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how people can change

steve harrington x gn!byers!reader

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warnings: swearing, like one use of y/n, mentions of season one steve's bullshit, mentions of death, enemies to friends to more type beat

a/n: my very first *full* steve fic. look at us. who woulda thought? not me. i've been working on this since february. don't look at me, i know. i know. but i think i've gotten some sort of hold on how i'd like to write steve. some of the dialogue (season 2) isn’t mine. (also the title is a lyric from strange by celeste!) let me know what you think, okay? i love you. steve loves you. don't tell me if it's bad.

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November 1984

The door slams behind you with a deafening thud, and you take the extra five seconds to lock it. You know, that action no one else in your family seems to be capable of performing.

The house is quiet, and you step over the map of Hawkins sprawling over the hardwoods, careful not to damage Will’s work.

Your keys clang against the table, knocking into your mother’s ashtray. It’s dead quiet again, and you freeze at a subtle interruption in the silence. There’s a muffled sound coming from somewhere else in your home, and frankly you’ve had enough of everything the last couple of days. Which is why Joyce sent you home to get some sleep, to clear your head.

There’s no denying that you have a soft spot for Will. He’s always been your buddy. And you love Jonathan, you do, and he’s got this sick ability to know what you’re thinking or feeling before you do, but he doesn’t need your protection like Will does.

Will is your best friend. And he’s got one hell of a support system with you, Jonathan and your mom behind him. He deserves the world. You’ve always thought that.

You quickly infer that it’s a walkie making the sound, based on the staticky crackle, the slightly muffled voice of whoever’s trying to get through from the other side.

Yours is off—you know it is—so it has to be Will’s. Jonathan was too good for a walkie-talkie.

You step down the hallway, pushing your younger brother’s bedroom door the rest of the way open. You scan the small area for it, listening.

“Code red! This is a code red! I repeat, this is a good red! Shit, is anyone there?”

You snatch up the device, extending the antenna.

“Dustin? Is that you?”

“Jesus christ! Where have you been?” Dustin exclaims, and you swear you can hear someone else interfering with his words.

“Sorry! I wasn’t home. What’s wrong?” You sit on the edge of Will’s bed. It’s so much comfier than yours.

“It’s Dart! He’s, he’s just…you know what? It’s a long story. Where are you right now?”

This time you definitely hear another voice, and maybe even music.

“Dart? You kept him, right? I fucking knew it, Henderson! You’re so not a good liar.”

“That’s for sure.” You can’t place the voice, not over the walkie and over Dustin’s rambling, but you do catch that and it’s enough to leave you curious.

The boy starts to argue back, but you cut him off. “Dustin, who are you with?”

“Uh,” he coughs, “Well you see, um…Steve Harrington. I’m with Steve Harrington.”

Dustin gets a severe eye roll from said partner-in-crime, but he brushes it off.

“What?” You’re so confused. How did that even happen?

“I know! But everyone’s been MIA!”

“Oh my god,” you say, and Dustin can practically see you face-palming.

“Look,” he shoves a handful of rogue curls back under the brim of his hat. “Can you just meet up with us? The old junkyard?”

You push off of Will’s bed, and start walking through the house again, retrieving your things. So much for a nap or eating anything other than hospital Jell-O. What are you gonna say? Fuck no?

“Yeah, yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thank god,” Dustin breathes. “See you then. Over.”

You make sure to check the batteries in Will’s walkie before you go, and then you’re back in your car again, backing out just as aggressively as your mother (something you said you’d never do).

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“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett. You tell anyone I just told you that, and your ass is grass you’re dead, Henderson. Do you understand?”

“Yep.”

“Okay.”

Dustin goes quiet for a minute, watching each step he takes. The train tracks are old, and there are one too many loose nails for his liking. “So what’s Y/N got against you, man?”

Steve adjusts one of the gloves he’s wearing, trying not to think about the fact that he’s gonna smell like raw meat for who knows how long. “Uh, I don’t know, exactly. Never really talked to them before. But I’d assume it’s the–”

“The assholery?” Dustin interrupts.

“Dude.”

“What? It’s true.”

“No, yeah, you’re right.”

Dustin catches the slip in Steve’s attitude almost immediately. “Hey, they’re good, okay? I don’t think you’re a total dick, if that means anything. You’re trying and that’s what matters, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, we will. Thanks, Henderson.”

Dustin gives Steve a winning smile. This kid could rule the world, he thinks.

“Anytime,” Harrington. He lifts his hand up, awaiting a fist bump that Steve returns without a second thought.

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You wander down the trail of raw meat you’ve found, not bothering to even question what's happening or where the meat came from. Frankly, you don’t really want to know.

At the end of your path, you catch a glimpse of familiar curls, even if they are crushed under the red brim of a hat.

“Dustin?”

The boy practically gives himself whiplash turning around to face you.

“Holy shit, I’m so glad you’re here. It’ll be nice to have someone older than me who’s not a total pain in the ass.”

“Hey, I heard that.”

The voice pulls your attention away from Dustin. When you look up, Steve Harrington is walking out of the biggest vehicle in this abandoned lot: a school bus. He’s wiping his hands on his jeans and pushing the ends of his sleeves up.

Dustin looks at you. “You guys have to be acquaintances at the least, right?”

You nod at him, feeling your face burn. If there’s a word for a less-than-acquaintance, you don’t know it. But that’s probably where your relationship with this boy lies. King Steve isn’t really someone you just miss.

But yeah, you know him. You know he’s a dick.

“Hi.” Steve pushes his sunglasses up into his hair and crosses his arms.

“Hi.”

You only look at him for a moment before your eyes are back on Dustin. The younger boy notices the tension radiating from you, and honestly, he gets it. Steve Harrington wasn’t exactly the person he’d planned on spending his day with, but here he was. Desperate times call for desperate measures or whatever.

“So what are we doing?” You ask.

Dustin puts his thumbs underneath the straps of his backpack, bouncing on the balls of his feet a little. “It’s a long story. Best if we talk while we work.”

You roll your eyes at him, but follow the thirteen-year-old wherever he wants to go. You’re not sure you could deny Dustin Henderson anything.

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You watch as Max, a young girl you’ve just met, stomps up the steps of the ladder you’ve rigged inside the mess of a bus that you’re camped out in.

Your chest aches because what Dustin just said to her was rude, it was rude, and you can’t believe the two of them. You sit, arms crossed and leg shaking up and down, glaring at Steve.

You find it hard to believe that after everything you’ve learned tonight, about Dart, about Mews—which you’re never going to get over because you only visit Dustin’s house for his cat, never him—that this is what they’re doing now.

“That’s good,” Steve says. “Just show her you don’t care.”

Dustin is pacing, hands deep in his pockets. “I don’t,” he breathes.

Steve winks. Watching the two of them is like watching a tennis match. You don’t even like tennis.

“Why are you winking, Steve?”

You drag your hand down your face, sick of hearing this stupid ass conversation. When Dustin sits, the constant clink of metal where Steve keeps flicking his lighter open over and over starts to give you a headache.

“Fuck, Steve, would you quit it already?”

He scoffs, snapping the lid to his Zippo closed harder than he had been before. “What’s your problem?”

“You’re pissing me off, that’s my problem.”

Steve’s brow furrows. He doesn’t really understand the sudden need for aggression.

“Is this really the time for you to be yelling at me?”

“Is this really the time for you to be a dick?”

Dustin jerks the antenna on his walkie down, clearly sick of the two of you. “Would you children stop bickering? This is a life or death situation we have going on here.”

“I’d prefer death,” you proclaim.

Dustin glares at you. “I can arrange that if you’d really rather die, than act civil for one evening.”

“I think all of the civility,” you gesture vaguely with your hands, “went out the window when you asked me to come help fight demo-dogs.”

Steve snorts at your words, and you glare at him, an “oh, is that funny?” look on your face.

Dustin rearranges the hat on his head, stuffing his curls underneath it once again. “Alright. I’m gonna go check on our status, you two…work shit out, okay?”

“Dude,” Steve starts, “I’m older than you. I don’t have to listen to your instructions.” He gestures vaguely with his hands.

Dustin flips him off, and that’s the only response Steve receives, leaving the two of you alone in the bus.

You remain quiet, hoping that if you do you might just disappear or dissolve into the cracked leather of the seat you're sitting on. Then there really wouldn’t be any form of confrontation.

Steve starts flipping the lid to his Zippo open and shut repeatedly again, but this time it doesn’t annoy you. In fact, it gives you something to focus on, and you know that if you had one you’d be doing the same exact thing.

You wonder if he’s nervous. Or just bored.

Your knee begins to bounce when you realize that he’s looking at you, that he’s stopped messing with the lighter. But you refuse to look back, staring instead at the way the moonlight glints off of the metal in between his fingers.

“So what’s your problem with me?”

The way Steve says those words is so unlike the way he’s spoken the rest of the day, the way he’s behaved with Dustin, that you feel a pang in your chest.

He sounds like he used to.

“Did you even hear that? How conceded you just sounded? Like it’s funny that I might have a problem with you, king Steve?”

Obviously the use of his nickname hits a nerve. He shoves the lighter back into his pocket and sits up, tucking his hands under his knees.

“Would you just cut the shit and tell me what your problem is then?”

You sit up, matching his stance. There’s a part of you that wants to piss him off. You ache for it.

“You’re a dick, that’s my problem.”

Steve scoffs.

“That’s it? Like I don’t already know that?”

You roll your eyes, oblivious to the fact that all three of the younger kids you’re with have their heads hung over the escape latch in the top of the bus, listening eagerly.

“You think I’m just gonna put up with you, Harrington? I’m sorry, did you forget the slut shaming you and your shitty friends did publicly last fall? Because I sure as hell didn’t. I didn’t forget that you walk around like you fucking own the entirety of Hawkins because you’re swimming in daddy’s money. I didn’t forget that your girlfriend took my best friend away from me.”

You stop, and Steve just looks at you. You realize how heavy you’re breathing and subconsciously watch the steady movement of his chest, trying to match the pace and calm down. You hadn’t meant to get worked up like that. But sometimes…sometimes shit just happens.

Steve sighs. Honestly he feels a little sick. And he could argue with you some more, say that you don’t know what you’re talking about, that that’s the past, that he’s getting better. But that feels shallow. It feels meaningless. Because he knows it’s true. That in worrying about only himself or getting the girl or impressing whoever, he hurt loads more people than he realized.

It’s such bullshit, he thinks. This life he’s been living.

“You know, I’ve gotten plenty of earfuls about my actions from Dustin, I promise you that much. He can be very mean.”

You snort, considering there’s absolutely no denying that. “He’s a smart kid.”

Steve nods. He’s trying to think of a way to respond. He’s not good with words.

“Look, I-I know I’m a dick, okay?” he starts. You decide to be brave and look at him. He seems to like that. The eye contact. It’s like it lets him know you’re paying attention. He doesn’t get a lot of that, not away from school.

“The thing with Nancy,” he gestures with his hands, looking away from you and at the wall of the bus, like it hurts him to talk about or something. “I don’t know. My solution to not getting what I wanted was apparently to take it out on her. Tommy H. proposed the idea, and I didn’t stop it.”

“You know I cleaned it off, right?” he continues.

You uncross your arms and sit up, criss crossing your legs instead. “No. I didn’t know that.”

“It’s okay. It’s not like I broadcasted the information across Hawkins. Tommy and Carol don’t even know.”

Oh. The fact that they didn’t know tells you that he did it without needed recognition. He did it because he wanted to.

“I just—she saw it. And then there was the whole thing…”

You start to grin before you catch yourself, but he sees it.

“It’s okay, you can laugh. I got the shit beat out of me.”

“You deserved it.”

He can’t argue with that. He won’t argue with it. “You’re right. I did. I said and did a lot that day that I regret.”

You nod, and then you’re both just looking at one another. It’s quiet out here, the same quiet you get at home, where you can hear the crickets, where you know there will be lightning bugs in the warmer months, free to roam uninterrupted by human activity.

Steve pushes his hair from his forehead, and though he sees you track the movement of his hand, he doesn’t point it out.

“What did you mean about your friend?”

If you’re being honest with yourself, you hadn’t intended for that to come out, but being in such close proximity to Steve in this moment had just made everything spill out.

You try to wave him off. “That was a whole thing. I didn’t mean to spill my guts like that.”

“No, it’s okay, I want to know. If you want to tell me, that is.”

You nod, chewing at your thumb nail now. Steve has the urge to reach forward and pull it free so you won’t hurt yourself, but he doesn’t. Instead he stays still and quiet, watching you contemplate a while.

Eventually he decides to keep going.

“I’m trying, you know,” he tells you. You look up and it gives him that little push to continue speaking. “To be better. I know you think I’m a total dick, and you’re not wrong, I know that, but I really am trying to be better. To be a good influence on those little shits.” He quirks his head upwards where he knows all three of his charges are eavesdropping, without a doubt.

You take a second and look at him. Really look at him. He seems to carry himself differently, though it’s not something you’d notice if you weren’t looking. He’s not dressed like his mommy picked out his outfit. He looks messy. The mess draws you in.

“I believe you. And I-I know I shouldn’t stereotype you, but it’s just—”

“I am a walking stereotype,” Steve grins. So do you.

“Yeah. I guess so. But I believe that you’re working on it. I suppose some people don’t remain assholes forever.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, though a little distracted. You still haven’t told you what you meant, but that’s not what’s really bugging him.

There’s this pull inside him. This longing for a friend. A real friend. Not someone he knows just because their dads were up each other's asses, or someone he just sits with at lunch because they’re of the same status quo.

And he just feels so alone right now. What with Nancy, this girl he thought he was in love with and everything, but clearly she doesn’t feel the same. What’s he even supposed to do with that? Did he ever actually know anything about her?

It doesn’t matter.

What matters is that he’s sitting here with you, hanging out with thirteen-year-olds and hiding from creatures Steve’s brain can’t even begin to decipher.

“Barb,” you say. Steve panicked a little internally at the mention of her name, considering. But he keeps his eyes on you, focused on each word that leaves your mouth. “She was my best friend, in middle school that is.”

He nods. Oh. Oh.

“We were still close when we got to high school, had a little group and everything, right? And even though high school kinda fucks everything up, I didn’t want to believe that would happen to our little partnership, you know?”

He nods again, trying his best to pay attention. He’s trying harder than he ever has in school. He probably shouldn’t ever say that out loud.

“Anyways, she was my best friend. She was all I knew, and then we got to lovely Hawkins High, and she met Nancy. Nancy and I never really clicked, even when we tried. I guess it’s because I’ve always thought she was a pretentious bitch—sorry, Steve—but I don’t know. We just fell apart after that.”

“So Barb had Nancy and I had…no one. And the way my brain saw it was Nancy took my best friend from me, and then Nancy started seeing you, and so I saw those two from across the cafeteria, lounging with the popular kids. With you. And then she died.”

Steve is looking at you in a way he’s never looked at you before. Like he’s in awe of you. And it’s not anything negative. It’s warm. Understanding. Like something you’ve said has straightened something out in his brain, sorted something he couldn’t figure out on his own.

“S-so it was like we took her from you, in a way?” he asks.

“Yeah. And you didn’t. God, you didn’t. But it just felt like this…” you trail off, searching for the right words.

“Domino effect?”

“Yeah! Yeah. Exactly. And it’s not your fault, not at all. But I guess I already saw you as some dickish rich kid and that gave me another reason to stay the fuck away from you. And now that I’m saying it out loud I realize how awful it sounds because people change, you know?”

“No, I get it. I’ve been an asshole, and I’m sure I still am—Dustin can attest to that—but there are rich assholes that don’t change or probably won’t ever change. I know a few of them.”

You go quiet again. Steve doesn’t want you to stop talking. He’s starting to think he likes the sound of your voice.

“It’s good that you’re changing, Steve. I’m sorry I said you were such a dick.”

A breathy laugh leaves his throat. “It’s okay, I promise. I’m sorry for…everything.”

“Maybe we can make a truce or something. Start over. It’s not like we really know each other that well anyhow.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s cool. Whatever you want.” He means that. He thinks he’d do whatever you wanted him to.

“Okay. Maybe we can just try and figure it out.”

“I’d like that,” Steve says. He stops himself from proclaiming that he wants to try and fix this with you. Because you’re listening to him. You’re not mad. He doesn’t want you to disappear on him after this.

You give him a small smile and he swears he might cry. Not that that feeling lasts.

“Hey!” Dustin is leaning down into the bus, hands clasped together. “I’m so glad we’ve got this handled, but we’ve got a code red, so let’s get this show on the road, yeah?”

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June 1985

The door to the back room swings open, a frazzled boy rushing in. You drop your candy wrapper on the table, and Robin keeps talking about the girl that you missed coming in this morning. She was “such a babe.”

“Hello?” Steve stands in front of the both of you, hands on his hips. You have to fight back a laugh.

Your eyes find Steve’s immediately, and you swear they soften, but maybe you’re imagining it. You nudge Robin’s leg where your foot is propped up on one of the supports under her chair.

She stops flailing and looks up, seeing Steve’s hand raised where he’d been about to snap to get her attention. She quirks a brow. “Don’t you snap at me, Harrington! This is important shit.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Could you two come and help me? I’m dying out here!”

It’s one of the hottest days of the year, and Scoops has had a line since it opened at ten.

You look at your watch. “My shift doesn’t start for…fifteen minutes.” He rolls his eyes at you, though the gesture is void of any malice it could possibly hold.

“Yeah, well this is supposed to be my break, so get out there, Buckley!”

She stands, though she’s pouting. “Come on.”

“You took the job,” he says, shoving her through the door. Robin gives him a look that you can’t see, but you can practically feel it from across the small room.

Steve lets out an exaggerated sigh, ripping off the hat he’s been wearing and throwing it on the table in front of you.

You watch him rummage through a bag before he emerges from its depths with a banana and throws himself down in the chair across from you, lifting your leg up from where you’d moved it to occupy the seat Robin had abandoned. His hand is warm on the bare skin of your calf, and he shifts the chair some, laying your leg across both of his.

“Steve.”

“Huh?” He peels the banana, aggressively fast actually, and rips off a chunk, popping it into his mouth.

“Why do you have a banana?”

He meets your eyes. “Snack, duh.” He chews, and then gestures at the closed window. “Been working up a sweat out there I think I deserve a break.”

You grin at him, and he feels like he might hit the floor.

“Want some?” Steve pulls off a chunk and holds it out to you.

“Did you wash your hands?”

He gasps, mid-chew, and forces himself to swallow. “D-did I—yes, I washed my hands, mom, I’m not four.”

“Eh,” Robin’s voice breaks your little bubble. She’s pulled the window open–that way she can eavesdrop– propping herself up on her elbows.

That makes you laugh, and when you smile your cheek is full of banana and Steve swears something is breaking inside of him.

“Gang up on me then why don’t you,” he says, handing you the last piece he’s got left. He tosses the peel in the trash, “what do you want anyhow, Robin?”

“Your break is up, and her shift has started. Let’s get to slinging ice cream, shitheads!”

You wipe your hands on your shorts and hop up. Steve doesn’t move, just looks at you.

“C’mon, Steven. It’ll be lunch sooner than later.”

He grins. His eyes look tired and you wonder if he slept any last night. He told you once recently that he doesn’t always sleep well, that sometimes he has to listen to tapes in order to keep his head from being so busy, to keep the thoughts from being so loud.

Steve has told you a lot since last fall. There’s a significant bit more that you know that’s more than what he’s given Robin, but you know he’ll let her in. He just needs the time.

Though sometimes you think he might be giving you everything. The parts of himself he’s never shown anyone else. Because you’ve been such a good listener, and Steve’s never really had that before.

He wishes he had the balls to tell you more. But he can’t fuck it up this time. Not with you. You’re too good.

Steve is your best friend now. You know that. He knows it.

If yourself from a year ago could see you now, she’d probably knock your fucking teeth in. But he’s just so much more than you thought. You’re not sure you’ll ever forgive yourself for not thinking there could be more in him, though he’s told you not to be upset. You’ve told him the same when he berates himself for not having paid you more attention in school.

It’s the past. You can’t live there. And today, you’re scooping ice cream for pre-sticky kids, for shitty pay, but it doesn’t matter because you have him. You have Robin.

You stick out your hand, and Steve takes it without a second thought. His palm engulfs yours, skin warm and a little calloused.

“We can watch whatever you want tonight.”

He squeezes your hand. You and Robin are supposed to have a sleepover with him tonight. He suggested he sleep in a guest room and you two have his bed, but Robin said she needs to be cuddled. You said you’re not letting him sleep anywhere but his bed.

“I thought you wanted to watch Girls Just Want to Have Fun.”

“I always wanna watch that. But you can pick first, Stevie.”

Stevie. His stomach flips at that. You don’t let it out often, but when you do it’s like Steve might just die right there.

He straightens, deal clearly made, and you pull him up–not that you need to.

You push through the door with him, and immediately regret it. It’s like the soccer moms can smell your fear, and you know it.

“Breathe,” Steve says. “Dustin’s here.”

He is. The entire party. That you can deal with.

You think you could deal with an absurd line and angry mothers for the rest of your life if it meant assembling Dustin and Lucas’ weird orders. Even if you have to endure Will’s questioning looks and his pleas that you bring some ice cream home. If you have to listen to Robin’s word vomit.

If it meant spending time with Steve, you’d do it.

God, how shit changes.

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The Battle of Starcourt Mall

pairing: steve harrington x female byers!reader

WC: 6.8K

warnings: cursing, blood. think that’s it…

summary: the final boss level

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

so what i’ve decided to do is stop this chapter after the fire and since the last like ten minute take place three months later i’ve decided to use that for my in betweens. kinda weird ik BUT THIS IS MY FIC I DO AS I PLEASE!!!!

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It was a scene from a horror movie.

Tears of blood dripped from El’s nose as she continued her wails of pain, her screams filling the empty mall. Beneath the skin of her injured leg, something squirmed restlessly. It pushed at her flesh, trying to break to the surface and it was only making her cry and squeeze Mike’s hand tighter.

“What is that?” Erica leaned in for an inspection. “There’s something in there.” Was Mike’s simple answer.

El screamed higher, “No!” “Jesus Christ,” A mutter from Dustin’s lips.

Jonathan pushed off the floor and talked over El’s vocals, “Keep her talking. Keep her awake, okay?” And he ran off to the food court.

El’s chest was panting slower and her eyes blinked slowly a few times. Mike started to shake her shoulder, “Hey, hey, hey. Stay awake, stay awake.” He looked to Dustin for assistance, “Let’s get her on this side, on this side.”

Nancy and Steve rushed to aid their help, El now leaning her back on Mike’s chest. “You know, it’s not actually that bad,” Robin spoke for the first time after five minutes, a new record for her. “There was a… The goalie on my soccer team, Beth Wildfire, this other girl slid into her leg and the bone came out of her knee. Six inches or something, it was insane.” Everyone’s eyes were on her, wondering why she was telling this story.

“Robin,” Steve called her. “Yeah?” She breathly exhaled as she looked at him. “You’re not helping.” “I’m sorry.”

You looked up when Jonathan came rushing back, his sneakers squeaking on the polished tiles. He held a kitchen knife and a wooden spoon in his left hand. “Okay. Alright, El?” A courtesy question. “This is gonna hurt like hell, okay?”

Her sobs shook her petite frame, “Okay,” Wrapped in snot and tears.

“Need you to stay real still.” He used the calm adult voice that he pulled on you and Will if either of you got hurt. He slipped flimsy prep gloves on his dormant hand. “Here, you’re gonna want to bite down on this okay?” Passing the spoon into Mike’s outstretched hand and he placed it between her teeth as she bit hard.

Jonathan held the knife and lowered it slowly to the wound. “Holy shit. Holy shit.” Dustin repeated as Jonathan sank the sharp point into her infected wound. Her screams were still loud even with her mouth muffled.

“I’m gonna be sick,” Talking to yourself with sweaty hands holding the queasiness inside. Steve’s larger stature blocked the gruesome sight from your tired eyes. A hand pushing your face into his chest. The noises, El’s screams, and sobs mixed with everyone’s gasps or whines echoed in your eardrums. You couldn’t see what was happening after the cut was made, but it wasn’t any better. Nancy screamed Jonathan’s name and he yelled back, “Stop talking! God damn it!”

Then El’s cracked and tired voice, “No! Stop it!” Grunts followed with a whimper, “I can do it.”

You moved your head when everything grew silent. You were still tucked into Steve as you watched El sit up and stretched out her right arm over the bleeding wound. Her arm shook from all the energy that was being spent from her, all eyes watching as she hurt herself. Her screams grew in volume as the unknown was wiggling away from her telepathic grasp. They grew loud in frustration that the lights flickered and the glass from Levi’s display shattered to pieces, Steve turned your body away from the specks.

With some more steam power, El was able to grip the unknown and tug it out of her body. It was a small thing, almost looking like charred flesh as she held it in front of her face. With a grunt she threw it a foot away, all of you just watching as it slowly crawled further away. No one made a move to finish the job as you were all stunned when Hopper stomped a giant black boot hard into the creature.

And there stood an odd trio. Joyce, Hopper, and some bushy-bearded balding man (who was dressed in some short shorts) you didn’t know.

Only took one minute max before your brain kicked into gear. You untangled yourself from Steve’s protective hold and took one, two, three hesitant steps as you croaked, “Mom?” She moved away from the taller men and you rushed forward into her open arms. You almost knocked her over with the force of missing her touch and gentle pets.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” She shushed you and held you tight. Salty tears webbed your lashes together and marked her flannel top. You almost worried she was a mirage, a figment of your tired and bruised brain to keep you calm in a stressful moment. But she was real, you could tell by the way she held you tighter and tucked her face into your neck.

“I’ve missed you.” A whispered confession. “I’ve missed you too, honey. I’ve missed you too.”

Her hands grabbed your upper arms and pulled you away, motherly touches pushed loose hair and flyaways. Her palms cupped your cheeks like you were fine china as she examined your Russian party gifts. “What happened to my beautiful girl?

Your bottom lip wobbled as you joked, “Russian bullies. It’s been a long day, Mom.” Her open brown eyes started to gloss over with wet tears and you couldn’t have that. So you jumped to ask, “Where- Where have you been? And-” You looked over her shoulder to look at the unknown man beside Hopper, “-Who is that man?”

Her tangled curls swung with the motion of her head while peeking at the men and then back to you, “Oh, uh… Also Russian stuff.” You couldn't help the high raise of your mouth as you sputtered, “Wh-What? More Russians?”

“Uh…Why don’t we all go sit down? All of us and just go over everything.”

“The Mind Flayer built this monster in Hawkins, to stop El, kill her, and pave a way into our world,” Mike spoke with his hands while giving the simple details of the events leading up to tonight for their group. Nancy also pitched in, “And it almost did. That was just one tiny piece of it.”

