Simmer Down - 2

simmer down - 2

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warnings: 18+ minors dni, reader x steve, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), swallowing, slow burn, angst, this is end game Billy x reader I promise

summary: you think maybe you can fall back into secretly hooking up with Steve, even if Billy knows. you find that he isn’t going to tell your brother, Tommy. but he’s sure as hell gonna tease you about it.

By some weird force of nature, Billy hasn’t spilled your secret. It’s stressing you out that he even knows at all, because he doesn’t know much of anything about you. And now he’s the sole holder of that secret. You don’t know Billy so you’ve got no clue if you could really trust him to keep his mouth shut. The other night at dinner, Tommy announced that Billy had joined the basketball team and you panicked because Steve is on the team. The possibility of Billy saying something makes you absolutely sick to your stomach.

You used to fuck off with Carol during practice but since Billy’s joined, the two of you sit in the gym and watch now. It’s tough to watch, Billy has this need to antagonize Steve and you end up feeling sorry for Steve. He’s not as good on his feet as the Californian. And Billy’s a fucking show off. He dribbles the ball between his legs and is constantly attempting trick shots. What’s worse is he makes them ninety percent of the time and everyone cheers. You can see the annoyance on Steve’s face, his comebacks aren’t as well executed as Billy’s. Also, how Billy always ends up on skins while Steve ends up on shirts seems intentional, like either Billy asks the coach or the coach really likes to see them compete.

“It’s insane to see Steve like this,” Carol mumbles to you, nudging your shoulder as she does so. “He used to be such a hot shot.”

You wince, watching Billy knock Steve onto his back and grin wildly down at the brunette. It’s definitely a foul, yet the coach doesn’t call it out. No, instead he yells for Steve to get up.

“Billy’s kind of a dick,” you admit, your face scrunched up in secondhand embarrassment for Steve.

Carol shrugs, “He’s just a better player. Steve’s so pathetic, it just looks sad.”

With a sigh you can’t help but agree. It’s only solidifying Steve’s fall from grace. You can’t really imagine Billy taking his place though, he’s in a far different league of his own. He’s exotic in ways Steve isn’t. Billy’s not rich but he has a way cooler car than Steve. He hasn’t spent his entire life in Hawkins and you make a internal note to ask him more about the west coast. Talking to Billy was surprisingly easy. Sometimes you’d catch yourself rambling on and repeating yourself because you’d get so excited about whatever you were talking about and he was an amazing listener. He asked questions, nodded along and laughed when you apologized for talking too much. The crush was kind of growing, but you were pretty sure it would pass. He was pretty regularly hooking up with Tina, she’d tell you and Carol all about it and you pretended not to picture yourself with him while she described their encounters.

You’re brought out of your thoughts by Billy’s maniacal cackling and Steve whining, “Coach! Come on! That was totally illegal!”

Carol’s laughing along with Billy, but you can’t help but agree with Steve. He plays dirty, it’s obvious to anyone with eyes. It is also glaringly obvious how sexy he is. You find yourself thinking about licking the sweat off his chest. Why did he always have to be skins?

This was torture but you enjoyed it enough to keep following Carol into the gym every other day. And after practice you’d walk with Billy to his car if Tina wasn’t around. Today she wasn’t, so here you are standing next to that pretty blue Camaro looking up at even prettier blue eyes. Billy’s hair is still wet from his shower. He shrugs off the compliments from Tommy and Carol while he lights a cigarette. He gives you this look when Steve walks to his car and your eyes linger, watching Steve’s tall legs as he strides past the four of you.

“So what’s the move?” Tommy asks, “You wanna come over and listen to records?”

Billy shakes his head, sucking on the Marlboro before frowning, “Gotta watch my step sister.”

“It’s Friday,” Carol points out and Billy scoffs, though his lips are turned up in a slight smile.

“I’ll be free around nine,” he says.

“We can go to quarry,” you suggest, raising an eyebrow up.

Tommy grins, “That could be fun. You down, Hargrove?”

Billy smiles, “Sounds like some hick shit. Count me in.”

Your head turns as you hear polyurethane wheels against the gravel, seeing the redhead barreling towards the Camaro. She’s got this pissed off look on her face and Billy’s smile quickly falls as he hands you the rest of his smoke.

“See you then,” he says, looking at you before tossing his bag in the backseat and climbing in the front seat. His step sister doesn’t even spare any of you a look as she climbs in the opposite side. Billy pulls his sunglasses down and shoots you a wink before he reverses out of his spot and speeds off. Carol squeals and slaps your arm.

Tommy groans, “Absolutely not. Do not fuck him.”

Carol pushes him gently, “He totally likes her, who are you to get in the way of that?”

You shake your head, “I’m not going to fuck him. Let’s go.”

;;;

Carol insists you ride with Billy, so you can give him directions. Tommy doesn’t protest but you can see it on his face. Billy’s car is very clean, it’s the first thing you notice. You know he smokes in the car, he’s doing it now, but there’s no ash lingering on the dash and it smells like leather and well… man. It smells like a man. His cassettes are organized alphabetically in the glove compartment, you notice it when he asks you to pick one out. You settle on a Def Leppard album and he doesn’t have anything to say about it but he drums his fingers against the steering wheel along with the music. He’s got a six pack of beer, placed neatly next to your feet and he drives slower than you expected.

“So…” he muses, passing the cigarette to you, “Is King Steve a good lay?”

“Oh my god,” you flush, dragging your hand down your face.

Billy cackles, “That embarrassment tells me yes. If he were shit in the sack, you wouldn’t be so fucking red.”

“Why do you even want to know?” you grumble, taking a hit of his cigarette and passing it back.

He takes it and drags his tongue across his lower lip, “I guess I don’t. It’s just funny to see you turn that color.”

“Is Tina good?” you try to make him feel as embarrassed as you are.

You don’t know what you anticipated, though. He just grins big and wide, leaning his head back to look at you while he says, “She’s alright. I do most the work so I don’t know if I’d say she’s good. But I get what I need.”

“Gross,” you roll your eyes and snatch the Marlboro back from him. “That’s not how she retells it.”

Billy hums and then purses his lips, “She does have a big mouth. She tell you anything you didn’t wanna know?”

You scoff, “Yeah, everything.”

“She describe my dick?” he asks, eyes crinkling up with his cocky grin.

“Feel like I’m old friends with it,” you exhale, trying not to picture it.

Billy laughs, it’s loud and genuine and you hate the way it makes you feel all warm inside. A part of you wants to open the door and roll yourself down the cliff he’s driving along.

“I always knew girls talked about that stuff.”

