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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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snowed in

A/N: i literally got the idea for this fic last summer... and I know I could have written a whole long thing, but I just wanted the smut and the vibes.

summary: “who the hell are you? what are you doing here?”

warnings: Steve Harrington x Hopper's niece!reader, smut, forced proximity, being snowed in, very light enemies to lovers vibes, kissing, fingering, handjob, brief pussyjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, thigh riding, somno adjacent, multiple orgasms

word count: 3465

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Finally, after what had felt like the longest car ride of your life, you stepped out of your vehicle and stretched your legs.

Even with the sun as just a simple memory at this point, the plump piles of snow still illuminated the forest you now found yourself in. Sticking your head back into the car, you grabbed the small duffle bag you’d hastily packed this morning and turned to approach the small, secluded cabin.

This was exactly what you needed. A few days away from everyone. Just you and nobody else.

Upon entering the rustic home, the bag in your hand almost instantly fell from your freezing fingers, being so exhausted from the long travel that you didn’t bother setting it down properly.

Just then, after you’d stepped out of your snow-covered boots, shredded your thick coat and the other winter essentials you wore in order to fight the cold, the bathroom door in the seemingly abandoned home swung open and gave you such a big fright that you nearly sprinted out the front door, clad now in entirely too little to even joke about such a thing.

Your scream pierced the cabin walls as a young man appeared and nearly jumped out of his skin as well.

“Jesus christ!” he held an arm out in alarm, “who the hell are you? What are you doing here?”

It was first now that your buzzing vision focused in on the stranger and noticed that he was in fact only dressed in a towel hung dangerously low on his hips.

“Who am I? Who are you?” you shrieked, trying not to let your eyes explore his exposed skin, still glistening from the shower.

“I asked you first.”

“I’m Y/n Y/l/n, Hopper’s niece! Now tell me who you are before I call my uncle and have him arrest you for trespassing!”

“My name is Steve, and just for the record, princess, Hopper let me stay here this weekend.”

“He did?” damn it… you should have called first instead of just grabbing the spare key and heading all the way there without a single word. “Are-… are you sure?”

“Am I-,” he repeated, sounding offended that you even asked, “yes, I’m sure!”

“Shit… I drove all day to get down here…”

“…and you didn’t bother to call ahead first?” he furrowed his brows and crossed his arms over his broad fuzzy chest.

“Oh, shut up, Stephen!” you wallowed in your misery.

“It’s Steve.”

“Yeah, whatever dude,” you huffed, glumly peeking back out the frosty window at your car, “you’re not the one who has to drive all night in order to get back home,” you muttered dramatically, “it’s not like I can just pull over and sleep in my car when it’s minus-, ugh, I don’t know, a lot outside,” you let your head slump forward and collide gently with the freezing windowpane, hiding none of your despair. “You know what, on second thought, the freezing-to-death option doesn’t seem half bad in comparison to going back home…” you joked against the glass, then quickly added when you glanced over your shoulder to see his face filled with horror, “I’m kidding, though I might fall asleep at the wheel, we’ll see.”

Letting out a heavy sigh, Steve uncrossed his arms to gesture to the living room area, “take the couch.”

“Really?” you gasped.

“But just till the sun comes up, you got it?” he pointed his finger at you in warning.

Waking up from what must have been one of the most uncomfortable nights of sleep you’d ever experienced, you clawed your way out of the mountain of blankets you’d piled on top of you in hopes that it would help remedy your unwavering chill. You’d even hopped in just about all the clothes you’d brought with you, but it still wasn’t enough to make your shiver stop.

Gathering yourself as quickly as you could, you kept up your part of the deal and exited the cabin first thing. Or rather, you tried.

Attempting again and again, the front door just wouldn’t budge. Putting your shoulder into it, you finally managed to shove it open just a few inches revealing the blinding white sight of a mount of snow pilled up directly against the door, nearly coming up to your hip.

“Oh my god,” you sighed, quickly moving to one of the frost-covered windows to get a better view of your obscured car, completely buried under a huge pile of snow, “you’ve got to be kidding me…”

Emerging out of the small bedroom, Steve greeted, “morning, princess. You on your way out?”

Turning your head to look at him, you caught the chill that went up his spine as the small sliver out to the aftermath of the blizzard was just enough to penetrate him to his bones. “Apparently not,” you gestured to the state the cabin’s porch was in.

“Oh, shit,” the sight woke him up more effectively than coffee.

“What do I do? Do you think I could get rid of the snow near the door enough to get out?”

“Maybe, but even if you did manage to dig your way out, that car is first of all completely buried and second of all would in no way be able to drive in this weather.”

“Well, what if I walked? Hawkins can’t be that far.”