Everyone congregated by the turned-off fountain, standing in a circle. Hopper and El sat on the wooden bench beside the structure as he held a wet paper towel to her forehead and she sipped quietly on her straw. Joyce sat next to her as she rewrapped the wound closed. And even though you knew the time wasn’t right for couple displays, you couldn’t help but sink into Steve’s arms as he held you to his chest. His chin rested at the crown of your head as you held his hands in their infinity hold.

“How big is this thing?” Hopper asked. His eyes checked over El as Jonathan answered “It’s big. Thirty feet, at least.”

“Jesus,” You whispered just imagining something that huge. Probably takes up the whole space of the mall where you’re all talking. “It sorta destroyed your cabin,” Lucas tacked on. You heard the deep sigh from Hopper and Lucas’, “Sorry.”

“Okay, so, just to be clear,” Steve’s chest vibrated into your back with his talking, “This… This big fleshy spider thing that hurt El, it’s some kind of gigantic…weapon?” Your scalp tingles from the movement of his chin.

“Yes,” Nancy replied quickly. Her features turned a bit annoyed and you wanted to get defensive with her. But Steve continued to ask his question about this…fleshy monster. “But instead of, like, screws and metal, the Mind Flayer made its weapon… with melted people.”

“Yes, exactly.” Her permed hair hits her face. You felt Steve shrug his shoulders, “Yeah, okay. I- Yeah, I’m just making sure.” He tugged you even closer into his body. You gave his hands three squeezes.

“Are we sure this thing is still out there, still alive?” Joyce questioned. “El beat the shit out of it,” Max pointed out, “But, yeah, it’s still alive.” Disappointed evident in her tone.

“But if we close the gate again-” “We cut the brain off from the body.” “And kill it. Theoretically.” Will, Max, then Lucas finished the single train of thought.

Everyone went quiet again. They were probably thinking of the next plan of action, the attack plan to bring the demon to the ground. You were just hearing white noise and staring blankly at all the different shoes as you tried to blanket Steve over you. You were so close to the end, you had to keep reminding yourself about that, it’ll be all over tonight and everything can go back to its relative normal.

A loud shout of, “Yoo-hoo!” Bounced in the empty space followed by paper rustling. Steve turned the both of you at an angle to see that the mystery man, Murray, was waving yellow papers in the air. He bypassed the group and stopped in front of the dining table as he slammed the papers down. He looked over his shoulder and frantically waved his arms while yelling, “Class! Over here! Over here!” And everyone internally groaned as you took the short trip.

You stuck near the back, Steve leaning over your shoulder as the both of you looked down at the lined paper to try and make sense of the drawing before your eyes.

“Okay, this is what Alexei called “the hub”.” You wanted to ask who this Alexei was but stayed quiet. “Now, the hub takes us to the vault room.” Murray slid his finger down the drawn path.

“Okay, where’s the gate?” Hopper inquired. Murray took a moment before, “Right here.” Pointing at a different section on the paper map. “I don’t know the scale on this, but I think it’s fairly close to the vault room, maybe fifty feet or so.” Dragging his pointer finger from end to end.

“More like five hundred.” Erica’s snarky voice stopped the adults as she walked toward them. “What, you’re just gonna waltz in there like it’s commie Disneyland or something?”

You noted the raise of Hopper’s brows at Erica’s tone and Murray vocally asked, “I’m sorry, who are you?” “Erica Sinclair. Who are you?” Sassying the bald man back. His expression was plain and simple as he said his first and last name.

“Listen, Mr. Bunman,” Purposely mispronounces his last name, “I’m not trying to tell you how to do things, but I’ve been down that shithole for twenty-four hours.” Turning away from Murray and directly looking into Hopper’s eyes, “And with all due respect, you do what this man tells you, you’re all gonna die.” Hopper’s brows scrunched in the middle.

You would say she’s exaggerating, but knowing what was down there, they didn’t know what they could be walking into. Their schematics were just based on one person’s view, not knowing the actual distance from room to room. So yeah, they would be in danger.

“I’m sorry, why is this four-year-old speaking to me?” “Um, I’m ten, you bald bastard!”

“Erica!” Both you and Lucas called for her to stop. Shocked by all this language she most likely learned from the boys. “Just the facts!” Defending herself to her brother.

“She’s right.” Dustin stepped beside her, taking her side. “You’re all gonna die, but you don’t have to. Excuse me. Sorry, may I?” Pointing at Murray’s paper. The man flashed a sarcastic smile and shook his head with a, “Please,” Tacked on.

Dustin and Erica took a seat at the table, Dustin grabbing a pen from his pocket and pointing at a square box. “Okay, see this room here? This is a storage facility.” He circled it. “There’s a hatch in here that feeds into their underground ventilation system.” He then took the pen and drew a line to the over end of the paper, “That will lead you to the base of the weapon.”

“Wait, sorry.” Suddenly speaking up, eyes on you. “Was this where the two of you went when we got taken?” Just needed clarification. “Duh,” Was Erica’s only answer. “Okay. Continue.” Stepping into Steve’s chest, his arms thrown over your stomach.

“It’s a bit of a maze down there, but between me and Erica, we can show you the way.” Full seriousness in Dustin’s words as the two nodded together.

“You can show us the way?” The tone of voice he used was a mix of confusion and amusement. Two kids acting all high and mighty with more information than the adults. Dustin held a hand towards Hop, “Don’t worry, you can do all the fighting and the dangerous hero shit, and we’ll just be your… navigators.”

One nod of his head before a simple, “No,” fell from his lips. And this was exactly the reason you wanted Hopper to know about this from the beginning. “Nope.” A second confirmation at the two before he walked away. You were so happy you didn’t have to be the adult in the situation anymore.

Everyone split up into their different groups until it was time to fully split up. You, Robin, and Steve walked to Hut Sam. All of you hopped onto the counter, Robin with her legs crossed as she held her ankles and leaned her head to the wall. You and Steve sat near the end with your legs mindlessly kicking the air, Steve’s left hand in your grasp as you played with his fingers, specifically his marriage finger.

“Hey,” The single word ghosted your ear. At normal speed, you moved your attention away from his rough hand and moved your eyes onto his damaged face. Your right hand moved to touch the side of the swollen eye, the pads of your fingers touching him as if he was fine china. One wrong move and he’ll break into millions of tiny pieces. “Oh, my Stevie.”

He moved his head quickly so he could plant a lingering kiss on the heel of your hand before fully leaning into your touch. “I’m sorry. Again. For this.” He slipped two fingers under the hem of your shorts, his thumb sat on the scratchy material.

“I forgive you.” At this point you truly do. It seemed no matter what you could have done, the horrors of Hawkins will always find a way to pull your group of family back into its pull. “I just… I just want you to listen to me. How I’m feeling when it comes to getting involved. Don’t disregard my feelings, you and I, along with everyone, have some sort of trauma they’ve taken from this. And you might hide it or joke about it, but you know I suffer because of it every day or night.”

Steve made sure he was looking directly into your eyes, his hand holding your thigh. “I know, I will. I got swept up in- in- I don’t even know. But if you need to, slap me, hit me, yell at me. Anything to make sure it gets through my thick skull, I don’t want to be the cause of your pain and sadness.”

Both of you sat in silence, hands touching any space of skin. You moved your hand from his cheek and used your thumb and index finger to hold Steve’s chin and pull him to you. It was a press of chapped lips before it moved to a slow dance that ended too short for comfort. Steve gave a quick peck before fully leaning away, a pleasant smile as he was bathed in the neon of pink and purple.

“Lovebirds!” Your heads snapped in the direction of the shout. Dustin waved a hand frantically and you both knew it meant there was a mission to be conducted. Steve moved first and grabbed your hand to pull you behind him. Dustin threw a set of keys that Steve was able to catch mid-air, “What’s this for?”

“Car out front,” Hopper stated. Dustin, Erica, and Robin were already heading in the direction of the front doors before the two of you caught up. You yelled, “See you later!” To everyone you were leaving behind.

Steve pushed the door open and then whistled, “Oh, man, now this… this is what I’m talkin’ about!” Excited about the open cruiser.

“Toddfather?” Robin questioned as the both of you spotted the license plate. You grimaced while walking to the passenger side. “Oh, screw Todd! Steve’s her daddy now.” He jumped into the driver's seat while you processed his words.

“Did you just talk about yourself in the third person?” “Did he just call himself daddy?” Robin and Erica are questioning your boy. You still needed to process the way Steve called himself daddy.

“Ew, gross. (Y/n), you better not be into that.” Robin whacked your shoulder from behind. You could only shake your head.

“All right, where are we going?” Steve turned the engine on. “Weathertop,” Dustin said over his shoulder. Steve turned in his seat, “Weather-what?”

“Just drive!” “Okay. Jesus!”

Steve threw his arm behind your seat and reversed the car before changing to drive and speeding out of the empty parking lot.

You weren’t sure how long the drives had been so far, but you know you’re far away from Starcourt now. The wind was wiping your sweaty hair into knots, smacking your eyes, and getting stuck in your mouth. Steve had a radio station turned to twenty, loud enough over the howling wind.

“Jesus, how far is this place, man?” Steve’s hands squeezed and loosened the leather steering wheel.

“Relax. We’re almost there.” Was Dustin’s only answer to Steve’s question. The older boy sighed and you noted the quick eye roll before he stepped hard down on the gas. Car going ninety in a sixty-five.

“Suzie must be pretty special, huh?” Robin shouted over the different sounds to talk to Dustin. “I mean, if you built this thing and lugged it all the way to the middle of nowhere just to talk to her?”

You turned in your seat, left side pressed to the leather so you could see everyone in the backseat. Robin is in the middle with the two kids on either side.

Dustin grinned at the mention of his Suzie. “I mean, nobody’s scientifically perfect, but Suzie’s about as close to being perfect as any human could possibly be.” And the sweet answer made you coo at the young ‘love’.

“She sounds made up to me,” Erica added her two cents. “Does she sound made up to you?” The words pointed at Steve then you.

“No, of course not!” Quickly saying your answer, even if you still weren’t one hundred percent. Steve stayed quiet as he looked your way and into the rearview mirror. As discreetly as you can, you backhanded his outer thigh.

“Why are you hesitating, Steve?” Dustin leaned forward. “I’m- I’m- I’m not! I’m not!” Shifting his hands, one on the wheel and the other in the air flinging about. “I think she sounds real. You know, totally, absolutely real.”

He looked your way and you widened your eyes to silently communicate, “Really?” Your scrutinizing of Steve’s words was shut off when Dustin shouted, “Left. Turn left.”

“There’s not a road here.” Nothing but fields of grass. But Dustin was insisting, “Turn left now!”

“Jesus! Hang on!” Steve’s right hand held your thigh as he turned the wheel sharply on his left. Everyone was thrown from the quick force and then jolted from the bumpy road and the wired fence the car drove through.

“Whoa! Henderson, where are we going?!” “Up!”

The radio song was fitting with the lyrics syncing to the situation. The car was going up a steep hill and it was slow as it got higher.

“Oh, Jesus!” “We’re not gonna make it!” Robin yelled in your ear. Steve pressed the gas to the floor. “Yes, we are. Come on, baby. Come on, baby!” And if you weren’t stressed your mind would have gone to places from the last few days.

When the car reached the peak the engine strained under the gravity and dirt. Steve stomped the gas pedal multiple times, “Come on! Come on!” Grunted under his breath. The tires just screeched from the revving. “Guess the Toddfather had its limitations.” A mindless comment as you looked toward Steve. And sighed then shut the car off.

Everyone hopped out of the car and trucked up the last couple of feet. Your thighs burned and chested huffed, never one for the exercise of any sort…well only the fun kind.

“I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.” Wasting your breath just to grumble your vendetta.

Two hands are pushed into your back to keep your feet moving forward. You already knew it was Steve but his comment, “Come on, baby. So close.” Cause shameless flutters in your lower stomach and you swore your knees almost collapsed.

“Sounds like you’re talking to the car…daddy.” A teasing grin painted your sweaty and flushed cheeks. You heard the scuff but knew Steve enjoyed it from the squeeze to your back.

“You guys are gross. There are children present. Me included.” Robin chided as she passed the both of you.

As you reached the tip top there stood the radio tower, Ceribro. Dustin sprites forward to grab the walkie. He held the side button down and called, “Bald Eagle, this is Scoops Troop, do you copy?” He released the button and there was nothing, he repeated the call. “Bald Eagle, I repeat, this is Scoops Troop, do you copy?” Steve quietly paced back and forth.

Just as Dustin was getting ready to repeat the code it crackled with “Yes, I copy.” You all chuckle with relief, everyone moving into a tight circle.

“Call sign?” Dustin asked. “Dude, you’re gonna annoy him.” Having noticed the tone of voice through the radio. But Dustin didn’t care and Murray called back with, “Bald Eagle.”

“Please repeat.” “Bald Eagle. This is Bald Eagle!” Murray shouted.

With a winning smile, “Copy that. Good to hear your voice, Bald Eagle. What’s your twenty?”

“We reached the vent. I’ll contact you when I need you. Until then, silence.” He must have been so happy about that.

“Roger that, Bald Eagle. This is Scoops Troop, going radio silent. Ten-Ten, over.” Steve patted Dustin’s shoulder as he stood up.

You walked to the side, separating just by a foot, lowering yourself to the ground. Pulling your knees up you wrapped your arms to hold them close as you plopped your forehead to your knees. You were so tired, mentally and physically. If you had the money you would look into people that you could talk to, vaguely, about everything. Maybe you could barge one from the government?

The sound of footsteps caught your attention, but you didn’t turn your head. You had a feeling it was Steve and he would know to give you a few minutes of quiet even if you wanted his presence.

You dropped your left hand into the grass, a silent gesture if he was paying attention. And he always was. A second later he slipped his hand under yours, palm to palm, and curled his fingers in. Neither of you said anything, not wanting to or needing to at this moment. Just enjoying each other, that was all you needed.

“We should do star gazing as a date night. What’d ya’ say?” Steve pulled your linked hands up and pressed three kisses to the back of your hand, two on your knuckles.

You turned your head, ear, and cheek pressed into the scraped skin of your knees. Steve leaned his head forward, hair flopping over his forehead and into his eyes. He didn’t bother pushing it away, he kept his loving gaze zeroed in on you. Wanting your opinion, a reaction, you weren’t sure, but you gave him both.

“Would you make it super romantic, lover boy?” Teasing smirk to your scratched and bloody features.

He rolled his eyes, “Duh. What kind of boyfriend do you take me as?” And it unintentionally felt like a loaded question. And you knew it was the aftermath of Nancy, he needed constant reassurance. Whether he made it obvious or not, you will always give it to him.

In an awkward shuffle, moving your knees and twisting your body, you now sat in front of Steve. You held your empty hand out and did a ‘give me’ motion and he happily dropped his other hand to you. Like he did earlier you kissed his knuckles, multiple times until you heard that sweet-deep chuckle. You love when you make him flustered.

“Steve Harrington,” A kiss to his index finger to punctuate his name, “You are the best boyfriend I’ve ever gotten. And! And I know what you’re gonna say, “You’ve never had a boyfriend”, first of all, that means nothing.” A kiss to his middle, “Second, and this might sound horrible if I can’t word this right, but… I’m happy Nancy got time with you first.”

His brows scrunched in the middle while he wore a small pout and he tilted his head like a lost puppy. “Uh… Yeah. Yeah, that doesn’t- It’s not bad! Just doesn’t make the most sense?” He ducked his chin to his chest.

“Stevie…” You added a squeeze to his hands so he would look at you again. “You know how you were in high school. A total douchebag with only a sliver of gold in his heart.” And he didn’t disagree. He just bit into his bottom lip as you continued. “When you were with Nancy after the whole thing happened. It’s like… you bumped your head. Nudge in the right direction for your emotional growth.”

“There’s a joke in there that I want to make, but I won’t for your sake.” Lips curling to stop a stupid boyish smile at an inappropriate joke. You just sighed, “No. Go on, oh funny one. Say it aloud.” Also excited to hear it.

“You’re my nudge for emotional growth.” “Oh! That’s- That’s so horrible! Just bad.”

Your giggles mixed as you leaned toward each other. When they died off and you both went quiet you couldn’t help as you whispered, “All the girls you’ve been with have made you the one I love. I get to see the real Steve Harrington. Every crack and jewel.”

His eyes softened while the ends of his lips turned up, “Another joke. But…That was…I love you.” A declaration as he moved his lips onto yours.

A pretty good star gazing date as you thought to yourself while smiling into Steve’s pink lips.

“Mr. and Mrs. Byers, we have a problem!” Robin shouted into the night. You dove in for one more lightning kiss before Steve pulled the both of you up and back to your group and the tower.

“What’s the problem?” Seeing how Dustin and Erica were listening intensely to the quiet radio and Robin had her arms crossed while biting at her thumb.

“There’s an emergency.” Erica relaid, in a nervous tone. That didn’t bode well for you. “Who's in trouble?”

Loud cracking from the walkie stopped any answer from them and heard the shout of “Scoops Troop, do you copy? We require evacuation! We’re trapped! Help!” And the line went dead. Loud roaring was the last thing heard over the transmission.

The shouting of Mike’s voice over the crackling comm sent chills down your spine and blood rushing through your veins from the animalist yell. When you looked back to the horizon with your eyes set on Starcourt, the lights were flickering. Just like that November day back in nineteen eighty-three, when you faced the Demogorgan.

“We gotta help them. We gotta go!” Shouting to everyone and mostly to yourself to kick you into gear. Beat-up converse carried you down the steep hill, almost tripping over yourself. Forgetting you didn’t hold the keys to the car, you yelled for Steve as you threw yourself into the driver's seat.

“Woah, hey I can-“ “Steve, just give me the damn keys!”

He stood for a second before sitting in the passenger, Robin tagging along in the back. The engine roared to life as you hightailed it back towards Starcourt.

“Is that-” “Billy’s Camaro.”

The Toddfather was waiting on the far side of the parking lot. The Wheeler’s hatchback was stationed in front of the mall and Billy’s car wasn’t too far away, the headlights beaming into the night. He was revving the engine, smoke billowing from the exhaust. Nancy stood like a waiting soldier, her arms held high as she held a gun, her aim steady.

“I need you guys to hold tight,” A quick command before you stepped down on the gas just as Billy launched forward, straight to Nancy and everyone.

“(Y/n), I don’t think this is a good idea!” Robin’s shaky plea passed your ears. Knuckles turning white from your death grip, mentally preparing for the impact. Steve’s hand fell on your thigh and squeezed the flesh, his blunt nails digging into your skin. “Baby, this is a stupid plan! But I love you no matter what!”

“I love you too, Steve! No matter what!”

The nose of the cruiser crashed into the passenger side of the blue Camaro, the two spun out until you turned it to a stop with the wheel and brake. It was like a shot went off beside your ear, a loud ringing that drowned everything out. Your heart was beating out your chest, quick and swallow pants puffing from your lips.

“Is everyone okay?” Shakiness to each letter. From the whiplash, your neck ached as you slowly turned to face Steve. He too was panting from adrenaline with his eyes set forward, then he looked your way. He loosened the grip on your thigh, you didn’t even notice. “Please don’t ever drive again.” Joking to take away the severity of the moment, you just nodded in compliance.

“Robin? Alive?” “Ask me tomorrow?” A weak thumbs up to her question.

The moment of catching breaths was interrupted by the horrific roaring coming from the mall. All three of you pulled yourselves up and leaned forward for a better view. “Oh, shit!” Robin exclaimed at the giant fleshy monster that climbed on the roof of Starcourt. You wanted to vomit from all the different emotions running through you.

Honking from a car turned heads. Nancy leaned through the window and shouted, “Get in!” All of you hurried to the trunk, legs, and arms knocking into each other while being crammed into the small space. Steve, being the last one beside you, shouted for Jonathan to start driving.

With tires screeching on asphalt, you peeled out and back to the road. The monster followed, it was quick and slow in its steps, keeping you within sight but only a few steps behind even with the car going one hundred.

Your heart was beating in your ears as you kept your eyes locked on the flesh monster that was tailing the Wheeler wagon.

A loud static filled the car and then two voices followed. “Dusty-bun, do you copy?” “I copy, Suzie-poo. It sounds much better now, thanks.”

“Dusty-bun?” Steve couldn’t help but repeat the nickname that the very much real Suzie called him. And you couldn’t help but follow with, “Suzie-poo?”

“Okay, so, listen, do you Planck’s constant?” “Do you know the Earth orbits the sun?” And you heard Dustin snicker over the comm. It was cute, but not the right time.

“Okay, so I know it starts with two sixes, and then a… w-what is it?” “Okay, let me just be clear on this. I haven’t heard from you in a week, and now you want a mathematical equation that you should know so you can…save the world?” “Suzie-poo, I promise, I will make it up to you as soon as possible.”

There was a short lull and then she replied, “You can make it up to me now.” “What?” Dustin’s voice went serious. “I want to hear it.” And you weren’t sure if you wanted to hear it.

You could hear the slight panic in Dustin’s voice as he spoke back, “Not right now.” “Yes, now, Dusty-bun.”

“Suzie-poo, this is urgent.” You were getting sick of the nicknames. You looked at Steve and Robin, “What do you think she’s asking him to do?”

Steve shrugged, “Probably something nerdy and gross mixed.” Robin didn’t as Suzie radioed back, “Yes, yes, you’re saving the world, I heard you the first time, but Ged is also saving Earthsea and he’s about to confront the shadow. So this is Suzie, signing off.” Very stubborn in getting her way.

Dustin hurried in, “Wait, wait, wait! Okay. Okay.” His end went silent for about thirty seconds and then- “Turn around. Look at what you see. In her face, the mirror of your dreams.”

“Am I concussed?” The abrupt question fell from your dry mouth. “Are they singing?” Needing to know you weren’t the only one hearing this.

Robin and Steve shared a look before dumbly nodding their heads. You looked to the front of the car and everyone was quiet. You couldn’t see their faces, only Will’ since he was turned at an angle and you saw the clear look of confusion painted over his features. You wonder if Hopper and Murray were hearing this musical number.

And the monster was still chasing the station wagon.

Suzie and Dustin sang in sync until the final note, Dustin ending off with a giggle. “Planck’s constant is 6.62607004.”

“You just saved the world.” “Gosh, I miss you, Dusty-bun.” “And I miss you more Suzie-poo.”

“Ugh, gross. They sound just like you two. You’ve rubbed off on him, Harrington.” Robin groaned as her head hit the window.

Steve scuffed, “Me? Why just me? There are two of us in this relationship.” “Well, he is your best friend.” Teasing him with a smirk.

Steve shook his head and didn’t follow up with a comment, his eyes out the window then yelling to the group, “It’s turning around.”

“What?” Nancy and Jonathan look over their shoulders. “It’s turning around!” Steve repeated.

“Maybe we wore it out,” Lucas suggested. “I don't think so. Hold on.” And Jonathan wiped the wheel hard and headed back to the mall.

The car jolted to a stop. Every one climbed out and grabbed the boxes of fireworks from the roof, you led them to the back entrance and typed in the door code. A beeping noise prompted you to pull the handle and usher them inside.

“Okay, so the plan is to get to the second level, spread out, and start setting them off. Don’t stop for a second, just go.” Lucas huffed his idea to everyone.

By the time your group spread out, you with Robin and Steve to the far left, the mind flayer was in the middle of the mall. It’s looming figure looking down at Billy and El. The lights were flickering and flashing as it growled and groaned. There was a high-pitched hissed and a tentacle limb stretched forward.

Before it could reach El a firework was thrown and hit the monster in the back. You heard Lucas’ voice as he yelled, “Flay this, you ugly piece of shit!” It prompted everyone to start setting them off and throwing bombs.

“Hey, asshole! Over here!” Steve yelled before throwing his lit cannon. It fell into the creature's mouth and exploded. You and Robin threw your fireworks one after the other.

If it wasn’t such a scary situation, the private display was beautiful. The different colors and shapes brighten the already colorful mall. The roars are mixed in with the high-pitched singing of explosive powders.

Your throwing arm started to wear out quickly but you had to push yourself through the soreness setting in. You couldn’t see what was happening down below and didn’t know if El was safe or still in danger and out of reach for help. But you had to push that away, you were helping her in this moment, distracting the monster from attacking her.

It felt like hours but must have only been thirty minutes or so before you were out of fireworks. You started to panic when less light and noise filled the space. “Last two!” You yelled as you flung your lit stick forward.

Steve grabbed the walkie and radioed to Dustin, “Dustin! We’re out of time!”

A few more fireworks went off and then they stopped. The only sound was your heavy panting in your ears filled with the monstrous roaring of the flayer.

“What do we do? What’d we do!” You yelled at Robin and Steve. They both pant with open mouths and just stared at you and then at the floor below.

As you looked down you could barely make out Billy standing in front of El, keeping her blocked from view. The monster screeched and roared then shot its mouth limb towards El, but Billy stood in the way and took the talons. Two more attached to his sides before several more limbs dug themselves into his body. You could hear his screams.

And the screams of Max as she watched her shitty step-brother die before her eyes.

Little flames flickered from tiny fires on the bottom level. Everything was static and quiet until the flesh monster started to roar even louder if possible. It started to thrash, its body slamming into your side of the railing making Steve pull you into him as the both of you with Robin fell to the floor.

With one final roar, it collapsed to the floor before the lights stabilized and the fire engulfed its skin. It was over. The battle was over and won.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, just breathe.” Steve whispered into your ear. You didn’t notice that you were shaking and breathing in shallow intervals, almost making you pass out. You clung to him tighter as you closed your eyes and inhaled his scent which was mixed with sweat and gunpowder.

With the quiet lull of silence followed multi and fast footsteps that carried voices shouting over each other. Steve pulled the both of you from the floor and looked over the bent railing with Robin at your side. Dozens of soldiers with guns raised caused your heart to spike, was it more Russians?

But when they started shouting commands in English you knew you were safe. Everyone was evacuated from the building and led to the ambulances waiting outside for all of you to get checked. You and Steve for sure needed it the most.

You waited beside Steve as the nurse was looking over his face and gave him some meds for pain. They walked away to check on the others leaving the two of you alone. Steve threw one side of his blanket over your shoulder and pulled you close.

“I love you. So fucking much.” He muttered into your hair. You wrapped your arms around his stomach and held him gently. “I love you too. Out of this world much.” You felt his body move with a laugh, “Not a competition…but I would win.” And you laughed but didn’t retort back.

Your eyes flitted to the chaos of moving bodies. Three different groups of workers dressed in uniforms mixed. In a small opening you saw Will running towards someone and when you saw who he ran into tears started to sting your eyes.

Again that night, you pulled away from Steve and took off running to your mom and younger brother. “Mom!” You screamed into the night air.

Her head looked up and a teary smile spread across her face. They both opened their arms and you slithered into their warm embrace. “You’re alive. You’re alive.” A quiet mantra to yourself, she just squeezed tighter.