“It’s all she talks about. You better be careful, I think she’s obsessed with you,” you reply, “Most girls don’t do that, by the way.”

“That…” he starts, “Or you just haven’t had it good enough to brag about.”

“Oh, I could brag,” you say, tossing the cigarette butt out the window.

Billy scoffs, “Then why don’t you? Why not shack up with King Steve? Make it official.”

“Neither of us want that. We’re perfectly fine with no one knowing.”

You don’t dare tell Billy that all you want is for Steve to make it official. You can’t admit aloud that Steve is using you and you’re fully aware of it and so deeply hurt by it but you like him too much to do anything about it. Unfortunately, Billy’s smart and he can see deep into you somehow.

“You mean Harrington’s fine with you being a secret.”

“Tommy wouldn’t take kindly to me hooking up with his childhood best friend,” you supply with a shrug.

“You hook up with him since? Or was it a moment of weakness?” Billy asks, the question makes you squirm in your seat. You don’t want to answer it so you don’t. And you don’t have to.

“Take the next left, it’s like maybe half a mile and then it’s like a grass field you can park on,” you instruct him.

“Yes ma’am,” he purrs, peering in his rearview mirror to see Tommy and Carol behind. “You secretly fuck all your brothers friends or is the King just special?”

“Shut up.”

He does, shocking you as his lips straighten up and he looks ahead intently. You don’t know why he seems upset but you’re not trying to figure it out either. You’re not gonna get your hopes up and assume that was his way of propositioning you.

;;;

You’re three beers in and you feel it, you skipped dinner because you were nervous about tonight. The happy buzz spreading through you is exactly what you needed. It’s kind of dampened when Carol and Tommy sneak off and you’re left sitting in the grass with Billy, staring over the edge of the cliff down to the water.

“Tina’s just… there,” he says and it surprises you. There’s a slur to his words and you’re sure Billy’s just as buzzed as you are. “Like I don’t know she kind of just forced herself on me and it was easy and I’m fucking bored in this stupid town.”

“We’re all bored here,” you admit, “nothing to do but get drunk and fuck.”

“Like she’s pretty and all, but she’s kind of trying to box me in and I’m not into it,” he keeps ranting and it’s odd, Billy let’s you talk and talk and talk but he doesn’t usually do it himself.

“Aw, is Billy Hargrove not a one woman kind of guy?” you fake a pout.

He chuckles, “What’s the point? I’m young and love is bullshit. It’s not real. It’s just what people say to manipulate you into doing what they want you to do.”

You can’t help but think about the way Steve looked at Nancy, like she was the reason the fucking sun shines. He doesn’t look at you like that. You’re an end to a means. Something easy for him to get his rocks off. Either Billy’s been burned or he doesn’t think too highly of women.

“Someone break your heart?”

He shakes his head with a scoff, “No one can break it if they don’t have it.”

“That’s smart, I guess…”

“What about you? Anyone break yours?” he asks, laying on his back but turning his body to look up at you.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend,” you admit, laying on your back and turning to meet Billy’s eyes.

He smiles, it’s warm and fuzzy and you can stare at him all night. “I’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“We’re a couple of losers,” you joke, giggling softly when he laughs.

“As long as we’re not idiots.”

“Love makes you an idiot?”

“Oh, it’s not a real thing, but believing you’re in love makes you an idiot,” he mumbles, turning to face the sky. “You know anything about stars?”

You follow his eyes, looking up at the sparkles illuminating the backlit canopy that is the night sky. You don’t but now you wish you did. “They blink when they’re dying apparently, and like… when we see that, we’re watching the past or something? Like the star itself has died but we’re light years away and so it hasn’t happened yet? I guess? I have no idea what I’m talking about.”

Billy laughs softly and goes silent for a beat, “Can’t see this many stars back home. There’s too many lights.”

You hum, “What do you miss most about home?”

He sighs, “The ocean, for sure. I surf.”

“You surf?” you ask, a little shocked but you can picture it, the salty water soaking his hair and you wonder if maybe there’s a chance you could still smell it on him.

“Or I guess I used to. No waves here,” he muses, sounding more melancholy than you’ve ever heard.

It makes you sad. You imagine what he was like back home. What else he got up to besides surfing. You have no idea what to say. You want to comfort him but how could you?

“Oh, food too. The food here sucks,” he laughs, “The only Mexican food you fucks have is Taco Bell.”

“I like Taco Bell,” you knit your eyebrows together and Billy giggles.

“I want tamales. I want menudo.”

These foods are foreign to you but you know Taco Bell doesn’t offer them.

“My best friend, Argyle, his mom made the best food,” he says, sounding nostalgic and happy while he reminisces. “I was over at their place like every night for dinner. My dad didn’t cook. We had like TV dinners before Susan came along and she can’t cook for shit, but I mean, she tries.”

“You can come to ours for dinner,” you offer, “Might not be Mexican food but my mom cooks well.”

Billy giggles, again, and you start to feel light headed, you want to say fuck it and pounce on him. But there’s no way he wants you to do that.

“I like your moms cooking, yeah…” he trails off and then points up at the sky. “Did you see that? Shooting star!”

You nod, you were just in the middle of wishing on it, wishing Billy would kiss you. Before the wish can even come true, Tommy and Carol come stumbling back.

“Good fuck?” Billy asks as he remains laid on his back.

You sit up and gag as Tommy answers, “Yeah it was! She let me stick it—“

He’s interrupted by Carol forcing her hand over his mouth, “Tommy! For fucks sake! Shut up!”

Billy lets out a cackle, lacing his fingers together over his stomach as he continues staring up at the sky.

“What did you two get up to?” Carol asks in a sing-song voice as she sits beside you.

“This,” Billy deadpans as you turn to glare at her. “You two fucks know anything about stars?”

“No,” Tommy admits almost sheepishly as he lays next to Billy. “Like I know the Big Dipper and shit but that’s it.”

The blonde hums in response and Carol nudges your side.

“I have to pee, come with,” she says as she stands up, reaching for your hand and helping you stand with her.

When you turn to look at the two boys, Billy turns his head to look at you. His expression is unreadable but there’s something in his eyes that makes your stomach do flips. You wish you knew what he was thinking. You follow Carol’s footsteps away, a spot hidden by trees but too far away. Carol pulls her pants down and squats, looking up at you with her elbows resting on her knees.

“Did you guys kiss?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes before you answer, “No. We talked.”

“Ugh,” she groans, “That’s all you guys ever do.”

“Maybe Billy isn’t into me, did you ever think about that?”

