#love.c.

[withlovemark]

to be loved - steve harrington

warning: mentions of steve's wounds, little angst! but it's a happy ending i promise

pairing: steve x reader

words: 2.3k+

summary: steve finally allows himself to believe in love again

an: i posted this a couple of days ago? and just now realized it got deleted. not really sure what happened there. anyways, found this in my drafts a week ago? (i have no concept of time). i didn't want to leave it rotting there so i wrote a quick ending and here you go. hope its okay!

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three light taps, a knock that echoed throughout the boy’s dimly lit room, a sound enough to startle him after the events that have taken place in the past few days. not a single other person was in this house, a normality that he has accepted. steve’s parents were never around and he had no other relatives that would even care if he was still alive. his friends were a bunch of high schoolers, except for robin and…you.

he knows he’s messed it up with you. he can see it with the way you avoid his glances, the way you would choose to sit in the furthest chair away from him, the way you would get quiet when he was around and the way you stopped yourself from reaching out for him. the familiarity of your touch is no longer accessible, becoming only a memory. he can’t blame you though, your last words to him still replaying in his mind, loud and clear.

“i don't think i can do this anymore steve, i can't keep coming to your house, sleeping in your clothes, doing things that friends aren’t supposed to be doing, just for you to still be thinking about her.” 

he’s about to roll over onto his bed. to sleep the remnants of the past away. to keep ignoring everything like he always does and get ready for a new day, pretending he was healed. that he was okay. he was not. 

nowadays, it’s easier to slap a smile on his face instead of talking about his feelings. the last time he let himself truly feel something, he got his heart ripped out of his chest and trampled upon like it meant nothing, like it was a rock you could use to skip stones, one that you could let go of and not care enough whether it comes back to shore or get lost in the deepest parts of the lake. 

another knock makes its way to his ears. he thinks he’s imagining it until another one comes. grabbing the bat he hid between his nightstand, he slowly made his way to his bedroom door, feeling absolutely drained. the pain on his stomach, from the demobats that got a taste, still stinging, a pain that travels throughout his body with every miniscule movement. slowly, he carefully unlocks his door, ready to swing, until his brown eyes meet your wide, shocked ones. letting out the breath he didn’t even know he was holding, he slowly lowers his bat. 

“hi,” you whisper, “i uh, got in using the spare key,” a sheepish smile on your lips, holding up the silver key that was hidden in the dead plant placed on his front door. the key he told you about so you could sneak into his house at any given moment. the key that led to love marks all over his body, painting pink and purple constellations. the key you haven’t used since that night you decided to end whatever it was there to end. 

“you agreed to no feelings, that we would just be friends with benefits and that's it, you know that's all it could be,” steve has his face resting on his palm, his once perfectly styled hair going in different directions. like this - bare chest, lips still red from yours, neck stained beautifully by the artwork you left behind, he looked like he belonged in an art gallery. 

“i-i know, but i-i couldn’t help it…it’s just so easy to fall in love with you,” a confession that leaves the boy paralyzed, doe, teary eyes staring up at his brown ones — almost pleading.

“stop. you don’t know what you’re saying.” he’s angry. mad that those words could slip past your lips so easily. mad that even though you’re looking at him like he somehow brought the moon to you, he still can’t find it in himself to believe it. 

“steve-,” you try to reach out for his hand but he pulls away before you could even feel him. all you want is to pull him into your arms, to remind him that he is worth loving but you see the battle in his eyes, the war that’s taking place in his mind and you know he has his kingdom closed, walls up, ready to strike and defend himself at any second. there is no room for you in his castle, you see that now. 

“i-im sorry,” your voice was gentle, afraid he’ll completely lock the gate on you. the last thing you wanted was to fight, you’re defenseless when it comes to him. 

“let’s just pretend that none of this happened and we can go back to being friends, nothing changes and for the sake of us and the others, no questions asked,” his words were met with silence that cuts through like a sword against your neck. 

you felt detached from reality, feeling like you were watching this conversation happen instead of being a part of it. you had no control when you slowly got off his bed and quietly switched back into your clothes, his words transferring a sort of numbness to your whole being. 

he watched as you removed his t-shirt from your body and tossed it into his laundry bag, slipping back into your own clothes, making him think that his old t-shirt looked way better on you. yet all he did was watch. watched as you gave him one last forced smile and walked out of his room. the sound of the front door opening and closing traveling throughout the house. 

the days that followed after were stolen glances, opposite directions, uncomfortable silences, tiptoes, lingering feelings, longing stares, tension. neither one budged nor made the effort to even act like friends, going along with the others like they were fools when in reality, there can be no one more foolish than the pair. 

“hi?” he greets you just as quietly, head tilted, confused, like a puppy who was hearing a new sound for the first time. he sees you glance at his bandaged stomach, eyes traveling up to his bruised neck and notices the way you want to reach out to him but just like all the other times before, you stop yourself. 

“i-uh i brought you some food, and a first aid kit,” your voice still a mere whisper, he nods, guards down, stepping aside as you walk into the room you’ve been in countless times before. 

you placed the bag on his vanity, taking out it’s contents one by one and like before, he sat upon his bed and watched — a bowl that seemed to contain his favorite chicken noodle soup coming into view, it’s aroma hitting his nostrils, a clear tupperware filled with your famous homemade chocolate cookies, one that smells like home, the ones the kids would fight over with, resulting to an extra batch made just for him since he never won. 

he suddenly realizes how hungry he was, not really having the motivation nor the appetite to keep his stomach full. his body responds by lightly growling, a sound he hoped you didn’t hear.

“you should eat,” you break the silence, looking at him through his vanity mirror, “gonna need all your strength back to make sure you can always play hero,” you send him a small smile, he softly chuckles at your words, eyes falling to his sheets which suddenly became interesting, when was the last time he changed his sheets anyway. 

“i also brought you new bandages so you can change that every couple of hours, make sure it doesn’t get infected, with all these monsters around, that’d be the lamest way to go, y’know?,” you joked, trying to lighten the air. he stares at your back, contemplating. regardless of the fact that you were always an arm length away, he missed you.

he wants to be selfish. he wants to be taken care of, to be loved. 

and for the first time in a while, his mind is silent, focusing only on the fact that you are there.

making his way over to you, he wraps his arms around your waist, hands falling on top of each other, sitting tightly on your stomach, his head hiding on the crook of your neck, light puffs of air falling from his lips causing goosebumps to rise all over your body. he feels you stiffen, holding your breath, before relaxing back into his chest, hand gently hovering over his. you stay that way for a while, a minute or two, before you turn around, still in his embrace. slowly your hands make their way to his neck, fingers dancing lightly around his red, bright scar and ever so gently, landing around his cheek, eyes on yours, “are you okay?”

with those three words, the gates open and with it came a river of tears. he shakes his head no and this time, he lets you pull him into your arms as he found solace in your warmth, your perfume that smelled like the sweetest of flowers, making him feel like the sun was on his back as he laid his head on your chest. your fingers immediately run through his silky hair and he feels like a huge weight has just been lifted off his shoulders. 

“thank you for being here,” his voice hoarse from the quiet cries that slipped past his lips, he pulled away, admiring the way the moonlight from his window reflected itself into your eyes, brushing back the strand of hair that dangled in front of them. 

“i-i thought i was gonna lose you,” words that broke the boy’s heart. he can’t even imagine what he would have done if the roles were reversed. “i-i was so scared,” you continue, trying to hold back the tears that were begging to fall. 

“hey,” rough palms making it’s way to your cheeks, softly caressing you, golden eyes shining, “you will never lose me.”

“haven’t i already?,” you cry out. you hated the way you danced around him like he was a stranger. hated the fact that you couldn’t allow yourself to find comfort in him, afraid you would cross the line that the boy remarkably drew out and completely lose access to him. 

“no,” he lightly shakes his head, “ no….hey, look at me,” his finger under your chin, gently pleading for your eyes to find his. “i’m right here, i’m not going anywhere, i’m sorry i’ve been running, i was just…scared,” he admits. 

“scared of what?,” you urge him on, waiting for the answer to the problem you’ve been trying to solve. his hands find their way around yours as he looks down, composing his thoughts. 

“i was scared you would finally realize there will always be someone better, that you’d leave and i’d be all alone again,” he spills his truths. and you can’t fathom how blind you’ve been to not see it. the reason behind nancy appearing in his thoughts. 

“i’m not her, you know?” you say quietly. he nods, “i-i know,” he says guiltily. 

“and i don’t want better, steve…i just want you,” you confess into the night, steve feels all the air rush into his lungs, almost like he was learning how to breathe for the first time. he searches your eyes for any signs of doubt but only saw his own reflection in them. 

“do you want me?” you barely heard your own voice, afraid of the answer. he scoffs, “god, is that even a question?,” you look at him, confusion etched onto the creases of your eyebrows and steve almost wished the bats got him instead of realizing that he has left you doubting his feelings for you.

“of course i want you,” his brown eyes staring deeply into yours, “i can’t get you out of my head, all this time all i wanted was to be near you, to hold your hand, god, y/n i’m in love with you and i prayed, god i prayed to a guy i barely believed in that we would both make it out there alive because i-i can’t imagine my life without you and-,” he’s breathless, telling you everything he has wanted for weeks. word after word stumbling out of his lips as your smile grew with every syllable, until you couldn’t take it anymore. 

you pulled the boy towards you and like magnets, you connected, quickly placing your lips against his before your eyes drowned in your favorite color, the smile forming on his lips evident “i said it before but i’m in love with you too.” 

his eyes soften, finally allowing himself to believe those words, soft lips meets yours once again, battling, making up for all the lost time, hands automatically finding its way up his brown curls like they were meant to always be there, his, around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible, fearing that if he let you go, you’ll disappear as if it was a dream.

but as you make that little sound, the one that drives him crazy, butterflies erupting in his stomach, he knows that this is better than any dream he could ever imagine. you were here with him. you were in love with him. 

your hands slowly starts making its way down to his body, but before the situation could escalate, he can’t help but break the kiss off, the pain from his wounds still evident, he lets out a sharp moan, “ow,” snapping you back to reality.