With your eyes open and over Joyce’s shoulder you could see El walking around. By herself and looking everywhere with confusion and worry screaming out in her body language, you pulled away from Joyce so you could look into her eyes and ask, “Where’s Hopper?” And she could only close her eyes and tiny whimpers fell from her lips.

He didn’t make it. El was alone once again.

Reluctantly you released your mom and walked to El. She was twisting her hands together anxiously, head swiveling in different directions. And you knew the person she was looking for wasn’t coming back for her.

“El…” Just saying her name and trailing off. She sniffled while turning your way, her eyes watery and bloodshot. She bit into her bottom lip and you could tell she was trying not to cry.

“Oh, sweetheart.” And she launched herself into your chest. Your arms take a second before holding her tight in your embrace. Her petite frame shook with rough cries and your skin tickled with the dropping tear drops falling from her eyes. You didn’t know what to say, you could only repeat, “Oh, sweetheart.”

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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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hii!! can you please do more headcanons for steve harrington dating byers!reader? i really enjoyed the last one, it’s my comfort fic 😌🫶

+ @1tessthebest: Hii! Could u do a steve x byers! Reader? She loves to read and all that nerdy stuff?

Dating Steve Harrington and Being A Byers Sibling - 2

headcanons

summary: what it’s like to date steve harrington while being a byers sibling

pairing: steve harrington x reader (byers!reader)

warnings: none :)

note: i combined these because they were pretty similar !! hope that’s okay :) also i’m really glad the last one is your comfort fic <33

Your family loves Steve !! He’s invited over for every holiday/special occasion.

Steve’s parents are usually out of town around Christmas time so he’s especially grateful to have you and your family to spend the holidays with.

He always comes in with a stack of gifts taller than he is. He makes a real effort to get really good gifts for the four of you. Joyce always scolds him for spending so much money but he can’t help it. He just really wants to show his appreciation for you.

Gift giving is definitely one of his love languages

He’s also a huge birthday person !! He makes a huge deal out of your birthday, buying basically every flower he sees and ordering you a cute little cake.

He also makes a big deal out of Will’s birthday. They actually become really close and Steve loves to buy little nerdy things that he knows Will would love.

When Steve figures out that you love to read, he practically begs you to read to him all the time. Sometimes, Joyce will come into your room to check on you and finds the two of you, curled up in your bed fast asleep with a book laid carelessly aside.

He always buys you new books, claiming that “Robin said this one was a classic and I know you haven’t read it yet so it’s really not a big deal it was like $5”

He’s not a big fan of reading but he’ll totally watch the movie that goes with the book you’re reading just so he can talk about it with you.

He likes to help you study !! He’s also not a big homework person but he knows that you really take those things seriously so he doesn’t mind helping you at all.

Joyce is absolutely the type of mom to tell him all your embarrassing childhood stories !! Steve can’t get enough of it. He thinks the way you get flustered and embarrassed is adorable.

(He also just really loves hearing stories about you)

Sometimes Jonathan even joins in, sharing the most mortifying stories of your life.

Steve is so helpful !! He’ll always volunteer to babysit Will, do dishes, clean up, etc. when he’s hanging out at your house.

He lets Will ramble on about all the nerdy things he’s into !! Steve actually really loves to hear Will talk about the things he’s passionate about and he actually gets pretty into it, as well.

Steve brings Joyce flowers all the time !! He’s very charming and he’s actually really good with parents. She adores him so much.

Will absolutely includes Steve in any kind of family portrait he’s drawing.

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moonlightsolo · 2 years

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Could you do a steve x Byers reader where she finds out she’s pregnant after she moves to California pleas

omg stop this hurts my heart. also i don’t know how to stop writing so this is longer than i expected. (also not proofread)

read part 2 here

when you left hawkins, it shattered steve harringtons heart into a million pieces. he begged you to stay, tried to persuade you to live at his parents house until you both could find a place to move into together.

the idea was so tempting, but you couldn’t dare to leave your family. especially, el. after everything happened with hopper, she needed you and so did your mom.

steve, of course, broke down when you left. as soon as he walked into your empty house, his emotions hit him. but he stayed strong as he helped load the moving truck. time went by too fast and soon it was time for the byers family to leave.

standing outside of your childhood home, steve embraces you. his hands held onto your body so tightly, refusing to let go. his tears soaked your skin where his head refused to leave your neck.

you’re his best friend, and most importantly his girlfriend. how could he not be sad? especially with the rest of the kids crying around him.

“please promise me you’ll come back to visit.” steve sniffles loudly, pulling back to look you in the eyes. his hands move from your back to cup your damp cheeks.

“of course. i could not, not come back, steve.”

the look in his eyes makes your bottom lip quiver. tears spilling over your waterline when you blink so you opt to look down at your feet. “hey…” steve’s voice croaks, bending down slightly to catch your eyes with his.

“it’s gonna be okay. just call me whenever you guys stop somewhere so i know you’re okay. i’m a big worrier, you know that.” he jokes, rolling his eyes in a playful manner.

even in this terribly dreadful moment, he tries to liven it up a little. you yank him back towards you, his body slamming into you from the force. “i love you so, so much, steve.” you sob into his chest, his back quivers under your touch from crying into your hair.

“i love you.” his voices rasps into your ear, pressing the longest kiss to your cheek. your fingers dig into his back, savoring the feeling of his body around you.

“alright, honey, we gotta hit the road.” your moms voice is soft as her hands rest on both of your backs.

you suck in a sharp breath, trying to keep in your emotions for steve’s sake. your bottom lip continues to tremble, which gives away how distressed you really are. your hands drop down to his to squeeze them, which he reciprocates.

“okay, i’ll be over in one sec.” you sniffle, wiping your snot and tears on your sleeve.

once joyce walks away, steve’s hands fly to your face to pull you in for a kiss. his familiar lips slot against yours, kissing you as if this is forever your last kiss. both of your tears mix in between, both of you slightly weeping.

“i love you. i love you. i love you.” he mumbles against you before pulling you back in for one last hug. you take one last deep breath to hold onto his scent.

you slowly pull away, holding his hand as you reluctantly walk away from him. your arms are outstretched from each other, holding teary eye contact.

he’s the first to let go, taking a few steps back to stand with the rest of the hawkins group; dustin, mike, lucas, and max. you wipe your face as you shuffle over to jonathan’s car, hopping into the passenger seat.

“you alright?” your younger brother asks. all you can do is nod since you’re afraid if you talk, you’ll have another breakdown.

you stare at your feet, fixating on how dirty your shoelaces are. maybe you should clean them.

the ride to california was long and strenuous. you switch out with jonathan to drive a few hours, and with your mom in the u-haul truck. every time your family would stop, whether it was a gas station or pit stop, you’d call steve on a pay phone.

his voice is music to your ears, keeping you sane between being occupied by your brothers odd conversations. even eleven was annoyed. she refused to ride in the same car with both of them.

“so other than your brothers being total dipshits, how are you?”

“i’m okay. i’m just- actually really nauseous. i’m not sure if it’s because of my nerves, or whatever…” you trail off, leaning against the warm brick wall next to the phone. the sunset beams against the side of your face.

“nauseous? go buy some soda and a snack. are you sure you’re okay?” steve’s voice grows concerned.

“yeah, yeah.” you laugh.

“i love you.”

“i love you. talk to you later?” you hum.

“yes, i’ll talk to you later.” he confirms.

you sigh before hanging up the phone and walking into the gas station. you grab some chips and a soda before walking down another aisle. you spot condoms, smiling to yourself as memories with steve replay in your head.

your eyes spot a box of generic pregnancy tests, blinking at it as you zone out. when was your last period?

each one of your fingers tap the your thumb as you count the days in your head, “shit.” you hiss under your breath. you snatch the box off the shelf, peeking over the aisles to make sure none of your family is inside. you quickly check out at the front and tuck the box deep in your backpack.

“i’m guessing steve’s still okay?” will makes a dig at you as you walk up to the parked cars.

“shut up.” you grumble and hop into jonathan’s car, buckling yourself in. your mom shrugs at will’s protests against your attitude and shoos him and eleven into the truck as jonathan climbs in beside you.

“what’s going on?” he asks as his hand turns the key to start the engine.

“i’m fine. just drive.”

your brother grumbles something to himself before pulling off behind the moving truck.

a few more hours pass by, the time being sucked up by multiple power naps and a few mixtapes. you can’t help but worry about anything you could possible think of. your brain convinces what you’re experiencing is motion sickness, or maybe you’re just steve-sick. your heart aches for him, all you want to do is be with him. maybe you made the wrong choice, maybe you should have just stayed in hawkins.

finally, you reached california. you pull out your camera, snapping a photo of the state sign as you drive past it. you can’t believe this is actually happening right now.

you lean back in your seat, watching the trees and other cars fly past your window. soon, the sounds of tires on the pavement lulls you to sleep.

“hey, wake up.” someone shakes your shoulder, making you jolt awake with your fists up in attack mode. it’s just eleven.

“we’re here.” she gives you a sad smile before reaching a hand out to help you out of the car.

“thanks, el.” you mumble as she hoists you up. your eyes instantly take in the much larger home, the sun is warm but the air is refreshing. the tall palm trees above you rustle in the west coast air.

all five of you instantly make yourselves at home throughout the few first weeks. you unpack and set up your room. not without a polaroid of you and steve on your beside table- and also a few tacked to your wall- and on your desk. let’s just say, there’s a lot of reminders of hawkins in your room.

you’ve begun to worry about your nausea that comes and goes, and is especially worse in the mornings. the pregnancy test box sits hidden in the original plastic bag in your bathroom cupboard. you refuse to look at it because you’re not pregnant. at least, that’s what you tell yourself. you end up confiding to your mom about you being sick, but she also agrees it’s just you being homesick and missing your boyfriend.

speaking of your boyfriend, you and steve talk so much. in the morning, during the day whenever you need to tell him something new happened in your life, and right before bed. sometimes, you both even fall asleep on the phone.

you’ve started a new job at a nearby bookstore. which isn’t terrible since you get to see what freaky novels people are purchasing. one day, when you’re stocking the new books in the fantasy section, a title catches your eye. ‘dungeons and dragons.’

from the mention of the game, something twirls uncomfortably in your belly. flashes of your home life rolls behind your eyes, playing d&d with your brother and his dumb friends. your feet instinctively take you to the bathroom, sprinting through the aisles of books with a wild look in your eye.

you barely make it to the toilet, hurling up the contents of your lunch in the porcelain bowl. god, you hate puking. panic settles in your chest, this time just feels different from the others. whether you’ve puked because of an excessive amount of alcohol or a stomach bug- this time contrasts to the others. you can feel it in your gut. (no pun intended)

your manager, thankfully, let’s you go home early to rest. jonathan, eleven and will are at school and your mom is most likely running errands, so you have the house to yourself. you decide it’s time to take the pregnancy test. just to soothe your mind, not because you actually think you’re pregnant…

you read the instructions over and over, until you finally give up and pee on the damn stick. you cover the soiled part and lay it on your bathroom counter. it’ll be negative, you guys used protection every time.

every. single. time.

you pace in your bathroom as you replay every instance you’ve had sex with steve in your head. vividly remembering each time he put a condom on. oh no, except one. your heart drops and your ears start to ring instantaneously. you can’t tell if you’re suffocating or having a heart attack.

oh god, you remember it was week you found out you were leaving, both of you were completely plastered. the memory fades in and out of your mind. you were at his parents house, drinking and watching a movie, ended up listening to some music and drinking some more. the memory jumps from dancing with him, to fucking on the couch, then in his bed.

your eyes glance down at the test, seeing there’s a line. your heartbeat drums in your ears as you grab it to bring it closer to your face. an evident pink plus sign is etched into the window.

you gulp down the rising bile in your throat, and throw the test away from you. it lands directly in the sink, clattering as it slides around.

“holy shit. no way. oh my god.” you ramble to yourself as you blindly stumble into your bedroom to your phone. you need to call steve.

the phone rings into your ear, hand shaking as you hold it up to your face. hot tears are already trailing down your cheeks as you drop down next to your bed.

“this is steve!” his happy voice chirps on the other end once he answers. your voice refuses to come out, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“hellllloooooo?”

“steve.” you croak out, voice shuddering expectantly.

he calls out your name, worry obvious in his tone. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

“steve…” you whimper, shaking your head, “i’m…”

“baby what’s wrong? do i need to go to the airport and buy a goddamn plane ticket right now? seriously tell me what the hell is going on!”

“steve! i’m pregnant!” you blurt out, voice raising.

the line goes silent, and you don’t hear his breath anymore.

“steve?”

“you’re… pregnant?” his voice is hushed. you expected him to question you to see you’re prank if him, but he sounds quite serious.

“i’m pregnant.” you reassure.

“but… how? i- we always..” he stumbles over his words.

“the week before i left. we got drunk, and i think we might have forgotten…”

“forgot to wrap it before i tapped it, huh?” he chuckles softly on the other end.

“seriously?” you laugh through your tears, sniffling loudly.

“am i really gonna be a dad?” his voice perks up.

“i think so, yeah.” you mumble, hand resting on your belly. your head leans back against your bed.

“you’re in california. how is this going to work?” he breathes out.

“i’m going to come see you.”

and he does. he finds the next flight out to california from the indianapolis airport, and he’s there by the next day. you rush out of your house, stealing your moms keys.

“hey where are you going?” she whisper-shouts at you, holding her work phone away from her mouth.

“picking up steve!” you groan as you slip on your sneakers.

“what?! steve? i-i gotta go.” she talks to the person on the phone and hangs it up. your mom stands up from her desk to walk towards you as she talks, “steve? i didn’t know he was coming! i mean- i- look at this place! it’s a mess!” she talks with her hands as she looks around.

“he’s doesn’t care. i need to go.” you lean forward to peck her cheek before running out of the house. you completely ignore her protests as you hop in her car. you take off towards the airport, thankfully it’s not far away.

you pull your car next into the arriving lane, parking your car on the side where people are flooding out. you jump out to stand on the curb, eyes scanning the swarm of travelers, looking for his infamous hair.

“oh my god.” you mumble once you see a glimpse of his face. you start to sprint, dodging multiple people and hopping over luggages.

“steve!” you screech, his head whips towards your voice. his round eyes widen, mouth turning up into the biggest grin. he drops his bag and sprints towards you, his body softly collides into yours.

your hands fist his tee shirt under his jacket, gripping the fabric desperately. you breathe in, taking in the scent of his cologne. the one you’ve grown accustomed to, the one you missed so much. his hand cups the back of your head as you smoosh your face into his chest.

finally, you grow enough courage to look up at him. he’s still your pretty boyfriend, standing in the glory of all his freckles and bronzed skin. “hey, there’s my baby.” he mumbles, his chocolatey eyes glance over your face.

“still as beautiful as always.” he presses his lips to yours sweetly before pulling away. his other hand gently caresses your lower back, “i missed you so much.” you voice shakily breathes out against his lips.

steve taps your butt softly before his hand slips between your bodies, resting on your belly. “my sweethearts. my babiessssss.” he says in a sing song voice.

your hormonal emotions take over, tears instantly springing to your eyes. “i’m so scared.” you admit.

steve’s eyes look down at you pitifully, giving you a sad smile. “everything will be okay. i promise you, i won’t let you do anything without me by your side. i’ll fucking move here if you want me to.” he laughs, squeezing your hip for comfort.

“i love you so much.” you sniffle. steve brings his sleeve up to your eyes to wipe your tears. “wanna go tell your mom now? like we planned, yeah?”

you nod silently, slipping your hand into his. he grabs his luggage and loads it into your car, before getting in the passenger seat. the whole ride, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. whether it was holding your thigh, your hand, or rubbing your belly.

once you pull into your driveway, you see that the pizza van is parked in the grass. which means, jonathan’s stoner friend is here and the kids are home.

“surfer boy pizza?” steve almost laughs.

“jonathan’s friend. he drives them everywhere. all they do is smoke weed.” you grumble and get out of the car.

“smoke weed?!” steve follows you, face screwed up with confusion and mostly shock.

“steve?” eleven’s voice sounds. she’s standing on the porch, staring at you both.

“hey, kid!” he rests his arm over your shoulders as he walks up to her with you.

“is this a… surprise?” her statement sounds more like a question.

“yeah.” steve glances at you, “well! we got some more surprises, let’s go inside.” you mumble, leading her through the front door.

the smell of pizza instantly hits your face, “hey guys! oh, steve! it’s so nice to see you! look at you!” joyce exclaims as she hands a paper plate full of food to will.

“oh hey, bro-chacho’s!” argyle’s eyes are hooded as he sits at the dining room table, waving slowly to you. jonathan just nods at steve’s presence as he shoves food into his mouth.

“wow, they’re totally baked.” steve chuckles in your ear.

“el, come get some pizza!” your mom calls for the girl standing behind you.

“okay, guys. can everyone stop eating for a second? we have something to tell everyone.” you call out over the chaos.

all eyes are now on you and steve.

“uh oh, bro.” argyle blurts out.

you can feel your chest constructing with anxiety, but steve continues to rub comforting circles into your shoulder.

“are you guys getting married?!” eleven shouts a question at you from the table, pure fear in her expression.

“uhm- no…” you clear your throat, looking up at steve who’s beaming down at you.

“maybe…” he whispers into your ear secretly, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

“i’m… i’m…” you take a shaky breath before continuing, “i’m pregnant.”

everything goes silent, even the loud chewing sounds emitting from the two stoners.

“pregnant?” your mom is the first one to speak.

jonathan swallows his chewed up pizza that’s sitting in his mouth, “congrats, sis.” he continues to eat nonchalantly next to a quiet argyle. a sight you haven’t seen before.

“why didn’t you tell me?” your mom is on the verge of crying.

“steve is going to be the… papa?” eleven asks will, and your little brother vigorously nods his head as he stares at you and steve.

steve gulps as joyce grows closer to you both, “mom. i should’ve told you earlier, i’m sorry. i just got so nervous.”

“don’t be nervous, honey. everything will be… uhm- fine.” she nods to herself, her hands grabbing yours to hold.

“mrs. byers…” your mom gives steve a look, “sorry.. joyce. i just want you to know that your daughter means a lot to me, and so does this baby. i will make sure they’re both looked after, and i’ll be by her side through everything.”

joyce stares at him with a look you can’t decipher before she surprisingly pulls him into a hug, “you’re such a good kid. thank you, thank you, thank you! you guys are so cute together, and i’m gonna be a grandma!” she squeals happily, stepping back to look at you both.

“you guys want to eat now?” she starts to walk away towards the numerous pizza boxes.

you glance at steve who shrugs with a little smile that says, “your mom took that better than i thought.”

having steve by your side while you broke the news to your family truly kept you sane. you can’t help but imagine what he’ll be like when you’re in labor nine months down the road. most likely erratic, but in the best way possible. you gaze up at your boyfriend who’s chowing down on pizza, and he raises his eyebrows at you from your staring. you know he’s going to be the best dad ever, just by how he cares for all the kids and protects them.

it’s hard to put into words, how much love is shared between you both. steve harrington fell for you even harder than he could’ve ever imagined. what was just a simple friendship in kindergarten, blossomed into something so much better. now you’re starting a little family with him, and everything seems to be falling into place.

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ihatepeanutss · 3 months

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steve harrington x byers!reader

warning: r is sick. It’s enough to be a love! 😩. diseases, isn’t it? reader’s nickname is cherry bcs i like cherries

you took care of Dustin when his throat was swollen for a week and a half, when no one wanted to approach him and they left him at home isolated.

you healed Max’s wounds when he fell off his skateboard and sold most of his shaves, in addition to kissing his scars.

you took care of your brothers, Jonathan and Will, you fell asleep for more than two days to help Jonathan and his photographs, you helped Will with his campaigns and drawings, also with him, you took his hand and helped her in many things.

and when did your brother get lost? You also took care of your mother and it was your priority.

you did exactly the same with the adults, you took care of Robin when he had a stomach ache, you took care of Nancy when she had a problem sleeping and you stayed by her side until she managed to fall asleep, you helped Eddie when he thought there was no one for him and to be able to finish high school, you were with steve when he felt bad.

you constantly took care of everyone, that was your job.

tonight was the night when the basement of the vehicles with wheels was the main place, Nancy and Mike were the hosts, they all had pizzas in their hands, drinks, sweets and different sandwiches, steve and Robin arrived together with drinks and certain sweets.

the place felt incomplete for some reason, not only did steve feel it that way, but Robin and Eddie had also felt it.

“i took the ghost hunters to be able to use Mr. Parks’ benefit” robin spoke while extending the movie to Nancy and took it to put it on the old television that had happened here

“it must be jonathan , i’m going to open,” nancy spoke when she left the basement to go up and end up arriving with only two of the three byers

no one asked about you but if they noticed your absence, no one asked a question until Eddie realized your absence.

“jonathan, will cherry be late?” eddie asked while taking one of the cans from the table.

jonathan denied “she won’t come tonight,” he reported, “mom didn’t let her leave the house, she hasn’t left her room in days”

“because she’s sick,” will continued talking with a full mouth, “she got sick last week and hasn’t stopped-“

max let out a sigh and looked at will “but yesterday he helped me with a model for school and honestly she looks really sleepy i suggested that she could sleep but she didn’t want to do it so….”

“that makes her sicker, she forget to wear a jacket and she came back worse than yesterday” will watched steve stir in his seat, his hand was biting for getting up from his place, taking his car and going to your house just to be able to see if you were okay.

his hand stung him for exactly twenty minutes, it was his limit before he stopped and said that he would go to the bathroom, spoiler, he never went to the bathroom, took his jacket, his keys and went to his car, a small trip to the supermarket and on the way to the byers house.

joyce smiled when she saw steve’s car park in front of her house, looked at hopper and let out a laugh “i told you” he replied before opening the door “steve, did anything happen?”

“cherry…, will said she was sick and... it makes sense because she didn’t go to the store yesterday and-“ steve was nervous

“she’s in her room, hopper had to bribe her to give her a pill and she fell asleep. she’s woven some hard days and this has probably been the worst” Joyce pointed to your room at the end of the house and saw the paper bag in steve’s arms. “do you need help?”

“no, i only brought some of her favorite things,” he said, putting the bag on the table, “ice cream , cookies, I brought her favorite coffee and her candy”

joyce smiled and gave way to the fridge where they kept the things that had to be stored, with the bag full of sweet and salty things.

he knocked on your door but he still entered seeing your whole room made a mess, usually it wasn’t like that, your clothes on the floor and shoes scattered on the floor, he looked at your bed and you were there, made a ball forming a lump.

he thought about closing your window but thought that fresh air was enough to keep your breathing with fresh air and avoid fever. He began to accommodate and pick up some of the things that were in your room.

“steve?” you murmured between opening your eyes, he was arranging your room, two of your books in his hands, your CDs and your pink stockings “what are you doing here?”

“you didn’t show up yesterday on our date and neither did you today in the basement of the wheelers and- hey, hey, go back to bed” he make went back to bed when you started murmuring apologies and opening your sheets but he couldn’t help but touch it was hot skin “i’ll be back, stay seated” he ordered before walking to your mother and hopper

“hey, I’m sorry to bother you, i was just coming to ask if they had a thermometer?” steve asked making joyce get up from the couch and walk to the kitchen to give him a thermometer

“is everything okay?” hopper looked up at the television making steve deny “do you need anything?”

“i’ll take her temperature and see if she has a fever or a fever” steve started looking for a bottle of water in the fridge and observed Joyce “i’ll go see her”

you had a fever, 39 and a half to be exact worrying about steve who took off his sweater and stayed in a queen t-shirt and began to take care of you.

“you’re going to get sick” you murmured looking at steve sitting on your bed letting out a laugh “you should be in the basement of the wheelers”

steve denied before approaching you and kissing your cheek “i’m here with you, let’s see what we have here” he commented softly before taking the paper bag “in addition to food, i found this book and this magazine, boxed chips that you hate so much, gummies, chocolate, although now we no longer need it because ill go get the ice cream” steve commented looking at your red cheeks

“did you also bring ice cream?, god he’s a angel” you murmured as he left your room nodding, you looked at your neat dresser, your makeup was comfortable and your hairbrushes on your dresser next to your perfumes. when came back with a pot and two spoons you smiled

“according to Robin, the ice cream and the icy things lower your fever” Steve extended your spoon and opened the mint ice cream, the favorite of the two “you should have told me earlier when i called you but as Jonathan said you were sleeping”

“i know but I didn’t want to bother anyone” you replied by raising your shoulders, your head hurt a little but you were hungry “honestly i don’t know what happened”

“you collapsed, you had been bad last week and then you focused more on giving priority to Max, him and the others that you didn’t completely heal” steve scolded you by making you lower your eyes “you don’t have to take care of everyone, you know?”

you nodded “but everyone needs someone” you answered “max is alone, eddie is alone, dustin is-“

“dustin has his mother, lucas has his parents, the others have us, you are not the only one who has to carry responsibilities” steve interrupted you “the thin line between you entering a mental or physical collapse was really thin”

he approached you and kissed your cheek, curled you up and started playing with your hair, you felt safe, cared for, loved, loved and really cared for, it was a strange feeling but you could get used to it.

when they finished eating the vast majority of ice cream, you let out a sigh and steve began to move around your room, taking a towel, a pair of new pajamas and extended it to you.

“go take a shower” he smiled at you helping you get out of bed slowly “i’ll be here waiting for you when you get back, take all the time you need”

steve didn’t take long to get to work laying your bed and changing them to your favorite cotton sheets, using the soft duvet and fixing the pillows for your comfort, he called your room from the phone to your favorite pizzeria, Joyce told him that she would go out to dinner with hopper and that it would take a little longer than usual but there were no problems.

when you returned to your room with your new pajamas feeling fresh but still horny you saw your room even cleaner, your bed groomed and smelling of cherries, your heart was in your throat and there was a ball on your chest. did you feel like you feel cared for by someone?

you were very independent, you grew up being independent and taking care of others, you thought you did an excellent job taking care of yourself but it seemed that you had never felt the power to be wrapped and pampered... not since you turned 13.

steve looked at you from your door before showing up with your mother’s dryer and sitting on your bed to start drying your hair gently and with love, steve made you feel safe and loved.

“come here” steve whispered as you approached him after having eaten two pieces of pizza, you curled up close to his chest and the detoured your body starting to caress your hair gently “it’s good to ask for help sometimes” he murmured to you again

“you take care of everyone but tell me, who takes care of you?” steve let out a sigh and you got closer to him, their relationship was a strange development but you were sure of something, steve would never deny you and neither would you deny him.

“i take care of myself,” you answered softly and he denied.

“now i’ll take care of you, honey,” he murmured, kissing your forehead gently before seeing you fall asleep.

