HAWKINS, INDIANA — 1984.

     MÖTLEY CRÜE'S 'SHOUT AT THE DEVIL' blared throughout the house as Steve entered.

He removed his sunglasses once inside, making it obvious he was looking around for someone. But his search was short-lived as somebody interrupted him.

"Well, King Steve has decided to join the party," Billy's voice boomed, him and some other guys, Tommy amongst them, approaching Steve.

"Damn right," he muttered. "Have you seen Tess?"

Billy puffed out the smoke from his cigarette. "No, but she'll be in the passenger seat of my car in about two hours."

The boys surrounding Billy snickered and laughed like idiots, whilst Steve continued to scan the place for any sign of Theresa. Just then he spotted her, sitting on the countertop with a drink in her hand.

Steve immediately started in that direction, playing it off like he was just getting some punch. He grabbed a cup, trying to pretend Tess was not right beside the punch bowl watching him.

She almost laughed, not even shocked by the audacity of Steve.

"You sure do look tense to be at a party," Theresa remarked, bringing her cup to her lips.

Steve finally looked over at her, eyeing Tess. She was wearing a very short, tight black dress with long flowy sleeves, a white collar, and a white headband. Of course she looked hot, and Steve honestly found it quite distracting.

"What are you supposed to be?" he asked in a bit of a snappy tone, resting a hand against the counter.

Theresa hopped off of the counter after a moment, reaching around her neck and pulling a cross necklace from underneath her dress.

"I'm a nun," she said with a devious grin, mocking praying hands. "Ironic, isn't it?"

"That's one way to put it," Steve muttered into his cup before taking a sip.

Tess swirled her own drink around in her hand, glancing around.

"What are you supposed to be?" she returned, looking him up and down. He was dressed in all black, and that was basically all there was to it. "That's a shitty excuse for a Halloween costume."

Steve tried to disregard her, not giving a response and instead looking the other direction. Theresa was not very disheartened, however. She knew it was impossible for Steve ignore her.

"So where's Nancy? You didn't wanna bring her along with you tonight?" Theresa sneered, giving him a cynical smile.

Steve glared at her sideways, scoffing and licking his lips.

"Why don't you go bother someone else and let me actually enjoy this party?" he snidely replied, Tess raising an eyebrow.

She obviously was not as bothered as Steve was hoping she would be, Theresa folding one arm under the other and taking another swig of punch.

"You know what, you're right. I think I'm gonna go see if Billy wants to dance."

His mouth fell open slightly, watching her bounce over to where Billy and his new friends were standing around. She placed a hand on his shoulder, balancing on her tippy toes to whisper something in his ear. Steve did not take his eyes off of her as Tess led Billy hand in hand to the crowd of dancing teenagers, finishing off her drink and tossing the cup in Steve's direction while she stared him down.

She never broke eye contact with Steve as she threw her arms around Billy's neck, letting his hands settle around her waist. But Billy was not much of a gentleman, so those hands of his only kept creeping lower and lower as they danced to Duran Duran's 'Girls on Film'.

Steve could not even hide his jealousy, his anger. He knew she was doing all of this to get back at him, but he was angry with her too. Because she was using him, and he realized it after the night they had sex in his car. Steve let himself be her 'distraction', and let her run all over him.

So he reciprocated it by using Nancy Wheeler as a little test subject. Just to see how Tess would react. He knew how much she hated Nancy, for whatever unknown reason, so Steve only briefly flirted with her in a spot he made sure Tess could see.

And by the way Theresa responded, Steve then knew: she was jealous too.

There were feelings there, even as much as she might have wanted to deny it. One thing Steve never lacked was confidence, and he knew that the soft, kind Theresa he had briefly known was still in there somewhere. The girl that actually cared about him, even if she did not want to admit it.

The longer he watched Tess dance with Billy, grinding her hips into him, the more he fought the urge to kick Billy's ass like he had been daydreaming about all day long.

Finally the song ended, and Theresa managed to slip away when Billy was not looking. She grabbed another cup and began to fill it with punch, glancing up at Steve who had not moved from behind the counter.

"You're still here?" she questioned, throwing her head back to take a long gulp of her drink. "At least fix your face if you're gonna stand here all night. No one wants to see you look all mopey and depressed–"

"Are you drunk?" he cut her off, Tess blinking.

"Not yet," she slowly replied. "I've only had one drink. Well, two now. Why?"

Steve glanced up, not seeing Billy anymore. He looked around the room for him, but there was no sign of him. He tapped his foot rapidly, leaning forward against the counter.

