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Idiots in Love

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Summary; (For the sake of this fic, Steve and Nancy never happened) Steve and reader being dumb and having moments of being iconic together. Since everyone knows that Steve isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, maybe he just needs another person to be as dumb as him or maybe he just needs someone else to match him mentally.

Words; 3.4k

warnings; swearing, usual stranger things, things, slight mention of drug use, blood and injury. not proof read.

A/N; thank you for all the requests! I apologise for taking so long getting through them all. i cant write a 0.5k-1.0k fic for the life of me at the minute! Its 2am for me now, but i really wanted to get this out!

Dustin said Steve was an idiot because he had too much hair on top of his head which left too much room for air. For you, Dustin said it was because you’d been around Steve for far too long.

Hawkins, Indiana, 1983.

School was a bore, you tried your hardest and whilst you did ace some classes, you also completely failed in others. Picking up extra tuition and getting help from anyone who would give it to you was a struggle. You didn’t like asking for help, it made you feel dumb, but more than that, it made you feel useless. Why did you struggle so much in certain classes and not in others?

You honestly thought it was from a fall you had as a child when you were learning how to ride a bike. Your father had stupidly taken off your stabiliser wheels and let you go on the hill of your childhood garden, right into a tree. Whilst you were fine overall, you did end up with a nasty bump on your head.

Not only were you not that smart academically, but you were also very accident-prone, which is how you met Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington. You weren’t the most popular person in school, you had a small group of friends and that was enough for you. You didn’t want to be known by everyone. As you walked down the busy hall to your locker, hardly taking in your surroundings and paying attention, you slammed into someone’s back. Your extra tuition books and folders fell to the floor,

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going!” The person you slammed into turned around, Steve Harrington, one of the most popular, sought for guys in school looking down at you, “I- I” you stuttered and he smiled, placing his sunglasses on the top of his head, he always found your first meeting adorable, it was something the party had heard several times and not got bored of hearing it. The nervousness in your eyes, the way you pushed some of your hair back behind your ear. The way you bent down to get your books, just as he was doing the same. Your heads collided and bounced off each other, his glasses joining your books on the floor, thankfully not broken,

“Shit! Sorry!” It was Steve’s turn to apologise as he slipped his discarded glasses into his pocket and pulled all of your books and folders into his arms, standing quickly so as not to embarrass himself further, “are you okay?” you just laughed and nodded, taking the books from his arms as you thanked him. That was the start of yours twos budding romance.

Hawkins, Indiana, October, 1984

It was a constant source of amusement for the party, they couldn’t believe some of the stuff you and Steve came out with half the time and how you were both so in sync,

***

“Maybe if we set this on fire,” Mike stated as he looked toward all the drawings on the floor,

“Oh, yeah. That’s a no.” Steve bites back, shaking his head, throwing a tea towel over his shoulder as he leaned on one foot, hand on his hip,

“A double no at that,” you called back to scrambling kids who were already gathering supplies and pointing at drawings on the floor,

“The mind flayer would call away his army,”

“They’d all come to stop us,”

“We circle back to the exit,”

“Guys.” Steve interrupted the party as they carried on talking between themselves, rushing around, completely ignoring the two older people in the house,

“By the time they realise we’re gone-“

“El would be at the gate,”

“HEY, HEY, HEY, this is not happening!” You and Steve bellowed over the party as they stopped to look at the both of you, your arms falling around as Steve grabbed the tea towel from his shoulder, whipping the air,

“Do you two share the same brain cell?” Dustin looked towards you both,

“No!” you both shouted in unison again, looking towards each other before laughing, the kids joining you.

***

They were all ecstatic when they found out you were both dating, though they did have to push you both in the right direction, this whole thing was an unlikely friendship between people. The only reason you were involved with Dustin and his friends was because you babysat him whilst his mum was at work, this caused you to get involved with the disappearance of Will last year and in turn, with you being close to Steve. He was brought into the mix also.

It was so obvious to others, how you both felt about each other, but it wasn’t for you and Steve. After some coxing and words of wisdom from the younger party, as you called it. You and Steve were finally an item, though they didn’t find out until months later when Steve let it slip,

“Dustin, stop picking on my girlfriend, would you?” Steve looked up from his plate of food as he moved bacon around with his fork, leaning back against the dining room chair as he stretched,

“But she just- wait? What... girlfriend?” Dustin looked back and forth between you both, the pair of you looking confused, “you’re meant to tell us!” Steve carried on moving food around his plate as you took a bite of toast leaning against the counter,

“Tell you what?” you asked wiping the crumbs off your hands onto a discarded tea towel,

“Have you been listening to any of this conversation?!” Dustin questioned, “That you’re together! I can’t believe this! How long have you two been a thing?! Wait until the others find out about this!” You picked up your plate with half a slice of toast left and took a seat opposite Steve as Dustin still stood shocked, playing with his walkie,

Steve finished up his food and stood up to put his plate in the sink, he looked at the calendar furrowing his brows slightly at the small writing, “Like seven months? Right?” he looked back at you as you nodded, your mouth full of toast.

Dustin once again stood dumbfounded, his mouth visibly agape as he pressed a button on his walkie, “you are not going to believe this, guys.”

Hawkins, Indiana, June 1985

“Oh, this is ridiculous.” You smoothed out part of your Scoops uniform that was now creased and bloody from your split lip and Steve’s as he was continuously hunching over you in a Russian loading car trying to gather his senses and not be knocked from pillar to post by Dustin’s driving up front, laughter bubbling in your throat, the situation was anything, but funny. All three of you (Steve, Y/N, and Robin) had been interrogated to the max, but once they found out there was a tie between you and Steve, they took advantage of that.

***

“Who do you work for?” the guard got down into your face once more, holding the arms of the chair you were tied to, his eyes glaring into your own,

“How many times do I have to tell you I work for Scoops Ahoy? I scoop ice cream for a living!” you cried out as you earned another slap across your already throbbing jaw. Steve was tied up behind you already passed out, they’d done a number on him and all you wanted to do was get out of this place and tend to his injuries, he didn’t deserve any of this. Robin was tied to the corner of the room having to witness her two new best friends being treated like this.

The Russian guard got in your face once more, “it looks like your friend here needs a doctor. Just as well we have the very best.” A smirk across his face made you see red, and without thinking you spat at him. A slight tinge of blood from your split lip was dripping down your chin, staining the collar of your uniform, “you’re going to regret that little one.” With that he muttered something else in Russian before leaving the room with the other guards, leaving you three on your own once more, but not without Robin calling them all bastards and yelling to let you all out of there.

“Steve?” you called gently as Robin tried to manoeuvre her arms from her binds to no avail. Unlike you two, she was tied to a bench so she couldn’t do much whilst she was bound up. Steve started to stir, pain evident in the way he groaned, “oh thank god... are you okay?” you asked quietly not wanting to be too loud,

“Ears are ringing, I can barely breathe and, my eye feels like it’s about to pop out of my skull, but apart from that I’m doing pretty good.” His voice was laced with pain and sarcasm.

***

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you came to an abrupt end, all three of you hitting already pained parts of your body as Dustin crashed into something,

“You guys alright back there?” Dustin asked as he looked to Erica with a slight shrug, “They’re fine, come on. Let’s go.” Dustin hurried out and opened the back of the loading car, hurrying you all out. Time was of the essence after all. This definitely made him think about how he acted sometimes, it was a handful and the fact you and Steve cared for him and all of his friends ample times made him furrow his brow slightly, not that he would change after they got out of this mess, he had an excuse, he was still younger than you.

“Guys! Come on!” Dustin bellowed as he huffed in annoyance, slapping his wrist, and ushering everyone into the elevator.

“Oh my god! A skateboard!” you screamed out in joy, jumping on a red platform truck as Dustin got to work pressing buttons and hoping for the best, once the elevator started to move, you started to struggle. Steve grabbed hold of the platform truck to stop it from moving too much,

“It looks like you're surfing!” Robin pointed at you as Dustin and Erica glanced at each other quite clearly done with your shit.

“They look drunk,” Erica stated, all of you now splayed on the floor talking about food, “why are they drunk, or drugged?” she questioned as Dustin felt Steve’s forehead,

“He’s burning up,” Dustin spoke to Erica alarmed,

“You’re burning up” Steve bit back, trying to push Dustin away with his hand whilst you and Robin laughed at the ceiling,

“Eyes are bloodshot, pupils dilated, Steve,” Dustin pat his cheek lightly, “are you drugged?”

“How many times, Dad? I don’t do drugs. It’s only marijuana.” Steve poked Dustin’s cheek and started laughing again as you and Robin shot up,

“you have marijuana?!” you crawled over to Steve and laid next to him, “gimme!” more laughs erupted from the three of you as Dustin and Erica watched on, wondering what the hell they were going to do to get you all out of this mess in one piece.

Getting you all back to the mall safely was a lot harder than Dustin could have imagined, Robin was picking at her uniform whilst tripping up over thin air whilst you and Steve were trailing behind humming and drumming the air to Simple Minds- Don’t You (Forget About Me) a song that had been on the radio continuously for the past month- a song Dustin thought you were both getting annoyed with as it came on the radio hours before you were in this mess and you were both scrambling with the radio to turn it off with rushed words of, fuck sake, turn it off, not this again, if I hear this song one more time I swear,

“Don’t you, forget about me.”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t.”

“Don’t you, forget about me.”

Keeping you all hidden from the Russians was a lot harder than it could have been, with you three wanting food, and then trying to separate to find food, Dustin thought of a quick solution and got you all into the movie theatre but not before Steve reached into the bin to pull out a bag of discarded popcorn,

“You three sit.” Dustin pointed at the three vacant chairs as you all complained about being too close, and how the seats sucked. “Well then don’t watch the movie!”

“But we want to watch the movie!” Robin exclaimed as other people around you started to get agitated,

“Then watch it!” Dustin apologised to other people trying to shush you all, changing his tone to a hushed annoyed whisper, “Whatever you do. Don’t... go... anywhere.”

“Fine, Dad.” Steve perked up shaking his shoulders slightly as you and Robin snickered, taking handfuls of popcorn and shoving it in your mouth.

“That settles it,” Dustin huffed, “I'm never having kids." The pair sat down a few seats away, keeping their eyes off you trying to fetch up a plan.

Once they both realised you three had left the movie theatre, Dustin let out an audible sigh from his chest, this day, was not it.

“So, like, I wasn’t totally focused in there or anything, but... I’m pretty sure...that mum was trying to bang her son.” Robin leaned against the wall as you and Steve took turns drinking water from the fountain,

“But they’re the same age.” you stopped drinking and looked towards Robin,

“No, but he went back in time.” Robin looked up to the ceiling, balancing on one foot and then the other,

“Then why is it called back to the future?” Steve asked confused as he stopped drinking, letting Robin get to the fountain.

“It doesn’t make any sense,” you stated “Back means past so how could he be travelling back to something that hasn’t even happened yet?” you questioned Robin, Steve looking at you doe-eyed, completely agreeing with you,

“He has to go back to the future because he’s in the past, so, the future is actually the present, which is his time” Robin added as you looked confused,

“wh...What?” you and Steve looked at each other astonished before you both got distracted by the ceiling lights, dizziness, and churning in your stomach had you all rushing to the toilet, bringing up everything that happened in the day.