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gracelupinxx · 2 years

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Time After Time - Steve Harrington x Byers!Reader

A/N: Steve Harrington x Byers!Reader is my kryptonite tbh. Also I had the hardest time naming this one, but while trying to name it I saw Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper in my playlist and the chorus reminded me of Steve and the reader in this so I just went with it. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: (Y/N) Byers, has always had a complicated relationship with her dad, and when he shows up unexpectedly, she finds comfort in her boyfriend, Steve. (Ft. Jonathan and Will as supportive and loving brothers.)

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It was a peaceful autumn morning, a soft wind blowing outside like a sweet lullaby, and all three Byers kids in a deep sleep. Unfortunately, the peaceful atmosphere was broken when (Y/N) was woken up by hostile voices coming from the living room. Her room was closest to it, so it wasn’t unusual for voices to drift in. What was unusual was hearing people whisper-yelling at each other out there at 6 am.

With slight hesitation, she pulled herself out of bed. Her whole body shivered as she left the comfort of her bed, so she threw on a flannel and slippers before walking slowly towards the door. She cringed every time a floorboard creaked, hoping that she could get a glimpse of whoever was in the living room without them seeing her.

She slowly opened her door which, luckily, made no noise when she did so. She crept out into the hallway, but she froze before she could peer around the corner, hearing the voices again.

“You need to leave, now.” (Y/N) heard her mom say insistently, not speaking too loudly. Probably for fear of waking up the kids.

“C’mon, Joyce,” Another voice said. (Y/N) heart pounded in her chest upon hearing it, feeling a million emotions course through her all at once. Fear, anger, pain, sadness, confusion…

Without thinking it through first, (Y/N) rounded the corner, seeing what all the commotion so early in the morning was about.

“Dad…?”

(Y/N) mentally scolded herself for how timid she sounded. It reminded her of her voice when she was five and tried to get her parents to stop fighting.

Lonnie and Joyce both instantly looked over at the girl, Joyce looked worried while Lonnie smiled.

“(Y/N),” he took a step towards her, to which she responded by taking a step back. Seeing this, he stopped, frowning slightly as he looked at her. “You’ve grown up so much.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been two years,” She remarked, remembering that the last time she saw him was when Will went missing… And what a visit that had been. She shuttered at the thought before she brought herself back to reality, letting the memory of what her father has done fuel her. “What are you doing here?”

“I can’t come see my kids?”

“Considering the last time you were here was when one of us went missing and all you truly wanted was money? Yeah, I’m a little shocked that you’re here.” She snapped back. “So is there something you want?”

Lonnie just looked at her for a moment, thinking of what to say. Finally, he smirked slightly.

“You’ve gotten confident, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, now that you’re not around to drag me down.” She stood her ground, standing up straight, her chin tilted up slightly. “It’s amazing all the things that have changed for the better now that you’re gone.”

Joyce stood off to the side, smiling to herself, proud of her daughter.

“Nice shirt,” Lonnie sneered.

(Y/N) glanced down at the t-shirt under her flannel. The Clash: Guns of Brixton written on it with the band's logo. Jonathan had given it to her for her birthday the previous year. She knew her dad was never a fan of her style, or the fact that Jonathan was the one who introduced her to it.

“Thanks,” She said despite knowing he was being sarcastic. She was doing whatever she could to keep her strength.

“Heard you work at the video store now,” he said suddenly.

“Yeah,” she nodded in confirmation. “I know you probably are thinking of an insult to go along with that, but I don’t think there's anything wrong with where I work or what I do.”

“It’s just, why a video store? I know you’re smart, you’re my kid.” He laughed. “I just don’t understand how you ended up working at a video store.”

“I’m working there to save for college. I bet you don’t even know where I want to go, do you, dad?” She spat, venom laced in her words.

There’s a moment of silence where Lonnie stares at (Y/N), trying to figure out what to say next. Joyce breaks the silence.

“Actually, you have to work today so why don’t you go get ready and let Steve know that I’ll drive you today.” She said, knowing (Y/N) didn’t have to be to work for four more hours, but trying to get her out of this conversation.

“Steve?” Lonnie questioned. “Who’s Steve?”

“My co-worker…” After a moment of hesitation, (Y/N) added, “and my boyfriend.”

“You have a boyfriend? You never told me.”

“Well, maybe if you were here you would’ve known.” (Y/N) shrugged.

“I’m here now.”

“Too little, too late.” She hissed. “You left when I was still a kid, and every time I’ve seen you since, all you’ve done is make me feel bad about who I am. Maybe if you hadn’t left, and you accepted who I truly am, then things would be different, but they’re not. Mom, Jonathan, Will, and I don’t need you. We’ve got along just fine without you and will continue to do so. Actually, I think we’re better off without you. So just fuck off, would you?”

Joyce and Lonnie both stared at her, shocked. Joyce covered her mouth with her hand in an attempt to hide her smile.

“What happened to you?” Lonnie asked, a frown on his face.

“Lonnie, don’t,” Joyce warned.

“No, seriously. You used to be my sweet little girl. What happened?”

“I grew up,” she said, though her voice started shaking slightly. She felt her heart rate speed up at her dad's comment, worried about where he was going with this and that it would be the thing that got to her.

“You think you're being confident right now? Think you’re standing up against something, protecting yourself? Well, I hate to be the one to break this to you, but you’re not confident, you’re just a bitch.”

And that it, that’s what breaks (Y/N)’s hard exterior, causing her confidence to diminish and her walls to crumble.

Her eyes were beginning to well with tears when suddenly she heard a voice behind her.

“Dad?”

(Y/N) lowered her gaze at this, not wanting her older brother to see how their dad was affecting her.

Jonathan walked closer to her, and despite her best efforts to hide it, noticed her cheeks were red and her sad eyes.

Instinctively, Jonathan stepped in front of (Y/N), facing his father.

“What do you think I’m gonna do Jonathan?” Lonnie asked with a roll of his eyes seeing how his son was protecting his sister.

“Nothing, because you’re gonna leave. You don’t belong here. Not anymore.”

“You can’t kick me out. This isn’t your house.”

“It’s much more my house than it is yours!” Jonathan started raising his voice, but quickly quieted down, be careful not to wake up Will. “It’s our home. And you don’t get to come into our home, the one you left behind, and make us feel like shit.”

“Wow, look at you two. What did you brainwash them with, Joyce?”

“Leave mom out of this,” Jonathan demanded, still standing in front of (Y/N) who felt at though she was shrinking into herself.

“Well, clearly you’re getting all this nonsense from somewhere!”

“Be quiet! You’ll wake up Will.” Jonathan scolded.

“Good!” Lonnie raised his voice even more. “He should be a part of this too, since all my kids are gaining up on me!”

“Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe the problem is you?” Jonathan asked. “Maybe we’re upset because you left us, every time we see you you’re a huge asshole, then you show up unannounced and you’re still being an asshole?”

“Fuck you, Jonathan,” Lonnie spit, not knowing what else to say at that point.

“No, fuck you. We’re out of here.”

Jonathan turned around, placing a hand lightly on (Y/N) shoulder and guiding her to her bedroom. They sat on her bed when suddenly they heard the door slam. (Y/N) finally letting out her tears. Jonathan held her, her tears staining his grey shirt.

“God, I feel so weak,” (Y/N) cried.

“What? Why?” He asked pulling away from her. He was confused as to what could’ve possibly made his sister feel that way.

“I shouldn’t have let him get to me. I always let him get to me! I was doing so well this time too. I was standing up to him, I thought I didn’t care about his opinion anymore, but I guess I was wrong.”

“Hey, he’s a dick. He always has been. That’s not on you.” Jonathan reassured her, a comforting hand squeezing her shoulder.

A soft knock on the door caused Jonathan to get up to open it while (Y/N) wiped her eyes.

Will walked in, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Dad was here?” He asked.

“Yeah,:” Jonathan nodded. “How’d you know?”

“I saw him drive away.” He answered before walking over to the bed. He sat down next to (Y/N), wrapping his arms around her. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered.

(Y/N) felt her heart melt at her younger brother's actions, hugging him back tightly.

Jonathan watches his siblings, appreciating the moment of love and comfort between them, but unable to ignore the sad feeling overcoming him, knowing what events led to his sister's heartbreak.

“Come on, we’re gonna get out of here,” Jonathan said, catching their attention. “Go get your stuff, Will.”

Will nodded, jumping up and running to his room.

“I’ll be right back,” Jonathan reassured (Y/N) before heading back to his room.

(Y/N) spent a few moments gathering some of her things, tossing them into a small backup. She didn’t ask where they were going and frankly, she didn’t care. She knew her dad was gone, but also knew that it would be best for her not to be home right now to try to get her mind off of everything.

Jonathan and Will come back a few minutes later.

“I have to be to work in a few hours so I just packed my uniform and figured I could changed later,” she informed them, explaining why she was still in her pajamas. “So I hope we’re not going anywhere fancy.”

“Well, I think that might depend on your definition of fancy,” Jonathan laughed slightly. “But I think you’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” (Y/N) said in a small and quiet voice, though she was unable to stop the voice crack she let out when she spoke. Another tear slid down her cheek and in a second, both brothers were by her side.

“Hey, everything's gonna be okay,” Jonathan whispered to her, an arm wrapped tightly around her shoulder. Will grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s go, alright?”

(Y/N) nodded, and they all walked out to the living room where Joyce was sitting on the couch, a lit cigarette in her hand.

“Will you be okay?” Jonathan asked her, worried for his moms well-being as much as his siblings.

“I’ll be just fine, don’t worry.” She gave a reassuring smile. “I’ll see you guys soon.”

(Y/N) was silent as her and her brothers walked towards Jonathan's car, the fallen autumn leaves crunching under her feet.

She chose to sit in the backseat, allowing Will to have the passenger side.

Jonathan pulled out of the driveway and they started making their way down the streets of Hawkins. David Bowie played softly on the radio, softening the atmosphere of the car a bit.

“Where are we going?” (Y/N) asked in a horse voice.

“You’ll see,” Jonathan said, keeping his eyes on the road, In any other situation, (Y/N) would push for an answer. But she was too exhausted to do so, despite waking up less than an hour ago, and she trusted Jonathan. She leaned her head against the car window, closing her eyes and finding comfort and relaxation in the soft hum of the car and the voice of Bowie.

It was less than three minutes later when (Y/N) felt the car slow down, turning and coming to a complete stop seconds later.

She slowly opened her eyes, recognizing her surroundings immediately.

They were at Steve’s house. His BMW was in the driveway, his parent's car gone as usual.

Jonathan opened his door, stepping out of the car. (Y/N) quickly followed him, grabbing her bag while Will stayed put.

Jonathan wrapped his arm around his sister as they walked towards the door. He knocked while she looked down at her feet.

When nobody answered, Jonathan knocked one more time. There was some rustling in the house and as soon as (Y/N) heard the door open, she looked up once again.

“Jeez, do you know what time it is?” Steve asked before his eyes landed on Jonathan, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Within seconds, his gaze shifted to his girlfriend, his expression fading into soften eyes and a slight frown. “What’s going on?”

(Y/N) slipped out from underneath Jonathan's arm, running into Steve's chest and wrapping her arms around him. He quickly wrapped his around her, pulling her tightly into his chest.

Steve glanced up at Jonathan, a look of question and concern on his face.

“Our dad showed up unexpectedly this morning…” Jonathan explained.

Steve knew about (Y/N)’s complicated relationship with Lonnie. They had bonded over their horrible dad experiences multiple times because although they’re not the same, they both affected them in major ways, and having someone to go to for comfort helped significantly.

Steve nodded, staying quiet as he gave (Y/N) a squeeze. One that said I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.

“Thank you,” Steve said after a minute.

Jonathan simply gave a short, soft smile.

Jonathan and Steve didn’t have the best relationship. After Steve apologized for the way he treated Jonathan and replaced the camera that he broke, they became civil with each other, but not close. But then Nancy left Steve for Jonathan, and eventually, Steve started dating Jonathan’s sister. Although the two never reached the low point they been at when Will went missing, the events that followed created a tension between them. However, Jonathan knew that Steve was the person his sister needed right now. She loved Steve, and even though he hated to admit it, he knew that Steve loved her, and that she found a comfort in him that she couldn’t in anybody else. So, that was his first thought once he saw his sister's tears, and it led them all the way here, standing outside of the Harrington household.

“Will and I are going to be at the Wheelers if you need us,” Jonathan said.

“Okay,” Steve said, pulling his girlfriend gently into the house as Jonathan walked back to the car.

After Steve shut the door, he led (Y/N) upstairs to his bedroom, both of them sitting on the bed where she immediately shoved her face in his neck, breathing in deeply.

The scent and feel of him calmed (Y/N) racing heart, giving her a feeling of security and peace.

After a few minutes, (Y/N) pulled away, looking up at her boyfriend.

“Hi,” Steve smiled at her.

“Hey,” she said in a small voice. “I’m sorry, I-”

“No,” he cut her off. “No apologizing. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But it’s so early and we woke you up and the first thing you saw this morning was your crying girlfriend.”

“First of all, any morning where I see you is a good morning. I don’t like seeing you upset but I’m happy I get to see you. Second, I don’t care how early it is. I’m always here for you, and I’m really thankful Jonathan brought you here.”

(Y/N) lip quivered, making Steve feel slightly panicked.

“Oh fuck, are you okay? Please don’t cry again,” he said desperately, worried about his girlfriend.

“I’m okay,” she said with a sniff. “I just love you so much and I’m really emotional this morning and I can’t help it.”

Steve gave her a soft smile, pulling her in once again and kissing her forehead.

“I love you too, sweet girl. So much.”

They remained in each other's embrace for two minutes before Steve hopped up from the bed.

“So,” he said, walking over to a stack of VHS tapes, pulling out three tapes. “I say we have a movie marathon. What do you say? The Breakfast Club, Grease, Back to the Future? All of your favorites?”

He held up the tapes he had pulled out, all the movies he had just mentioned, causing her to sigh.

“That sounds like so much fun. But we have to be to work in three hours.” She reminded him with a frown.

“Why don’t we call out today? You’ve had a rough morning, you need to have some fun. Robin can handle it today.”

“Are you sure she won’t be pissed?” (Y/N) asked hesitantly.

“Well, she might be. But she’ll get over it,” Steve approached (Y/N), sitting next to her on the bed. “Come on, let's have a day just for us. No work or parents. No sadness or anger. Just us together, as happy as those couples in those cheesy movies we can’t stand.”

(Y/N) giggled.

“Sounds great,” she finally responded after a minute.

“Great.” He gently kissed her lips. “I know it’s early, but no movie marathon is complete without popcorn, candy, and soft drinks. So I’ll be right back.”

He gently kissed her forehead before jumping up once again and running out of the room.

(Y/N) couldn’t control the wide smile that spread across her face.

The rest of the day was spent just like Steve promised: watching movies, eating junk food, and simply being together, ignoring the outside world and all the pain that came with it.

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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I just love your work!!! Brightens up what is otherwise a crappy, boring day!!

Now I have a request (I’ve been wanting to write this myself but my day job and real life get I the way)

The reader/Y/N (whatever you call it) is a Byers so had to go to California and is in a relationship with Steve. For whatever reason he couldn’t come to you when Mike went to see Eleven and you couldn’t come to him (better excuses than Nancy and Jonathan’s) so when the van appears in Wheeler’s driveway, she gets out of the van (slightly after the others do which has Robin comfort Steve when he thinks she’s not there) and then she appears and there’s lots of running into each other’s arms as they reunite and you can go on from there! Hope it makes sense!!!!!

I love this! And of course, I can’t find the gif I wanted to use where she’s rubbing his back, but I’ll use this instead cause poor baby looks sad.

Five months.

Five months and 2,000 miles apart is an awful thing to deal with when you’re separated from the love of your life.

When you, your mom, brothers Will and Jonathan and El moved to Lenora, California after the events at Starcourt Mall over the last summer, you were heartbroken.

You didn’t want to leave Steve Harrington.

Steve, who’d been your boyfriend for over a year at that point. You’d never been away from him and your heart was absolutely crumbling when you left.

It had been the longest five months between October and March, which was currently spring break. While El and Mike wrote letters to one another, you and Steve constantly talked on the phone—much to your mother and brother’s annoyance.

“If I have to hear, “No, you hang up first!” one more time, I’m gonna barf,” Will complained.

Jonathan one time had went ahead and did it for you.

“No, I’ll hang up!” he said, with a cheerful smile, making you grimace.

“I don’t complain when you talk to Nancy,” you’d huffed.

“That’s because we have adult conversations, unlike you and Steve,” he’d rolled his eyes.

“Steve’s older than both of you. As am I, if I remember correctly.”

“This is why I choose to write letters,” El shrugged, unfazed by the arguing.

She was just happy that Mike was coming to California for spring break.

You and Jonathan hadn’t lucked out when it came to your significant others though.

Steve didn’t have enough money to afford a round trip ticket to California since his parents cut him off. He was working at Family Video and while that made him decent enough money, it just wasn’t enough to afford the ticket.

You couldn’t go to him because your mom absolutely refused for you to. Joyce Byers had been through a lot in the last couple of years.

Two years ago, Will had went missing, disappearing into an alternate dimension none of you had even been aware of before.

One year ago, she lost her old school friend and boyfriend Bob, to one of the horrid creatures from said different dimension. He literally died in front of her eyes.

Eight months ago, last summer, she lost Hopper. Someone you were sure she harbored feelings for. No one found him after the blast and the fire at the mall. He was presumed dead.

So you could understand why she prohibited you from going back to Hawkins. She was just terrified.

But when she went missing on a “business trip” to Alaska, El was arrested for assault of her school bully—you still wish you’d seen her click the girl, she deserved it and more for the way she’d treated your younger sister—and none of you could reach your mom, spring break turned into quite the dumpster fire.

Mike had arrived and enjoyed all of a half day with El before the roller rink incident and everything fell apart.

What happened next was so wild you thought you’d accidentally smoked some of Jonathan’s and his friend Argyle’s stash of weed—it was that crazy. In fact, you kinda wished it’d been a weed induced dream.

It involved secret agents then dead secret agents, when there was a shootout at your California home, Argyle freaking the fuck out, ending up in the desert searching for El and a woman named Nina and a side trip to Utah to visit Dustin’s girlfriend Suzie.

Between finding out Nina was a thing not a she, finding El in the middle of the desert, rescuing her and trying to aid in defeating a new villain that you and the others had no idea even existed up until this point, you were exhausted.

It was a long two days heading back to Hawkins. You were grateful to be seeing Steve, but you were worse for wear, tired and run down after everything you, your family and friends had experienced.

You fell asleep about an hour from home, missing the absolute chaos of what your town had turned into. You were told later about the huge cracks in the earth throughout the town, the line of cars you’d passed that we’re leaving Hawkins as you’d entered it, about the “earthquake” that had caused so much damage.

But in that moment, you were peacefully unaware, lost in your dreams.

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Steve was just as confused as the rest of his friends when he heard Mrs. Wheeler’s comment.

“Did someone order pizza?”

“Pizza?” Dustin asked turning around.

He turned with Robin and Nancy, spotting a van—Surfer Boy’s Pizza labeled on the side.

His astonishment was as clear as everyone else’s when he saw who all stepped out.

Mike.

El.

Jonathan, Will.

A boy with long black hair, a visor and bright, mismatched clothes followed.

His eyes scanned to see if there was anyone else in the van and he was sure his chest broke open when he saw no one.

Where were you? Were you okay? Did something happen to you?

Mrs. Wheeler ran to greet Mike, hugging him tightly.

Dustin bounded toward Will and El, throwing both his arms around his long missed friends.

Nancy flew into Jonathan’s arms, embracing him tightly.

At least the others were happy, Steve thought as he fought a frown, walking back to the car trunk they were previously loading with boxes. He felt Robin’s hand on his back, patting it lightly. Even without words, he knew she was there for him.

An unfamiliar voice—which he figured belonged to the stranger—spoke behind him. He didn’t turn around, not paying attention. He bent to pick up another box to put in the trunk.

You woke to Argyle’s smooth, relaxed voice.

“Hey, sleepyhead. We’re here.”

You opened your eyes, seeing the familiar view of the Wheeler household. The van was now empty and you rubbed your eyes quickly, standing up so you could get out.

That’s when you saw him, back turned to the van, in his regular Levi’s and a blue sweater that looked amazing on him, even from the back.

His heart skipped a beat when he heard a familiar voice.

“Steve?”

He turned around, seeing you still standing in the van, having yet to step out. You looked tired, but also like you’d just woken. Your hair was flattened a bit on one side from where you probably rested your head against the window. But you were the most beautiful sight to his eyes. At some point, the box fell out of his hands, landing in the driveway on its side and he was running towards you.

“Steve!” you exclaimed happily, a smile breaking out on your face.

You leaped down, running towards him until he scooped you up in his arms and you were being spun in circles. You were too happy as you hugged his neck tightly to care about being dizzy. He was real under your touch, all soft hair and warm, sun kissed skin.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, as if he couldn’t believe you were real either, “When I didn’t see you come out of the van, I assumed the worst.”

“I fell asleep,” you smiled sheepishly, “Argyle woke me up.”

“I’m just so glad you’re okay,” he said, grabbing your face in his hands, kissing you hard.

When he pulled away, you wrapped your arms around his torso, snuggling into his chest. You weren’t going to let go anytime soon.

“From now on, I’m not letting you go anywhere. You’re stuck with me, baby.”

And that was completely fine with you.

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 1 year

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Steve Harrington x Byers!Reader

'How is a 14 Year Old Boy Better With Emotions Then Me?'

Jonathan doesn't like your (not) boyfriend, Will wants you to be happy.

Angst to fluff

You press a quick kiss to Steve's lips as he runs off for basketball practice. He wasn't your official boyfriend, but you to still spent a lot of time together.

Neither one of you were ready for another serious relationship, labels made it serious. You had both been broken by someone who you thought had loved you.

Neither one of you could handle the heartbreak again. You both convinced yourself if you didn't make it official you wouldn't get attached. If you weren't attached you wouldn't get your heart broken for the millionth time.

"Him? Of every guy in the school," Jonathan says and you groan. Your brother hated steve. All he did was complain about him.

"You're with Nancy, what's wrong with me being with Steve? It's not that fucking different," you remind him. That was your first mistake.

"Have you even heard the things he has said about me? Our family?" Jonathan snaps back. He's mad, these nerves are hard to hit. Steve Harrington hits every damn one.

"Would it be that hard for you to swallow your fucking pride and let me be happy? Bit that you care, but he's not my boyfriend," you say before storming off

"Yn," his voice is drowned off as you walk faster. It was the end of the day. You had no where to go, Jonathan was your ride. He catches up with you.

"I'm getting a ride with Steve," you say the last word with emphasis. Jonathan could suck it. He would go off and obsess over Nancy, you would be trying to figure out what Steve meant to you. What you meant to him.

You know Steve has practice for at least half an hour, you decide to go to the library for a little and then wait on him.

Steve sometimes would pick you up, of drop you off. Mainly when Jonathan and Nancy were to happy. Seeing them all in love, you hated it. You loved that Jonathan was finally happy, you hated that you werent.

You make it into the library and quickly find a Nancy Drew novel before sitting down. This was how you spent far to much time

After forty-five minutes pass, you run into the parking lot and catch up with Steve. His hair is dano from having taken a shower after practice.

"Steve, could I get a ride?" You ask and Steve smiles. God, he looked perfect. He always did, but his skin was glistening from the recent shower, and his jeans were just tight enough in the right plac-

"I always give rides to pretty ladies," Steve replies with a wink as he grabs your hand. You smile back at him as you both walk back to his car.

Once he has pulled out, you speak.

"In sorry for bothering you, but Jonathan is being a real dick," you vent and Steve nods. He knew Jonathan has always been salty about Steve fooling around with you.

"Like I said- I always give rides to pretty ladies," he says with a smile as he drives toward your house.

"So, does that suggest other ladies?" You ask and Steve goes pale.

"No, I swear," he quickly says and you don't like how fast he replies. It's most likely just a Nancy thing. But, was he catching feelings?

"I'm joking Stevie," you say and he smiles before placing a hand on your thigh. You sit in silence as Steve drives. Said silence is only broken after he pulls into your driveway and says goodbye, before you give him a goodbye kiss.

You open the front door as Steve disappears from your view.

"Yn?" Will ask and walks over to give you a hug much to Jonathan dismay, he disappeared into his room as Will approached.

"Hey Will. How was school?" You ask and look at the table, some D&D drawings were scattered across it.

"I'm not the one who should be answering," he replies and motions for you to sit. You sighs and you both sit

Will begins to work on another drawing, a Paladin for Mike. He loved drawing these, and had already made one for Lucas.

You groan and resume working on a special character. A Zoomer, you and Will had spent the last two months working on a custom character for Max.

You start to scribble the skateboard as you speak, "I already know you want the full story," Will nofs, "Jonathan is really mad that Steve and I are, we don't want to use labels but you get what I mean," you tell your youngest brother.

"Do you love him?" Will asks and looks at you. That caught you off guard. Will had always been the best at helping you sort out emotions and drama, he had a real talent for it.

"Do I?" You ask and will shakes his head "I don't get to answer that question. If you really love him, be with him. Other people will get over it. And if they don't, I support you. And so will mom, Jonathan will just take a little time," Will says and you smile.

"How is a 14 year old boy better at dealing with emotions then me?" You also and will motions for you to go.

"The 14 year old boy is telling you to go call Steve," Will says and you smile before running to call steve.

You could do this.

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And that was what led you to getting a ride with Steve the next morning. You sit in his car as the radio plays in the background.

"Steve I love you. And I'm sorry, but I don't think I can keep doing this," Steve pulls unyi the school parking lot. He parks his car in his usual spot.

"Can I kiss you?"

You don't waste a second after hearing those words to unbuckle and dive across the center consel. You lips connect and you groan into the kiss. It was everything you had always loved, but this time it wasn't a fling. It was your boyfriend.

"Does this make you my girlfriend?" Steve asks. You nod and kiss him again, somehow harder and even better then before.

"I love you to," Steve mumbles into your lips and you smile. You are both forced apart by a loud ringing.

"Shit, shit, shit," you mumble as Steve tosses you your backpack before grabbing his. You both race towards school, you had a pop quiz

"See you later love," you yelk after Steve and he blows a kiss.

God, you loved him. It only took a 14 year old boy sorting out your emotions for you to realize.

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CHAPTER II. The Weirdo On Maple Street.

She’s A Rainbow ↠ 「 STEVE HARRINGTON 」

PAIRINGS: Steve Harrington (eventual love interest), Jonathan Byers x sibling!OC, Joyce Byers x daughter!OC.

WARNINGS: the following mentions of both the usage and talk of drugs.

