tightening on your ankle before he pulled his fingers out of Travis’ mouth. He swallowed hard before looking down at you, his ears completely pink. He felt as though he had done something wrong, something he should feel guilty about, and he expected to see you mad.
God, you weren’t. Your hand was between your legs, rubbing circles over your clit as you had watched the interaction between the two men with rapt attention. “F-fuck…” You moaned, your back arching as you felt painfully empty just looking at them like that.
Keys quickly undid his jeans, taking his cock out as he tried to forget what had just happened and how ridiculously turned on it had made him. “Scoot up, baby. Need to be inside you.”
You obeyed and managed to push yourself a bit further up on the couch, enough so that Keys could kneel between your legs and tease your folds with his tip, mixing your arousal with his precum. “Fuck, you look so fucking good, Petal. So perfect for… us.” He said as he pushed all the way in, giving you no time to get used to the stretch. It made you cry out in pleasure.
Travis had moved with you both, going back to kneel next to your head as he kept stroking his painfully hard cock. It didn’t take long for you to take him back in your mouth, and for him to keep showering you with praise. “O-oh yeah, like that. So fuckin’ good, baby. You like that? Takin’ both our cocks at the same time, huh? Bet you feel so fuckin’ full, Babygirl. Jesus, you look perfect like this.”
Keys leaned over you, his hands resting on the cushion on either side of your waist as he rolled his hips deep and hard. His hair was hanging in his face slightly, his mouth open as he kept moaning and whimpering every time you clenched around him. He couldn’t stop looking at how well you sucked Travis’ cock, and at how well your pussy was taking his. He brought one of his hands to your clit and started circling it. “Shit, Petal… Come for us, come on. Give it to us.”
Travis felt the elastic in his lower back tighten before you, and he started thrusting sloppily into your mouth, making you gag around him. “Fuuuuck, I’m gonna come. W-where do you want it, baby?” You didn’t want to stop to answer, so you wrapped your arm around his hips to signal to him that you didn’t want him to pull out.
He came with a loud groan down your throat, his hips twitching as he rolled them sinfully, milking himself into you. You hummed around him, and the whole of it – the taste, being used, your boyfriend fucking you and stimulating you just right – it all catapulted you toward your end as well. You gasped and moaned loudly as Travis pulled out of your mouth, his hands cradling your face gently as waves and waves of pleasure tore through your body. Your hands came up to hold onto Travis’ wrists to ride it out.
Keys’ own hips started to stutter as he felt you come around his cock, and he buried himself deep to release inside you. He could feel that he was coming a lot – his spend gushing back out of you around the base of his cock – but he couldn’t care less. “Oh god, baby…” He collapsed on top of you, kissing your chest reverently as he shallowly thrusted his softening length inside you, something you both usually enjoyed in the aftermath.
Travis let you both embrace as he sat back on the couch, completely spent. “Damn, that was… really somethin’.”
Keys chuckled and lifted his head from your neck to glance at him. “Y-yeah? Don’t tell me your speechless now,” he teased, a soft smirk on his sweaty face.
Travis laughed as well, before he got up. “Let me go get you guys a towel or somethin’.”
****
Keys and you debriefed after that first night and you both agreed that you had enjoyed it quite a lot. You explained to him that it had been a fantasy of yours, and he tried to articulate how he had loved sharing you, even if he didn’t fully understand why. You also made a casual comment about how hot you found two guys being together. It was a throwaway comment, so he didn’t answer, but his ears grew pink.
The next time it happened was about a week later. You had talked with Travis about it – if he wanted it to happen again – and of course he had accepted. For him, being intimate with both a man and a woman felt like everything he ever wished for in life – his holy grail. Of course, he didn’t know if Keys wanted to do stuff with him too, but the way he hadn’t immediately recoiled when he had sucked his fingers told him that maybe there was a chance.
So that’s how you ended up here, your back to Travis’ chest as he reclined on the headboard of Keys’ bed. You were laying back on him between his legs, your own spread wide as his rigid length pressed against your lower back. The blonde man’s hands were grabbing your tits and rolling your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, his mouth trailing sloppy kisses down the side of your neck. As for Keys, his cock was moving in and out of you as he fucked you slowly, his eyes drinking in the sight of you completely fucked out between the both of them.
You heard Travis speak just behind your ear. “Feels good, baby? Do you like how good your boyfriend’s cock feels inside you?”
You whined and nodded, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. Travis hooked one of his legs over yours to stop your movements. “Nuh-huh, Babygirl… gotta take it like a good girl, yeah? You’re being so good for us, don’t start now, mm?”
You nodded and stopped your movements, soft mewls and whines coming out of you as you kept looking at Keys slowly fucking into you. “There you go. S’not so hard, huh?” Travis’ hand left your breast to brush down your stomach before he found your swollen and slick nub. It slotted perfectly between his fingers as he started drawing slow circles over it. “Just let us take care of you, s’all we want. Right, Keys? Don’t we want to make her feel good?”
Keys nodded as he kept his slow pace. “Exactly, Trav.”
Your head fell back against his shoulder, letting the dual sensation wash over you. But they were going just slow enough for it to have you feeling fucked out but not enough to come. And they both knew it.
Travis was looking at Keys, and their eyes met before the man wearing glasses looked back down at your face. The blonde man’s hand started going lower toward your entrance – which was getting split open by Keys’ cock – and his fingers spread between his index and middle one to frame it. And then, they made contact with Keys’ length as it dragged in and out of your wet warmth.
Keys looked up again to Travis, who knew exactly what he was doing, and his hips stuttered. He felt his ears grow pink, but he couldn’t deny how much he liked it. He started picking up the pace, his hands tightening where they were gripping you on your body. “Fuck, yeah…” He groaned. “Just like that.”
You could feel what was happening and it made you clench hard around your boyfriend’s dick, the palm of Travis’ hand rubbing deliciously against your clit. “I’m… so close…” You whined.
Travis cooed and bit your shoulder gently. “Yeah, Babygirl? Wanna come all over Keys’ cock?”
His fingers tightened around the other man’s shaft, making him hiss and whimper, his head falling backwards as he looked up at the ceiling. “Jesus Christ… come on, Petal. Let go, baby. We’ve got you,” he moaned, his eyes falling back to look into your fucked-out ones.
You shattered completely, your orgasm moving like molten sugar through your limbs. “K-Keys! Fuck... Trav…” You kept moaning both of their names as they helped you ride it out – the two men completely focused on making it good for you. Travis was praising you – his mouth rambling like it usually does – between soft kisses to your skin he could reach.
Keys slowed his thrusts and pulled out of you – he had no idea how he managed not to come as he felt Travis’ fingers graze his tip – before shifting back and leaning over you, kissing your stomach sweetly. “Love you so much, honey. You’re perfect.”
The pair let you catch your breath for a second, before you realized that you were the only one that had reached your peak. Oh, that simply wouldn’t do.
You shuffled out of their grasp to kneel on the floor. “Can I suck both of you off?”
Travis chuckled as he took a pillow from the bed and gave it to you to kneel onto. As you shifted onto it, Keys spoke up as he stood in front of you with Travis. “I don’t know, Petal…” His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb brushing your lower lip. “Can you?”
You huffed and rolled your eyes before looking back up at the both of them, their hard lengths bobbing in your face. “May I? Please?”
“Of course, sweetheart.” You didn’t hesitate. You took them in your hands, stroking them and twisting your wrist with every motion. You first took Keys’ cock in your mouth, twirling your tongue around him and using just the slightest bit of teeth on his head, just like you knew he liked. “Fuck, that’s it, honey. Always so g-good with your mouth.”
He got so lost in it that he didn’t register how Travis was now pressed to his side until the older man’s arm wrapped around his waist, his hand splaying out on Keys’ hip. But he didn’t care – not when you felt this good around him and when his hand was buried in your hair, holding on for dear life.
You then pulled back and took Travis’ cock in your mouth as you kept stroking Keys’. You opened your mouth wider while you bobbed your head, letting spit fall out onto him, knowing how the blonde man enjoyed a messier blowjob from some of the filthy conversations you had had in between your encounters. “Jeeeesus Christ. Fuck me, baby. Can’t believe you’re doin’ this t’me. Feels so fucking good, so warm…” He turned to Keys, his gaze fixing on his mouth. “Fuck… Thank you, man.”
Keys’ eyes dropped to the other man’s lips, his tongue darting to subconsciously lick his own bottom one. He didn’t know what came over him, but he leaned in, and Travis met him halfway.
Their lips met in a heated kiss – not gentle in the slightest. Keys hummed as he sucked and nipped at Travis’ lower lip, and the other man parted his lips. It turned deep quickly, Travis’ hand fisting into the nerdy man’s tousled hair and pulling him closer, his nose bumping into the frame of his glasses.
You pulled back from Travis’ cock and took in the sight, completely mesmerized as the two men made out over you. You could feel your arousal pool between your legs again, dripping down your thigh. “Fuck, you look so hot…” You took Keys back in your mouth and you felt him twitch, his hand back in your hair as he shallowly thrusted in and out. Once, twice… and then he came down your throat. He gasped, pulling back from kissing Travis and looking down at you, his mouth open in pure ecstasy. “F-fuck, baby!” He moaned your name as you swallowed everything he gave you, tears blooming at the corners of your eyes and falling down your cheeks.
He pulled out of your mouth, his cock softening as he reached down and grabbed your elbows to bring you back up to your feet. He kissed you fiercely, his hands almost shaking as he held your face. “I love you so much, Petal.”
You beamed and giggled. “I love you too, baby… it was so hot looking at you kiss like that.”
He smiled, his cheeks turning red from embarrassment and lingering arousal. “Yeah?”
You nodded before looking at Travis. “And you, sir, still didn’t get to come…”
Travis smirked, his hand wrapping around his cock as he looked over at Keys, then back at you. “And do you have somethin’ in mind to help? I’ll take anythin’ I can get, Babygirl.”
You looked at your boyfriend with pleading eyes. “Baby… May he fuck me, too?”
Keys’ mouth pulled into a smile before he nodded, motioning toward the bed. “’Course, Petal. How do you want him?”
You squealed and reached for Travis’ hand, pulling him toward the bed. You pushed him down on his back before you straddled his hips, taking a hold of his rigid shaft and teasing the tip between your folds. His hands found your hips as you sank down on him, his eyes drinking you in greedily as you both moaned in unison. Your head fell back before you felt your boyfriend’s hand cradle it gently. “That’s it, baby… ride him like that. Show him how amazing it feels to worship you.”
You started grinding down on him, chasing your own pleasure as Travis looked up at you in awe. His grip on your hips kept tightening and loosening, his own slowly meeting your movements and intensifying your bliss. “Holy fuck, sweetheart… you’re a goddess like this. Look at you, oh my God… I’ve been dreamin’ of this since I saw you grind on him that first night, wishin’ it was me under you, just like this. Fuck, you’re drivin’ me insane.”
“Feel so good inside me, Trav. S-so deep- oh!” Keys was now kneeling next to you and his fingers we’re circling your clit, not caring when the tips of them caught onto Travis’ cock or when the backs of them felt his coarse bush with each of your thrusts.
“Come on, Petal. You gonna come all over his cock, mm? Show him how good you’re feeling right now?” He whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.
You nodded vigorously, the pressure in your lower stomach building sharply until it tore through you. “Y-yes! I’m coming! Fuuuuck!”
Travis kept your tired hips moving back and forth with his hands as he kept bucking up into you. “Sh-shit, Keys, can I come inside her?” The rhythmic spasming of your walls was proving to be too much for him.
The man pushed up his glasses and nodded – eyes almost watery from how beautiful he thought you looked in that moment of pure liquid pleasure. “Y-yeah, fill her up.”
“Thank you. Holy shit, thank you, baby! Fuck!” He shot rope after rope inside you, painting your insides white as you collapsed forward onto his chest. His arms immediately wrapped around you and held you to him, his stomach still tensing from the pleasure slowly dying down. He whimpered loudly under you as he came back down from his high.
His deep breathing made you rise and lower softly on his chest, his lips pressing against your temple gently. “You okay, sweetheart?”
You sighed happily and nodded, burying your face deeper in the hair on his pecs. Travis smiled softly as he looked up at Keys, who was lovingly brushing his fingers through your hair.
Your boyfriend spoke up then. “You did so good for us, Petal. So perfect.” Travis hummed in agreement.
They both helped you get up on your wobbly legs, leading you toward Keys’ bathroom. They took turn gently washing you in the shower, their hands soaping up your wet skin and erasing the traces of lust and possessiveness from the evening. Well, the ones they could erase.
Once you were dried and dressed – in your panties and Travis’ shirt – and once they also were, you all laid down on Keys’ bed. Your boyfriend was on his back, your head laying on his chest and your leg over his, while Travis spooned you from the back, his arm resting over your waist and his hand splaying on Keys’ belly.
It felt so easy – you sandwiched between them, warm and safe and satisfied – as your boyfriend looked like he had finally gotten to explore a side of himself he never thought he would before. He smiled at you lovingly, kissing your forehead and squeezing your shoulder as his free hand intertwined with the blonde man’s hand on his stomach.
Travis kissed the nape of your neck as he squeezed Keys’ hand, and then he spoke up, the low lighting giving him courage as if he was a child believing a blanket could protect him from monsters. “I uh… this feels really special to me. You both, I mean. S’not just sex, or whatever. Feels deeper than that. Like you both have accepted me for who I am and welcomed me in and-“ He huffed softly. “I care about you guys a lot.”
You looked up at Keys, and the way his eyes were soft and swimming with recognition gave you all the answers you needed. You turned in his grasp, facing Travis to cup his cheek as Keys pressed himself against your back. “We care about you too, Trav.”
Your boyfriend nodded as he looked at him over your shoulder. “We do…”
You kissed him softly and he melted into you. This was enough for now – the quiet realization washing over you three that maybe, even if it was unconventional, this could simply… work.
A/N : I decided to keep my taglist general for all my work like it was supposed to be originally, so I'm really sorry if you only wanted to be tagged in the second part of Anonymous help! You can always comment or dm me if you want to be taken off, no hard feelings! 💜
summary: after discovering that smashingkeys69 was actually your coworker, you have your first in-person encounter
warnings: MDNI +18, cursing, kissing, making out, a bit of asshole keys, public? sex, mention of nudes, nipple play, dirty talk, fingering (f receiving), edging, teasing, p in v, unprotected sex, riding/cowgirl, big dick! keys
w.c.: 4,2k
author's note: once again, of course, for juls who always reads this first and comments and makes me laugh and and and. this is technically not proofread. i don't have much more to say other than im not very content with this one but needed to get it out of the way after so long.
that morning you almost didn’t go to work, having even come up with a fake cold and typed out the email before deciding against it. the thought of having to face keys after what had happened the day before made you nauseous.
the image of his face falling and the sound of his “oh, fuck me” when he realised exactly who you were sat low in your stomach. you hadn’t been able to sleep because of it. every time you were about to drift off it came back to haunt you, and not in a good way.
it was his tone and the way he had avoided you the rest of the day, as if he was pissed off that all this time you were the one behind the screen. as if you yourself hadn’t also been flabbergasted when realization hit you.
so yes. having to seat across from him, work with him, talk to him right now was the worst thing that could happen to you.
but you weren’t going to let him win on this one.
thus, as you walked into soonami and your eyes inadvertently looked for him just to not find his mop of hair anywhere, you smiled. especially when you made your way over to your desk and noticed he wasn’t on his chair and his computer wasn’t on. maybe you had won and he would be the one to not show up today.
weak, you thought and sat down while pulled out of your bag your little notebook, reading your to-do list for the day.
an hour passed and you had even forgotten keys wasn’t nowhere to be seen. still, it didn’t last long.
your eyes were too focused on the screen as your fingers flew over the keyboard. so much that you almost didn’t notice when someone placed a mug on your desk. the sound of the clay against the glass of the desk pulled you away from the code you were working on as you took notice of it. it was your mug that you always left at work, filled to the rim with burning coffee.
you lifted you head and saw him sitting down in front of you. the only thing you could see was the poker expression on his eyes, barely visible above the monitors that separated you. he didn’t look at you.
the grip on the white mug was stopped by the feeling of something more rough on it. turning it around, careful not to spill its content, you noticed a light blue sticky note on its side.
you peeled it off and read it, stay late tonight?
you know all too well what he wanted to stay late for. you knew it ‘cause you had thought about it too.
your fingers seemed to have a life of their own as they reached for your phone, unlocking it and opening your chat with the one and only smashingkeys69. the last messages from yesterday stared back at you, sent just before both of you stepped out of the bathroom and came face to face with each other.
smashingkeys69: ill text u tonight
you: deal
he hadn’t texted you that night. of course he hadn’t. keys was just as embarrassed about the whole thing as you were; however, he didn’t look too embarrassed right now. his leg went up and down again and again, anxiously waiting for your answer.
you: im not fucking u
you took the coffee and sipped, staring at him as he got the notification from you.
smashingkeys69: good
smashingkeys69: cause thats my job
your legs pressed together from the rush of excitement that went through your body at having him so near. sending you texts like the ones he had sent you had multiple multiple times before from that exact desk. the only difference was this time you had finally put a face to the username. a pretty one.
you: if u think ill get naked for u in a bathroom stall at work youre insane
smashingkeys69: then lets go somewhere else
smashingkeys69: a closet
you: no
smashingkeys69: okay then here
you: theres cameras everywhere
smashingkeys69: not in antwans office
the crinkle in his eye and slight smirk as he stared at you, waiting for your reaction, told you all you needed to know. you wouldn't be going home early tonight.
—
when the last of your coworkers left the office, keys wasn’t around. you turned off your computer and sat back in your chair, debating whether you should send him a text or not. but just as you started to think he had ditched, he appeared, arms swinging by his sides as if you hadn't been waiting almost ten minutes for him.
keys stopped in his tracks when he saw you still sitting at your desk, like he hadn’t expected you to still be there “you stayed,” he said incredulously, more to himself than to you.
and for some reason that you did not understand, it pissed you off. “where the fuck were you?” you asked. there was a sharp ting in your voice that surprised even you, not really meaning to snap at him, but the irritation you felt was stronger.
“i was in the kitchen getting a coffee,” he pointed his thumb over his shoulder to the tiny room. his brows furrowed in confusion and you didn’t know if it was because he expected you to know or because it was obvious, “you’re here.”
you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “what? would you prefer i’d left? you were basically begging me to stay late,” you got up and started to tidy up things around you that didn’t need to be tidied up, just an excuse to keep you busy and not stare at him for too long. your keyboard, your planner.
“oh my god what has gotten into you?” he questioned in between giggles as he walked to his own desk, right in across yours, and tidied up his own place. of course he founded your irritated state funny. sometimes it was everything he was good at, riling you up.
“you’re wasting my time, that’s what’s happening,” you opened and closed drawers with no real purpose.
“wasting your time? don’t be so dramatic now, it’s friday where else would you be?” keys threw his arms in the air.
“I- look, are we doing this or not?” you leaned forward and rested your hands on the wooden table.
keys didn’t answer. instead he let his gaze fix on your face, trying to decipher if you were actually pissed off or just trying to play difficult. he couldn’t figure it out. he knew there was a little something in your tone that told him he was so close to getting shut down. so, he didn’t try to test his own luck by doing anything else that could add to it. his legs suddenly got a life of their own as they got farther away from his desk, rounded it and got closer to yours.
your body didn’t move, but you let your head turn and look at him once he stopped next to you. one. two. three. four. you counted the moles on his face, and you could’ve continued if it hadn’t been for his touch.
keys lifted his right hand and hovered it on the side of your face, millimeters away. so close that the coldness of his palm got to you. you knew his eyes were on your lips, only because you could sense them but also ‘cause yours were on his just the same. and after a few seconds of hesitation, he whispered a tiny okay just to grab you by the nape of your neck harshly, and finally kiss you.
it’s not that it caught you by surprise, you knew it was coming; yet, you weren’t prepared for how good his lips would feel against yours. they were softer than they looked as they worked over your top lip, which was weird given how much he bit them.
your hands finally left the wood, a silent permission for him to touch you. keys’ hand left your neck to travel down your back and rest on your hip, just as the other one had been doing. and with a swift motion he lifted you up, sitting you down on top of your desk. the unexpected movement and the brush of his thumb on the side of your neck got a low moan out of you, but it was lost in between your mouths.
it wasn’t a careful kiss, it was heated and rushed, sweeping away all that was not him and you from the room. you savoured the lingering taste of coffee on keys’ mouth. when your lips slightly parted for the smallest breath he let his tongue crash into yours, but not before he dragged it across your lower lip.
you opened your legs to give him more space as you let the tips of your fingers get under his shirt and roam over his back, pulling him even closer.
you were both too high on the moment to realize the danger of what you were doing, and especially where you were doing it. the possibility of someone walking in at any given moment didn’t cross your mind, even less so when keys released your lips to instead kiss the sensitive spot behind your ear that you had told him about many times before over text.
he bit the thin skin and grunted against it when you dragged your nails down in response. it wasn’t until keys started fumbling with the button of your jeans that reality hit you, and you hit it back by trying to push him off.
“keys” you attempted to get his attention.
“mhm- what?” his hot breath against your damp skin from his own saliva made your entire body shiver.
“we-” as much as you didn’t want to, you stopped torturing his back and instead grabbed his shoulders, making him stop at last, “we said not in here, remember?”
“right. yeah.” he sighed and helped you get down from the desk. his hand wrapped around your wrist, making you follow his steps across the open-floor office until you reached antwan’s door.
“are we really going to antwan’s office?” you whispered for no real reason. there was no one else around but you two.
keys abruptly stopped in his tracks and you almost crashed into his chest as he turned around to face you. “you’ve got a better idea?” he snapped.
“not really, but maybe-” you were trying to find another solution but he cut you off.
“listen,” he was hovering over you, and right then and there you realized for the first time how good he smelled, a musky scent that was not too soft but also not too hard, just the right amount of intensity on it to pull you right under. “i’ve been thinking about this since the first night i texted you and i really, really need to fuck you,” his pupils were dilated, almost the entirety of his eyes was black as they went back and forth over yours.
you didn’t answer, there was no need to. if you were having second thoughts about fucking your coworker, they all slipped away at the neediness of his words, and that at the end made you take over. the cotton of his shirt was delicate inside your fist as you opened the door and pulled him by the collar, slamming your own back against it to close it.
keys was back on you immediately, going straight for your neck and getting his hands on your ass. he took his sweet time nipping at it and you didn’t know how much longer you could wait. he seemed to get the memo when you hooked your leg around him and tried to get some friction where you needed it the most. keys, desperate on his own end, tapped the side of your other leg, signaling you to jump, and you obliged.
“i’m taking you to the chair” he announced as if you would’ve been capable of denying him.
he carried you over to the place where your boss sat everyday and from where he gave stupid orders that you almost never followed.
keys let your feet hit the floor before flopping down on the leather. you watched him unzip his pants and lift his hips to get them off, he kicked the pool of fabric to the side with his feet. there was nothing you could do but stare at his already too tight underwear that covered his growing bulge, and prevented you from seeing what you had appreciated before through photos. the image of the dick picture he had sent you the first night you sexted came to your mind. you hadn’t forgotten how big he was, but it was different having it so close.
“are you sure?” keys asked when he noticed you too focused on what he was hiding.
“i wouldn’t have stayed if i wasn’t sure,” you came closer to him, undoing the button of your jeans and letting them fall before stepping out.
keys’ gaze went directly to your black panties, barely visible under the sweater you were wearing. he licked his lips before speaking. “come here” the words were accompanied by the motion of his hands which hit his own thighs two times, signaling you to sit on top of him. the order turned you on even more and you could practically feel goosebumps make way all over your body.
you did as he said and climbed on top of him, resting your knees on each side of his legs and purposely let your core rub against his boxers.
“fuck-“ he cursed as his head hit the back of the chair and his eyes closed at the sensation he had been waiting so long for. keys forced his eyes open, there was a fire on them that hadn’t been there two seconds before, as though your movement switched something on inside of him that had been dormant until that very moment.
he cupped one side of your face and kissed you hard, again. his lips hit yours with desperate force, his tongue pressed against your top lip, asking for entrance that you instantly gave, meeting it inside.
the kiss was pure need. the only sound heard in the room was your heavy breathing while you started to crave more.
trying to satisfy yourself, you broke the kiss and rolled your hips against him. the motion made your clothed chest crash against keys’ chin.
“i wanna see your tits” he begged, cupping them over the wool that covered them.
you nodded before agreeing with words, “take it off”
he took your sweater along with your tshirt off of you. keys moaned at the sight of your boobs spilling out of your bra, he wasn’t patient enough to let you unclasp it, and instead pulled the straps down your arms until they were completely free and let the piece of underwear rest on your waist.
the moment full of craving was interrupted by a rather sweet one when keys dropped his head down and left a trail of kisses on the valley between your breasts; however, it didn’t last long before he got his mouth on your left nipple.
“keys” you moaned and racked your hands through his hair, tugging on his brown messy locks. his tongue flicked over your bud while he pinched your right one between his index finger and thumb.
“you wanna know what i did last night?” he said against your skin and sucked hard in a way that would leave a mark that wouldn’t disappear for days.
“wh- what did you do?” it was hard to speak when all you were concentrated on was the feeling of his tongue dragging over you.
“i read our conversations,” he stopped playing with your tits to look you in the eyes, heavy breathing. “thinking about all the times you were just a few feet away from me, getting off to me, touching yourself how i was telling you to do…” he trailed off, almost like he was imagining it right then and there. “if i had known it was you-“
“what would you have done?” you nodded your head and touched his nose with yours, teasing him.
“i would’ve fucked your bitchy attitude out of you so much sooner,” he grabbed your thighs and pressed you down against him.
“what’s stopping you now then?” you tried to move but his hold on you was too firm.