“Well that was no fun,” your voice was harsh, your throat sore as you leaned back against the cold wall of the cubical, no longer dizzy, everything still, the walls no longer moving around you, “Back to the Future though, I can’t get over that.”

***

Hawkins, Indiana, March 1986

Walking into the creel house was way more disturbing than it looked outside, creaking floorboards, furnishings covered in dust and cobwebs, completely derelict, wherever you stood, something creaked.

Lucas went to check on a small lamp for some light, probably to take the edge off an already eerie situation, “looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill.” He stated as Dustin turned on his flashlight, you and Steve stood behind him glancing back and forth to each other,

“Where’d everyone get those?” Steve asked noticing that everyone had one except you and him.

Dustin looked back at the both of you as if to say unbelievable, “Do you two need to be told everything? You’re not children.”

“Thank you.” You said under your breath a little, huffing as Dustin took his backpack off,

“Back pocket.” He was used to you both forgetting things like that, you were both usually good with weapons and things you might need, and everything you didn’t, but never flashlights. You really did need to be told.

Max pointed out a big grandfather clock, hoping that everyone else could see it taking you away from looking at the scattered furniture,

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks?” you asked looking at the hands that were still,

“Maybe he’s, like, a clockmaker or something?” Steve said next to you, as you pursed your lips actually thinking about it,

"I think you cracked the case, Steve.” Dustin chimed in, shaking his head in disapproval as you watched on, nudging Dustin slightly. Nancy told everyone to go in groups of two leaving you, Steve and a smiling Dustin. Steve let out a sigh and walked off signalling you to follow, “Was that a sigh?”

“No, I did not sigh.”

“Why’d you sigh?”

“I didn’t sigh. Just come on, dude.”

“I heard you.”

“We were just always partnered up with you, okay?”

“You have a problem with that?”

“It’d just be nice to, I don’t know, mix it up a bit.”

You continued to walk the stairs, creaking with every other step, as Dustin hurried up behind you, the pair of them starting to bicker a bit, a usual occurrence, “I’m boring to you? Is that it?”

“No it’s the opposite,” Steve added as he moved his (Dustin’s) flashlight around careful not to knock anything off the walls,

“Maybe me and Y/N should partner up and you go around this creepy house alone, is that what you want?” Dustin asked as Steve shot his head around almost tumbling back down the stairs,

“No! I don’t want that, sorry man.” Steve moved his hair that had fallen a little flat huffing once more. “We do make a good team, The Three Musketeers and all that.” You smiled at Steve’s remark, it was a book you both had to read when you were at school, though boring at the time, the lessons you learned from the book stayed with you. Chivalry, honour, heroics, and willingness. It was true. You, Steve, and Dustin probably had spent the most time together because even though you could both be a bit daft from time to time, you were both reliable and trustworthy with any problem Dustin had, even if that meant issues outside of the upside down. You both never found anything that Dustin had to say daft.

“Hey, uh, Henderson?” Steve asked, looking at the cobwebs that littered the place, “could you maybe, uh, clarify what sort of clues we’re supposed to be looking for here?”

“I second that,” you cut in,

“The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.” Dustin looked back at the both of you smiling, “Sherlock Holmes.” Seeing you both confused he huffed sincerely.

“That’s great. Thanks. That’s great. Really helpful” You huffed and shook your head, feeling dumb as Steve placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing his thumb slowly, a knowing glance only the both of you understood.

“You're not stupid, not to me anyway.” Steve smiled as a small laugh escaped your lips a small vent in the floor catching your eyeline as you walked over to it, “Y/N, let me.” Steve crouched down in front of you lifting the metal from the floor, jars of preserved insects had you grimacing before Steve shot up alarmed, shaking his arm and flailing his hand to get a spider off, both of you clumsily falling through cobwebs and the door, into Nancy,

“Hey, hey, both of you, stay still. Stop moving.” She took time to rid you both of cobwebs as she lightly dusted dust off your arm, you and Steve then looking over each other,

“It was a black widow.” Steve lets out a breath of air, calmer than he was before, “Don’t go in there.” He shut the door adverting his attention back to you, moving a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, kissing your nose lightly. “So uh, Nance. Maybe after we find Vecna, kill him, save the world, and stuff. Maybe we can all go out. You know? Me, Y/N, you, Jonathan, when he’s back.”

“I’d love to.” Nancy looked at you both endearingly, she was glad you both had each other. Everyone needed someone. She knew you both back in school, but never really spoke to either of you. She was too wrapped up in perfecting her grades, reading the next book on the shelf, but she was so thankful to be in your lives now.

Steve was finally with someone he could be himself around without feeling bad or awkward, even in this messed up world the both of you bounced off each other as though it were effortless. Although you were sometimes the biggest idiots, you were the biggest idiots in love.

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Code Blue

Summary; The aftermath leaves Y/N second guessing everything in her life. Losing friends and witnessing her boyfriend of two years getting closer to his ex is enough to push her over the edge. Will they be able to pull themselves out of this hole that’s darker than the Upside Down itself? (For the sake of this fic, what happened at the end of the last episode of season 4 hasn’t yet happened)

Warnings; usual Stranger Things, things. Swearing, blood, injury, alcohol consumption, mentions of death and suicidal thoughts. If any of this is triggering, please don’t read.

A/N; I haven’t written anything in so long! It’s a long fic! 6.5K words, my longest on here yet. I apologise if this is bad, I’ve just been in a writing mood so thought I’d let out a lot of angst and fluff (we love it) I am a British writer (England) so sorry if things don’t make sense to you! Thank you for stopping by, hopefully my writing streak stays strong. Requests are always open. Love to all xoxo

The aftermath of the supposed earthquake had everyone second guessing. Some people left, other people were packing to leave. Having known what really went down, you sat in silence staring into your vanity mirror as everyone else you knew went to help the community at Hawkins High.

You just couldn’t stomach it. Cuts and grazes over your skin, tiredness evident in your eyes, your hair still clumped with dirt from the Upside Down, dried blood. You hadn’t even showered yet. You didn’t know how to process anything that had happened over the past 72 hours. You were accustomed to this kind of thing having it been a big part of your life for the past few years, the most recent battle however, took the biscuit.

Small Polaroid pictures littered around the back wall of your desk. Smiles, memories, better times. Max and Dustin when she stole his cap. They were in mid laugh so it was blurred a bit, but a happy memory that was stuck in time. That same Max was now in hospital, fractured bones, blind, unresponsive. Not laughing and joking with her friends, not happy, not anything. Doctors didn’t know if she’d ever wake. She was such a selfless soul, way beyond her years, but still so young. Too young. You all were.

Pictures of the group, you and your boyfriend Steve. A picture of you and Eddie during a D&D game. His hair all over the place, tongue sticking out, you laughing, Dustin in the background pulling a stupid face.

Memories.

Eddie.

Your best friend.

Gone.

Just like that.

He didn’t run this time, and fuck. You really wished he did.

The tick of your small clock dragged you away from the pictures, the light ticking mocking you, “shut up! Shut the fuck up!” you screamed from deep in your lungs, a howl so painful from your chest, putting what was left of your strength and upset from the past few weeks into knocking the blasted thing to the floor, hearing the glass and mechanics hit the floor in one swoop. It was a gift from Eddie one Christmas as you were pretty much always late. Bittersweet.

Guilt built in your stomach as you stood up fast, pushing your stool back with your legs, failing to the floor, cupping the bits of broken glass as sobs wracked your body, not realising your hands were clenched around the shards, the all too familiar claret running through the lines in your palm and down your fingers, dripping into a pool on the wooden flooring of the bedroom.

Your breathing hitched as you remembered Eddie die in your arms, the way blood trickled from his mouth. The look of pure terror on his face. He knew he was dying, but he kept it together till the very end for the sake of you and Dustin. His best friends, the people that were there for him no matter what everyone else was saying. You didn’t want to believe it. Dustin’s screams and sobs as the light left his eyes. You saw them gloss over. The way you both shook him, screamed into his ear, telling him not to leave you both behind. Your hands covered in blood. His blood.

Dropping the bits of glass on the floor, you pushed your feet and newly cut hands against the floor, the small slitters of glass that were still on your palm slicing deeper into your flesh until your back met the wall, your hands and body shaking, the tightness in your chest getting worse and you struggled to fill your lungs with air. You felt like you were about to pass out.

The past 72 hours had been, by far, the worst time of your life. You’d witnessed what you thought was your boyfriend of two years get closer to his ex, eyes can be deceiving, but there was something in his own eyes that glimmered whenever he spoke to Nancy, deep down you always wondered what Steve saw in you. Maybe you were just a knock off version of Nancy. Someone to keep him grounded in all of this. A warm body to forget all the wrongdoing in the world. Someone he knew cared about him. Perhaps more than he cared for you. You didn’t know that of course, it was just what your mind was telling you.

Your best friend had died for a town that hated him, Max, the girl who had adopted you as a cooler older sister after Billie died was lying in a hospital bed with the looming same fate, Vecna was still out there somewhere and you were sure there was even more danger on the horizon.

Even after everything that happened, your mum hadn’t bothered coming home. She was always away with her new man for weeks on end. She had called up one night before the phone lines cut out to make sure the house was still standing after witnessing the news, but other than that all you got was, ‘with everything that’s happened in Hawkins, I’m going to stay with carl for another few weeks, maybe more. Be careful out there.’”

You’d never felt more alone. You didn’t blame your friends or Steve. They wanted to help out, of course they did. You did too, but you were in no way the right frame of mind to be seeing people crying for their loved ones, talking to people that had lost others whilst you were reeling from losing your own.

You pulled yourself off the floor with great difficulty. It felt like you had a ton of bricks weighed down on you. Metaphorically speaking, you did. Though it wasn’t bricks, it was the weight of hurt and anger, of death piling up one by one. “Get yourself together Y/N. get your fucking self together.” Rummaging through your dresser, careful not to get blood on everything, you pulled out some comfortable lounge clothes that were bigger in size, purposely avoiding one of Steve’s t-shirts as you dragged yourself to the bathroom.

Putting down the toilet seat, you placed your clothes and rinsed your hands under the cold tap. Water on open cuts made you wince, but at least you felt something other than emotional pain. Watching your fresh blood mix with water and into the sink like a mini whirlpool was almost mesmerising. Picking out the last few shards of glass making the water redder with each bit. You were lucky water was still running. There were some parts of Hawkins that had no water.

Turning the dial on the shower you undressed. Peeling your clothes from your skin. Clothes you wouldn’t bother to wash. They would go straight in the bin. You had enough awful reminders on that night, you didn’t need more. Stepping into the shower, careful not to slip, you submerged yourself in warm, running water and closed your eyes, feeling old blood, mud and debris leave your tired body.

Steve had come home early, with both of your parents almost always being away you basically lived with each other. When your mum was away, he’d stay with you and if his parents were away, you’d stay with him. He had his own keys to your place, and you had your own to his.