Carol shakes her head, “No, that’s stupid, he totally is.”

You wonder how she could possibly know that, if maybe Billy’s said something to her and Tommy when you weren’t around. But that seems unlikely. You think that if he was interested, he would’ve already made a move by now. And besides, you’re still so wrapped up in Steve. Anything you’ve felt for Billy has just been because he’s extremely attractive and that doesn’t mean you like him, it just means your eyes are functioning.

“How do you know?”

Carol pulls her pants up and shrugs, “Just a feeling. Come on, I’m so exhausted.”

“Gross,” you shake your head but follow her back. The boys have gotten up and Billy’s standing beside his car.

“I’ll see you guys later,” he calls out before climbing in and driving away. It’s strange how quickly he left but you try not to dwell on it. You can’t help but wonder what him and Tommy talked about.

;;;

Steve looks to you, his elbow is a little close to your face but you don’t mind. How could you when you just swallowed his cum? Not to mention how soft and handsome he looks. His eyes are so big and brown and pretty.

“That was awesome,” he says and smiles around the last word, his teeth on display.

You giggle and lean over, cupping his face in your hands as you kiss him. He welcomes you in his arms, smiling against your lips and pulling you closer. His hands feel nice on your waist, you melt against him and you can’t help yourself as you deepen the kiss.

When you pull away he says something that makes your head spin, “You’re so easy to be around.”

“I’m glad you feel that way,” you tell him and stroke his cheek with your thumb. “I like looking at you.”

He laughs, smoothing his hands up your back, “I mean it… with Nancy, there was like all this pressure and she’s so kind and smart but I felt like I was disappointing her.”

You hate when he talks about her, when he compares the two of you because you’re so fully aware of how different you and Nancy are. You hate the knowledge but you know Nancy wasn’t as eager in bed. You’ve got more experience than her in the field. You think maybe you should be ashamed by your sex drive and how hungry you get when it comes to Steve. But then you think about the sweet and whiny sounds he makes when he’s about to climax and you don’t care, you love to make him feel good.

“Well… I know you. I’ve known you almost my whole life,” you reply, combing your fingers through his hair. “I don’t want you to be anyone other than yourself, Steve.”

“Remember when I used to play Barbie’s with you?” he asks, grinning up at you.

“Remember when you taught me how to kiss?” you smirk, leaning down to brush your lips together.

Steve moans softly, allowing your tongue past his lips and he deepens it, grabbing onto the back of your neck. With that, you’re ready for round two as you reminisce on the night Steve snuck into your room and asked if you’d ever been kissed, how you told him no and he said he’d show you. The way he held you gently and licked slowly into your mouth. You remember how turned on you got and how you could feel Steve’s hard on in his pajamas but the two of you didn’t do anything but kiss until the sun came up and then he snuck back into Tommy’s room before anyone woke up.

He pulls back from the kiss with a loud pop and says, “Remember how I took your virginity?”

You roll your hips against him at the memory. It was your fifteenth birthday. Steve was there for the family party and insisted he threw you an after party at his house. Late into the night, after everyone had left and Tommy and Carol had passed out, Steve lead you up to his room. He slowly undressed you, kissing all over your whole body and asked if you were ready for your present. It was gentle and so wonderful and you were so sure you were madly in love with him by the end of it. He kissed all over your face and kept saying, “Happy Birthday, beautiful.”

Now, in this moment, thinking back, you want to cry. How could he just leave you for Nancy like that? Steve had made you feel so special like he loved you or something. But what sucks… is you feel it again. Looking down at him, naked in his bed all this time later. Well, it hasn’t been that long but still, a lot has happened.

“I’m happy it was you I gave it to,” you say, smiling.

“Me too…” Steve mumbles, pulling you back for another heated kiss.

He’s hard again, you feel his cock fill out against your thigh while you lick into his mouth, tongues meeting and swirling together. It’s so easy, falling back into the routine of secret rendezvous with him. As long as Billy stays under the impression it was one time, you’re safe. You can keep this up, you can keep getting this little piece of Steve.

“Baby,” he whines when you angle your hips so his cock brushes against your aching center.

You love when he calls you that. You can almost pretend he’s your boyfriend.

“Can’t believe you already wanna go again,” he mumbles, grabbing onto your hips so he can help you get him inside. You gasp when you do, wriggling your hips down and grinding against him. You keep your hand on his face as you bounce on top of him, aimlessly stroking your thumb against his cheekbone. He keeps licking his teeth and lips while his eyebrows knit together, eyes locked on yours.

You sigh softly, “S’your fault. You get me so worked up.”

“Uh-huh… me too,” he replies, eyes falling down to where your bodies meet, watching the way your pussy swallows his cock up.

It makes you smile and you want to look as sexy as possible for him, so you press your hands on the bed and lean back to give him a better view. It quickly progresses to you placing your feet on the bed so you can move faster and easier. Steve props himself on his elbows to watch, this needy look on his face; his eyebrows scrunched up with his eyes wide and his kiss stained lips parted.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he tells you, voice low.

His words encourage you to work harder, his bed springs squeak and the headboard starts hitting the wall with rhythmic, satisfying thuds. After a moment, Steve can’t help himself and starts jerking his hips up to meet your thrusts. He keeps whimpering and whining, it has you so hot and tingly all over. He wraps his hands around your ankles, watching intently as you ride him.

“Baby, that’s so good,” he babbles, blinking rapidly and it’s one of the tell tale signs that he’s about cum.

You double down, though your thighs and calves are burning from the exertion. It’s all worth it to see Steve fall apart. Once he squeezes his eyes shut and you can see the strain in his neck and jaw, you pull off of him and quickly get your lips wrapped around his cock, closing your eyes tight as you take him as deep as you can and using your hand to stroke what you can’t fit.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m—“ he cries out and then empties down your throat.

He tastes sweet, you’ve always found that strange because you’ve been told that cum taste depends on what they eat and Steve doesn’t eat all that healthy, mostly junk food. Maybe it’s the fruit, he does eat a lot of fruit. You swallow it and pull off him with a loud pop. He’s breathing heavy, eyes still closed tight as he recovers. You rub soothing circles against his thighs as you watch, smiling too yourself.

“C’mere…” he breaths, opening his eyes and looks down to you, “sit on my face.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You straddle his head and Steve wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you down on his mouth. He eats you out sloppily, tongue all over and shaking his head while he does it. You whimper and knot your fingers in his hair, trying to keep your body from tipping over at the pleasure. He digs his fingernails into your thighs, moaning while he licks your pussy. The vibrations of it feel immaculate, your eyes start to roll back and you grind against his face, chasing the high that’s so close you can almost grab it.

