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hi so i have a couple of pieces in my lineup but i’m not sure which one to work in first. here’s what i have coming up, in no particular order:

• hypochondriac: pt 3 (stan uris x oc)

• tidal pools: pt 1 (steve harrington x reader)

• babysitting 101: blurb (steve harrington x oc)

• send her my love/second choice: pt 3 (steve harrington x reader)

• fossilized: blurb, possible series? lots of angst, lots of fluff. (dustin henderson x oc, steve harrington x oc)

Kings and Queens

Summary: Bethany Sullivan might uphold her nice girl status pretty well, but also she can’t keep that queen bee crown with just sugar. Billy Hargrove learns this the hard way. Or, alternatively, the one where Beth puts Billy back in his place.

Steve Harrington x oc, Billy Hargrove x oc (one-

sided)

warnings: not smut but there are a lot of sexual innuendos and overtones

a/n: this one's for you, Fiona.

The first thing Billy Hargrove noticed when he moved to Hawkins, Indiana was the utter lack of excitement in the tiny town. There wasn’t a beach in sight and the town had only one mall. He thought he might die of sheer boredom. Hell, that sounded better than suffering another second in this Cow Shit Town.

His opinion shifted only with the second thing to catch his eye in Hawkins. That thing had the prettiest pair of legs he had ever seen, a voice like smooth honey, bubblegum lips, and a banging body small enough that he didn’t doubt for one second that he could lift her right over his shoulder with little to no effort. He could already feel her soft golden hair between his calloused fingers, her smooth legs around his waist. Billy shivered with delight at the dirty thoughts already racing through his mind. He’d always had a thing for blondes, and this Indiana Babe put the Golden Coast Girls to shame. He had to have her. Billy Hargrove always got what he wanted; she wouldn’t even know what hit her.

It didn’t take long at all for Billy to learn as much as possible about his mystery blonde. The dumb, freckled, and eager-to-please kid in his history class named Tommy almost snorted the moment Billy showed an interest in her, but spewed information nonetheless.

Bethany Sullivan, as he soon learned her name was, was just the kind of girl Billy wanted to have on his arm and under him in the back of his Camaro. As if her stellar looks weren’t enough, Beth sat atop the social ladder. If Billy was going to mingle with some Midwest bitch, he figured the head cheerleader and homecoming queen wasn’t a bad place to start. Only, Tommy had warned, Beth didn’t date. Maybe a college guy here or there, but there wasn’t a single guy in Hawkins she had accepted a date with. Billy laughed at this. He wasn’t a Hawkins boy, and he didn’t take no for an answer.

Billy put his plan into fruition at Tina’s Halloween Party. Like something straight out of Billy’s fantasies, Beth strolled into the party with her equally gorgeous girl friends. His mouth dried at the sight of her, dressed fittingly as a pristine white angel accompanied by sultry redhead and promiscuous brunette red devils at each shoulder. The costume was just a little too short for an actual angel, but Beth could still easily have been one. God, Halloween was a beautiful holiday. As Billy downed the rest of his beer, he decided then and there that tonight was the night. Their little cat and mouse game, fun as it was, needed to end before Billy died from the need to touch her. He wasn’t leaving this party until he either had her under his arm or a night at the drive-in theater scheduled. Nothing could stop him now, not even that Bambi-eyed fucker Steve Harrington everyone seemed so fond of. In Billy’s eyes, Steve was not an equal opponent. He saw Steve as a pretty boy with his daddy’s money in his pockets and very little to actually show for himself. Tommy Hanson had a big mouth and was a little slow, but he did know Steve just about as well as anyone in Hawkins. So, when he reported that Beth was the one thing Steve had once wanted but never got, Billy knew he was doing something right. Apparently, if Tommy wasn’t confusing a real house party with a wet dream, even he had once swapped spit with the blonde beauty- and Harrington hadn’t. Billy gobbled up Tommy’s gossip with glee, happy to know that Beth really was uncharted territory. He was more than ready to conquer her.

