Steve Harrington Imagines

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**This chapter contains content regarding SH and detailed scenes, please read at your own risk**

**Requested by: Ashleykleb

Y/n POV

I waved bye to Steve who had just dropped me off, we had been monster hunting all day with the kids but unfortunately the day was over. I sighed as I looked at the house in front of me. To others it looked warm and inviting, to me it was a prison.

Walking into the house I slowly shut the door, trying to be as quiet as I could as to not wake my father. He was controlling, evil, menacing and absolutely terrifying.

"You're home late." I heard his deep voice from the kitchen and I froze.

"Sorry, the movie ran longer than expected." I lied.

"We're you out with a boy?" I shook my head quickly.

"No dad, I was with Tracey, I told you that." He nodded as he came towards me from the kitchen. His tall figure towered over me and I felt uncomfortable.

"I sure hope so, I couldn't stand the thought of having a whore for a daughter." I felt the sting of tears come to my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

"No boys dad." He placed his hand on my cheek, softly moving it down to my jaw.

"I'm glad your cheek isn't bruised anymore, that made me feel awful." I shivered at the memory of the hit I received not even a couple days ago. I had dropped an expensive dish and he lost it. My mom never stood up for me, she was too scared of him.

"It was an accident dad, nothing to feel bad about." He nodded his head and I ran to my room, quickly shutting and locking the door behind me. The tears fell quickly as I walked to my bed, sitting in the ground I grabbed my razor blade from my nightstand drawer. I knew it was wrong, but it was such a relief.

I lifted my shirt, finding the older cuts covering my stomach. I never wore a swimsuit, or something that would show my stomach so this was the best hiding place for them. I didn't want anyone finding out, because I knew they wouldn't understand. I took the blade across my skin, multiple times I watched as the blood trickled down.

I let out a sigh of relief with each cut, it felt like a weight was being lifted off of my body. I wish I could feel this light and free all the time. I shut my eyes and let my head fall back onto my bed. I sat like that for a few minutes, just breathing lightly as my stomach stung. I took my time cleaning up the blood, placing bandages where they were needed. I got myself into bed and closed my eyes, hoping to get some good sleep for the night.

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I opened my eyes, looking at the window to see the sunlight peeking through. I yawned and stretched, wincing at the pain of my stomach, feeling some cutes tear open a little at the expansion of my skin. I sat up slowly, smoothing down my hair and smiling to myself. Monday morning, mid July. No school and no parents. Thank god. If only I had gotten some good sleep and I would maybe feel ok.

I got dressed, wearing a simple light pink tank top with a cute pair of Jean shorts I made my way downstairs to make some breakfast. I made eggs, and hash browns, sitting at the dining room table alone I ate my breakfast in peace. I knew I was supposed to head over to Steve's house soon, he was having a pool/ slip n slide day with the kids.

I had on my one piece suit already under my clothes, but I didn't have any intention on actually swimming. I smiled at the thought of seeing Steve. We'd known each other for years, we've been best friends since middle school. Of course no feelings were there, well in his case anyway. I definitely had feeling but he simply couldn't know of them.

I washed my dishes and walked out my front door, making sure to lock it behind me I grabbed my bike from the garage and peddled over to his place. He wasn't too far, and the workout was good for me. I dropped my bike in his driveway and walked around back, already hearing the kids in the pool.

"What's up party people?!" I yelled making my way through the gate. All the kids yelled and I looked over at Steve who was grilling burgers, he looked like such a dad. A DILF. Haha. Get it? Anyway..

"Wow Harrington, didn't know you knew how to grill?" I walked over to him. He chuckled at my comment, lowering his sunglasses to look at me.

"Starting the day off in a mood I see?" I giggled and gave him a side hug, watching the kids splash around and jump into the pool. I laid down on a sun chair, smiling at the feeling of the sun on my face, when I felt a giant splash of water hit me, the kids had dumped a giant bucket of water all over me. I gasped and stood up, but a little too quickly as I felt my stomach stretch just a little too much.

I looked down at my shirt and saw some blood poking through, I panicked. Running to Steve's room, I knew I had extra clothing in there. I shut the door behind me, raking off my shirt and my swimsuit I grabbed and old sports bra and a grey t-shirt of mine. I placed the sports bra on but left the t-shirt off as I examined my stomach in the mirror. The fresh cuts were bleeding fairly bad, and I quickly searched for a towel. I heard the door open and moved the grey shirt to my stomach as I looked at Steve.

"Hey, everything ok...?" He trailed off and I nodded quickly.

"Oh yeah, just didn't want to be soaking yet.." I let out an awkward laugh. He shut the door behind him and walked over to me, pinning me between his dresser and himself.

He looked down at the grey shirt I was holding onto for dear life, taking it in his hands he removed it and say the fresh blood, the jagged lines against my stomach, the old white scares mixed in. I couldn't read him, I had no idea what he was thinking, until he looked up at my with tears in his eyes.

"What's going on?" I couldn't stop the tears from leaving my eyes. My lip quivered while I tried to contain my emotions.

"Who's making you do this? Please, talk to me." I stayed silent, I couldn't tell him it was my dad, how embarrassing was that. I shook my head and looked away from him. He walked my to the bathroom, I sat on the counter while he helped bandage my stomach.

"My dad isn't very nice.." I said as quietly as I could. He looked at me, so much sorrow in his eyes.

"What?"

"My dad, he hits me at home. And he calls me terrible things, my moms too scared to stand up to him so I get all the harsh treatment. This is the only thing that makes me feel semi ok." He grabbed my face and looked deep in my eyes, laying his forehead against mine.

"You do not need to stay in an abusive house, you have mine." I nodded.

"I mean it Y/n. You are not staying in that house one more night, you are staying here, with me. My parents will help you, they love you more than me I swear." I let out a breathy laugh and he pulled away from me. Looking deep in my eyes he leaned forward, placing a small kiss on my cheek.

"You mean the world to me, Steve Harrington." He smiled at me.

"You are my world, Y/n Y/L/n."

I stayed in his room for the remainder of the day, actually getting some sleep in as opposed to when I'm home. Steve had told the kids I was sick and they had each come in the room to give me a hug goodbye. Steve came in a while later, sitting on his bed next to me with a few slices of pizza.

"How about, pizza and a movie before bed?" I smiled and nodded.

"That sounds like the best idea in the world." He smiled and crawled into his bed next to me.

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