“Steve,” you whine out, “right there, oh fuck, yes right there.”

He listens, working his tongue harder against your clit until you’re shaking above him, fingers pulling at his hair while your orgasm crashes through you. You try to hold yourself upright but fail, bending over and muffling your cries in his pillows. He lets you ride it out and when you pull off of him, he’s panting with the widest grin you’ve ever seen. You can’t help but kiss it, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.

He pats your thigh, “Why don’t you stay a little longer? We can watch a movie or something.”

You nod slowly, “Okay… that sounds fun.”

He kisses you again before climbing out of the bed and pulling on a plain t-shirt and his briefs. You also get dressed but you don’t put your pants back on, just your underwear and then you follow him downstairs into the kitchen. You sit up on the counter as he opens the fridge and pulls out two water bottles, offering one to you. You take it graciously and the pair of you swallow them down quickly, smiling at each other as you pant afterward. Steve chuckles softly and then makes his way back to the fridge.

“Ya hungry?”

“I could eat,” you admit, watching as he picks through the groceries. He pulls out fruit. All kinds. Some you’ve never had before. He places them on the counter and you point to one.

“You just eat limes?”

Steve giggles, picking up the fruit and extending it towards you, “It’s guava.”

You hum, looking over the fruit, “I’ve like had it in juice form, I never knew what it looked like.”

Steve takes it back, places it on a cutting board and reaches in the drawer for a knife and spoon. He cuts it open and scoops a spoonful out, passing it to you. You wrap your lips around the spoon and suck down the fruit. It’s very sweet, kind of like a strawberry but also like a pear. You knit your eyebrows together as you chew.

“You don’t like it?” he asks, smiling as he slides between your legs and places his hands on your bare thighs.

You shake your head and say around the mouthful, “No, it’s good.”

After you swallow, Steve kisses you and slides his tongue along your lower lip before pushing past and rubs his tongue against yours. He pulls back and licks his lips, like he’s savoring the taste of the fruit.

“It’s really good,” he says, smirking at you and you flush all over, wanting to kiss him more but he pulls away and starts cleaning the fruit before cutting it up and arranging it on a plate.

“Come on, let’s pick a movie,” he says as he walks out into the living room and you jump off the counter to follow him.

The movie doesn’t matter, you can’t help but watch Steve instead of the TV. He looks so obscene while he’s eating it, sucking the juices and licking them up from his hand and wrist when they drip down. He seems fully interested in the film, even pauses it when you’ve finished the plate of fruit and he goes to wash his hands. You figure you should wash yours too.

When you get back to the couch, he’s laid on it and he makes grabby hands at so you lay in front of him, getting butterflies when he wraps his arms around your waist and presses kisses to your neck. This is by far the most domestic you’ve ever felt with Steve and it makes you feel dizzy and so so warm. You end up passing out on the couch.

;;;

“Hey, sweetheart,” his voice wakes you up and you panic, sitting upright.

“Shit,” you gasp, “What time is it?”

Steve shrugs, “Like nine. Why don’t you…” he shakes his head, “No, never mind.”

“No, what?”

“Why don’t you just spend the night?” he asks, shyly as he scratches the back of his neck.

“I… okay,” you can’t believe Steve thought you’d say no to that. “I should probably call home.”

“Yeah, no, totally,” he smiles at you, “You know where the phone is. I’m gonna just clean up the kitchen really quick.”

“Okay,” you tell him and then make your way to the phone. You pick it up and dial home, pressing the phone against your ear.

After two rings, Tommy picks up, “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me,” you say, twirling the chord around your finger, “Can you—“

“Where have you been?” he asks, sounding concerned.

“At a friends. I accidentally fell asleep,” you explain, “Can you—“

“What friends?”

“Becca’s,” you quickly lie, you can tell her at school tomorrow to back you up. “Can you tell mom and dad I’m gonna crash here tonight?”

“Sure you’re not with a guy?” Tommy asks and you scoff.

“I’m not at a guys house. Can you tell them please?”

“Fine. But tomorrow we’re all going to hang out at Skull Rock. Carol wants you to come,” he says.

“Yeah, cool, I’ll be there,” you say, turning to see Steve leaning against the doorway and smiling at you. “Thanks, Tommy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hang up quickly and turn to smile back at Steve, “You’ve got me until the morning.”

Steve steps closer and wraps his arms around your waist, “Oh, that’s a long time. I wonder how we can spend the time…”

You giggle, melting at his touch.

“Wanna listen to my Abba record?” he asks, tilting his head as he looks down at you.

“Jesus, Steve, again?” you blush, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I bet I we could listen to it like three more times,” he grins and picks you up. You squeal and wrap your legs around your waist, giggling as he carries you up to his room.

;;;

“This is her place,” you tell Steve as he drives, pointing to Becca’s place. He pulls closer to the curb and shifts into park.

“I had fun,” he smiles at you, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Me too,” you gush, “My legs are still like jello.”

He blushes but leans close to kiss you, pressing his palm against your cheek as he deepens it, licking into your mouth. You melt into it, moaning softly as you feel tingles rise up your thighs and heat surges to your core. You pout when he pulls away.

“I’ll see you later,” he whispers past a smile.

You nod, smiling shyly before you open the door and wave as he drives away. You make your way up the steps and knock on Becca’s door. It takes a while before her mom answers and she smiles around her cigarette, letting you inside and you walk to Becca’s room. You knock before opening the door and Becca’s doing her makeup. She gives you a look up and down before smiling smugly.

“You spent the night here last night?” she asks with a laugh.

“I certainly did,” you giggle and open her closet, looking through her clothes for something to wear.

Becca turns to you, “You look absolutely fucked, like you haven’t had a blink of sleep. Who is he?”

“It’s a secret,” you smile, settling on a pair of jeans and a white blouse. “And I slept like maybe four hours.”

“No way! Who?” she gushes, throwing her mascara down with her eyes wide and mouth open.

You want to tell her so bad. And Becca’s a close friend, but you know she can’t keep her mouth shut. But you really want to tell someone. Carol wouldn’t tell but she’d be mad. Billy already knows but something feels incredibly wrong about telling him the juicy details of your sex life.

“He’s in college, I can’t tell anyone,” you lie as you get dressed.

“Ugh, you lucky bitch!” she squeals and hands you her mirror and makeup bag. “Give me the juicy details, spare his name.”

“I went over there at like four yesterday and he just dropped me off. We had sex seven times. Seven!” you gush, using her concealer to cover up the bags under your eyes.