“If you could drive then yeah it wouldn’t be too bad. What, do you think you could walk all day in 4 feet, if not more, of snow? You would get hypothermia if you just stepped out on the porch with the way you’re dressed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I didn’t have time to pack any blizzard-appropriated clothes, you dick!” you snapped at the striking stranger, “what do you want me to do, huh?”

“There isn’t really anything to do except wait it out,” he stated, then moved to open a small cabinet and rummaged through it a bit.

“Wait…” you echoed, glancing back out the window and letting your unfortunate circumstances sink in.

“Here,” he tossed a thick woollen sweater directly in your face. It was big and undoubtedly your uncle’s, “so you don’t freeze to death.”

“What?” your hands froze in their preparation of the small couch for yet another chilly night of sleep.

Glancing up at Steve in pure shock, he continued with a small eye roll, “jesus, I’m not asking you to marry me, I just don’t wanna wake up to find your frozen corpse on the couch.”

“It’s not that bad…”

“Princess, I could hear your clambering teeth through the walls all the way in the bedroom last night,” he cocked his head a moment, then clarified with a sigh, “just, you stay on your side, I’ll stay on mine, it will just feel like we’re sleeping in the same room.”

“Except it is the same bed,” you blinked up at him, “you want me to sleep in the same bed as you? Seriously?”

“Well, I’m sorry for trying to keep you alive, keep you warm. It’s not my fault the only fireplace is in the bedroom and doesn’t do shit for the rest of the cabin!”

And after a long moment of squinting at him suspiciously, you then said, “…fine. But I swear if this is just some cheap trick for you to try something-”

“Oh my god, no,” he cut you off with a laugh, “have you met you? You’re absolutely infuriating.”

Alright, he didn’t have to say it like that… “Well, good, because if you try anything I’ll stick my uncle on you as soon as I get out of here.”

You had no idea how you ended up like this. You hadn’t started out like this last night but somehow, at some point during the restful night, you and Steve had become rather entangled.

His face was pressed into the side of your hair, and it wasn’t just his strong arm that was draped across your torso, one of his thick thighs was stuffed in between yours as well. It was almost as if he had just rolled over and clicked into place against you.

You could tell by his slow breathing that he was still asleep, although your own got caught in your throat as it dawned on you what exactly it was that was poking your side. The mixture of his morning wood and his thigh pressing up against your panties made your mind suddenly recall not the specific details of the dream you’d just woken from, but the theme it had was now as crystal clear in your mind as the arousal that still dripped down onto the cotton of your underwear and surely soaked Steve’s thigh.

You weren’t completely awake yet, still hazy, clinging to that fleeting memory of your liquid dream. And without even realising it, you began to rock your hips down against his leg, breathing out a soft sigh as your eyes fluttered closed again. His gentle breath seeped directly into your ear and acted as a gentle soundtrack lulling you deeper into that drowsy dawn desire.

You didn’t even realise how deep you had sunk, how long you had grinded your soaked panties over his thigh, it wasn’t till you neared the edge and let out a needy sound, loud enough to burst your own bubble, that you woke you up completely with a jolt, jumping under the duvet and scampering away from Steve.

Swiftly trying to play it off as just a loud yawn, you faked one as you felt Steve stir behind you.

Your body still very much entwined with his own, it didn’t take long for him to notice how his morning excitement was poking you and let out a gravely curse underneath his breath.

“Fuck,” he quickly worked to distance himself from you, the now missing warmth sending a shiver down your spine, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you squeaked, hiding your still-flushed cheeks in the pillow, “you have nothing to apologise for, it’s a totally natural thing.”

“Yeah,” he breathed beside you, his morning voice making you suck in a deep breath in order not to get all worked up again, “totally natural…”

“Stop shaking,” Steve grumbled in the bed beside you, “you’re making my teeth rattle.”

Yet another night had bloomed outside the cabin you continued to be snowed inside of with a man who had over the past day or so moved on from being a complete stranger to something more akin to a forced acquaintance. An acquaintance who had made your pulse spike all day since what happened this morning…

“I-I’m sorry,” you shivered, “how are you not freezing?”

“Guess my body is just more used to the cold than yours.”

Then, without warning, Steve made a split decision and rolled over, wrapping his long arms around you, and drawing you in close. “What are you doing?” you protested, planting a hand on his chest and glaring up at him with wide eyes.

“Would you just shut up and let me help?” his hands tightened their hold on your trembling form, fingers digging into the borrowed woollen sweater that you still adorned, “I won’t get any sleep if you don’t warm up soon.”

Slowly, you let your body relax in his embrace, feeling your bare legs press up against the soft fabric of his pyjama bottoms, and how his whole body radiated heat, making you feel as if you could melt right into his chest.