“can’t a man enjoy what he has been waiting for for so long?” he joked with a smirk plastered on his face, and you giggled. “you gonna ride me?”
you attempted again, in vain, to grind against him, “i don’t care how, i want you inside me”
but he wasn’t done with his teasing. “you gonna show me you aren't all talk?” his thumbs made circles on your sides as the rest of his hand got under the elastic of your panties.
“i need to feel you keys” the way he was dragging it on was infuriating and cruel.
“i just wanna play with you for a bit first,” you grunted, you were running out of patience and he smiled. “you gonna let me play with your pussy?”
you felt his fingers slowly making their way to your front, and as much as you would’ve liked to have been able to get back at him, it was too much. so, you caved in “yeah”
keys didn’t need more confirmation to get his hand under your underwear. you jerked and hissed at the coldness of his fingers on you, he parted your lips with two of them and the slight rub of his palm close to your clit got you gasping for air.
“so wet,” he teased your entrance with slow, agonizing circles. “i bet you’ve been like this since this morning, haven’t you?” keys let the tips of two of his fingers get inside of you, and somehow that was worse than nothing.
“dont flatter yourself” you spat at him. the sudden attitude made keys push the rest of his two digits into you. “shit-“ you screamed.
he started pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm. keys found pleasure in watching your head hang back with your mouth open and hearing tiny whimpers escape it, knowing he was the reason for them. knowing that he was making you feel good enough to bless him with your sounds. he wondered how many times it had happened before and he wasn’t there to hear them.
“go faster” you pleaded, breathless.
he sped up and started to rub your clit with his thumb, alternating between circling motions and just pressing on it, “like that?”
“yeah- fuck!” keys curled his fingers. “yes like that” you encouraged him to keep going and pulled his head back by his hair, exposing his neck where your mouth found its place, moaning against his jaw “i’m close”
the disappointment was instant.
keys took his hand away from your pussy and lifted it to his face, sucking his digits clean of your arousal. you felt empty the moment he stopped fingering you, but seeing him taste you made it worse. you felt jealous of his own mouth for having his fingers inside. “no, not yet,” he basically made fun of you.
“what the fuck!?” you hit his chest with your fists. you were still trying to catch your breath.
“you said you wanted me inside of you,” he tried to kiss you but you dodged it. “come on,” he rolled his eyes and squeezed your waist over the bra you never got totally off.
“you were inside of me,” you argued like you didn’t know exactly what he meant.
“but i want you to come on my dick,” his erection was pressing on your ass, he felt so hard that it was impossible to not be aware of it, but you had been too focused on your own high to notice it before.
it took everything in you not to look at him, knowing damn well that he probably had his puppy eyes on — a certain trait of him that you had caught on as soon as you started working together — but you did it, looking over his shoulder at the city through the window, the sun just minutes away from fully setting.
two minutes, maybe three passed and neither of you had moved. both of you were too stubborn.
until keys couldn’t take it anymore. your body tensed in anticipation the second it felt his hands travel from your waist to your pussy again. he stopped right above the wet spot on the dark fabric and searched your eyes with his own. you weren’t strong enough and stared right back, a silent agreement crossing your minds as you slightly lifted yourself off of him, so as to make way for him to grab your panties and pull them to the side.
“put it in,” he demanded, helping you up with his free hand on your ass.
your fingers sneaked under the waistband of his boxers; but not before you let them get a feel of his happy trail you were too aware of. after freeing his dick, you grabbed his length on your hand and started to jerk him off as best as you could from that angle.
keys’ hold on you hardened when your thumb rubbed his pink tip, smearing down his precum and getting him ready for you.
you decided to get back at him for his teasing by dragging his tip through your folds twice.
“fuck” he moaned.
once his dick was coated with your arousal, you lined him up with your entrance, ready to have a part of him inside of you again. slowly, you lowered yourself down, and keys let out a groan. there were still a few inches left; yet, you stopped. “shit,” you cursed at nothing. “i can't sit yet,” you told him, overwhelmed by his size.
“it’s okay,” he assured and you hugged him by the neck to try not to fall apart. without a warning, you sat down, taking the rest of him all at once. “holy fuck-” keys screamed in your ear.
“oh my god,” you said at the same time. the stretch burned you in the best way. you could feel him everywhere even if you were not moving.
you rolled your hips forward carefully, trying to get used to the feeling of all of keys inside you. for a moment all you could hear was your own heart beating and the unmistakable sound of skin moving against skin, with your face resting on the crook of his neck.
until he took your hair in a makeshift ponytail and got you out of your hiding spot with a not-so-gentle tug. “look down,” he told you. his dick was buried deep inside of you and there was no space left in between your bodies. “look how i'm filling you up,” keys pressed the heel of his hand on your lower stomach and you swore in that moment you could see stars as your vision got blurry from your watering eyes.
“it feels so good, keys” you managed to say and increased the pace. you began jumping up and down on his cock, all the pain you had felt at first had been replaced with complete ecstasy.
“just like that- you’re so good for me,” his praises made your walls clench “fuck- and so tight” he was again working on your clit, two of his fingers rubbed it relentlessly, sending a shock wave through your spine. “so much better than i imagined”
a knot was forming low on your abdomen and it was clear you weren’t going to last much longer, especially not since you had been so close before with just his fingers, “i’m gonna cum”
keys started to meet you halfway, pounding into you. “come for me, i can feel you want to- you almost came on my fingers now come on my dick” he cried your name out over and over again with each of his thrusts “fuck- fuck- fuck- let me feel how soaked your pussy gets“
the chair creaked under your bodies and if you hadn’t been so drunk on his dick you would’ve worried about breaking it. but in your head there was only keys, and when he hit that special spot inside of you that sent you over the edge, you let go.
“oh- keys,” your pussy squeezed around him as you reached your high and you fell on his chest, spent.
the warmth of your climax, and the clenching and unclenching of your walls as you came down did it for him. “i’m coming, shit- i’m coming,” keys’ broken cries echoed all over the room as he spilled inside of you, incapable of pulling out in time.
his arms wrapped around your middle as he held you close, your chests rose and fell as if you had just ran a marathon. you rested your sticky forehead on his and closed your eyes.
“same time on monday?” keys asked, still trying to catch his breath, and you laughed.
a million little times (that's the things about illicit affairs)
prologue: "born from just one single glance"
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
chapter summary: when you first met steve harrington, you had no interest in him, but once you get to know him, you can't help but form a bit of a crush on him, and as the years go on, that crush seems to grow into something more. the only issue? steve is four years older than you.
chapter tags/warnings: there are no romantic interactions between steve and the reader in this chapter other than her crush on him. age gap (4 years), stranger things seasons 1-5, mentions of blood and violence and death, unrequited love, underage drinking, alcohol, hospitals, lil childhood crush, references to bad relationships with parents, uhh monsters and kidnappings and basically everything that happens in the show butttt a few things change. el lives!! references to henderhop and byler (which will be canon later idgaf).
steve has no romantic interest in the reader when she is a minor. that’s weird as fuck.
word count: 19.4k
series masterlist , spotify playlist
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The first time you met Steve Harrington was in Hawkins Memorial Hospital.
It was July 1976, you were five years old, almost six, he had just turned 10. He had fallen off of his bike and broken his arm, and you were waiting for your dad to come pick you up while your mom started her shift as a nurse.
You and Steve had been sitting next to each other in the Emergency Room, his arm in a brand new cast, and you swinging your legs over the edge of your seat.
You had spoken to him, asking if his arm hurt or what happened, and Steve had told you.
Neither of you remembered that moment, but when you think about the first time you met Steve Harrington you still think about Hawkins Memorial Hospital, but for a different reason.
The night of November 12th, 1983, or maybe it was the early hours of November 13th, your friend Will Byers had finally been found after spending a week trapped in a dark, alternate dimension you and your friends had dubbed ‘The Upside Down’.
You were 13 now, the oldest of the party (beating Lucas by a whole 4 months), and Steve was 17.
After you had spent the night chased by government agents, and evil scientists and literal monsters, and after you had watched your new friend Eleven – El – die.
You and your friends had been cramped into the hospital waiting room, hoping to see Will when he woke up. Lucas and Dustin had been passed out, leaning on each other, and your head was on Dustin’s shoulder as you slept too.
Steve Harrington was also in the waiting room, sitting between a snoring Ted Wheeler and the door. His face was bloody and bruised as he stared at a blank spot on the floor ahead of him.
At this point in time, you didn’t know Steve. You knew of him, that he was a douchebag high schooler, that people called him ‘King Steve’, and that he was dating your friend Mike’s older sister, Nancy.
That night is when you think you met Steve Harrington for the first time.
You didn’t see him very often after that, maybe a few times at the Wheeler household when he was hanging out with Nancy and you were there to play D&D in the basement with your friends, sometimes you’d both be seated at the dinner table, but that was about it.
You didn’t really care about Steve then, he was just some guy – an asshole – who was dating Nancy, and nothing else.
That is, until the beginning of November, 1984. Just days after Halloween, after meeting Max Mayfield for the first time, and after Will’s episode on the field at the school.
You’ve always been closer with Dustin and Lucas than you have been to Mike and Will. In fact, out of all of them, you always considered Dustin to be your best friend.
That might be why you answered his code red that morning, while Lucas went out to try and recruit Max, the new girl, into your party. You were all for Max joining your party, you thought she was cool, and it would’ve been nice to have another girl around.
You ended up helping Dustin scrub blood out of the shag carpet in his bedroom, and helped him bury his now-dead cat after Dart, the slug-like creature Dustin had found in his trash, had turned out to be a baby Demogorgon.
Nobody else was answering the call, so you and Dustin headed to the Wheeler house to try and find Mike, or maybe even Nancy, but neither of them were home.
And when the two of you turned away from the front door to head back to your bikes, Dustin muttering obscenities under his breath, you watched a familiar BMW pull up outside the house.
Enter Steve Harrington. Again.
A bouquet of roses in one hand, running the other through his perfectly styled hair, now walking across the Wheelers’ front lawn and towards the door.
Was it fate? No, just convenient timing, but the next night your perception of Steve Harrington would entirely change for the rest of your life.
You had watched him walk down the steps to Dustin’s cellar, nail bat gripped in his hands, and your first thought was that you hadn’t realized how brave Steve Harrington actually was.
And the next day you had followed him down a set of old rail road tracks, dropping chunks of raw meat onto the ground and listening to him giving Dustin horrible advice on girls. At one point, he had even turned back and asked for your opinion, only for you to totally disagree with what he was saying, but he brushed you off like it was nothing.
Soon, once Lucas and Max had joined you in the junkyard, the five of you set up an old bus as your base of operations, and after that you were hiding inside.
Lucas and Max were up on the roof, keeping watch, Dustin was pacing angrily; he was mad about Lucas telling Max everything and letting her tag along, and you were sitting on one of the old bus seats with your arms crossed to your chest, watching Steve flick his lighter open and closed.
He was cool, you could admit that now. Sure, he still seemed like a douchebag, but after spending literally all day with him, you had come to find Steve wasn’t as bad as you had thought.
And he was kind of… cute. He had nice eyes, and a nice nose, and the moles littering his face were just the cherry on top. And not to mention his ridiculous, but somehow attractive hair that you had recently learned he styled with Farrah Fawcett’s hairspray. Plus, he was charming.
He looked up at you, catching you staring, and gave you a smile. Your eyes darted down immediately, face heating up quickly out of embarrassment of being caught.
“You good over there, kid?” He asked, calling out across the bus. You just nodded in response, avoiding his eyes.
That nickname would stick around much longer than you’d have liked.
And once Dart and the other Demo-dogs had started to arrive, and they weren’t taking the bait, Steve tossed his lighter to Dustin, telling him to “get ready,” and you watched him go outside with that nail bat, using himself as bait.
“He’s insane.” Max had stated, and you had silently agreed.
“He’s awesome.” Dustin had said with an awestruck expression, and for some reason you agreed with that too.
Dustin had clearly begun to admire Steve as a kind of role model, while in that moment, as you watched a number of Demodogs surround him swing at the monsters after you and your friends, you were beginning to admire Steve in a different way.
When he had run back to the bus, several Demo-dogs were right on his tail, and you had all screamed at him to run faster until he was eventually launching himself into the bus.
He pushed you all to the back of the bus, away from the monsters clawing at the door, and you were the one to make it to the ladder at the back of the bus, and the moment you looked up at the hole and saw a Demogorgon looking down at you, you screamed loudly.
“Out of the way! Out of the way!” Steve had yelled and Max yanked you back with her own shriek of fear, having seen the monster for the first time. Steve forced his way in front of you all, pushed you behind him, and raised the bat threateningly, ready to swing at the Demogorgon again. “You want some?! Come get this!”
And in that moment, right there in that rusty old bus, you fell in love with Steve Harrington.
He had jumped in front of you with nothing but that nail-studded baseball bat to protect you all, he had pushed you behind him like it was nothing, like it was easy.
For the rest of that night you were practically glued to his side, not close enough for him to notice, but lingering close enough that he was always nearby. Whatever room he was in, you weren’t far behind him.
From your walk to the lab, where you met up with Nancy and Jonathan, and soon after Chief Hopper, Joyce, Mike and Will, all the way to the Byers’ house, where you discovered that Will was possessed by the shadow monster he had seen and was somehow connected to the monsters, like a hive mind.
You and your friends made the connection between the shadow monster and the Mind Flayer, which Dustin then explained to the rest of the group, and soon after you, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Steve and Nancy waited inside while the others tried talking to Will in the newly disguised shed.
You sat on the couch, watching Steve as he practiced swinging his bat in the middle of the living room. You tried not to stare, really, but your newfound crush was hard to ignore. But then, awkwardly, you glanced over to Nancy.
Right, she was Steve’s girlfriend. Or… ex-girlfriend now? You weren’t sure, but all you knew was that you immediately felt guilty and you cast your eyes down to stare at your shoes instead.
When the Byers’s phone rang not once, but twice, and Nancy ripped it from the wall and threw it across the room, everything got hectic immediately.
The others came rushing back inside from the shed, weapons were distributed, and as Steve raised his nail bat, he pushed you behind him again so you were standing beside Dustin.
When the dead Demo-dog came flying through the window, shattering the glass, you all jumped back, and when El walked through the front door, relief flooded through your body immediately.
Her hair that had once been shaved was now slicked back, she was wearing dark clothes, converse and cuffed jeans, and had dark eye makeup on her face.
And when Hopper took a yelling Mike down the hallway to Will’s room after it came out that the Chief had known where she was for the entire last year and hadn’t said a thing to anyone.
But then she walked over to you, Dustin and Lucas, hugging the boys first and even touching Dustin’s teeth, which had only just grown in, before she walked over to hug you next.
“I’ve missed you so much.” You told her and she hugged you tighter.
“I missed you too.” She said before pulling back and smiling.
Max stepped forward to introduce herself, giving a polite smile and holding out her hand, but instead of greeting her back, El brushed her off and walked away, towards Joyce.
Max turned to look at you, hurt evident on her features, and you watched El walk away.
“Did I do something wrong?” Max whispered to you and you frowned.
“I don’t… No, I don’t think so.” You told her and pat her shoulder.
Then soon after Hopper and El left to close the gate, and Will was taken by the Byers’ and Nancy to try and separate him from the hive mind, which left you and the rest of your friends alone with Steve once more, which was fine until Billy showed up.
Billy Hargrove was Max’s older step-brother, and he was a total piece of shit. Steve had gone outside to try and get him to leave, and Billy had just shoved him to the ground before bursting through the door, but instead of going for Max, he went for Lucas.
You and your friends were all shouting at Billy to stop as he slammed Lucas against the wall, threatening him, telling Lucas he was “So dead.”
And that’s when Steve stepped in and punched Billy, and for a moment things were looking up. Until they weren’t and Steve ended up getting his face pummeled in by Billy, who Max knocked out a moment later with a needle of whatever Hopper had used to knock Will out earlier.
“Shit, shit, shit, what do we do?” Dustin exclaimed, looking down at the two unconscious 18-year-old boys lying in the middle of Joyce Byers’s living room.
“We have to get to the tunnels,” Mike decided immediately. “To help El.”
“What about Steve?” You spoke up, gesturing down to him and his swollen face.
“What about Steve?” Mike repeated, giving you an unbothered look.
“Well, we can’t just leave him here, Mike, look at him.” You pointed out, and the five of you stared down at his bloody face, bruises already blooming on his skin beneath the red liquid.
“She’s right.” Dustin backed you up immediately. “Besides, he just saved Lucas, we can’t just leave him here for Billy to probably murder when he wakes up. Or what if he chokes on his own blood or some shit?”
Mike groaned loudly, rolling his eyes and looking down at his older sister’s ex? boyfriend. “Fine, whatever, we can bring him.”
“Yeah, but how are we even going to get there? It’s not exactly like we can just walk to the farm.” Lucas asked and Max spun on her heels quickly, walking over to Billy and digging through the pockets of his jeans before pulling out his car keys.
“I’ll drive.” Max said, holding the keys up and dangling them from her fingers.
“What? No!” Mike scoffed. “You can’t drive!”
“I’ve driven in a parking lot before, and I can guarantee that’s more than any of you.” She pointed around at the rest of you. “Besides, Steve clearly can’t drive because he’s practically dead.”
Dustin took off running down the hallway.
“Dude, where the hell are you going?” Lucas yelled after him.
“I’m getting medical supplies!” Dustin had shouted back.
You and Dustin were stuck cleaning up Steve’s face to the best of your abilities while the others scrambled around the house, collecting items they said you needed to go into the tunnels and light the ‘hub’ on fire.
Mike made a map based on the drawings taped to the walls, you all put pairs of gloves and masks in the trunk of Billy’s Camaro before you and Dustin hauled Steve into the backseat.
The car was extremely cramped, Max taking the driver’s seat, much to Mike’s chagrin, and Lucas took the passenger seat beside her to navigate with a map of Hawkins.
You, Dustin and Mike squashed into the backseat, and Steve was pulled between you and Dustin, though he was mostly lying on your laps due to the lack of space. At the time you had been extremely thankful that the car was dark, because your face was burning just due to the minimal contact.
After that, the night faded into a blur of chaos. Steve woke up, screaming frantically about Max driving, sounding so terrified that you were surprised he didn’t jump out of his skin, while Mike snapped at her from the backseat. Dustin was doing his best to comfort Steve while Lucas shouted directions at Max over the noise, screaming at how sharply she turned the corner into the farm.
You were frozen in your seat, stiff as a board, because in his panic Steve had grabbed a hold of your arm and now your heart was beating a mile a minute.
Then came the tunnels, dark, slimy, filled with spores from the Upside Down, and monsters from the very same place. Once you had made it to the hub with little-to-no trouble and doused it in gasoline, Steve tossed in his lighter and lit the place up.
You all raced back to the exit while Demo-dogs chased you all down the tunnels. Steve had lifted Max, Lucas and Mike up and out of the hole before the monsters came bounding around the corner, heading right towards you.
Steve’s arms wrapped around you and Dustin instinctively, and you had squeezed your eyes shut out of fear for your life.
The Demo-dogs just ran right by the three of you, and once they were gone, you all let out relieved breaths.
“You okay, Henderson?” Steve asked, patting Dustin on the shoulder and he nodded. Then he looked at you. “You good?”
Steve hoisted Dustin up first, and Mike and Lucas pulled him up and out of the hole. Then Steve turned to face you.
“Alright, your turn, kid.” He had said, and all you could do was nod before Steve was grabbing your hips to help lift you out of the hole, and butterflies had swarmed in your stomach.
You felt ridiculous. All this for some stupid crush on Steve Harrington? You had to be out of your mind.
Surely it must’ve just been because of the situation over the last few days, and once everything went back to normal, you’d see Steve less and this crush would fade, right?
Wrong.
Suddenly, Steve was everywhere. Since his breakup with Nancy (which you had confirmed a couple weeks later when Will mentioned something about her and Jonathan definitely being together) Steve clearly had a lot of time on his hands, because now he was always hanging out with Dustin.
And because Dustin was your best friend, that meant you saw Steve a lot more than you would’ve liked. And that crush didn’t fade, not even a tiny bit.
By the time December of 1984 rolled around, Hawkins Middle School’s annual winter dance, the Snow Ball, was here.
You had been excited for the dance for weeks, it was an excuse to go out and dress up with your friends for a night, and maybe you hoped a boy would ask you to dance.
You had seen Lucas and Max grow closer, and Mike and El seemed to have something going on, and you wanted something like that too. And, besides, a boy your age asking you to dance might’ve helped you get rid of this stupid crush on him.
But it turned out that the boys at the dance weren’t the people you should’ve been worried about, because not even five minutes after you had arrived, feeling good about yourself and excited to see your friends, Stacey Albright cornered you.
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Steve watched Dustin walk into the gym with an unfamiliar sense of pride; the smile that sneaks its way onto his face shows as much. He watched Dustin talking with Mr. Clarke, like a proud big brother, before his eyes betrayed him, his gaze slipping past Dustin and landing on Nancy.
Nancy, his now ex-girlfriend, was inside the gym, volunteering at the middle school dance because that’s the kind of person she was.
Steve’s eyes softened, but the smile he had had already disappeared from his face. He only stared for a moment, just a couple of seconds, before he forced himself to start the car and drive away so he could spend the next couple of hours alone before he had to come back and pick Dustin up.
But Steve only drove a few feet away before he stopped again, because as he turned to drive around the side of the gym, he spotted you.
You were sitting on the curb in your dress, knees brought up to your chest, and from where Steve was it looked like you were crying. Steve’s brows scrunched at the sight, why aren’t you inside with the others?
Steve parked not too far away before exiting his car, brushing his hands on the front of his red sweater, before he approached you.
Your eyes were glued to the ground in front of you, your shoulders shaking as your body was wracked with sobs, your chin buried in your arms that sat atop your knees. The sight made Steve frown.
“Hey, kid.” Steve spoke up and you jumped, your head snapping up so quickly Steve thought you were going to get whiplash. “Sorry– didn’t mean to scare you. What are you doing out here?”
You shrug half-heartedly, looking away from Steve and down at the ground, sniffling as you brought a hand up to your face, rubbing your eyes.
“I’m fine.” You told him and Steve let out a snort.
“Yeah, I’m not buying it.” He dropped down onto the curb to sit beside you, and your eyes went wide as you watched him do so. “What’s going on?”
“It’s dumb.” You muttered, still avoiding his eyes.
“It can’t be that dumb if it’s got you out here crying instead of being inside and having fun with your friends.” Steve pointed out and you sighed, still not looking at him. “Come on, kid, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“Just… some girls.” You mumble, and Steve’s frown etched itself deeper into his face. “They were saying stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?”
You didn’t reply, instead you crossed your arms across your chest and curled further into yourself.
“Sometimes I just wish I was normal.” You said, and Steve paused.
“You are normal.” Steve said and you scoffed.
“No, I’m not.” You stated. “I’m a weird nerd and I’m ugly, and my dress looks ugly and no boys are gonna dance with me, I shouldn’t have even come to this stupid dance.”
For a moment, Steve didn’t know what to say. He knew how to talk to the boys, because he used to be a 13-year-old boy, but you? That was some new territory for him. But he found the words soon enough.
“Don’t listen to those other girls, they’re just jealous.” Steve stated. You immediately opened your mouth to protest, but Steve cut you off. “You’re way cooler than those other girls. You’ve fought interdimensional monsters.”
“You did most of the fighting.” You mumbled, but Steve waved you off.
“That’s besides the point.” He said. “If those other girls are being mean to you, they’re just lame.”
“This dress is lame.” You muttered back, flicking at your skirt.
“No, it’s not. You look pretty.” Steve complimented and you finally looked over at him.
“You really think so?” Your voice was quiet, but your eyes were wide and locked onto Steve as your tear-stained cheeks flushed.
“Very pretty.” He told you with a nod. “Too pretty to be sitting out here and crying while all of your friends are inside and probably wondering where you are.”
“But what if nobody wants to dance with me?” You asked Steve, tears still brimming in the corners of your eyes. “That’s what Stacey said would happen.”
“Well Stacey sounds like a bitch.” Steve stated bluntly, causing a giggle to escape your lips. “And if no boys want to dance with you, it’s because middle school boys are dumb.”
“I can’t wait to go to high school.” You said, and Steve chuckled.
“Yeah, well, high school boys are pretty dumb, too.” He said with an exhale, gesturing to himself. “But trust me, kid, one day you’re gonna find some guy who loves you for all those things you don’t like about yourself, and those girls are probably never gonna find something like that.”
“What makes you so sure?” You asked Steve, more curious than anything, but still soaking in every word.
Steve just shrugs. “Because you deserve it.”
You stared at him for a moment. You had stopped crying by now, and Steve took that as a small victory as you gave him a small smile.
“Thanks, Steve.” You sighed and Steve stood up, offering you his hand.
“Come on, let’s get you inside to your friends.” Steve said and you took his hand and let him lift you to your feet. You brushed off your skirt, frowning as you wiped your cheeks, and you nodded.
But you didn’t even make it around the corner before you froze at the sound of Cyndi Lauper’s Time After Time flooding out from the gym.
You spun around to face Steve again.
“I can’t do it. Nobody’s gonna dance with me.” You stated. “I don’t even know how to dance.”
“It’s easy.” Steve shrugged, then he offered you his hand again. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
“Steve, you don’t have to.” You told him, eyes full of panic, but he brushed it off.
“I need practice before prom anyway, if anything you’re doing me a favor.” He said, making you chuckle. “Here, put your hands on my shoulders.”
That night Steve Harrington became the first boy you had ever danced with, in the dark Hawkins Middle School parking lot in the middle of a cold December night.
That night you also knew you were completely screwed, and no boy your age would ever stand a chance, because you were absolutely head-over-heels obsessed with Steve Harrington.
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The new year came quickly after that, and with 1985 came a brand new mall in Hawkins called Starcourt Mall, and after you and your friends officially finished middle school you were all spending almost every day of the summer there.