“I hate you! Is he big?” she asks, leaning against her chair.

You blush, picturing Steve’s cock and immediately feeling aroused all over again, “It’s long. If I had to guess like I don’t know… close to nine inches.”

“How are you not split in half?!” Becca squeals.

“Trust me, I am,” you exhale sharply.

;;;

Billy’s offering you a cigarette as you and Becca walk up to the group. You take it, letting him light it and greedily inhaling the smoke. You need it after the night and morning you’ve had.

The blonde leans close to your ear and whispers, “So how was King Steve last night?”

You glare at him before turning to make sure no one is paying attention to the two of you. You whisper back, “I have no idea what you’re talking about?”

Billy chuckles, “Look at you. Either you were with Harrington or you’re lezzing out with Becca, and by the looks of it, she’s good.”

You flush, your fingertips shaking as you bring the cigarette back to your lips. The lowness of his voice and the implications make you feel warm all over. You’re fucking turned on by it. By Billy knowing. You wish you had the guts to tell him Steve made you cum seven times and by the morning you forgot your own name with how fucked out you were. Wish you could tell him about riding Steve’s face and how you’d almost fallen off the bed with how Steve had positioned you and fucked you relentlessly. Maybe you don’t need to, perhaps he can see it.

He grins wolfishly at you, “Guess that’s how he got the name King Steve.”

You choke on the smoke in your throat and everyone turns to look at you. Billy slaps your back like it’s gonna help, like you actually choked on the smoke and not his words.

Tossing the cigarette you ask, “So what time are we meeting up tonight?”

“Eh, around eight or so,” Tommy says, eyes slanted like he sees something he doesn’t like. Billy quickly shoves his hands in his pockets and inches away from you. That’s suspicious, that makes you feel weird all over. Immediately, you're sure Tommy’s said something to him and it makes your blood boil. It could all be wishful thinking, though, you remind yourself. Maybe Tommy didn’t say anything and Billy assumes he’d be upset. You don’t have much time to think about it when Steve walks by and your group of friends, his old friends, start berating him.

Billy calls to him, “Long night, Harrington?”

Steve stops in his tracks, turning to see you and Billy leaning up against the Camaro and he gives you this look like he’s been betrayed. He exhales, looks like he’s about to say something but stops himself.

“Crying over the princess all night?” Tommy chides, grinning from ear to ear.

Steve steps closer to him, chest puffed out, “You’d fucking die if you knew what I was up to last night.”

You hold your breath, beside you, Billy cackles and elbows your side. You widen your eyes and step further away from him.

“Oh yeah?” Tommy asks, “Try me.”

Steve meets your worried eyes with his own, chews on his bottom lip when he looks back at Tommy. He shakes his head, “You're not worth it.”

He walks away, not turning back to look at any of you. The group stands stunned, but Billy looks at you with this sly smirk and Becca looks at you with persistent eyes and her mouth hanging open.

“The hell did he mean?” Carol asks, her face contorted in confusion.

You stand there, a mess of nerves like everyone knows before Billy speaks up and you don’t expect for him to be the one to save you. “I bet you hit the nail on the head, Tommy boy.”

“Yeah,” you agree, trying to save your own ass. “Bet he was crying over Nancy all night.”

When the herd of you start walking towards the school, Billy leans into your ear and says, “You’re welcome.”

You fucking hate him but also, you kind of love him for it.

‧˚⊹ 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 ଓ :: 𝗖𝗟𝟭𝟲 ‧₊˚⤾

╭╯ pairing . . . charles leclerc x fem! driver! reader ) ┊ summary . . . forgetting is troublesome especially when you used to be enemies ) ┊ genre . . . angst, slight smut) ┊ song . . . link ) ╰╮ warning . . . includes smut on chapters: 2 + 3, being mean to charles, google translated french )

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:: PART ONE | angst ❭ ↳ feels like time travel, everything is not the way you left it )

:: PART TWO | angst + minor smut ❭ ↳ weirder and weirder, new information's not always wanted )

:: PART THREE | angst + smut ❭ ↳ you must pull an arrow back so it can go forth )

:: PART FOUR | fluff / angst + smut ❭ ↳ baby steps )

:: PART FIVE | fluff ❭ ↳ we must be there, we have reached heaven )

:: PART SIX | angst ❭ ↳ what have you done?! )

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Angel With Glasses pt. 1

In which Steve unexpectedly falls for the girl with glasses

Warnings: sort of bully!steve, Billy, cursing, mentions of sex, Tommy and Carol, alcohol, you have an older brother, lmk if I missed anything!

Steve Harrington x fem!glasses!reader

There was never a moment in your life you’d thought of Steve Harrington as anything more than a dumb jock.

He’d proven time and time again that he was a guy with an ego who only wanted girls for how they looked instead of the way they were in the inside. Every Interaction you had with him, you ended up with the same thought you had in the beginning:

Egotistical-dirtbag-party boy-jock.

While you weren’t much for the party scene, you had an older brother in Steve’s grade who was on the basketball team as well. So, your dad made him drag you along to every party to ensure that he always had a sober ride home. He knew that you weren’t a party-er like your brother.

So, you sit in the corner watching him make a fool of himself trying to get a girl to go out with him. You’d bring homework to do, looking up every now and then to make sure her brother wasn’t drowning in the bucket of beer in the middle of the kitchen. Then you’d see Steve with his arm around some girl, smirking and no doubt telling her how special she was even though that was probably the third time he’s said it that night.

You’d roll your eyes when he came and talked to you like you were 12 years old. “Yeah, uh, there’s apple juice in the fridge. If you need little break from the adult party, there’s a few TVs upstairs. I’m sure the kid’s network is on this time of night.”

You’d glare at him, the lights reflecting off of your glasses making the look less scary.

To Steve you were nothing but his friend’s nerdy little sister. He thought your glasses were too big for your face and you always had it stuck in a book or a notebook. He wished you wouldn’t give him a dirty look every time he touched a beer or a cigarette. It’s not like he cared what you thought. Nope, Steve Harrington didn’t care what anything thought. He just was tired of you thinking you were better than everyone because you didn’t partake in normal teenage activities.

There was something about your face though. Every time his friends messed with you when your brother wasn’t around, the small quiver of your lips and the furrow of your brows was enough to get them to stop. He ignored the way your chest rose and fell as if you were trying not to calm yourself down, shaking his head as he turned and walked away from your teary eyes.

No, Steve Harrington didn’t care about anyone but himself.

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Steve’s senior year was off to a start. He had made the basketball team again and was ready to get the year over with. He’d submitted college applications but hadn’t heard back from any of them. Oh well. They must take a long time, right? Big decisions always do.

