I don't think we should feel ashamed for having fallen for the best and greatest fan-made theory in the world. That's because this theory only exists due to the clear errors of the Duffer brothers.
Very obvious fictive of Mike Wheeler, I use he/him pronouns and identify as a guy
I play DND, listen to obscure music, watch obscure TV shows and movies, read comics, handle interactions so badly (I'm from 2018 ok? Have some mercy on me) and I play video games
hey! could you do a steve harrington one where the reader is kinda like billy so like bad guy smokes n stuff, and is just like an all round asshole and is so protective of steve
Ouu this is a good one thank you :) i made it longer than usual because i havent posted in a while and also bc this was very fun to write! <3
As you turned the corner and made your way towards your locker, you saw him yelling at Steve again. He had a firm grip on the front of Steve's grey and blue striped sweater, pinning him against the wall and screaming right in his face.
"You turned into a fucking loser. Not to mention a fag. Come on Steve, at least try to fight back."
You dropped your bag next to your locker and walked towards him, squaring your shoulders.
"Hey, Hagan! Wanna say that shit again?" You towered over him, at least 6 inches taller. You could see the fear in his face as he looked at you and realized who you were, but he stood his ground, pushing Steve against the wall again, which made a loud thump, and Steve groaned.
"What? Fag? That's what he is." He looked back at Steve, a giant, ugly grin spread across his face. "Steve's a fucking fag. A dirty fucking fag."
You clenched your jaw. "Don't call him that, shithead."
"I can do whatever I want," he leaned towards you. "Faggot." He said it slowly, and you felt nothing but rage.
You curled your hand into a fist, and punched him right in the side of the face, and he fell to the floor with a thud.
Steve gasped and stepped away, watching from a few feet away as you grabbed Tommy's shirt and pulled him up. "Never call Steve a fag again, you hear me?!" You raised a fist up, threatening to punch him again.
His eyes widened and he put his hands up. "Fine! Jesus, you fucking psycho!" You pushed him down onto the floor, knocking the wind out of him. He scrambled to get up and quickly scurried away.
You smiled, but it quickly faded as you turned to find Steve sitting against your locker crying, his head in his hands. You hurried over to him and knelt down, comforting him. "Are you okay, Steve?"
He looked up at you, sniffling. "Yeah... I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Why do you care?"
Your heart dropped. "What do you mean? I just do. Did you think I didn't care about you?"
"I guess. I dunno, you're always angry. I didn't think you cared about anyone."
You smiled, gently wiping the tears from his face. "I'm not always angry. Especially not when I'm with..." You hesitated and then cleared your throat, realizing you probably shouldn't tell him you liked being around him. He probably wouldn't even care if you did tell him, anyway.
"With me?" He smiled, his sparkly brown eyes staring up at you.
You scoffed, quickly taking your hands off of him. "No. I-I don't even like being around you." You lied, cringing. You stood up and started nervously fiddling with the lock on your locker, trying to remember the code.
"Oh... Okay. Well uh, I'll just go." Steve got up and started walking away. You closed your eyes tightly, angry at yourself.
"Wait. Steve, come back." As soon as you said that, he spun around and walked back towards you. You grabbed his shoulders, leaning down slightly to be level with him. "Look. I do like being with you, okay? You make me happy."
His cute smile and happy, sparkly eyes came right back. "Really? If you're messing with me, y/n-"
"I'm not." You pulled him in and hugged him, sending waves of warmth and happiness through you.
You started to pull away, but he hugged you tighter. "You make me happy too." You blushed, trying to hide it when he finally pulled away. "Do you want to... Go on a date? You know, just as friends..."
"What if we didn't go as friends?" You were incredibly nervous suggesting this, but you hid your anxiety with a smirk, grabbing his hand and holding it. "I'll meet you at the arcade at 7." He looked down at your hand, then back up at you in disbelief, which made you even more nervous, until he smiled and nodded, gripping your hand tighter.