Well, all except Dustin, who went off to summer camp in the beginning of June. But the rest of you were spending your days outside riding your bikes or going swimming in the day before heading to the mall in the evenings.
And your favorite part of each trip to Starcourt, by far, was when you’d visit the little ice cream shop, Scoops Ahoy. Sometimes it was just for a snack, and sometimes it was to sneak into the movie theater for free.
The reason didn’t matter to you, because you were just happy to see Steve. He had gotten a job at Scoops Ahoy for the summer, which meant every time you went there, he was standing behind the counter in a cheesy sailor’s costume that he somehow still looked good in, hat and all. You were sure your face had flushed with heat the first time you had noticed his chest hair peeking out from beneath the shirt of his uniform.
There’s only one thing you didn’t like about seeing Steve at Scoops Ahoy, and that’s when he flirted with almost every girl his age who crossed the counter. He didn’t score a single date, not in that uniform, but it still hurt.
It made you wish that you were just a few years older. It made you think, if I was his age maybe he’d actually return your feelings.
And the thing was, Steve didn’t have a clue.
He greeted you casually, smiling at you or rolling his eyes like he did with all of your friends. A part of you was upset, but another part of you knew it was for the better.
Steve had just turned 19 that June, and you were turning 15 in September. He had graduated high school, and you were only just about to start when the summer was over.
Realistically, you knew it wouldn’t work, and you knew it would be just weird if Steve actually liked you back at that point, but it still felt like a curse.
–
The night before Dustin came home from Camp Knowhere, you and your friends wanted to go see Day of the Dead, which meant you had to sneak in. And sneaking in meant seeing Steve.
It’s not that you purposefully dressed up just because you’d be seeing Steve for what was probably one minute at most, but you might’ve been dressed just a little bit nicer than usual for a trip to the movies with your friends.
Of course, you, Lucas, Max and Will all ended up waiting outside the mall for Mike to arrive from his usual daily visit to El at Hopper’s cabin, which meant your friends had plenty of time to analyse your outfit–specifically Max.
“Why are you dressed up?” She asked you suddenly, cutting off Lucas and Will’s complaining about Mike’s tardiness, and you scoffed.
“I’m not, these are my regular clothes.” You weren’t exactly lying, but you weren’t telling the whole truth either.
Max’s eyes narrowed at you, but Lucas shrugged from beside her. “I think she’s dressed normally.”
“Thank you.” You said to Lucas, but Max just raised an eyebrow.
“Right.” She nodded slowly, and a moment later Mike arrived.
“You’re late.” Lucas had stated with crossed arms as Mike jumped off off his bike.
“Sorry!” Mike replied, but he didn’t seem to mean it.
“Again.” Lucas emphasised.
“We’re gonna miss the opening.” Will added.
“Yeah, if you guys keep whining about it.” Mike said as he put his bike in the bike rack. “Let’s go!”
“‘If you guys keep whining about it. Nyeh-nyeh-nyeh.’” Lucas imitated Mike and you had snickered.
Then as you walked through the mall, Lucas complained about and mocked Mike for spending so much time with El and not the rest of you. It made you and Will laugh.
As you and your friends pushed your way down the escalator and towards the food court, bumping into a bunch of people as you went, your stomach began to flip with excitement.
You all made it to Scoops Ahoy and Steve was nowhere to be seen, instead his co-worker Robin was behind the counter. You thought Robin seemed cool, from what you had seen she was funny, sometimes a little blunt, but you liked her. You just hoped Steve didn’t.
Mike smacked his hand down on the bell on the counter several times, despite the fact that Robin was right there. She sighed and called out, “Hey, dingus, your children are here!”
And then the window on the back wall slid open and there was Steve in his sailor uniform with a scowl on his face as he looked over your group.
“Again? Seriously?” He asked, but instead Mike just rang the bell once more. He groaned, but ushered you all over.
He held the door to the back room open for you all, Mike and Will entering first, then Lucas and Max, and you were pulling up the rear. You smiled up at him as you passed him.
“Hi, Steve.” You greeted quietly and he sighed, but put on a smile.
“Hey, kid.” He said, letting the back door swing shut before he headed to the front of the group to open the door to the delivery tunnel out the back. He peered out through the peephole to make sure nobody was around before ushering you all out the door and into the hallway. “Come on. Come on.”
While your friends all pushed in and walked ahead, you gave Steve an appreciative smile. He didn’t pay any mind, instead just looked pretty stressed out as he called out after you all.
“I swear, if anyone finds out about this–” He would say the same thing almost every time, because he was worried about losing his job, but he knew your friends wouldn’t give up until he let them through.
“We’re dead!” You all chorused and you waved to Steve before following your friends down the hallway.
Steve closed the door with a heavy sigh and walked through the Scoops Ahoy back room before he made it behind the counter again, only to find his co-worker Robin already staring at him with an amused smile.
“Oh, what now?” He groaned and she chuckled.
“That little girl has a crush on you.” Robin stated and Steve stopped in his tracks, his blue Adidas sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor.
“What? Who, Max?” He asked, confused. “I’m pretty sure she’s actually with Lucas again right now, so you’re definitely wrong.”
“Is Max the redhead?” Robin asked and when Steve nodded she sighed. “Well, I’m not talking about her, I’m talking about the other girl.”
Steve said your name, and now looked even more puzzled, his brows drawing inwards as he looked at Robin. “No, she doesn’t.”
“Uh, yes, she totally does, dingus.” Robin chuckled, shaking her head. “God, you really are oblivious.”
“Um, no, those kids all see me as, like, I don’t know… A babysitter, older brother type, you know? I’m their friend.” Steve explained, like Robin was maybe just missing something. She was completely unaware of the trauma bond that had formed between the group over the last two falls. “She doesn’t have a crush on me, okay? She probably just thinks I’m cool.”
But, of course, Steve was wrong and Robin was absolutely right, because you did have a crush on Steve, which is what Max had been making fun of you for quietly as you walked through the delivery tunnels.
“You totally have a crush on Steve!” She had whisper-shouted to you at the back of the group with a giggle and your cheeks flushed with warmth.
“No, I don’t.” You lied. “Shut up.”
“That’s why you got all dressed up!” She realized and you shot her a glare.
“Shut up, Max, before the others hear you.” You hissed and she snickered.
“I knew it.”
When you had successfully made it into the theatre, you had split off to the few empty seats in the room. Max and Lucas ended up in the row in front of you, Mike and Will
The movie had been fine, except for the fact the power had cut out completely only a few minutes in. But it wasn’t just in the cinema, it wasn’t even just Starcourt Mall, it was the entire town of Hawkins.
When the power came back and the movie continued to play, the entire theater cheered before falling back to a regular silence and the rest of the night went on just fine. Completely normal, unlike the rest of the week would turn out to be.
–
The next day you and your friends surprise Dustin at his house once he returns from camp, and Lucas ended up with hairspray in his eyes.
Finding out that Dustin had somehow scored a girlfriend he deemed ‘hotter than Phoebe Cates’ in his three-week-long science camp was a shock to not only you, but the rest of your friends too.
But that wasn’t as much of a shock as what you and Dustin heard on his super radio, which he had named Cerebro in a true X-Men fan fashion.
You had all spent the entire afternoon lugging Dustin’s radio equipment up the tallest hill in Hawkins, one your friends called Weathertop, because he wanted to introduce you all to his girlfriend, Suzie.
But as the day turned into night and Suzie was nowhere to be heard, your friends had slipped away one-by-one. First Mike and El, who had ditched you before even making it up the hill, then Lucas and Max who left once nightfall had hit. Will stayed the longest, but once it started to get too late he left too, suggesting you all play Dungeons and Dragons the next day.
You stuck around, mostly because you had noticed the way Dustin had seemed to deflate as each of your friends left, and you wanted to know if his girlfriend was real or not.
“Guess it’s just you and me, huh?” Dustin had said and you just nodded at him in the dark as he repeated the prase, “Suzie, do you copy?”
By the end of the night you still hadn’t heard from Suzie, but you and Dustin had somehow intercepted what sounded like a secret Russian communication. Which led you to Scoops Ahoy the next day.
Dustin, of course, had wanted to see Steve and complain about how everyone else had ditched him the night before, but he also wanted to recruit him because overnight he had somehow gotten the idea that if you were to translate the Russian phrases he had recorded off the radio, you’d all become ‘American Heroes’.
The thing is, though, Dustin wanted to tell Steve all of this alone, which meant while they were talking in a booth in the back corner, you were leaning against the front corner, shooting them glances.
Robin was behind the counter, serving customers and wiping down benches, while also watching you. And after calling out to Dustin, making fun of Steve, she turned to you.
“So…” She said your name and you looked up. “That’s your name, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” You replied and she nodded.
“Cool. So, uh, how long have you had a crush on Harrington over there?” She asked and your cheeks immediately flushed with warmth. Your fingers pinched at the chain of the necklace hanging from your neck, fiddling with the charm.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied. 13-year-olds aren’t the best at lying, and Robin very clearly saw right through you. “He’s, you know, old. And dumb. And hairy.”
Robin snickered and you looked down at your shoes. “Right.”
“I would never like him, okay?” You defended weakly.
“Like who?” Steve’s voice came from behind you and you froze, eyes going wide.
“Nobody.” You muttered and he raised his eyebrows. Dustin’s eyes locked onto yours and he stared you down like he was trying to read your mind. “Seriously, nobody.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, kid.” Steve teased and Robin glanced at you with amusement evident on her features. Then he nodded for you to follow him and Dustin to the backroom of Scoops Ahoy.
That’s where you spent the rest of the day, translating Russian phrases that seemed to be utter nonsense. Not a single word seemed to correlate with one another, and yet you had ended up translating a few sentences anyway.
Then, as you left Scoops Ahoy that night, you had all debated whether or not ‘The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west,’ was a secret code of some kind.
And then Steve worked out that the music in the background of the recording, something the rest of you had chosen to ignore, was in fact coming from a mechanical horse from inside of Starcourt Mall.
Then Robin left on her bike, while Steve waited in his car, watching to make sure you and Dustin were alright riding your bikes home.
When you were gone, riding your bikes side by side, Dustin spoke up. He offered for you to stay the night at his. He knew you didn’t want to go home, not to your parents who fight every night. You took him up on the offer.
The next day, you and Robin sat around at Scoops Ahoy trying to crack the entire code you had finished translating while Steve and Dustin searched the mall for any signs of ‘secret Russians’.
You sat cross legged on a countertop in the back room, the straw of a milkshake between your lips while Robin mumbled the same words over and over, staring down at a notepad.
Robin cracked the code that same day, and that night was the night you found the secret room in the back of the mall, guarded by what your group had now confirmed to be ‘Evil Russians’.
But, of course, finding the room wasn’t enough and then you needed to find a way in, and after Robin bought blueprints to the mall and roped Erica Sinclair into the mix, you made it into the secret room the next night.
Upon opening a box that was labelled for the mall’s Chinese restaurant, you all found something that absolutely wasn’t Chinese food. Once Steve had pulled out a glass cylinder of some kind of mysterious, green liquid, the secret room had began to move.
That was when you found out the room was an elevator.
The next couple of days were a blur. You were all stuck in that elevator overnight, you had to spend the night listening to Steve and Robin talking the entire time while your chest burned with jealousy.
But the rest of your time in that dark, underground base was worse. So much worse.
You had spent almost all day walking down a painfully long hallway, arguing about the design of the base, who was and wasn’t a nerd, and whatever the hell that mysterious, green and acidic liquid was. There was even one small moment where you, Dustin and Steve had all shared looks and debated quietly whether or not the Russians knew about the Upside Down.
Then you made it to the main part of the bunker which was crawling with soldiers and scientists. You made it up to the comms room and watched Steve fight and successfully knock out one of the Russian soldiers.
While Dustin celebrated and Steve smiled proudly, pushing some of his floppy hair away from his face, you had struggled to tear your eyes away from him. That was, until Robin found something at the top of a set of stairs.
It was a giant machine, and that machine was opening a gate. A gate to the Upside Down.
You couldn’t even explain anything to Robin or Erica because a moment later the five of you were sprinting down hallways and running around corners while Russian soldiers chased you until Steve and Robin had yelled for the three of you to leave them behind and escape into the vents.
You, of course, had been extremely hesitant. You didn’t want to leave them, and neither did Dustin, but they were busy trying to hold a door shut and get the rest of you out of there to follow you.
Erica went in first, then you had forced yourself to follow her before Dustin joined you in the vents and you crawled away having to listen to the sound of yelling in Russian behind you, because Steve and Robin had been caught.
Your time in the vents might’ve been worse than the elevator or the hallway, because now you were terrified. You had no idea if Steve and Robin were okay, or even alive. You had no idea where you were or how to get out of the bunker.
While Dustin explained everything to Erica, about when Will went missing and the Upside Down, and the two had an entire long conversation about My Little Pony, you were silent, only chiming in a few times to add to Dustin’s story. Erica had believed it all, except for the fact that Lucas was there, which was apparently hard for her to believe.
Once you had made it out of the vents and found Steve and Robin, they weren’t in the best condition at all.
You had gasped upon running into the room to find his face beaten black and blue, blood coated his face and his uniform and his eye was swollen shut. Robin looked better, shaken but unharmed for the most part.
Dustin had taken out the doctor in the room and the three of you had hurried to untie the older teens. The only issue was that Steve and Robin weren’t acting right.
They were giggling, a little hyperactive, whispering to one another, laughing hysterically at things that weren’t even funny, and just acting nothing like themselves.
You were the one to come to the conclusion that they were drugged once you were all back in the elevator, this time heading up. You had just watched Steve tumble to the ground after pretending he was surfing on some kind of delivery cart.
Dustin had checked and found his pupils were dilated and his eyes were a bright red. Though neither of them would give any of you a straight answer.
After getting out of the elevator, you had made it maybe ten feet away from the doors before two Russian guards were running towards you.
“Shit!” You and Dustin had yelled and shared a look before ushering Steve and Robin towards a door by your side.
“Why are we running?” Steve questioned and you had grabbed onto his arm to pull him into the delivery tunnels you would use to sneak into the cinema, and despite everything going on your stomach had fluttered at the contact.
Hiding in the cinema was easy. There was a late night showing of Back to the Future playing and you had forced Steve and Robin down into front row seats. You, Dustin and Erica had found more seats, but a moment later you and Dustin had headed up to the projection room with his walkie to try and get into contact with any of the others.
Luckily, you had managed to get into contact with Mike.
Unluckily, you had barely been able to tell him anything before the audio cut out and Dustin’s walkie ran out of battery.
He turned to face you with a desperate expression.
“Do you have yours?” He asked and you shook your head before pausing. “What about more batteries?”
“Wait–” You had realized and your face lit up as you met Dustin’s eyes. “I think my walkie is still in the backroom at Scoops.”
“Does it have battery?” He questioned you.
“I mean, it should do. It hasn’t been used in like a day.” You pointed out and Dustin shrugged. “Do you think we’d be able to get down to Scoops without getting caught?”
“Do you know the way through the tunnels?” He asked and you nodded.
“You have no idea how many movies Steve has sneaked us into, dude. Yeah, I know the way.” You stated before you both jumped up and hurried back down to the front row to find Erica.
The only issue was that now Steve and Robin weren’t in their seats.
After some searching, you had found them in the women’s bathroom, sitting on the dirty floor of the same stall, facing each other and laughing.
While Dustin scolded the pair for running off, you were trying your best to push down that disgusting feeling of jealously that swirled in your stomach.
The rest of the night was a mix of running from both Russian soldiers and a giant flesh-like version of the Mind Flayer, arguing with the rest of the group once you had all reconvened and shared what you had each discovered.
There was blood, you had to hold El’s hand tight while Jonathan had sliced her leg open looking for something that had been moving inside it. There had been singing, when Dustin had somehow come into contact with his girlfriend Suzie and you and Erica just had to sit on the grass beside him and watch. There had been fire, after the others had used fireworks to attack the Mind Flayer they had unintentionally set the entire mall on fire.
And there had been tears, because when they were down in that Russian bunker to close the gate that had been opened, Hopper had died. And Max’s step-brother Billy had been killed by the Mind Flayer right in front of her.
But, for the most part, everyone was okay. Some bloodier than others, some suffering a little more trauma than before, but okay.
Once he had gotten his keys back, some American soldiers had recovered them from the Russian base, Steve had driven you, Dustin and Robin back to his place.
The Harrington house was large, and empty. Steve had made some excuse saying it was to make sure the drugs wouldn’t kill him and Robin in their sleep, saying something else about how he had accidentally given the Russians Dustin’s full name, but you had a feeling he just didn’t want to be alone, not after everything that had happened.
The four of you had crashed in his living room, Steve covering the sofas and large wooden floor in a collection of pillows and blankets before you all practically passed out, sleeping in until late the next afternoon.
–
El and the Byers’ moved three months later, not long after you all started high school. Saying goodbye to your friends before they moved to California wasn’t easy for any of you, especially not for Mike, but you all pushed through.
High school was different. You, Dustin, Lucas and Mike had a rough start, but soon you joined a D&D club called the Hellfire Club, led by a senior named Eddie Munson.
Eddie was great, despite being older than most seniors due to being held back for several years. He was cool, he was funny, he had a band and he loved D&D.
Steve, unlike the rest of you, didn’t like Eddie very much. He would make vague comments here and there whenever Dustin mentioned him in passing, or when Mike talked about Hellfire, or when Lucas told him a story while the two practiced basketball.
High school was very different from middle school. While, at first, you and your friends had fallen into your usual places at the bottom of the food chain, that didn’t last long for some of you.
Lucas had made it onto the basketball team, though he had been riding the bench all year, which had already given him a bit of a boost when it came to terms of friends.
Mike and Dustin didn’t seem to care about popularity, rather embracing the fact that you were all nerds and geeks thanks to Eddie’s ‘guidance’.
Max still sat with you guys sometimes, hung out occasionally, but she had started to isolate herself from everyone. She had been struggling mentally, mostly due to her step-brother’s death, something she only ever told the school therapist and, well, you.
You weren’t quite sure what had happened to you in high school, or what had happened to your peers, because the bullying from other girls had diminished, and now they actually talked to you in the hallways, or sat with you in class, or paired up with you for projects.
It was different, but it was nice.
Though, sure, there were still times where they’d judge your friends, or some of your interests, like D&D, but you’d much prefer they make fun of the fantasy game you played with your friends than make fun of you.
Your first year of high school started off fine, great even, up until Spring break.
That’s when shit really hit the fan.
The last day of school before break was the last day of the Hellfire Club’s D&D campaign against the cult of Vecna, but it had coincided with Lucas’s basketball game. You had wanted to go and watch, but Eddie was already pissed enough that Lucas would be missing Hellfire, and you didn’t want to get on his bad side.
So you instead recruited Erica to be his substitute for the night, though you felt bad for missing your friend’s game, especially when you found out he not only actually had a chance to play, but had scored the team’s winning shot.
But the break itself was worse.
Mike had gone to California to visit El and Will, while you, Dustin and Max spent the first day of your break finding out that a Hawkins High student, Chrissy Cunningham, was found murdered at the trailer park Max lived in – specifically in Eddie’s trailer.
But Eddie himself was nowhere to be found, Max had seen him fleeing the scene in fear the night before, speeding out of the trailer park faster than she had ever seen him drive before.
So, of course, you, Dustin and Max had ended up in Family Video, where Steve and Robin had been working since about October, since the Byers’ had left town.
Your group debated on whether or not Eddie was capable of murder, Steve being the only person to really think he was, while proceeding to use the three phones inside the video store to call Eddie’s friends in an attempt to track him down.
You were helping your friends, of course you were, but you couldn’t help but sneak longing stares over at Steve as he ‘attended to the customers’, and flirted with any girl his age that walked through those glass doors.
But you pushed down those feelings of jealousy and disappointment you had grown familiar with and did your best to focus on the task at hand.
Still your eyes would betray you and flick towards Steve every so often, taking him in. The way his green vest stretched over his shoulders, the chest hair sticking out from the open top buttons of his polo shirt.
You’d watch him drag his hands through his hair in some kind of pathetic attempt to impress a girl who turned out to have a boyfriend and mourned the fact that you’d never be able to have him.
Eventually your friends managed to track Eddie down to the house of a drug dealer named ‘Reefer Rick’, and once you found him there, wide-eyed, shaking and terrified, Eddie told you all about what had happened with Chrissy.
How she seemed to be in a trance, how she floated into the air with her eyes rolled into the back of her head. How each of her limbs snapped and broke violently before her eyes popped from her skull and her body crumpled to the ground right in front of Eddie.
You, Dustin and Eddie then noticed the similarities between Chrissy’s trance and being under a spell or a curse. Specifically, Vecna’s curse. The same dark wizard you had just finished fighting in your Hellfire campaign.
You and your friends spent the next days doing your best to keep Eddie hidden from the police, bringing him food deliveries when you could, while also doing whatever research you could to find out what, or who, Vecna was, and why he was going after Hawkins High students.
After the second murder, a boy from the school paper named Fred, Nancy Wheeler joined your small group and you had to pretend you weren’t jealous whenever Steve looked her way, his eyes softening. When he practically jumped at the opportunity to go with her to follow a potential lead, only to end up pissed off when Robin went with her and he was stuck ‘babysitting’ you, Dustin and Max.
But then you found out Vecna was going after Max next, and suddenly everything was scarier. When you watched her float into the air just moments after Lucas had slipped her headphones over her ears, you thought she was going to die.
You had grabbed onto Steve’s arm out of fear, staring up at your friend as you all screamed her name, begging for her to come back down to the ground and out of that trance she was stuck in.
And she did, Max fell to the ground with the rest of you and Lucas cradled her shaking body in his arms, holding her close to his chest as she struggled to catch her breath.
After Nancy and Robin found out that Victor Creel’s family might’ve also been killed by Vecna, and Max had seen an old, broken house when she was in Vecna’s mind, your group went to the old abandoned Creel home to search for clues.
After Max found an old grandfather clock identical to the one she had seen in her visions, and Steve had suggested that Vecna could’ve been a clockmaker, you all split off into groups to explore. Robin and Nancy went together, Max and Lucas, which left you with Dustin and Steve.
Steve didn’t seem too thrilled, letting out a loud sigh and complaining about always being grouped with Dustin.
It made you frown, disappointment flooding your body. First you had been watching him make eyes and flirt with Nancy for the last couple of days, and now he was acting like being grouped with you and Dustin was a chore.
You were quiet as the two boys argued, Dustin quoting Sherlock Holmes and Steve not understanding a word before Dustin wandered off, and you followed behind.
Nobody really found anything in the house, but at one point while crossing the upstairs hallway you caught a glimpse of Steve and Nancy standing a little too close together while she smiled up at him. That was enough to dampen your mood for the rest of the night.
You knew it shouldn’t have mattered, there were more pressing issues going on at the time – like the fact Max had almost died and Eddie was being framed for murder – but you just couldn’t shake the jealous feeling away.
That night, after your flashlights had all blown up, you spent the night staring at the ceiling and replaying the way Steve had looked at Nancy over and over again.
It had just made you feel ridiculous. You needed to move on, find someone your own age, someone who could actually return your feelings and give you that love you craved so much. So you decided that you would, that tonight was the last night you would care about Steve Harrington and after that he would go back to being nothing more than a friend.
And then you saw him the next day, wearing that yellow sweater with a wide smile on his face, offering you Pringles in the back of Nancy’s station wagon, and you tried so hard to ignore the way your stomach fluttered when his big, brown puppy dog eyes met yours.
The fact that Vecna had killed another teenager – a boy from the basketball team named Patrick – the night before helped keep you distracted, but when you and your friends were walking through the woods in search of Eddie, following Steve and Dustin as they argued while leading you all to ‘Skull Rock’, you were left alone with your thoughts.
Of course, it wasn’t that long before Steve had found Skull Rock and began rubbing it in Dustin’s face that he was right and your best friend was wrong and you had found Eddie.
While Eddie ate the food you had all brought for him and he recounted the previous night’s events, including when Patrick was lifted into the air in the middle of Lover’s Lake and had each of his limbs snapped one by one, Dustin paced back and forth while staring down at his compass.
That was, until he yelled out a very loud, “Boom!” That echoed through the woods before he pointed at Steve. “Bada boom.”
Steve, naturally, was confused, as were the rest of you, before Dustin began spouting off about how Skull Rock was North once more, which made Steve roll his eyes before he started to argue back.
Then Dustin told you all that Skull Rock in fact was North, and his compass had been leading him in the wrong direction, which then made him point towards you and Lucas, making you recall a piece of information you had learned back when you were 13 and had just learned about El and the lab for the first time.
“Do you guys remember what can affect a compass?” Dustin had asked, and it was like a lightbulb had gone off in your head.
“An electromagnetic field.” You and Lucas both answered, like the memory of that information had just resurfaced for the first time in years.
While the others in the group were confused, you were starting to understand what Dustin was getting at. There was likely a gate somewhere nearby, much like when your compasses had deflected towards the lab back in 1983.
The rest of the afternoon was spent following Dustin and his compass through the woods as the sun set and darkness fell over Hawkins, and eventually his compass had started going totally beserk and he started running.
Eddie managed to grab him by the shoulder and stop Dustin from falling right into Lover’s Lake, which was where the compass had led him, which meant the gate was likely somewhere… inside of it.
The older teens all ended up on a rowboat with Dustin’s compass, leaving you, Dustin, Lucas and Max on the shore, watching them with a pair of binoculars.
“Wait, wait, wait. They’re stopping.” Lucas said suddenly, holding the binoculars to his eyes while hitting Dustin in the chest. “What are they stopping for?”
Dustin scrambled for his walkie. “Guys, what’s going on? Come on, guys, talk to me, what’s going on?”
You and Max had been standing off to the side, a little further back, whispering to each other, but your attention had been stolen once the boys had started to speak.