WORDS: 7, 203.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the gifs used nor original plot lines of Stranger Things however, I do own the storylines of my OC, Nadine. Italics are both Nadine’s thoughts and memories and third chapter for “Oh, Darling,” is in the works, thank you everyone for being patient. Also, I am extremely sorry for such a long wait as I had been very conflicted on a particular storyline of Nadine’s that happens in this chapter but since I could no longer decide on the storyline, I decided to scrap the whole thing and start over. Another thing is when it comes to my writing, I can be quite a perfectionist. Happy Stranger Things Day! Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading!

Monday, November 7th 1983.

WAKING UP TO A THROBBING SENSATION OF AN AWOKEN HEADACHE, Nadine who was stretching out her arms while she remained sitting up in bed, had begun to notice her picture frame; a picture containing of her and her family. It wasn’t Jonathan nor Joyce that she had noticed in particular but of her dear little brother, Will that her face immediately fell into glumness. Getting out of bed, Nadine grabbed a bottle of painkillers and carried on with getting ready for a new day. Looking around her bedroom, she had glanced at her Norman Whiteside poster, who was one of her favorite soccer players that she had received as a gift from her brothers and to whom was quite cute had she added. As she kept glancing away, she noticed her portraits, majority of them having her family as the subject for her artwork, her family being her biggest support whether it was with her art, her soccer team or simply grades. But this particular art piece, irked Nadine because it was one of Will that she had painted of him as he had modeled for her to paint.

While changing out of her previous clothing and into new clothes, Nadine had kept thinking about her brother and where exactly he had gone. She couldn’t help but feel immense guilt based on the fact that if she hadn’t been busy that night, he wouldn’t had been missing.

This is all your fault, Nadine. Will is missing because of you and everything is all of your fault.

Trying to shake the toxic thoughts in her mind, Nadine had begun to carry on going downstairs only to foresee her mother and Jonathan sitting down to eat breakfast, “All right, Mom. Breakfast is ready.”

“What? No, be careful of the poster.” A distraught Joyce had commented to Jonathan. As Nadine carefully walked into the kitchen, understandingly not wanting to be there, she couldn’t help but feel awful for her mother’s current mental state.

“Yeah, okay. All right.” Jonathan had placed the breakfast plates in front of Joyce, “I can’t eat.” Jonathan had attempted to get his mother to eat, “I just need you to eat, Mom.”

“Listen. Listen, the Xerox place opens in, like, 30 minutes.” Her mother mentioned sniffling as Nadine sat down at the table. “Yeah.”

“And I don’t want you to go alone and I don’t think Nadine will be able to go with you since she has soccer practice.” Joyce had mentioned as Nadine forced herself to remain silent but nodded in acceptance, “No, we know. We told you, we got it.” Jonathan had mentioned as he and Nadine were aware of Joyce’s fear.

“So, I’m gonna have Karen take you, ‘cause I should be here.” Joyce had informed Jonathan as Nadine nodded her head, “Actually, I think I can go, instead. I’ll just explain to my coach that I have something else going on.”

“But Nadine, this game is really important for the team.” Joyce had tried to explain but Nadine cut her off trying to reason with her mother, “Yeah, but finding Will is way more important for us, for me.”

“Okay.”

“We need to make, what, 200, 300 copies? How much is a copy?” Joyce had asked both of her children, “Yeah, okay. Okay, Mom. Mom.”

“Ten cents? If we... ten cents-“ Joyce had begun to stammer as Nadine and Jonathan tried to calm her down, “Mom. Mom. Mom!”

“You can’t get like this okay?” Jonathan had advised as him and Nadine had comforted their mother as she begun to stutter, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“No? It’s okay.” Both Jonathan and Nadine had stated, only for a knock on the door to remove them from the comforting of their mother, “We’ve been waiting six hours.”

“I know. I came as soon as I could.” Nadine immediately recognized that voice once she heard it, Hopper. “Six hours.”

“A little bit of trust here, alright?” Hopper had motioned as he shut the door once Nadine had walked carefully into the living room trying to get information but not being assumed to be eavesdropping. “We’ve been searching all night. Went all the to Cartersville.”

“And?” Her mother had asked, looking at least a little grimmer of hope that Will would be found, “Nothing.” The word that had caused Nadine to drop her head down in a complete distressed state.

“God.”

“Flo says you got a phone call?” Hopper had commented, trying to place Joyce’s mind on newfound faith, “Oh yeah.” Joyce had remembered throughout her sniffles as all four of them walked to the wallphone in the living room.

“Storm barbecued this pretty good.” Hopper had discussed as he held onto the burnt phone, “The storm?” Joyce had asked, believing the cause to be completely different. “What else?”

“You’re saying that, that’s not weird?”

“No, it’s weird.” Hopper had freely admitted, “Can we, like, trace who made the call?” Jonathan had asked as Nadine joined in, “Contact the provider? Or something-“

“No, it doesn’t work like that. Now, uh, you’re sure it was Will? Because Flo said you just heard some breathing.” Hopper had suggested but Joyce stood her ground and insisted as her voice began to break, “No. it was him. It was Will. And he was scared. And then something-“ Nadine and Jonathan both immediately began to comfort their mother.

“It was probably just a prank call. It was somebody trying to scare you.”

“Who would do that?” Jonathan had wondered, “Well, this things been on TV. It brings out all the crazies, you know. False leads, prank calls, uh...”

“No, Hopper, it was not a prank. It was him.” Joyce declared, believing she knew exactly what she heard but unfortunately, Hopper didn’t believe so, “Joyce.”

“Come on, how about a little trust here?” Joyce demanded of Hopper, “What, you think I’m...I’m making this up?”

“I’m not saying that you’re making it up. All I’m saying is it’s an emotional time for you.”

“And you think I don’t know my own son’s breathing? Wouldn’t you know your own daughter’s?” Joyce had declared in a fit of protest, something that had irked something in Hopper as Joyce continued to sniffle.

“You hear from, uh, Lonnie yet?” Hopper had asked in a moment of tension as he began to move into another position of the room, “No.”

“It’s been long enough. I’m having him checked out.” Hopper mentioned as he placed his sheriff’s hat on his head and began to walk outside, “Oh, come on! You’re wasting your time.” Joyce reacted as she sighed.

Nadine had swept her mother into a hug as she began to mumble comforting words and the fact that Will will be found soon as Jonathan followed Hopper outside, “Hey, Hopper. Hopper. Let me go.” Jonathan began panting walking up to Hopper’s police truck.

“I’m sorry?”

“To Lonnie’s. Nadine could overhear Jonathan’s plea as she heard his conversation with Hopper, “You know, if Will’s there, it means he ran away. And if he sees the cops, he’ll think he’s in trouble. He’ll.:. He’ll hide. You know, he’s good at hiding.”

“Yeah? Well cops are good at finding. Okay? Stay here with your mom and Nadine. She needs you, she needs both of you.”

As Jonathan had walked back into the house, Nadine had walked towards him, “Jonathan? Are you going to visit Lonnie?” Something that she immediately knew was true and despite the trauma that Loonie had put her through, she loved her dear brother and was willing to suck it up and find him at all costs.

“Yeah, want to come?” A nod of Nadine giving Jonathan a yes of confirmation because despite the two not being as close, Jonathan still believed that he should include Nadine in any searchings for Will because he is both their little brother and they care deeply for him.

As both Jonathan and Joyce had left for school and work, Nadine had opened the cabinet found within the kitchen only to find multiple bottles of medication. One in particular, her ADHD medication, something Nadine had been diagnosed with since she was a young girl considering her hyperactivity, easily distraction and infamously, her exaggerated emotional responses.

Despite advised not to over do it, Nadine when the girl ran out of various of drugs, like heroin or speed, she would turn towards popping multiple tablets of her ADHD medication as an exception of an excuse for a drug induced high.

Eventually, grabbing her backpack, Nadine had left to attend school; something that she had admitted to being awfully early to this particular morning than most of other times. Arriving to Hawkins high school, she was immediately greeted by her closest friends, Steve whom with being the kind friend he is had often walked her to her first period class considering the fact that he wanted to make sure she was alright.

Sitting throughout her first period class, Nadine couldn’t help but feel so overwhelmed with thoughts about Will and the guilt she placed over herself. This is all your fault, if you had stayed home that night, he wouldn’t have gone anywhere. Trying her best to control her mind to think about a different topic, she just couldn’t. The girl couldn’t help the heartbreak within herself as she processed the theories on where she and Jonathan could find, where they could possibly find him.

The ringing of the school bell had echoed throughout her brain had awoken her back to reality. “Nadine, I need to talk to you.” Gulping her breath at Mr. Carter’s words, Nadine slowly walked up to his desk, the girl hoped that it wasn’t anything nerve wracking because she was already going through so much as it was already.

“Nadine, you’re failing my class and I need you to begin to put the effort into your work.”

“I’m sorry Mr. Carter. I’ve just had been going through a lot, with my family and my brother’s disappearance with soccer practice...I-.” Trying to explain her reasoning of failing his class, Nadine was cut off.

“Nadine, now, I understand. Tell you what, I’ll give you an exception but please, catch up. Alright?”

His words had comforted her and she deeply needed this opportunity because she couldn’t let her family down. Her family was already going through so much and she didn’t want to put more stress on them than there already was.

“I have soccer practice after school and then after that, work but I guess, I could tell my coach that I need to take the time to study. I’m sure he’ll understand.” She was indeed correct, Particularly, Nadine’s coach was an understanding man and someone who Nadine had valued as a father figure besides Hopper of course, considering they were more like her father than Loonie ever was.

Attempting to wash her worries away, Nadine had started to play with her fingers as she walked into the school’s hallway. Walking towards her friendship circle but in a slower manner to collect her thoughts, she could overhear Steve mention to Nancy, “My dad has left town on a conference and my mom’s gone with him, ‘cause you know, she doesn’t trust him.”

“Good call.”

“So are you in?” Steve had asked to a confused Nancy, “In for what?”

“No parents? Big house.” Carol informed to Nancy, “A party?” A gullible Nancy questioned which had caused Nadine to want to stop and facepalm right in the middle of the school hallway.

“Ding! ding, ding!” Carol teasingly mocked as Tommy chuckled at the joke.

“It’s Tuesday.”

With Steve trying to convince Nancy to attend his house party despite her unawareness that they don’t care that it’s a weekday to throw a party. “It’s Tuesday! Oh my god.” She could hear Tommy mocking Nancy’s remark.

“Come on. It’ll be low key. It’ll just be us. What do you say? Are you in or are you out?” It was clear that Nancy would need to think about this situation a bit more.

Finding her friends including Nancy and Barb in the hallway, Nadine had quickly been alerted of a house party that Steve would host whenever his parents were out of town which was a lot. “Dean, Steve is throwing a party tonight since his parents aren’t home, you coming?” Carol had mentioned, calling Nadine out by her nickname that her closest loved ones would call her.

“Definitely!” Nadine was known to be quite the socialist, quite opposite to her twin brother who was a very introverted boy. Most people were surprised to find out that they were twins nor even related because their differences overpowered their similarities the two had shared. “But wait. I just realised I can’t!”

“What? Why not?” Both Steve and Carol questioned in unison, “I have ‘work shift’ tonight and I can’t call it off because my family and I really need the money. Even if my boss is a a fucking asshole.” Nadine applying air quotes to the words of the work shift because it wasn’t always a work shift but rather, her own personal hell but she couldn’t pass this up either unfortunately.

“Nadine. Your boss is full of shit, why do that to yourself? I’m sure that it won’t matter if you miss one shift. Besides, your boss is not really giving you a work shift but rather, his only way to take advantage because he likes to take advantage.” Tommy advised, which caused Nadine to roll her eyes. She was no doubt aware of this but she didn’t want to put anymore stress on her family than there already was already.

“Wow! Thanks Tommy, for such comforting words. Besides I know that, if my family finds out though, then I’m so screwed. My family is going through enough as it is.” Nadine’s sarcastic comment failed to give her a grimmer of comfort like it always had this time at least.

“I think I can attend afterwards but can we please talk about something else, please?” With those words, her wish was granted as Carol looked beyond her, “Oh, God. Look.”

A phrase that caused Nadine and her friends to turn around only to see that her friends were now placing all their attention into watching Jonathan as he plastered the “find Will” posters that him and Nadine had spent the previous night creating.

“Oh god. That’s depressing.” Nadine pressed her tongue to her cheek in a fit of anger. Despite her friend’s treatment to Jonathan, Nadine had vowed to never treat her brother in the way her friends do because despite them being at complete odds and regardless, he is still in fact her brother and that’s something that will never change whatsoever.

“Should we say something?” Nancy asks while giving a quick glance at Nadine, “I don’t think he speaks.” Shaking her head at the annoyance, Nadine mentioned to Carol, “Fuck off.”

“How much you want to bet he killed him?” Tommy’s words is what immediately enraged Nadine as she clenched her jaw but tries to remain silent in a calming manner but that does not stop her from speaking in a furious state, “Shut up!” Steve motioned.

“Fuck you Tommy, I will beat the shit out of you if another word comes out of your mouth like that again!” Her words causing Tommy to raise his hands up.

A tensed up and protective Nadine had mentioned, something that her friends may have not gotten an answer to but Nancy was surely aware of that statement considering she was aware of the girl being a Byers child as Tommy raised his hand in a supposed defenceless manner.

Despite her strained relationship with her twin brother, Nadine no doubt still cared deeply for her family and still defended them too particularly Jonathan whom her friends would pick on.

Holding her binders in her arms, Nadine had decided to ditch her friends in order to help her brother in posting find me posters onto every place and every wall they can find only to notice that Nancy was following closely behind her.

Standing close by to Jonathan, she took some posters of Will and assisted him in plastering them as she heard Nancy, “Hey.”

“Oh, hey.”

As Nadine could overhear Nancy trying to make conversation with Jonathan, she couldn’t help but think that despite her dislike of Nancy, this would make Jonathan’s day especially since he’s harbored a crush on her since childhood, “I just…I wanted to say, you know, um…I’m sorry about everything.” As Jonathan and Nancy glanced back at Steve, Carol, Tommy and Barb.

“Everyone’s thinking about you. You too, Nadine.” As much as Nancy tried to make nice with her words, Nadine despised pity and constant sympathy and would rather just ignore it altogether despite people deeming her as heartless and not caring about anyone but herself.

“It sucks.”

“Yeah.” Jonathan sadly said as him and Nancy stared at one another.

“I’m sure he’s fine. He’s a smart kid. She could overhear Nancy reassure Jonathan alongside herself but the conversation between the two was interrupted by the school bell ringing.

“I have to go. Chemistry test.” Nancy had chuckled in explanation.

“Yeah.”

“Good luck.” The girl had hoped for them both.

“Thanks.”

“Hey, Nadine!” Overhearing and recognizing the voice of one of her teammates on the school’s soccer team, Marlee which caused the blonde to turn her head.

“Hey, Marlee! What’s up?” Marlee was a teammate and classmate that Nadine was close with and among the nicest of their team, some were also nice but not as much as Marlee.

“We’re going to meet at the gym, this time at 3:30. Don’t be late because coach Johnson will be scolding.” Her teammate had teased but Nadine had just remembered, “Shit! I can’t! I have something to do today plus work.”

“But, what about our big game? You’re one of our best players and among coaches favorites plus practice means a lot to the team.” Marlee had tried to get Nadine to reconsider to no avail.

“I know, but, what I have to do is more important. I tried to telling him but could you because I couldn’t find him?”

“Yeah, sure.” Marlee nodded as the two shared a hug in reassuring, “Thanks! You’re the best.”

Glancing at Marlee and Nancy walking away, she noticed Steve was waiting for her, “Come on, Nadine!”

“I can’t, I got to go.” She could tell Steve didn’t quite understand what she meant, “Don’t worry. I’ll see you later!”

As she turned back to Jonathan and overhearing over the intercom, “At 8:00 pm. tonight, there will be an assembly on the football field. In support of Will Byers and his family. All are encouraged to attend. Volunteer sign-ups for search parties are still available in the office.”

Hearing that caused Nadine to subtly shake her head, as much as she loved her brother, she hated the once again feeling over people constantly comforting her. Her and Jonathan left the school and went on their way to their estranged father, Lonnie’s household.

Silence within sitting in the car with Jonathan on their destination to Lonnie’s as she fiddled with the radio felt uncomfortable to Nadine, the eldest Byers children didn’t have much in common like they used to nor discussed greatly either, the two were simply on completely different pages and paths now. Despite how badly, Jonathan wanted to deny, he felt Nadine was now, one of those jerks that consisted of Steve and their shared friends.

Looking up and glancing at one another before staring down as the song, “Should I Stay or Should I Go,” began to play on the car’s stereo. The song from The Clash had embarked a shared sweet memory between the two and their little brother. A bittersweet feeling of reminiscing about said memory brought a smile to Nadine’s lips.

She remembered, walking inside her home after a long tiresome shift and on her way to her bedroom, Nadine felt she was over it. Since, her room was after Will’s he noticed her heading towards it but called out as he was listening to a song with Jonathan. “Nadine, over here.”

The lyrics from the song echoing throughout the hallway, “Should I Stay or Should I Go.”

Will had called out as him and Jonathan were listening to “Should I Stay or Should I Go.” And he wanted his sister to join them. “What’s up?”

“Listen to the song with us.” As much as she was exhausted from her shift, she still enjoyed hanging out with her family, especially Will as they were all very close family. In doing this, she joined.

Walking into and sitting in his room, she noticed Will and Jonathan bobbing their heads, a clear sign of them enjoying the song. Jonathan questioned, “You like it?”

“Yeah, it’s cool.” Will had confirmed, “What do you think, Dean?”

“It’s one of my favorites. Definitely.”

Responding back to their brother, “All right, you can keep the mix if you want.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. All the best stuff’s on there. Joy Division, Bowie, Television, The Smiths. It’ll totally change your life.”

“Totally.”

Nadine had agreed as she pointed out, “Bowie and Joy Division are the best though. You’ll enjoy them in particular among the others too.”

In an uncomfortable position, they could overhear their mother faintly, “Where the hell are you, Lonnie?”

Joyce muttered indistinctly, “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear it.”

Noticing her brother’s sad expression, she sat on his bed and attempted to comfort him, “Don’t be sad.” She had motioned for Jonathan to shut the door, “This is ridiculous! I’m so sick of your excuses.”

The music continued to play but as they stayed inside, Jonathan lowered the volume. “He’s not coming, is he?” Will’s questioning of them both caused Nadine and Jonathan to share a glance, “Um, let’s not talk about that.”

“Do you even like baseball?”

Will had denied, “No, but… I don’t know. It’s fun to go with him sometimes.”

Nadine had asked, “Come on. Has he ever done anything with you that you actually like?” Jonathan had added on, “Yeah, you know, like the arcade or something?”

Will tried to recall, “I don’t know.”

Nadine had insisted, “No, all right? He hasn’t. He’s trying to force you to like normal things.” In stating this, Jonathan had added on advising, “And you shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re supposed to. Okay?” A nod in agreement had pointed towards Nadine’s similar thought, “Especially not him.”

“And Will, there’s nothing wrong with liking the games at the arcade or playing Dungeons and Dragons.” Nadine had encouraged, “And hey. I’ll play it with you once I get home. I may not be as good as you or Mike, Lucas and Dustin though.” She could tell Will had appreciated her offer and could see him taking up the possible offer at some point.

Turning the conversation, Nadine had asked, “But you like The Clash? For real.”

“For real. Definitely.” Will’s confirmation had made Nadine smile, another thing that they’d all enjoy together as siblings. Raising the volume of the stereo, they all started listening and enjoying the music once again.

Removing themselves from the memory was the time, they finally arrived at Lonnie’s neighborhood. “You see his house anywhere?” Breaking the silence, Jonathan had asked as they glanced out of the car window in search of his home, “Not yet.”

Stopping on the side of the road, they made it to their father’s home. Nadine couldn’t help but feel a tad overwhelmed, she no longer had a somewhat good relationship with Lonnie anymore and was a bit nervous to see him, This is it. She had thought. With the two walking up to his front door, Jonathan had peeked into the front room as they could overhear music playing, echoing through the house. Sharing a gaze, Nadine had knocked.

They could hear footsteps walking towards them and a voice, “Yeah?” Opening the front door, the woman noticed the two, “Can I help you?”

“Uh, yeah. Is Lonnie around?” Nadine replied first, “Yeah, he’s out back. What do you guys want?”

“To look around.” Not caring about approval and just wanting to look for their little brother, the two stormed inside, “Hey, what do you guys think you’re doing? Hey!”

“We’ll be fast.”

“You take this side, I’ll take this one.” Nadine told Jonathan as they searched calling out, “Hey, Will? Will!”

“Will, you here? Will!” Banging on the door and searching every room in the hallway, Nadine was surprised when hearing a grunt. Jonathan was held against the wall with Lonnie near by. “Get off!”

“Damn, you’ve gotten stronger.” In a realization, Lonnie had observed not only that Jonathan wasn’t as easy to push around but also, that his little girl, Nadine was there. With perceiving him coming towards her, Nadine denied, “Don’t touch me.”

Wanting answers between all three, the woman asked, “Will someone please explain what the hell is going on?”

Lonnie had announced in introducing, “Jonathan, Nadine, Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Jonathan and Nadine. My two oldest.”

“Come here.” Her father tried in an attempt with a hug but she nor Jonathan were having it, “Get off us, man.”

Wondering around Lonnie’s new home, she took a look at all these he had in the living, the stereo, the photographs and the alcohol. Besides a huge amount of usuals within drugs, there were many times that Nadine also had drank alcohol especially with her friends, seeing most times as an alternative substitute when she ran out of drugs.

“Jonathan, Nadine, let me show you something.” Lonnie called out, the two were both a bit unsure with following him but did so, nonetheless. He showed them his new car, “Take a look at this beaut. Should’ve seen it when I got it. Took me a year, but it’s almost done.”

Once Lonnie caught a glimpse at Jonathan opening his trunk, he asked, “Really? Want to look up my ass, too?” Rolling her eyes, Nadine understood Jonathan’s reasoning to do so, “There’s no harm in looking, is there?”

“I told you both, the same thing as I told those cops, he’s not here and he never has been.”

“Then why didn’t you call Mom back?”

“I don’t know, I just… I assumed she just forgot where he was. You know, he was lost or something.” Scoffing as his excuse, “Bullshit! Mom would never forget where any of us where.”

Ignoring his daughter’s response, Lonnie told, “That boy never was very good at taking care of himself.”

“This isn’t some joke, alright?” Jonathan pointed out, “Yeah, I mean, there are search parties, reporters.”

“Hopper’s not still chief, is he?”

“Tell your mother, she’s gotta get you both out of that hellhole. Come out here to the city. People are more real here, you know? And then, I could see you both more.”

Neither of them believed any of Lonnie’s words, he didn’t give two shits about either, “What, you think I don’t want to see either of you?”

“We know you don’t.”

“See, that’s your mother talking right there. Does she even know both of you are here?” Their silence confirmed his suspicions, “Oh great. So one kid goes missing, the other two run wild? I believe that about Nadine, but not you, Jonathan. But that’s some real fine parenting right there.”

“You know what, fuck you! Since when do you suddenly care about us and about being a fine parent, anyway?” Nadine suggested as she mockingly chuckled to which Lonnie heard, “Look, all, I’m saying is, maybe I’m not the asshole, all right?”

“Here! In case you forgot what he looks like.” Nadine shoved a have you seen me poster of Will to Lonnie’s chest, “Let’s go, Dean.”

On the car ride back to Hawkins, Nadine numerous thoughts throughout it all. The blonde haired with hazel eyes girl had felt like her past and mistakes overall were coming back to haunt her. She hadn’t mentioned this to anyone but the past few days that Will had been missing, she had been dreaming of him.

“Nadine, Nadine!” The Byers girl felt a shake which snapped her out of her head’s mind. A confused glance on her face proved to Jonathan how engrossed she was in her thoughts, her own little world, “Huh?”

“We’re here.” She fluttered her eyes while raising her head as Jonathan pointed to the building of her workplace. Letting out a groan, remembering that her shift starts in just minutes from now.

Huffing in annoyance when the thought of her boss came up as she stared at the sign that read, Bradley’s Big Buy which was a supermarket in the small town of Hawkins. As much as she appreciated the money that she received from this particular job since it not only would help her mother and the rest of her family but support her addiction and supply her with drugs. However, she hated her coworkers, specifically the male ones since they were so grossly disgusting.

“Let me know if you need a ride home.”

Nodding at Jonathan’s words, she took her bag, turned around and walked inside as Jonathan drove off. The coworkers had acknowledged her presence, “Hey Nadine.” But the girl paid no mind as she wanted to finish her work shift and make it to Steve’s party in time. After working for an hour with stocking items, a coworker to which Nadine remembered his name was Thomas was standing in front of her holding a broom.

“Here.” Handing her the broom as she stopped, “You sweep the floor. This is a women’s job, anyway.” The tone in his voice let alone his sexist words left such a sour taste in Nadine’s mouth that resulted in a clear disgusted reaction, “You can do something else to clear your time. With me, doll.”

“I’ll pass.” Feeling defeated, Nadine accepted her fate. She didn’t even want to work today but she knew it was the best thing, her family needed the money let alone the fact that they were going through such a devastating time and it distracted her from the disappearance of Will.

Eventually with noticing the clock ticking and getting closer to the time of Steve’s party as well as the sun going down, she realized that her shift was coming to a close. Nadine headed to the back room as she prepared to grab her things before realizing that Thomas’s backpack was open as well as the fact that his wallet was there in an open area for anyone to take.

Well, just do it! Payback for what he did.

In his wallet was a two hundred dollars, she knew that it would help get her another supply of drugs. In no more hesitation, Nadine took the money and put it immediately in her bag as she turned around, said her goodbyes for the day and walked outside.

Outside was a pay phone near by to the store and with remembering Jonathan’s words, she called to no unfortunate avail with a huff, Nadine thought of another person to call. Steve.

Dialling the numbers and tapping her foot on the concrete, she hoped that he would answer and after a few rings, he did. Thank god.

“Hello?” An uncertain tone in his voice as he was unsure who was calling, “Hey, Steve.”

“Oh hey, Dean. What’s up?” Steve felt more comfortable in his response considering he knew who he was exactly talking to now. “Nothing much. Um, I was wondering, could you give me a ride?”

“Yeah, sure. Where are you?” The boy agreed with no second thought.

“I’m outside of Bradley’s Big Buy.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He assured, “Sorry, my brother and I carpooled today and he has the car.” Nadine began, “He’s not answering and I don’t know where he is.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Steve was a very understanding and sweet friend when it came to Nadine as he would help her with whichever problem she had and would consistently come to her defense, everyone would typically tease him with nicknaming her as her knight in shining armour.

The two were always believed to be more than what they actually were and for the first time that year, the people might’ve actually been correct as Steve and Nadine had shared a kiss which ultimately led to questions, assumptions and eventually denial.