Steve kicked his shoes off in the hallway, tiredness in his bones. The house was silent apart from the sound of water from the shower, you were at least out of bed. When Steve left this morning you were curled up in a ball with covers over your head, blocking out the world. He leant down and burrowed his head in your blankets kissing the top of your head, saying how much he loved you and that he’d be back as soon as he’d helped out in Hawkins High, with a running car it was easier for him to pick up robin and bundle Dustin, Will and Mike in the back of along with all the supplies, it was a squeeze, but not a long drive and with everything that had happened, the kids didn’t mind being on top of each other, breathing, alive. In truth, Steve didn’t want to get out of bed either. His temples ached, his bones felt heavy and the wounds he had were still throbbing, not letting him forget about the events.

He sighed and flopped onto the sofa, leaning his head back hoping to get the knots out of the muscles in his neck, tension. He didn’t want to disturb you in the shower, even though all he wanted to do was bury his face in your hair, your skin, breathe in the only place he felt safe, the only thing that made sense to him. Seeing everyone at Hawkins High, the missing persons post filled with faces he knew, faces he didn’t, the heartbreak of all of Hawkins. All he wanted was you, but instead he just sat there.

You pressed your head against the cool tiles in the bathroom as you turned off the shower, the familiar car engine shutting off in the drive, you knew Steve was back, yet you didn’t think you could see him face to face yet. You breathed out heavily and stepped out of the shower pulling a towel from the back of the door, wrapping it around yourself and another for your hair. Red staining the white cotton as you’d opened old wounds as well as your still bleeding palms that stung. You bent down to get the first aid kit from under the sink as you got to work on your wounds. You at least looked cleaner, your split lip and eyebrow not looking as bad now you’d washed, half of these injuries you didn’t even know when you’d got them, from fighting demobats to being thrown across the floor by Eddie when you tried to help, bruises from being pulled away from your friend as his lifeless body lay motionless, wounds from yourself from hitting the wall in desperation. You looked how you felt. Completely broken. You wrapped bandages around your hands and left it at that. Drying off and throwing oversized clothes on, you reached for the door handle, your hand visibly shaking.

Going back into your room you sighed at the mess. Somewhat thankful that Steve had stayed downstairs. Glass and blood everywhere. You grabbed a dustpan and a brush from a small closet next to the bathroom as well as the small towel you used for your hair, sweeping up the small shards of glass and discarding them in a small bin next to your bed. Wiping the claret up with the small towel and putting that in the bin too. You sat on the end of your bed once again staring at the pictures behind your vanity desk.

“Y/N?” Steve called up the stairs noting that the shower had been turned off for a while, worry lacing his voice. You could hear it.

“Yeah, I’m coming down.” You stood up and dragged yourself to the top of the landing. You could just throw yourself down the stairs and hope for the best. Hope you’d have an ounce of peace from your racing mind, but you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t bring yourself to take yourself over that edge, to make the people that cared about you lose another. You’d all lost too much. Begrudgingly you walked down the stairs, the illuminating light from the sun almost blinding you, you’d been living in darkness for the past few days, being in the Upside Down and then closing all the curtains upstairs as soon as you’d got back home. You’d almost forgotten how bright daylight could be.

Steve was waiting in the kitchen for you, his eyes visibly glowing when you walked into the room, as though you lit up the small space when you stepped in. A smile tugged on your lips that suddenly dropped when you remembered he was looking at Nancy exactly the same not too long ago. The same nagging thoughts you had earlier pulling you back. Knock off version of Nancy. Now that Johnathan was back, of course he came running back to you. Steve looked down to your hands and frowned, he didn’t remember you hurting your hands so much they needed bandaging,

“Sweetheart? What happened?” Steve was by your side in an instant his hands gently over yours as he inspects the bandages,

“I dropped some glass, not a big deal. Just got a little cut up in the process of cleaning it up.” You lied through your teeth, you couldn’t be bothered to talk about Eddie again and how you’d broken the last gift he would ever give to you out of anger. Steve continued to look at your hands, careful not to disturb the bandages around them,

“Do you want me to have a look? I can bandage these a bit better for you, make sure there’s no glass and...” you cut him off with a, ‘I’m fine.’ And pulled your hands away from his warmth, Steve looked a little deflated, but understood. All of you had patched each other up countless times that it was almost routine now, you’d learnt how to stitch wounds, what ointments and antiseptics to use, you basically had a mini pharmacy under your sink for things that people would never believe.

“Honestly, I’m fine Steve.” You forced a smile and went round the Kitchen Island feeling his eyes burning through you. Your house wasn’t the biggest, it was snug. The kitchen was weirdly one of the bigger rooms and probably the nicest, it was one of the only rooms your mum put any effort into before she started gallivanting around the globe. It was bright with several flowers littering the windowsills, yellow lace curtains to match some of the décor. How the flowers hadn’t died yet, you didn’t know. You never watered them.

You and the rest of the group had spent ample time in this kitchen cooking cookies and brownies for movie night, Max and Lucas always managing to burn popcorn, Steve rushing to open windows and flail a tea towel at the fire alarm to stop it beeping whilst Robin was toppling over laughing at Dustin with brownie mix all over his mouth, You’d also spent ample time in here with the older lot of the group, your mum had quite the alcohol stash. Probably enough to open a bar downtown. From several different bottles of vodka, gin, whiskey to wine, beer, cider and god knows what other potent liquid that did the job, which is exactly what you were heading for now.

Steve was slumped against one of the dining chairs as he watched you move around the island, he knew exactly what cabinet you were riffling through, “Ahhh, there it is.” You picked out an unopened bottle of vodka and put it on the side as you went through a different cupboard to pick out a decent glass.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Steve sighed as he watched your every move, “I know things aren’t great at the minute, but we really need to pull together.” You opened the vodka and poured a small glass, turning around and leaning against the counter with your ankles crossed, the glass of vodka in your hand. You shrugged and took a gulp, the burning from the alcohol igniting your insides.

“Look, sweetheart, please.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, the lack of product evident, no one ever saw Steve walking around with no product in his hair, probably because without it, it was so fluffy and never sat in the right place according to him, “this isn’t the answer, that isn’t going to help. It’s not going to bring...”

“Shut up!” you screeched, smashing the glass back onto the counter, thankfully not breaking it, “you think I don’t know that, Steve? For goodness sake! How stupid do you think I am?!” Steve is taken aback, he’s over stepped a line and he knows it, “I know it’s not going to bring Eddie back it’s not going to stop what’s going on here,” you look around the room, “it’s not going to stop Max from being in hospital, it’s not going to stop those poor kids dreaming about what happened over and over again, how fucked they’re going to be in years’ time if they even make it that far, from losing countless people and battling these things over and over again, but maybe, just maybe it will stop my racing thoughts, the hurt, the anger, the resentment I have for this stupid fucking town for five goddamn minutes, okay?! everything is falling apart at the seams, we’ve all lost so much, I even thought you were getting cosy with Nancy again!” you bite your tongue getting caught up in the rift, Steve looked towards you bewildered. You turn back to the vodka bottle, filling your glass halfway, drinking it down like water and filling it up again, “I’m not asking you to understand Steve, I’m not even asking you to deal with this, you know where the fucking door is.”

Steve stood up from the table and walked over to you slowly, turning you to face him, moving the hair that had fallen so effortlessly over your features, “I love you Y/N, whatever you thought you saw between me and Nancy was not that. I’m happy for her and Johnathan, really. I’m so glad were now with the right people, the people who ground us and make this stupid crazy life worth living, you’re my muse. I would never do that to you, sweetheart. Not ever,” moving his hands over your covered arms, to your hands, holding them gently in his, “I’m not going anywhere Y/N, just please, I don’t want to lose you too. I can’t.”

You looked Steve dead in the eyes, his glassed over, tears threatening to fall. The beautiful honey eyes you’d got lost in time and time again, “Maybe you already have.” His hands let go of yours as he visibly slumped, and took a step back, you might as well have been holding a gun, a bullet to his chest with the way he was looking at you. Turning your back to him, your own tears threatening to fall, you grabbed the bottle again unscrewing the cap, pouring yourself another glass.

“What do you mean?” Steve is silent again, his presence still behind you, feelings of uncertainty heavy in the air, “Y/N, look at me please...” the defeat in his voice made you feel awful, this was your boyfriend of two years, the person that had stayed by your side that whole time, through everything. The good times and the bad, the way you both laughed, the random dates he took you on, sometimes even after work, some of which ended up being group outings as one of the kids had seen you both and then got on the walkie talkies as quickly as possible, they ended up calling that ‘code blue’ as the first time it happened Steve was in his Scoops Ahoy uniform, the movie nights, the late night talks, walks, your safety net, the countless jokes that weren’t even funny. Helping him with his hair, the days he was sick and you’d take care of him, and the days he would do exactly the same back for you. He never faltered, he was always brave, always stayed strong for you, for everyone, but here he was, seconds away from breaking down. A painful ache in his voice that cut you in half, the same ache breaking the last pieces of your heart that were still intact, you wiped your tears away with the back of your sweater, turning around to see Steve once more, pain drowning his features,

“I’m sorry, Steve. I can’t do this anymore.” he sucked in a shaky breath as a sob broke from his lips. Pain. Pain that you had caused. You finished your glass of vodka, keeping your back to Steve, you couldn’t watch him break, you couldn’t see the sadness and heartache on his face. As if he hadn’t been through enough recently,

“Y/N, please,” his voice was low, strained, as though he was bleeding out on the spot behind you, “don’t do this, we can get through this, we can get through anything, please just don’t...” you turned round to Steve his eyes visibly blood shot probably from tiredness and the tears that were free flowing down his cheeks,

“I’m sorry Steve.” You walked past him, a slight sway to your walk from too much alcohol in a short space of time on an empty stomach as you tackled the stairs, all you wanted to do was sleep, before you even got half way up the stairs you heard the front door close causing you to stop on the spot, your own sobs now tearing way through your body, this pain was tearing you apart, so much loss, but you had caused this last one.

You found yourself sitting on the end of your bed looking at the pictures behind your desk once again, would you ever feel that kind of happiness again or was this the new norm? A burning hole in the middle of your chest that was once whole and pushed together in the shape of the people you loved. All of those memories seemed like a lifetime ago, how time and life could be fleeting, oh how you took it all for granted.

***

Two weeks had passed.

Two long weeks.

Probably the longest two weeks of your life.