“Uh, Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital, ‘ahh!’” Robin’s voice crackled through and you had sighed, disappointed that you were all sidelined and forced to stay on the shore.
A few more silent moments passed before Lucas let out a disgusted groan.
“Ugh. When’d Steve get so hairy?” He asked and Max’s head snapped towards you with a wide smirk on her face, making your cheeks heat up as you whispered for her to stop.
“Right? I keep telling him he needs to tame that jungle, but he claims the ladies dig it.” Dustin explained and the boys each made a face before you stepped forward and reached for the binoculars around Lucas’s neck.
“Pass me those.” You said and he shot you a confused look before you took them right from his hands and peered through them yourself, getting a look at a very shirtless Steve Harrington in all his glory.
Lucas and Dustin shared confused looks for a moment before Dustin made a sound that was half a scoff, half a surprised yelp before asking, “Dude! What the hell?”
You just gave a shrug and watched as Steve dove into the lake, disappearing beneath the cold, dark water, and you handed the binoculars back to Lucas.
However, you and your friends didn’t get to see the outcome of the dive, because only a few moments after Steve dove in, you and your friends were lying on the ground and hiding behind a log because the cops had arrived.
Robin’s voice crackled through on Dustin’s walkie, saying Steve found the gate, but none of you paid any mind as he switched the walkie off and you stayed hidden for a moment more. And in order to keep the cops away from Eddie, Max jumped up and yelled for the cops to follow her.
Of course, you all got caught, and an hour later the four of you were cramped onto the couch in the Wheelers’ living room, surrounded by cops and your parents.
You had shrunk into the sofa at the sight of both your mother and father in the same room, but this time their anger was directed at you and not each other.
After some questioning, where you all lied in response to almost every question, you explained everything that had been going on to Erica, and she was the one who noticed the blinking light in the dining room, morse code that Dustin translated spelling out S.O.S..
Communicating with Steve, Nancy, Robin and Eddie in the Upside Down using Holly Wheeler’s lite-brite seemed crazy, but what was crazier was sneaking out of Nancy Wheeler’s bedroom window and running away from the cops, Erica popping the tires of the police cruiser before the now five of you rode your bikes across town to Eddie’s trailer.
There was a gate on the ceiling, and Dustin used a broom to break open the red, fleshy gateway to reveal the Upside Down on the other side. A moment later, Steve appeared above you, standing in the same place you were, looking up – or down – at the rest of you. Nancy, Robin and Eddie followed suit and you all waved happily, chuckling at the absurdity of the situation, before you were dragging Eddie’s mattress out of his bedroom to use as a landing pad to help the others through the gate and back to your world.
Except that proved difficult when after Robin and Eddie had crossed over, Nancy ended up in a trance much like Max and the rest of you searched Eddie’s trailer for any music that could help her while Steve stayed with her in the Upside Down, cupping her face and shouting for you all to hurry.
But Nancy got out of the trance on her own, and once she explained to you all what had happened, what she had seen, what Vecna – or Henry Creel, Number One – had shown her, to say you were terrified would be an understatement.
The end of the world. Hawkins on fire, everyone dying. Four gates opening up and spreading across Hawkins, splitting the Earth open.
Hearing that was enough to stop you from thinking about how Steve was sitting just a couple of feet away from you, completely shirtless except for Eddie’s denim vest he had started wearing at some point in the Upside Down.
So your group started coming up with a plan, Vecna wanted to kill four people, so Max would offer herself up as bait. Then, you’d strike.
Naturally, Eddie suggested getting weapons and gear from an army surplus store known as ‘The War Zone’, but it was too far for you to bike there. So Eddie hotwired his neighbors’ motor home and had Steve drive the damn thing there.
Halfway there, you had been sitting at a table in the back with Dustin, but your eyes kept drifting over to Steve driving the RV, and Nancy in the passenger seat talking to him with a soft smile. And Steve would turn and look at her with an expression you could only describe as pure longing, maybe even love.
And he told her a story about his dream for the future, about driving around in a Winnebago with five or six kids of his own, and then he looked at Nancy again. Suddenly you wanted to sink into the floor and never come back.
At the War Zone, you had to stay in the RV with Eddie, Dustin and Lucas as members of the Hellfire Club who were currently being hunted like the Salem Witch Trials, and obviously one of you had been framed for several murders in town. All of Hawkins believed you to be devil worshippers of some kind.
After your friends bought half of the store and then had a brief run in with Jason, Chrissy’s boyfriend, and the other members of the basketball team who were currently hunting you all down – especially Eddie – Steve, now dressed in a leather jacket and a camo shirt, pulled the RV off onto a field where you all began preparing your weapons.
You sat beside Max and Nancy on some old milk crates as Nancy sawed off the end of her new shotgun. Max asked her if it was legal for her to do so, and Nancy replied with something about it being a felony. You were distracted, yet again, by your overwhelming crush on Steve.
He was sitting with Robin in front of the Winnebago, filling bottles with kerosene to make their own flaming molotovs. And you kept glancing his way, then practically staring.
Then, at one point, he looked up and glanced your way. Your eyes darted away immediately and you turned your body to face Max, unaware that Steve hadn’t even noticed you staring because he had been looking at Nancy.
Max chuckled at you and immediately began with the teasing again, some comment about you drooling or making ‘heart eyes’ at Steve. You shushed her, but it was too late because Nancy, Steve’s ex-girlfriend who he had been flirting with over the last several days straight, had heard her.
Your face flushed with warmth and you looked down at your shoes on the grass, then shot Max a harsh glare when you thought Nancy wasn’t looking. But, of course, she still was, and even huffed out a little laugh.
“It’s okay,” She told you, her lip quirking up slightly as she said your name, and your attention was all hers a moment later. “I mean, I was the same once upon a time. Had a big crush on Steve, obviously you knew that because we…”
“Nancy.” You groaned, covering your face with your hands out of embarrassment, and Max had immediately started saying something about you being ‘in love with Steve for like two years’.
You should’ve been used to her teasing by now, it was stupid and you knew it. It was just some dumb teenage crush. But you had slowly began curling into yourself, your arms wrapping around your body as your thoughts and insecurities took over.
You weren’t sure if it was about Steve, or just about craving that kind of attention. Craving love and a relationship, much like you had seen and heard from your friends.
Max and Lucas, Mike and El, Dustin and his long distance girlfriend Suzie, hell, even seeing Nancy with Jonathan. It felt like you were missing out on something that everyone else was allowed to have.
Your friends were all growing up and getting these experiences you could only dream of, like having a first kiss, or dancing with a boy who actually liked you and wasn’t just trying to comfort you when he found you crying on the curb outside the Middle School gymnasium.
So you lived vicariously through teen romcoms and stories from other girls in school, fantasizing about the moment a boy would actually show that kind of interest towards you. To want you, to love you.
And Steve… Steve was older. He was cool, he was good looking, he was funny, he had that charm you had seen him use to ask girls out on dates at Family Video while you were browsing for the closest thing you’d ever get to a relationship, aka. Star Wars, where you’d watch Han and Leia and sigh to yourself, or some cheesy movie where the guy pines after a girl for years and then finally wins her heart.
But Steve was also the first boy who had ever said that you looked pretty, and he was the first boy who had ever danced with you. And he was the first boy you had ever had a crush on that had lasted longer than a couple weeks.
All of it together was just enough to make you crave it so badly. Crave that experience of a relationship and that feeling of love.
And of course the only boy you had ever really liked had absolutely no chance of liking you back. Not in a million years.
“Can we just drop it please?” You asked and while Max nodded, Nancy gave you a sympathetic look that made you want to crawl into a hole and die.
So that night you were dropped off at the Creel House with Max, Lucas and Erica, and after stepping off of the dead silent Winnebago, you turned back and looked at Steve, eyes full of fear. He was watching you all as you left, and when he saw you looking back, he nodded at you, telling you to go on.
You did. You followed your friends into the creaky, old, crumbling house as the sun set, unaware of just how badly the night would end.
It started off okay, walking around the house only in socks, using lanterns as light and communicating using notepads to avoid making any noise that could potentially alert Vecna to your positions, and soon you and Erica had been hurrying outside as phase 2 initiated, to signal to the others in the Upside Down when you were going into phase 3.
That’s when shit went downhill, because then Jason and his jock friends showed up. One of the basketballers, Andy, chased you and Erica away from the playground before he tackled you to the ground and pinned your arms behind your back.
You had been struggling against his grip until Erica managed to push him off of you and kicked him right in the balls, and Andy curled into himself, his hands grabbing at his crotch as he groaned in pain.
Then you and Erica had sprinted back into the Creel House, where Jason had headed when Andy went after you. The attic door had been locked once you reached it, but the two of you had managed to break it open and make it up to where Lucas and Max had been.
“Lucas!” Erica called out her brother’s name and you froze at the top of the stairs because Lucas was sobbing on the ground with Max pulled into his lap. Her limbs were snapped, twisted abnormally out of place and sticking out in directions that they shouldn’t, and her eyes were glazed over in a pure white, blood dripping down her cheeks.
Lucas had spun around immediately to face you both, screaming out, “We need a doctor! Call an ambulance! Hurry! Call an ambulance!”
And when Erica had rushed back downstairs, likely to find a neighbor or the closest possible phone, but you were completely stuck in place, staring at the girl you had grown up with, one of your best friends, as she sobbed in her boyfriend’s arms telling him that she was scared and that she wasn’t ready to die.
You were crying, your body shaking uncontrollably as you stumbled over to them, trembling as you dropped to your knees and practically begged her not to slip away.
“Erica, help!” Lucas shouted out, his voice so full of pain that you couldn’t breathe as you sobbed, gripping Max’s hand in yours as you pleaded with her to stay. But it didn’t work. Max died in his arms.
And then the Earth split open, a gate forming and growing. Lucas pulled Max away and you both scrambled to the side, watching as the gate ripped Jason in two and continued to spread further away from the Creel House and through Hawkins.
Then, after over a minute had passed, Max’s heart had started beating again, just enough that she was still alive. But Eddie wasn’t so lucky, he had died in the Upside Down, sacrificing himself to save Dustin.
Three days later, Max was in a coma in Hawkins Memorial Hospital, Mike, Will, El and Jonathan all arrived in Hawkins again, and you were helping Dustin, Robin and Steve volunteering in the post ‘earthquake’ aid and suddenly not having a boyfriend, or your crush not liking you back, didn’t feel like as a big of a deal as it had before.
And, somehow, life managed to return to normal after that. Well, something close to normal.
Hawkins was now under a government mandated quarantine, where the military crawled around every inch of the town, keeping you blocked off from the rest of the world.
You and your friends were starting your junior year in high school, except for El, who was hiding from the military, and Max was still in a coma and had been for the entire 18 months that had passed.
The crawls were new. Every couple of weeks Hopper would sneak into the Upside Down with the military through the massive gate in the middle of Hawkins, right at the library, and would search for Vecna while Dustin and Steve tracked him from your side and Mike and Lucas kept watch from the nearby church.
But after 18 entire long months, you found nothing. Not even the slightest hint that Vecna was anywhere near, and after over 30 crawls it was like the entire Upside Down had been searched from top to bottom and absolutely nothing was found.
Not until what would be later known as your last crawl, the one where Dustin didn’t show up and you were thrown into the Squawk van with Steve and had to practically beg for Jonathan to come along for ‘help’ when really you didn’t want to be left alone with Steve.
Your crush hadn’t faded, despite the fact that you didn’t see him as often as you used to. Not when Dustin was acting differently and seemed to be avoiding him half of the time. But you listened to the WSQK radio broadcasts every day, mostly for Robin’s DJ-ing and to listen out for any hidden codes about crawls, but also because you knew Steve was the one behind the station’s many sound effects in the background of the broadcasts.
You were now 17 years old, almost an adult, and you hadn’t gotten over the crush on the guy who was basically your best friend’s older brother that had formed back when you were 14. You still had absolutely no experience in anything even slightly romantic, and it was killing you.
But the crawl in the Squawk van had been even more awkward with Jonathan around, because then they argued about Nancy, of course they had, while you sat in the back of the van awkwardly while thinking about Hopper’s signal, which you had lost when the van broke down.
At one point, Steve had spun around to face you, gesturing to Jonathan and asking why you had brought him along because, “Byers is a total buzzkill’. Jonathan had rolled his eyes and called Steve a name, and Steve had mumbled a bland insult back, and it almost felt like you were at home, listening to your parents doing anything but getting a divorce.
Just seconds after Steve had managed to get the van running again, finally, Dustin showed up. His face was completely busted and he had blood leaking from his nose and down his chin.
That just resulted in another argument, this time between Steve and Dustin, while you searched for Hopper’s signal again, only to come up with nothing, other than a strange noise Dustin had brushed off as nothing important because it wasn’t Hopper.
That same night, Holly Wheeler had been taken from her own home by a Demogorgon and her parents had been attacked and had almost died. El had followed the monster into the Upside Down to try and catch up to them and save Holly.
Sometime early the next morning, long after the sun had risen, you had arrived back at the Squawk, where Will then explained that he had a connection to the hive mind again, and to Vecna, and he knew that Vecna was going after another kid from Holly’s class next, a boy named Derek Turnbow.
Mike and Nancy shared the information they had learned at the hospital, that Vecna had stalked Holly long before she was taken, but had appeared as Henry and pretended to be her friend, not someone to be afraid of.
So then you were all coming up with a plan to try and save Derek, and this plan involved drugging and kidnapping the kid and his entire family.
Lucas and Mike recruited Erica, because her best friend Tina was Derek’s older sister, meanwhile you were on the McCorkle farm watching Dustin destroy Steve’s car by affixing the telemetry tracker to the top of the Beamer and crushing Steve’s heart.
You couldn’t help feel bad for him and the way he frowned for the rest of the afternoon, wincing every time he caught a glimpse of the car.
That night, the plan went well. The Turnbow family were all successfully knocked out by the pie Erica made using benzos that Robin and Will stole from the hospital, and while Joyce, Robin, Will and Erica took the family away to the farm, the rest of you set up traps around the house in preparation.
Watching Steve use a chainsaw to cut open a giant hole in the living room floor might’ve been the highlight for you, well, until you had helped him set up a trap outside Derek’s bedroom door using some wood planks, nails and a trip wire. Once the trap had been set, Steve had given you a high five that had genuinely sent a jolt of electricity through your body and a smile etched itself onto your face.
When the Demogorgon arrived in Derek’s room, only to find a dummy in his bed instead, it was your and Lucas’s job to pelt the thing with water balloons filled with acetone so it was guaranteed to catch a flame once Jonathan threw a flare at it.
Once the Demogorgon flipped using a small gate it had made in the living room, Nancy and Jonathan rushed outside to join Steve and Dustin in the Beamer as they chased the Demogorgon, hoping it would lead them to Holly.
Later, when you, Mike and Lucas made it to the farm on your bikes, telling the others about how you saw soldiers loading Debbie Miller and a bunch of other kids Holly’s age onto a bus, Dustin, Steve, Nancy and Jonathan were nowhere to be found because Steve drove his car through a gate and right into the Upside Down.
Will told you all about what he had learned in the hive mind, how many kids Vecna wanted to take, and now the military had all of those kids in one place in an attempt to protect them. But you and your friends knew the only way to really protect them was to get them out of Hawkins and out of Vecna’s reach, which meant it was time to make a new plan.
This time, Robin made it, basing her entire plan on the film The Great Escape. But there were a few key pieces of information you needed. How would you know where the washroom was to know where to dig up from the tunnels below Hawkins? How would you know which kids were even being targeted by Vecna?
Mike’s solution was to send Derek Turnbow, the kid you had managed to save, into the MAC-Z and into the barracks with the other kids.
And the plan had almost worked, until a burst pipe led to you all getting caught before you had gotten all of the kids out and into the tunnels. Robin and Lucas took half the kids to Murray, but the rest of you were captured by the military.
Of course there was arguing, a fight started to break out after one soldier hit Derek on the back of the head, both you and Mike immediately jumping in to defend him, but everything stopped when Will fell to the ground.
Joyce rushed over immediately while you and Mike stayed with the kids, who were absolutely terrified. Will could sense the hive mind. Demogorgons were coming for the kids.
They burst through the plates and immediately began attacking the soldiers, who were shooting at them left and right. Gunshots filled the air, echoing through what should’ve been a quiet night, and flames burst around the military base.
You hadn’t really realized how much you had grown up over the last few years until you and Mike were leading the group of kids around the base, protecting them from the monsters, shielding them the same way Steve, Nancy and Jonathan used to do with you and your friends.
But it was all for nothing, because the Demogorgons took the kids in the end. Vecna himself had come through the gate in the MAC-Z and when a blast of flames sent you, Mike and the kids flying back, you were knocked out.
When you came to, Mike was pulling you to your feet, only for you both to flinch back when a Demogorgon jumped towards you.
You had raised your arms to cover your face in a weak attempt at a shield, but no impact was made. The Demogorgon had frozen midair, and how? Will had his arm outstretched towards it, keeping it frozen in the air, using his own powers to stop the Demogorgon.
You were absolutely bewildered, your mouth falling open in surprise, having to blink a few times just to confirm you weren’t still unconscious and that this was actually happening. Mike, on the other hand, was staring at Will in absolute awe.
Will lifted the Demogorgon into the air and snapped its limbs one by one before snapping its neck, similar to the way Vecna had killed Chrissy and the other teens, and had almost killed Max the year before. When its body crumpled to the ground, Will fell to his knees and wiped the trickle of blood that had formed under his nose.
Beside you, Mike had started to smile. The look on his face wasn’t something you quite knew how to describe at the time, but looking back later, you knew that was a look of love.
Back at the Squawk, the group had to come up with yet another plan to be able to find the others in the Upside Down and come up with a plan, because Lucas was sure Vecna’s plan to end the world was going to take place on November 6th, and that was just a day away.
Both Lucas and Erica came up with two separate plans, Erica’s involved creating a new telemetry tracker and finding Mr. Clarke and getting him to help, while Lucas wanted to Frankenstein one of the dead Demogorgons to link Will back to the hive mind.
You ended up going with Erica and Murray to find and recruit Mr. Clarke to help you, and it didn’t take much once you told him Dustin was in trouble and you needed his help.
The four of you spent all night recreating the telemetry tracker until you tracked Dustin’s location to Hawkins Lab, though, in the Upside Down. Of course, Mr. Clarke didn’t know that and assumed he had left or something similar.
The others had arrived not long after, and when you saw El, you moved forward to hug her, glad that she was home safe and no longer in the Upside Down, even if Dustin and the others were still stuck.
“Mr. Clarke, thanks for the assist.” Mike spoke, walking forward to shake your former teacher’s hand as you stood by his side again.
“Don’t thank me yet.” Mr. Clarke had replied. “We successfully trilaterated Dustin’s position here, to precisely where I stand now.”
“But by the time we arrived, he was MIA.” Erica continued.
“Well, he wouldn’t be precisely here. He’d be under.” Robin pointed out, crossing her arms, and you nodded along.
Mr. Clarke tilted his head in confusion as he looked at Robin. “Sorry?”
Mike’s head then snapped towards you. “You didn’t tell him?”
“Told me what?” Mr. Clarke asked you.
“It… slipped my mind?” You excused, speaking to Mike, but your attention was stolen a moment later. “Oh, my god.”
“Holy shit.” Erica spoke from beside you as her gaze also landed on Max, who was being wheeled towards you all in a wheelchair, but she was very much alive and no longer in her coma.
“Holy shit.” Max echoed and your face lit up as you let out a surprised chuckle.
“Max!” You hurried over and she grinned as you crouched down to hug her, but the moment was cut short by Murray yelling that he got Dustin’s signal on his walkie and you all rushed down to his level.
After a brief conversation about Holly was shared between Mike and Dustin over the walkies, El ripped up one of the plates covering the rifts in the ground and you all, except for Lucas and Max, went into the Upside Down.
You were all calling out the names of your missing friends while you were trying to take in the fact that you were in the Upside Down for the very first time before you heard Dustin calling out your name, and then Mike’s. You both rushed towards him as he barrelled over.
“Jesus, it’s good to see you guys.” He sighed in relief, throwing his arms around you both and hugging you tight.
As you hugged him though, your eyes drifted to Steve as he approached behind him, standing off to the side from Nancy and Jonathan. It took a moment for you to notice how miserable they looked, and another moment for you to realize that Holly wasn’t with them like you had thought.
Turns out Vecna had pulled her into the literal sky and she had disappeared into the clouds. And you and your friends needed to save her before Vecna likely ended the world on that very same night.
So you all went back to the Squawk to share new information and come up with the final plan to defeat Vecna.
Dustin stood in front of you all with a black marker in hand, drawing on the glass windows of the recording booth as he explained something he had learned in the Upside Down version of Hawkins Lab.
“We’ve always the Upside Down was another dimension opened by Brenner, but it turns out it’s actually a bridge.” Dustin added two long lines to his diagram, representing the bridge. “More specifically, an interdimensional bridge that rips through space-time. It is wildly unstable, but held together by exotic matter, which we found dead center right above the lab. In theoretical physics, they call this type of bridge a–”
“Wormhole.” Both Erica and Mr. Clarke finished in sync, and Dustin pointed at them. You shared a glance with Max, who was sitting beside you in her wheelchair.
“And this wormhole connects Hawkins to here, another world that I’ve coined the Abyss.” Dustin explained.
“Any particular reason?” Robin asked and Mr. Clarke leaned forward in his seat.
“A realm of pure chaos and evil.” He spoke and Robin looked towards him.
“I’m sorry?”
“D&D.” You, Mr. Clarke, Erica, Mike, Will, Lucas and Dustin all answered at once.
“Jesus Christ.” Hopper groaned.
Dustin went on to explain how he believed the Abyss was the true home to the Demogorgon and the Mind Flayer and all of the monsters, and that Henry Creel had been sent there by Eleven years ago, before Dr. Brenner had her find him and created the bridge between the two worlds.
That had explained a lot over the last few years, like why every single crawl had come up empty, because Vecna hadn’t been in the Upside Down, he had been in the Abyss.
Will came up to the conclusion that the reason he was taking kids like Holly into the Abyss was because the minds of children were weaker and easier to mold, like he had done with Will himself, and he was going to use them to amplify his abilities and move worlds. To draw the Abyss and Hawkins closer and merge them together.
Will jumped forward to draw something on Dustin’s diagram and you shifted your body away from Max, who had just been talking, to then face him. In doing so, your arm brushed against Steve’s leg, and you muttered a quiet apology but didn’t look up at him where he was sitting on the back of the couch you were seated on.
Then you were working out a plan to get up to the Abyss to try and stop Vecna before he could draw the worlds together.
After Hopper’s first suggestion of a helicopter, which then resulted in the rest of you telling him that it wouldn’t work, and a rather crude comment about Steve made by Robin that made your eyes go wide, Steve himself was the one to come up with the plan.
He had jumped up from his place on the couch beside you and you had watched him as he walked a few steps away, then stopped, his brain clearly moving faster than his mouth could before shouting that you wouldn’t need a magic bean to make a beanstalk and climb up to the Abyss like some fairytale.
His idea was to use the Squawk radio tower in the Upside Down as a way into the rifts, letting Vecna draw your worlds together just enough that you could all make it inside before El would stop him from drawing them closer.
It was genius, and while the others added a few more small details to help, Dustin was the one who finalized it, suggesting for you all to leave a bomb at the exotic matter that would detonate when you left the Upside Down and destroy the bridge for good.
Then everyone was gearing up, dressing in old combat gear, gathering weapons, and Mike built the detonator for the bomb using a record player and a minifigurine.
You sat with Lucas on a table in the basement as he adjusted his giant slingshot, a great improvement from his old Wrist Rocket he used against the Demogorgon when you were younger.
You were filling more water balloons for him with the flammable liquid inside the unlabelled canister you had found in the Squawk basement, but every so often you’d glance over to Steve in that same leather jacket he had worn the first time, the material stretching along his shoulders, and a backwards cap on his head, a small tuft of hair sticking out from the front, as he walked away from the cabinet in the corner that usually held the weapons, specifically the guns.
He held a small handgun until Nancy approached him, questioning whether or not he had used a gun before. Of course, he hadn’t, and you forced yourself to look away, only to find Lucas smirking at you.
“What?” You asked.
“You’re, like, in love with Steve.” He whispered with an amused laugh and you shushed him.
“Shut up, no I’m not.” You scoffed, then glanced towards Steve again, watching him follow Dustin through the basement before you met Lucas’s eyes again and saw he was still smirking. “Shut up.”
Getting into the Upside Down was the easiest part of the plan. Murray’s huge Bradley’s Big Buy truck was large enough to hold all of you as it charged into the MAC-Z right through the front gate, and Hopper took down any soldiers shooting at you from the inside, having sneaked in through the tunnels like he would before a crawl.
Nancy and her rifle climbed up the ladder in the middle of the truck and stuck out the hole at the top, where a Demogorgon had ripped the metal open, only to rain fire on any other soldiers around trying to stop you.
Once Hopper was inside the truck and the truck had successfully made it through the MAC-Z gate, the ride got a little bumpier.
“Jesus Christ.” Steve wobbled on his feet a little from beside you.
“Everybody alright? Everybody okay? You alright?” He asked Steve, who nodded, before looking around and asking the others. “Everybody alright?”
Steve looked down at you, where you looked a little shaken as you blinked a few times, and his face scrunched into one of concern.
“You sure you’re okay, kid?” He asked and you looked up, eyes going wide when you realized he was talking to you, as if it were something out of the ordinary.
You nodded before forcing yourself to speak. “Yeah. Thanks, Steve.”
Then he had reached over and patted your shoulder for just a moment before leaning back against the wall. He smiled at you, and you returned the gesture, though you had a feeling you were blushing before you looked to your other side and reached for El’s hand.
Once you reached the lab, Hopper, El, Murray, and El’s ‘sister’ Kali all left the truck, and Steve moved to the front to drive the rest of the way to the Squawk.
