Steve Harrington I ST
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Hawkins 1986, Harrington&@Billy Hargrove .
I’ll get my revenge eventually and it’ll be glorious.
The world was on the brink of destruction; tension among loyal friends had spread further and further and didn’t seem likely to fade anytime soon. In recent years, people had lost loved ones and were afraid that it might keep happening. They had reached a point where clear goals no longer existed, and everything felt like it was tightening, closing in…
But…
There was also a life beyond this life… A life between the world as it was and the twisted world that existed parallel to it, and in this world, you didn’t just try to survive and protect. You also had to LIVE.
Clear so far? Good.
Steve’s job was to meet Murray and pick up some of the things he had ordered, really important things you couldn’t get in the cordoned-off quarantine zone of Hawkins. And he was on time, damn on time, just to avoid the other man’s complaints. The truck pulled up 20 minutes later than agreed, but Steve said nothing. Murray stepped out, grinning cheekily as usual, and informed Harrington that he hadn’t been able to get a few items, but that he had brought him a pack of condoms instead. Great… thanks a lot! All in all, it was a relaxed time together until…
“Is that a hickey, Harrington? Damn… the lady really went out of her way to mark you. My respect, I could almost be jealous.”
Steve stared at him in disbelief and touched his neck. Damn… there really was something there. He quickly checked the truck’s side mirror and sure enough, it was definitely a hickey.. no… several of them. Damn.... he cleared his throat quietly and forced a stupid grin.
“Well, yeah…”
“So, yes?”
Murray raised an eyebrow.
“You’re using protection, Harrington? I mean… then I brought you the right thing, didn’t I?”
Steve rolled his eyes, shook his head, then nodded quickly, because that resigned shake could easily be misunderstood.
“Could you… stop that? Let’s just leave it at that… I have to go… thanks for the… uh… stuff.”
But Murray enjoyed keeping Steve there for another 30 minutes, teasing him, explaining how to deal with women and what they loved… and a few things so weird that even Steve’s eyes widened. At some point, he’d had enough and stomped off, grumbling.
“All the best, princess!”
Murray called after him, but Steve just wanted to go home. Once there, he slammed his backpack onto the coffee table with a loud bang.
“BILLY!”
Did he sound angry? Yes… was he angry? Well… not angry in that sense, more like… revenge -angry.
“Get your ass over here… right now, we need to talk. NOW!”
When nothing happened, he took a deep breath.
“FIRE, WATER DAMAGE, I’M PREGNANT!”