“oh my god, i'm so sorry,” you apologize, inspecting his bandages. 

“don’t be,” he reassures you, a light kiss placed upon your lips, “you’re worth it,” he teased, causing your giggles to harmonize, his forehead leaning against yours, a content sigh slipping off his lips. two eyes crinkling, sharing light smiles. 

“as much as i would love to stare into your eyes forever” you break the dream-like state, “i worked really hard on that chicken noodle soup and it would be a shame for it to go to waste,” you laugh and he holds on to the moment as long as possible. 

“now, we wouldn’t want that, plus we have forever to lovingly gaze in each other’s eyes,” he winks, sending you into a fit of laughter. he kisses you one more time before grabbing your favorite t-shirt, his t-shirt, in his drawer and handing it to you.  

an: i really don't post in this acc unless i have something to post lmao. also, currently in my bridgerton phase so don't mind the profile pic, or do mind it? feel free to let me know your favorite bridgerton :)

#steve harrington x you #stranger things x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington angst #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #love.c. #steve harrington x reader angst

[paranormalworm]

Admirer · C.B.

Summary: you are in a argument with your boyfriend and receive a little gift.But as you were about to thanks him he gets even more mad… that’s when you realized it wasn’t from him.

Pairing: Coby brock x Fem OC

warning?: argument and rude things.

Author note: i saw that story on TikTok and it inspired me so just know that it is not 100% MY story <3 (Also English is not my first language so sorry if that doesn’t make much sense)

REQUEST ARE OPEN (no smut tho)

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ

Kyle was being a jerk. Again. Before, Kyle was the best thing you could imagine,Caring and thoughtful , everything you could dream of, but in the last few months Kyle had become cold, distant and even mean. He got a lot of messages from girls you thought were prettier than you, and it made you uncomfortable to know that he was replying to all of them, His excuse? "They're not doing anything wrong, it's thanks to them that I'm where I am, I have to answer them." Before the buzz, Kyle used to post you on his account from time to time, whether in stories, posts, etc... But now it was a whole different thing. It's like he was hiding you almost ashamed to have a girlfriend.

"Why don't you take me out on dates?" You yelled, "Or even give me nice flowers like you used to?!"

Kyle started laughing in your face.

"Do you hear what you're saying? This isn't a fantasy. We're dating now, I don't have to do all that anymore!"

You couldn't believe it. "I don't have to," like he's doing it out of obligation...the tears you've been holding back since the beginning of this argument finally roll down your cheeks, so you go to your room to gather a few things before you leave the apartment to join your friend Katrina. As you leave, Kyle doesn't even look at you, too busy talking to his "fans" on the live he just started. When you arrive, Kat is with her boyfriend Sam and his best friend Colby, you knew them since high school and you even had a thing with Colby at that time, so it was okay to let them hear everything so you explained everything to her and the guys probably heard you but you couldn’t care less... After a long evening and a relaxing night you came to the conclusion that you had to break up with him. The next morning you leave them hugging her and waving to the guys then drive to your apartment.

When you arrive, you see that flowers have been delivered to your door, along with a small box of chocolates, so you smile, happy that Kyle finally understood what you were talking about. You unlock the door and put the flowers and chocolate on the counter while you look for a vase in the closet. Kyle wakes up,enters the kitchen and stands there without saying a word. You turn around smiling and just as you are about to thank him, he cuts you off.

"What the hell is that?" He looked between you and the flowers, extremely confused. And now it's your turn to be confused. "What do you mean? Didn't you buy these?” And instead of talking, he aggressively picks up a piece of paper that was in the flowers, tearing off a petal, and reads the note aloud.

"He's right, real life isn't a fantasy, but you can make it one, if you were my girl I'd take you out on dates and buy you flowers every chance I get. Leave your shitty boyfriend, he doesn't deserve you. You know I'll make you happy. Lots of love.C."

You smile. You obviously knew who it was. And Kyle saw that. "WHO THE HELL IS C?!"

#colby brock #colby brock x fem reader #sam and colby #fanfic #fanfiction #colby brock imagine #colby x reader #xplr #xplr club #oneshot #sam and colby x reader #katrina stuart #katrina stuart x reader #Spotify

[karma1987]

I am sick to my stomach and deeply in love.cant ahake this emptiness..I want youbut now I guess it's legit over like that

[bobaji]

i take it back...captain morgan....i know he isnt an option but

I SAID YESTERDAY THAT PPL SLEEP ON MORGAN BRO HES SO FINNNEEEEEE

#love.letter #love.c herri #loving.moots

[ukeishin]

honestly think i could pull tsukki or kuroo bc our sarcasm would match,, kags is too oblivious pls LMAO and maybe izuku and denki on looks😣 wbu celeste !!

PLEASE IM JUST IMAGINING IF U HAD A CRUSH ON KAGS???? baby is SO oblivious holy shit. and oooo tsukki and kuroo???? damn nobody would be able to tell when either of you are being serious or sarcastic. the moment denki sees you he’s absolutely enamored by how pretty you are. izuku thinks you’re just as pretty, but baby is so shy and blushy when you talk to him that he hasn’t had the chance to tell you yet.

i think i could pull yams. we’re pretty similar in demeanor, but he’d probably be intrigued by how im reduced to a dumbass around my friends when im normally quiet around others. oh and people are normally interested in tsukki so if im friendly with yams i think i could pull him.

which 2d characters do you think you could pull?

#heyhinata #love.cal #mailbox #playing.games #celestial.bodies #YOU ARE SO FUCKING PRETTY CAL GRRR

[iwaslut]

CELESTE BABE HI !! idk if i'm late but ur theme is so sexc omg?? hope you had a happy holidays m'love 💘💘

CAL MY LOVE!!! thank u sm hottie!!! ily and happy holidays to u too 💗💗💗

#heyhinata #celestial.bodies #mailbox #love.cal

[thehorsebc]

#Repost @upsweep_bike_show ・・・ @chopperpartsforyou with @holdfasttattoo_daytona @vtwinvisionary @contimotousa @upsweep_bike_show @thehorsebc @chopdocs sissy bars don't get any easier than the kits from @tcbros #chopperpartsforyou .Next up some @barebonesleather love.cant wait the seat is gonna b awesome .Thank you @chopdocs for giving us all the opportunity #upsweepbikeshow #thehorsebackstreetchoppers https://www.instagram.com/p/BrFZdjQAOaP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ltdicyuhw884

#repost #chopperpartsforyou #upsweepbikeshow #thehorsebackstreetchoppers

[avidapusaikiran]

@love.cates #avidapu__saikiran https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ0xORgP0O-/?utm_medium=tumblr

#avidapu__saikiran

[withlovemark]

my girlfriend’s brother

warning: none

pairing: steve x female reader, she’s also just dustin’s half sister! (i’m not white so…)

words: 1.1k+

summary: you’re in the car when dustin implies that steve is still in love with nancy.

an: just a cute, little steve blurb because i have yet to get over him. not edited oops

“do you want to tell me what that was about?,” dustin interrogates the boy sitting in the driver seat.

“what was what about?,” steve’s eyebrows furrow, not quite understanding what the boy is trying to get at.

“i don´t know, how you practically just threw yourself at nancy,” the boy smirks, teasing him. steve doesn’t miss the way you roll your eyes, avoiding his gaze, finding the view outside much more interesting. it all plays out unto his rear view mirror and he knows he’s in trouble.

“i-i did not!,” he defends, hating the way he stuttered. it’s not like he wasn’t sure, it’s just that the way you were silently fuming in the back has got his tongue stuck in his throat. you were absolutely adorable, green eyed monster and all.

“look at you! you’re a mess steve, you’re totally still in love with her! right, y/n!?,” dustin turns around in his seat, wide smile reaching up to his eyes, searching for validation in yours. you almost want to punch his little face in but you knew that it was no one else's fault but yours. you were the one who asked steve to keep your relationship on the down low. you were the one who asked for time - time to properly tell your brother everything.

but now, 3 months later, you still haven't found the courage to tell him that you like like his best friend, hell maybe you were even in love with steve harrington. so, with the most enthusiastic grin you could pull off, lips bending upwards, teeth clenched into what you thought could pass off as a smile, “yeah… totally!” you agree.

“told you!,” dustin focuses his attention back on steve, completely unaware of the hole he has dug for the older boy. you quietly huff, not being able to stand the annoyance seeping throughout your body.

quickly, you hopped out of the car, slamming the door closed, startling the two boys, making steve wince. “jeez, what’s got her panties in a twist,” dustin´s eyebrow furrows, looking at your figure through his window, your back turned to them, leaning against the door you just got out of as you wait for max.

steve lets his head fall into his steering wheel, exasperated sighs falling from his lips. “listen here you little shit, first of all don’t ever say panties again, second,” he pauses, wondering if it would be a good idea to finally tell him that he’s not in love with nancy and is instead in love with his sister. ‘yeah, no’

“second..what steve?” dustin waits impatiently, legs bouncing.

“second, i’m not in love with nancy and you need to stay out of my love life!” he says instead.

“yeah, sureee steve i would love to stay out of your love life…but how can i do that if your love life literallY INVOLVES MY SISTER!” dustin’s voice raises with every syllable, a confession that leaves a stunned steve staring at him with wide eyes.

“i don’t- i-i’m not, i- what?” the older boy sends him a look mixed with surprise and confusion, like receiving a birthday gift that you have to pretend to like for the sake of the other person, worry laced in his voice from having been found out.

“i’m literally the one who solves everything, you don’t think i would notice you sneaking into our house at night! you don’t think i know the sound of your car!?,” dustin points out the facts, interrogating him.

“h-how long have you known?,” steve sighs in defeat, hands pushing back his hair that's fallen out of place, the only confirmation the boy needed.

“three months,” he confesses.