You hated the climb up the ladder on the tower, you weren’t the biggest fan of heights, and once you had made it up to the top, you, Lucas and Dustin all stood together and stared out at the Upside Down Hawkins skyline.
“It’s pretty damn spectacular.” Dustin had commented, bumping your shoulder with his.
“Yeah,” You agreed breathlessly, staring out at the dark, yet amazing parallel to your hometown. “It is.”
“It’s almost too bad we have to blow it all up.” Lucas added and you had glanced his way.
“Is it though?”
It wasn’t long after that when you could hear, and see, the Abyss as it descended towards you all, and the plan seemed to be going okay until Lucas noticed that the top of the tower wasn’t lining up with the rifts, which only meant bad news.
El wasn’t able to stop the Abyss fast enough and the planet above you came into contact with the needle, snapping it off.
You all jumped out of the way as it fell, gripping onto the edges and each other. The needle broke off one end of the tower’s railing, and it took Steve with it.
Both you and Dustin shouted his name, watching as he dangled from the edge of the tower, only gripping on with one hand. If he slipped, he would fall and die.
And then he did slip, and he fell. But not far enough, because Jonathan caught him. He grabbed onto Steve’s hand and pulled him back up onto the tower, saving his life.
The moment he was back on the platform, Dustin charged forward and pulled Steve into a hug. You had almost wanted to follow him, but instead hugged Robin, who was sobbing in relief that she hadn’t just watched her best friend fall to his death.
The Abyss was strange, it was almost like a desert. A vast, empty desert. It seemed too empty, and too quiet, but eventually you found where Vecna was keeping the kids, inside of a ginormous spider-like monster. The Mind Flayer in a much larger, physical body.
And while El fought Vecna inside of the thing, you and your friends attacked the monster from the outside, shooting it, stabbing it, lighting it on fire, until it eventually collapsed to the ground.
Nancy was the first to rush inside in search of Holly, and the rest of you joined her a moment later, Mike rushing forward to reunite with his sisters. The rest of you helped the other 11 kids from where they were up in the spires on the wall. They were all confused, and dirty, covered in some kind of slimy residue as Mind Flayer particles expelled themselves from their mouths.
As you helped a young girl brush herself off, telling her you would help get her home, you could hear gurgling coming from somewhere nearby. You turned to see Vecna, though impaled on a sharp spike of some kind, was still alive.
Joyce dealt with him, decapitating him with her axe. The moment you watched his head tumble to the ground, rolling for a moment before coming to a stop, it felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders immediately.
Soon you were all heading back home, having climbed back down the radio tower and all cramped into the back of the bus. Steve and Robin were in the front, and you were squashed between Dustin and El as you all talked, almost celebrating the fact that you had won.
Everything descended into chaos when you returned through the gate. The tires of the truck were flattened by spikes and everyone was hauled from the vehicle by soldiers in a flurry of chaos.
You were pressed against the side of the truck, El to your left and Mike to your right, as soldiers surrounded you all. There was yelling, arguing as soldiers patted you all down and searched you all.
Dr. Kay approached El, who glared in response, wincing at the loud radio feedback sound coming from the speakers around the base.
But then the bomb went off inside the Upside Down, and everyone watched the wind whipping around inside as the buildings collapsed and then… it was gone. The gate disappeared, leaving nothing but the crumbling destruction of the library.
After that, you and your friends were all brought in for hours of questioning by the military and Dr. Kay, asking about Henry, El, Kali, the Upside Down, the Demogorgons, why you had taken the kids, why you had gone into the Upside Down. They asked you about everything from the moment Will went missing and you found El in the woods to that point in time where you were being interrogated.
And, eventually, you were all let go and expected to go on with your lives like normal. With the Upside Down gone and Henry dead, El had lost her powers again and now the military had no reason to be after her, not after everything had gone down and she had stopped Vecna.
While it did take a long time, eventually things did get back to normal, as much as they could’ve at least.
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The morning of your high school graduation you woke up with more energy, and more anxiety, than you had had in a long time.
You went through your morning routine like normal, waking up to a silent house because neither of your parents liked being around each other, or you, before getting dressed.
You had nothing to do all day before graduation, no boyfriend to celebrate with, no family around who wanted to take photos of you. You had the day to yourself.
So you turned on the radio and sat down on the couch with a book, listening as Robin Buckley presented the Squawk’s morning broadcast for the first time since Jimmy ‘Fast Hands’ Lee had returned to Hawkins and she had gone off to college.
At least that was something you could look forward to – college. You couldn’t wait to get out of Hawkins, to do more with your life. You were going to study to become a teacher, something you had wanted to do probably since middle school when you and your friends had all idolized Mr. Clarke.
A burp sound effect playing at the wrong time caused you to look up at the radio for a moment, brows furrowed before a whip cracking sound effect played and Robin’s voice came in.
“There we go. Sorry about that. My partner in crime ditched me.” Robin explained and your face fell for a moment. “But, well, as far as excuses go, he had a pretty good one.”
She was, of course, talking about Steve, who now coached the middle school baseball team. He was the only one of the older teens that hadn’t left Hawkins to go to college when the quarantine had been lifted.
At the mention of Steve, your stomach had flipped uncomfortably. 18 months had passed, and while your crush hadn’t faded, something had happened that now just made you feel guilty for liking him.
Steve had a girlfriend now, a woman named Kristen who he had been dating for a couple of months by this time, and it killed a part of you every time you thought about it.
But that was another reason why you were excited to get out of Hawkins, you would leave Steve behind, maybe meet a guy at college and finally move on from your dumb crush and have a relationship of your own.
That afternoon after you made it to the graduation, everything felt too real. You stood with your friends, dressed in your orange caps and gowns as guests all took their seats, and then the music played, queuing you all to take your seats so the ceremony could begin.
As you walked to your seats, lined up alphabetically like you had rehearsed, you looked around the bleachers to see who you could recognize.
There was Jonathan filming the event off to the side, Joyce, Hopper and El, the Wheelers (including Nancy), Lucas’s parents, Dustin’s mom, Mr. Clarke and Murray, Robin, and Steve.
He was dressed in a suit with a pair of sunglasses on, but as you all walked out, his head turned away from Robin to watch you all. You raised a hand and gave a small return, and he grinned, both him and Robin waving back and you smiled, looking down at your shoes before taking your seat.
Dustin’s valedictorian speech started off normal, he mentioned how he had wanted a normal childhood, but that didn’t really happen, due to obvious reasons. He went on to mention D&D, talking about bad chaos and good chaos. He mentioned making friends with people who were never supposed to be his friends, and how he had seen the same happen to others. He talked about how he was now a better person because of his friends.
But then, towards the end of his speech, something shifted. He called Principal Higgins a square, took off his robe and ripped open his shirt to reveal a t-shirt reading ‘Hellfire Lives’. You cheered loudly for your friend, and so did the others as he went on to say, “Screw the school. Screw the system. Screw conformity. Screw everything and everyone trying to hold you back and tear us apart, because this, this is our year!”
And as you all cheered for him, Dustin snatched his diploma from Principal Higgins and flipped the old man off, just like Eddie had said he would your freshman year.
After the ceremony, you and your friends ran through the sea of orange robes to find him.
“Dustin!” You all called out upon spotting him and the four of you hugged him tight.
“You’re a madman. You’re an absolute madman.” Mike said first as Dustin shook his shoulders with an excited laugh.
“Higgins totally shit his pants.” Lucas added with a laugh.
“Yeah, what’s he gonna do, expel me?” Dustin asked.
“You’re crazy.” Lucas told him, but before the conversation could continue, a voice cut in.
“Hey.”
You turned to see Stacey Albright, the same girl who had once teased you at the Snow Ball, approaching you, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will.
“Hey, Stacey.” Dustin greeted her with a grin and an attempt at speaking casually, but your smile fell just a little.
“I just wanted to say what you did up there was pretty badass.” She complimented Dustin, and for a moment you thought she wasn’t going to be serious. But, then again, everyone had matured since middle school.
“Oh. Thanks. I was kind of just going for like a bit of like a Belushi thing. But if he was like in a Hughes film.” Dustin scratched his eye and you shared a glance with Will, who was standing to your left. “But I don’t know. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah. No, totally.” She told him and there was a bit of an awkward pause where she went to turn around and walk away.
“Why did I say that?” Dustin whispered to you and you shrugged, but then Stacey had turned back.
“Hey, so I’m having a party later tonight. You guys should come.” She told you all, then made direct eye contact with you and smiled. Not in a teasing way, but more genuine. You did your best to smile back before she walked away.
“Did that just happen?” Dustin asked Will the moment she left, and the boy chuckled in response.
“Should we go?” Will asked, looking around the group, his eyes lingering on Mike.
“Is that rhetorical?” Lucas asked back, because the answer was obvious.
“No. Screw that. I got a better idea.” Mike stated.
His better idea had been a D&D campaign, and so the seven of you – You, Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Will, El and Max – all cramped around the table in Mike’s basement to play D&D until dinner, laughing and reminiscing about the last six years of your lives and the chaos you had all survived.
But after dinner?
“We still have time to go to Stacey’s party after this.” Lucas had said first, checking his watch by the Wheeler family’s front door.
“Oh, my god, please.” Dustin clamped his hands together and gave Mike his best puppy dog eyes. “Come on, dude, let’s go.”
Mike rolled his eyes. “Seriously?”
“Come on, Mike, don’t be a party pooper.” Max had teased, making El giggle from where she stood by Dustin’s side.
El and Dustin had gotten closer over the last year or so, after she and Mike had finally broken up for good. She had, obviously, been very behind on school, and was currently a grade behind you all, having to take summer school to catch up, but Dustin had been tutoring her and helping her with any subjects she had been struggling with, and now sometimes she hung out with Dustin more than you did.
Another recent development had been with Will and Mike. About a year ago, Will told you, Dustin, Lucas, Max and El that he was gay. He said he had only told his mom, his brother, Mike and Robin before that. Now, Mike hadn’t told you anything, but sometimes you caught the two of them sending each other glances across the room like they were the only two people around.
Will turned to face Mike. “Yeah, Mike, come on. It’ll be fun.”
Then Mike sighed, dropping his head back with a groan before throwing his arms up in the air in front of himself. “Fine.”
You had all walked to the party at Stacey’s house, and once you arrived she, as well as many others, were happy to see you all there.
It was like years of bullying and cliques and labels in school didn’t matter anymore, and that felt weird. It looked like the entire senior class was there.
Kids were high-fiving Dustin as they passed him, complimenting him on his speech loudly, raising their voices to be heard over the thumping bass of the music practically vibrating the house.
You and your friends decided to just let go and have fun; talking to people you usually wouldn’t, drinking alcohol, drinking a lot of alcohol. At one point you and Dustin had started teasing Lucas and Max as they made out in the corner of the room, only for Lucas to let go of Max and start chasing Dustin through the house, leaving you, Max and El bursting into a fit of laughter in the corner.
But the later into the night you got, the more drunk you had all become, and eventually you were all collapsed onto a couch together, El giggling as she played with Dustin’s curls while Max rested her head on your shoulder, her legs thrown across Lucas’s lap. Mike and Will were sitting just a little too close for it to not mean anything by your other side.
Then someone mentioned being tired, someone else started to get sad about the fact you would all be going away to separate colleges soon, and then you were all debating who to call to pick you up.
Will called Jonathan first, who said he could come pick up his brother and sister and one other person, which ended up being Mike.
You, Dustin, Lucas and Max had to find a different ride home, so Dustin went to make a call.
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Steve had gotten home a couple of hours earlier after making plans to meet up with his friends in Robin’s weird uncle’s house in Philadelphia once a month, and he had been stretched out on the sofa, his arm around Kristen, his girlfriend, as the two of them watched a movie together.
When his phone rang, he furrowed his brows in confusion before getting up and crossing the room to pick it up, assuming that maybe Robin had left something behind in his truck earlier.
Instead he found Dustin on the other end, his words slurred slightly as he asked for Steve to come pick him up.
“Are you drunk, Henderson?” Steve asked, crossing one arm around his torso as he leaned back against the kitchen counter. Kristen had poked her head out of the living room to see what was going on, and he waved her off.
“Pfft, not even. Just, like, a little.” Dustin replied, though his words said otherwise.
“Alright, bud.” Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “Where are you?”
“What’s the address?” He could hear Dustin ask someone else on the other end before he recited Stacey’s address. “Oh, and can you pick up the others too?”
Of course, Steve couldn’t fit four teenagers into his truck, which meant he had to borrow Kristen’s car to go pick you all up, and when he arrived at the address he found the four of you seated on the curb, the party still going on in the house behind you.
Dustin was already half passed out, leaning against Lucas, but he grinned when Steve approached.
“Steve!” He cheered before nudging you and tugging on Lucas’s arm. “Guys, Steve’s here!”
“Steve!” The rest of you chorused the cheer, your face lighting up immediately, and Steve laughed before offering Dustin a hand to lift him up.
While Dustin, Lucas and Max all piled into the backseat, you were left with the passenger seat. And while your friends passed out almost immediately, all leaning against each other as they snored softly in the backseat, you were wide awake.
Something by Queen played on the radio, faint but still clear enough for you to understand every word Freddie Mercury sang as Steve tapped along to the beat on the steering wheel.
“Thanks for picking us up, Steve.” You spoke, half mumbling, as you shifted in your seat, no longer staring out the window and now facing him.
Steve shrugged. “No problem. You know I’d do anything for you guys.”
You hummed before looking around the car. “This isn’t your truck.”
“Nope.” Steve agreed, taking a look around himself. “It’s, uh, my girlfriend’s car.”
“Right.” You had replied, then sunk back into your seat, your eyes fluttering shut a moment later. Steve exhaled out his nose lightly in a gentle laugh.
He glanced over at you, then to your other friends in the rearview mirror before you spoke again.
“I love you, Steve.” You stated, still half-asleep, but your voice was clearer than it had been before.
He smiled, flicking on his blinker as he turned a corner on the dark, empty streets of Hawkins. “I love you too, kid.”
“No.” You had sighed, and Steve glanced your way again, watching how each street lamp illuminated your face for a few seconds as he passed them. “I mean, I love you like… like how you love Kristen.”
He stopped completely, the car slowing slightly, and he frowned as he looked your way again, one eyebrow raised. You what?
“You love her, right?” You asked and Steve coughed awkwardly.
“Well, yeah.”
“Good. She’s nice.” You mumbled. “You deserve that.”
Steve didn’t know how to reply. He had never felt so awkward in his life as he glanced your way.
“You don’t love me.” He told you, like he could decide that. Like saying that erased any feelings you might’ve had for him.
“Yes, I do.” You sighed again, turning to face the window again. “But, it’s fine. I get it. And I’m glad you’re happy, and once I go to college I’m gonna find a boy and he’s gonna love me and I’m gonna forget all about you, so it’s fine.”
And then you went silent for the rest of the car ride. When Steve pulled up outside of Dustin’s house, you shot him a kind smile, thanked him, and left the car like nothing had happened, waking Dustin up before the two of you headed off to the front door with nothing more than a goodbye.
And Steve sat there for a moment, watching the two of you make it into the house before he just stopped, thinking over the interaction he just had with you, extremely confused, because you were in love with him? Since when had you loved him?
The next time he saw you was a week later at one of his baseball games when you and your friends had all shown up to watch.
You were acting like nothing had happened, teasing him with Max like normal, laughing with your friends, acting like you hadn’t drunkenly confessed your love to him a week earlier.
Naturally, Steve assumed you were too drunk to remember the interaction. Hell, he assumed the entire interaction had only happened because you were drunk, because Steve didn’t think you loved him.
But you did love him, and you didn’t forget about the interaction.
Neither did Steve.
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a/n: holy shit this was wayyyy longer than i had anticipated uhhh no wonder it took me literal months to write omfg. anyway the rest of the series is set in 1993, and the next chapters will be shorter i swear. um, i hope you liked this and the few changes i made lol. i’m excited for this series!!
a million little times (that's the things about illicit affairs)
prologue: "born from just one single glance"
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
chapter summary: when you first met steve harrington, you had no interest in him, but once you get to know him, you can't help but form a bit of a crush on him, and as the years go on, that crush seems to grow into something more. the only issue? steve is four years older than you.
chapter tags/warnings: there are no romantic interactions between steve and the reader in this chapter other than her crush on him. age gap (4 years), stranger things seasons 1-5, mentions of blood and violence and death, unrequited love, underage drinking, alcohol, hospitals, lil childhood crush, references to bad relationships with parents, uhh monsters and kidnappings and basically everything that happens in the show butttt a few things change. el lives!! references to henderhop and byler (which will be canon later idgaf).
steve has no romantic interest in the reader when she is a minor. that’s weird as fuck.
word count: 19.4k
series masterlist , spotify playlist
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The first time you met Steve Harrington was in Hawkins Memorial Hospital.
It was July 1976, you were five years old, almost six, he had just turned 10. He had fallen off of his bike and broken his arm, and you were waiting for your dad to come pick you up while your mom started her shift as a nurse.
You and Steve had been sitting next to each other in the Emergency Room, his arm in a brand new cast, and you swinging your legs over the edge of your seat.
You had spoken to him, asking if his arm hurt or what happened, and Steve had told you.
Neither of you remembered that moment, but when you think about the first time you met Steve Harrington you still think about Hawkins Memorial Hospital, but for a different reason.
The night of November 12th, 1983, or maybe it was the early hours of November 13th, your friend Will Byers had finally been found after spending a week trapped in a dark, alternate dimension you and your friends had dubbed ‘The Upside Down’.
You were 13 now, the oldest of the party (beating Lucas by a whole 4 months), and Steve was 17.
After you had spent the night chased by government agents, and evil scientists and literal monsters, and after you had watched your new friend Eleven – El – die.
You and your friends had been cramped into the hospital waiting room, hoping to see Will when he woke up. Lucas and Dustin had been passed out, leaning on each other, and your head was on Dustin’s shoulder as you slept too.
Steve Harrington was also in the waiting room, sitting between a snoring Ted Wheeler and the door. His face was bloody and bruised as he stared at a blank spot on the floor ahead of him.
At this point in time, you didn’t know Steve. You knew of him, that he was a douchebag high schooler, that people called him ‘King Steve’, and that he was dating your friend Mike’s older sister, Nancy.
That night is when you think you met Steve Harrington for the first time.
You didn’t see him very often after that, maybe a few times at the Wheeler household when he was hanging out with Nancy and you were there to play D&D in the basement with your friends, sometimes you’d both be seated at the dinner table, but that was about it.
You didn’t really care about Steve then, he was just some guy – an asshole – who was dating Nancy, and nothing else.
That is, until the beginning of November, 1984. Just days after Halloween, after meeting Max Mayfield for the first time, and after Will’s episode on the field at the school.
You’ve always been closer with Dustin and Lucas than you have been to Mike and Will. In fact, out of all of them, you always considered Dustin to be your best friend.
That might be why you answered his code red that morning, while Lucas went out to try and recruit Max, the new girl, into your party. You were all for Max joining your party, you thought she was cool, and it would’ve been nice to have another girl around.
You ended up helping Dustin scrub blood out of the shag carpet in his bedroom, and helped him bury his now-dead cat after Dart, the slug-like creature Dustin had found in his trash, had turned out to be a baby Demogorgon.
Nobody else was answering the call, so you and Dustin headed to the Wheeler house to try and find Mike, or maybe even Nancy, but neither of them were home.
And when the two of you turned away from the front door to head back to your bikes, Dustin muttering obscenities under his breath, you watched a familiar BMW pull up outside the house.
Enter Steve Harrington. Again.
A bouquet of roses in one hand, running the other through his perfectly styled hair, now walking across the Wheelers’ front lawn and towards the door.
Was it fate? No, just convenient timing, but the next night your perception of Steve Harrington would entirely change for the rest of your life.
You had watched him walk down the steps to Dustin’s cellar, nail bat gripped in his hands, and your first thought was that you hadn’t realized how brave Steve Harrington actually was.
And the next day you had followed him down a set of old rail road tracks, dropping chunks of raw meat onto the ground and listening to him giving Dustin horrible advice on girls. At one point, he had even turned back and asked for your opinion, only for you to totally disagree with what he was saying, but he brushed you off like it was nothing.
Soon, once Lucas and Max had joined you in the junkyard, the five of you set up an old bus as your base of operations, and after that you were hiding inside.
Lucas and Max were up on the roof, keeping watch, Dustin was pacing angrily; he was mad about Lucas telling Max everything and letting her tag along, and you were sitting on one of the old bus seats with your arms crossed to your chest, watching Steve flick his lighter open and closed.
He was cool, you could admit that now. Sure, he still seemed like a douchebag, but after spending literally all day with him, you had come to find Steve wasn’t as bad as you had thought.
And he was kind of… cute. He had nice eyes, and a nice nose, and the moles littering his face were just the cherry on top. And not to mention his ridiculous, but somehow attractive hair that you had recently learned he styled with Farrah Fawcett’s hairspray. Plus, he was charming.
He looked up at you, catching you staring, and gave you a smile. Your eyes darted down immediately, face heating up quickly out of embarrassment of being caught.
“You good over there, kid?” He asked, calling out across the bus. You just nodded in response, avoiding his eyes.
That nickname would stick around much longer than you’d have liked.
And once Dart and the other Demo-dogs had started to arrive, and they weren’t taking the bait, Steve tossed his lighter to Dustin, telling him to “get ready,” and you watched him go outside with that nail bat, using himself as bait.
“He’s insane.” Max had stated, and you had silently agreed.
“He’s awesome.” Dustin had said with an awestruck expression, and for some reason you agreed with that too.
Dustin had clearly begun to admire Steve as a kind of role model, while in that moment, as you watched a number of Demodogs surround him swing at the monsters after you and your friends, you were beginning to admire Steve in a different way.
When he had run back to the bus, several Demo-dogs were right on his tail, and you had all screamed at him to run faster until he was eventually launching himself into the bus.
He pushed you all to the back of the bus, away from the monsters clawing at the door, and you were the one to make it to the ladder at the back of the bus, and the moment you looked up at the hole and saw a Demogorgon looking down at you, you screamed loudly.
“Out of the way! Out of the way!” Steve had yelled and Max yanked you back with her own shriek of fear, having seen the monster for the first time. Steve forced his way in front of you all, pushed you behind him, and raised the bat threateningly, ready to swing at the Demogorgon again. “You want some?! Come get this!”
And in that moment, right there in that rusty old bus, you fell in love with Steve Harrington.
He had jumped in front of you with nothing but that nail-studded baseball bat to protect you all, he had pushed you behind him like it was nothing, like it was easy.
For the rest of that night you were practically glued to his side, not close enough for him to notice, but lingering close enough that he was always nearby. Whatever room he was in, you weren’t far behind him.
From your walk to the lab, where you met up with Nancy and Jonathan, and soon after Chief Hopper, Joyce, Mike and Will, all the way to the Byers’ house, where you discovered that Will was possessed by the shadow monster he had seen and was somehow connected to the monsters, like a hive mind.
You and your friends made the connection between the shadow monster and the Mind Flayer, which Dustin then explained to the rest of the group, and soon after you, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Steve and Nancy waited inside while the others tried talking to Will in the newly disguised shed.
You sat on the couch, watching Steve as he practiced swinging his bat in the middle of the living room. You tried not to stare, really, but your newfound crush was hard to ignore. But then, awkwardly, you glanced over to Nancy.
Right, she was Steve’s girlfriend. Or… ex-girlfriend now? You weren’t sure, but all you knew was that you immediately felt guilty and you cast your eyes down to stare at your shoes instead.
When the Byers’s phone rang not once, but twice, and Nancy ripped it from the wall and threw it across the room, everything got hectic immediately.
The others came rushing back inside from the shed, weapons were distributed, and as Steve raised his nail bat, he pushed you behind him again so you were standing beside Dustin.
When the dead Demo-dog came flying through the window, shattering the glass, you all jumped back, and when El walked through the front door, relief flooded through your body immediately.
Her hair that had once been shaved was now slicked back, she was wearing dark clothes, converse and cuffed jeans, and had dark eye makeup on her face.
And when Hopper took a yelling Mike down the hallway to Will’s room after it came out that the Chief had known where she was for the entire last year and hadn’t said a thing to anyone.
But then she walked over to you, Dustin and Lucas, hugging the boys first and even touching Dustin’s teeth, which had only just grown in, before she walked over to hug you next.
“I’ve missed you so much.” You told her and she hugged you tighter.
“I missed you too.” She said before pulling back and smiling.
Max stepped forward to introduce herself, giving a polite smile and holding out her hand, but instead of greeting her back, El brushed her off and walked away, towards Joyce.
Max turned to look at you, hurt evident on her features, and you watched El walk away.
“Did I do something wrong?” Max whispered to you and you frowned.
“I don’t… No, I don’t think so.” You told her and pat her shoulder.
Then soon after Hopper and El left to close the gate, and Will was taken by the Byers’ and Nancy to try and separate him from the hive mind, which left you and the rest of your friends alone with Steve once more, which was fine until Billy showed up.
Billy Hargrove was Max’s older step-brother, and he was a total piece of shit. Steve had gone outside to try and get him to leave, and Billy had just shoved him to the ground before bursting through the door, but instead of going for Max, he went for Lucas.
You and your friends were all shouting at Billy to stop as he slammed Lucas against the wall, threatening him, telling Lucas he was “So dead.”
And that’s when Steve stepped in and punched Billy, and for a moment things were looking up. Until they weren’t and Steve ended up getting his face pummeled in by Billy, who Max knocked out a moment later with a needle of whatever Hopper had used to knock Will out earlier.
“Shit, shit, shit, what do we do?” Dustin exclaimed, looking down at the two unconscious 18-year-old boys lying in the middle of Joyce Byers’s living room.
“We have to get to the tunnels,” Mike decided immediately. “To help El.”
“What about Steve?” You spoke up, gesturing down to him and his swollen face.