He leaned up against his locker watching Tommy and Carol argue about something stupid. He saw Eddie Munson walk by with Robin Buckley. The two freaks of Hawkins High.

A couple of guys from the team walked by. He saw your brother in the group. As they pushed each other around, he noticed you trailing behind them like you had nowhere else to be with your hands folded in front of you. He took a look at your outfit. A beat of pair of sneakers, jeans and a large sweatshirt that couldn’t have been yours. And of course, your glasses that you had to push up every few minutes or they’d fall off your your face.

The guys had moved away too fast so you were left behind. You looked at Steve and Steve looked at you but then you frowned at him and walked away quickly, bumping into a few people on the way.

“Hey, what’s its problem?” Carol asked, twirling a piece of her red hair around her finger, watching you go.

Tommy smirked, the anger from their argument washing away immediately. “Probably still mad about the party on Friday.”

The girl beside him cackled. “Yeah, I would be too. You guys dumped a whole jug of beer on her head and her precious little books.” She obnoxiously chewed her gum as you were now out of sight. “Dude, she cried like a little fuckin’ baby. It was hilarious.”

Steve sighed. “Yeah, my carpet is still stained by the way. My parents are gonna be pissed when they get back.” He nodded.

“Why would they ever come back when they have you as a son?” Tommy chuckled, hitting his shoulder. Steve didn’t think it was funny. “Oh, hey, come on man. It’s a joke, okay?”

He rolled his eyes and nodded. He saw Nancy and Jonathan walking down the hall, hand in hand and internally groaned. He didn’t like that she dumped him. Steve Harrington didn’t get dumped.

“Anyway, see you in third period?” Carol asked, wrapping her arm around Tommy’s waist.

Steve stuck his hands on his hips as they turned away. “Yeah, see you.”

He shut his locker and thought about what Tommy said. His parents were always gone, that part was true. But when they came back, they didn’t dread having to spend time with him, right? He rolled his eyes, pulling himself out of his head and walked to his first period class.

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You sat in the back of the room during first period. You didn’t like the way that the jocks would be able to sit behind you and try to put stuff in your hair or whisper mean things to their friends that they knew you could hear. So, you asked to be moved to the back.

The only downside of sitting in the back was that you had to sit next to the one and only Steve Harrington.

Most days, he wouldn’t talk which you were thankful for. But he did kick your pencil farther away when you dropped it rather than pick it up and then smirk at you like he won something. He’d always get it back to you eventually though.

Most of the student body had heard about the party on Friday and what happened. Some of them told you that you still smelled like beer but after four showers that night mixed with soap and salty tears, you were sure they were just teasing.

It sucked having an older brother who didn’t stand up for you. He’d ignore you in any public setting and sometimes even lie about being your older brother. You wished you had a brother like Jonathan Byers who stuck up for Will all the time. God, to have a family like him— it just seemed way better than whatever shitty family you were dealt.

At home, it was just you, your brother, and your dad. Your dad was just like your brother in a way. He didn’t want anything to do with you guys but he had to take care of you because your mother died.

You missed her.

She was the only nice person you’d ever lived with. She was sweet and nothing like your brother or father. You missed the way she would play with you after school, braid your hair when you wanted it out of your face, bake for your school’s bake sales— you just missed her.

But she was never coming back. She got sick when you were twelve and died really soon after. That’s when life really fell apart for your family. Your dad stopped caring and your brother became the asshole that he is today.

First period math was always the same. Lesson, practice, quiz, repeat.

The bell rang and to no surprise, Steve walked in five minutes later. He had a different look on his face today. He looked… sad.

He sat down next to you in his usual seat. You listened to the teacher drone on about what you learned last class.

“Hey.”

You heard Steve whisper so quiet that if you weren’t so far away from the front, it would be inaudible. You decided to ignore him because what else could he want other than to tease you about Friday night?

It was the regular Steve Harrington Friday night where his parents were gone and he had a hundred people at his home to break shit, stain shit, and eat all his food.

You walked in behind your brother sporting your regular attire: Baggy jeans and a jumper you’d borrowed from your dad. He suddenly stopped and turned around. “Stay out of my sight, four eyes. And don’t talk to any of my friends, they’re not yours.”

You nodded, not desiring to anyway and made your way to the kitchen, pushing up your glasses. You pretty much knew the layout of Steve’s house and where all the best hiding spots were because of how many parties you’d been dragged to. There was a linen closet through the kitchen and you hid there a multitude of times thinking that night wouldn’t be any different.

So, you sat underneath the higher shelves and turned on the light in there so you could do your homework and read until the party died down.

So, for an hour you sat there with your knees pulled to your chest and your lip between your teeth reading the third Lord Of the Rings book. You had your geometry textbooks in your cross body bag that still hung around your neck.

Suddenly it had gotten quiet.

All the screaming, laughing, talking, and the music was silent. Your looked up from your book with furrowed brows. Your heart rate picked up as you heard sets of footsteps coming closer. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping you would disappear right there but you didn’t.

The door swung open and you clutched your book so tight as two pairs of hands reached for you. “No, no, no!” You shouted.

You were dragged out of the closet and through the house, trying to pry yourself out of Tommy and Jarred’s hands. “Get off me!”

They pulled you into the living room where people pointed and laughed. Your glasses had fallen of at this point from all the thrashing and pulling you’d been doing. You were held there for a moment, looking around at all the blurry people. But then, you were let go. If your glasses had been on, you would’ve seen the guy with a big bucket of beer coming straight at you.

In a second, you were drenched from head to toe. The liquid stung your eyes when you tried to open them. You felt it seeping through your thick sweater, dripping off of your hair.

It had gone silent and someone kicked your glasses to your feet. You slowly bent down with shaking hands and picked them up.

You set them on the bridge of your nose and looked around at all go the teenager trying to decide if they wanted to laugh out loud or whisper. It didn’t matter though. Nothing mattered anymore.

Steve saw you, made eye contact with you. Your lips quivering, shoulders shaking and body shivering. His shocked smile faltered. He could see even through your glared glasses that tears were brimming up in your eyes. You dropped your book on the ground and walked out of the house.

You heard the people inside resume laughing and cackling and let the tears flow. You couldn’t wipe them otherwise the beer that soaked your skin and sleeves would get In your eyes even more. So you walked home, not caring about your brother who pointed and laughed with all the others.

You flinched out of your traumatic flashback when Steve tapped your shoulder. You turned to him with a lethal glare. “What do you want?”