In those two weeks you’d had almost everyone knock on your door, mainly Robin and Dustin, “Y/N, open this door right now or I promise you I’ll put a brick through your window and climb in there myself.” Dustin shouted as he looked through the small glass patterns on the front door for signs of movement, “I’m not joking Y/N.” Dustin looked around your drive and picked up half a brick, “ten seconds, Y/N!” finally he saw movement and put the brick down on the grass, you opened the door and huffed,

“Dustin, every day for two weeks, ae you not bored yet?” He pushed you aside gently and kicked his shoes off before throwing himself onto the sofa and turning on the small TV as if he lived there, “and how can I be of assistance today?” you stood in the doorway of the living room, you no longer had the bandages on your hands, the cuts on your hands were hardly visible now, your other physical injuries were also doing much better, some might not even scar, not that you cared about a bit of scarring,

“You look like shit,” Dustin looked back at you and scoffed, he wasn’t wrong, you’d been wearing the same kind of clothes for two weeks, anything you could get your hands on. Mix matched sweats and sweaters, sometimes Steve’s t-shirts, on a very rare occasion you treated yourself by wearing a pair of jeans. Your usual full of life hair was lifeless and scraggly from the lack of brushing, your eyes blood shot from lack of sleep, red lips from gnawing at them constantly,

“Well, love you too, Dustin,” you rolled your eyes and went to the kitchen fetching juice and cookies on a tray, “so what is it today?” Dustin cleared his throat and made his way into the kitchen, taking a few cookies off the tray as he took a seat around the table drinking juice you’d bought specially for him,

“It’s Steve,” your breathing hitched as you looked to the floor, biting at your already raw lips, you pulled a second chair out and sat opposite Dustin, taking your own cookie and nibbling at it. You hadn’t eaten well for two weeks now,

“What about him?” you took a swig of your own juice and sit looking towards your younger friend,

“Don’t give me that, Y/N. I know you still care, Robin tells me things, y’know, and you’re not someone that doesn’t care about people,” Dustin shook his head, “this act is bullshit, Y/N. Steve is over there wondering what he did wrong, what he can do to help you, he’s broken, Y/N and none of us can get through to him, ne needs you and you need him and we need you both. We need our kick ass non babysitters back. We need to stick together. We can’t all break otherwise what do we have?” you bit the inside of your cheek letting Dustin talk, you had been unfair, everything in this world was so wrong and you were breaking the only good thing in it,

“I’m scared, Dusty,” you looked to him and he nodded, not wasting time to eat more cookies, all the kids loved your cookies,

“We all are, Y/N. you know this isn’t over right?” you looked down knowingly and started to play with the patterned table cover, “Steve needs you, I need you, we all need you. You know Eddie wouldn’t want this right?” you breathed deeply at the mention of his name, “you’re the bravest person he knew, he told me, and do you know what else?” you looked up from the table, “he loved you and Steve together, he saw how happy he made you and that’s what he wanted for you. He wanted you to be happy.” You sighed, breath shaky as a tear fell from your lashes onto the tablecloth you were playing with moments before,

“Well he got one thing wrong, he was the bravest.” Dustin put his hand over yours and gave it a light squeeze,

“Please just come and see Steve? Everyone is round there trying to cheer him up and he looks just as shit as you, if not more. If you don’t come with me, the others are going to try one by one, I’m the nicer one.” He stood up from the table, hopeful,

“Dustin I can’t,” disappointment clouded his eyes, “I can’t go over there empty handed, help me make some cookies?” the usual toothy grin from Dustin was back, one you hadn’t seen for a such a long time, one that made your heart swell. You loved those kids so much and you’d do anything to protect them, you felt bad for wallowing in in your own self-pity when everyone you cared about was going through the exact same thing as you. You’d nearly lost the one thing that made sense and you were going to try and not let that slip any further. You and Dustin got to work on the cookies, not failing to get flour all over the surface and yourselves. Once the cookies were in the oven and cooking, you looked over to Dustin, “Keep an eye on the cookies for me? I’m going to try and sort this out a bit,” you pointed to your mop of a hair as he grinned and nodded, picking up his walkie as you left the room,

“Guys, it’s Dustin, over.” He waited for the usual static of the walkie patiently as he pressed more buttons hoping to hear from the others,

“Hearing you loud and clear, Dustin, what’s the status, over.” Mike was on the other end, uncertainty in his voice, but hugged by hope, Will, El and even Lucas in the background hugging over the other walkie talkie hoping for a shred of good news. Max was still in hospital, though in good hands. There was hope that she’d still wake up, she was strong and a fighter. Lucas sat by her bedside every chance he got, but he too needed fresh air sometimes, to see his friends. Being cooped up waiting for someone to wake up wouldn’t do anyone any good if it was constant. Same four walls day in, day out. It took some time for him to realise that however.

“Guys, we have ourselves a code blue. Over.” Dustin chimed excitedly as the rest of the youngsters screamed in joy, they were out of ear shot from Steve and Robin, all around the pool as it was such a lovely day in Hawkins, warm with a light breeze hitting the trees and pool every now and then causing small ripples, birds still chirping. Even amidst all the uncertainty and heartache, life could be beautiful.

You looked into the mirror having put a little bit of makeup on, an extreme rarity for you with everything that had gone on the past few years, you’d finally put a brush through your washed hair and changed into something more you, high waisted jeans, a black t-shirt and a light denim jacket you could take off if you wanted, you felt the warmth through the bathroom window as you looked at yourself in the mirror once more, “presentable.” You could smell cookies downstairs signalling Dustin had kept to his word and kept an eye on then, not letting them burn. You hurried down the stairs with a skip to your step and twirled to Dustin who was standing in the hall with a cookie jar in hand, ready to pack them once they’d cooled a little,

“There’s the Y/N I know! Yes!” Dustin fist bumped the air with his free hand wishing the cookies would cool down faster. You gathered your shoes and a small bag to put your keys and anything else you needed in,

“what if he doesn’t want to see me?,” you stopped in your tracks, looking at Dustin unsure, “what if I’ve hurt him too much and he never wants to see me again?” you play with the hem of your denim jacket, backtracking, wondering if this was a good idea after all,

“you’re the only person he wants to see, Y/N. we just invite ourselves in and he’s too nice to tell us to get out,” you shake your head,

“You know that isn’t true, he loves you guys as much as I do, even if he’s in the worst mood possible, he’d always rather have you guys around, you know that,” Dustin nodded, putting the cooler cookies into the jar sealing them tightly, “did you bike over here?” you questioned as Dustin shook his head,

“I didn’t,” he grinned and dug his hand in his back pocket, pulling Steve’s car keys out and waving them in your face, “he doesn’t know, obviously,” Dustin shrugged as you shook your head and put your head in your hand laughing in disbelief, a real laugh, something you forgot you could do,

“Dustin! You could have caused an accident!” you tried to sound serious over your laughing that just wouldn’t stop,

“well, you don’t see many cars on the road these days after what happened, maybe people are too scared,” he shrugged once more, “not me, now. Let’s gooooo!” Dustin ran for the front door, cookies in hand, and his small backpack you didn’t realise he had draped over a shoulder,

“Ahhh. Not so fast, keys!” you extended your hand to Dustin, Steve absolutely loved that car, sometimes you wondered if he loved that car more than you and okay, Dustin got there safely, but now he was in your care he wouldn’t be driving that thing,

“Spoil sport,” he ginned as he handed you the keys stepping out into the outside. You took a deep breath. The smell of the outside you hadn’t seen in weeks. The light breeze through your hair the sun tingling against your skin, butterflies and birds, nature. Things you hasn’t stopped to look at for such a long time, “earth to Y/N,” you shook your head and walked towards the car, opening it for you both.

You hadn’t driven in forever, was it something you could forget? Fastening your seatbelt, making sure Dustin did the same, starting the car and opening the windows, you pulled the sun visor down, a small Polaroid falling onto your lap. You turned it around to see a picture of you and Steve, your heart beating against your chest as you ran your finger over the photo. It was the first one you took together, before you were even official. Halloween 1984. That stupid party, the night Steve and Nancy broke up. You found Steve crying on the back step, you spent the rest of the night trying to cheer him up. One too many beers, weed and a stupid camera, “he kept it...” Dustin looked up at you as you put the photo in the dashboard opposite Dustin,

“Of course he did, he keeps everything,” you didn’t know that, you didn’t say anything further as you pulled off the drive, it wasn’t a long drive. It was actually an easy enough walk, you didn’t live far from Steve. The nights he would randomly turn up at your house and throw pebbles at the window even though no one else was in the house, small memories making you smile.

The drive was quiet, Dustin looking out the window the whole way there, your heart still hammering against your chest, would people be happy to see you, would they hate you, would things be the same, what the fuck were you going to say to Steve? Pulling onto his drive, things got too real, you heard laughter from the other younger people of the group outside as you locked up the car, Dustin rushing to the back gate with cookies, though before he could you were tackled by El, Mike, Will and Lucas, “Y/N OH MY GOD YOU’RE HERE!” mike exclaimed as you laughed with the kids, some of them sopping wet from the pool, of course they still loved you, “we all missed you so much, it’s so good to see you” you ruffled everyone’s hair, something you always used to do when they were younger, something you still hadn’t stopped, tears in your eyes, you smiled, for once they weren’t sad tears,

“I’ve missed you all so much, I’m sorry I haven’t been around, I’m sorry I haven’t been stronger for you all.” They all hugged you tighter, understanding, when did they all grow up?

“we all understand,” Lucas looks at you empathetically, “Max would want us all together, so would Eddie,” you hugged them all just that little bit tighter as they lead you into the back gate, not much had changed in Steve’s back yard except the grass was unkempt, the pool still clean somehow, “we will let you talk to Steve now,” you took a deep breath and looked towards the back sliding doors Robin leaning against them smiling as she ran out to hug you,

“Oh praise the heavens you’re here, I cannot deal with him in there for one minute longer,” you looked towards robin apologetically and she shook her head, “none of that, Y/N. Go see him, bring our Steve back, yeah?” she smiled and sat next to the kids, stealing one of the cookies you made.

You made your way into the house, the house that had so many different memories, you kicked your shoes off and put them where you always do before poking your head into the living room, Steve’s back was towards you as he was staring at the TV something you guessed he’d been doing for the past couple weeks, a lot like you really. His hair was too dishevelled and free of product, but oh fuck did he look like home. “If you’re there to try get me outside in the pool again, Robin I swear to fuck I will change the locks on this house.” He signed defeated and tuned round, his pupils dilating, shock on his face, the evident bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, “Y/N?” he scrambled off the sofa as fast as he could, scared you were a figment of his imagination, “is... is it really you? You’re here...” he stood opposite, reaching out to you,

“Steve...” tears welled in your eyes, “I am so, so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you, I didn’t want what I said, I was so lost in my own mind,” he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, “please forgive me, I’m so sorry,” you pulled away to look at him, tears in his own eyes as he brushed your free falling ones away with his thumb, “I love you so much, I was so scared of losing you too that I fucked up and lost you anyway,” he pulled you back into him, the smell of cedar, bergamot and a slight hint of cigarette smoke, home.

“You didn’t lose me, sweetheart. I love you, more than anything,” he pulled you into him, lips crashing together, cola Popsicle and a small hint of your home cooked cookies that Dustin must have been bringing to him secretly. Everyone loved your cookies. He pulled away and smashed his lips against yours again over and over, the taste of salt now from both of your tears, small lazy kisses planted all over your mouth as he pulled away, your lips slightly swollen, his honey eyes full of life once more, he was never going to let you go. He pulled you flush with his body, your head resting against his chest, as he ran his fingers through your hair, “you’re my home, Y/N. Wherever you are. That’s home to me. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, okay?” you kissed him again, your cherry chapstick smearing over both of your mouths,

“you’re my home too, Mr. Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington,” you looked up to him, a smile on your face, no longer crying as you knocked your hip with his. The emptiness in your heart glazing over a little, the pieces of your broken heart slowly reconnecting, the feeling of life, love, family.

“Have you seen my hair right now?” he ran a hair though it, washed, but lifeless. “Give me a minute, yeah? Put a movie on.” He kissed you softly before sprinting out of the room. You sat on the sofa you’d sat on countless times as you went through old rentals that would probably never be returned as the video store was one of the places to be destroyed, you placed a VHS in the TV as Steve bounded down the stairs, his hair no longer lifeless and messy, but perfect. Your smile so big your jaw could dislocate, “better? The hair is back,” he grinned and jumped over you on the sofa, “Return of the Jedi? One of my favourites.” He pulled your legs over his lap, both of you draped over the sofa like nothing had changed, his hands caressing your knee, smiles not leaving either of your faces.