“What about Steve?” Mike repeated, giving you an unbothered look.
“Well, we can’t just leave him here, Mike, look at him.” You pointed out, and the five of you stared down at his bloody face, bruises already blooming on his skin beneath the red liquid.
“She’s right.” Dustin backed you up immediately. “Besides, he just saved Lucas, we can’t just leave him here for Billy to probably murder when he wakes up. Or what if he chokes on his own blood or some shit?”
Mike groaned loudly, rolling his eyes and looking down at his older sister’s ex? boyfriend. “Fine, whatever, we can bring him.”
“Yeah, but how are we even going to get there? It’s not exactly like we can just walk to the farm.” Lucas asked and Max spun on her heels quickly, walking over to Billy and digging through the pockets of his jeans before pulling out his car keys.
“I’ll drive.” Max said, holding the keys up and dangling them from her fingers.
“What? No!” Mike scoffed. “You can’t drive!”
“I’ve driven in a parking lot before, and I can guarantee that’s more than any of you.” She pointed around at the rest of you. “Besides, Steve clearly can’t drive because he’s practically dead.”
Dustin took off running down the hallway.
“Dude, where the hell are you going?” Lucas yelled after him.
“I’m getting medical supplies!” Dustin had shouted back.
You and Dustin were stuck cleaning up Steve’s face to the best of your abilities while the others scrambled around the house, collecting items they said you needed to go into the tunnels and light the ‘hub’ on fire.
Mike made a map based on the drawings taped to the walls, you all put pairs of gloves and masks in the trunk of Billy’s Camaro before you and Dustin hauled Steve into the backseat.
The car was extremely cramped, Max taking the driver’s seat, much to Mike’s chagrin, and Lucas took the passenger seat beside her to navigate with a map of Hawkins.
You, Dustin and Mike squashed into the backseat, and Steve was pulled between you and Dustin, though he was mostly lying on your laps due to the lack of space. At the time you had been extremely thankful that the car was dark, because your face was burning just due to the minimal contact.
After that, the night faded into a blur of chaos. Steve woke up, screaming frantically about Max driving, sounding so terrified that you were surprised he didn’t jump out of his skin, while Mike snapped at her from the backseat. Dustin was doing his best to comfort Steve while Lucas shouted directions at Max over the noise, screaming at how sharply she turned the corner into the farm.
You were frozen in your seat, stiff as a board, because in his panic Steve had grabbed a hold of your arm and now your heart was beating a mile a minute.
Then came the tunnels, dark, slimy, filled with spores from the Upside Down, and monsters from the very same place. Once you had made it to the hub with little-to-no trouble and doused it in gasoline, Steve tossed in his lighter and lit the place up.
You all raced back to the exit while Demo-dogs chased you all down the tunnels. Steve had lifted Max, Lucas and Mike up and out of the hole before the monsters came bounding around the corner, heading right towards you.
Steve’s arms wrapped around you and Dustin instinctively, and you had squeezed your eyes shut out of fear for your life.
The Demo-dogs just ran right by the three of you, and once they were gone, you all let out relieved breaths.
“You okay, Henderson?” Steve asked, patting Dustin on the shoulder and he nodded. Then he looked at you. “You good?”
Steve hoisted Dustin up first, and Mike and Lucas pulled him up and out of the hole. Then Steve turned to face you.
“Alright, your turn, kid.” He had said, and all you could do was nod before Steve was grabbing your hips to help lift you out of the hole, and butterflies had swarmed in your stomach.
You felt ridiculous. All this for some stupid crush on Steve Harrington? You had to be out of your mind.
Surely it must’ve just been because of the situation over the last few days, and once everything went back to normal, you’d see Steve less and this crush would fade, right?
Wrong.
Suddenly, Steve was everywhere. Since his breakup with Nancy (which you had confirmed a couple weeks later when Will mentioned something about her and Jonathan definitely being together) Steve clearly had a lot of time on his hands, because now he was always hanging out with Dustin.
And because Dustin was your best friend, that meant you saw Steve a lot more than you would’ve liked. And that crush didn’t fade, not even a tiny bit.
By the time December of 1984 rolled around, Hawkins Middle School’s annual winter dance, the Snow Ball, was here.
You had been excited for the dance for weeks, it was an excuse to go out and dress up with your friends for a night, and maybe you hoped a boy would ask you to dance.
You had seen Lucas and Max grow closer, and Mike and El seemed to have something going on, and you wanted something like that too. And, besides, a boy your age asking you to dance might’ve helped you get rid of this stupid crush on him.
But it turned out that the boys at the dance weren’t the people you should’ve been worried about, because not even five minutes after you had arrived, feeling good about yourself and excited to see your friends, Stacey Albright cornered you.
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Steve watched Dustin walk into the gym with an unfamiliar sense of pride; the smile that sneaks its way onto his face shows as much. He watched Dustin talking with Mr. Clarke, like a proud big brother, before his eyes betrayed him, his gaze slipping past Dustin and landing on Nancy.
Nancy, his now ex-girlfriend, was inside the gym, volunteering at the middle school dance because that’s the kind of person she was.
Steve’s eyes softened, but the smile he had had already disappeared from his face. He only stared for a moment, just a couple of seconds, before he forced himself to start the car and drive away so he could spend the next couple of hours alone before he had to come back and pick Dustin up.
But Steve only drove a few feet away before he stopped again, because as he turned to drive around the side of the gym, he spotted you.
You were sitting on the curb in your dress, knees brought up to your chest, and from where Steve was it looked like you were crying. Steve’s brows scrunched at the sight, why aren’t you inside with the others?
Steve parked not too far away before exiting his car, brushing his hands on the front of his red sweater, before he approached you.
Your eyes were glued to the ground in front of you, your shoulders shaking as your body was wracked with sobs, your chin buried in your arms that sat atop your knees. The sight made Steve frown.
“Hey, kid.” Steve spoke up and you jumped, your head snapping up so quickly Steve thought you were going to get whiplash. “Sorry– didn’t mean to scare you. What are you doing out here?”
You shrug half-heartedly, looking away from Steve and down at the ground, sniffling as you brought a hand up to your face, rubbing your eyes.
“I’m fine.” You told him and Steve let out a snort.
“Yeah, I’m not buying it.” He dropped down onto the curb to sit beside you, and your eyes went wide as you watched him do so. “What’s going on?”
“It’s dumb.” You muttered, still avoiding his eyes.
“It can’t be that dumb if it’s got you out here crying instead of being inside and having fun with your friends.” Steve pointed out and you sighed, still not looking at him. “Come on, kid, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“Just… some girls.” You mumble, and Steve’s frown etched itself deeper into his face. “They were saying stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?”
You didn’t reply, instead you crossed your arms across your chest and curled further into yourself.
“Sometimes I just wish I was normal.” You said, and Steve paused.
“You are normal.” Steve said and you scoffed.
“No, I’m not.” You stated. “I’m a weird nerd and I’m ugly, and my dress looks ugly and no boys are gonna dance with me, I shouldn’t have even come to this stupid dance.”
For a moment, Steve didn’t know what to say. He knew how to talk to the boys, because he used to be a 13-year-old boy, but you? That was some new territory for him. But he found the words soon enough.
“Don’t listen to those other girls, they’re just jealous.” Steve stated. You immediately opened your mouth to protest, but Steve cut you off. “You’re way cooler than those other girls. You’ve fought interdimensional monsters.”
“You did most of the fighting.” You mumbled, but Steve waved you off.
“That’s besides the point.” He said. “If those other girls are being mean to you, they’re just lame.”
“This dress is lame.” You muttered back, flicking at your skirt.
“No, it’s not. You look pretty.” Steve complimented and you finally looked over at him.
“You really think so?” Your voice was quiet, but your eyes were wide and locked onto Steve as your tear-stained cheeks flushed.
“Very pretty.” He told you with a nod. “Too pretty to be sitting out here and crying while all of your friends are inside and probably wondering where you are.”
“But what if nobody wants to dance with me?” You asked Steve, tears still brimming in the corners of your eyes. “That’s what Stacey said would happen.”
“Well Stacey sounds like a bitch.” Steve stated bluntly, causing a giggle to escape your lips. “And if no boys want to dance with you, it’s because middle school boys are dumb.”
“I can’t wait to go to high school.” You said, and Steve chuckled.
“Yeah, well, high school boys are pretty dumb, too.” He said with an exhale, gesturing to himself. “But trust me, kid, one day you’re gonna find some guy who loves you for all those things you don’t like about yourself, and those girls are probably never gonna find something like that.”
“What makes you so sure?” You asked Steve, more curious than anything, but still soaking in every word.
Steve just shrugs. “Because you deserve it.”
You stared at him for a moment. You had stopped crying by now, and Steve took that as a small victory as you gave him a small smile.
“Thanks, Steve.” You sighed and Steve stood up, offering you his hand.
“Come on, let’s get you inside to your friends.” Steve said and you took his hand and let him lift you to your feet. You brushed off your skirt, frowning as you wiped your cheeks, and you nodded.
But you didn’t even make it around the corner before you froze at the sound of Cyndi Lauper’s Time After Time flooding out from the gym.
You spun around to face Steve again.
“I can’t do it. Nobody’s gonna dance with me.” You stated. “I don’t even know how to dance.”
“It’s easy.” Steve shrugged, then he offered you his hand again. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
“Steve, you don’t have to.” You told him, eyes full of panic, but he brushed it off.
“I need practice before prom anyway, if anything you’re doing me a favor.” He said, making you chuckle. “Here, put your hands on my shoulders.”
That night Steve Harrington became the first boy you had ever danced with, in the dark Hawkins Middle School parking lot in the middle of a cold December night.
That night you also knew you were completely screwed, and no boy your age would ever stand a chance, because you were absolutely head-over-heels obsessed with Steve Harrington.
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The new year came quickly after that, and with 1985 came a brand new mall in Hawkins called Starcourt Mall, and after you and your friends officially finished middle school you were all spending almost every day of the summer there.
Well, all except Dustin, who went off to summer camp in the beginning of June. But the rest of you were spending your days outside riding your bikes or going swimming in the day before heading to the mall in the evenings.
And your favorite part of each trip to Starcourt, by far, was when you’d visit the little ice cream shop, Scoops Ahoy. Sometimes it was just for a snack, and sometimes it was to sneak into the movie theater for free.
The reason didn’t matter to you, because you were just happy to see Steve. He had gotten a job at Scoops Ahoy for the summer, which meant every time you went there, he was standing behind the counter in a cheesy sailor’s costume that he somehow still looked good in, hat and all. You were sure your face had flushed with heat the first time you had noticed his chest hair peeking out from beneath the shirt of his uniform.
There’s only one thing you didn’t like about seeing Steve at Scoops Ahoy, and that’s when he flirted with almost every girl his age who crossed the counter. He didn’t score a single date, not in that uniform, but it still hurt.
It made you wish that you were just a few years older. It made you think, if I was his age maybe he’d actually return your feelings.
And the thing was, Steve didn’t have a clue.
He greeted you casually, smiling at you or rolling his eyes like he did with all of your friends. A part of you was upset, but another part of you knew it was for the better.
Steve had just turned 19 that June, and you were turning 15 in September. He had graduated high school, and you were only just about to start when the summer was over.
Realistically, you knew it wouldn’t work, and you knew it would be just weird if Steve actually liked you back at that point, but it still felt like a curse.
–
The night before Dustin came home from Camp Knowhere, you and your friends wanted to go see Day of the Dead, which meant you had to sneak in. And sneaking in meant seeing Steve.
It’s not that you purposefully dressed up just because you’d be seeing Steve for what was probably one minute at most, but you might’ve been dressed just a little bit nicer than usual for a trip to the movies with your friends.
Of course, you, Lucas, Max and Will all ended up waiting outside the mall for Mike to arrive from his usual daily visit to El at Hopper’s cabin, which meant your friends had plenty of time to analyse your outfit–specifically Max.
“Why are you dressed up?” She asked you suddenly, cutting off Lucas and Will’s complaining about Mike’s tardiness, and you scoffed.
“I’m not, these are my regular clothes.” You weren’t exactly lying, but you weren’t telling the whole truth either.
Max’s eyes narrowed at you, but Lucas shrugged from beside her. “I think she’s dressed normally.”
“Thank you.” You said to Lucas, but Max just raised an eyebrow.
“Right.” She nodded slowly, and a moment later Mike arrived.
“You’re late.” Lucas had stated with crossed arms as Mike jumped off off his bike.
“Sorry!” Mike replied, but he didn’t seem to mean it.
“Again.” Lucas emphasised.
“We’re gonna miss the opening.” Will added.
“Yeah, if you guys keep whining about it.” Mike said as he put his bike in the bike rack. “Let’s go!”
“‘If you guys keep whining about it. Nyeh-nyeh-nyeh.’” Lucas imitated Mike and you had snickered.
Then as you walked through the mall, Lucas complained about and mocked Mike for spending so much time with El and not the rest of you. It made you and Will laugh.
As you and your friends pushed your way down the escalator and towards the food court, bumping into a bunch of people as you went, your stomach began to flip with excitement.
You all made it to Scoops Ahoy and Steve was nowhere to be seen, instead his co-worker Robin was behind the counter. You thought Robin seemed cool, from what you had seen she was funny, sometimes a little blunt, but you liked her. You just hoped Steve didn’t.
Mike smacked his hand down on the bell on the counter several times, despite the fact that Robin was right there. She sighed and called out, “Hey, dingus, your children are here!”
And then the window on the back wall slid open and there was Steve in his sailor uniform with a scowl on his face as he looked over your group.
“Again? Seriously?” He asked, but instead Mike just rang the bell once more. He groaned, but ushered you all over.
He held the door to the back room open for you all, Mike and Will entering first, then Lucas and Max, and you were pulling up the rear. You smiled up at him as you passed him.
“Hi, Steve.” You greeted quietly and he sighed, but put on a smile.
“Hey, kid.” He said, letting the back door swing shut before he headed to the front of the group to open the door to the delivery tunnel out the back. He peered out through the peephole to make sure nobody was around before ushering you all out the door and into the hallway. “Come on. Come on.”
While your friends all pushed in and walked ahead, you gave Steve an appreciative smile. He didn’t pay any mind, instead just looked pretty stressed out as he called out after you all.
“I swear, if anyone finds out about this–” He would say the same thing almost every time, because he was worried about losing his job, but he knew your friends wouldn’t give up until he let them through.
“We’re dead!” You all chorused and you waved to Steve before following your friends down the hallway.
Steve closed the door with a heavy sigh and walked through the Scoops Ahoy back room before he made it behind the counter again, only to find his co-worker Robin already staring at him with an amused smile.
“Oh, what now?” He groaned and she chuckled.
“That little girl has a crush on you.” Robin stated and Steve stopped in his tracks, his blue Adidas sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor.
“What? Who, Max?” He asked, confused. “I’m pretty sure she’s actually with Lucas again right now, so you’re definitely wrong.”
“Is Max the redhead?” Robin asked and when Steve nodded she sighed. “Well, I’m not talking about her, I’m talking about the other girl.”
Steve said your name, and now looked even more puzzled, his brows drawing inwards as he looked at Robin. “No, she doesn’t.”
“Uh, yes, she totally does, dingus.” Robin chuckled, shaking her head. “God, you really are oblivious.”
“Um, no, those kids all see me as, like, I don’t know… A babysitter, older brother type, you know? I’m their friend.” Steve explained, like Robin was maybe just missing something. She was completely unaware of the trauma bond that had formed between the group over the last two falls. “She doesn’t have a crush on me, okay? She probably just thinks I’m cool.”
But, of course, Steve was wrong and Robin was absolutely right, because you did have a crush on Steve, which is what Max had been making fun of you for quietly as you walked through the delivery tunnels.
“You totally have a crush on Steve!” She had whisper-shouted to you at the back of the group with a giggle and your cheeks flushed with warmth.
“No, I don’t.” You lied. “Shut up.”
“That’s why you got all dressed up!” She realized and you shot her a glare.
“Shut up, Max, before the others hear you.” You hissed and she snickered.
“I knew it.”
When you had successfully made it into the theatre, you had split off to the few empty seats in the room. Max and Lucas ended up in the row in front of you, Mike and Will
The movie had been fine, except for the fact the power had cut out completely only a few minutes in. But it wasn’t just in the cinema, it wasn’t even just Starcourt Mall, it was the entire town of Hawkins.
When the power came back and the movie continued to play, the entire theater cheered before falling back to a regular silence and the rest of the night went on just fine. Completely normal, unlike the rest of the week would turn out to be.
–
The next day you and your friends surprise Dustin at his house once he returns from camp, and Lucas ended up with hairspray in his eyes.
Finding out that Dustin had somehow scored a girlfriend he deemed ‘hotter than Phoebe Cates’ in his three-week-long science camp was a shock to not only you, but the rest of your friends too.
But that wasn’t as much of a shock as what you and Dustin heard on his super radio, which he had named Cerebro in a true X-Men fan fashion.
You had all spent the entire afternoon lugging Dustin’s radio equipment up the tallest hill in Hawkins, one your friends called Weathertop, because he wanted to introduce you all to his girlfriend, Suzie.
But as the day turned into night and Suzie was nowhere to be heard, your friends had slipped away one-by-one. First Mike and El, who had ditched you before even making it up the hill, then Lucas and Max who left once nightfall had hit. Will stayed the longest, but once it started to get too late he left too, suggesting you all play Dungeons and Dragons the next day.
You stuck around, mostly because you had noticed the way Dustin had seemed to deflate as each of your friends left, and you wanted to know if his girlfriend was real or not.
“Guess it’s just you and me, huh?” Dustin had said and you just nodded at him in the dark as he repeated the prase, “Suzie, do you copy?”
By the end of the night you still hadn’t heard from Suzie, but you and Dustin had somehow intercepted what sounded like a secret Russian communication. Which led you to Scoops Ahoy the next day.
Dustin, of course, had wanted to see Steve and complain about how everyone else had ditched him the night before, but he also wanted to recruit him because overnight he had somehow gotten the idea that if you were to translate the Russian phrases he had recorded off the radio, you’d all become ‘American Heroes’.
The thing is, though, Dustin wanted to tell Steve all of this alone, which meant while they were talking in a booth in the back corner, you were leaning against the front corner, shooting them glances.
Robin was behind the counter, serving customers and wiping down benches, while also watching you. And after calling out to Dustin, making fun of Steve, she turned to you.
“So…” She said your name and you looked up. “That’s your name, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” You replied and she nodded.
“Cool. So, uh, how long have you had a crush on Harrington over there?” She asked and your cheeks immediately flushed with warmth. Your fingers pinched at the chain of the necklace hanging from your neck, fiddling with the charm.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied. 13-year-olds aren’t the best at lying, and Robin very clearly saw right through you. “He’s, you know, old. And dumb. And hairy.”
Robin snickered and you looked down at your shoes. “Right.”
“I would never like him, okay?” You defended weakly.
“Like who?” Steve’s voice came from behind you and you froze, eyes going wide.
“Nobody.” You muttered and he raised his eyebrows. Dustin’s eyes locked onto yours and he stared you down like he was trying to read your mind. “Seriously, nobody.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, kid.” Steve teased and Robin glanced at you with amusement evident on her features. Then he nodded for you to follow him and Dustin to the backroom of Scoops Ahoy.
That’s where you spent the rest of the day, translating Russian phrases that seemed to be utter nonsense. Not a single word seemed to correlate with one another, and yet you had ended up translating a few sentences anyway.
Then, as you left Scoops Ahoy that night, you had all debated whether or not ‘The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west,’ was a secret code of some kind.
And then Steve worked out that the music in the background of the recording, something the rest of you had chosen to ignore, was in fact coming from a mechanical horse from inside of Starcourt Mall.
Then Robin left on her bike, while Steve waited in his car, watching to make sure you and Dustin were alright riding your bikes home.
When you were gone, riding your bikes side by side, Dustin spoke up. He offered for you to stay the night at his. He knew you didn’t want to go home, not to your parents who fight every night. You took him up on the offer.
The next day, you and Robin sat around at Scoops Ahoy trying to crack the entire code you had finished translating while Steve and Dustin searched the mall for any signs of ‘secret Russians’.
You sat cross legged on a countertop in the back room, the straw of a milkshake between your lips while Robin mumbled the same words over and over, staring down at a notepad.
Robin cracked the code that same day, and that night was the night you found the secret room in the back of the mall, guarded by what your group had now confirmed to be ‘Evil Russians’.
But, of course, finding the room wasn’t enough and then you needed to find a way in, and after Robin bought blueprints to the mall and roped Erica Sinclair into the mix, you made it into the secret room the next night.
Upon opening a box that was labelled for the mall’s Chinese restaurant, you all found something that absolutely wasn’t Chinese food. Once Steve had pulled out a glass cylinder of some kind of mysterious, green liquid, the secret room had began to move.
That was when you found out the room was an elevator.
The next couple of days were a blur. You were all stuck in that elevator overnight, you had to spend the night listening to Steve and Robin talking the entire time while your chest burned with jealousy.
But the rest of your time in that dark, underground base was worse. So much worse.
You had spent almost all day walking down a painfully long hallway, arguing about the design of the base, who was and wasn’t a nerd, and whatever the hell that mysterious, green and acidic liquid was. There was even one small moment where you, Dustin and Steve had all shared looks and debated quietly whether or not the Russians knew about the Upside Down.
Then you made it to the main part of the bunker which was crawling with soldiers and scientists. You made it up to the comms room and watched Steve fight and successfully knock out one of the Russian soldiers.
While Dustin celebrated and Steve smiled proudly, pushing some of his floppy hair away from his face, you had struggled to tear your eyes away from him. That was, until Robin found something at the top of a set of stairs.
It was a giant machine, and that machine was opening a gate. A gate to the Upside Down.
You couldn’t even explain anything to Robin or Erica because a moment later the five of you were sprinting down hallways and running around corners while Russian soldiers chased you until Steve and Robin had yelled for the three of you to leave them behind and escape into the vents.
You, of course, had been extremely hesitant. You didn’t want to leave them, and neither did Dustin, but they were busy trying to hold a door shut and get the rest of you out of there to follow you.
Erica went in first, then you had forced yourself to follow her before Dustin joined you in the vents and you crawled away having to listen to the sound of yelling in Russian behind you, because Steve and Robin had been caught.
Your time in the vents might’ve been worse than the elevator or the hallway, because now you were terrified. You had no idea if Steve and Robin were okay, or even alive. You had no idea where you were or how to get out of the bunker.
While Dustin explained everything to Erica, about when Will went missing and the Upside Down, and the two had an entire long conversation about My Little Pony, you were silent, only chiming in a few times to add to Dustin’s story. Erica had believed it all, except for the fact that Lucas was there, which was apparently hard for her to believe.
Once you had made it out of the vents and found Steve and Robin, they weren’t in the best condition at all.
You had gasped upon running into the room to find his face beaten black and blue, blood coated his face and his uniform and his eye was swollen shut. Robin looked better, shaken but unharmed for the most part.
Dustin had taken out the doctor in the room and the three of you had hurried to untie the older teens. The only issue was that Steve and Robin weren’t acting right.
They were giggling, a little hyperactive, whispering to one another, laughing hysterically at things that weren’t even funny, and just acting nothing like themselves.
You were the one to come to the conclusion that they were drugged once you were all back in the elevator, this time heading up. You had just watched Steve tumble to the ground after pretending he was surfing on some kind of delivery cart.
Dustin had checked and found his pupils were dilated and his eyes were a bright red. Though neither of them would give any of you a straight answer.
After getting out of the elevator, you had made it maybe ten feet away from the doors before two Russian guards were running towards you.
“Shit!” You and Dustin had yelled and shared a look before ushering Steve and Robin towards a door by your side.
“Why are we running?” Steve questioned and you had grabbed onto his arm to pull him into the delivery tunnels you would use to sneak into the cinema, and despite everything going on your stomach had fluttered at the contact.
Hiding in the cinema was easy. There was a late night showing of Back to the Future playing and you had forced Steve and Robin down into front row seats. You, Dustin and Erica had found more seats, but a moment later you and Dustin had headed up to the projection room with his walkie to try and get into contact with any of the others.
Luckily, you had managed to get into contact with Mike.
Unluckily, you had barely been able to tell him anything before the audio cut out and Dustin’s walkie ran out of battery.
He turned to face you with a desperate expression.
“Do you have yours?” He asked and you shook your head before pausing. “What about more batteries?”
“Wait–” You had realized and your face lit up as you met Dustin’s eyes. “I think my walkie is still in the backroom at Scoops.”
“Does it have battery?” He questioned you.
“I mean, it should do. It hasn’t been used in like a day.” You pointed out and Dustin shrugged. “Do you think we’d be able to get down to Scoops without getting caught?”
“Do you know the way through the tunnels?” He asked and you nodded.
“You have no idea how many movies Steve has sneaked us into, dude. Yeah, I know the way.” You stated before you both jumped up and hurried back down to the front row to find Erica.
The only issue was that now Steve and Robin weren’t in their seats.
After some searching, you had found them in the women’s bathroom, sitting on the dirty floor of the same stall, facing each other and laughing.
While Dustin scolded the pair for running off, you were trying your best to push down that disgusting feeling of jealously that swirled in your stomach.
The rest of the night was a mix of running from both Russian soldiers and a giant flesh-like version of the Mind Flayer, arguing with the rest of the group once you had all reconvened and shared what you had each discovered.
There was blood, you had to hold El’s hand tight while Jonathan had sliced her leg open looking for something that had been moving inside it. There had been singing, when Dustin had somehow come into contact with his girlfriend Suzie and you and Erica just had to sit on the grass beside him and watch. There had been fire, after the others had used fireworks to attack the Mind Flayer they had unintentionally set the entire mall on fire.
And there had been tears, because when they were down in that Russian bunker to close the gate that had been opened, Hopper had died. And Max’s step-brother Billy had been killed by the Mind Flayer right in front of her.