In realizing that their accidental romantic interaction was a pure mistake, Nadine had decided to ignore it and pretend it never happened which perhaps hurt Steve more than he led on considering their unexplained feelings for each other. He had chose that the best choice for himself was to move on which he had by engaging in a relationship with goody two shoes, Nancy Wheeler.

To say that Nadine wasn’t as equally disappointed with Steve’s decision would be a lie but the girl was able to hide her feelings more easily and in pretending that she wasn’t badly affected by his choice. She was hesitant of Nancy but still remained a supportive friend.

Nadine decided to make a quick stop to the local store nearby in order to distract herself as she waited for Steve. Strolling along through the lonely aisles, she grabbed herself a pack of cigarettes and a beer while also making a short conversation. Because, she was known to be a frequent customer and the guy who owned the store liked her, he had no issues with her purchasing substances despite the high chance risk it could cause.

By the time that she was done, Nadine had noticed Steve’s car in the street. Immediately thanking him for giving her a ride as they headed towards his to hangout along with their mutual friends, “Thanks, Steve. I owe you. I just.”

Nadine had tried to explain her train of thoughts but it felt too hard to explain, “My brother said he’d give me a ride once I called but nobody’s answering back home.”

“Don’t worry about it. Hey, how come I’ve never met your brother before?”

Trust me, Steve. You’ve met him, alright!

Her eyes had widen, the girl felt so trapped. What was she going to say? Yeah, it’s Jonathan, the guy you and Tommy constantly tease.

“Oh, um.” Nadine hoped that she could find a way out of this conversation and to come up with an excuse but eventually deciding upon a half truth. “We’re not that very close.” To be fair, it wasn’t a lie considering her and Jonathan were no longer that close like everyone refuses to accept especially their mother.

Before Steve could answer any more questions, Nadine was thankful to point out that they finally arrived at Steve’s home in which Nadine ran outside to greet her other friends. In the backyard, she could overhear rock music playing.

Grabbing a beer, she headed outside to Steve’s backyard to catch up with her friends despite it only being a few hours since school, “Hey, Nadine!”

In trying to rid herself of the guilt and shame that she felt towards herself because Nadine couldn’t help in blaming Will’s disappearance upon herself. She truly felt like if she had been there that night, nothing would have happened.

The sound of Carol shrieking as Tommy carried her above the pool, teasing her as if he was going to drop her in while he counted, “One! Two!” Had removed her from her thoughts, “Dean! I need some help here! Should I drop her in?”

Tommy had asked Nadine before he continued on to which she playfully smirked, jokingly saying, “Why not?”

“Nadine!”

“Three!” With a chuckle, Tommy carried on as Carol warned, “Stop it, Tommy, no! Don’t!”

Tommy laughed, “You’re such an asshole, Tommy.” Carol had mentioned as she pushed him. “And you.” Carol pointed towards Nadine, “You shouldn’t have told him!”

Nadine had raised her hands in an apologetic manner despite her and Tommy sharing a laugh in unison over the manner.

Seeing Steve opening a can of beer, she alluded to him, “I’m going to need more than one, Steve. I had the worst shift.”

“Yeah, coming up.” Steve went back inside, bringing more cans of beer out.

“Your boss giving you problems?” Carol had asked, initiating an all too familiar topic, “When is he not?”

“Why don’t you just quit?”

“I can’t.” Nadine struggled to find the words, “Even if I wanted to, it’s just not a good time. My family is going through a lot right now.” A statement to which only Nancy was well aware in what she meant.

Thankfully, Steve had brought Nadine her beer by this point. She watched him as he quickly drank his beer to the neck in which she noticed seemed to make Barb uncomfortable. Nancy, however was impressed.

“Harrington, let’s make a challenge.” Something that surely got Carol and Tommy all riled up, “Uh, I don’t know.”

Steve was uncertain, Nadine teased him, “Why? Pussy?” The girl’s words an attempt to get him interested as Steve shrugged, not caring about her words. Nadine was someone who could at times be very competitive when she wanted to be and this was her moment.

Nancy nor Barb didn’t notice the flirtatious behavior between the two but Tommy and Carol, whom were both good friends with the pair definitely did.

“Fine.” Guilted into the peer pressure of his friends, Tommy and Carol tracked them once the two each got a can of beer. “And I win!”

Steve exhaled as he came into second place, Nadine laughed as she sat down on the chair next to Steve’s, “Is that supposed to impress me?” Nancy had asked Steve as he sat down with his cigarette in his lips, “You’re not?”

“You are a cliché, you do realize that?” Nancy had remarked in a response. “You are a cliché.” Noting as Steve continued while lighting his cigarette, “What with your grades, and your band practice.”

With a laugh, “I’m so not in band.”

“Okay, party girl. Why don’t you just, uh, show us how it’s done, then?” Once Steve placed his lighter down, Nadine grabbed it to light her own cigarette as she mumbled, this is exactly what I needed to herself.

Steve handed the knife to Nancy as she agreed to prove upon him, “Okay.” Standing up, he had preceded to give her directions, “You gotta make a little hole right in.” Not giving him a chance to finish his sentence, Nancy cut him off, “I got it.”

“Yeah, she’s smart, you douche!” Tommy, who was cuddling Carol had said in defending Nancy as she cut a hole, Nadine was surprised that Nancy was at this party, let alone chugging a beer despite her relationship with Steve as she was always someone who was a “good girl.”

“Chug, chug, chug.” They all chanted, the friends all laughing and whooping in unison as Nancy threw the beer she just finished. Nancy just barely noticing her deserted friend had asked her, “Barb, you wanna try?”

“What? No.” The wary redhead denied, instantly. Nadine understood since she always saw Barb as very introverted, “No, I don’t want to. Thanks.”

“Come on.” Trying her best to convince her friend, Steve joined in, “Yeah. Come on. Yeah.”

“Nance, I don’t want to.”

“It’s fun! Just give it a.” Barbara cut her off, “Nance.” But despite how many times she’d deny, Nancy still tried, “Just… Just give it a shot.” Giving her a beer can, “Okay.”

Barb stood up, holding the knife and preparing to cut a hole, “So, you just…” Tommy had chuckled, “Gnarly.” In which Nadine mumbled, “Shut up.”

“Are you okay?” Nancy questioned as Barb had accidentally cut herself with the knife, “Do you need us to bandage that up?”

“Yeah.” Barb excused the cut, in what Nadine believed was a way to make it seem as not bad of an issue, “Barb, you’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine. Where’s your bathroom?”

“Oh, it’s… it’s uh, down past the kitchen, to the left.”

Steve showing Barbara inside on where to go, “Okay, thanks.”

Nadine brought her cigarette to her lips as her friends chuckled, as if this wasn’t a big deal, “Oh.”

The smoke from her cigarette exhaling throughout her mouth, she recalled, “This is the good life.” The girl was at a high chance of being intoxicated but she didn’t want anyone knowing that.

Carol and Tommy chuckled at her words before Tommy randomly pushed Carol who was standing by the pool nearby in as she screamed.

“Oh my god! What the hell, Tommy?”

Nancy and Nadine both couldn’t help themselves in laughing as Carol continued to yell, “No!” Once Tommy jumped in.

Nancy shrieked as Steve pushed her in, “Whoo!”

“Dean, you’re next!” Nadine pleaded with Steve as she tried to convince him otherwise as he tried to trick her into thinking he wouldn’t but yet he did push her in, “Steve!”

Jumping in himself, Tommy laughed. Nadine laughed as Steve came near, pretending to give him a piggyback ride while in the pool.

Eventually, after some time in the pool, they all decided to leave the pool and head inside as Steve handed Nadine a towel as she shudders, “I’m freezing.” Carol noted, “Me too.”

“Hmm… well, I hear his mom’s room has a fireplace.” Tommy remembered as he walked upstairs, “Are you kidding?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Okay, well, you know, you are cleaning the sheets.” Steve had advised the two. “You both all right?”

“Yeah.” Her and Nancy said in unison. “Steve, you mind if I take a shower?”

Steve shook his head no to inform Nadine that he had no issues, “Come on, let’s get you some dry clothes. You can borrow some too, Dean.”

Mumbling a thanks, Nadine headed upstairs but despite no longer being around them, she could still overhear the conversation between Nancy and Barb. “Nance.”

“Barb. I’m fine.”

The words that struck her is when Barb told Nancy, “This isn’t you.” Those words were burned into her mind, she could remember the time when Jonathan said those words to her. He always believed that Steve was the time she became someone new, someone he didn’t recognize especially considering they were so close as children.

She let the water run over herself, Nadine had various things running through her mind, Will being the main one. The girl hoped this party would distract her from her troubles but she isn’t so sure and as of now as she stares in the mirror, she’s unsure if she recognizes the person that she is.

Changing into Steve’s hoodie and sweatpants, Nadine decides to leave earlier than usually. Not wanting to cause a scene or interrupt, Nadine heads out back to which she comes across Barb. A mysterious noise that sounded like the mixture of a growl and shriek echoes throughout the backyard to which Nadine wonders, “Where’s Barb?”

Maybe, she just went home.

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The Bite

pairing: steve harrington x female byers!reader

WC: 5K

warning: cursing, vomit mention, steve being hard on himself. yall im terrible at these.

summary: are we out of the woods?

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG - The Byers Harrington Story-

ONE MORE CHAPTER THIS SEASON!!!!!!

@alecmores i threaten them sometimes ( dont worry)

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“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Realizing that your group wouldn’t be able to outrun the Russians, Dustin snagged one of their transport cars. And with you being a little inebriated, you were thrown in the back with Robin and Steve giggling their asses off while Dustin drove shakily with Erica in the passenger seat.

“Jesus, slow down!” Steve yelled as he bumped into the paneling, a hand keeping him upright. You leaned your head against his shoulder with your eyes closed trying to quell the hurricane storming your head.

“Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?” Robin slurred. “It’s the Indy 300,” Steve corrected. Though Robin was insisting she was correct, “No dingus, it’s 500!” “It’s 300!”

“Shut up!” A harsh snap of your mouth. They were quiet for a moment and you were ready to apologize when Robin said, “Let’s say a million.” And they were back to laughing as idiots.

You weren’t sure how fast Dustin was driving this tiny truck or what its top speed could hit, but you heard Erica yell his name and suddenly the car lurched forward flinging you into Steve and some of the car. Everyone groaned from the sudden impact. “You guys alright back there?” Dustin turned in his seat as he asked. More groaning was his answer.

The door opened with Erica and Dustin waving their arms. “Come on. We gotta go, now.” “Come on! Get out!” “Let’s go!”

“Geez! Can we stop yelling?” Pushing yourself up and grabbing at Steve and Robin to pull them forward. “A little help would be nice.” Irritated that they were yelling but not helping with dragging them out.

You stumbled on your feet, Steve tripping to the ground after you and Robin leaning against the truck. You pulled Steve up and threw one arm over your shoulder to help carry some of his weight. “This sucks,” He whined. “I know, baby. I know.” Arm wrapped behind his waist and moved into the elevator.

Once everyone was in, Dustin swiped the keycard and pressed the buttons. The door closed and hummed to life as it hit speed going up. Steve and Robin were acting like unsupervised children, whooping and hollering giddy. Steve standing on a red moving cart with Robin pushing it side to side. “Hey! You look like you’re surfing!” “Surfing! Yeah!”

You stood beside Erica as both of you plus Dustin just watched them. “They seem drunk?” Erica noted. “Why would they be drunk? (Y/n)’s not drunk and she was in the same room as them.” You stayed quiet. You didn’t feel drunk, you were feeling high and you can tell it was slowly wearing off.

You stepped forward when Robin jerked the cart the wrong way and Steve fell off causing him to roll into some boxes. She laughed and yelled, “Wipeout!” And giggled like a maniac.

Both you and Dustin rush to Steve’s aid. You check over his head for any bumps, smoothing his hair back and Dustin rests his palm on his sweaty skin. “He’s burning up.” “You’re burning up,” Steve mimics.

“Hold him down.” “What?” Confused by Dustin’s request. “Hold him down!” He repeated as his fingers moved to Steve’s eye. “One sec, one sec, one sec. Steve, Steve.” You held his wrist down, but he still was a lot stronger than you, trying to push away your grip. “God, no.”

“Stevie, it’s- it’s okay.” Hoping to calm him down. He still wiggled against your hold as Dustin peeled his lids apart and you saw how blow his pupil was. “His pupil is super dilated,” Reporting the issue to Erica. “Maybe he’s drugged.”

You released his wrist to hold his cheeks. “Stevie-” He booped the tip of your nose with a finger, lips pulled into a wide smile. He did the same to Dustin as he snapped his finger at attention. “Steve, are you drugged?” Steve scoffed, “How many times, dad? I don’t do drugs. It’s only marijuana.” Poking a finger at Dustin’s cheek.

“This isn’t funny, okay? I need to know what they did to you.” Dustin continued trying to get a straight answer. Steve only chuckled and booped his nose again, head rolling around in your hold. His red eyes stared at you before mumbling, “Pretty.”

“(Y/n), what did they give to them? To you?” Seeing as your coherent understanding of the severity of the situation. The pad of your thumb rubbed delicately at the swollen skin of Steve’s eye, “They- They injected us with- with something. All the same thing, but I- I feel different.”

“Are they gonna die on us?”

“We all die, my strange little child friend.” You looked over your shoulder to Robin who sat down and twirled her hair. Her bleary bloodshot eyes and dazed smile, followed by her ominous words brought shivers up your spine. “It’s just a matter of how… and when.”

Furrowed brows pointed to Dustin. “They’re gonna be looking for us up there, so I need you to tell me where you parked your car.” He turned to Steve looking for an answer.

“Oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?” “I would kill for a hot dog on the stick.” Robin leaned her head back with her statement. Steve just whistled in agreement.

“Once we are safe, all the hot dogs on the sticks you want. Just tell us where the car is parked, Stevie.” Hoping his brain would start functioning correctly instead of shorting out. His puppy dog eyes rounded on you, and you knew that was a sign he did something bad.

“Uh-oh.” He sounded like a child. “Uh-oh?” Dustin leaned in.

“The car’s off the board. They took the keys. The Russians, they took the keys.” Hands grabbing at his empty short pockets. “Like, forever ago.” His bad news was punctuated with more squeaky laughter. “That’s a bummer, right?”

You closed your eyes and dropped your head just a bit. Of course, they took his keys. Clammy fingers tingle your cheeks and brows, sweeping to your ears. Heading tilting up just a bit to look through your lashes and see Steve pouting at you. His long fingers played with the loose, sweaty front pieces of your hair while you tucked some of his light parts behind his ear.

“Are you mad?” A deep and quiet inquiry. You were quiet, thinking over which answer is best for this moment. Your thumb scratched over the growing stubble from his last shave as you looked back to his swollen and bloodshot eye. It made you sting with the knowing sign of tears, you were mad, you had a right to be mad when no one wanted to listen to any of your thoughts about this whole thing. But right now, wasn’t the time to blow up in his face again, you were mad and will wait to have a collected conversation when the both of you are home.

So you tucked your bottom lip under your top teeth as you shook your head, “No, no.” Stroking more of his hair, “I’m not mad, just tired.” Steve stared at you, his hands had slipped to sit on your thighs and he squeezed just a bit. He didn’t look too convinced, but it didn’t matter.

“Come on,” Letting go of his face to grab his hands, “Let’s get up. Almost there.” You had to tug most of his heavyweight forward. He was more stable on his feet now, swaying for just a moment but then signing a thumbs up with a dopey smile.

“Okay, when we get out there we need to figure out a plan home.” Dustin stood in front of the door and he had his hands sitting on his hips. “(Y/n), why don’t you call your house and see if anyone’s there? Since no one was answering my transmission…”

“We were underground, there was no signal where the elevator was. Besides you nerds always have those things on, it gets annoying.” Erica stated to Dustin. He just rolled his eyes.

The elevator came to a stop with a jolt then the doors opened. You felt like a giant weight leaving your shoulders knowing you were back in a public space, out in the open air. Dustin and Erica walked forward and they were quiet, as were you. Robin and Steve were the last to exit and their voices filled the night.

“Holy shit!” Steve exclaimed. “Oh, my God, that tastes so good. Ah!” You turned around just as Robin stuck her tongue out. “Steve, can you taste the air?” They were behaving like children experiencing their first winter snowfall. “I taste it! I taste it!”

You ignored their antics when you heard the gate opening and you saw two guards, dressed black grabbing their guns. Dustin and Erica backtracked for Steve and Robin while you ran to open the door. “Okay, okay, okay! Woo!” Robin is still high off her ass while she and Erica run into the service tunnel. “Why are we running?” Steve asked Dustin as they passed you. You yanked the door shut as you followed behind, sneakers squeaking on the linoleum flooring.

“Where are we going?” Huffing breaths hoping Dustin had a plan since he knew this space better than you.

You didn’t get an answer until Dustin stopped at one door and slowly opened it. Robin and Steve swayed on their feet and giggled quietly. You saw Dustin look left to right before calling the all-clear. One by one in a line. Dustin, Erica, Robin, and Steve with you last sticking close to the dark purple walls, rushing over the patterned carpet. Rounding a corner and seeing the Back to the Future poster, you knew now. Dustin led you to the movies, a crowded spot to hide in.

“Steve- Steve, no that’s! Ugh!” Trying to push your boyfriend along as he scrambled to grab a trashed bag of popcorn. He just hummed pleasantly.

Dustin threw the double doors open wide and you were greeted by the voices of Doc and Marty. “Oh! What did I tell you?! Eighty-eight miles per hour!” Dustin led your group to the front row where there were a few open spots.

He pointed a stern finger at Robin and Steve, “You two sit here.” They complained as they slumped down. “Dude, these seats blow,” Steve spoke around his trash food. “Then don’t watch the movie.” You could tell he was getting tired of babysitting them, a taste of his own medicine.

“We wanna watch it,” Robin argued. “Then watch it!” Dustin raised his voice loudly causing a man in the row behind to shush them, Robin and Steve shushing back.

“Whatever you do, don’t…go…anywhere.” Making sure they got the message. Steve teased back, “Fine, dad.” And Robin snickered at the joke. Dustin didn’t say another word as he and Erica crouched passed people to the other end of the row.

Not thinking anyone was planning to leave during the movie, you sat on the last step and then leaned against Steve’s chair. You winced while wrapping your left arm over your stomach, your adrenaline wearing off causing the aching from your beatings. The booming film score pounded in your head with the bright screen hurting your eyes. Your limbs felt so heavy, that feeling when your body is naturally shutting down for sleep or accidentally taking a big hit of weed.

So before you could force yourself to stay awake and alert, you were knocked out.

Loud commotion and flashing lights behind your lids were your greetings as you were being rudely shaken awake. You were groaning and ready to complain towards Steve, thinking you were home and in bed. But instead of home it was the movie theater and instead of it being Steve shaking you, it was Dustin with Erica just over his shoulder. They both shared frantic expressions and when you took note of the two empty chairs you already knew what his question was gonna be. “Where are they?”

You could only open and close your mouth like a goldfish before you abruptly stood from the step and rushed out of the room with the kids behind you. “Okay, let’s split up. There aren’t many options in and out of the closed mall.”

Your sweep of the theater was quick, they weren’t anywhere. And you should be able to spot them easily, they’re wearing sailor outfits in a sea of normal attire. You walked through the exit and into the mall, hands on hips as you scanned possible hiding spots. A hearty sigh while leaning your head back to stare at the ceiling.

Little white dots and artificial stars in the brick building beamed down. “Wow…” The longer you stare the brighter they get, starting to twirl into a cyclone of heavenly light that was making you queasy and dizzy. “Oh, wow…”

Feet sprinted you to the nearest women’s restroom. You were too preoccupied with not throwing up on the floor that you missed the shocked then concerned looks of Robin and Steve. You made it to the third stall and hurled small chunks into the toilet, barely any food in your system at this time it was practically only liquid and dry heaving. Small shakes set into your shoulders as tiny tears stuck to your lashes, abdomen doing mini crunches with your heavy huffing. A helping hand held your hair away from potential damage and their warmth set into your back as they rubbed up and down, side to side, or just in an endless circle.

“Oh, baby.” Your Steve came to your rescue. “It’s okay, just get it out.”

A whimper from your slick lips, “Stevie…” You weren’t sure why you were calling out to him or what you had to say to him. Maybe just wanting to say his name and have him respond, which he did easily. “I’m right here, baby. Right here.” And he continued to rub your back until you were sure everything was gone and you flushed it away.

Steve’s arms wrapped over your stomach and with a gentle tug pulled you against his chest. His chin sat on your shoulder and he tucked his face into your neck, lashes fluttering your pulse point. Your eyes closed in contentment with a pinch to the front of your brow, hands seeking Steve’s on your body, holding onto them like your life depends on it. A clownish frown downturned your lips as you tried your hardest to keep crying at bay, okay with the baby drops falling here and there on your oily skin.

“Is she okay?” Robin’s rough voice filled the space. Steve moved his head and you copied the action so you could see eye to eye. His eyes swam with such sorrow and pain it made you feel sick again. He reached a tentative hand out, hesitating before brushing the pad of his thumb over your jaw and cheeks. You assumed dark bruises were slowly blooming on your skin after this past hour or two. He then took his pointer finger and softly ran it on the bridge of your nose, flinching at the feather touch.

“No… she’s not.” A delayed reply for Robin and almost a defeated sigh from him. “Baby, oh my baby. I’m sorry.” His mouth twisted into a grimace. He saw them earlier in the night, he was still sober when you reentered the room, but looking at them with just a few inches of space apart…

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Voice cracked on the third sorry, his hands couldn’t keep still. Going to your cheeks then shifting to your shoulders then finding their new spot on your cracked hands. Steve’s fingers slotted through the in-betweens, waffling your hands tight as he pressed kiss after kiss to the tops.

“I couldn’t protect you. I’m a shitty boyfriend.” His eyes are hidden from view by his diary hair. You gasped at his words, “Steven Harrington, don’t ever call yourself a shitty boyfriend. Especially in front of me.”

You shook his hands off and cupped his cheeks to push his head up. He looked tired, defeated and you couldn’t stand the sight of the boy in front of you. You leaned in as you moved his head forward just a bit, a firm kiss pressed to his forehead. Trying to convey too many words into a simple action.

You pulled back and gazed intently into his heavy eyes, “Steve, it was a terrible situation that we were able to get out safely. The kids are unharmed and the drug is out of our system, it’s fine now.”

He circled your wrist, “If we just-” You stopped him with a kiss, not caring that both of you would have a vomiting mouth, just need him to pour your love into him. A kiss that was nothing like the one from earlier in the day or your first. It was one where either or both of you are tired from the day, your body giving out the second it hits the mattress, contemplating if sleeping in your day clothes is worth the discomfort and if you’re okay with a pimple popping up in a day from not doing your skincare. How your hands still seek each other out in your drunk-sleepy state, Steve still managing to cage you into his chest with his nose in your hair and hand at your hip. Having a mumbled pillow talk about your day if the two of you weren’t attached to the hip that day, puffs of air from noses in exchange for belly laughs. It was a kiss that was being done blind, both eyes closed and searching out the bullseye in the dark even though the map was memorized. Slow, simple, something grounding and normal; just a firm pressing of lips that followed up with a tiny rhythm before it was enough to satiate you for the night.

You ignore the dull throb from your nose, taking care of Steve was more important. “Let’s just wait until we’re home, clean and in bed, before sorting everything out. It can wait a little longer.” Reassuring him, letting him know that you’re not as mad as earlier, but you have more words to speak. He nodded his head and whispered, “Okay,” Then pressed kisses to both of your palms.

The neutral bubble popped with the banging sound of the door. You both turned to see Dustin and Erica at the threshold, Robin behind them, must have slipped out sometime after she spoke. You could tell Dustin was completely exasperated with all three of you for running off and it was confirmed with his firm, “What the hell, guys?”

With everyone sober and coherent Dustin worked on a plan to get out unnoticed. Trying to find different modes of transportation to leave the mall behind since Steve was the only one with a car, and he was against the idea of breaking into his own BMW.

“Well, the movie should be over by now. We just blend into the crowd, leave the mall, and… I don’t know, hitchhike home.” Robin scratched her head as she paced.

Erica caught an attitude, “You want to walk…home? Yeah, I’m not doing that.” Arms crossed as she popped a hip.

“Well the buses don’t run this late and Robin has a bike, but Steve always drives her or us home when it’s this late. And he isn’t willing to sacrifice a window-“ Steve cut you off at your claim. “I don’t have the money to fix a window.” “I could talk to Eddie-“ He scoffs, “Munson, yeah, I'm good.” You weren’t sure why this was a sudden fight and it was making you sad and angry again.

“Guys!” Dustin yelled before your argument could be blown out of proportion. “We’re gonna get out of the mall with the crowd and hit the road. End of discussion.”

A sigh was all you gave as Dustin went to the door and took peeks into the lobby. You caught Robin’s eye and she scrunched her brows with a meek jerk of her chin, a silent ‘What the hell was that?’ and you just shook your head, pushing it away as if it wasn’t important.

With everyone walking to the door, Steve tugged at your belt loops to keep you back. You were prepared to brush Steve off, but he spoke first with a mumbled, “I’m sorry. I don’t want a fight.” You thought about just brushing him off, but you didn’t want a fight either and both of you are just cranky at this point. “I know, Stevie. We’re just tired.” Flashing him a simple smile as he squeezed your left hand.

“Lovebirds, come on.” Robin called. Dustin’s head was poking through the opening and he held a hand up, “And…blend.” They moved forward, Steve linking your hands and pulling you behind him.

Your group keeps pace with the people chatting about the movie, Steve keeping his head down and your hands clasped. “Well, shit, that worked,” Erica commented to Dustin. “Of course, it worked. Now we just have to get out of this place and home sweet home, here we come.”

“Uh, Dustin?” “What?” Steve groaned a bit, “Yeah, we might not wanna go to your house.” “Why?”

Steve licked his lips, “Well, I might’ve told them your full name.” Dustin looked over his shoulder, shocked. “What is wrong with you?”

You came to Steve's defense, “He was drugged. He has loose lips when intoxicated.” You could tell Steve was gonna say something when Dustin just asked, “So?” That made Steve stutter, “So?”

“So, you resist. You tough it out. You tough it out like a man.” Dustin acting like he was the one in that scary room with unhinged Russians ready to kill him, instead of the vents snooping around. Steve scoffed, “Oh, yeah, it’s easy for you to say.”

“Guys?” A single word from Robin. All your eyes clocked on the two men from outside asking and checking IDs. You all stopped and everyone parted to the sides, Steve pulling you closer. “Abort,” Dustin declared. The men spotted your group and started forward. “Abort. Abort.” Dustin enforced as he made sure everyone turned around and pushed through the crowd.