“GUYS, CODE BLUEEEE.” Dustin shouted from behind the sofa as everyone else bundled in, “and look at that, Farrah Fawcett spray,” Dustin grinned,

“That’s top secret, dude!” Steve shook his head, a genuine laugh falling from his mouth as everyone pulled blankets and cushions around themselves, your cookies in hand. A good old fashioned movie night, things were going to be okay, you looked over to Steve, his eyes glistening as he squeezed your leg. The people you chose as family, Robin in the corner of the room beaming for the both of you. Both of her best friends back together, where they belong. There was a long road ahead for all of you, but at least you’d always face these things together. You were all so much stronger together. A team. A family.

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mrsharrington83 · 2 years

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Okay, so! I need you beautiful peoples opinion! I’m currently writing a Steve x F!Reader fic based around the aftermath of season 4. It’s really quite angsty and sad as I’ve not been in the best mood 😅

but!

Happy or sad ending? Any preferences?

#steve harrington #steveharrington/reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #steve harrington x reader #steveharringtonxreader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x f!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n

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mrsharrington83 · 2 years

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Reminiscing

Steve x F!Reader

Summary; Y/N is on deaths door after being attacked by Demobats. During what she thinks are her final moments, she’s stuck, thinking about happier times.

(Steve was never with Nancy)

Warnings; use of Y/N, angst, lack of parental figure, alcohol intake, drug use, swearing. (not proof read)

This was not what you had planned. Your head slumped on Steve’s shoulder for your final minutes, bleeding out of a wound that would just not stop.

Time was weird, but oh god was it a valuable thing. The Upside Down was worse than you ever imagined, breathing in toxic fumes and fighting off Demobats which seemed to be your final calling.

With lack of medical supplies, because this wasn’t exactly planned, there was no way to stop the bleeding from your abdomen. Those pesky fucks had done a number on you,

“No. We can get her there and get proper help.” Steve was panicking, he was always panicking when it came to you, but this time he had every right. His hand clasped over the deep wound on your stomach, trying to ignore the hot liquid, your blood, coating his fingers. You closed your eyes, slumping against him as he kept you up. Thinking of better times,

“Hey. Do I look daft?” Steve stood, leaning against his bedroom doorframe, black shades in his hands as you fixed the black bow around your neck,

“You look great Steve. You always look great,” you patted down your dress and stood up. It wasn’t every day you were agreeing to going to a Halloween house party dressed as Joe and Lana from Risky Business.

“Hey! You’re not even looking at me.” You grinned and turned round to look at your boyfriend of eleven months, how you’d managed to get with Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington was beyond you. He was one of the most sought for boys in all of Hawkins high. You were a nerdy girl that spent most of her time with her nose in books studying like no tomorrow, but you knew he loved you. The way he looked at you like you were the only person on earth, how protective he was over you. You were pretty much inseparable. Everyone wanted a relationship like yours. You’d pretty much become popular overnight with him as your boyfriend, but you never swayed that way. You kept to your own and didn’t let it change who you were.

“I change my mind. You look hot, Harrington.” He grinned and almost ran across the bedroom, pulling you into his arms and kissing all over your face before putting his glasses on and extending his hand for you to take.

The party was loud, as you’d expected. Drinks flowing, too many drinks really. You’d lost count how many you’d thrown back, giggling with Steve on the back door step to save your ears from bursting from the loud music as he took a drag of his joint and passed it to you.

Anyone else’s parents would have a breakdown if they found out their teenage children were at some rowdy party drinking underage, let alone getting high. It was something you and Steve didn’t have to worry about. You didn’t really have parental figures in your life, they were always away, always had something better to do. You didn’t get on with your parents, you did wonder why they bothered having a child, but you had Steve. You had each other.

Taking your own drag of his joint, you sighed and leaned into him as your head went numb. A tingling sensation through your body. A mix of alcohol and weed would make anyone slump.

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, Y/N. More than you know.”

You smiled at the memory. You’d come a long way from that house party back in ‘84. You’d been with Steve for almost three years now. You’d both changed a lot, lack of parental figures had made you both makeshift parents to a group of outcasted young teenagers, much like yourselves back in the day. You were great babysitters and they all looked up to the both of you,

“Can you two stop making out now, it’s putting me off.” Dustin had been the one to speak up, Max giggling as she shoved her mouth full of popcorn. Movie night with everyone was always such a nice touch. Everyone in a small confined space, Mike’s basement to be exact. You and Steve were on the couch with Dustin screaming internally on the end with your feet almost in his face as they were draped over Steve’s lap. Max, Lucas, Will, Mike and El on the floor throwing popcorn at each other. It was nice to have a bit of normality, people on the outside would never know you were fighting alternate dimension monsters. No one would know you were absolutely kick ass with a studded bat, you and Steve had one. Badass babysitters, but good ones at that. You’d never let anything happen to those kids.

You could hear voices around you, it was daft. You could hear everyone conversing, it was strained, but you couldn’t quite make out what was being said. You were surrounded by friends. Nancy, Robin, Eddie and of course Steve. He was right next to you. His radiating heat keeping you warm as your eyes tugged closed. You wanted to sleep, it was peaceful. The pain in your abdomen gone, you felt numb.

“Do you think you’ll ever get married?” Max stuck her head over the book you were reading,

“One day I suppose. I’m a bit young at the minute.” You giggled, closing your book as there was no way you’d be able to carry on reading with Max asking you twenty one questions. After everything that had happened with Billy, she had adopted you as her cooler older sis. She was ‘too old for a babysitter’ they all were now, but it had just stuck. This was your fucked up, stupid, beyond amazing life.

“To Steve?” She pressed some more wiggling her eyebrows, waiting for gossip you knew would get back to him, she’d tell El, who’d tell Mike, it’d somehow get to Dustin and he couldn’t keep a secret if his best friend, Steve was involved.

“I don’t see myself marrying anyone else. Put it that way.” Max scrunched up her nose all giddy,

“Can I be bridesmaid? And El?” She asked excitedly,

“I wouldn’t want anyone else being my bridesmaids, Robin and Nancy too of course,” you grinned as her eyes lit up. She was fast onto her feet as she ran off. Probably to tell El. You shook your head and laughed under your breath. How your life had turned into this was beyond you, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

The nagging pain in your abdomen brought you back to reality as your eyes fluttered. Steve and Eddie had your arms draped around their necks as Robin secured more clothing around your stomach. They weren’t going to give up easily. They wouldn’t let you die in the Upside Down. You weren’t sure if you were walking or your feet were dragging behind as your eyes closed again,

“Fuck sakes, Steve!” He ran into the living room skidding on the living room floor,

“What?! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He rushed to your side as if it were a matter of life and death before seeing the mess of one of your books, “oh… yeah… um. About that.” You held your book up to him, an obvious coffee cup stain lacing the pages,

“I have to give this back to the library you know,” you pouted, dabbing it with a cloth just making it worse, he took the blame of course.

What he didn’t tell you was Robin had stopped by whilst you were at work. He was giving her ‘King Steve’ advice to pull Vicki, which left Robin laughing so much she put her coffee cup on your open book without a second glance.

“Hey! It worked on, Y/N!”

“No doubt about that, Dingus”

He had tried to get the stain out himself with no avail.

“I’ll take it back for you and get the scalding. Deal?” He looked at you with his big eyes,

“Fine, ugh. I guess. Fine.” You smiled at him as he pulled you into his arms, you couldn’t stay mad at him for shit. Flinging your arms around his neck and rubbing his hair with your hand. Payback. Though he secretly loved it, he wouldn’t let anyone else touch his hair. Only you. Only ever you.

“Stay with me, Y/N. You’re going to be okay.” He didn’t sound positive, it was as though he was telling himself you were going to be okay, time was slow yet fast. One minute you were slumped against him near some rock, now you were opening your eyes to see Dustin, Max, Lucas and Erica through an opening of Eddie’s Trailer.

“That’s trippy. Steve, are we smoking?” You couldn’t make out what was being said once again, something about being delusional and spacey which apparently wasn’t good. The kids you’d grown to love looking on in horror,

“Oh I see, Dustin. You’ve replaced me and Steve huh?” You joked as you sat in the back of Family Video with Steve on his break,

“No! No one could replace you guys, but you know. We do all get fed up with you two eating face all the time!” Dustin laughed and hit his own knee, “plus, I think you’d both like Eddie. He’s cool.” He smiled

Steve shook his head, “yeah. We will take your word for it bud, but just from experience. People that play D&D tend to be a bit weird,” he grinned as you all laughed,

“Hey! No fair guys!” Dustin took off his cap as he put it on your head, all in good light. You loved those D&D kids. You wouldn’t change them for the world.

“What the fuck happened?!” Even in your state, Dustin’s voice brought you to,

“Jesus Dustin, tone it down. I’m not dead.” You groaned, the ache in your stomach apparent,

“Okay. She’s definitely not dead.” Steve shoved Dustin lightly as everyone brought medical supplies, Eddie wasn’t exactly a reliable source for things, but he did have a pretty good medical pack that Nancy wasted no time in getting stuck into, giving you a few painkillers as she pressed down on your abdomen making you scream out in agony, Steve wanted to pull Nancy off. Bellow at her for hurting you so much, but he knew she was doing her best to stop you bleeding out anymore.

“Okay. You need to get her to a hospital, like now.” Eddie looked on as he fiddled about with his own medicine,

“Really?” Dustin butted in, “in the middle of saving one of our favourite babysitters, whilst you’re a suspected fugitive that’s been supposedly killing teenagers and you’re smoking weed?”

“Nerves man.” Eddie spoke with a spliff hanging out of his mouth, a shake in his hands evident. It wasn’t every day you witnessed a friend bleeding out on your already stained mattress. (sorry guys xD)

“Steve. This is daft. What are we doing here?” You stood, leaning against his maroon car, “we have much pressing matters at hand with Vecna around. What if our kids need us?” Steve was in the back of his car pulling something out the back,

“We won’t be here long. I just- I just wanted to do something.” It was a beautiful night. Just outside of Lovers Lake. Stars in the sky, a beautiful, warm evening. Though there were more important things to be doing, it was nice being alone with your boyfriend which was a luxury with the current circumstances. Steve stood next to you, taking your hand in his as he rubbed it with his thumb, looking up to the stars, “you know I love you right?” He was nervous,

“Steve? What’s wrong?” You jumped to the worst possible scenario, “have you been having nightmares? Oh god.” You stood in front of him worried, “visions? Fuck. Where’s your Walkman?!” He shushed you, pulling you into his arms,

“No! No, Y/N. Nothing like that.” You let out a shaky sigh, calming down,

“I know we’re young. 20 is young, and we don’t have to do it tomorrow, but-“ he sighed as he fiddled about with his coat jacket, “with how things are at the minute, I don’t want to wait any longer to do this.” You looked at him confused as he pressed a kiss against your forehead before getting down on one knee, “you make me so happy and I know we don’t have much. We have each other, we have our friends and we have what,” he thought for a second, “six kids already?” He sniggered, you stood in shock with a hand over your mouth, “I’ve been saving up forever for this, I wanted you to have something I bought with my own money, something you deserved. Y/N.” He faltered, you could hear the shake in his voice, “will you marry me?” He opened up a small ring box to show a ring that shone like the stars in the night sky,

“Steve!” You tumbled into him, knocking him onto the floor as you held your hand against the back of his head to make sure it didn’t meet the pavement, “yes! Yes I will marry you!”