“i’m so so-¨ steve gets ready to apologize. truth is, he's had this apology ready way before you started dating. once he knew his feelings for you go way beyond friendship, dustin´s tooth grinning smile was already at the back of his head. his best friend´s words settle into his mind, making him forget all about his prepared speech, ¨wait… that’s when we started dating,”

“yeah,” he nods, a menacing smile on his face.

“y-you knew all this time?,” this whole time, you and steve have been going around secret dates that always consisted of late night interruptions by the boy in front of him. this whole time, he's had to discreetly glance at you, not stand too close, hands always just lingering side by side yet never clasped together and he had to be okay with that. had to be okay with you sitting at the backseat because the front was saved for your brother.

oh, how he could murder this henderson kid if he wasn´t his best friend and your brother.

“mhm and i thought hey let me be a nice best friend and brother and wait for them to tell me, but won’t you look at that three months later and you guys are still lying to my face,” dustin´s complaint broke him out of his thoughts.

steve looks at the boy who was clearly upset, “man, i´m sorry,¨ he sincerely apologizes, a frown on his face. he truly did feel awful for hiding this from dustin. he wonders if the boy would even trust him anymore and that thought alone sunk steve´s heart.

finally having enough fun of his own, dustin breaks out into a sheepish smile, “god, i wish i could take a picture of you right now,” he laughs, a hearty laugh, one that perks up steve´s ears as he sports a look of confusion. he doesn't get this boy sometimes.

“relax dude, i don´t care, my best friend and my sister, the two people i love the most, it's finee, yeah i'm a little upset you guys were hiding it from me but after a couple of weeks, i got over it,” he shrugs nonchalantly. like his words had absolutely no weight in them.

for steve, it was everything he wanted to hear.

“just don´t break her heart harrington or i will find a demodog from the upside down and lock you in a room with it,” the curly headed boy finished, trying to sound tough.

steve practically had to force himself to hold back his laughter at the boy´s empty threat, saluting him, “yes sir, i promise, i´ll even help you capture the demodog,” the two boys mirroring each other´s wide grins, a promise sealed with a fist bump.

“yeah, yeah i trust you, but right now, you should probably fix this whole ´nancy´ mess,” dustin quotes, bringing him back to the current situation.

“ugh!, there is no ´nancy´ mess! you just made that up!,” steve groans, once again annoyed at the boy in front of him.

“oops,” dustin shrugs teasingly, “wellll, once you fix it, your relationship will get stronger and all that crap, right?,” he sends the older boy an apologetic smile.

steve immediately dishevels his hair, both out of love and irritation. stepping out of his vehicle, arms finding their way around your waist, a light kiss to your shoulder, ready to reassure you that you had absolutely nothing to worry about — not nancy, not dustin.

“baby…”

#wrote this on my ipad so sorry if the layout is a bit weird #love.c. #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #steve harrington x you #stranger things x reader

[withlovemark]

everywhere.

warning: i noticed someone put cliffhanger last time so yes, this one also has a cliffhanger, brace yourselves. and angst! oops

pairing: steve x female reader

words: 6.3k (this is barely edited, im sorry, im still under a time constraint)

settings: s4 vol 2 except it's a bit different (light spoilers!)

an: i honestly just sat down and wrote for 2 days straight so yall are getting this earlier than promised. i think i've tricked myself into thinking this is a masterpiece lmfao. enjoy reading! and thank you so much for the kind words! <3 please feel welcome to send more in! im a slut for validation lol

one. two.

three.

a crunching sound makes its way to your ears, replacing fleetwood mac, as soon as you make contact with the ground. 

mike’s player - broken. 

the vine unwrapped itself, freeing you after it has served its only purpose. branches rapidly piling on the portal above you and blocking you from view. 

“you can’t leave, y/n,” a dark whisper causes you to stand up, eyes swiftly inspecting the room you just had the privilege of leaving. vecna comes into view, slowly walking towards you, like he had all the time in the world. bastard. 

“don’t worry, you still have time, i just want to show you something,” you run, seeking safety in what you thought would be eddie’s room. it wasn’t. instead you were watching a little boy seated on a laboratory chair, the numbers 001 being etched onto his skin. so similar to the ones you’ve seen on eleven. ‘what the hell?’

“all done. not so bad, was it?” the man you’ve only heard off from the rest, now seated right in front of the boy, Dr. Brenner.

“see, there’s nothing to be afraid of, is there… y/n?” the sound of your name passing through his lips snaps you back, “why don’t you take a seat?” he continues, his voice distorting and morphing into the one that sends goosebumps throughout your skin. you quickly run out of the room, hoping to be back in eddie’s trailer yet things never go your way. 

standing, now, in the middle of what seems to be a hospital. the flickering lights, the blood splattered walls and the numerous dead bodies greeting you. you immediately run towards the exit, just your luck – blocked.

“y/n… what are you doing?” it’s him again, the same malicious voice. “it’s not time for you to leave,” he’s getting closer and closer and you can hear your heart thumping in your chest. 

“s-steve!,” you call out, just wanting to be as far away from there as possible, “steve! help! please!!” pounding on the blocked door, you knew that it was useless. that no matter how much you plead, no one will hear you. 

“now that you’ve seen where i’ve been, i would like very much to show you where i am going,” his voice is much closer now. you desperately try to rid the barricaded door of the pieces of wood attached to it, finally making your way through. 

and when you thought things couldn’t get worse, you're face to face with Dr. Brenner once again, “take a seat, y/n,” his white, glossy eyes boring into your soul before you were suddenly yanked and wrapped into a laboratory chair, tentacles tightening around your arms and legs. 

you’re trapped. there's nowhere to go. vecna was making his way closer and closer, his heavy breathing getting louder and louder, occupying every corner of your mind, “i want you to tell eleven, i want you to tell her…everything you see,” he darkly whispers, bringing his scrawny. branch-like fingers up to your head, showing you the future, “no!,” you screech. 

the clock, chiming. a portal, large enough to destroy hawkins, opening. steve, robin, max, lucas, dustin, nancy, eddie, all dead. 

“tell…her…everything,” vecna continues and you can’t help but feel like you’ve already lost. 

in a second, you were back in eddie’s trailer, still in the upside down, tears slipping freely from your tired eyes as you tried to catch your breath. you need to get back. to warn the others of what's about to come. but the portal above you was still tightly shut. 

how dare he not open it for you after giving you a task? frustrated, you try and think of where an open portal could be. 

and then you heard them, through the other side.  

–

they try to come up with a plan of rescue. your anguish yell when you fell through the portal was the only sound replaying in steve’s mind as he tried to listen in to the suggestions that were falling around the group.  

“we can’t go back to lover’s lake, that gate is blocked” eddie announces, recollecting the memories of the bats that are now guarding the portal. 

“ok, well, does anyone know where freddie died?” max asks. the group shares unknown glances, all afraid to make eye contact with the despaired boy. steve feels more hopeless with every second that passes. 

but then the lamp beside him flickers. 

“y/n?” it flickers once again, capturing the group's attention. “y/n! is that you?! if it’s you tap it three times!,” he yells through the walls, hoping to god you were there. 

the light flickers, exactly three times. steve feels relief wash all over him, knowing that you were still alive. he needs to get to you. now. 

“w-we’re coming to get you, okay!” he continues, feeling a little crazy that he was yelling at a lamp. “just stay safe and wait for me, i will be there!,” he reassures you and himself. the light flickers once again, letting him know that you heard every word. he looks back at the group, hoping someone knows what the next step is. 

“i uh know the general vicinity...” nancy declares, “it’s around this area, just pass the woods,” at that, steve immediately dashes out of the trailer, the group right on his heels. 

–

you hear the sounds of their footsteps getting further and further away. running out of eddie’s trailer, you grabbed the bike you were once on, speeding out of there and back into the dark forest. 

it doesn’t take much effort for you to find the portal in the middle of the road, exactly where freddie died but only because another set of vines were rapidly piling on top of it, just like the ones in eddies trailer. you curse vecna in your head.

he wanted you to disseminate information yet he can’t even let you out of here? the whole situation is stupidly annoying and you wish you could just march up to him and give him an ugly slap across the face. 

“what is your game!?” you yell out to the skies above you, not even caring about what kind of monsters lie in this world, those that could possibly hear you. 

“you want me to tell eleven, don’t you!?” the skies grumble, like it was responding to you. “then let me out!,” you cry. 

like some sort of miracle, the portal opens. 

the familiar face of the boy you love immediately comes into view, “y/n, i’m here, let’s go!,” he says hurriedly as you run towards him, hands intertwining with his. however, instead of the warmth you usually feel when steve was around, coldness enveloped your fingers. his fingers feeling like branches. you look up at his hollow, white eyes. 

“well, are you going to save us, y/n?” he taunts you. you can’t help but feel like this is all some sort of sick joke, “are you finally going to do something or are you just going to expect us to save you…like you do all the time?,” he continues, his voice now unrecognizable. 

“i-im trying,” you whimpered. 

why was vecna still torturing you? 

“you’re useless and you really believe i could love you back?,” he continues taking jabs at your heart. you know it’s vecna but the fact that these words are slipping from the lips of the man you love makes it hard for you to disassociate his face from his words. you continue to cry out for help, trying to wriggle yourself out of his hold. 

 – 

“we’ve been walking down this same road nancy, are you sure it’s here?,” steve's impatient. his leg bouncing as he inspects the location that they found themselves in for the umpteenth time. 

“i could’ve sworn it was here,” nancy muttered, confused. 

robin starts wandering around until she spots a similar view, “guys!, it’s here!,” she called out. the rest of the group making their way towards her, right in front of the portal that looked exactly like the one in eddie’s trailer, “you’ve got to be kidding me,” eddie comments, looking at steve, who had the same hopeless look as before. 

“y/n are you here? can you hear me?” steve calls out into the air, desperate for some sort of sign from you. the group looks around, trying to see if any of the street lights would flicker, assuring them of your existence. 

it does. 

various lights start flickering at a godly speed, signaling the group that it was no longer you on the other side. simultaneously, nancy is pulled away from reality, causing the group to burst into chaos. she sees the same visions that vecna shared with you. and then she sees you, on the other side, hand wrapped around vecnas, “y/n!,” she yells for you, trying to catch your attention. she hears vecna taunting you, your whimpers, your cries for help. 