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As you leaned against the passenger side of your car and took another puff of your cigarette, Steve pulled into the parking spot next to you, rolling down his window. "Hey, pretty boy." You smiled, walking over and leaning against his car. He leaned closer, the lights from the arcade shining on his face revealing those beautiful eyes looking up at you. You winked, opening his door for him, and his face developed a light red hue as he giggled, climbing out of the car.
"Did you just giggle, Harrington?"
"What? No, I- It wasn't a-" He blushed even harder. You hummed a laugh and grabbed his hand, holding it as you walked with him into the arcade. The sounds of the games beeping, buttons clicking and kids and teens laughing and talking all hit you at once. A couple of people watched the two of you walk by, some judging, some smiling, and one girl winked at the oblivious Steve, which you cringed at, trying not to snap at her.
"Oh, what about this one?" He pointed at one of the new machines that they had installed a few days ago. "Gauntlet. Looks pretty cool, huh?" He smiled at you, leading you towards the game. He put in a quarter, leaned in, and started smashing the buttons. He looked the most focused you'd ever seen him, and it was so adorable.
"You're so hot, Harrington, you know that?" You beamed, whispering over his shoulder as you gripped his ass. His eyes darted over to you then back to the game. He was blushing, and when you looked back at the screen he wasn't doing very well at the game anymore.
"Shit!" He groaned, throwing his hands up and turning to you. "This game sucks."
"Aw, Stevie, did I distract you?" You taunted, grabbing his waist and pulling him in towards you. You smiled down at him, admiring him and watching him swoon, his eyes darting back and forth between your eyes and your lips. You chuckled. "Go on, kiss me, pretty boy. What, too scared?" After a moment, your face and his got closer, your lips barely touching as a small whimper left him. You melted into a long, passionate kiss, your body pressing against his as he brought one of his hands up and tangled his fingers in your hair, his other arm wrapped around you to keep him stable. You felt like you were in heaven, until a familiar voice boomed from across the arcade, causing the couple dozen people inside to stop talking and look over at the entrance as the door slowly swung shut.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't L/n. What do you think you're doing?"
You sighed, rolling your eyes and pushing Steve behind you. You cracked your knuckles as you sauntered over to him and his two random buddies who stood behind him. "Listen, Hagan. We don't have to make a scene-"
CRACK!
Everyone in the arcade gasped. You winced, pressing a hand to the side of your face as you got your balance back. "Did you just fucking slap me?! You're gonna regret that, you bitch." You swung at him, hitting him square in the jaw. He fell to the floor, and while he tried to get back up one of his friends threw the next punch, which you dodged, returning the favor and landing a hard hit in his stomach. Staggering, he grabbed his stomach and backed away.
Tommy had gotten up, and kicked at you. Grabbing his leg, you twisted and swung him back towards the door, which he hit with a thud. The last guy ran towards you, and before you could realize he had a pocket knife, you grabbed him by the arm, tossing him off of you and kicking him in the gut. He landed by Tommy, both of them trying to catch their breath.
You felt a warm liquid dripping down your arm and looked down to see a line of blood dripping from your forearm, down your fingers, onto the arcade floor, the thick red seeping into a green patch of the patterned carpet. You looked back up towards them, and Tommy's friends were already running across the parking lot.
"THIS ISN'T OVER, FAG!" Tommy yelled, pushing his way out of the arcade.
You limped back over to Steve, who was staring wide-eyed at your arm. "You're... You're..."
"Bleeding? Yeah, I noticed." You sneered.
"Come on. We gotta go home and get you cleaned up." He led you back to his car, opening the door for you and helping you sit down, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before shutting the car door and running around to get in.
As he sped down the street back to his house, you looked over at him. He was focused- more than he was when he played Gauntlet. "You need to be more careful. And stop getting into fights like that!" You smiled, realizing how much he cared about you and leaning towards him, admiring him. "Y/n. Promise me you won't fight them again," he looked over at you and held your hand.
You scoffed. "I promise, pretty boy."
"Good. I love you."
Those words. You only ever imagined him saying that. Now that he had said it, and was holding your hand, speeding down the road to get you home and help you, you realized that he wasn't just another high school crush.