With your hand still in Steve’s, he made sure you didn’t get lost. Feet were halted at the escalators with ropes closing off the stairs. You looked over your shoulder and saw how they were getting closer, so just told Robin to slide down the middle. One by one you each went down, Robin, Dustin, Erica, you then Steve following up the rear.

There was enough time to find a hiding spot the top level filtered out and the Russians took a long way down to the bottom level. Dustin pointed all of you in the direction of the food court and he jumped over the Great Cookie counter. You gave Erica a boost over as Robin crawled on the red countertop, Steve held your hips as he pushed you forward, and you dropped to the floor with him beside you.

“What do we do?” Erica whispered. Her small chest panting. You weren’t sure if there was a way out, you could hear movement, but it sounded like more than the two you saw so they brought backup and you knew they had guns. If you could go through the back maybe, but still, you were easily outnumbered and overpowered.

As your safety blanket, you intertwined your hand with Steve’s and held it close to your racing heart while holding your breath. Eyes closed and speaking to the angels in your head, wishing for any sign of help coming to your aid.

A car alarm starts wailing and it brings all of you to gasp quietly. You didn’t dare look over the counter suspecting it was a trap. The alarm kept blaring and then you heard a loud crash combined with people groaning. When the alarm stopped and felt like the mall was silent all of you slowly pushed off the floor and over the counter. Russians lay on the floor with blood bleeding from wounds and a promotional car was damaged on its side where it was pressed into the Hot Dog on a Stick counter.

Hearing squeaking footsteps all of you looked to the upper level and hidden in the neon glow of store lights, the kids with Jonathan and Nancy stared from above. A wet hiccup of happiness at seeing your brothers safe and alive, as everyone headed to the closed escalator and climbed down. You were the first to rush over the counter and meet them halfway.

Mike had one of El’s arms over his shoulder as she limped with him towards Dustin who shouted as he laughed, “You flung that thing like a Hot Wheel!”

Jonathan and Will both rushed at you and it made you stumble back from their fast impact. It still shocked you that Will was practically the same height as Jonathan, both their chins digging into your shoulders with one arm behind your back. Your arms were thrown over their shoulders and your palms held the back of their heads, tears splashing your cheeks and shuddery breaths as you composed yourself.

“Oh, I’m so happy you're safe. I was so worried.” Petting the back of their heads to calm your shakes. “Where have you been? I just assumed you were at Steve’s.” Jonathan pulled his head away causing your hand to fall to his shoulder. His mouth dropped a bit, his eyes taking notice of your blood and bruises, “What happened?”

“Russians.” Jonathan and Will shared confused and worried expressions at your word. “I’m guessing something equally as bad has been happening above the surface since El’s limping.”

“Yeah, it’s bad. As in bad bad.” Will widened his eyes, not going into detail on what the bad bad was. You didn’t care, you were just happy your brothers were safe and within arms reach. Jonathan looked over your shoulder and his expression hardened, “Hey, Harrington. Wanna tell me why my sister looks to be in a similar state as you? Huh?”

Turning around you saw a sheepish Steve standing close, his hands messing with the bottom of his shirt. He licked his lip and looked at his shoes before backing up, “It’s- It’s my fault. I- I couldn’t…I didn’t listen. Shit, I brought a freaking ten-year-old into this when she didn’t even know. I’m- I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Damn right, Harrington.” “Jonathan, stop!” Automatic backhand to his head, once again mad that Steve and someone were calling him names. They needed relationship therapy at this point.

“Yeah, sorry to interrupt the sweet reunions. But I don’t understand what happened to that car.” Robin, along with Erica were the only ones out of the loop on El and her powers. Not wanting Robin mixed into this has finally crossed its line, there’s no going back after tonight. “El has powers,” Dustin threw a thumb at the quiet girl.

Robin stuttered, “I’m- I’m sorry?”

“Superpowers. She threw it with her mind. C’mon, catch up.” Steve acting like this wouldn’t be mind-blowing news to Robin who knew nothing about the dangers of Hawkins. Erica pointed at her with new clarity, “That’s El?” Never actually met her, but possibly heard about her from Lucas.

“Who’s El?” Poor Robin. You were gonna point her out when Nancy spoke, in a tone you took a bit harshly. “I’m sorry, who are you?” Again you were gonna introduce her, but Jonathan easily said, “Robin. (Y/n)’s friend.” “And a coworker at Scoops with us.” Connecting her to Steve.

“She cracked the top secret code.” Dustin awarded her. “Yeah, which is how we found out about the Russians. And why we look like shit by the way.” Steve’s sarcasm winning out.

“Wait, seriously? Those were Russians?” Max blurted in confusion. “Some of them,” Erica looked back at them with indifference on her face. “What are you talking about?” Lucas persisted.

“Didn’t you hear our code red?” Dustin questioned. “Yeah. Couldn’t understand what you were saying,” Mike noted. Dustin groaned, “Goddam low battery.”

“How many times do I have to tell you with the low battery?” And you couldn’t help but to bite back the little grin at Steve acting like such a big brother towards Dustin. “Well, everything worked out, didn’t it?” It reminded you of times when Will was just a baby, you and Jonathan little toddlers.

“Worked out? We almost died.” Erica was not happy about Dustin’s look at the situation. “Yeah, but we didn’t, did we?” He sees the glass half-full side. “It was pretty damn close,” Steve added his two cents.

Everyone was busy arguing about the Russians and the gate. You took the time to look at each kid to check them over for any damage done, everyone looking to be in perfect condition. When you didn’t spot El beside Mike you leaned past Steve to see her in front of the next store, her steps slow and body hunched in. You walked away from the group and reached a hand out to touch her shoulder, “El? Sweetie?” Her hands reached up to hold her ears and she turned slowly for you to see the dark red blood sliding down her nostrils, hitting her top lip. Her knees buckled and she fell like a sack of flour.

“El! El? El!” Grabbing her waist quickly to stop her fall. You placed her gently on the ground as everyone crowded around. “What’s wrong with her?” Erica quietly asked.

“What’s wrong?” Mike asked El. Needing to find the root of her problem. She cried, “My leg. My leg.”

Nancy pulled her pants up and Jonathan unwrapped a bloody bandage around her calf. Her skin was stained red, almost orange in the fluorescent glow, with a swollen spot on the top. You held a hand to your mouth, the injury making you feel queasy just looking at it. And to top it off, something was crawling beneath the skin.

“Oh, God.” Muffled into your palm.

El continued to wail and groan, some tears slipping from the corners of her eyes and falling into her hair. “El! El, are you okay?” Mike shook her shoulders as he leaned over her. Everyone was worried and getting emotional, not knowing what was happening and the next course of action to take.

El screamed at the top of her lungs.

*STRIKED MEANS TUMBLR CANT FIND YOU*

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hate to love me. | part 2

summary: the growing feelings towards steve were becoming all the more confusing. but when he shows up at your doorstep, do you have the heart to turn him away?

read part one here.

a/n: omg this took so long i’m so sorry <\3 retail is kicking my arse and i’m working every day until christmas :,( but i think i will most definitely do a part 3 with s3 i’ve got some lovely ideas

fembyers!reader x steve harrington, enemies!tolovers (ish)

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steve’s car crunches up your gravel driveway, slightly earlier than usual, on monday morning.

he sounds the horn, as he usually does, and sits and waits for you to stumble out of the front door, like you usually do.

but you don’t.

jonathan peers out of the door before sighing and walking over to steve’s car.

‘she got the bus this morning,’ he notes, ignoring the awkwardness of the entire situation.

‘oh.. i’ve been calling all weekend, but she didn’t.. uh, thanks man,’ steve nods, looking down at his steering wheel.

‘i don’t know what happened.. or what you did, but she’s been holed up in her room all weekend.. you need to fix this,’ jonathan spits, hand leaning on the roof of steve’s car.

he nods, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek, understanding jonathan perfectly.

‘i swear to god, if this is some elaborate prank or revenge for what happened between us.. i’ll fucking kill you,’ jonathan threatens, standing up straight and walking back into the house.

steve exhales, running his hand along his face and through his hair before pulling off, hoping to at least catch you before school.

the bus is already empty when he shows up, a shower of school kids making it impossible to find you.

you shared one class with steve and even then you sat on opposite sides of the classroom, there was no way he would be able to talk to you there.

he scans the parking lot, recognising a girl he’d sometimes spot you walking in the halls with and jumps out of his car, bounding up to her.

‘have you seen y/n?’ he startles the poor girl, who in turn furrows her brows back at him.

‘jesus.. no, not yet, why do you care?’ she looks him up and down, judging his entire being. you had definitely told her about his antics at the party, causing the foul look on her face.

‘i need to speak to her,’ he declares, now searching the moving crowd.

‘well i don’t think she wants to speak to you,’ she hisses, walking away from him and into the building.

steve bites the inside of his cheek before walking into the school, still in search of you.

it’s impossible. you’re not anywhere.

the bell rings and steve begrudgingly heads to his first class, annoyed that he now won’t see you until last period.

he sits in class with his chin resting in his hand, unsure of what he would even say to you.

his mind is somewhere else for the entire day. at lunch, stacy attempts to speak to him.

‘where’d you get to on friday? no one could find you,’ she nudges him with her elbow.

‘hmm? i went home, wasn’t feeling it,’ he mumbles, eyes scanning the crowd for your familiar grey sweatshirt.

the thing is, partly due to his inescapable gang of bully’s, you’d learnt how to blend into the crowd, how to go completely unnoticed at school so people would leave you alone.

‘harrington not feeling a party? what the hell’s wrong with you?’ she jokes, only to be met with a small exhale from steve.

she snaps her fingers in front of his face, ‘hellooo, earth to steve.’

he turns to look at her, frowning.

‘are you okay?’

‘yeah i’m fine.. i’m gonna go get some homework done, i’ll see you later,’ he announces before standing from the table and swiftly walking out of the bustling cafeteria.

the group turn to watch him leave, puzzled as to what was going on with their friend.

one of the other girls leans across the table to stacy, ‘y’know i saw him going into the bathroom with that byers girl at the party.. maybe something’s going on between them,’ she shrugs.

stacy just shakes her head, furrowing her brow.

steve heads straight to the library, looking at each and every table for you, to no avail.

he was getting frustrated now, hawkins high was not that big, how could you possibly be evading him so well?

the bell eventually dings and he trundles along to his next class, now only one period away from you.

it goes painstakingly slow, mr browns sentences coming out even slower than usual.

finally.

last period.

steve absolutely barrels through the hallway, wanting to grab the desk next to yours before anyone else could.

his eyes immediately clocks your infamous sweatshirt and collapses into the empty desk next to you, apologising to the unsuspecting kid who had slid his bag onto the wood.

you don’t even look up, carrying on- pretending to read the book in front of you, jaw tense as you feel his eyes boring into you.

he leans over and whispers, ‘please talk to me.’

nothing. not even a twitch.

mrs cooper walks into the classroom, loudly clearing her throat before beginning her boring spiel about finals and how close they were.

you sigh, unsure if you could go the whole class with steve’s big brown eyes staring into you.

out of the corner of your eye you can see him scribble something down and then tearing the scrap of paper out of his book before sliding it onto your desk.

you glance down at the paper:

please just speak to me was messily scrawled in big letters.

you look back up to the board, disregarding his message, earning a large sigh from the boy next to you.

the bell rings to signal the end of the day and you attempt to pack your things up quicker than steve can but you’re beaten, he’s already stood at your desk before you can finish.

sighing again, his blue jeans in your peripheral as you shove your book into your bag and placing it onto the desk before standing, still avoiding any and all eye contact.

‘all i’m asking for is five minutes,’ he grabs your backpack, swinging it over his shoulder.

for the first time today you look up at him, stern faced at his antics, ‘can i have my bag back?’

‘if you promise to talk to me.. just let me explain myself,’ he wants to smile at finally getting you to actually respond, but decides against it, afraid that you’d actually punch him.

‘okay, go ahead,’ you cross your arms over your chest.

‘not here,’ he turns to leave, ‘c’mon.’

you’re reluctant to follow him but do anyway, still frowning at the stupidity of this entire situation.

what did he even have to say to you?

you picture him screaming, ‘you’ve just been pranked!’ with his friends all laughing in the background, an over the top film crew all gathered round to watch.

he walks out of the school and to his car, still holding your bag hostage and opening the passenger door for you, ‘get in.’

‘steve, i’m gonna miss the bus,’ you huff, turning to watch the students pile onto the bus.

‘i’ll give you a ride,’ he utters, motioning for you to get in.

‘i don’t want a ride, thanks,’ you attain, becoming more and more irritated with him.

he looks up, watching the bus pull off out of the parking lot, ‘too late, guess you’ll have to get in.’

‘you’re despicable,’ you exclaim, garnering the attention of nearby students.

‘just get in,’ he opens the passenger door, slinging your bag onto the back seat.

you oblige, huffing as you sit down in the seat.

he gets in the drivers side, gripping onto the steering wheel before starting the car and pulling off.

it’s silent at first, despite having all day to think of what he was going to say to you, he was still speechless.

‘why’d you run off?’ he breaks the silence, staring at the road ahead.

‘i wanted to go home,’ it’s not exactly a lie, but most definitely isn’t the whole truth.

‘i’m sorry.. for freaking you out.. i shouldn’t have..’ he trails off.

you turn your head to look out of the window, not wanting this conversation to progress any further.

he sighs, ‘can you just speak to me?’

‘i don’t know what you want me to say,’ and suddenly everything jonathan had said echoes in your ears and you can feel the anger rising in your throat, ‘i don’t want to be a part of your fucking prank.. or.. or whatever elaborate revenge plan you have for nancy, count me out.’

‘what? what are you talking about?’ he looks between you and the road, puzzled.

‘oh come on, why else are you suddenly interested in being my friend? you think i’m stupid?’ you spit.

‘because.. because i like you! i’m sorry- what the fuck does this have to do with nancy?’ he questions, knuckles turning white with pressure.

‘your girlfriend dumps you for my brother and i don’t know how your small brain works, but you thought you could get your revenge on him with his sister but i’m not letting you,’ your hands fly up in rage.

‘w-what?!’ he exclaims, hitting his hand on the leather wheel, ‘i don’t care about your brother or nancy, who do you think i am?’

‘i think you’re the same asshole that bullied me for years!’ you shake your head, ‘i haven’t forgotten, i know just how cruel you are, steve.’

the words are sharp, his mouth falls open in shock that the last few months of your friendship meant so little to you.

‘that’s not.. me,’ he mumbles, ‘not anymore.’

‘yes it is,’ you quickly wipe the warm tears from your eyes, not wanting to let him see how he was affecting you.

his mouth opens and closes, unable to find the correct string of words.

you turn back to the window, pressing your forehead against the glass and sighing.

he pulls onto the familiar drive, blinking as your house grows closer.

you reach into the back, grabbing your bag and placing it onto your lap, ‘i don’t want to be your friend, steve, just leave me alone.’

he stops the car, jaw tense as you leave the car, slamming the door shut and storming into your house.

you hadn’t meant a word you said. you wanted nothing more than to be friends with steve, for him to kiss you so tenderly again.

but god forbid letting him hurt you before you could hurt him.

the week is excruciatingly long, you can just feel steve’s eyes boring holes into the back of your head.

jonathan tries his hardest to try and support you but he can’t help but feel almost smug, as if he didn’t warn you steve was a dickhead.

your mom knows the exact remedy to asshole boys, but she’s still ultimately clueless on how to deal with her children facing boy troubles. she’s grateful that she’s not had to deal with it until now but she’s at a loss of what to say. how often does your sons-girlfriends-ex-boyfriend upset your daughter? not very, she’ll tell you that.

though, she does her best as you trundle through the week. purposely evading all eye contact with steve, sitting outside to eat lunch and getting to your one shared class late enough that your seat options were far, far away from him.

you miss his voice, his stupid little jokes that you would hate yourself for laughing at. but you refuse to admit that to yourself, or your friends for that matter. assuring them that the reason you were avoiding the cafeteria was that the weather was so lovely, it’d be a shame to sit inside.

not one of them believed you, christ, you didn’t even believe yourself.

the days are so long, boring without your twice-a-day rendezvous with steve.

but at some point it reaches friday and you’re sat at home, awaiting jonathan’s return so you could go to bed without worry.

there’s a short knock at the door and you rush to answer, assuming jonathan had once again forgotten his key.

you’d expected him home much later but you just assume he’d got off work early so you weren’t home alone.

swinging open the door and starting on your lecture, ‘jon, you need t-,’

you’re met with a pair of soft brown eyes that you hadn’t seen in weeks, adorning a large blue bruise that most certainly wasn’t there at school.

‘w-what’re you doing here?’ you mumble, clutching onto the wooden door.

‘i don’t know.. i didn’t know where else to go,’ steve coughs, holding onto his rib cage.

‘fuck.. what happened?’ you grab onto his arm, guiding him into your living room and placing him onto the sofa, standing in front of him with your arms across your chest.

you’re unsure if the feeling in your chest is hurt from seeing him in such a state or residual pain from your conversation mere weeks ago.

‘my dad..’ he mutters, leaning back into the cushion.

your heart stops.

all too familiar with the situation, having seen your brother in similar states after fights with your dad. only much younger and more brutal.

‘he.. hit you?’ you carefully sit on the edge of the couch next to him, not wanting to hurt him further.

‘he wanted to.. teach me a lesson,’ he mimics his fathers words, ‘said if i wanted to keep acting like an adult, he’d treat me like one.. all because i was late home last night,’ he leans his head back, still pressing a hand to his side.

you jump up from the sofa, walking into the kitchen and grabbing whatever bag of frozen vegetables from the freezer, offering it out to him.

‘and then he hit you..?’ you frown slightly, watching as he presses the peas to his eye.

‘he shoved me, so i shoved him back and then he swung for me,’ he winces at the cold on his skin.

‘oh, steve..’ you sigh, the guilt from your harsh words weighing on your heart. you hadn’t seen him look so defeated, not even after billy had done worse to his face in this very room not too long ago.

‘you should see him though.. much worse,’ he looks up at you, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly.

you can’t smile, memories of cleaning up jonathan’s bloodied face flood back and for a split second you feel transported back to that dreadful time.

‘c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,’ you offer out a hand which he graciously accepts, following you slowly into the bathroom.

you grab the first aid kit from the cabinet and gesture for him to come closer. he leans back against the counter, supported by his bloodied hands either side of his body.

very cautiously you begin to dab at his wounds with the wash cloth, trying to remove the dried blood.

you step one leg in between his, moving closer, ‘this is gonna sting..’ you warn, blotting at the cuts with the peroxide soaked cotton pad.

he winces, knee jerking up and brushing against the inside of your thigh. if you weren’t in such a vulnerable position, it probably would’ve made you blush.

‘sorry..’ he whispers, eyes squeezed shut.

‘almost done,’ your face only inches from his, observing all of his features in a way that hadn’t been possible before.

you throw the waste into the trash and placing a hand on his sweater, ‘can i?’ you look to him, eyes now open and already staring at you.

he nods and you slowly pull the fabric up, letting your eyes wander away from his rib cage before pulling your attention back to the affected area.

‘okay.. just a bruise,’ you reassure, dropping his sweater and meeting his gaze once again.

‘thanks.. for helping me.. and for not slamming the door in my face,’ the eye contact heavy, neither of you wanting to break it.

you smile slightly, ‘that’s okay,’ finally stepping out of his legs and clearing your throat.

he stands up straight, looking into the small mirror hanging on the wall and sighing.

‘my mom’s out of town.. you can stay here if you want,’ the words spill out before you can even think of the consequences of your proposition.

he turns to look at you, ‘thanks.. are your brother’s here?’ he asks cautiously, not wanting a further fight with jonathan tonight.

you shake your head, clearing up the supplies, ‘jon’s at work and will’s at the wheelers all weekend.’

‘oh.. okay,’ he nods, looking down at his scarred hands.

you pull your eyes from him and shuffle in your spot, ‘you can have my bed, i’ll be fine on the couch.’

‘thank you.. for this,’ he smiles weakly and you nod, refusing to meet his eyes, before turning to leave the bathroom.

you dreaded sleeping on the couch, you dreaded sleeping at all. since that horrific experience in the tunnel, sleep had become a haunted place, images of your brother, of that creature coming at you now running through your mind in replacement of dreams.

choosing to instead stay awake where you could at least control the thoughts. they couldn’t consume you when you were awake.

‘steve?’ you whisper, his back to the door so you’re unable to tell if he was awake.

‘mmm?’ he groans, turning to you.

‘can i.. can i sleep in here?’

‘it’s your bed, silly,’ he gives you a small smile.

‘no, i mean.. with you?’ you swallow, unsure why this was making you so anxious.

‘of course,’ he shuffles over, giving you more room.

you close the door and slink over to the bed, delicately climbing under the covers.

‘it’s scary out there,’ you mumble.

knowing that steve was only in the other room, making the already horrid experience much worse.

he smiles slightly, putting an arm behind his head as he looks up to the ceiling.

you turn over, turning off the lamp on your bedside table and sighing.

not wanting to get too close to steve, making it awkward, you lay facing the door, curled up into yourself.

eventually, you fall asleep, snoring softly as steve struggles to drift off, sneaking occasional glances at you.

at some point in the night you stir, mumbling incoherently about something, tossing and turning.

you wake to steve’s arm pulling you closer, his soft voice cooing you back to sleep.

you sniff, looking up at him, ‘i think i was having a nightmare..’ you don’t move away, instead embracing the contact and shuffling closer, ‘i’ve been having them since that night.. about everything we saw..’

he inhales deeply, ‘me too.. i haven’t been sleeping,’ he admits, his hand beginning to rub your arm.

you lay there in silence for a short while, still stilted from the nightmare.

‘i’m sorry.. for what i said..’ you sigh, hesitantly putting your head on his chest.

these repeated intimate moments with steve were doing nothing for the way you were now feeling about him. you weren’t angry at him really, you were angry at yourself for letting him crawl his way into your heart. after everything he had done to you, everything he had said about your family, you were still unequivocally falling for him.

‘it’s okay.. i was cruel and i’m sorry for that,’ he rests his chin on the top of your head.

‘why did you kiss me?’ you ask pointedly, desperate to understand his intentions.

‘because i wanted to.. you looked beautiful,’ he answers.

you can feel his heart pounding against your cheek, the same feeling from that night in the tunnel when he clutched onto you for dear life.

you move slightly off his chest to look up at him, his features bathing in the moonlight creeping in your window.

he stares back, unsure of what to do next.

‘i liked it..’ you murmur, barely audible.

he moves his arm, placing his thumb and forefinger on your chin, titling it further towards him. you can just about make out his eyes moving to your lips, before he leans down, kissing your lips softly.

your eyes flutter shut before you shift more onto your stomach, moving your leg up over his, wanting to get closer, to experience every part of him.

his thumb stroking your skin softly, other hand moving to the small of your back.

you pull away, studying his face, ‘i liked that more,’ you don’t try to hide the smile on your face.

‘me too,’ he breathes, grin creeping onto his face.

the night is full of kisses. kissing him just because you can, because it feels good. like his lips were the safest place in the world.

it’s not early when you finally awake, the bright sun indicated that it was at least afternoon.

truthfully, you had both needed the sleep, finally able to sleep through without the darkness of that night creeping in.

your head still in the same position on his chest, hoping to god that you didn’t drool.

you sit up, breaking away from his grasp and just watching him sleep. tracing over the cuts on his hand that was now holding onto your arm.

he stirs, slowly opening his eyes to look up at you, squinting from the bright daylight cascading in.

‘hi,’ you whisper, blinking down at him.

‘morning,’ he says, voice gruff with sleep.

‘not quite,’ you look over to the alarm clock on your bedside table quite clearly displaying that morning had passed.

‘jeez.. i haven’t slept that good in.. months,’ he stretches, placing his head back on the pillow, never breaking eye contact.

‘me too,’ you smile, ‘you hungry?’

‘mm, very,’ he sits up as you get out of the bed, one of jonathan’s hoodies hanging off of you.

‘c’mon, i’m starving,’ you motion, roughly combing through your hair with your fingers.

steve joins you standing and your eyes quickly fall to his black boxer shorts before averting your eyes and spinning on your heel to the door.

you’re mumbling about something when you reach the kitchen, two sets of eyes now staring at you.

you stop abruptly, eyes widened at the sight of nancy and jonathan sat at your kitchen table.

steve is either still half asleep or simply not paying attention as he bumps into the back of you, nearly knocking you over.

there’s a small silence, jonathan’s eyes flicking from you to steve to steve’s lack of clothing and then back to you.

‘i.. uh, thought you had work this morning?’ you stutter, tripping over your words.

‘i did. it’s one in the afternoon,’ your brother says, pushing the plate back from in front of him.

‘right..’ you nod, biting your bottom lip.

nancy just stares down at the table, finding it increasingly awkward that her ex boyfriend was stood in her current boyfriends kitchen.

‘i’m just gonna..’ steve points to your room before speeding off.

you can’t decipher the look on jonathan’s face, part disappointment and part confusion. after the last few days of your moping and inadvertent comments about steve, he had hoped you weren’t going to go back.

‘he had nowhere to go, jon.. i couldn’t just leave him,’ you’re almost pleading with him.

he sighs, ‘i don’t care.. you can do whatever you want,’ he scowls.

you look down at the floor, playing with the hem on his hoodie.

‘i’m staying at nance’s tonight.. i was gonna ask but.. i guess you’ll be alright here,’ he raises his eyebrows, now looking at his girlfriend.

‘yeah.. i’ll be okay,’ you mutter.

jonathan stands from the table, the empty plates clattering into the sink before grabbing his bag from the floor.

nancy flashes you a small, but sincere smile as she walks out of the room.

you grab jonathan’s arm before he can push past you, causing him to glare down at you.

‘it’s his dad jon..’ you whisper, catching his gaze. it was unnecessary to finish the sentence, he knew perfectly well what you were going to say.

jonathan sighs, tensing his jaw before giving you a small nod. a small, unspoken, understanding between the two of them.

he gives your arm a gentle squeeze before walking out of the door, following nancy to his car.

you exhale before walking back to your room, nudging the door open to see steve stood by your bed in his jeans.

‘it’s safe to come out now,’ you chuckle, watching as he fumbles around with his shirt.

‘i can go.. if you want? my dad’s probably cooled off by now..’ he looks at you.

you shake your head, ‘no.. stay, jon’s spending the night at nancy’s and i really don’t want to be all alone,’ you reassure him.

steve doesn’t need to be asked twice, another night away from his dad with the added bonus of being with you was enough for him.

the rest of the day is spent lazing around on your couch, watching the stack of pretentious movies jonathan had rented from the video store and eating your mom’s cupboards bare.

conversation about everything and nothing fills the room, exactly how it was with him before that party. except now, it felt lighter. like you weren’t both hiding something.

eventually, talking turns to kissing and then suddenly it’s a hazy make out session with your legs straddling steve’s, his large hands running up and down the skin of your back.

you shift on his lap and he groans into your mouth as you thigh brushes against his semi-erect cock.

continuing the action, repeatedly shifting your hips back and forth, adoring the way steve was becoming undone.

the kiss becomes sloppy, lazily connecting your mouths as his groans become moans, strong fingers digging into your back.

you were a novice at this, responding to his sounds with a quickening of your hips.

his hands slide down to the fat of your hips, stopping your movements before he actually came in his pants.