But, for the most part, everyone was okay. Some bloodier than others, some suffering a little more trauma than before, but okay.
Once he had gotten his keys back, some American soldiers had recovered them from the Russian base, Steve had driven you, Dustin and Robin back to his place.
The Harrington house was large, and empty. Steve had made some excuse saying it was to make sure the drugs wouldn’t kill him and Robin in their sleep, saying something else about how he had accidentally given the Russians Dustin’s full name, but you had a feeling he just didn’t want to be alone, not after everything that had happened.
The four of you had crashed in his living room, Steve covering the sofas and large wooden floor in a collection of pillows and blankets before you all practically passed out, sleeping in until late the next afternoon.
–
El and the Byers’ moved three months later, not long after you all started high school. Saying goodbye to your friends before they moved to California wasn’t easy for any of you, especially not for Mike, but you all pushed through.
High school was different. You, Dustin, Lucas and Mike had a rough start, but soon you joined a D&D club called the Hellfire Club, led by a senior named Eddie Munson.
Eddie was great, despite being older than most seniors due to being held back for several years. He was cool, he was funny, he had a band and he loved D&D.
Steve, unlike the rest of you, didn’t like Eddie very much. He would make vague comments here and there whenever Dustin mentioned him in passing, or when Mike talked about Hellfire, or when Lucas told him a story while the two practiced basketball.
High school was very different from middle school. While, at first, you and your friends had fallen into your usual places at the bottom of the food chain, that didn’t last long for some of you.
Lucas had made it onto the basketball team, though he had been riding the bench all year, which had already given him a bit of a boost when it came to terms of friends.
Mike and Dustin didn’t seem to care about popularity, rather embracing the fact that you were all nerds and geeks thanks to Eddie’s ‘guidance’.
Max still sat with you guys sometimes, hung out occasionally, but she had started to isolate herself from everyone. She had been struggling mentally, mostly due to her step-brother’s death, something she only ever told the school therapist and, well, you.
You weren’t quite sure what had happened to you in high school, or what had happened to your peers, because the bullying from other girls had diminished, and now they actually talked to you in the hallways, or sat with you in class, or paired up with you for projects.
It was different, but it was nice.
Though, sure, there were still times where they’d judge your friends, or some of your interests, like D&D, but you’d much prefer they make fun of the fantasy game you played with your friends than make fun of you.
Your first year of high school started off fine, great even, up until Spring break.
That’s when shit really hit the fan.
The last day of school before break was the last day of the Hellfire Club’s D&D campaign against the cult of Vecna, but it had coincided with Lucas’s basketball game. You had wanted to go and watch, but Eddie was already pissed enough that Lucas would be missing Hellfire, and you didn’t want to get on his bad side.
So you instead recruited Erica to be his substitute for the night, though you felt bad for missing your friend’s game, especially when you found out he not only actually had a chance to play, but had scored the team’s winning shot.
But the break itself was worse.
Mike had gone to California to visit El and Will, while you, Dustin and Max spent the first day of your break finding out that a Hawkins High student, Chrissy Cunningham, was found murdered at the trailer park Max lived in – specifically in Eddie’s trailer.
But Eddie himself was nowhere to be found, Max had seen him fleeing the scene in fear the night before, speeding out of the trailer park faster than she had ever seen him drive before.
So, of course, you, Dustin and Max had ended up in Family Video, where Steve and Robin had been working since about October, since the Byers’ had left town.
Your group debated on whether or not Eddie was capable of murder, Steve being the only person to really think he was, while proceeding to use the three phones inside the video store to call Eddie’s friends in an attempt to track him down.
You were helping your friends, of course you were, but you couldn’t help but sneak longing stares over at Steve as he ‘attended to the customers’, and flirted with any girl his age that walked through those glass doors.
But you pushed down those feelings of jealousy and disappointment you had grown familiar with and did your best to focus on the task at hand.
Still your eyes would betray you and flick towards Steve every so often, taking him in. The way his green vest stretched over his shoulders, the chest hair sticking out from the open top buttons of his polo shirt.
You’d watch him drag his hands through his hair in some kind of pathetic attempt to impress a girl who turned out to have a boyfriend and mourned the fact that you’d never be able to have him.
Eventually your friends managed to track Eddie down to the house of a drug dealer named ‘Reefer Rick’, and once you found him there, wide-eyed, shaking and terrified, Eddie told you all about what had happened with Chrissy.
How she seemed to be in a trance, how she floated into the air with her eyes rolled into the back of her head. How each of her limbs snapped and broke violently before her eyes popped from her skull and her body crumpled to the ground right in front of Eddie.
You, Dustin and Eddie then noticed the similarities between Chrissy’s trance and being under a spell or a curse. Specifically, Vecna’s curse. The same dark wizard you had just finished fighting in your Hellfire campaign.
You and your friends spent the next days doing your best to keep Eddie hidden from the police, bringing him food deliveries when you could, while also doing whatever research you could to find out what, or who, Vecna was, and why he was going after Hawkins High students.
After the second murder, a boy from the school paper named Fred, Nancy Wheeler joined your small group and you had to pretend you weren’t jealous whenever Steve looked her way, his eyes softening. When he practically jumped at the opportunity to go with her to follow a potential lead, only to end up pissed off when Robin went with her and he was stuck ‘babysitting’ you, Dustin and Max.
But then you found out Vecna was going after Max next, and suddenly everything was scarier. When you watched her float into the air just moments after Lucas had slipped her headphones over her ears, you thought she was going to die.
You had grabbed onto Steve’s arm out of fear, staring up at your friend as you all screamed her name, begging for her to come back down to the ground and out of that trance she was stuck in.
And she did, Max fell to the ground with the rest of you and Lucas cradled her shaking body in his arms, holding her close to his chest as she struggled to catch her breath.
After Nancy and Robin found out that Victor Creel’s family might’ve also been killed by Vecna, and Max had seen an old, broken house when she was in Vecna’s mind, your group went to the old abandoned Creel home to search for clues.
After Max found an old grandfather clock identical to the one she had seen in her visions, and Steve had suggested that Vecna could’ve been a clockmaker, you all split off into groups to explore. Robin and Nancy went together, Max and Lucas, which left you with Dustin and Steve.
Steve didn’t seem too thrilled, letting out a loud sigh and complaining about always being grouped with Dustin.
It made you frown, disappointment flooding your body. First you had been watching him make eyes and flirt with Nancy for the last couple of days, and now he was acting like being grouped with you and Dustin was a chore.
You were quiet as the two boys argued, Dustin quoting Sherlock Holmes and Steve not understanding a word before Dustin wandered off, and you followed behind.
Nobody really found anything in the house, but at one point while crossing the upstairs hallway you caught a glimpse of Steve and Nancy standing a little too close together while she smiled up at him. That was enough to dampen your mood for the rest of the night.
You knew it shouldn’t have mattered, there were more pressing issues going on at the time – like the fact Max had almost died and Eddie was being framed for murder – but you just couldn’t shake the jealous feeling away.
That night, after your flashlights had all blown up, you spent the night staring at the ceiling and replaying the way Steve had looked at Nancy over and over again.
It had just made you feel ridiculous. You needed to move on, find someone your own age, someone who could actually return your feelings and give you that love you craved so much. So you decided that you would, that tonight was the last night you would care about Steve Harrington and after that he would go back to being nothing more than a friend.
And then you saw him the next day, wearing that yellow sweater with a wide smile on his face, offering you Pringles in the back of Nancy’s station wagon, and you tried so hard to ignore the way your stomach fluttered when his big, brown puppy dog eyes met yours.
The fact that Vecna had killed another teenager – a boy from the basketball team named Patrick – the night before helped keep you distracted, but when you and your friends were walking through the woods in search of Eddie, following Steve and Dustin as they argued while leading you all to ‘Skull Rock’, you were left alone with your thoughts.
Of course, it wasn’t that long before Steve had found Skull Rock and began rubbing it in Dustin’s face that he was right and your best friend was wrong and you had found Eddie.
While Eddie ate the food you had all brought for him and he recounted the previous night’s events, including when Patrick was lifted into the air in the middle of Lover’s Lake and had each of his limbs snapped one by one, Dustin paced back and forth while staring down at his compass.
That was, until he yelled out a very loud, “Boom!” That echoed through the woods before he pointed at Steve. “Bada boom.”
Steve, naturally, was confused, as were the rest of you, before Dustin began spouting off about how Skull Rock was North once more, which made Steve roll his eyes before he started to argue back.
Then Dustin told you all that Skull Rock in fact was North, and his compass had been leading him in the wrong direction, which then made him point towards you and Lucas, making you recall a piece of information you had learned back when you were 13 and had just learned about El and the lab for the first time.
“Do you guys remember what can affect a compass?” Dustin had asked, and it was like a lightbulb had gone off in your head.
“An electromagnetic field.” You and Lucas both answered, like the memory of that information had just resurfaced for the first time in years.
While the others in the group were confused, you were starting to understand what Dustin was getting at. There was likely a gate somewhere nearby, much like when your compasses had deflected towards the lab back in 1983.
The rest of the afternoon was spent following Dustin and his compass through the woods as the sun set and darkness fell over Hawkins, and eventually his compass had started going totally beserk and he started running.
Eddie managed to grab him by the shoulder and stop Dustin from falling right into Lover’s Lake, which was where the compass had led him, which meant the gate was likely somewhere… inside of it.
The older teens all ended up on a rowboat with Dustin’s compass, leaving you, Dustin, Lucas and Max on the shore, watching them with a pair of binoculars.
“Wait, wait, wait. They’re stopping.” Lucas said suddenly, holding the binoculars to his eyes while hitting Dustin in the chest. “What are they stopping for?”
Dustin scrambled for his walkie. “Guys, what’s going on? Come on, guys, talk to me, what’s going on?”
You and Max had been standing off to the side, a little further back, whispering to each other, but your attention had been stolen once the boys had started to speak.
“Uh, Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital, ‘ahh!’” Robin’s voice crackled through and you had sighed, disappointed that you were all sidelined and forced to stay on the shore.
A few more silent moments passed before Lucas let out a disgusted groan.
“Ugh. When’d Steve get so hairy?” He asked and Max’s head snapped towards you with a wide smirk on her face, making your cheeks heat up as you whispered for her to stop.
“Right? I keep telling him he needs to tame that jungle, but he claims the ladies dig it.” Dustin explained and the boys each made a face before you stepped forward and reached for the binoculars around Lucas’s neck.
“Pass me those.” You said and he shot you a confused look before you took them right from his hands and peered through them yourself, getting a look at a very shirtless Steve Harrington in all his glory.
Lucas and Dustin shared confused looks for a moment before Dustin made a sound that was half a scoff, half a surprised yelp before asking, “Dude! What the hell?”
You just gave a shrug and watched as Steve dove into the lake, disappearing beneath the cold, dark water, and you handed the binoculars back to Lucas.
However, you and your friends didn’t get to see the outcome of the dive, because only a few moments after Steve dove in, you and your friends were lying on the ground and hiding behind a log because the cops had arrived.
Robin’s voice crackled through on Dustin’s walkie, saying Steve found the gate, but none of you paid any mind as he switched the walkie off and you stayed hidden for a moment more. And in order to keep the cops away from Eddie, Max jumped up and yelled for the cops to follow her.
Of course, you all got caught, and an hour later the four of you were cramped onto the couch in the Wheelers’ living room, surrounded by cops and your parents.
You had shrunk into the sofa at the sight of both your mother and father in the same room, but this time their anger was directed at you and not each other.
After some questioning, where you all lied in response to almost every question, you explained everything that had been going on to Erica, and she was the one who noticed the blinking light in the dining room, morse code that Dustin translated spelling out S.O.S..
Communicating with Steve, Nancy, Robin and Eddie in the Upside Down using Holly Wheeler’s lite-brite seemed crazy, but what was crazier was sneaking out of Nancy Wheeler’s bedroom window and running away from the cops, Erica popping the tires of the police cruiser before the now five of you rode your bikes across town to Eddie’s trailer.
There was a gate on the ceiling, and Dustin used a broom to break open the red, fleshy gateway to reveal the Upside Down on the other side. A moment later, Steve appeared above you, standing in the same place you were, looking up – or down – at the rest of you. Nancy, Robin and Eddie followed suit and you all waved happily, chuckling at the absurdity of the situation, before you were dragging Eddie’s mattress out of his bedroom to use as a landing pad to help the others through the gate and back to your world.
Except that proved difficult when after Robin and Eddie had crossed over, Nancy ended up in a trance much like Max and the rest of you searched Eddie’s trailer for any music that could help her while Steve stayed with her in the Upside Down, cupping her face and shouting for you all to hurry.
But Nancy got out of the trance on her own, and once she explained to you all what had happened, what she had seen, what Vecna – or Henry Creel, Number One – had shown her, to say you were terrified would be an understatement.
The end of the world. Hawkins on fire, everyone dying. Four gates opening up and spreading across Hawkins, splitting the Earth open.
Hearing that was enough to stop you from thinking about how Steve was sitting just a couple of feet away from you, completely shirtless except for Eddie’s denim vest he had started wearing at some point in the Upside Down.
So your group started coming up with a plan, Vecna wanted to kill four people, so Max would offer herself up as bait. Then, you’d strike.
Naturally, Eddie suggested getting weapons and gear from an army surplus store known as ‘The War Zone’, but it was too far for you to bike there. So Eddie hotwired his neighbors’ motor home and had Steve drive the damn thing there.
Halfway there, you had been sitting at a table in the back with Dustin, but your eyes kept drifting over to Steve driving the RV, and Nancy in the passenger seat talking to him with a soft smile. And Steve would turn and look at her with an expression you could only describe as pure longing, maybe even love.
And he told her a story about his dream for the future, about driving around in a Winnebago with five or six kids of his own, and then he looked at Nancy again. Suddenly you wanted to sink into the floor and never come back.
At the War Zone, you had to stay in the RV with Eddie, Dustin and Lucas as members of the Hellfire Club who were currently being hunted like the Salem Witch Trials, and obviously one of you had been framed for several murders in town. All of Hawkins believed you to be devil worshippers of some kind.
After your friends bought half of the store and then had a brief run in with Jason, Chrissy’s boyfriend, and the other members of the basketball team who were currently hunting you all down – especially Eddie – Steve, now dressed in a leather jacket and a camo shirt, pulled the RV off onto a field where you all began preparing your weapons.
You sat beside Max and Nancy on some old milk crates as Nancy sawed off the end of her new shotgun. Max asked her if it was legal for her to do so, and Nancy replied with something about it being a felony. You were distracted, yet again, by your overwhelming crush on Steve.
He was sitting with Robin in front of the Winnebago, filling bottles with kerosene to make their own flaming molotovs. And you kept glancing his way, then practically staring.
Then, at one point, he looked up and glanced your way. Your eyes darted away immediately and you turned your body to face Max, unaware that Steve hadn’t even noticed you staring because he had been looking at Nancy.
Max chuckled at you and immediately began with the teasing again, some comment about you drooling or making ‘heart eyes’ at Steve. You shushed her, but it was too late because Nancy, Steve’s ex-girlfriend who he had been flirting with over the last several days straight, had heard her.
Your face flushed with warmth and you looked down at your shoes on the grass, then shot Max a harsh glare when you thought Nancy wasn’t looking. But, of course, she still was, and even huffed out a little laugh.
“It’s okay,” She told you, her lip quirking up slightly as she said your name, and your attention was all hers a moment later. “I mean, I was the same once upon a time. Had a big crush on Steve, obviously you knew that because we…”
“Nancy.” You groaned, covering your face with your hands out of embarrassment, and Max had immediately started saying something about you being ‘in love with Steve for like two years’.
You should’ve been used to her teasing by now, it was stupid and you knew it. It was just some dumb teenage crush. But you had slowly began curling into yourself, your arms wrapping around your body as your thoughts and insecurities took over.
You weren’t sure if it was about Steve, or just about craving that kind of attention. Craving love and a relationship, much like you had seen and heard from your friends.
Max and Lucas, Mike and El, Dustin and his long distance girlfriend Suzie, hell, even seeing Nancy with Jonathan. It felt like you were missing out on something that everyone else was allowed to have.
Your friends were all growing up and getting these experiences you could only dream of, like having a first kiss, or dancing with a boy who actually liked you and wasn’t just trying to comfort you when he found you crying on the curb outside the Middle School gymnasium.
So you lived vicariously through teen romcoms and stories from other girls in school, fantasizing about the moment a boy would actually show that kind of interest towards you. To want you, to love you.
And Steve… Steve was older. He was cool, he was good looking, he was funny, he had that charm you had seen him use to ask girls out on dates at Family Video while you were browsing for the closest thing you’d ever get to a relationship, aka. Star Wars, where you’d watch Han and Leia and sigh to yourself, or some cheesy movie where the guy pines after a girl for years and then finally wins her heart.
But Steve was also the first boy who had ever said that you looked pretty, and he was the first boy who had ever danced with you. And he was the first boy you had ever had a crush on that had lasted longer than a couple weeks.
All of it together was just enough to make you crave it so badly. Crave that experience of a relationship and that feeling of love.
And of course the only boy you had ever really liked had absolutely no chance of liking you back. Not in a million years.
“Can we just drop it please?” You asked and while Max nodded, Nancy gave you a sympathetic look that made you want to crawl into a hole and die.
So that night you were dropped off at the Creel House with Max, Lucas and Erica, and after stepping off of the dead silent Winnebago, you turned back and looked at Steve, eyes full of fear. He was watching you all as you left, and when he saw you looking back, he nodded at you, telling you to go on.
You did. You followed your friends into the creaky, old, crumbling house as the sun set, unaware of just how badly the night would end.
It started off okay, walking around the house only in socks, using lanterns as light and communicating using notepads to avoid making any noise that could potentially alert Vecna to your positions, and soon you and Erica had been hurrying outside as phase 2 initiated, to signal to the others in the Upside Down when you were going into phase 3.
That’s when shit went downhill, because then Jason and his jock friends showed up. One of the basketballers, Andy, chased you and Erica away from the playground before he tackled you to the ground and pinned your arms behind your back.
You had been struggling against his grip until Erica managed to push him off of you and kicked him right in the balls, and Andy curled into himself, his hands grabbing at his crotch as he groaned in pain.
Then you and Erica had sprinted back into the Creel House, where Jason had headed when Andy went after you. The attic door had been locked once you reached it, but the two of you had managed to break it open and make it up to where Lucas and Max had been.
“Lucas!” Erica called out her brother’s name and you froze at the top of the stairs because Lucas was sobbing on the ground with Max pulled into his lap. Her limbs were snapped, twisted abnormally out of place and sticking out in directions that they shouldn’t, and her eyes were glazed over in a pure white, blood dripping down her cheeks.
Lucas had spun around immediately to face you both, screaming out, “We need a doctor! Call an ambulance! Hurry! Call an ambulance!”
And when Erica had rushed back downstairs, likely to find a neighbor or the closest possible phone, but you were completely stuck in place, staring at the girl you had grown up with, one of your best friends, as she sobbed in her boyfriend’s arms telling him that she was scared and that she wasn’t ready to die.
You were crying, your body shaking uncontrollably as you stumbled over to them, trembling as you dropped to your knees and practically begged her not to slip away.
“Erica, help!” Lucas shouted out, his voice so full of pain that you couldn’t breathe as you sobbed, gripping Max’s hand in yours as you pleaded with her to stay. But it didn’t work. Max died in his arms.
And then the Earth split open, a gate forming and growing. Lucas pulled Max away and you both scrambled to the side, watching as the gate ripped Jason in two and continued to spread further away from the Creel House and through Hawkins.
Then, after over a minute had passed, Max’s heart had started beating again, just enough that she was still alive. But Eddie wasn’t so lucky, he had died in the Upside Down, sacrificing himself to save Dustin.
Three days later, Max was in a coma in Hawkins Memorial Hospital, Mike, Will, El and Jonathan all arrived in Hawkins again, and you were helping Dustin, Robin and Steve volunteering in the post ‘earthquake’ aid and suddenly not having a boyfriend, or your crush not liking you back, didn’t feel like as a big of a deal as it had before.
And, somehow, life managed to return to normal after that. Well, something close to normal.
Hawkins was now under a government mandated quarantine, where the military crawled around every inch of the town, keeping you blocked off from the rest of the world.
You and your friends were starting your junior year in high school, except for El, who was hiding from the military, and Max was still in a coma and had been for the entire 18 months that had passed.
The crawls were new. Every couple of weeks Hopper would sneak into the Upside Down with the military through the massive gate in the middle of Hawkins, right at the library, and would search for Vecna while Dustin and Steve tracked him from your side and Mike and Lucas kept watch from the nearby church.
But after 18 entire long months, you found nothing. Not even the slightest hint that Vecna was anywhere near, and after over 30 crawls it was like the entire Upside Down had been searched from top to bottom and absolutely nothing was found.
Not until what would be later known as your last crawl, the one where Dustin didn’t show up and you were thrown into the Squawk van with Steve and had to practically beg for Jonathan to come along for ‘help’ when really you didn’t want to be left alone with Steve.
Your crush hadn’t faded, despite the fact that you didn’t see him as often as you used to. Not when Dustin was acting differently and seemed to be avoiding him half of the time. But you listened to the WSQK radio broadcasts every day, mostly for Robin’s DJ-ing and to listen out for any hidden codes about crawls, but also because you knew Steve was the one behind the station’s many sound effects in the background of the broadcasts.
You were now 17 years old, almost an adult, and you hadn’t gotten over the crush on the guy who was basically your best friend’s older brother that had formed back when you were 14. You still had absolutely no experience in anything even slightly romantic, and it was killing you.
But the crawl in the Squawk van had been even more awkward with Jonathan around, because then they argued about Nancy, of course they had, while you sat in the back of the van awkwardly while thinking about Hopper’s signal, which you had lost when the van broke down.
At one point, Steve had spun around to face you, gesturing to Jonathan and asking why you had brought him along because, “Byers is a total buzzkill’. Jonathan had rolled his eyes and called Steve a name, and Steve had mumbled a bland insult back, and it almost felt like you were at home, listening to your parents doing anything but getting a divorce.
Just seconds after Steve had managed to get the van running again, finally, Dustin showed up. His face was completely busted and he had blood leaking from his nose and down his chin.
That just resulted in another argument, this time between Steve and Dustin, while you searched for Hopper’s signal again, only to come up with nothing, other than a strange noise Dustin had brushed off as nothing important because it wasn’t Hopper.
That same night, Holly Wheeler had been taken from her own home by a Demogorgon and her parents had been attacked and had almost died. El had followed the monster into the Upside Down to try and catch up to them and save Holly.
Sometime early the next morning, long after the sun had risen, you had arrived back at the Squawk, where Will then explained that he had a connection to the hive mind again, and to Vecna, and he knew that Vecna was going after another kid from Holly’s class next, a boy named Derek Turnbow.
Mike and Nancy shared the information they had learned at the hospital, that Vecna had stalked Holly long before she was taken, but had appeared as Henry and pretended to be her friend, not someone to be afraid of.
So then you were all coming up with a plan to try and save Derek, and this plan involved drugging and kidnapping the kid and his entire family.
Lucas and Mike recruited Erica, because her best friend Tina was Derek’s older sister, meanwhile you were on the McCorkle farm watching Dustin destroy Steve’s car by affixing the telemetry tracker to the top of the Beamer and crushing Steve’s heart.
You couldn’t help feel bad for him and the way he frowned for the rest of the afternoon, wincing every time he caught a glimpse of the car.
That night, the plan went well. The Turnbow family were all successfully knocked out by the pie Erica made using benzos that Robin and Will stole from the hospital, and while Joyce, Robin, Will and Erica took the family away to the farm, the rest of you set up traps around the house in preparation.
Watching Steve use a chainsaw to cut open a giant hole in the living room floor might’ve been the highlight for you, well, until you had helped him set up a trap outside Derek’s bedroom door using some wood planks, nails and a trip wire. Once the trap had been set, Steve had given you a high five that had genuinely sent a jolt of electricity through your body and a smile etched itself onto your face.
When the Demogorgon arrived in Derek’s room, only to find a dummy in his bed instead, it was your and Lucas’s job to pelt the thing with water balloons filled with acetone so it was guaranteed to catch a flame once Jonathan threw a flare at it.
Once the Demogorgon flipped using a small gate it had made in the living room, Nancy and Jonathan rushed outside to join Steve and Dustin in the Beamer as they chased the Demogorgon, hoping it would lead them to Holly.
Later, when you, Mike and Lucas made it to the farm on your bikes, telling the others about how you saw soldiers loading Debbie Miller and a bunch of other kids Holly’s age onto a bus, Dustin, Steve, Nancy and Jonathan were nowhere to be found because Steve drove his car through a gate and right into the Upside Down.
Will told you all about what he had learned in the hive mind, how many kids Vecna wanted to take, and now the military had all of those kids in one place in an attempt to protect them. But you and your friends knew the only way to really protect them was to get them out of Hawkins and out of Vecna’s reach, which meant it was time to make a new plan.
This time, Robin made it, basing her entire plan on the film The Great Escape. But there were a few key pieces of information you needed. How would you know where the washroom was to know where to dig up from the tunnels below Hawkins? How would you know which kids were even being targeted by Vecna?
Mike’s solution was to send Derek Turnbow, the kid you had managed to save, into the MAC-Z and into the barracks with the other kids.
And the plan had almost worked, until a burst pipe led to you all getting caught before you had gotten all of the kids out and into the tunnels. Robin and Lucas took half the kids to Murray, but the rest of you were captured by the military.
Of course there was arguing, a fight started to break out after one soldier hit Derek on the back of the head, both you and Mike immediately jumping in to defend him, but everything stopped when Will fell to the ground.
Joyce rushed over immediately while you and Mike stayed with the kids, who were absolutely terrified. Will could sense the hive mind. Demogorgons were coming for the kids.