“don’t you see, nancy,” vecna calls out to her for the first time, causing the hairs on her arms to rise. 

“the power of guilt is the strongest of all.”

“nance!,” steve’s voice snaps her back to reality, her consciousness slowly creeping back in as she stared back at the boy, “i saw her,” she admits. 

the group hurriedly made their way back to eddie's trailer, it’s not exactly safe to have a suspect just roaming around the streets. nancy explained everything she saw. vecna’s past, the future he has planned, and the present of the upside down, which involves you. 

they figure out vecna’s plan – four kills, four gates, end of the world. 

“if that’s true, he’s only one kill away,” dustin spoke, fear rising throughout the room. 

“so why hasn’t he killed her then?” lucas asks the question that was playing in everyone's minds, “y/n could be the fourth kill and then he wins… what’s stopping him?” 

“that’s the thing, he’s feeding off of her, increasing her guilt to make him stronger,” nancy claimed, sympathetically looking at steve. 

it was all too much for the boy. he gets up from the comfort of the couch, walking out of the trailer, trying to collect his feelings, desperately wanting to avoid a second mental breakdown. every second away from you is eating him away. the fact that he’s here, sitting on the steps of eddie’s trailer, safe, angers him. he should’ve held on to you. he should’ve paid more attention. 

his thoughts were disrupted when a certain red head called out to him, “hey!”

quickly, steve wipes away the tears that have made their way upon his cheeks, “just give me a minute, okay, max, i just need some time,” he pleads with the girl.

“we don’t really have a lot of that left,” she replies apologetically, carefully taking a seat next to him. “she told me about her visions,” she starts, capturing steve’s attention. max indulges in him, the information you’ve only shared with her. starting with your visions of will and then of steve. 

“he’s using you… to get to her… convincing her that you can never love her,” max concludes. steve feels nothing but dread. maybe if he just told you what he felt a little earlier then vecna would’ve never gotten to you. maybe the both of you would be in his car right now, just laughing about everything and anything, his hand tightly wrapped around yours as you place quick, small kisses on the back of his hand. but you weren’t there and he has no idea if you were okay. 

to think that he thought max was there to comfort him. 

letting out a shaky breath  “that…that’s not true,” he sounds so broken. he can’t even imagine what you were going through, “i-i love her more than i’ve ever loved anyone else,” he admits, causing a sad smile to form on the red headed girl.

“so then stop moping around and prove it to her,” she gives him a hard stare. he doesn’t need to be told twice. in a second, he’s back in eddies trailer. for the second time, the group comes up with a more stable plan. 

get a car. buy a gun. find a portal. rescue you. kill vecna.

it shouldn't be that hard?

–

you’re running. 

visions after visions attacking you. 

just a second ago, vecna had embodied your father. the same father that abandoned you when you were six years old. sputtering sentences like, “ever since you were born, you ruined your mother and i’s relationship,” and “you’re so hard to love, that’s why i left!” every single word adding sins to your contaminated heart. 

before that you were at the gym, trying to find comfort in the place you’ve spent the most days in. vecna found a way to taint that memory too. chrissy cunningham making an appearance in the middle of the room, looking straight in your eyes, pleading, lips quivering “why didn’t you help me?” “i would still be alive if you just tried harder!” 

each voice, always distorting into the intrusive yet familiar sound that you fall for every time. fear enveloping your soul at every moment. 

now, you’re here, facing your home. just wanting to be able to breathe, even for just a second. you just want the pain to stop.

time has been lost on you, you’re not exactly sure how long you’ve been down here. it could be a couple of days? or maybe just a few hours? all you know is that you’re so tired. entering your home, your footsteps carry you into the comfort of your own bed. laying there, just for a while, you tell yourself, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm the erratic beating of your heart.

at this point, you’ve run out of tears to cry. eventually, you doze off, hoping to god that this was all a bad dream. that when you wake up tomorrow, steve’s arms will be around you, the sun shining brightly out the window, your alarm clock signaling the start of the next day.

–

surprisingly enough, the group didn’t have much trouble getting a car, well, in this case.a camper van, thanks to eddie who was taught how to hotwire by his father. steve drives it like a madman, not caring about its exterior, just wanting you to be seated on the passenger side, instead he was comforted by his ex-girlfriend. 

“hey, we’ll get her back,” nancy breaks him out of his thoughts, another sympathetic smile directed at him, “you can’t lose her, remember,” nancy reaffirms, encouraging the boy to not lose hope. he sends her a grateful smile before his eyes were once again, focused on the road. 

the group are now buying guns, explosives and everything else they thought might come in handy. still a pretty easy step. until jason carver spots steve harrington.

“harrington,” he calls out, gun in hand. 

“carver,” steve nods, barely acknowledging his presence. of course they knew each other, they were once in the same basketball team. 

“have you seen y/n?” he asks the brown haired boy. your name slipping from the boys lips leaves a sour taste in steve’s mouth. he never wants him to say it again. in fact, he never wants him near you. 

“no…why are you looking for her?,” steve lied. 

“i have to say sorry to her,” jason admits, his voice far from being sympathetic, “you know, for that night where she helped you and sinclair escape…i may have held onto her wrist too tightly,” jason replied, provoking the boy. steve’s eyebrows slightly furrow, the grip on the bottle he was holding, tightening. how could he not have even noticed that night? he’s not too sure who he was more furious at, jason or himself. 

“don’t worry pretty boy, she’s handled worse from me,” jason pokes at steve and he knows he’s implying the times you were involved with the blonde boy.

“i haven’t seen her, i don’t know what you’re talking about,” steve continues. not wanting to get mixed up with jason even more. but jason sees right through him. 

“you know…she’s beautiful, that one…every guy in hawkins high would love to get even the smallest of taste…how does it feel, harrington?,” he continues to probe, the question leaving steve confused, “what?”

“to be chosen by her,” he stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world “you see, she ended things with me, stating that she was in love with someone else, then after that…i started seeing you with her, kind of just put two and two together y’know, it was so obvious,” steve is left shocked, you told him you weren’t seeing jason anymore because he got with chrissy. 

steve makes up his mind, he’s furious at himself. if jason carver was able to piece it together, why couldn’t he? why did it have to take losing you for him to finally realize his feelings? 

“oh,” jason chuckles darkly, “don’t tell me?,” he eggs on, “you didn’t know?” he ridicules, mocking the boy. “god, you really are stupid.”

steve feels his patience diminish with every second, he lets go of the bottle, fists getting ready to make an impact. if it wasn’t for robin pulling him away, maybe he would’ve ended up with another black eye. jason watches his retreating figure, scoffing before busying himself once again with the pistol in his hand. 

“we don’t have time to fight a little blonde boy, ok,” robin exclaims once they're out of the store, steve groans, annoyed. “focus! steve, jason’s obviously just trying to get you riled up but he’s not important right now…y/n needs us,” he knows that. he doesn’t need to be reminded the fact that you’re still in the upside down and he feels like he’s been wasting so much time.

– 

the telephone on your bedside table rings, you answer it, eyes still closed, mind still foggy. “hello?”

deep breathing makes it’s way through the phone, “y/n, where are you?” causing you to sit up, the room around you in color. you sigh, it was all a dream. 

the ease that washes over your body only lasts for a second, “i need you!” a blood curdling scream echoes throughout the whole room, painting it blue. a younger version of will byers was standing at the foot of your bed, eyes petrified, the color drained from his face, mirroring the time he was possessed.

“will,” you whisper, afraid to hear your own voice because then that would mean that this wasn’t just a nightmare, that you were now back in your new reality. 

“you weren't there!,” the boy roared, in complete rage, “and now everyone’s about to die!... all. because. of. you!” he continues taunting you. 

“i’m sorry!,” you heaved, your chest feeling heavy, “i-im so sorry, p-please, please just stop,” you sobbed, closing your eyes and hugging your knees close to your body. you’re not sure how much more of these you can take. you feel so weak. every vision feels like a life source is being taken away from you and all you want to do is succumb. 

once vecna has you, all your suffering would be over, the thought is starting to sound tempting. 

but the figure of will byers reminded you of something. there must be a portal in the place where it all began, right?

you stare back at the boy, repeatedly telling yourself that it wasn’t really him. 

quietly, you reach for the phone sitting beside you and in one quick motion, you cruelly jammed it onto the side of the boy’s head, causing him to fall to his side. his figure morphing into the branches you absolutely hated. 

running out of that room as quick as you can, “don’t you think i know what you're doing!,” the husky voice behind you bellows, causing adrenaline to pump through your veins even harder. you run and you run until you no longer feel his eyes on you. 

you’re not sure what’s happening, but you’ve noticed some of the branches hissing away, almost like they were hurting, vecna was no longer after you. this was your time to test your theory, you ran all the way to the byers’ house. 

stepping in, you were greeted with the same christmas lights hanging on every corner of the ceiling. the alphabet written in black ink is still evident as day. shivers going down your spine. you remember this. you were here, standing at the exact same spot, when it all started. 

you look around the living room, spotting steve’s makeshift bat. you carefully grab it, hands gripping it tightly, it was heavier than it looked yet somehow the weapon gives you comfort. you decide to hold on to it. 

searching the entire house, you don’t find a portal. however, you do find a tape player in jonathan’s room. quickly scanning around the boys’ drawers, you hope to god everywhere was around here somewhere. music was the only thing that took you away from vecna and you’re going to need more time if you ever want to get out of here and help the others. 

the sound of the front door opening halts your movement. swiftly grabbing steve’s bat, you make your way out of the room, ready to come in contact with vecna once again. raising the bat a bit higher, you get ready to swing. 

the face of the man you love comes into view and you’re frozen, unable to move. you can’t do this anymore. “no!” you cry, backing away from him, fear evident in your eyes “p-please, please just stop,” the bat in your hands lowering, you close your eyes, not wanting to see his hollow eyes again. not wanting to hear the malicious words vecna has managed to come up with this time. 

not wanting to taint steve’s image any longer. 