"That was some great dancing you and Billy were doing," Steve remarked over the music. "I bet your mother's really proud."

Theresa raised her eyebrows, almost wanting to laugh.

"She is, yeah. What's your point?" she crossed her arms, tilting her head.

Steve turned his head to her, then shook it and glanced away again. He was trying his damn hardest not to pay her any mind. But it was getting harder and harder by the second.

"Oh, I get it," Tess continued, taking a few steps closer to him and leaning to the side so that he would have no choice but to look at her face. "You wanted to be the one dancing with me, didn't you?"

He finally moved his head down, Theresa leaning back against the corner with a knowing smile on her face. She reached up and thumbed at the corner of his mouth, saying, "Got a little punch right there."

Steve met her eyes, which had titillating undertones of lust and hunger. She had only come to this party for one reason tonight: to hook up with someone.

He moved an arm around to the other side of Tess so that now she was stuck between his arms, backed into the counter. But they both knew who really had the higher ground here.

Steve leaned down slightly, his face coming only inches from hers. Theresa looked up into his eyes, her own traveling to his lips for a brief second.

"I don't want to dance with whores like you," he said in a quiet yet rough voice, a smile creeping onto Tess' face.

"'Whore' is a bit outdated. I prefer the term 'slut', actually." She inhaled another breath, continuing, "You know, it didn't take as long to make you jealous as I thought it would. I mean, man, you folded quick–"

"Will you shut up already?" he asked through gritted teeth, rolling his eyes and pushing off of the counter. Theresa took another sip.

"You gonna make me?"

Steve glared at her, his chest rising and falling with the glint of anger in his eyes. Tess had a devious smile, the glimmer of arrogance making Steve want to walk away but knowing he couldn't. Knowing he didn't want to leave Theresa alone, no matter how hard he was trying.

He reached out for her wrist, dragging Tess through the sea of dancing teenagers. She willingly followed, almost skipping as she threw her head over her shoulder to make sure Billy was not around. The blaring music became muffled as Steve pushed her into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Theresa jumped at him, throwing her arms around his neck and smashing her lips against his. Steve fell back against the door by her force, picking Theresa up by her thighs and setting her down on the bathroom counter. Her scent was intoxicating him once more, driving Steve crazy as he moved the collar of her dress to kiss down her neck and bruise the places that everyone would be able to see.

"Steve..." Tess muttered, closing her eyes and running her hands through his hair while he furiously tore off the white headband she wore. She blindly felt for the buckle of his belt, undoing it like a professional and then moving to the button of his pants. Steve moved his lips back to hers, moaning into her mouth as Theresa palmed him over his boxers. He slid his hand under her dress, feeling his way to her core. Steve jerked her forward, closer to the edge of the sink so it would be easier for him. Theresa's moans were loud but thankfully drowned out by the blaring music outside. Steve pushed up her dress to her hips and she pulled his underwear down, wrapping a hand around his hardened cock. His entire body reacted, dropping his head and letting out a low whine. She moved her hand back and forth while Steve's own hands seemed to be failing to move, forgetting what he was supposed to be doing.

"Come on Steve," she taunted in a low voice. "You've gotta finish what you started."

There were shockwaves sent through his body, shuddering as Tess continued to work her hand in unimaginable ways. But Steve finally made himself do something, grabbing Theresa's ass as he then moved her underwear to the side and pushed her hand away. Steve lined himself up with her entrance, Tess letting her head fall back against the mirror as he pushed inside of her.

"Fuck," she spoke louder than she intended, holding on to Steve for balance as he moved faster, groaning dazedly. Theresa let out a string of swears and dug her nails into Steve's jacket, Steve sure he would leave bruises by how tightly he was clawing into her hips. Finally they locked eyes again as they found a rhythm and began to move in sync, and the eye contact was more than enough to drive Steve even crazier. He moved his fingers to her clit and began to rub it in circular motions, Theresa's back arching as she moaned and uttered his name. She was close to her edge as Steve only pushed her further, massaging her bud and slamming into her at full force. She clenched around him and his cock twitched inside of her, grabbing her hand and pinning it against the mirror while their fingers intertwined.

"God, I hate you," he panted, leaning forward to kiss Theresa again. Her red lipstick was smeared, some of it undoubtedly on his own lips.

"I hate you too," she replied through heavy breathing, one arm still clinging onto his neck as he pushed into her one last time, causing Tess to release all over him.

He pulled out before he came as well, spilling into the sink to avoid making a mess.

"Shit," he muttered, taking a moment to catch his breath.