He slid something onto your desk and you looked down. Your lips parted at the sight of your destroyed copy of the third Lord of the Rings book. You looked back at him. “Wha—“

“You kinda left it at my house last week.” He shrugged.

You scoffed. “Yeah because you and your friends dumped beer all over me.”

He pressed his hand to his chest. “Hey, I had no idea that was happening.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, and that makes it any better? You could’ve done something to stop it but no, you just laughed along with the others.” You turned away from him and looked down at your mom’s book. “You gotta fit in to win, right?” Your tone was poison and Steve felt it in his veins.

Steve sighed and looked down at his blank homework sheet. A few moments went by and he cleared his throat. “Any chance I could get the homework answers?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

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You hated basketball.

Well, more like you just hated the players. Steve and your brother on the same team? Barf.

But, it was the first practice of the season and you had to wait for your brother to get done so he could drive you home. You would walk but it was too cold and you’d forgotten your coat at your house. You would ask Eddie for a ride but he left as soon as the bell rang and saw his van speeding out of the parking lot.

You sat on the bleachers not paying attention to the squeaks of the players sneakers on the linoleum and tried to salvage the pages of the book Steve so graciously returned to you. It was no use. It was sad because it was a part of your mom’s book collection that she gave to you before she died.

You ignored the whispers from girls who were watching their boyfriends practice. But the one thing you couldn’t ignore was the guy who walked out of the locker room and into the gym. He had curly hair and a smirk on his lips. He was shirtless and literally glistening.

You didn’t pay attention to many guys but this was one you’d never seen before. He looked mean so that means that he would for sure be like the others and completely ignore you. But he walked past a tall skinny blonde and made a beeline for you.

Oh here we go. You thought. My first time getting hit by a man and he looks like a Greek god.

You squeezed your eyes shut and waited to be drenched in something, hit, or spit at but… nothing ever happened.

“Hey, sweetheart,”

Steve watch the two of you for the next five minutes in conversation about whatever. Steve couldn’t believe a guy like Billy was talking to a girl like you. Steve saw a hint of a smile that he hadn’t seen since Freshman year tug at the corner of your lips.

“Harrington, get your head in the game, man!” Jason Carver, a sophomore shouted from across the gym.

He looked away for just a split second to dribble the ball and shoot it. When he looked back, you and Billy were gone.

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Omg hello! This is part one of my Steve series! Do not worry, he won’t be an asshole for much longer!

I hope you enjoyed this and let me know your predictions for the rest of the series! What do you think Billy’s up to?

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No Need To Ask

Chapter Eighteen - CSS DEAD

The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.

But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.

Warnings: Guns, death

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LH44 has anybody heard from CSS?

LN4 CSJ55 is safe but haven't heard from CSS

FA14 haven't heard anything down here

CSJ55 I am gathering my men to get back into my house

CSJ55 will keep everybody posted

"What's this?" Y/N asked as she leaned over her husbands shoulder and placed her hand on his shoulder, looking at the screen in front of him. It was clear what it was, a chat forum. But she couldn't make sense of any of the names.

Carlos leaned back, his head against her stomach. Her touch on his shoulder was light, but it was enough, for now. "Guess which one is your brother," he said as she leaned closer to read the screen.

There were so many usernames. LH44, LN4, CSJ55, CSS, CL16, AA23, MV33, JV1.

LN. Lando Norris. Y/N pointed to his last line of chat and Carlos nodded. "Okay, who is everyone else? Who is CSJ55? Why doesn't CSS have a number?"

Carlos told her all about the chat forums. It was kind of funny, actually. That mafia families used chat forums. "My father hasn't responded since we escaped the house," he said, scrolling back through the chat.

Carlos had two chat windows open. One with all of the heads of families and one with his men. Not all of his men were responding, anxiety bubbled up in Carlos's stomach.

That chat with the heads of families kept going. Everybody had responded, everybody but Carlos's stomach. He had tried to check the cameras inside of the house, but they'd all been disconnected or destroyed.

Carlos's phone vibrated against his chest. He picked it up, reading the text. "What is it?" Y/N asked softly, gently. Carlos wasn't hiding the screen from her or anything, but the text was in Spanish and she couldn't yet read it.

"My mother," he answered as he replied to the message. She was okay, had been in contact with Carlos ever since she'd made it to Alonsos safehouse.

As much as the Sainz family and the Alonso family hated each other, they had an agreement in place. If anything happened to the Sainz, those who could get out were to get to Alonsos territory if they could. It worked both way, with the Sainz offering sanctuary for Alonso and his men if needs be.

Señora Sainz had made it to Alonsos territory. By the time she'd gotten there, the attackers had left Alonsos. It was in a state, everything broken, documents missing, just like Carlos's house.

Alonso hadn't escaped like the Sainz family had. He had a bookcase that he could hide behind. Once he was behind it, the bookcase looked bolted to the wall, unmovable. Nobody thought to look for Alonso in there.

When Señora Sainz arrived at the Alonso house, he took her and her daughters to his own safehouse.

"My mother," he said as he placed his phone back on the desk. "She and my sisters are safe, but she hasn't yet heard from my father."

Y/N squeezed his shoulder. "He's gonna be okay," she said softly. There wasn't a lot she could do to comfort him, she knew in that moment. "He's a smart man. He'll know how to save himself," she said and Carlos nodded his head.

But he wasn't so sure.

He turned to his wife, who still had a hold of his shoulder. But she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at the gun he had beside the laptop.

It was the only weapon Carlos had brought with him, which was terrifying. If somebody found them, if a group of people found them, how was Carlos supposed to protect her?

She was staring and Carlos had no idea what she was thinking. He placed his hand over her own and used his other to pick up the gun.

"For my entire life," Y/N began as she touched the gun. Carlos still had it as she ran her fingers over the components. It was loaded, the safety off, and there was no way he was letting go of it. "Everybody around me has been carrying these things around," she said. "I was always afraid of them, and I never, ever wanted to learn to shoot one."

It may have been the way she was saying it, but Carlos knew there was something more. Whether she was going to voice it or not, he didn't know. But he could guess. With how she was behaving before they had to run, he could guess. "Would you like to learn to shoot it?"

She went to nod her head, but then she stopped. "Yes," she said, standing up just a bit straighter. "I'd like that."

Like wasn't quite the right choice of word, she thought as soon as she said it. What she would have liked would have been to never have to shoot a gun, to never be in this situation in the first place. But it had become necessity. Necessity for her for learn to protect herself, to be stronger, to protect her husband.