“i give up,” you whisper, your hands unwrapping itself from the bat, dropping it straight to the ground, it’s sound ringing through the air, “you win.”

he felt relieved yet heartbroken at the same time. the fear in your eyes crushes him. you are a beautiful tragedy, small cuts evident on your face, your clothes sporting multiple rips, some of those were colored in red. and your voice - so small. you’re fragile and he’s afraid that you’ll break at any moment yet he walks over to you anyways. 

the important thing is you’re alive. 

footsteps make their way closer to you. having accepted your fate, you ready yourself for the pain that lies ahead. instead, warm hands make their way upon your cheeks causing you to slowly flutter your eyes open. 

steve’s brown eyes. 

“i’m here,” he whispers only for you to hear. 

you’re not too sure what’s real anymore. your visions always started out like it was. 

hands immediately go to his chest, up his shoulders, exploring his body, trying to make sure that this isn’t just another trick. he watches you even though all he wanted was to wrap his arms around you, to let you know that it’s really him. he knows that it will overwhelm you so he waits, giving you all the time in the world. 

he feels so warm. “y-you’re really here,” you whisper, finding it hard to find your voice, hesitantly, you look up at him once again, his eyes are still brown and you can’t help but release your tears, hands immediately wrapping around the boy’s neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. you can feel his heart beating in his chest further confirming that it was truly him. 

steve pulls you even closer to him, arms around your waist, his own tears falling freely from his face, the two of you relishing the feeling of finally being back in each other’s arms.

he pulls away first, hands cupping your cheeks, trying to wipe away your fallen tears, eyes intently boring into yours, he has so much he wants to say he doesn’t even know where to start. he chooses to settle with three words. three words that made you feel like you were alive again. “i love you,” he professes before his lips we‘re finally on yours. it was a slow kiss, one that held so many emotions and you can’t help but let your tears continue to flow, the salty taste mixing in between your lips. his words replaying in your head, taking away all feelings of agitation in a way fleetwood mac never could. 

maybe if it wasn’t for the gravity of the situation, you would’ve awed at how sentimental this moment is, taking place exactly where you first met him, hell, even on the exact day. but you couldn’t think of anything else, for once, your mind felt at peace. the pounding in your head is only a distant memory, one that you’ll happily get rid of. 

pulling away, steve wipes away your tears, you do the same for him, the both of you chuckling at your actions, finding the situation you’re in hard to believe, “i love you… so much,” he continues, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “i’m sorry it took me so long to finally tell you,” his eyes quickly flashing with regret, forehead softly colliding with yours as he listened to the sound of your breathing. his hands under your shirt, just wanting to feel your skin. “h-how did you get here?” you ask, finally finding your voice. 

“molotov cocktail,” he shrugs like it was the most normal thing in the world. you piece it all together, the branches hissing, vecna leaving you alone, all because the boy in front of you threw a bomb at a portal. 

“that was very smart of you,” you point out, steve’s quiet laugh sounds so melodic, “how did you know i was here?”

“intuition, i guess, something in my gut just brought me here,” he explains.

vecnas was wrong. guilt isn’t the strongest of all. 

love is. 

it’s always been love. 

you take him all in before leaning towards him once again, capturing his lips into a greedy kiss. he kisses you back with the same amount of force. you’ve missed him so much. you never want this moment to end. besides being in the upside down, with vecna being able to walk in at any given moment, you felt absolute bliss. 

the sound of a guitar from a distance causes you to pull away. hands quickly gripping the boy's arm. this cannot be another vision or you’re not too sure what you would do with yourself if you find that you were making out with vecna. 

steve’s cheeky smile comes into light, his eyes still holding that warm brown, holding so much love for you, “it’s eddie,” he states and you look up at him, confused, “what?” 

“c’mon, we have to go,” he grabs your hand, pulling you out of the byers‘ house and running away from the commotion. he explains to you the plan that was being set in motion — eddie and dustin distracting the bats; max and the sinclairs distracting vecna; robin and nancy heading to victor creels house. 

he continues, letting you know about nancy’s visions and how she saw vecna feeding off of your guilt. you swear you want nothing more than to burn this bastard to the ground, steve’s makeshift bat in your hand. 

the two of you maze through the neighborhood, trying to avoid every branch to get to nancy and robin. steve’s hand never leaves yours, the bats above you flying towards the direction of eddie’s trailer, master of puppets still ringing through your ears. 

finally making your way into the house, you notice robin and nancy on the front porch, waiting. robin immediately envelops you into a hug, a sigh of relief falling from her lips “oh my god, you look like shit,” she says bluntly, earning a chuckle from you. 

“thanks, that’s really what i need to hear right now,” you reply sarcastically. your eyes dart over to nancy who has a small smile playing on her lips. mirroring her expression. you mutter out a soft, “thank you,” and she gives you a knowing nod. 

“we’ll, let’s kill this son of a bitch so we can get out of here,” steve breaks off the small reunion. 

“sounds good, this place gives me the creeps,” robin comments before the four of you opened the door and were met with numerous vines coming out of the floors, oozing unto the walls, it was everywhere. 

steve carefully starts making his way into the house, not letting fear get the best of him. he gets to the bottom of the stairs, sending the three of you a smile, “oooh, what? does he want us to clap?” robin playfully whispers for only you and nancy to hear and you can't help but share playful grins.

you retrace steve’s steps, nancy muttering out a, “be careful.”

soon after, the two followed. in a matter of minutes, the four of you have made your way to the top of stairs, all determined to get this over with. 

the ground rumbling from beneath ruins the plans, your head immediately pounding, you wince, steves hand’s quick on your shoulder, stabling you. his eyes held nothing but concern and you shoot him a small smile, letting him know that you’re okay. 

the small, intimate moment interrupted by robin’s cries, “steve!” she yells out to her best friend, the vines grabbing her and wrapping her into the wall. steve was in action as soon as his name slipped past the girl’s lips, his axe quickly swinging in motion, viciously hitting the vines who were wrapping tighter and tighter. 

the vines were fighting back just as hard, eventually capturing steve and nancy, pulling them to the other side of the wall, somehow leaving you, unharmed, desperately trying to free your friends using only the bat in your hand. it doesn't work, the vines seeming to get tighter with every second. you look into your friends eyes, robin, nancy, then steve’s. you just want them out of here.

“stop!” you yell out into the air. 

“let them go!,” you cry out, the three watching you, struggling to breathe as they try to pull away the vines that were tightening around their necks. 

“you want to win, don’t you?!,” you continue, you know vecna can hear you. you can feel him watching your every move. 

“then do it!, take your last kill!,” you tempt him.

“y/n, no,” steve was able to mutter, catching your attention, you don’t look at him. you’re not sure you’ll be able to handle it. 

“kill me!,” your voice, hoarse, tears once leaving your eyes. the vines around your friends slowly unravel, causing them all to fall to the ground, gasps and coughs slipping past their lips. all of vecna’s energy rushing towards you as you were transported into another memory. 

steve was quick to run to you, blank, white eyes making contact with his, “no, no, no,” he says hurriedly, “hey, hey, come back to me,” he whispers. it’s not okay. the amount of time he’s gone through this. he just got you back and now you’ve drifted off once again and this time, he’s not sure if you will ever come back.

“his body is still up there,” nancy reminds everyone, giving the boy the slightest of hope. 

“c’mon nance, lets do this,” robin quickly adds. she’s well aware they wouldn’t be able to drag steve up there with them. he’ll never leave your side, it wasn’t even a question. 

nancy nods, “we’ll be quick,” she says, trying to reassure the boy. 

–

you find yourself in another memory, this one, not yours. eyes scanning the room, you recognize it as the gym, decorated in what seemed to be the snowball decorations and then you spot a familiar figure. 

“max!,” you call out to her, she quickly looks back, scared. 

“it’s me… i promise, it’s me,” you say gently, making your way over to her. 

“no,” she shakes her head, looking at the ground. your hand making contact with her shoulder provides her some comfort and in a second she has her hands wrapped around you, crying into your shoulders. you held her just as tightly, 

“are you ready to watch me kill her, y/n?” vecna’s voice breaks the two of you out of your embrace as you step in front of max, trying your best to shield her from him. it doesn’t work. he’s so strong.

vecna flungs you against the wall, your head making hard contact. “y/n!” max cries out, running after you. you try to shake away the feeling of unconsciousness, quickly getting back to your feet, both of you running towards the exit. 

you were in another place now – one that max has drifted to before. you see chrissy’s distorted figure wrapped around the tree, the sight alone making you want to empty your guts. you continue to run, max’s hand in yours. vecna following. 

vines clung their way around max’s ankle, pulling her back and dragging her across the floor and you can’t help but let out a battle cry, grabbing the first rock you see, you run as fast as your feet can carry you, smashing it upon the vine, freeing max. the girl continued to run in the opposite direction.

vecna just stands there, watching you both. you’re so tired of his bullshit. you’re so tired of running. and so you stop. turning around, you walk towards him. max halts her steps, “y/n, what are you doing?” she half shouts. 

max is so afraid, her mind not allowing her feet to follow you. you don't want her to. at this point it was either you or her. and you don’t think you’d be able to live with yourself if anything were to happen to the red headed girl. 

the rock still tightly clutched around your fingers, you make your way towards the figure that has been tormenting you, gaining confidence in every step. 

now in front of him, you face him, no signs of fear nor guilt entering your body. you have truly given up, accepting your fate. you had one last fight in you, ready to smash the rock upon his face but he’s much faster. vecna’s fingers make their way upon your head, the rock flying god knows where, all you could see is the red sky between the space of his fingers.

“it’s time,” his sinister voice makes it’s way to your ears. max is frozen, unable to move as vecna starts to suck out the life that remains in you. 

you can hear steve’s cries from the other side, you can feel him grasp onto your hand, desperately trying to keep you grounded. 