The next time you woke up, you were surrounded by beeping machines and a sleeping Steve who had your hand tightly in his own. The ring on your finger twinkling against the light, the ache in your abdomen a lot better than it was.

You were alive, hardly, but still kicking. Rubbing your thumb against Steve’s hand he shot up, his messy hair covering parts of his face, his blood shot eyes from the toxic fumes in the Upside Down and crying no doubt. Tired and dishevelled, but still your Steve.

“Hey.” You smiled weakly at him as he kissed your hand.

“Hey, you.” He stood up and moved the hair from your face as he kissed your forehead gently, as though you were going to disintegrate at the slightest touch.

“The kids?” You questioned.

“Safe. We’re all safe for the time being.” You nodded and closed your eyes, sleep getting the better of you, but not before scooting over for your Steve to lay next to you. His warmth enveloping you.

Sure, you had a hell of a fight on your hands coming up, but for now you could rest up and deal with his protests another day as you knew damned well he would be even more protective now. You’d nearly lost your life today, but you’d do it all over again for your people, for your Steve.

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Writing a Steve x F!Reader that I’ll hopefully have posted in the next couple days. EEEEEKKK.

Just holding onto these next six days where Steve is still canonically alive. ahaha. cries.

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Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Confessions.

Summary; Reader is secretly in love with Steve and gets scared when he gets pulled down to the upside down. All of her feelings and the current circumstances has Y/N confessing her love. (Thank you for all the requests, I’m loving writing them for you guys ^_^)

A simple life. You wished for a simple life. You had anything but.

Hawkins was cursed, or maybe it was just your outcast group of friends that were cursed. You’d been through enough in your short life, but things were only getting worse.

With the threat of Vecna around, not knowing if you or your friends would see another day, something had to be done.

So here you all were again, searching for clues. Yourself, Steve, Robin, Nancy and Eddie all on a boat in the middle of Lovers Lake, ready for one of you to take the plunge to see if there was an opening to the Upside Down.

To say you were terrified was an understatement. Usual people around your age would be getting themselves dolled up to go see a movie with their boyfriends, feeling giddy, getting told off by parents when they missed curfew by a few minutes. You however weren’t getting dolled up and you didn’t have a boyfriend, instead you were pining for your best friend, Steve. He didn’t know that of course. Other people had caught on. Eddie, Robin and Dustin specifically.

They were forever nudging you, telling you to tell him how you felt. It was so blatantly obvious to them. How you cared and laughed a little too hard when he told a stupid joke no one else found funny. How you’d push Dustin’s shoulder a little when he made fun of Steve, even in a light matter. You really had to stop doing that as Dustin would look at you with a knowing glance.

You’d sit in his house alone with him, in his room as you watched rentals like no tomorrow after work as you, Steve and Robin worked together,

“Grease again?, really Y/N?” Steve shot you a look as he stood against the doorframe of his bedroom with a smile over his face, rubbing his damp hair with a towel after a shower.

“Oh come on. You love it!” You patted the bed next to you, “come on Steveeee.” You batted your eyelashes at him, pursing your lips,

“Okay, okay. Only if I’m Danny and you’re Sandy, deal?” He chucked the towel to the side of his room making a mental note to sort it out at a later time,

“Deal!” You grinned ear to ear as he joined you on the bed and stretched out with his head against the headboard,

“Sandyyyyy.” He mocked Danny’s voice as he looked at you.

You didn’t want to ruin the friendship you and Steve had. You were best friends and you had been for a long time. You didn’t want to jeopardise that. You didn’t want things to become unsettled and awkward, you liked things how they were, or so you thought as Steve jumped from the boat to search the lake before anyone could say otherwise.

Your heart thumping in your chest every second you couldn’t see him, your eyes trained on the lake like you were under some trance, your skin feeling clammy. You could feel eyes staring into the back of your head the whole time,

“He’ll be okay, Y/N. He’s a good swimmer.” Nancy had spoke up. You knew he was a good swimmer. You’d seen him countless times, but that didn’t stop your worry. This was a bit different than being a certified lifeguard and a co captain on a swim team.

Maybe the whole group knew your feelings for him. The only person that didn’t was Steve himself. The flutter in your sigh was evident, your nervousness obvious, “I know, Nance. It’s just-“

“I know.” She smiled and looked down at her watch, “three minutes.” You ran your hand harshly through your hair as you unzipped your bright blue jacket that stood out like a sore thumb, it was quite an ugly thing, but it was warm and comforting. You needed that at a time like this,

“What are you doing?” Robin cut in as she watched you,

“Going in after him.” Just as you were about to dive in yourself, Steve resurfaced filling his lungs with air again. You sat back down, your jacket now discarded on one of the small benches of the boat,

“I found it. It’s there. I saw it.” Steve breathed some more, filling his starved lungs with air, Robin fiddled around with the radio to let Dustin know Steve had found it, something going in your favour for once. “It’s pretty darn big.”

He was about to pull himself back up onto the boat before he was pulled down by something. Something sinister,

“Steve!”

“Y/N, NO!” Robin screamed out.

You wasted no time in diving in after him. Taking a deep breath you plunged into the unknown. You could hardly see Steve, the murky water stinging your eyes, everything blurry and and hard to see. The red glow of the upside down illuminating your vision. Your lungs starved of oxygen, you’d not held your breath this long for quite some time. One last kick of your legs and you were in the upside down.

Steve was struggling against demobats, chunks of flesh being ripped out of his side. Picking up the nearest thing you could call a weapon, in this case it was your shoe. With a strong enough thump, it would stun the bats long enough to grab their tails, slam them to the floor and stomp on them with your other shoe, leaving them dead.

Robin, Nancy and Eddie followed shortly after with oars from the boat which was a much more effective way in defeating these monsters. When the coast was clear, Nancy screamed to get in the woods. Helping Steve, you rushed into the woods without a second thought, leaving behind the carnage you’d just made.

“What the FUCK was that!” Eddie threw his hands up, “what the FUCK is this!” You knew it was a lot to process in such a short amount of time, but that was it. You didn’t have time to process these things, you just had to get on with it. You couldn’t help but feel for the poor guy though. As if being framed for these teenagers deaths wasn’t enough, the fact the thing that was killing these people was a monster from an alternate dimension was hard to digest. No one would believe that shit.

Steve leaned against a rock as he lost his balance, “Steve!” You called out and went to his side once more as the others looked on, trying to figure out where to go and what to do next.

“I’m ok, I’m ok. I just need a minute.” He slouched against the rock as you started ripping at your clothes,

“You’re losing too much blood. Here.” He put his arms up and nodded, “I’m sorry for how much this is going to hurt,” you winced at the sound of his own pain as you tightened the fabric around his abdomen, hoping it would slow the bleeding and keep the already nasty looking wounds from getting infected, “you really need to stop doing this,” Steve looked at you as you stood up,

“I’ve only been bitten by demobats the once, I won’t be making a habit out of it. Don’t you worry.” He smiled at you, tucking a strand of your damp hair behind your ear,

“I’m being serious, stop joking and stop trying to be the fucking hero all the time.” You sighed heavily, feeling defeated. You didn’t know where it was coming from, your pent up frustration, your feelings for Steve, the constant worry, it was all coming to a boil. This really wasn’t the place, but you couldn’t stop yourself from saying how you felt. “You could have died back there, and then what. What would I have done, hmm? What the fuck would I have done Steve? I care about you so much and it just keeps building and building and I feel like I’m about to explode!” Your arms were flailing around as you were explaining. The others awkwardly standing around and discussing their next move in a whisper between each other,

“Y/N I- I had to do that, for the group. I’m the strongest swimmer. We just have to knuckle down and get shit done, yes it’s dangerous, but-“

“No Steve! Stop, please! Let’s just go. Yeah?” You sighed and walked off to the others. Your mood dropping as you kept an eye on the floor, trying to avoid the black vines. Just in case they tried to grab you. Nancy filled you and Steve in of where you were headed and what for, “guns?” You nodded, “sounds like a plan.”

The whole way to Nancy’s house, you were quiet. Getting shit done as Steve had expressed. Robin and Nancy were in front talking about something you didn’t hear, you were behind them and Steve and Eddie were taking up the rear. You didn’t turn back as you didn’t want to be met by his gaze, his beautiful eyes that were so easy to get lost in, you carried on, stuck in your own whirlwind of a mind.

“Y/N, right there, she didn’t waste a second. Not one second. She just dove right in.” Eddie was talking to Steve in a whisper almost, so no one could hear, “now. I don’t know what’s happened or what is happening between you two, but if I were you, I would talk to her about your feelings Steve. I know you like her, and that. Was as unambiguous sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.” Steve watched you walking away with the other two as they continued.

Steve had loved you for a long time, real, true love. Your smile alone would make his heart burst. When you walked into a room you would light it up. You could comfort him like no other person. He always wanted to be around you, in this whole fucked up world, he was glad you were by his side. “Talk to her, Steve. You might not get another chance.” Eddie was right. You were all stuck in the Upside Down. What’s to say you wouldn’t all die here.

Steve and Eddie caught up with the rest of the group as he went to talk to the girls, asking them how long it would take and usual Eddie things. Steve stayed by you, making your heart jump in your chest. The effect he had on you was shocking, “what’s wrong, Y/N? You’ve been quiet ever since that altercation back there.” He pressed on,

“I’m getting shit done, just like you said.” He wanted to grab your hand, pull you to the side just for a minute so he could talk to you, but he couldn’t,

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He was concerned. Of course he was concerned. Despite the place you were right now, and the trouble you’d all been in previously, you were one of the most positive people he knew. You had to be positive in times like this or you would falter and cave,

“Can you just shut up. Please!” You snapped at Steve, your expression softening when he looked shocked. “I’m sorry. This is just, a lot.” Steve understood. Of course he did.

“Look, Y/N. What happened back there, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.” He brushed his hand with yours, making you stop in your tracks. The sudden touch making your hand tingle.

“It’s okay, Steve. I just really care about you.” He smiled at you, resisting the urge to kiss you right then and there,

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?” You sighed. If there was a tree next to you, you would probably smash your head against it. He was not going to stop,

“I can’t lose you Steve,” you mumbled, “I love you.”

“You love me?” He was shocked, you were waiting to be let down nicely as Steve would never purposely hurt your feelings.

“Yes. I am in love with you.” You looked to the floor as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close to his person, ignoring the nagging pain in his side,

“I love you too, Y/N. I’ve been wanting to tell you forever, but it was never the right time.” He nuzzled into the side of your neck. The others were probably at Nancy’s by now.

“And this is the right time? Stuck in an alternate dimension fighting for our lives?” You pulled away from Steve as you both carried on walking, his hand dancing over yours as you took it. Locking your fingers together,

“A right time as any I suppose. We aren’t exactly normal.” He sniggered and knocked his shoulder with yours.