‘mm.. do you want to?’ he asks, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips.

you nod slowly, hesitant to already be letting steve fuck you, but too turned on to say no.

‘i’ve only.. done it once..’ you mumble, simply embarrassed that you were not nearly as experienced as him.

to be quite frank, it had been dreadful. in the 10th grade, you and one of your friends, dylan, had made a pact that if you were both still virgins at the end of summer then you would have sex with each other.

summer ends and of course you’re still a virgin, so you go over to his house and have the most awkward, awful, five minutes of sex before leaving and never speaking of it again. you wondered why everyone was in such a rush, if it was godawful like that, what’s the need?

‘we don’t have to,’ he places his forehead on yours.

‘i want to,’ sliding your hands to his shoulders, ‘but not here.’

he nods, moving you off of him and onto the couch before standing and readjusting himself, before looping his arms underneath your arms, hoisting your body up.

your legs wrap around his waist, arms hanging off of his neck as you kiss him again. a giggle escapes into the kiss has he backs you into a wall, returning the kiss.

he relents, moving towards your bedroom and laying your body back onto the bed, falling on top of you, his lips finding your neck, leaving soft kisses all the way down to your collarbones.

your hands slide into his long, tousled hair as his hips rut against yours, lips leaving a trail of violet marks as he begins to remove your hoodie, as his huge hands glide against your exposed skin.

you lift your arms up to allow him to pull the hoodie off, breathing out shakily as you’re left exposed beneath him.

his eyes glance down between your bodies before quickly meeting yours again, lips smashing against yours. you can feel him smirk against your lips.

you’re giving him complete control, having no idea what to do next in this situation, unsure of where your hands should go or do, what noises you should be making. it was miles apart from your experience with dylan.

he takes his own shirt off before continuing the kiss, grinding his now very erect cock against you. the unfamiliar sensation between your legs becoming entirely too much, needing him to hurry up with this routine.

steve picks up on your needy groans, fumbling around with his jeans before shimmying them down and off of his legs.

you can immediately feel the sheer length of him pressed against your core, only a thin layer of fabric between you.

he can feel your body brace slightly, ‘are you sure you want to do this?’ he asks against your skin, face still buried in your neck.

‘yes.. i want to,’ you assure, running your fingertips through his hair.

he moves back up to your eye level, moving a hand to cradle your cheek, propping his body up on his elbow as his other hand tugs his boxers down around his thighs, before doing similar to your pajama shorts.

‘sure?’ he double checks, staring down into your eyes through thick eyelashes.

you nod, ‘yes, steve,’ you whisper, blinking up at him.

he lines himself up with your entrance, his eyes not breaking contact with yours at all as he very slowly slides into you, your nails digging into his shoulders at the feeling of fullness.

it was no secret that steve’s cock was huge. you’d heard girls at school giggling about it after they’d watched his basketball practice, the outline of it was incredibly prominent on those school issued shorts.

but now it was inside of you and potentially it could be too big as you brace, ‘w-wait,’ your hand stopping him from moving, eyes squeezed shut.

‘too much?’ he asks nervously, staying as still as possible.

you nod slightly, looking back at him before quickly looking away. his gaze was all the more intimidating with his dick inside of you.

you exhale and release your grip from his shoulder, ‘o-okay,’ you whisper.

‘okay..’ he nods, slowly moving his hips as you stretch around him, becoming accustomed to the feeling of his cock.

he keeps a slow pace, soft groans tumbling out of his mouth.

eventually the uncomfortable feeling becomes pleasurable and your mouth falls open, watching as his hair flops down to his forehead and his sweet eyes take in every inch of your face.

‘yeah?’ he mumbles as he cautiously quickens his rhythm.

you can only nod in response, words failing you as he hits your sweet spot. encouraging him to continue with lowly moans and gasps, slightly tugging on his hair.

his hand moving down to find your clit, thumb rubbing small circles around the fleshy area. the feeling is foreign and you don’t know how to respond to the building pressure in your stomach, worlds apart from your past experience.

‘s-steve..’ you gasp, closing your eyes as he grunts into your ear.

‘mmm.. yeah?’

you can hear the smirk in his voice as he begins to falter, nearing his own orgasm.

‘shit..’ you breathe as the pressure reaches it’s hilt and your walls clench around him, legs trembling and a variety of curse words fall out of your lips.

the sight of you coming undone beneath him is enough to send steve to his orgasm, a final few thrusts as he empties himself into you.

he rolls over to the empty bed next to you, a deep exhale as his chest rises and falls.

you pull the blanket up to your chin, suddenly incredibly insecure about your performance.

steve turns on his side to face you, gentle hand reaching up to cup your face, forcing you to look at him.

you cheeks burn red, but you maintain the eye contact, returning his smile.

‘you’re good, yeah?’ he asks, running his thumb over your cheek.

‘yeah,’ moving in closer to his chest as his arms wrap around your shoulders, holding you to him.

the pair of you lay in silence in that position for a short while, his chin resting against the top of your head.

‘i.. uh-,’ he swallows, ‘i really like you.. if that wasn’t already obvious..’ he breaks the silence.

you grin against his chest, heart skipping a beat, ‘it wasn’t,’ you jest, ‘..i like you too,’ you add quietly.

his fingers begin tracing through your hair, perfectly locked together in your bed, spending the rest of the night babbling about irreverent topics, seeing the real steve harrington. not ‘king steve’ or the version of steve girls in school had made up about him, but the true him.

before eventually falling asleep cradled in his arms, a place you found yourself the most secure.

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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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can you write some headcanons where you're johnathans twin sister or something and your dating Steve?

Dating Steve Harrington and Being Jonathan’s Twin Sister

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summary: what it’s like to date steve “the hair” harrington while being a byers kid

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (byers!reader)

WARNINGS: mentions of canon typical violence, plot inconsistencies bc i have the memory of a goldfish

note: gonna try not to make this one as annoyingly long as my steve x henderson!reader but we will see !! this has no spoilers for stranger things 4 bc truthfully i don’t remember it enough to write the plot out

You and Steve definitely did not get off on the right foot at first. “King Steve” and his obnoxious friends relentlessly tormented your brother, going as far as breaking his camera.

Tommy H and Carol teased you sometimes, as well, but your friendship with Nancy Wheeler protected you from receiving the same torment that your brother received.

When you found out your younger brother, Will, had gone missing, you and Jonathan found comfort in each other, both of you recognizing the horrible and frankly, insane state your mother was in.

Steve had even (reluctantly) brought over a casserole, which he claimed was from his mother, but in reality, he and Nancy spent hours looking for recipes and had multiple trial casseroles waiting at home to be eaten.

After seeing how caring and sweet Steve really was, your feelings for him began to change. You really appreciated his help and support while things were going to hell in Hawkins.

After Will was finally home and things were relatively back to normal, you and Steve had even started a small friendship, much to your brother’s distaste. However, even Jonathan didn’t hold much of a grudge against Steve after they reconciled.

You were especially thankful the following year, when Steve had taken the party under his wing, protecting them when things started to go to hell again.

Around the same time, Steve and Nancy’s relationship came to an end. You noticed Jonathan and Nancy had been spending more time together as well.

While Will was possessed by the Mind Flayer, Steve became a support system for you. While Jonathan was seeking comfort from Nancy, you found yourself frequently wrapped in Steve’s arms.

Obviously, in a purely platonic way. Steve was a great friend, a fantastic friend, even.

These new relationships greatly confused you and Jonathan.

“What’s up with you and Nancy?” “What’s up with you and Steve?”

Even though the situation is a little confusing, Jonathan is the biggest Y/N and Steve supporter. No matter how many times you explain that your relationship with Steve is completely platonic, Jonathan still doesn’t believe it.

“Yeah, right. You don’t see the way you look at him.” “Jonathan, I swear to god”

Even Will joins in, teasing you about your “nonexistent” crush on Steve.

“I drew this picture for you. There’s you, me, and Jonathan, and then over here is Steveholdingyourhand” The words rushed out of his mouth and he held back a laugh as you grumbled but still took the drawing.

Steve loves coming over to your house. His house is so quiet and cold. He thinks your house feels more like a home. Even though it’s small and sometimes a little messy, he thinks it’s cozy and warm.

He also loves Joyce and Will. Joyce has this need to take care of any kid who walks into her house and Steve is absolutely at the top of the list. His mother isn’t like that at all so he definitely basks in the attention.

Will makes Steve wish he had a younger sibling. He tries to spend as much time as he can with Will. Next to Dustin, Will is the kid in the party that Steve is closest to. Will loves Steve and appreciates that Steve listens to him and lets him ramble on about DnD, his favorite TV shows, etc.

The next summer, Steve takes a job at the new Starcourt Mall. You like to visit him at work, coming to order ice cream at least 3 times a week. Sometimes, you take Will with you.

Robin bugs Steve about you for weeks, encouraging him to ask you out.

Of course, right when he finally builds up the courage, things start to get bad in Hawkins again.

You and Steve don’t reunite again until after the Battle of Starcourt. While the Scoops Troop were infiltrating secret Russian bases, you and the party were focused on whatever the hell was going on with Billy Hargrove.

You’re sitting outside the burning mall when Steve approaches you. Your mom, Will, and Jonathan are all okay and everything feels like it could relatively go back to normal.

You notice the cuts and bruises littering his face and the bags around his eyes. His hair is falling in front of his face and you tenderly push it back for him. His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you in for a hug that lasts suspiciously longer than usual.

“I love you.” He spits out quickly before his adrenaline rush wears off. He’s frozen and it feels like it takes centuries for you to respond.

“I love you, too” He releases a breath, leaning down to kiss you softly.

A few feet away, Will nudges Jonathan, pointing to the scene in front of them. Jonathan groans, squinting his face up in disgust at the sight of his sister locking lips with Steve Harrington.

“You owe me $20.” “Yeah, yeah, I know” Will smiles proudly, glad that at least something good came out of this disaster.

Jonathan and Steve weirdly become pretty good friends after this. While Jonathan is still fiercely protective of his baby sister (who, in reality, is only 3 minutes younger than him) and would kick Steve’s ass for a second time if he had to, they find out that they actually have a lot in common.

Steve fits right in with your family. He’s very respectful and kind and they all love him so much.

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moonlightsolo · 2 years

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summary: you and steve go back to hawkins to break the news that you’re pregnant, but things go a little off course.

pairing: steve harrington x byers!reader

note: this is so cute n fluffy but also kind of angsty and not proofread sorry </3

read part 1 here

steve harrington’s arms are wrapped around your mid section, his unruly head of hair buried sleepily in your neck.

while laying, barely awake, in your bed, his hand rests on your bump under your shirt; his thumbs rub soft circles into your skin.

“steve?” your voice is soft and ridden with fatigue.

“yeah, babe?” he hums softly, the californian sunrise is just now barely lighting up your room.

“we gotta get up. we have a plane to catch.” you yawn, slightly stretching your body away from his.

steve grumbles something incoherent under his breath, hands gripping your hips to pull your behind flush against his front.

his plush lips begin to press lazy kisses against the junction where your neck meets your shoulder, “hawkins can wait.”

you can’t help but giggle at his words, “hawkins can, but the pilot of our plane won’t.” your hand reaches back to push through his hair, making him groan quietly.

“as much as i want to lay in this bed with you for eternity, we have to go… plus i really gotta pee.” you reluctantly push his hands off of you so you can sit up. you swing your legs off the bed so they hang there for a moment.

“noooooo.” steve protests, flailing his body so he’s laying on his back. you turn your head to the side to look at him staring up at you. the most pitiful look is on his face, his bottom lip is jutted out in a pout and his eyes are begging you to lay back down.

you can’t help but crawl back towards him, hovering over him to press a kiss against his addicting lips, “i’m supposed to be the one on top.” he whispers cheekily against you.

“shush.” you smack his chest playfully before swinging your legs over him and hopping off his side of the bed. you waddle over to the bathroom, disappearing behind the door to get yourself ready.

once your face is washed, and your teeth and hair are brushed, you walk back into your cold room to grab your clothes. steve is already dressed, sitting on the bed you once laid in and is now made perfectly.

“hey.” his eyes skim through a photo album you had created for you two.

his head perks up when he hears your voice, an instant smile forming on his tired face. “my baby. hi.” he sets the book to the side to make grabby hands at you.

your feet drag yourself up to him, his head at a perfect height to press a kiss against your belly. you’re wearing one of his shirts with no pants, his hands instantly find the crease where your butt forms into your thighs.

“love you.” you mumble as you brush your fingers through his soft strands, his head leans into your touch.

“and i love you.”

the past few months have been something you would’ve never imagined. when steve first arrived in california, you were only a mere six weeks pregnant. now, you’re around four months and counting.

steve had to go back to indiana at first, to settle things with his parents, before coming back to be with you. each time he visits, joyce welcomes him with open arms, so does eleven and will. jonathan, is just jonathan. they’ve always had a touchy past, so they barely talk. he takes numerous flights back and forth between each state, but this time he’s come to bring you back home to visit.

you’ll be in hawkins for two weeks, like a little vacation. you’re excited to see everyone again, and you know steve is antsy to break the news to everyone. he’s even come up with an elaborate plan.

a knock sounds on your door, making you both get whipped out of the trance you’re in, “you guys decent?” your moms muffled voice calls out from behind the wooden surface.

steve’s hands drop from fondling your ass, and you take a step back from him as the door opens. her eyes glance between you both suspiciously, “if i’m interrupting something i can come back in a few minutes?” she offers.

you shake your head with a giggle, “no, no mom. i just need to get dressed, we’ll be down in a minute.”

“ohhh-kay then…” she says disbelievingly, eyeing you both before leaving the room. steve stifles a chuckle into his hand, shaking his head.

“i don’t know why we’re acting like this, i mean i’m literally pregnant, so she knows we’ve had sex.” you shake your head as you walk over to your dresser to get dressed with a smile.

“yeah, it’s like we’re nervous little teenagers all over again.” his hands rub over his face before standing up to collect your luggages, “i’m gonna start bringing these down. i’ll meet you downstairs, yeah?”

you nod, puckering your lips which steve quickly scurries over to you to fulfill your wish. once he leaves you get changed in some black spandex pants, a white baby tee and an oversized flannel. you pull on some ankle socks to go with your chunky sneakers.

when you decide it’s time to head downstairs, you grab your backpack to sling it over your shoulders. eleven and will are sitting on the couch sleepily playing on will’s gameboy. jonathan is helping steve pack the car with their numerous suitcases, and joyce is also outside trying to help.

“hey guys. you ready?” you playfully rub your knuckles against the top of will’s head, “yeah. sure, whatever.” he grumbles, his thumbs continuing to press buttons.

sooner than later, it’s finally time to leave. the sun has just risen over the horizon and the byers family, and steve, are on there way to the airport. getting through security was a breeze, and sitting at the gate was boring, but your boyfriend kept you entertained with his dad jokes and soft touches.

boarding wasn’t terrible, but el was reasonably paranoid. she tried her hardest not to be scared, but you helped keep her calm. jonathan, will and your mom all sat in one row, and you, steve and el in the one directly across.

for most of the flight, you slept on steve’s shoulder or drew in a coloring book with el’s help. she would also continually check up on you throughout the flight to make sure you and the baby are okay. she’s been quite protective over you since she found out.

you won’t lie, going back to hawkins while pregnant terrifies you. the thought of something happening while visiting constantly runs through head. especially when el’s powers have disappeared.

“you alright?” steve asks, hand gripping yours as the plane descends towards the landing strip of indianapolis airport.

“me? yeah, yeah i’m fine.” you rush to say, squeezing his hand back. el grips your arm tight as the plane’s wheels touch the ground.

getting out of the airport was challenging. eleven and steve held both of your arms protectively as they weave and bob through the crowds of numerous people. finally, your family makes it outside. instantly spotting the wheelers. ted and karen are outside of their cars, searching around for your group with elongated necks.

once karen spots your family, her arms wave happily above her head. joyce greets her first with an excited hug. the back door opens, and a very tall and lanky mike steps out. your eyes widen at how big he’s gotten. you go to talk to el, but she has already left your side to run to him.

once the rest of your traveling gang says hello to the wheelers, you all load into their vehicles. thankfully the wheelers drove two cars to be able to transport your group.

you squeeze into the backseat of ted’s car with steve and will, sitting between them both. jonathan climbs into the passenger seat, keeping up small talk with mr. wheeler.

while on the way to their house, he can’t help but notice your pregnancy bump. your flannel has fallen away from your front and settled around your sides, “oh man. i see we have an extra passenger i didn’t know about. unless you packed on a few extra pounds since the last time i saw ya.” ted eyes you as he talks to you through the rear view mirror.

your hand instinctively rests on your belly, smiling awkwardly at him. “oh no… just a baby- yeah…” you chuckle, looking at steve with a little smile.

the ride is silent after that, a bit of awkward tension settles into the interior of the car. ted wheeler has always been kind of weird to you.

once the car pulls into the driveway of the wheelers house, you practically push steve out the door to climb out. “excuse you!?” he exclaims at you, eyebrows furrowing in confusion from your urgency.

“move.” you laugh and roll your eyes at him. his hand extends to help you out of the car which you gladly take. when your feet are settled against the pavement, his arm slides to wrap around your lower back. he leads you to the front door along with everyone else.

when you walk into the entrance, you’re lead towards the living room. it’s oddly quiet in here.

“surprise!!!” people shout as they emerge quickly from behind the furniture, making you squeal and jump into steve’s arms.

dustin, max, lucas, robin and nancy were all hidden, but now they’re smiling at your group with big eyes. “oh my god!” you cry out from seeing how grown up every one looks.

nancy runs to jonathan while max and lucas go to mike and eleven. dustin and robin choose to walk up to you and steve.

the boy calls out your name with a big grin, arms wide and open as he leans in for a hug. “henderson! long time no see!” you hug him back just as tightly.

you interrupt robin and steve’s conversation to pull her into a hug. so thankful to be able to see one of your really good friends again.

“robin!” you feel the lump growing in your throat from your rising emotions, “it’s so nice to see you.” her raspy voice whispers in your ear.

when you pull back, you wipe your fingers over your eyes to hide the wetness sticking to your eyelashes, “i can’t believe i’m back here.” you sniffle loudly and push your hair off of your damp forehead, “god, i’m sweating so bad.” you laugh and begin to pull your flannel off of your body. you sling the fabric over steve’s shoulder, forcing him to hold onto it for you.

suddenly, you realize everyone around you has gone silent and steve is staring at you with big eyes.

“oh shit.” you hiss out as you internally panic. your eyes dart around at everyone eyes fixated on your belly.

“you’re… pregnant?” dustin is the first one to speak.

“she’s pregnant?” you hear lucas whisper much too loudly to max, who’s face is as red as a her hair.

nancy is standing there in shock, her mouth agape with her arms loosely wrapped around jonathan’s waist.

“oh my god!” robin exclaims loudly, pumping her fists into the air, “i’m gonna be an aunt!” she pulls you back in for a hug, squeezing your shoulders happily.

“el? why didn’t you tell me?” mike questions her, “well- it was a secret.” she glances at you and you give her an apologetic look.

“is it steve’s?” dustin questions, making your head snap towards him. frustration bubbles at the surface, urging to lash out at him from that extremely ignorant question. “of course it’s steve’s, you little asshole!”

“language!” your mom scolds you.

steve leans forward to slap the back of his head, making the boy instantly grip the tender spot. “that was a stupid question, man.” steve scoffs, “why would you ask that?” he continues to lecture him.

you look over at nancy who is eyeing you with an odd look. then she breaks eye contact to whisper into jonathans ear. she grabs his hand and leads him out of the room, which sparks anxiety in your chest.

“well, congrats! i guess.” max shrugs, refusing to make eye contact with both you and steve. her arms are crossed over her chest with disinterest.

“oh yeah! uh- congrats guys!” lucas perks up, bobbing his head as he nods awkwardly.

“yeah…congrats.” mike rolls his eyes as he stares down at eleven, his arm slung over her shoulders.

“well, surprise!” steve’s arm slides around your hips to grip your waist, “we had a whole plan to break the news to everyone, didn’t we?” steve looks down at you with a soft chuckle.

his eyes glance between both of your eyes and your lips, before finally closing the gap to peck your lips.

“blegh.” dustin gags and turns on his heel to go talk to the rest of his friends.

“alrighty then! i’m gonna go find nancy.” she whistles as she prances away.

“i think she’s upset.” you whisper against him, your arms wrapped around his back.

“who? robin?” steve’s face wrinkles in confusion.

“no, no… nancy.”

“nance? wha-?”

you slyly roll your eyes at the little nickname, obviously feeling some resentment towards it. “but why would she be mad? she’s with your brother.”

you sigh and pull him away from everyone’s hearing range, “she looked upset. she left the room, steve. she obviously still has feelings for you. what else am i supposed to think?” your eyes drift to your feet, in attempt to hide your insecurity that’s blatantly plastered on your expression.

“hey…” his hand grips your chin to lift your face back up to his, “even if she is.. upset or whatever. it doesn’t matter because i’m with you now, and we’re going to have a baby together. our baby, yeah?” his knuckles gently brush against the roundest peak of your belly.

tears spring to your eyes from his words, your smaller hand wraps around his wrist to pull him down into you. “i love you so much, harrington.”

he chuckles shyly into your neck, “i love you.”

“how about we get outta here?” he pulls back slightly from the embrace.

“and go where?”

“my house? we can just be lazy… lay around… maybe take a bath?” he offers, a cheeky smile curls up on his perfect lips.

“yeah.. i’d like that.” you grin sweetly up at him.

steve leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead before stepping away, his arms open theatrically as he talks, “alright everyone!”

the buzz of conversation goes quiet and all attention is put on him, “it was amazing to see every single one of you and finally be reunited but we have to go. it’s about that time,” he glances at his watch and taps the glass with his opposite hand, “we’ll see everyone later!” he reaches back to grab your hand, letting you kiss your mom goodbye before leading you to the front door.

the sound of multiple feet stomping down the steps, makes you and and steve halt to look up the staircase.

robin, nancy and jonathan have paused their movements to stare at you two leaving. “oh- uh… where are you guys going?” jonathan continues to move down a few so he can talk to you.

“we’re leaving. gonna go home- i mean to his house and get settled.” you nod with a tight close-lipped smile as you glance between the trio.

robin trots down the last few steps until she’s finally downstairs, her arms wrap around your shoulders to hug you one more time. she presses a rough kiss to the top of your head, “love ya guys. keep my little nephew fed, yeah?”

“um, nephew?” steve asks with a laugh, “just a feelin’.” she shrugs and pulls back to lean against the railing.

steve’s hand is still in yours, and you can’t help but notice nancy’s silence as she stares at you two. she must have noticed the tension she has created so she decides to speak up, “i’m happy for you both… congrats.” she mirrors the same smile on your face, letting her eyes drift to steve for a bit too long.

“thank you.” you nod softly and go to reach for the door knob to open the door, “well, see ya guys tomorrow!” you chirp and pull a clumsy steve outside. he pulls his keys from his pocket, thankful that he parked his car at the wheelers house when he left for california.

he helps you load your luggage into his trunk, as well as his own before taking off towards his road. “well, that wasn’t too bad, was it?” his fingers drum against the leather steering wheel to the beat of the music.

“no, i mean.. i totally screwed up the whole plan we had, but it wasn’t terrible. definitely made me panic though.” you shake your head in disbelief from the events that took place.

steve’s hand reaches across the center console, resting his hand palm side up so you can easily thread your fingers through his. steve instantly squeezes your hand around your own as he pulls onto his street, and then into his garage.

being the gentleman that he is, steve drags your suitcase all the way upstairs into his room for you. nostalgia hits you instantaneously as you glance around his familiar home- especially his bedroom.

all the nights you spent here flood into your mind; when you were just friends and you got too tired to drive home after studying, or when you were completely plastered after a party and steve let you sleep in his bed. when your friendship blossomed into something even better, and the numerous times you would hook up together and then he’d cuddle you until you both fell asleep. how you’d both wake up in the morning, panicked, because you’re both late to school.

steve is staring at you as you look around his room at all the memories, his hands resting on his hips. “you alright?”

“i’m perfect.” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you pick up a framed photo of you two off of his nightstand.

“i’m gonna go get the bath running.” he walks into his large bathroom connected to his room, the sound of rushing water sounds from behind the door.

steve knows you need this, to relax and just be with him, one-on-one. he knows being pregnant and having every single person breathing down your neck isn’t pleasant. he hopes that tonight will help you release some tension.

“come on in, my love!”

his voice makes you perk up as you slip into the steamy bathroom, closing the door behind you. a smile instantly forms on your face when you realize what he’s done.

a few candles litter the countertop and rim of the bathtub, and piles of suds float on top of the bath water. “oh, steve.” your hands cover your face in happiness.

“let’s get you undressed, baby.” he walks up to you, hands softly and oh so gently start to peel your clothing off of your body. he presses soft kisses against your skin of your neck and shoulder.

his fingertips softly graze your body as he helps you get rid of your articles of clothing. he guides you over to the bathtub, aiding you in sinking into the warm water. he starts to quickly pile his own clothes with yours, before sitting in the empty water behind you.

instinctively, you lean back into him. the back of your head rests on his chest with your hands on his upper thighs. a soft sigh of relief puffs past your lips as his hands work magic against the muscles in your shoulders.

“oh steve. that feels so good.” you moan out, rolling your head against his damp chest.

“don’t say that again, baby, or you’re gonna get me all worked up.” he laughs, thumbs digging into your plush skin.

all you can do is hum in response. between the warm water that surrounds your body and his amazing masseuse skills, it’s lulling you to sleep.

“steve harrington. i want to marry you someday.” you grumble out half-asleep.

his movements halt for a moment, before continuing when you let out a whine to protest.

“marry me?”

“i want to be mrs. steve harrington, and i wanna live happily in another state with you and our baby. away from this cursed town, and… and we’re gonna have a dog or a cat! and i just know we’re gonna be so happy. we’ll live happily ever after, right?”

steve can feel his own emotions catching up to him now, sniffling softly as he continues to massage you, “i want to marry you too. yeah, we’ll live happily ever after. of course we will.” his voice croaks out, tears blurring his vision.

“mm, good…” you slur your speech as you nuzzle back into him, making his arms wrap around your torso to pull you flush against him.

even though this day took an unexpected turn, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. knowing steve is going to be the best dad in the world, he will also be the best husband someday, and you can’t wait for the day your dreams come true.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you more.”

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