“do not leave me!” he commands, voice laced in nothing but heartbreak and desperation. he calls out to robin and nancy, not knowing what to do any longer. your body was getting so high, taking his breath with you. he’s struggling to form coherent sentences, the girl he loves seconds a way from her death and all he could do was stand there and watch. 

the sound of your arm cracking mortifies the boy below you, “please!, p-please,  stop! i love you, you have to come back,” he’s muffled pleas surrounding you, a tear escaping your eye as vecna continues to take you away. 

and then you hear a yell, vecna being flung away from you – eleven. 

your body makes hard contact with the ground, the skies above you still red, no signs of steve anywhere. max makes her way towards you, you can’t move. one of vecna’s vines impaling you, blood slowly sputtering out your lips, “y’n… y/n stay with me,” max pleads, her blue eyes coming into view, hands supporting your head.

you’re struggling to breathe, your own blood suffocating you. 

everything feels a bit hazy and then you see him, brown eyes, filled with tears as he holds you close to his chest, hands in the same place that max’s were.

you felt like you were going back and forth in between the worlds. 

“hey, hey,” he whispers, “you’re okay,” he tries to console you. trying to convince himself in the process. blood continues to spill from your lips and he notices the gash that appeared on your stomach, painting your shirt a deep red. 

“s-steve,” you croak out, your hand from your unbroken arm, gently making it’s way to his cheeks. he holds onto your fingers, keeping you there.

you feel so cold. 

“don’t talk, okay, it’s okay, we’re gonna get you out of here,” he hushly whispers, staring into your eyes that were beginning to droop so low, “just keep your eyes open for me,” he begs. 

your thumb softly grazes upon his chapped lips, the faint tune of everywhere encompasses you, you’re sure you’re imagining it. a series of happy memories makes its way into your mind. i guess its true, what they say, about your best memories flashing before you meres before your death. 

you envision steve that halloween night, beer bottle in hand, laughing over a joke you said. all the days spent with him and the kids just goofing off at starcourt mall, giggling at his sailor outfit. every drive where you were sitting on the passenger seat, the pretty boy next to you up to the moments in steve’s room where it was just the two of you, enjoying each other’s presence. even moments from this whole chaos makes their way – robin, nancy, eddie, all of it playing out like a movie.  

feelings of comfort, happiness, love rushes in at once and you know it's time to go.

“i-i love you…steve, s-steve harrington,” you managed to whisper out between your very red lips, only for him to hear. your thumb gently wiping away his tears, before completely slipping off, hands going limp, eyes shutting. 

steve can’t help but let out whimpers of cries. 

max, on the other side, mirroring him.

four

an: oops? vol 2 absolutely destroyed me and i refused to accept the fact that max and eddie are rip so i killed you instead ... or did i? hehe ... one more chapter left??

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i want to be with you, everywhere.

warning: i need to get better with my warnings so um, grief, hospital, mentions of death, nightmares, angst! as always

pairing: steve x female reader

words: 5.1k+ (hoping i edited this well enough)

an: despite the warnings, take this as my apology note, especially for those who had to go through all the cliffhangers! im so sorry! AND this is the last chapter of this mini series, thank you so much for reading and for all the kind words!! <33 your reactions make me laugh so much and they do brighten my day more than you think! maybe you can also help me think of what to write next? my ask is always open! :> hope to see some of you there!

one. two. three.

four.

steve.

he had your favorite flowers in hand, hopping into his car and dreading the familiar drive. it’s been a week and five days since the tragedy that left him crying out your name. 

for the past 12 days, the boy makes sure he picks up something you like before his daily visits. cassette tapes, vanilla ice cream, strawberry flavored chapsticks. 

everyday, he talks to you. everyday, he gets no response. 

a familiar figure was already there once he arrived, “hey max,” he greets her gently, a light tap to her back, soft smile making an appearance upon his pink lips, tired eyes crinkling slightly. she looks up from sketching in her notebook, the flowers in his hands makes the girls’ heart swell at the thought of your reaction if you were to see it. 

“she’ll love those,” a quiet hum of approval. 

“you think?” an eyebrow going up, a tiny smirk dancing upon his face, proud of his choice. 

“i know.” the girl nods, he places the flowers beside the numerous gifts your friends have left for you. 

taking his seat on his usual spot next to you, fingers immediately wrapping yours, “hey beautiful, i’m back,” he whispers, planting a gentle kiss on your temple. the heartbeat through the monitor filling the corners of the pale, gloomy, walls, his only assurance that you were listening. 

“the doctor said her vitals are improving,” max breaks the silence, hope blooming in their maimed hearts, “she should wake up soon.”

“that true?  will you let me see your pretty eyes soon?” steve asks you, his hold on your fingers gently tightening. carefully watching the way your chest slowly rises and falls. max collects her things, the tender hearted moment making her believe that love is veracious. 

“i have to go to class, ping dustin if anything happens,” handing the extra walkie-talkie and a quick hug to the brown haired boy, leaving you and steve alone. 

the boy gets comfortable, head gently laying on your mended stomach, “eddie’s still in jail,” he starts,“it’s looking up though, they can’t really find any evidence that he did it, y’know?” updating you about the events that were taking place. 

“he might just make it to graduation,” he chuckles, looking up at you “by the way, you really need to wake up or else they’ll hold you back and i know how much you hate doing homework,” he teases, tucking the stray hair out of your eyes, the light bursts of air slipping from your lips providing the comfort he needed. 

“when will you wake up?,” he sighs, eyes starting to get glassy. 

he was exhausted. ever since he got you out of the upside down, unresponsive body blanket wrapped around his back, steve hasn’t had proper rest, leaving only to change out of his wrinkled clothes and rid of tiredness under cold showers, coming back the next morning, wanting to be there when you finally wake. 

once, he spent a night at his house, against his will, dustin and robin forcing him to get some proper shut eye. they were unsuccessful. your body in his arms as you took your last breath playing in his mind, haunting him. he found himself thrashing around, looking for you, greeted only by shadows in the dark. it’s easier in the hospital because when the nightmare reoccurs, he wakes up to you and for now it’s enough to calm him down. 

he can’t forget that night. the paramedics sending electricity through your chest, barely finding a pulse. it took three charges before a melodic beeping finally echoed through his ears and steve swears it’s the best sound in the world as he hid his face in the crook of robin's neck. 

“we won,” he reminds you everyday.  “everyone’s okay…all we need now is for you to come back to us,” letting out a shaky breath, he hasn’t quite figured out how to remain stable in moments like these.

“i need you to come back to me, y/n” a desperate confession. 

—

nine days has passed. exactly three weeks of steve’s words being met with silence. 

“i have a secret,” he whispers like you weren’t the only two people under the moonlight shining through the window. 

“i always had this dream,” the boy starts “in this dream, i have six kids,” he chuckles quietly, “crazy, right? me? a dad?,” he imagines the way your face would have contorted once you heard that. 

“anyways me and my six little harringtons, three girls and three boys…we would be away from here, traveling, seeing the world, just driving anywhere and everywhere our little camper van can take us,” confiding in you the future he had always hoped for. 

“but here’s the secret,” sliding a little closer to you, voice barely audible, “you’re sitting in the passenger seat,” he sighs, a sad smile, confessions in the air taking with it a bit of weight from his shoulders, “like you always are…smiling at me with that beautiful smile of yours,”

“singing at the top of our lungs, making our kids complain about how grossly in love their parents are,” every word stretches out the boy's smile, lost in the creation of his dreamland. 

“and then you’ll laugh, that laugh that makes my heart light up and i couldn’t ask for anything more,” he brings the back of your hand up to his lips, placing soft gentle marks of love, “does that sound okay to you?,” breath hitching in his throat. 

no response. 

taking a deep breath, emotions surging through him, feelings of loneliness and despair escaping through his eyes as silence one again took over the night. 

—

 “do you want to know the day i fell in love with you?” 

“it was when you walked in to scoops ahoy, my first day on the job, i was scared and nervous about people coming in and seeing me, “king steve” he quotes, “working only at an ice cream shop because i wasn’t good enough for anything else” a hand going up to his locks, pushing back the strays of hair that’s blocked him from seeing you. 

“then you walked in, in that cheerleading uniform that drives me crazy by the way, and you smiled at me, congratulating me, and i knew at that moment that i didn’t care about what anyone else thought as long as you’re there… believing in me,” 

“i kept on making you try every flavor of ice cream in hopes that you would stay longer and you did and i just felt so happy, like a boy having a crush for the first time” soft chuckles escaping the boys lips, recalling memories that were keeping his heart glued together. for someone who was labeled as a ladies man, he had no idea what to do when it came to you. 

“but i was so scared… i was scared i wasn't good enough for you, that i’d just mess it all up like i always do and so i pushed those feelings to the side and flirted with any girl who made their way into the store…im sorry,” his voice a faint whisper. he wasn’t proud of those actions but sometimes we do things that we think is best at the time. 

“i just wanted to keep you with me and feelings usually ruin things that are good and god i just couldn’t risk it, i couldn’t risk losing you,” both hands going up to his now, very disheveled hair, he looks up at your silent figure, the sun peeking through the window, illuminating your face. the thought of your twinkling eyes sparkling under them, the way they do every time you look his way, urges him to keep going. 

“then word got out that you and carver were seeing each other and fuck, i was pissed, i served so many customers the wrong order that day y’know?” he can almost hear your laugh. can almost hear the way you would tease him for being whipped. but he wasn’t, he was just a boy who had so much love to give to someone who he thought was unreachable. 

“i didn’t say anything though, cause who was i to tell you to stop seeing him? but you stopped coming around and i was so sad, i convinced myself that i liked robin to finally get you out of my fucking head,” 

“we both know how that ended up,” he smiles to himself, the memories fondly playing in his mind. the way you looked at him that night while he sat on the white tiled floors, bruised and beaten up. soft fingers ghostly grazing over his face, treating him like he was porcelain. handling him with so much care, an emotion he’s never had the privilege of feeling before. something he never thought he deserved. 

truth settling in his heart. 

you came back to him. visiting him every single day. your daily visits were the only thing keeping him from clocking in at work. you had him wrapped around your tiny little fingers and you didn’t even know it.

and then you started coming home with him, after every shift and he was keen on never letting go. home was where your laughs filled the air. 

and it’s been four weeks since he felt it. 