It wasn’t the right place or the right time, but he was right. You’d told him how you felt and the feelings were mutual. You wondered if the group had known about his own feelings for you. Both of you dancing around each other like a loved up pair of twits. You had Steve and he had you and you both had all of your friends. Maybe your life would be simple after this. Maybe you would be getting dolled up to see a movie with your boyfriend sooner than you thought.

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Anxiety

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary; Y/N has bad anxiety and Steve is the best boyfriend.

(Warnings; goes into details about anxiety disorder, and how shitty it can make you feel. I know everyone has anxiety different, this is just how it effects me!)

If your anxiety wasn’t already bad, it was a whole lot worse now, after previous events.

You’d become more jumpy, you felt pathetic jumping at the slightest little thing. Steve had put his car keys on your bedroom dresser one evening and the noise had made you jump, he apologised profusely, gripping you tightly against his chest as he rocked you in his arms. It made you feel small and pathetic.

You didn’t want to leave the house and see people in person. You hated how awkward you got, forever stuttering on your words or worse, not even being able to speak. Steve was an angel. He was forever there for you, he’d keep his hand on the small of your back, rubbing his thumb against you. He’d talk for you if you needed him too, he was precious, the love of your life, but that still didn’t make it easy.

One evening you were both snuggled up on the sofa watching another rental from his work, it had become a habit to watch a movie of an evening with him, you only ever felt safe around him and hated being in a house alone, he did too, though he’d never say. He was your rock. He wanted to look after you.

“Why are you with me, Steve?” He looked at you dumbfounded, his brain ticking away, wondering if he’d heard you correctly.

“What are you talking about?” He shuffled away to look at your eyes that were clearly glazed with tears, his hand coming up gently to meet your cheeks as he rubbed his thumbs under your eyes, catching the tears before they fell.

“Me, Steve. Look at me, I’m a wreck. I can’t talk to people, I jump at everything, I can’t even walk out of the front door without getting sweaty palms and feeling like my heart is about to break out of my chest, it’s..” you sighed. “It’s embarrassing.” He was listening to what you had to say, “you’re Steve Harrington.” He shook his head, as you looked away from his eyes, expecting him to be disappointed,

“I love you Y/N. I know you’re struggling, I know you are, I am here for you. I’m always going to be here for you.” His heart broke at the sight of you, thinking you weren’t good enough for him. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him, “look.” He gently lifted your face with his forefinger and thumb as he kissed you softly, butterflies swirling in your stomach just like they did the first time you kissed and every time after that, “you’re perfect for me. Come here.” He opened his arms as he took you in them. Wrapping them tightly around you like a comfort blanket, letting you lean into his side as he pulled a throw over you both, “you don’t have to pretend with me. One day at a time. Good and bad days, yeah? I’m here.”

“I love you, Steve.” You snuggled into his side as he ran his hand over you. He could comfort you like no one else, and he would continue to do so for the rest of his life. You weren’t embarrassing to him, nor were you a burden. You were the love of his life and he’d do anything to keep you safe and protected, he’d do anything to reassure you. He’d go to the Upside Down and back again for you. You were his person and that wasn’t ever going to change.

“And I love you, more than you’ll ever know.”

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thank you so much for the requests! I'm writing some now ^__^

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fill up my asks with Steve Harrington x Reader ideas! I’m in a writing mooooood! love you all xoxo

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Edge of Seventeen

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary; Y/N gets possessed by Vecna (Reader is Dustin's older sister)

Life in Hawkins was far from the simple, you wondered how you’d made it this far without the looming Vecna issue. None of you could catch a break. Poor Chrissy, Fred, Eddie getting the blame and a near miss with Max.

Your own visions started a week ago. A big, old grandfather clock chiming at you in the weirdest of places. To start with you just thought it was to do with lack of sleep or PTSD from the Starcourt Mall situation, that was until Max had you all sitting around as she explained her visions and it was no coincidence yours were the same.

The intense headaches would wake you up sometimes, the nightmares then started which would plague your dreams and keep you awake for longer than you’d like to admit. The constant cups of coffee that had become a staple in your diet to help you stay awake.

Your friends were worried. They noticed a change in you. Despite everything, you were always bubbly and always there to help. You’d become distant to save them. They had enough to worry about without knowing Vecna was about to tap your shoulder telling you ‘times up.’

Your younger brother, Dustin had realised something was wrong when you were knocking back painkillers like no tomorrow to keep your migraines at bay, not that it ever helped. You just made up some baloney story to stop him looking into it too much.

And Steve. Of course your boyfriend knew something was wrong. He knew you like the back of his hand and instead of confiding in him and telling him everything, you snapped him and told him to go and bother Nancy. A low blow. A very fucking low blow from you.

So here you were, scared and alone at 2:30am, gripping hold of Steve’s yellow jumper that he left at yours a couple weeks back. He was meant to pick it up, but after you said what you did you didn’t think you’d ever see him again. You’d die alone just like Vecna wanted.

You were dragged out of your thoughts by a knock on the door, “Y/N?” You sighed as the door opened, your younger brother Dustin standing there fully dressed. “What’s going on?” He questioned, “What’s happening with you and Steve? No one tells me anything.”

If your mum was home you’d bellow for her to get your brother out of your room, but she wasn’t. She was away on business. She was always away on business. She expected too much from you sometimes. Granted, you were 19, but to look after Dustin was quite an ask. You did love your brother more than life though.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t told you with how close you both are,” you put Steve’s jumper on the floor next to you as Dustin made his way into your bedroom without invitation and sat on the end of your bed,

“I might be your dorky, D&D obsessed Little Brother, but with everything that’s happened over the last few years. I’d like to think I’ve grown up a bit.” He fiddled with the end of one of your blankets. “Steve doesn’t tell me everything you know…” he paused unsure as to whether he should carry on or not, “I do know that he thinks he’s done something wrong though.”

“He hasn’t Dustin.” You were quiet, almost a whisper, “it’s me.” You ran your hand through your hair, a headache coming on strong, making you wince and shut your eyes tightly.

“You know. We were better without you.” Dustin interrupted.

“Huh?” You were confused.

“You’ve messed up mine and Steve’s relationship we used to talk about everything now it’s just, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” Dustin was venomous, he’d never spoken to you like this before.

“Dustin I-“

“No, Y/N. You’ve ruined our group. I hate you being a part of it. I wish you’d just die.”

You blinked back tears not believing what you were hearing. You’d ruined the group? Dustin and Steve’s relationship? You loved those two together. You knew both of them would always be safe in each other’s company. You trusted Steve with your brother. The last thing you ever wanted to do was get in the way of that. What. Had. You. Done?

“Y/N! Y/N! Fuck! Y/N. Can you hear me?” Dustin shook your shoulders trying to bring you back to reality. “Y/N. Please. Not now.” You blinked and looked at your brother red eyed with tears on his cheeks,

“Another vision... I’m sorry Dusty”

“Y/N! Why didn’t you tell us? You can’t keep something like this! So… You’ve had the visions?”

You nodded, watching his brain tick,

“Headaches? Fuck! The painkillers you’ve been taking. Coffee to stay awake? Why didn’t I realise sooner?!”

“I’m sorry...” You were barely audible.

“I should have known! You’re my sister!” Dustin was the first to jump off the bed as he started rummaging through your dresser, “where is it?!”

“Where’s what?” You stood up off the bed to help your brother, “Tell me what you need so I can help.”

“Your Walkman, Y/N! Where is it?!” Things were becoming a lot more real and although you knew death was on your doorstep, it was pretty much in the same room as you now. “Y/N!” Dustin went to shake your shoulders again.

“Steve has it in his car.” Dustin slammed his hands on your dresser knocking your favourite make up items on the floor.

“Fuck! Right. Keys.” He held his hand out to you, “car keys. Now!”

“They’re on the kitchen table,” you were almost speechless, you’d never seen your brother so worried before.

“Y/N. Come on. We need to go. Now.” You picked up Steve’s jumper, hoping you’d be able to return it after you got your Walkman. Quickly throwing on your own oversize jumper. Still wearing your pyjama pants as there was no time, you made your way out of the house into the darkness. Dustin was already in the front of the car with the engine running.

“Since when did you drive?” You questioned.

“Steve.” He hit the gas,

“Figures,” you frowned as Dustin’s knuckles went white on the wheel. The drive was quick. Just as well it was the middle of the night with how Dustin was driving, he would’ve definitely mowed down a few pedestrians. Before you knew it, you were outside Steve’s house. You’d been with Steve a long time and it still surprised you how big the house really was. It was easy to get lost in. Steve’s car was the only one in the drive, a bit like your own mum, his parents were never home either.

“Stay here, Y/N.” Dustin scolded you as if you were the younger sibling. Watching him run up to the door, hammering his hands down with all his might filled your heart, of course he cared about you, of course he wanted you around, he didn’t want you to die.

“Steve!!” Dustin called, “Harrington, get your ass out here now.” He didn’t stop smashing his hands against the door as you got out of the car yourself, “Need the W-” Steve opened the door, dishevelled, only in night pants. He’d just woken up. He looked cute, yawning and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Wooahhh, Dustin. What’s wrong? What’s happened? You’re waking up the whole neighbourhood here,” Steve caught your eye, “Y/N?” Steve was about to run out and pull you into your arms,

“Walkman, Harrington, its Vecna. He’s got a hold on Y/N.” Steve was quick to open his car, almost pulling the door off as he grabbed your Walkman, fiddling about with tapes,

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you could see his worry from a mile away he ran towards you, you were about to run into his arms, apologise for the horrible things you’d said, instead, You fell, you wouldn’t stop falling, until you did,

“Steve?” You looked around the old house, “Dustin?” frozen in time, your breath hitched,

“Your time is up, Y/N. You know they don’t want you around.” You ran, as fast as you could, your legs screaming at you as you didn’t give in, not paying much attention, you tripped, pulling yourself up quickly, you were surrounded by red hues, rocks, slime, black vines. This place was bad news. Chrissy and Fred’s distorted bodies right in front of you, frozen and scared, “you belong here now, Y/N.”

“No! I don’t.” you ran again, but failed as Vecna took hold and dragged you, holding you up by your neck. Hard to breathe, hard to think, he had you. You struggled against him with no avail.

Just like the white winged dove

Sings a song

Sounds like she’s singing

“Stevie Nicks?” you could see yourself behind Vecna Dustin and Steve calling your name as you hovered in the air,

“They can’t help you, Y/N. You belong here now.”

And the days go by,

Like a strand in the wind

In the web that is my own

I begin again,

Said to my friend, baby

Nothing else mattered

Suddenly you were thinking about your practically adopted children with Steve. EL, Max, Lucas, Dustin, Will and Mike, the time you’d all gone out for ice cream as Steve worked. Annoying your boyfriend at his work was one of your favourite things to do, it was one of his favourite things too. He would join you and laugh, things were simple then, the calm before the storm.

He was no more than a baby then

Well he seemed broken-hearted

Something within him

But the moment that I first laid eyes on him, all alone

On the edge of seventeen

Flashbacks of you, Steve and Dustin in his car, singing at the top of your lungs with the windows open, wind combing through all of your hair messing it up, “I bloody love this song!!! Just like the white winged dove, sings a song, sounds like she’s singing. I said ooh, baby ooh, said ooh.” Steve laughed and took his eyes off the road as Dustin screamed, ‘Look at the road, Harrington! We are all going to die!’