Theresa realized that he was still holding her hand, finally moving it out of his grip at once. He helped her off of the counter and she pulled her dress back down while Steve pulled up his pants and buttoned them. The two of them finally looked at each other for a long time, silently, not saying anything. Neither of them were sure what to say in that moment.

Steve drew in a shaky breath. "We need to talk about this–"

There was a loud bang on the door just then, someone saying, "Hurry up in there, I gotta piss!"

Theresa's eyes widened, realizing that it was Billy's voice.

"Oh fuck," she whispered, looking around for her headband. She grabbed it and put it back on, fixing her smudged lipstick in the mirror while Steve stood there, completely still.

She turned back to him, her eyes darting to the door as Billy began banging again.

"What do we do?" she asked, bringing her hands to her head in a state of panic. She was not afraid of Billy, but she was more so afraid of what Billy and Steve might try to do to each other.

Steve licked his lips, starting to laugh as he tousled his own hair.

"You think I'm scared of Hargrove? You were never his, anyway."

"I'm not yours, either," she reminded him, slightly narrowing her eyes. "But fine, whatever. Let's go."

Theresa reached for the doorknob, pulling the door open to see Billy leaning against the wall. He straightened, his face immediately turning to a frown of confusion as he took in the sight of Theresa and Steve both exiting the bathroom.

"Billy," Tess nodded at him, brushing past him and walking back down the hall. Steve followed, making sure to keep eye contact with Billy and a cocky smirk as well.

Theresa got more punch, downing her third cup while Steve found her once more. He was unsure what he was feeling in that moment, because he had so many things he wanted to say but no idea where to begin. And he was confused, mostly, unsure of his emotions that Tess made him feel.

She noticed him standing there at once, chewing her inner lip. Theresa set down her cup, walking over to him and leaning up on her tippy toes to whisper something in his ear.

"This doesn't change anything. I still hate you."

Taking a step back, she smiled hazily and swiped a bottle of tequila off of the counter, then poured some into a shot glass. Steve did not know how to reply, so he instead watched as she gradually became drunk over the next few minutes. He was not sure where Billy had gone, not really caring all that much. Steve was torn between leaving the party and staying to make sure Theresa would be okay, because he did not trust Billy around her at all. Especially now that she was completely drunk.

Jonathan, who had been hanging around in the corner for the majority of the party, noticed Theresa dancing with a drink in her hand. She had begun to stumble frequently, so he decided that it might have been a good time for them to leave. He squeezed his way through the crowd, but before he could get to her someone else stopped him.

"Nice costume," the girl remarked, Jonathan pausing and looking down.

"Oh, yeah. I'm going as a guy who hates parties."

The girl laughed, introducing herself.

Meanwhile, Theresa was in a bit of a dangerous situation. Billy had found her. And Steve, who had been watching her all but the past five minutes, did not notice as Billy had hold of Theresa's arm and was pulling her outside.

Steve returned inside from the other side of the house just then, looking around for Tess. He quickly became alarmed when he did not see her, peering over the heads of everyone else as he looked around for her.

Immediately he tore off to the bathroom, making sure no one had dragged her in there. It was empty, so he went and checked every bedroom. He found other people, but not Tess.

He was panicking, now. Steve returned to the front of the house, hearing a loud engine rev outside.

Steve stopped cold, knowing exactly where she was now. He rushed out of the front door, seeing Billy opening the passenger side of his car door. Tess was hanging onto him, barely able to even walk without falling over.

"Hey!" Steve yelled, Billy looking up as he approached them. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Billy turned his head to Tess, then back to Steve.

"I'm taking Tess home. Isn't that right, Tess?"

"Hm?" she responded, blinking. "Oh– yeah. Yeah, that's fine..."

Steve shook his head. "No. She's coming with me."

"I am?" Theresa questioned, then shrugging and letting go of Billy. She stumbled toward Steve, who reached out and grabbed onto her, steadying her.

Billy scoffed, slamming the car door shut. He stepped closer to Steve, leaning dangerously close.

"Watch your back, Harrington."

notes.
someone wrote smut bc they were h0rny

ahhh now we get to see drunk theresa, surely nothing bad will happen because of that oh no of course not

also jonathan you need to do a better job man smh, slacking off 🙄 but never fear, steve to the rescue <3 i think this is my new fav chapter for many reasons 🤭 boy if steve harrington said anything to me like what he said to theresa i'd FOLD.

i think we can all agree that billy 👎 he's such a douche and i could see him doing some shit like this in the show

anyway as y'all can see theresa and steve are in their toxic era 😩 next chapter is gonna be interestingggg to say the least

name a song you think that describes theresa go!