He caught her on the dancefloor. Billy turned the charm up and tried as casually as he could to boast about his new title.

“I saw you taunting Steve earlier. You should be nicer to him,” she drawled, frowning.

Billy chuckled lowly. He didn’t quite understand why Beth gave two shits how he spoke to Harrington, but he was willing to play along if it  got him into her skirt any faster. If Billy wasn’t so self-absorbed, he might have noticed she was sweet on him. 

“Okay,” he said. “I’m really only here for you, anyways.” Beth swirled her cup of unidentified alcohol around and cocked an eyebrow at him. “Oh, really?” “Mhmm. How ‘bout that movie, sweetheart?” Beth took one last glance over at Steve and Nancy in their matching costumes, swallowed hard, and forced a coy smile. “All right, Hargrove,” she said. “You can pick me up Friday at 7.” With a soft, ghost of a touch to his exposed chest, she disappeared into the crowd once more. Billy allowed himself to celebrate with even more beer, with no way of knowing that he would be incapacitated on the floor of Joyce Byers’ kitchen come Friday at seven o’clock.

Still reeling from his non-date with Beth, Billy strolled into the Harrington backyard on New Year’s Eve with a bone to pick. He heard Steve had shacked up with the one girl he’d made it pretty clear he wanted. 

If either Beth or Steve received any warning that their party had been crashed, they likely would have left the hot tub much earlier than they did. Their smitten, lovestruck bliss instead left them too absorbed in one another to notice the sudden parting of the crowds like the Red Sea to Moses. “Steve,” she insisted, trying not to smile. “C'mon, you’re gonna catch a cold out here. Let’s go inside” “Just a little longer?”

“Fine,” she said, shaking her head. “You can, but I’m going to go get changed, all right? I want to be warm by midnight” Steve glanced down at her skin, where his thumb circled absently, and thought how little he wanted to see her in anything else but that yellow bikini. She slipped from his grip, though, with the promise of a fresh drink when she returned- fully dressed this time- and a sweet peck to his lips. He watched her disappear with a smile on his lips and a semi hard-on in his swim shorts. Beth had no sooner returned to the back patio in dry clothing than she noticed a very unwelcome figure standing next to her boyfriend on the grass by the hot tub. Fuming, she stormed over to the two boys. Beth was the first to speak.

“Who the hell invited you?” She looked disgusted enough to chill even Billy’s spine. He wasn’t going to back down easy, though. “Hey there, princess,” he cooed. “Lookin’ good.”

Beth ignored Billy’s affections, instead handing Steve his beer, as promised.

“What do you want, Hargrove?”

The healed scars littering Steve’s brow and chin from his last encounter with Billy were enough to keep his temper in check. Despite his brutal defeat, the animosity between the two teens had yet to fade out entirely. Steve didn’t care what Billy thought of him, but he would have died to protect the people he loved. Even if they begged him not to.

The only thing Billy wanted to destroy was Steve and Beth’s relationship. He was surprised it took as much as effort as it had; girls tended to fall into his lap, no matter who they were seeing beforehand. Beth was different.

“Just wonderin’ when you were gonna cut the shit. I mean- look at him! What’s he got that I don’t? Just let me-“

If Billy had meant to get a reaction out of her, he’d just struck gold. Beth turned abruptly away from Steve to face him head-on. She sauntered over to him, hands placed firmly at her hips.

“I’m glad you asked,” she said, smiling. “Steve has me, and you- well, you showed up here alone, am I wrong?”

He clicked his tongue to his teeth as if amused, but inside Billy was churning. No girl was worth this sort of humiliation. Leaving now, though, showed defeat and Billy wanted to win.