They burst through the plates and immediately began attacking the soldiers, who were shooting at them left and right. Gunshots filled the air, echoing through what should’ve been a quiet night, and flames burst around the military base.
You hadn’t really realized how much you had grown up over the last few years until you and Mike were leading the group of kids around the base, protecting them from the monsters, shielding them the same way Steve, Nancy and Jonathan used to do with you and your friends.
But it was all for nothing, because the Demogorgons took the kids in the end. Vecna himself had come through the gate in the MAC-Z and when a blast of flames sent you, Mike and the kids flying back, you were knocked out.
When you came to, Mike was pulling you to your feet, only for you both to flinch back when a Demogorgon jumped towards you.
You had raised your arms to cover your face in a weak attempt at a shield, but no impact was made. The Demogorgon had frozen midair, and how? Will had his arm outstretched towards it, keeping it frozen in the air, using his own powers to stop the Demogorgon.
You were absolutely bewildered, your mouth falling open in surprise, having to blink a few times just to confirm you weren’t still unconscious and that this was actually happening. Mike, on the other hand, was staring at Will in absolute awe.
Will lifted the Demogorgon into the air and snapped its limbs one by one before snapping its neck, similar to the way Vecna had killed Chrissy and the other teens, and had almost killed Max the year before. When its body crumpled to the ground, Will fell to his knees and wiped the trickle of blood that had formed under his nose.
Beside you, Mike had started to smile. The look on his face wasn’t something you quite knew how to describe at the time, but looking back later, you knew that was a look of love.
Back at the Squawk, the group had to come up with yet another plan to be able to find the others in the Upside Down and come up with a plan, because Lucas was sure Vecna’s plan to end the world was going to take place on November 6th, and that was just a day away.
Both Lucas and Erica came up with two separate plans, Erica’s involved creating a new telemetry tracker and finding Mr. Clarke and getting him to help, while Lucas wanted to Frankenstein one of the dead Demogorgons to link Will back to the hive mind.
You ended up going with Erica and Murray to find and recruit Mr. Clarke to help you, and it didn’t take much once you told him Dustin was in trouble and you needed his help.
The four of you spent all night recreating the telemetry tracker until you tracked Dustin’s location to Hawkins Lab, though, in the Upside Down. Of course, Mr. Clarke didn’t know that and assumed he had left or something similar.
The others had arrived not long after, and when you saw El, you moved forward to hug her, glad that she was home safe and no longer in the Upside Down, even if Dustin and the others were still stuck.
“Mr. Clarke, thanks for the assist.” Mike spoke, walking forward to shake your former teacher’s hand as you stood by his side again.
“Don’t thank me yet.” Mr. Clarke had replied. “We successfully trilaterated Dustin’s position here, to precisely where I stand now.”
“But by the time we arrived, he was MIA.” Erica continued.
“Well, he wouldn’t be precisely here. He’d be under.” Robin pointed out, crossing her arms, and you nodded along.
Mr. Clarke tilted his head in confusion as he looked at Robin. “Sorry?”
Mike’s head then snapped towards you. “You didn’t tell him?”
“Told me what?” Mr. Clarke asked you.
“It… slipped my mind?” You excused, speaking to Mike, but your attention was stolen a moment later. “Oh, my god.”
“Holy shit.” Erica spoke from beside you as her gaze also landed on Max, who was being wheeled towards you all in a wheelchair, but she was very much alive and no longer in her coma.
“Holy shit.” Max echoed and your face lit up as you let out a surprised chuckle.
“Max!” You hurried over and she grinned as you crouched down to hug her, but the moment was cut short by Murray yelling that he got Dustin’s signal on his walkie and you all rushed down to his level.
After a brief conversation about Holly was shared between Mike and Dustin over the walkies, El ripped up one of the plates covering the rifts in the ground and you all, except for Lucas and Max, went into the Upside Down.
You were all calling out the names of your missing friends while you were trying to take in the fact that you were in the Upside Down for the very first time before you heard Dustin calling out your name, and then Mike’s. You both rushed towards him as he barrelled over.
“Jesus, it’s good to see you guys.” He sighed in relief, throwing his arms around you both and hugging you tight.
As you hugged him though, your eyes drifted to Steve as he approached behind him, standing off to the side from Nancy and Jonathan. It took a moment for you to notice how miserable they looked, and another moment for you to realize that Holly wasn’t with them like you had thought.
Turns out Vecna had pulled her into the literal sky and she had disappeared into the clouds. And you and your friends needed to save her before Vecna likely ended the world on that very same night.
So you all went back to the Squawk to share new information and come up with the final plan to defeat Vecna.
Dustin stood in front of you all with a black marker in hand, drawing on the glass windows of the recording booth as he explained something he had learned in the Upside Down version of Hawkins Lab.
“We’ve always the Upside Down was another dimension opened by Brenner, but it turns out it’s actually a bridge.” Dustin added two long lines to his diagram, representing the bridge. “More specifically, an interdimensional bridge that rips through space-time. It is wildly unstable, but held together by exotic matter, which we found dead center right above the lab. In theoretical physics, they call this type of bridge a–”
“Wormhole.” Both Erica and Mr. Clarke finished in sync, and Dustin pointed at them. You shared a glance with Max, who was sitting beside you in her wheelchair.
“And this wormhole connects Hawkins to here, another world that I’ve coined the Abyss.” Dustin explained.
“Any particular reason?” Robin asked and Mr. Clarke leaned forward in his seat.
“A realm of pure chaos and evil.” He spoke and Robin looked towards him.
“I’m sorry?”
“D&D.” You, Mr. Clarke, Erica, Mike, Will, Lucas and Dustin all answered at once.
“Jesus Christ.” Hopper groaned.
Dustin went on to explain how he believed the Abyss was the true home to the Demogorgon and the Mind Flayer and all of the monsters, and that Henry Creel had been sent there by Eleven years ago, before Dr. Brenner had her find him and created the bridge between the two worlds.
That had explained a lot over the last few years, like why every single crawl had come up empty, because Vecna hadn’t been in the Upside Down, he had been in the Abyss.
Will came up to the conclusion that the reason he was taking kids like Holly into the Abyss was because the minds of children were weaker and easier to mold, like he had done with Will himself, and he was going to use them to amplify his abilities and move worlds. To draw the Abyss and Hawkins closer and merge them together.
Will jumped forward to draw something on Dustin’s diagram and you shifted your body away from Max, who had just been talking, to then face him. In doing so, your arm brushed against Steve’s leg, and you muttered a quiet apology but didn’t look up at him where he was sitting on the back of the couch you were seated on.
Then you were working out a plan to get up to the Abyss to try and stop Vecna before he could draw the worlds together.
After Hopper’s first suggestion of a helicopter, which then resulted in the rest of you telling him that it wouldn’t work, and a rather crude comment about Steve made by Robin that made your eyes go wide, Steve himself was the one to come up with the plan.
He had jumped up from his place on the couch beside you and you had watched him as he walked a few steps away, then stopped, his brain clearly moving faster than his mouth could before shouting that you wouldn’t need a magic bean to make a beanstalk and climb up to the Abyss like some fairytale.
His idea was to use the Squawk radio tower in the Upside Down as a way into the rifts, letting Vecna draw your worlds together just enough that you could all make it inside before El would stop him from drawing them closer.
It was genius, and while the others added a few more small details to help, Dustin was the one who finalized it, suggesting for you all to leave a bomb at the exotic matter that would detonate when you left the Upside Down and destroy the bridge for good.
Then everyone was gearing up, dressing in old combat gear, gathering weapons, and Mike built the detonator for the bomb using a record player and a minifigurine.
You sat with Lucas on a table in the basement as he adjusted his giant slingshot, a great improvement from his old Wrist Rocket he used against the Demogorgon when you were younger.
You were filling more water balloons for him with the flammable liquid inside the unlabelled canister you had found in the Squawk basement, but every so often you’d glance over to Steve in that same leather jacket he had worn the first time, the material stretching along his shoulders, and a backwards cap on his head, a small tuft of hair sticking out from the front, as he walked away from the cabinet in the corner that usually held the weapons, specifically the guns.
He held a small handgun until Nancy approached him, questioning whether or not he had used a gun before. Of course, he hadn’t, and you forced yourself to look away, only to find Lucas smirking at you.
“What?” You asked.
“You’re, like, in love with Steve.” He whispered with an amused laugh and you shushed him.
“Shut up, no I’m not.” You scoffed, then glanced towards Steve again, watching him follow Dustin through the basement before you met Lucas’s eyes again and saw he was still smirking. “Shut up.”
Getting into the Upside Down was the easiest part of the plan. Murray’s huge Bradley’s Big Buy truck was large enough to hold all of you as it charged into the MAC-Z right through the front gate, and Hopper took down any soldiers shooting at you from the inside, having sneaked in through the tunnels like he would before a crawl.
Nancy and her rifle climbed up the ladder in the middle of the truck and stuck out the hole at the top, where a Demogorgon had ripped the metal open, only to rain fire on any other soldiers around trying to stop you.
Once Hopper was inside the truck and the truck had successfully made it through the MAC-Z gate, the ride got a little bumpier.
“Jesus Christ.” Steve wobbled on his feet a little from beside you.
“Everybody alright? Everybody okay? You alright?” He asked Steve, who nodded, before looking around and asking the others. “Everybody alright?”
Steve looked down at you, where you looked a little shaken as you blinked a few times, and his face scrunched into one of concern.
“You sure you’re okay, kid?” He asked and you looked up, eyes going wide when you realized he was talking to you, as if it were something out of the ordinary.
You nodded before forcing yourself to speak. “Yeah. Thanks, Steve.”
Then he had reached over and patted your shoulder for just a moment before leaning back against the wall. He smiled at you, and you returned the gesture, though you had a feeling you were blushing before you looked to your other side and reached for El’s hand.
Once you reached the lab, Hopper, El, Murray, and El’s ‘sister’ Kali all left the truck, and Steve moved to the front to drive the rest of the way to the Squawk.
You hated the climb up the ladder on the tower, you weren’t the biggest fan of heights, and once you had made it up to the top, you, Lucas and Dustin all stood together and stared out at the Upside Down Hawkins skyline.
“It’s pretty damn spectacular.” Dustin had commented, bumping your shoulder with his.
“Yeah,” You agreed breathlessly, staring out at the dark, yet amazing parallel to your hometown. “It is.”
“It’s almost too bad we have to blow it all up.” Lucas added and you had glanced his way.
“Is it though?”
It wasn’t long after that when you could hear, and see, the Abyss as it descended towards you all, and the plan seemed to be going okay until Lucas noticed that the top of the tower wasn’t lining up with the rifts, which only meant bad news.
El wasn’t able to stop the Abyss fast enough and the planet above you came into contact with the needle, snapping it off.
You all jumped out of the way as it fell, gripping onto the edges and each other. The needle broke off one end of the tower’s railing, and it took Steve with it.
Both you and Dustin shouted his name, watching as he dangled from the edge of the tower, only gripping on with one hand. If he slipped, he would fall and die.
And then he did slip, and he fell. But not far enough, because Jonathan caught him. He grabbed onto Steve’s hand and pulled him back up onto the tower, saving his life.
The moment he was back on the platform, Dustin charged forward and pulled Steve into a hug. You had almost wanted to follow him, but instead hugged Robin, who was sobbing in relief that she hadn’t just watched her best friend fall to his death.
The Abyss was strange, it was almost like a desert. A vast, empty desert. It seemed too empty, and too quiet, but eventually you found where Vecna was keeping the kids, inside of a ginormous spider-like monster. The Mind Flayer in a much larger, physical body.
And while El fought Vecna inside of the thing, you and your friends attacked the monster from the outside, shooting it, stabbing it, lighting it on fire, until it eventually collapsed to the ground.
Nancy was the first to rush inside in search of Holly, and the rest of you joined her a moment later, Mike rushing forward to reunite with his sisters. The rest of you helped the other 11 kids from where they were up in the spires on the wall. They were all confused, and dirty, covered in some kind of slimy residue as Mind Flayer particles expelled themselves from their mouths.
As you helped a young girl brush herself off, telling her you would help get her home, you could hear gurgling coming from somewhere nearby. You turned to see Vecna, though impaled on a sharp spike of some kind, was still alive.
Joyce dealt with him, decapitating him with her axe. The moment you watched his head tumble to the ground, rolling for a moment before coming to a stop, it felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders immediately.
Soon you were all heading back home, having climbed back down the radio tower and all cramped into the back of the bus. Steve and Robin were in the front, and you were squashed between Dustin and El as you all talked, almost celebrating the fact that you had won.
Everything descended into chaos when you returned through the gate. The tires of the truck were flattened by spikes and everyone was hauled from the vehicle by soldiers in a flurry of chaos.
You were pressed against the side of the truck, El to your left and Mike to your right, as soldiers surrounded you all. There was yelling, arguing as soldiers patted you all down and searched you all.
Dr. Kay approached El, who glared in response, wincing at the loud radio feedback sound coming from the speakers around the base.
But then the bomb went off inside the Upside Down, and everyone watched the wind whipping around inside as the buildings collapsed and then… it was gone. The gate disappeared, leaving nothing but the crumbling destruction of the library.
After that, you and your friends were all brought in for hours of questioning by the military and Dr. Kay, asking about Henry, El, Kali, the Upside Down, the Demogorgons, why you had taken the kids, why you had gone into the Upside Down. They asked you about everything from the moment Will went missing and you found El in the woods to that point in time where you were being interrogated.
And, eventually, you were all let go and expected to go on with your lives like normal. With the Upside Down gone and Henry dead, El had lost her powers again and now the military had no reason to be after her, not after everything had gone down and she had stopped Vecna.
While it did take a long time, eventually things did get back to normal, as much as they could’ve at least.
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The morning of your high school graduation you woke up with more energy, and more anxiety, than you had had in a long time.
You went through your morning routine like normal, waking up to a silent house because neither of your parents liked being around each other, or you, before getting dressed.
You had nothing to do all day before graduation, no boyfriend to celebrate with, no family around who wanted to take photos of you. You had the day to yourself.
So you turned on the radio and sat down on the couch with a book, listening as Robin Buckley presented the Squawk’s morning broadcast for the first time since Jimmy ‘Fast Hands’ Lee had returned to Hawkins and she had gone off to college.
At least that was something you could look forward to – college. You couldn’t wait to get out of Hawkins, to do more with your life. You were going to study to become a teacher, something you had wanted to do probably since middle school when you and your friends had all idolized Mr. Clarke.
A burp sound effect playing at the wrong time caused you to look up at the radio for a moment, brows furrowed before a whip cracking sound effect played and Robin’s voice came in.
“There we go. Sorry about that. My partner in crime ditched me.” Robin explained and your face fell for a moment. “But, well, as far as excuses go, he had a pretty good one.”
She was, of course, talking about Steve, who now coached the middle school baseball team. He was the only one of the older teens that hadn’t left Hawkins to go to college when the quarantine had been lifted.
At the mention of Steve, your stomach had flipped uncomfortably. 18 months had passed, and while your crush hadn’t faded, something had happened that now just made you feel guilty for liking him.
Steve had a girlfriend now, a woman named Kristen who he had been dating for a couple of months by this time, and it killed a part of you every time you thought about it.
But that was another reason why you were excited to get out of Hawkins, you would leave Steve behind, maybe meet a guy at college and finally move on from your dumb crush and have a relationship of your own.
That afternoon after you made it to the graduation, everything felt too real. You stood with your friends, dressed in your orange caps and gowns as guests all took their seats, and then the music played, queuing you all to take your seats so the ceremony could begin.
As you walked to your seats, lined up alphabetically like you had rehearsed, you looked around the bleachers to see who you could recognize.
There was Jonathan filming the event off to the side, Joyce, Hopper and El, the Wheelers (including Nancy), Lucas’s parents, Dustin’s mom, Mr. Clarke and Murray, Robin, and Steve.
He was dressed in a suit with a pair of sunglasses on, but as you all walked out, his head turned away from Robin to watch you all. You raised a hand and gave a small return, and he grinned, both him and Robin waving back and you smiled, looking down at your shoes before taking your seat.
Dustin’s valedictorian speech started off normal, he mentioned how he had wanted a normal childhood, but that didn’t really happen, due to obvious reasons. He went on to mention D&D, talking about bad chaos and good chaos. He mentioned making friends with people who were never supposed to be his friends, and how he had seen the same happen to others. He talked about how he was now a better person because of his friends.
But then, towards the end of his speech, something shifted. He called Principal Higgins a square, took off his robe and ripped open his shirt to reveal a t-shirt reading ‘Hellfire Lives’. You cheered loudly for your friend, and so did the others as he went on to say, “Screw the school. Screw the system. Screw conformity. Screw everything and everyone trying to hold you back and tear us apart, because this, this is our year!”
And as you all cheered for him, Dustin snatched his diploma from Principal Higgins and flipped the old man off, just like Eddie had said he would your freshman year.
After the ceremony, you and your friends ran through the sea of orange robes to find him.
“Dustin!” You all called out upon spotting him and the four of you hugged him tight.
“You’re a madman. You’re an absolute madman.” Mike said first as Dustin shook his shoulders with an excited laugh.
“Higgins totally shit his pants.” Lucas added with a laugh.
“Yeah, what’s he gonna do, expel me?” Dustin asked.
“You’re crazy.” Lucas told him, but before the conversation could continue, a voice cut in.
“Hey.”
You turned to see Stacey Albright, the same girl who had once teased you at the Snow Ball, approaching you, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will.
“Hey, Stacey.” Dustin greeted her with a grin and an attempt at speaking casually, but your smile fell just a little.
“I just wanted to say what you did up there was pretty badass.” She complimented Dustin, and for a moment you thought she wasn’t going to be serious. But, then again, everyone had matured since middle school.
“Oh. Thanks. I was kind of just going for like a bit of like a Belushi thing. But if he was like in a Hughes film.” Dustin scratched his eye and you shared a glance with Will, who was standing to your left. “But I don’t know. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah. No, totally.” She told him and there was a bit of an awkward pause where she went to turn around and walk away.
“Why did I say that?” Dustin whispered to you and you shrugged, but then Stacey had turned back.
“Hey, so I’m having a party later tonight. You guys should come.” She told you all, then made direct eye contact with you and smiled. Not in a teasing way, but more genuine. You did your best to smile back before she walked away.
“Did that just happen?” Dustin asked Will the moment she left, and the boy chuckled in response.
“Should we go?” Will asked, looking around the group, his eyes lingering on Mike.
“Is that rhetorical?” Lucas asked back, because the answer was obvious.
“No. Screw that. I got a better idea.” Mike stated.
His better idea had been a D&D campaign, and so the seven of you – You, Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Will, El and Max – all cramped around the table in Mike’s basement to play D&D until dinner, laughing and reminiscing about the last six years of your lives and the chaos you had all survived.
But after dinner?
“We still have time to go to Stacey’s party after this.” Lucas had said first, checking his watch by the Wheeler family’s front door.
“Oh, my god, please.” Dustin clamped his hands together and gave Mike his best puppy dog eyes. “Come on, dude, let’s go.”
Mike rolled his eyes. “Seriously?”
“Come on, Mike, don’t be a party pooper.” Max had teased, making El giggle from where she stood by Dustin’s side.
El and Dustin had gotten closer over the last year or so, after she and Mike had finally broken up for good. She had, obviously, been very behind on school, and was currently a grade behind you all, having to take summer school to catch up, but Dustin had been tutoring her and helping her with any subjects she had been struggling with, and now sometimes she hung out with Dustin more than you did.
Another recent development had been with Will and Mike. About a year ago, Will told you, Dustin, Lucas, Max and El that he was gay. He said he had only told his mom, his brother, Mike and Robin before that. Now, Mike hadn’t told you anything, but sometimes you caught the two of them sending each other glances across the room like they were the only two people around.
Will turned to face Mike. “Yeah, Mike, come on. It’ll be fun.”
Then Mike sighed, dropping his head back with a groan before throwing his arms up in the air in front of himself. “Fine.”
You had all walked to the party at Stacey’s house, and once you arrived she, as well as many others, were happy to see you all there.
It was like years of bullying and cliques and labels in school didn’t matter anymore, and that felt weird. It looked like the entire senior class was there.
Kids were high-fiving Dustin as they passed him, complimenting him on his speech loudly, raising their voices to be heard over the thumping bass of the music practically vibrating the house.
You and your friends decided to just let go and have fun; talking to people you usually wouldn’t, drinking alcohol, drinking a lot of alcohol. At one point you and Dustin had started teasing Lucas and Max as they made out in the corner of the room, only for Lucas to let go of Max and start chasing Dustin through the house, leaving you, Max and El bursting into a fit of laughter in the corner.
But the later into the night you got, the more drunk you had all become, and eventually you were all collapsed onto a couch together, El giggling as she played with Dustin’s curls while Max rested her head on your shoulder, her legs thrown across Lucas’s lap. Mike and Will were sitting just a little too close for it to not mean anything by your other side.
Then someone mentioned being tired, someone else started to get sad about the fact you would all be going away to separate colleges soon, and then you were all debating who to call to pick you up.
Will called Jonathan first, who said he could come pick up his brother and sister and one other person, which ended up being Mike.
You, Dustin, Lucas and Max had to find a different ride home, so Dustin went to make a call.
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Steve had gotten home a couple of hours earlier after making plans to meet up with his friends in Robin’s weird uncle’s house in Philadelphia once a month, and he had been stretched out on the sofa, his arm around Kristen, his girlfriend, as the two of them watched a movie together.
When his phone rang, he furrowed his brows in confusion before getting up and crossing the room to pick it up, assuming that maybe Robin had left something behind in his truck earlier.
Instead he found Dustin on the other end, his words slurred slightly as he asked for Steve to come pick him up.
“Are you drunk, Henderson?” Steve asked, crossing one arm around his torso as he leaned back against the kitchen counter. Kristen had poked her head out of the living room to see what was going on, and he waved her off.
“Pfft, not even. Just, like, a little.” Dustin replied, though his words said otherwise.
“Alright, bud.” Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “Where are you?”
“What’s the address?” He could hear Dustin ask someone else on the other end before he recited Stacey’s address. “Oh, and can you pick up the others too?”
Of course, Steve couldn’t fit four teenagers into his truck, which meant he had to borrow Kristen’s car to go pick you all up, and when he arrived at the address he found the four of you seated on the curb, the party still going on in the house behind you.
Dustin was already half passed out, leaning against Lucas, but he grinned when Steve approached.
“Steve!” He cheered before nudging you and tugging on Lucas’s arm. “Guys, Steve’s here!”
“Steve!” The rest of you chorused the cheer, your face lighting up immediately, and Steve laughed before offering Dustin a hand to lift him up.
While Dustin, Lucas and Max all piled into the backseat, you were left with the passenger seat. And while your friends passed out almost immediately, all leaning against each other as they snored softly in the backseat, you were wide awake.
Something by Queen played on the radio, faint but still clear enough for you to understand every word Freddie Mercury sang as Steve tapped along to the beat on the steering wheel.
“Thanks for picking us up, Steve.” You spoke, half mumbling, as you shifted in your seat, no longer staring out the window and now facing him.
Steve shrugged. “No problem. You know I’d do anything for you guys.”
You hummed before looking around the car. “This isn’t your truck.”
“Nope.” Steve agreed, taking a look around himself. “It’s, uh, my girlfriend’s car.”
“Right.” You had replied, then sunk back into your seat, your eyes fluttering shut a moment later. Steve exhaled out his nose lightly in a gentle laugh.
He glanced over at you, then to your other friends in the rearview mirror before you spoke again.
“I love you, Steve.” You stated, still half-asleep, but your voice was clearer than it had been before.
He smiled, flicking on his blinker as he turned a corner on the dark, empty streets of Hawkins. “I love you too, kid.”
“No.” You had sighed, and Steve glanced your way again, watching how each street lamp illuminated your face for a few seconds as he passed them. “I mean, I love you like… like how you love Kristen.”
He stopped completely, the car slowing slightly, and he frowned as he looked your way again, one eyebrow raised. You what?
“You love her, right?” You asked and Steve coughed awkwardly.
“Well, yeah.”
“Good. She’s nice.” You mumbled. “You deserve that.”
Steve didn’t know how to reply. He had never felt so awkward in his life as he glanced your way.
“You don’t love me.” He told you, like he could decide that. Like saying that erased any feelings you might’ve had for him.
“Yes, I do.” You sighed again, turning to face the window again. “But, it’s fine. I get it. And I’m glad you’re happy, and once I go to college I’m gonna find a boy and he’s gonna love me and I’m gonna forget all about you, so it’s fine.”
And then you went silent for the rest of the car ride. When Steve pulled up outside of Dustin’s house, you shot him a kind smile, thanked him, and left the car like nothing had happened, waking Dustin up before the two of you headed off to the front door with nothing more than a goodbye.
And Steve sat there for a moment, watching the two of you make it into the house before he just stopped, thinking over the interaction he just had with you, extremely confused, because you were in love with him? Since when had you loved him?
The next time he saw you was a week later at one of his baseball games when you and your friends had all shown up to watch.
You were acting like nothing had happened, teasing him with Max like normal, laughing with your friends, acting like you hadn’t drunkenly confessed your love to him a week earlier.
Naturally, Steve assumed you were too drunk to remember the interaction. Hell, he assumed the entire interaction had only happened because you were drunk, because Steve didn’t think you loved him.
But you did love him, and you didn’t forget about the interaction.
Neither did Steve.
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a/n: holy shit this was wayyyy longer than i had anticipated uhhh no wonder it took me literal months to write omfg. anyway the rest of the series is set in 1993, and the next chapters will be shorter i swear. um, i hope you liked this and the few changes i made lol. i’m excited for this series!!
lets see if joe bags a groupie tonight or if he’s saving that for the tame impala tour and european summer, wonder if he has them lined up from raya yet or if he’ll do his usual buy them a drink invite them back to his hotel…