Well I went today

Maybe I will go again tomorrow

Yeah, yeah, well the music there

Flashbacks to the house party when you and Steve were ridiculously drunk and high, singing along to music like no one else was in the room. Just him and you, twirling around, dancing, having the time of your lives, happiness,

Well, it was hauntingly familiar

Well, I see you doing what I try to do for me

With the words from a poet

And a voice from a choir

And a melody, and nothing else mattered,

Your younger brother confiding in you, saying he loved you, calling you the best sister ever. Enveloping you in the biggest, bone crushing hug.

You were loved and there was no way Vecna was going to take you away from your people, one firm grip and a yank of his neck, he crumpled and howled out as he let you go, this time you didn’t stop, you didn’t trip and you didn’t look back. You did not quit, falling debris was not going to stop you from getting back to the people you cared about, nothing was ever going to stop you.

Once again you were falling.

“Y/N? Y/N? Oh my god! I've got you, sweetheart, I've got you.” Steve gripped hold of you as if his life depended on it, Dustin kneeling down and hugging you both, “I thought I’d lost you for a minute there.”

“You two could never lose me.” Dustin cried, Steve cried, hell. You cried.

“You’re both staying here tonight, come on.” Steve helped you up off the floor as Dustin followed closely, making sure to lock up the car and keeping the Walkman tightly in his hands.

“I’m so sorry Steve, for what I said,” he gripped your hand as you all walked into the house, running his thumb over your fingers,

“It’s forgotten, Y/N. you’ve had this on your mind. You don’t ever have to be alone. You have us. We all care, we're here to help.” He pulled you into a hug, nestling his face into your hair. “I love you, Y/N… and you Dustin” Steve smirked as he looked at your younger brother pulling a face behind you,

“I was going to say! Don’t leave me out of this Harrington. I’m the best brother ever.” Dustin grinned,

“That you are kiddo, that you are.”

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𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗

Never Ending Story; 𝚈/𝙽 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗, 𝚈/𝙽'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎. (𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 :𝙳 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚘𝚜) 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜; 𝟷.𝟽𝚔

Edge of Seventeen; 𝚈/𝙽 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚅𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚊. 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜; 𝟸.𝟷𝚔

Anxiety; 𝚈/𝙽 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜; 𝟶.𝟻𝚔

Confessions; 𝚈/𝙽 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚈/𝙽 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜; 𝟸.𝟸𝚔

Reminiscing; 𝚈/𝙽 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚜. 𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜; 𝟸.𝟺𝚔

Code Blue; 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚈/𝙽 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏? (𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝟺 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍.) 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜;𝟼.𝟻𝚔

Idiots in love;𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚈/𝙽 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜; 𝟹.𝟺𝚔

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Never Ending Story

Summary; Y/N and Steve are in the back of the car beat up and bruised when Dustin, Y/N's half brother finally gets the code. (There is a whole lot more to it than that. I just really suck at summaries :D also, sorry for any typos)

"Jesus Steve." The sight of your badly beaten boyfriend made your heart hurt, true. You weren't looking much better. The evident worry on Steve's face as he gently rubbed his thumb against your bruising cheek.

"I can't believe they did this to you." He cradled you in his arms. Where you felt the safest,

"I really thought we were toast back there." You sighed, nestling your face into the crook of Steve's neck.

"Me too."

You closed your eyes, forgetting everything around you before Dustin spoke up.

"Um. Guys..."

Bringing you back to your senses, you stepped away from Steve as you both followed Dustin's gaze to the Starcourt mall.

"Shit!" Dustin ran back to his radio waiting no time, "Griswold family, this is Scoops Troop! Do you copy? Over!"

You all sat on the grass waiting. Hoping for an answer, wishing your friends were okay.

"Griswold family, I repeat, this is Scoops Troop, do you-"

A loud shriek took over the radio as you all looked at each other.

"Fuck!" Robin rubbed her face as Dustin doesn’t give in. Steve kissed the corner of your forehead before standing up, sprinting down the hillside,

"Where are you going?!" Erica bellowed after Steve,

"To get them the hell out of there! Stay here. Contact the others."

You're next to get onto your feet, running after Steve, but not before your younger brother called after you.

"Wait! Y/N! Stay in touch" he smiles a weak smile as he tossed you a radio, "don't die, please. I love you."

"I love you too, Dusty. See you soon hopefully." You gripped hold of the small radio as you carried on running. You weren't the fastest, but your legs didn't fail you as you caught up with Steve,

"Y/N. No." he was serious, he’d almost lost you once today in the interrogations.

"No time to argue, Steve. Let's go." He rubbed his bruised face and sighed, nodding. Of course you were going to go with him. He couldn’t stop you.

The run to the car was tiring, but you both didn’t stop. Your friends were in danger and having done things like this several times before, you knew it was a matter of life and death. Scrambling into the car, Steve started it up in silence as you caught your breath.

“Y/N.” Steve’s voice was low, laced with worry and tiredness. You were both running off adrenaline now. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You wiped your nose that had started bleeding again, just hoping it wasn’t broken after the Russians did a number on you both.

“I swear.” Steve spoke up, “If we get out of this alive, Henderson. We ae going to have a very quiet date night.”

You chuckled lightly as Starcourt got more visible. “Agreed.” Your eyes didn’t leave Steve as he carried on driving, his knuckles white with the grip he had on the steering wheel.

“Fuck. Make sure your belt is on.” You looked in front of you, Nancy was firing a gun at another car, realising what Steve was about to do as he put his foot down.

“Oh my god!” you braced for impact as you closed your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest. It was quick, but definitely not painless as your whole body collided with your belt, pain rapidly coursing through your chest as your head flung forward, your hair covering your face, your brain feeling like it was rattling around in your skull making you dizzy. Steve turned to look at you, his own hair bouncing from impact,

“Are you okay?” you were both alive and that’s all that mattered.

“Ask me tomorrow?” you undone your belt as your hands shook, both of you pulling yourself up to see the Mind Flayer climbing over the roof.

“GET IN!” Nancy screamed, you didn’t need to be told twice as you pushed yourself out of the car, Steve making sure you got into the back of the car first, following close behind, your legs feeling like jelly as he slammed the door shut, pulling you into his arms. He gripped hold of you, keeping you close to his chest. You could feel his heart thumping as hard as your own.

“If only that thing could slow down.” You muttered to yourself as Steve gave you a firm squeeze, his eyes not leaving the monster.

“Dusty-bun, you copy?” you looked at the radio you had managed to keep hold of. How? you had no idea.

“I copy, Suzi-poo. I hear you much better now, thanks.”

You shuffled away from Steve and looked at him in shock, “Suzie.”

“Okay, so, listen. Do you know Planck’s constant?” Dustin spoke up, your eyes still glued to the small radio in your lap, you looked at Steve puzzled, as your brother and his girlfriend continued their conversation,

“She’s real?” Steve perked up a little, a proud smile on his face. Even at a time like this. He really was the best babysitter and he loved those kids, even your dorky little brother.

Dustin continued as you looked to the radio.

“I promise I will make it up to you as soon as possible.”

“You can make it up to me now.”

Suzie sounded sweet, but this wasn’t the time,

“What?”

“I want to hear it.” You could hear the smirk in her voice.

There was a pause before Dustin continued,

“Suzie, this is urgent.”

Your brother was trying, you knew he was,

“Yes, you’re saving the world. I heard you the first time.”

The radio was static,

“So this is Suzie, signing off.”

You bit your lip,

“Wait, wait. Wait. Okay.”

You were confused, you were all confused as to what just happened and what was going to happen, this car wouldn’t drive forever and you were seriously running out of time.

Turn around, look at what you see

Steve was baffled as blood slightly dripped from the side of his head, the Mind Flayer catching up to the car.

In her face, the mirror of your dreams.

“Right that’s it. We’re going to die.” Steve spoke up, almost sarcastically.

Make believe I’m everywhere, hidden in the lines

You laughed as everyone looked at you, your brother still singing on air with his girlfriend.

Written on the pages is the answer to a never ending story.

“Is he actually serious right now?” Steve was now looking at the radio, still as puzzled as ever as you gently kicked his shoe.

“Hey. You are his babysitter. You sure this wasn’t one of you doings?”

Steve smiled and shook his head, it wasn’t the time for making silly jokes, but you always could make him feel better, even in grave moments like this.

“Reach the stars, fly a fantasy.” Steve looked at you now, almost saying what the fuck are you doing with just his facial features,

“Come on Steve.” You smiled, even though you were scared, even though there was a possibility of you not seeing another day, “we might die, sing with me.”

He huffed and shook his head, his hair dishevelled, “What do you do to me, Y/N.” He took your hands in his, lightly rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands, your boyfriend finally joining in with you.

Dream a dream, and what you see will be. Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds

“Not you two as well. Jesus Christ. Give me strength.” Will put his head in his hands as Lucas seemed somewhat amused. Nancy and Johnathan in the front of the car laughing.

And there upon a rainbow is the answer to a never ending story. Story.

Suddenly the singing stopped as Suzie gave Dustin the code. A sigh of relief from everyone in the car

“You just saved the world.” Dustin also sounded relieved and somewhat happy, given the circumstances.

“You must really love me, joining in with me and that.” You looked to Steve who was smiling, laughing under his breath,

“Have you only just figured that out? I adore you, Y/N.” You leaped into his arms and kissed over his face,

“Whoa, wait. It’s turning around?” the Mind Flayer had changed directions,

“Maybe we wore it out?” Lucas said unconvinced,

“I doubt it.” Johnathan looked into the mirror. “Hold on.”

You fell into Steve’s lap as the car turned harshly, Steve hardly holding on himself as his side hit the door of the car, “More bruises.”

“I’ll nurse you back to health.” Steve smirked at you as Johnathan gained control of the car once more,

“Not the place lovebirds.” Nancy shook her head smiling.

Three months later

"Can you believe it?! Mum away for months on business. We have the whole house to ourselves" Dustin burst into the living room, "Can't believe she trusts you to look after me. I am a handful."

"Don't we know it." Steve butted in, bringing in a bowl of popcorn, "So. What movie are we all watching?"

Your mum had let Steve move in which was insane, your mum always did have a soft spot for him, she'd always tell you Steve was the one for you. She knew he'd take care of the both of you whilst she was away. She knew you'd all take care of each other and with you and Steve both working for Family Video, she knew you could be trusted. You'd grown into a fine young woman.

"I'm not sure." Dustin grabbed a handful of popcorn before jumping over you to sit on the sofa.

"I know the perfect movie." Steve grinned as you watched him get up, "How about... The NeverEnding Story?"

Dustin slammed his head into the back on the sofa huffing, "can you two fucking stop with that now?!"

"Turn around, look at what you see. in her face, the mirror of your dreams." you stood up and spun around with your arms out, as Steve joined in, "make believe I'm everywhere. I'm hidden in the lines. written on the pages, is the answer to a never ending story."

"Right, that's it. I'm going out." Dustin grabbed his cap and coat before pulling his shoes on.

"Hey, Dusty." you stopped singing and watched him as he opened the door, "Love you."

"yeah, yeah. Love you too." he closed the door behind him as you looked to Steve.

"so." he started, "we have the house to ourselves now, you wanna?" he looked to the stairs as you grinned and sprinted off up the stairs with him following after you.

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