“Why so uptight, babe? Is Harrington here not enough for ya-? You just need a real man. Maybe that’s why you’ve been such a bitch-“

She’d had enough. Beth’s bemused smile melted into an unreadable line. A soft giggle escaped her, and she stepped as close to Billy as possible. Her voice came out soft:

“See, what I think you’re forgetting, babe,” Beth was touching his face, lingering so close with a voice so sickeningly sweet that Billy thought for a fleeting moment that she might kiss him. Instead, the hand that had been absently combing his hair yanked back sharply so that his throat bared and he had no choice but to look her dead in the eyes. Her honey eyes were swimming in a dark swarm of calm anger. The sight sent Billy’s blood cold. “Is that this is my town. You hear me, you piece of shit? I gave you a free pass on Halloween because you were new, but now you’re going to answer to me.” His eyes widened in a lethal force of anger and raw arousal at her brazen attitude. Beth was out for the blood, and there wasn’t a soul- not even Tommy- dumb enough to step in and save him now. She was the town’s wet dream, an endless supply of spank-bank material, a sort of taboo daydream that left you aroused and ashamed for even thinking such a thing about such a nice girl. It was times like these, though, that squashed any doubt as to her social monarchy.

“But,” he wriggled in her grip. Billy could clearly see the crowd of interested party-goers that had gathered to watch his social execution, but none of them made any moves. “Harrington- keg- I-“ A laugh so unexpected and harsh passed her lips that Billy thought he might have jumped in fright if she hadn’t been holding his head still. 

“Oh, my god,” she hissed. “You really are dumb, aren’t you?” Billy blinked up at her. Social hierarchy was perhaps one of the few things he thought he really understood. In Hawkins, it seemed, he was dead wrong. “That doesn’t mean a goddamn thing, Hargrove. What, you think because you can guzzle beer faster than a certified alcoholic would even dream to that you’re suddenly hot shit? Please! “Stay the fuck away from me and my boyfriend. I don’t think I even need to remind you what would happen if you bothered those kids either, no? Your little stint was amusing while it lasted, but it’s over now. If I so much as see your face around here again, you won’t even be able to find a gas station willing to sell you a pack of cigarettes. Understood? He swallowed harshly. Under normal circumstances, Billy would have laughed at her, maybe even spat in her pretty little face. Now, he could see the murder in her eyes. He nodded eagerly, solemnly, as if signing his own death certificate. “Good,” she said, grinning devilishly. Beth set him upright, pat her palm against his chest, and sent him merrily on his way. Over his shoulder, with her arms crossed triumphantly over her black sparkly dress, she called out to him one final time: “Hawkins is a matriarchy, and don’t you forget it!” The dust from their verbal brawl settled fairly quickly once his demise was set in stone- or rather, in the hardness of her scowl. Beth melted easily back into Steve’s waiting arms. “Damn, that’s my girl,” he said, fully awestruck. He was sure he was in love now, if he hadn’t been before. Giggling, she planted a wet kiss to his plump lips. Steve pulled her in for another hungry kiss, grinning. Sweet Beth melted his heart, but that side of her was probably the sexiest thing he had ever seen. His girlfriend sure knew how to start the new year off right.

Cheerleader

Summary: Steve’s feeling neglected by his parents, but his girlfriend’s always right there to cheer him up.

Steve Harrington x female OC pairing

warnings: angst, allusions to sexual activity, mushy fluff

a/n: requested by the lovely @casaharrington . This took me forever and a day to finish, but I hope it was worth the wait!

Steve didn’t know why he expected anything from his father or where that tiny sliver of faith he had in him came from. His father had never given Steve much. Any small promise Mr. Harrington tossed at his son fell empty. In hindsight, Steve should have known that his father couldn’t be bothered to get involved in his life a long time before he actually did learn. Probably should have learned his lesson the day his Dad shirked his third grade Career Day and left Steve feeling embarrassed and unimportant. Then, his eight-year-old mind couldn’t fathom that, maybe, he really was unimportant in his father’s mind.