—

“steve,” a soft voice, small taps on his shoulder, carefully shaking him awake.

he sits up, mind still in a haze, slumber in his eyes, before looking up at familiar eyes and for a second, in his half-dazed state, he thought it was you. 

you had your mother’s eyes. 

“you know, you don’t have to sleep here, these hospital couches are really bad for your back,” she warns him, a concerned smile on her lips. steve noticed the wrinkles on her face, now more prominent. he wondered what it was like to be a nurse and having to take care of sick people all the time, to be in these rooms and still feel sane. then he wondered how hard it was for the sick person to be your own child. 

he offers her a smile, “im okay, y/m/n,” the two have grown close this past month. your mother was grateful you had someone who loved you this much. she grew to love the boy like he was her own son. 

“at least eat something, ok? i don’t think my daughter would love to wake up to someone that no longer resembles her steve,” her steve. he loved the sound of that. he nods, completely understanding her concern. 

the boy hasn’t had an appetite lately, his hair always a mess, farrah fawcett long forgotten. despite the doctor’s positive feedback, they had no idea of what monsters you fought. the possibility of you not waking up was becoming more prominent each day. but your mother was right. if you ever saw him in this state, he won’t be able to forgive himself. he can already see the sadness in your eyes, can hear the voices of guilt in your mind. 

he nods. she forces him up and pushes him towards the door, “go, i’ll call you if anything happens,” your mother’s orders. 

he obediently follows, taking one last glance at you before your mom playfully shoves him out, sending him a reassuring smile, “i’ll be quick.” 

he was back in your room that night, the smell of aftershave filling the air. 

–

he’s polite. he started taking care of himself.

he also started decorating your room. cassette tapes, vanilla ice cream, strawberry flavored chapsticks, books of all genres, paintings from the kids adding color onto the walls, beer bottles in the mini fridge, your pom-poms sitting on the couch across the room, the scent of your perfume in the air. 

steve has made it his secret mission to make these walls feel as homey as possible even when your guests started turning up less and less, life becoming busy, with graduation coming up in just four months. college applications. jobs. family. 

he never left. 

with every passing day, his hope is as strong as the first day. everyday for the past six weeks, he’s there. reading you books, telling you stories, playing your favorite songs. 

a light tap against his fingers. a fleeting moment, leaving as soon as it came causing him to stumble out of his seat. 

“y/n,” eyes searching for yours, name tumbling out of his lips. a second passes. heart beating to the ticking of the clock. waiting. hoping. one minute. nothing. 

he slouches back into his chair, “y’know you really shouldn’t lead people on,” he jokes, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice, “i’m supposed to be the player, remember?,” his heart yearning for you. 

the monitor beeps, responding to him. an ungodly tune that makes the boy spring out of his chair and into the halls, calling out for help. 

__

you.

a distress cry, a white bright light shining above, almost blinding. one, two, three people in scrubs looking down at you like you were some rat in a lab experiment, except their eyes seem to crinkle into a warm, inviting smile. 

there’s a boy in the room, a pretty one. he’s looking at you, tired, glassy, eyes, lips, red, hair, disheveled and you can’t help but blush under curious eyes. even in this situation you’ve awakened to, beeping monitors, hospital gowns, scrubs, he was beautiful. he gives you a reassuring smile and you look away, noticing that you were staring for far too long to be considered normal. 

you hear a static noise and then the words “dustin, she’s awake.” you realize he’s talking about you but before you could find your voice, a woman comes bursting into the doors, your mother, in all her glory. her long hair swaying with every step she took towards you, “m-mom?,” you finally were able to mutter. your throat felt so dry, like you had eaten a pack of saltine crackers and had no water to push it down. 

you think you hear the boy let out a sniffle, blocked by your moms own tears falling to the apples of her cheeks, her hand immediately stroking your hair like she used to do when you were younger and had a nightmare, “hi honey, how are you feeling?,”

“a little lost.” is what you want to say. the events that transpired are lost in your memory and you can’t quite figure out why you were here, who that boy is and why he was telling a “dustin” about you. you’ve always had a need to please your mom, to let her know you were fine because if you weren’t, you can see the way her brain gears into tricking herself that it’s all her fault. 

mustering up the best smile you could give, “i’m fine, just a little thirsty,” she chuckles. right answer. it was somewhat true, you’ve never felt as well rested before in your whole life. she hands you a glass of water, “that’s great honey, they’re just going to run some tests, ok?,” you nod at her ever so politely, the cold glass still placed between your lips. since when did water taste so good?

the boy is still there, still staring at you, you can feel it from your peripheral vision. you couldn’t help it. couldn’t stop the three words that came stumbling out of your lips. you wish you could’ve because his face immediately fell and you wanted nothing more than to take it all back and take care of him. 

“mom, who’s that?,” her face torts in confusion, she hides it quickly. she’s a nurse, she’s dealt with patients before, she’s quick on her feet. “that’s steve, he’s a friend of yours,” softly smiling at you. it’s not the whole truth, you can tell by the sympathetic smile she gave him. 

“we’re going to leave you with steve for awhile if that’s okay, y/n?,” the doctor chimed in, clipboard in hand, you assume that’s where all the information about you is. you nod. somehow, you trust steve and if your gut was wrong, you certainly trusted your mother. 

one by one they left the room, leaving a static silence behind. you finally take this time to take in your surroundings. the white, gloomy walls that you hated seeing every time you would come visit your mom at the hospitals, we’re covered in color. some drawings were better than others. stick figures and 3d animations. you glance at each one. 

there’s a particular one that catches your eye. a boy who looked like steve, brown, wavy long hair sitting next to a hospital bed, with who you presumed to be a smiling, twinkling you. he’s holding the most beautiful bouquet you’ve ever seen. those same flowers littered across the floor, yellow in the background, the name max signed on the bottom corner. whoever max was, they were good. 

focusing your attention on steve, he quickly looks away, suddenly finding interest on the ground. you notice the small blush that’s made its way upon his face after being caught staring. you have questions and you feel like he can answer them. 

“do you want to sit here instead, steve?'', pointing to the chair beside you. his name slides off your tongue like it was a practiced prayer. one your mind has forgotten but your body has memorized.  

“i promise, i don’t bite,” you send him a soft smile, you're proud of yourself, the way you made his face lit up. he wastes no time, sinking into the chair like he owns it. unbeknownst to you, it is his chair. 

“how long have i been here?,” you ask the boy. there’s no way your room could be covered with so many various trinkets if it was only for a short time. unless you have many, many friends. but you don’t. or you don’t think you do?

he’s hesitant to answer, you can tell by the way his bottom lip made its way between his teeth, “45 days,” he quietly replies, eyes avoiding yours.

45 days. 6 weeks. a month and a half. 

you couldn’t believe it. how about school? cheerleading practices? graduation? you look up at steve, ready to bombard him with questions. he’s picking at his fingernails. you can tell he’s trying his best to keep his composure and all you want is to calm him down.

“are we really friends, steve?,” he finally looks up at you, golden brown eyes shining into yours. they seem familiar, like the daylight that would peek through the windows in the mornings while you’re covered in soft blankets, waking up with warmth right next to…

who? you try to rack your brain for some sort of answer. none. 

“yeah, we’re really friends, y/n,” your name off his lips leaving a sweet taste in your mouth. you’ve decided it’s your favorite sound. 

“were …,” you hesitate, feeling a bit shy under his gaze, mind going back to the drawing, “were we more than friends?,” you find yourself playing with your hands, unable to keep eye contact with him, even though you wanted to so badly. to get lost in his brown eyes. to drink it up like it’s your favorite coffee. 

he chuckles, a quick, quiet laugh, grabbing your full attention, “you could say that,” a sad smile, your heart bursting at the thought of what more is. 

did you get to taste his rosy lips? play connect the dots on the beautiful freckles that lined up his pretty face? run your hand through his silky hair? why couldn’t you remember? 

you can feel the way he wants to say more so you wait, just looking at him, “we never quite got to labeling what we were?,” he sighs and you want to reach out to him. to tell him to put a label on it. now. but you’ve only met him an hour ago and it would be absurd to fall in love with someone you’ve known for an hour. 

“why’s that?,” you ask, curiosity leaking off of you. to have someone in front of you know everything, to know you more than you know yourself. it’s absolutely frustrating. 

“i was too late.” 

you wanted to cry, you don’t know why, but you did. you felt awful for the boy in front of you. felt awful at the fact that you couldn’t remember him or anything that you went through. before you could stop yourself, a tear escaped your eyes. and then another and another. like a broken, leaking faucet that needed to be fixed. 

“hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, you’re okay,” hushed whispers, hands making their way to your cheeks, thumbs ghostly grazing over each tear, wiping it away. 

you’ve felt those hands. you’ve heard those words.

and then you made the mistake of looking into his golden eyes. 

transported back in the red laced world. memory after memory hitting you like a truck. steve at will byer’s house, makeshift bat in his hand. steve in the driver's seat that halloween night, beer bottles and unspoken truths. steve and his farrah fawcett advice, an arm around your shoulder. steve’s whine of cries, max! driving his car. steve scooping vanilla ice cream, scoop after scoop, rosy lips and blue sailor outfit. steve and the tiled bathroom floors, flowers blooming, singing, driving, late night talkings, kissing, steve, body molding as one, jealousy, pining, confessions, steve, despair, loneliness, hope, love. 

steve, steve, steve.

you remember it all. the basketball game. chrissy. eddie. max. vecna. you remember dying in steve’s arms. you remember it. and you remember hearing him. you heard him. every single day. every story he told, every book he read, every song he sung. 

you heard every word, every pause, every sigh. 