It was strange for them, to be outside of the cabin. Since they'd arrived only Carlos had gone outside, and that was only from necessity, or to smoke a cigarette. He'd gone to the shops, gotten them food, water, clothes, anything they needed. And every time he had been in some way disguised.

But not now. Now, he and Y/N stood outside of the cabin, surrounded by the trees. It was cold, colder than Y/N expected it to be, and she found herself wrapped up in Carlos's jumper.

It smelt just like him. That combination of smoke and pine. She couldn't stop herself from lifting the collar of the jumper to her nose and inhaling. Again and again she smelled the fabric until it surrounded her, consumed her.

Carlos set up the empty spaghetti cans on top of a fallen tree. He wasn't very good at placing them, and they wobbled and fell off more than once. When he had them all lined up, he waited a moment, made sure the cans weren't going to fall, and walked back over to Y/N.

He pulled the gun from his pocket and placed it in Y/N's hands.

Shooting a gun wasn't supposed to be romantic. But somehow it was. Somehow the way Carlos stood beside her, with his arms wrapped around her, was romantic. Shocker.

He focused on her aim. It wasn't good, and the recoil had Y/N struggling. She tried her very best, and hit the top of the can in the middle, but didn't do much else.

"Can you just show me?" She asked after deciding she'd wasted enough bullets (Carlos had shown her how to reload, too. That she had gotten quick at).

When Carlos nodded his head, Y/N stepped back. She pressed her back against a tree and watched as Carlos, using just one hand, with one eye closed, shot every can sitting on the log.

It was... Hot. A huge turn on, but she couldn't stop herself from pouting. As hot as it was, she wanted to be that good. She wanted to be able to shoot with such precision. And she wanted it now.

Carlos laughed as he walked over and offered her his hand. He pulled her up from the tree, pulling her close before very quickly letting go. "No matter, my pretty little wife," he said as they walked back towards the cabin. "We can try again tomorrow."

Y/N nodded her head, but it was somewhat reluctant. If it wasn't for wasting bullets, she'd keep going. But she followed Carlos into the cabin and sat herself down on the end of the bed.

She still wore Carlos's jumper. The inside of the cabin was warm, but she didn't care, she just wanted to wear the jumper.

Carlos sat himself at the desk and opened the laptop once more. He logged on, going straight to the chat he had with his men. There weren't many that managed to get away from the house when the shooting started; only twenty of them were responding to him. Nobody from his fathers house was responding.

Laying back on the bed, Y/N grabbed her book and began reading as Carlos scrolling through the chat.

"Shit," he suddenly whispered and pushed the laptop away. He stood up suddenly, knocking over the chair, and grabbed the carton of cigarettes from the bedside table.

"Carlos," Y/N called as he grabbed the cigarettes and marched out of the cabin, slamming the door shut behind him.

She walked over to the window, looked outside and watched as Carlos, with the cigarette held between his lips, lifted his lighter to the end of it with shaking hands. He pulled the cigarette away and released the smoke from his lungs, sinking to the floor.

Y/N walked out of the cabin. She walked over to him and got down onto the floor, the ground beneath her knees cold.

He rubbed at his eyes as Y/N wrapped her arms around him. He wasn't crying, no. Mafia bosses weren't allowed to cry. And he was the boss, now wasn't he?

She didn't say anything, just held him. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her chest.

But then Carlos pulled away. He stood up, leaving Y/N on the ground, and finished his cigarette. She watched him, unmoving. Unsure of what to do, she only watched him. Confusion was written on her face as Carlos finished his cigarette and walked back into the cabin, leaving her there on the floor.

Y/N immediately stood up and dusted herself off. She followed after him, pushing her way into the cabin.

Carlos stared at her. She stared at him. Neither of them said anything. His hair was a mess, like for the few seconds he had been alone he was pulling at hit. His eyes were red but no tears stained his face.

She wasn't going to let him be an asshole to her, not anymore. As much as she wanted to attack, demand his respect, she couldn't do that. That wasn't who she was.

Instead she walked over to him and, again, wrapped her arms around him. "Just talk to me," she whispered and ran her fingers through his hair, trying to sort it out. But then she read the words on the screen in front of him.

CSS DEAD

Carlos Sainz Senior was dead.

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Chapter Five: Somewhere in the Crowd There’s You

a/n: here’s chapter five of my purely self-indulgent fun — a little later than i anticipated because i was sick and got a little derailed. we are half way now and things will be heating up in the next few chapters, haha. wanted to play around with one of my favorite tropes, so here we are with modern day!rich!fake husband!steve harrington x afab!reader.

warnings/tags: (10k words); mentions of alcohol; parent loss, both parties; r has a sister and father; smut in later chapters, so 18+, minors dni; additional tags to be added.

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“You sent too much money.” 

It’s your father’s voice that spills down the other line. Gruff in a way that alerts you your fears aren’t for naught, as he’s likely had many sleepless nights since the last you spoke. You recall days as a child, when your mother had been sick, and your father would stay awake all hours of the night, if only to clean up the house so she didn’t have to. To make sure that her worries were only meant to be on getting better and resting. 

“I…have a business and it’s going well,” you explain, chewing on your bottom lip. 

Across the room, Steve’s fluffing pillows and putting a champagne bottle on ice. Your guests will be here soon, likely within the next few minutes, though when your father’s name flashed across your screen you knew you needed to answer. 

“Only a few clients now, but I’m hopeful I’ll pick up more,” you continue, exhaling deeply. “I want you to have it. I know Caroline mentioned needing new shoes. Please let me do this.”

There’s a long pause. “Okay, okay. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. Clinical year at school, newly married, and now a businesswoman. How is my son-in-law?”

“He’s…” 

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤: 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | The Hawkins High 1986 Yearbook is set to encapsulate the '85-'86 school year, capturing all students and memorabilia from the momentous year—with an exception, though... Hellfire. And as a valued member of the Yearbook Committee, Eddie Munson had placed a target on your back to protect himself.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Swearing, yelling, crying, bullying, descriptions of depression, and mentions of childhood abuse and neglect.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | Here's a masterlist in case anyone was interested. Big kisses and thanks to @spring-picnics and @batkin028 for title ideas and inspiration!

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 After finding out about their exclusion from the school yearbook, Hellfire—Eddie Munson—isn't keen in letting his feelings fall for your attempt to fixing said issue.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 Following Friday’s events, Eddie Munson was on a mission to apologize to you, though everything fell short when your life began to crumble in a matter of hours.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 An apology is definitely at hand, and Eddie cements it when he drunkenly appears at your house despite you clear disdain.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐕. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧...

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧...

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐈. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧...

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