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I've been thinking about that Steve as a new father question still. I want to write a one-shot about it, but I'm curious if you'd like anything in particular for it since you gave me the ask? :)

Ahh okay so maybe Steve finding out he’s going to be a father or what he’s like while his s/o is in labor and bringing the baby home iDk just fluffy dad steve

well, you know whAt, Hopper? You’re just a fatass Indiana cop

Don’t Even Think About It, Harrington - Series (Part V)

Hey guys, it’s been a SPELL and for that I’m sorry. Here is part five of Steve x Amy’s saga. For those of you new to my blog, this is a request for @shoeglazedonut which is as follows: “I’d like to request a story where Steve takes Hopper’s oldest daughter to the prom for their first official date. As Steve waits for them to finish up, Hopper, El, and the rest of the party are making Steve nervous as they give him the talk.”. You can find Chapters 1-4 listed below. If you prefer to read it on AO3, it is posted there as well (if you do read on AO3, please consider leaving kudos!)

Thanks readers!  Pairings: Steve Harrington x Hopper’s Oldest Daughter (Amy) Rating: Mature Warnings: Swearing, kissing, sex mention Chapter One    Chapter Two   Chapter Three   Chapter Four CHAPTER FIVE: I Hope So       That night, when The Party arrived, Steve was in tow. The kids thundered into the kitchen, shouting over each other, leaving a trail of coats, shoes, and hats in their wake. Steve hung back by the front door, trying to scoop their mess into a manageable pile.       Amy came over to him, coats in hand, smiling wide. “What are you doing here?”       “Pretending to be your friend. Surely an innocent game of Dungeons and Dragons isn’t against the rules?” His expression suggested otherwise. He leaned in and left a kiss on her cheek.        She tried to be angry, but her smile gave her away. “You have to behave. Jane will tattle.”       “I am always well behaved.”       “My dad is going to be home in a couple of hours,” she warned.       “And I’ll be at the table, keeping my hands to myself.” He circled her waist and pulled her tight. “But in the meantime-” he moved to kiss her and she lifted her hand to his lips.       “No.” She pushed him off, looking over her shoulder to make sure none of the kids saw.       Mike scanned the table, noticing Steve’s absence. “Steve! You can make out later!”        “Ew,” Will added.       “Ew is Jonathan and Nancy every time we’re at your place,” Lucas said, Max nodding in agreement.       “It’s all ew. Can you guys ever keep it in your pants?” Will scrunched his nose, he wanted to play, not deal with teenage hormones.        Steve wandered up to the table and ruffled Will’s hair. “No. You’ll understand when you’re older.” He took a seat next to Dustin, happy to be completely unbothered by talk of Nancy and Jonathan.        “Do you sneak in Amy’s window, too?” Mike goaded.       “He does,” Jane sold him out.       Steve gaped at her. “Shut up! I don’t anymore.”       “Not since last night.” Jane’s smile was nothing short of wicked.       “Ooooooo!” The Party crowed in unison.       “Jane! Oh my God, please don’t tell Dad,” Amy begged, sweeping into the kitchen.       “I won’t. If you make snacks.”       Amy accepted the role of game wench at the mercy of her younger sister and moved to the cupboards.       Jim pulled up to find Steve’s car parked in front of the house. He sighed and resigned himself to the fact he’d have to make nice in front of the kids. Jim didn’t want Steve there, but he knew The Party, especially Dustin, would.          A pile of mess greeted Jim at the front door as a cacophony of sounds and the scent of buttered popcorn drifted from the kitchen. He could pick out Amy and Jane’s laughter above it all. Everything was as it should be. Almost.       He walked into the kitchen to find Amy sitting on Steve’s lap, rolling the dice. They hadn’t heard him come in over everyone bellowing. Amy caught his eye and jumped up immediately. Everyone froze.       Jim had a choice: tear her out and ruin everyone’s night or let it go. His mind raced as everyone stared at him. Steve looked particularly pale. Jane’s expression was the only one more pained; she didn’t want to lose her evening over Amy’s stupid boyfriend.       “Maybe I should find you an extra chair?” was what he landed on.       Everyone started to settle, for there was no yelling, there was no malice.       Steve got up and said, “I’ll help you find one.”       “No need, you kids enjoy your game.” Jim wandered down the hall to get the old wooden chair from his bedroom, one that he used as a closet when he was too tired to hang his clothes. He could hear the chatter resuming, much quieter than before, and he felt sorry for himself. He’d been too hard on the girls because he was holding them so damn tight.       Jim shuffled down the hallway, back into the kitchen, and he passed Amy the chair. He smiled meekly to her and ruffled Jane’s hair. “I’ll be watching TV if you kids need anything.”       There was an lingering air of tension as Jim exited the kitchen, furthering his self-loathing. Settling into his armchair, he hoped the laughter would resume.        It didn’t take long as Dustin let out a loud belch to inject some levity back into the game, eliciting groans of disgust, impressed applause, and immature guffawing from the group.       “That tasted like butter,” Dustin discovered.       “I’m gonna barf on you,” Max added.       The game carried on triumphantly, everyone saying asshole and shit too many times for Jim to start policing language now. Jane got busted moving the dice with her mind for a more favourable roll, but Mike chose to honour it, earning a punch in the arm from Lucas.       “Mike, that’s not fair,” Steve complained, as he was most affected by the roll.      “Life isn’t fair, Steve,” Mike retorted.       Steve couldn’t help but pout, so Amy leaned over and left a small kiss on the tip of his nose.       Jim had been stealing a peek into the kitchen and he watched as Steve’s face lit up looking at Amy. He look at her like she held the stars in the sky. Steve brought Amy’s hand to his face and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Her smile told Jim one thing: she was completely in love with Steve Harrington.       At nine o’ clock, Amy and Steve wrangled The Party out the door. The kids hurried to Steve’s car, Dustin claiming shotgun. Steve hung back on the porch to say goodnight to Amy.       “I’ll see you tomorrow, Aims.” He brushed her hair behind her ear, leaving his hand cupping her face. She took a step forward, closing the space between them, and kissed him goodbye. He smiled against her lips, feeling warmth creeping up his cheeks. He pulled her a little closer, resting his hands on her hips. He kissed her like it was New Years all over again. Fireworks and all.        They heard the sound of knuckles on glass and turned to see Jim, peeking through the curtains of the picture window at them, shaking a finger ‘no’.       Steve dropped his hands from Amy’s waist, but she clung tight to his sweater, wanting to keep him for every possible second. “Goodnight, Steve.”       Dustin honked the horn; curfew was nigh. Steve looked back to the car. “Well, I gotta run, Aims.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, turned, and rushed to his BMW. She watched him leave; it was her least favourite thing to see.       “I love you,” she whispered, knowing he wouldn’t hear it.       Amy was sure that her father would have something scathing to say by the time she came back in the house. Instead, she found him, brow knit, puffing a cigarette from his armchair. He looked deep in thought.       “Hey, Dad, I didn’t know Steve was going to be coming over,” she started to explain.       “It’s fine, Amy.” Jim didn’t pull his attention from the TV, even though he was staring through it.       “Ok, well, goodnight,” she said, sheepishly. She could feel the tension radiating from the armchair, but this time Jim wasn’t fighting her. This was different. He was pensive.       “Goodnight.”       “Love you, Dad,” she added, before heading up the stairs.       This brought Jim’s attention from the TV, a warm smile dissipating his worried thoughts. “Love you, too, kiddo.” *       Amy was thrilled to see Steve sitting at his desk, next to hers, where he belonged. He bit his bottom lip upon seeing her, but it didn’t stop a goofy smile from creeping across his mouth.       “Hey, Aims.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to meet his lips before she took her seat.       “Hey, handsome.” She pulled back and sat down.       “Did I get you in trouble last night?” His worry was sincere.       “Surprisingly, no. Maybe a couple more well behaved games of D and D and my dad will be over himself.”       “I hope so.”       After school, Amy went to watch basketball practice, which meant Steve was too distracted to notice Billy, who was already aching for revenge, hurtling the ball at his face. Steve blinked away the tears pooling in his eyes and felt the blood trickling down his lips and chin. He brought a hand to his face as reality washed over him.       “Steve!” Amy called from the bleachers, mad as hell, and determined to have Billy’s head.        Billy goaded him, “Catching the ball with your face now, Harrington?”       Steve wiped his nose on the back of his hand and tackled Billy to the floor. The testosterone got to the boys on the court and pretty soon both teams, despite being on the same team outside of practice, started taking sides and wailing on each other.        Billy rolled over and pinned Steve, bringing a fist above his head, ready to knock Steve’s lights out. Steve remembered what it was like to be on the receiving end of Billy’s unrelenting fury and he braced himself. But Amy grabbed Billy’s wrist before he had a chance to take a swing. She pulled Billy off of Steve and Billy shoved her hard enough that she toppled backwards and crashed to the floor. Steve was furious and dove for Billy once again, but this time, Coach Masters caught him by the back of his shirt and yanked him to standing. Steve twisted out of his grip and helped Amy up.        “You ok, Aims?” he asked, worriedly giving her a once over.       “I’m ok.” She wiped at the blood on Steve’s lip with her t-shirt.       “Your bitch is pretty loyal, Harrington,” Billy taunted. Steve moved to take a step towards him, fire in his eyes, but Amy held him back.        Coach Masters shouted, “Hargrove, you’re done for the next three weeks. Harrington, you’re benched for the next game. And as for the rest of you, practice is over.” He looked past Billy’s hateful expression to Amy. “Miss Spencer, you can join the three of us in the principal’s office.”       This time, Jim made the journey to the school. He burst through the door of Principal Hendricks’ office where Amy was still waiting. Steve chose to wait with her, prepared to take the blame.       “Amy, I’ll meet you in the truck.” It wasn’t a suggestion.       “Dad-”       “Now, Amy,” Jim barked.       She looked to Steve, hating whatever was about to come, and then she travelled out the door and down the hall.        Jim turned his attention to Principal Hendricks. “May we have the room?”       Principal Hendricks wanted to be involved about as much as he wanted a hole in the head, so he nodded and swept out of the office without another word. Steve watched him go, realizing he was without allies. He looked to Jim, who was seething.       Jim grabbed Steve by the front of his shirt and pulled him out of his chair. “You really are stupid, Steve.”       Steve batted at his hands. “She just came to watch practice.”       “You’ve landed my daughter in the principal’s office twice since January and you’re going to stay away from her.”       “No,” he said, defiantly.       “Excuse me?” Jim couldn’t believe Steve would have the balls to try it.       “I won’t. She’s an adult and if she wants to see me, she should.”       “No, Steve, she won’t. Because I won’t have my daughter corrupted by your irresponsible bullshit. You’re a loser and she deserves better.”       Jim’s words hurt more than the stinging pain of his battered face. Steve was terrified that he’d amount to nothing as he’d watched everyone surpass him over the last six months. Jonathan had Nancy. Billy had his crown. What Steve had was Amy and she was worth more than anything to him. And now he wasn’t good enough for her, either. He was wasted potential. He was a fuckup. He was a loser.       Jim let go of his shirt and stared him down. Steve didn’t meet his eye.       Jim slammed the door to the office on his way out, leaving Steve with what little opinion he had left of himself.       Steve walked to his car, pausing when he got inside to look at himself in the rear view mirror, blood caked under his nose, a small split running through his bottom lip, marring his handsome face. He hated what he saw. He was a defeated shell of himself.       When Steve threw himself into being a good boyfriend, he lost his place at the top of the food chain. When he was no longer a good boyfriend, he lost his identity. Steve didn’t know who he was if he wasn’t giving himself to someone or everyone. Then he’d met Amy, she didn’t know about the last eighteen years of his extended performance piece aimed at being loved. She liked him for who he was. And who is was wasn’t good enough for her. Every part of him suddenly screamed for him to run. She might think he was good enough right now, but as Jim’s words twisted around his heart, Steve knew she’d come around and see things her father’s way. She’d see Steve for what he really was. A nobody.  Forever Tags: @tearsforhan

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