“where are we gonna get a camper van?,” you cry out, tears freely streaming down your face, you smile at the boy you love. he’s stunned, mouth agape, piecing the puzzles together. and then he’s looking at you with so much adoration, almost like you hold all the stars in the sky. 

his own tears fall and he doesn't bother wiping them away. “we can save up for it, y’know? get a job? somewhere that pays well,” he babbles out, hand tight around yours, like he’s afraid you could disappear at any given second. 

“we can get an apartment, far from here, start over,” you continued for him, hands just as tightly enclosed in his. letting him know that you’re there. that you’re with him and you’re in it. whatever it is. as long as he was there. 

he laughs. creating a sound that brings the sunshine in. the one where birds sing. where the trees are green. the one that feels like you’re in a fairytale. 

“i love you,” you’re in the clouds. flying. free. three little words that sent your heart hammering in your chest.

“i love you too, steve harrington.” you feel his chest pounding as hard as yours. you see the smile that’s made it’s way upon his pretty face. your hands in his hair, holding him close to you, feeling his breath upon your lips and it’s taking so much out of you to not devour this man like he was your last meal. 

closing the space between the two of you, he tasted like vanilla and mint. for a second you wonder if this is all in your head. you wonder if you have somehow convinced yourself to create a heaven you’ve only heard of in books. but then the boy pulls you a little closer, kisses you a little harder and you know that he’s real.

and he’s yours. 

your steve. 

—

6 months later

the last box finally sitting pretty in the back of the car, you let out a sigh of success, admiring your work before two large hands made their way around your waist, enveloping you in a warm embrace, feet coming off the ground as bubbles of laughter rang through the neighborhood, “steve!” his name echoed out. 

he puts you down soon after, laughters creating a melodic tune of happiness and love. your boyfriend’s face coming into view, sun shining brightly, creating a halo, making him look like an angel “we did good, baby,” he smirks, capturing your lips between his, a soft peck. enough to send butterflies throughout your body. 

“hm, yes we did,” you smiled, arms finding their way behind his neck, pulling him closer, ready to hear the sound of the bells that play every time he kisses you. 

“god, can’t you guys go a second without eating each other’s faces,” dustin mocked, eyes rolling, cutting the moment short. don’t let his tone fool you, he secretly loves it. you hear the boy wrapped around you groan in annoyance. 

“i’m so happy we’re finally moving away,” he whispers, tickling your ear, causing you to scrunch up your nose in a way he finds absolutely adorable, playfully shoving him away. 

“yeah, seriously, we get it! you’re in love! you don’t have to rub it in our faces all the time, we are just kids!” max adds, clearly not hearing steve’s quiet complaints. 

at the sound of the girl's voice, you finally pull away from your boyfriend's embrace, earning a pout from him as you focus all your attention on the girl in front of you. wide smiles mirroring each other’s expressions, walking over to her and pulling her in a quick hug. 

“do you guys really have to go?” lucas’ voice coming from behind max, a tinge of worry resonating in his voice. you pull him into the hug. 

“we’ll only be two hours away, if you really need us, we’ll be back in a second” eyes stern but soft, you make sure you look at all of them. max, lucas, dustin, reassuring them. 

“but please just call first,” steve adds, breaking up the warm moment. you give him a warning look, one to say this is not the time and he surrenders to your feet “kidding, we’re always here for you kids,” he quickly adds, a forced smile etching onto his lips. though everyone knew he meant every word. these are practically his kids. and after his little hospital confession, you’ve teased him so much about his love for these kids, making him want to take back every word he said. he never does. because nothing has changed. that is still the future he envisioned. especially with you. 

“well, i guess this is the last of it,” robin joins. 

the kids keep themselves busy on your front porch, “found these upstairs, you really shouldn’t leave these behind y’know” she hands you your diploma and on the other hand, the tape that saved your life on multiple occasions. 

taking the diploma out of her hands, you thank her for double checking everything. 

eyes glancing down to the cassette tape you grew to dislike, steve’s messy handwriting:

everywhere - fleetwood mac.

“keep it,” pushing it back towards her, “i don't think i can stand listening to that song anymore,” you shrug. you really hated vecna for that. you hated vecna for a lot of things, especially the lingering nightmares he left you with. but every night, steve is there, holding you, comforting you. every night he whispers hushed i love you’s into your ear and it’s enough. you no longer needed a favorite song to keep you grounded. 

“i hate this song,” she says bluntly, earning a laugh from you. robin looks happier, despite the fact her two best friends are leaving town. she was finally able to muster up the courage to talk to her long-time crush and the two have been hitting it off, going on dates, spending hour after hour just talking to each other, telling jokes. she told you all about it during the times you weren’t here and she continues to do so. you loved each story. 

“well, i happen to like that song so i’ll take it, thank you very much,” eddie intervenes, grabbing the tiny clear tape out of the girl’s hand, his cheeky smile meres away from your face as you mirror his expression. warm, large hands gently disheveling your hair. eddie was able to walk the stage. hell, you both did. he flipped off the entire school afterwards, it was a sight to see, one you were glad you were a part of. his band is doing well. 

steve quickly pushed his shoulders back, “too close, munson,” and you can’t help but look up at your boyfriend, who had every right to do that now. a jealous steve harrington. you loved it. 

“oh c’mon harrington, it was the fifth grade! and i rejected her!,” he jested, sending you a smile, earning an eye roll from you. lips still happy.

“it’s true,” you nod at your boyfriend, who was now standing in his signature pose, arms crossed, biceps protruding, “but even if it wasn’t, i’d still choose you, no offense eddie,” you smile between the two boys, robin chuckling. steve tries to hide the effect those words had on him, hands going to your waist, pulling you closer to his side. 

“none taken, i would also choose harrington,” he cheekily replies, sending a wink to the golden boy, leaving the three of you laughing at an unamused steve.

the others finally join, this time accompanied by nancy, jonathan, will, mike, and el. 

you and steve bid each one of them a see you later, followed by a tight hug, ignoring the tears that are dying to escape. 

“i’m happy for you,” nancy whispers to steve, a small smile on her lips as he looked at the girl that hit his head hard enough to finally get his shit together, he thanks her, “i’m happy for you, too.” 

you hear the exchange between them and you can’t help but feel like this chapter is really closing. you were happy that they were happy. 

—

“you sure you really want to leave all of this behind, harrington?” you ask as the sign that stated you’re now leaving hawkins, indiana came to view. 

“it’s still not too late to change your mind,” a small smile playing on your lips, teasing him, your body turned towards him, a hand laid on his thigh, eyes twinkling. you know nothing in this world could ever change his mind. 

taking a quick glance at you, he smiles. a genuine smile. one that sends all the stars into his honey eyes. placing a soft kiss in the back of your hand that was laced between his fingers, he makes you fall in love with him all over again, deeper, harder.

“l/n, i want to be with you, everywhere.” 

it’s true. because home is where you were. and if that meant being an hour away from hawkins, or being on the other side of the world, hell, even just living on the streets, he’ll take it. steve harrington has lived a life without you sitting on the passenger seat, without laughter engraving his heart, without eyes as beautiful as the cosmic space boring into his. and he swears he could never live through that again. 

side note: i had the beginning and the ending finished since tuesday but i could not, for the life me, figure out how i wanted you to wake up and how the hell i was going to get to the ending. it was so infuriating, i literally though about it every second i wasn't writing. i thought about it so much to the point i ended up dreaming about it and now we're here and it's done. once again, thank you so much for reading!!!

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things #steve harrington stranger things #everywhere we were there #i’ll follow you everywhere #everywhere #i want to be with you everywhere #love.c.

[withlovemark]

hi, i’m here to say i absolutely adore reading your comments and talking to you<3

💌 don’t be shy and drop by my ask some time 💌

it doesn't even have to be about steve, we can literally talk about anything (like, for example, speak now tv? lol)

anyway, yr. 1985 will be up this week (if work isn’t too demanding)

right now though, here’s my thank you note:

title: all of the moments that led me to you

an excerpt from “robin’s game of you rule/you suck, intercepting russians and suzie” moment:

“oh. my. god,” you gasp, a hand to your mouth, trying to hold your laughter in.

“don’t say a word,” he warned, hands on his hips.

“steve harrington, you are so…” he raises his eyebrows, lips morphing into a thin line, daring you to finish your sentence.

“…pretty.” you giggle, closing the distance between you to adjust the sailor tie around his neck. he could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat, maybe two.

#love.c. #aotm #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff

[withlovemark]

hi again, i’m on another rewatch of stranger things and i miss steve + it’s been a year since we last saw him and i’m inspired so i’m in the process of a new fic :3

here’s a very small, unedited part (for anyone who cares) <3

title: all of the moments that led me to you.

an excerpt from “the heart-to-heart” moment:

“i just-i get it,” he calms himself down, forming his thoughts.

“if it makes you feel better, it’s not at all better being on the opposite side, i wished people looked at me less. i wish i didn’t have to go to all these parties just for them to respect me. i completely gave up on school because everyone has already expected me to fail and i started to believe them. it’s tiring having to pretend i’m this “king steve,” he quotes, “when really i am spiraling and have no fucking clue what i even want in life.”

thankful for the spilled truths and ajar doors, you cast him a smile, “fuck stereotypes.”

#love.c. #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things

[withlovemark]

Not me following you because of your last Steve fic and then going through your masterlist and realizing you’re the author of one my favorite Steve fics ever (Everywhere series) ❤️❤️❤️

oh my goodness, you’re too kind, thank you a thousand times for saying this! 💌

i’ve reread everywhere recently and noticed so many plot holes lol (but you definitely made me feel better about it 🥺)

#love.c.

[withlovemark]

started writing the last chapter 🤭

will try to have it up by the end of this week! :>

#love.c. #everywhere we were there #i’ll follow you everywhere #everywhere

[withlovemark]

hi!! idk if anyone will see this but ch. 3 of everywhere will be posted a little later in the next week! my schedule has been super busy and i haven’t had any chance to sit down and write ;-; (i only have 3 paragraphs down lol)

i haven’t even watched volume 2 of stranger things!! 😭😭

but anyways thank you for reading and for all the kind words! it’s really motivating <3

#love.c. #everywhere we were there #i’ll follow you everywhere