“Thank you,” you averted your gaze from his entrancing chocolaty ones, bowing your head gently and over time letting your forehead drop into his chest, right under his chin. Eventually, you felt his fingers begin to dance along your spine, drawing soothing patterns, probably in an effort to draw you closer to sleep, but his soft touch only succeeded in the complete opposite, igniting little sparks that travelled through your body and ended at your core.

Your breathing notably changed as you lied there, scared to move in case it would prompt him to halt his touch. As you felt his fingertips begin to occasionally dip down under the hem of your sweater, briefly caressing your bare skin, you buried your face even deeper into his shirt and dug your fingers into the material, breathing in his scent and trying to stay silent.

It didn’t take more than the tiniest turn of his own hip for them to come into contact with yours, within seconds you let out a muffled gasp as you felt the palpable tent in his pants, pressing against you and standing proud in search of your warmth.

Absentmindedly you wiggled your hips gently against his, eyes screwing shut as you heard the prominent exhale that he let out right above your head. One of Steve’s hands instinctively slid down to grasp your hip, though not in an effort to stop them, just holding them steady as he gently attempted a rock of his own against your centre.

“Steve,” you breathed, tightening your fists in his shirt.

“Do you want me to stop?” his fingers slowly curved around your bottom, palming your ass lightly through the thin cotton of your panties.

“No, don’t-, please, don’t stop,” you pleaded into his chest.

Feeling one of his hands glide up to grasp your cheek, he tilted your head back and searched your dark eyes, “you sure?”

“I’m sure, I’m so fucking sure, Steve, please-” your hazy sentence was abruptly cut short as he crashed his lips into yours, seizing you quickly, though when he had landed, he surprised you by slowing down, your own mouth needing a moment to catch up to the unexpectedly leisurely pace, though in no time you found yourself whimpering against his lips as he kissed you like if he had all the time in the world, enjoying every second as he flicked his tongue teasingly over your lips and lapped up your blissful smile.

Your brows furrowed as his fingers found your soaked panties, playing with your clit through the fabric, “you sure you don’t just want my thigh again, princess?” he purred, catching off guard, “just pick up where you left off this morning?”

“You-,” you reeled back breathlessly, both your hands still holding on to either side of his face, “you were awake?”

“Sure was,” he smirked, hooking a finger in your underwear, and pulling them to the side.

“How long?” your chin rose in a silent gasp as you felt him explore your wet petals.

“Every single second,” he gently dipped a finger inside your leaking hole, “fuck, do you know how hard it was to keep my hands off of you all day?” his digit pumped in and out of you slowly, making your hips angle towards him for more, “I’ve never been that turned on during a game of scrabble as I was today.”

“Should have just pushed the game aside then,” you slid your right hand down from his cheek to the bulge straining in his pants.

Dipping your fingers down below the waistband, you grasped his hard cock, “oh yeah? Is that what you wanted me to do? Just make the pieces go flying and bury my face between your thighs?”

“I don’t think I need to answer that question,” you uttered as the noises of your slick heat join in and mixed with the crackling flames still dancing in the fireplace in the corner of the room.

“Have you just been this wet all day, princess?” he joined an additional finger in beside the other one.

Your impatience only grew after you gave his girth a few needy tugs, “well I didn’t get to finish this morning, so yeah,” you pulled his pants down just enough to free his stiff length, the waistband coming to rest just beneath his heavy sack.

“Poor you…” he withdrew a moment in order to yank your panties down your goosebump-ridden legs, “you want me to help you? You wanna cum?”

Not giving his fingers a chance to return, you angled his dick and swiped the bulbous head through your folds, nudging it especially against your little swollen pearl, “please.”

“You wanna cum on my cock, is that it?” he pulled your left leg up to rest upon his hip, spreading your pussy for him and giving him more room to play.

“Yes,” flowed past your lips like a breathy prayer.

Grabbing onto the base himself, he overpowered your hold, “tell me you want it,” he nudged the tip rudely against your clit.

“I want it,” your answers were quick and desperate.

“Tell me you wanna cum on my cock,” he flowed down to tease your entrance.

“I wanna cum on your cock, please, please, please,” you pleaded, turning into complete puddy in his hands.

Thrusting his hips forward, he purposely only gave you the tip at first, slowly, with every unhurried thrust giving you more and more till he was buried to the hilt inside you, balls pressing against your sticky skin. Once he had given you everything he had, his slow movements came to a complete standstill as you found each other’s eyes and as one reeled in the sensation together, catching your breaths a moment before diving into a hungry kiss.

Lips locked, his movements began again, keeping the thrusts long and slow, dragging out nearly all the way, and occasionally truly all the way, before filling you back up in a manner that was both so slow but also hard, a manoeuvre that managed to take your breath away completely every time.

Before you knew it, sneaking up on you unexpectedly like a thief in the night, your body began to tremble again in his embrace, though this time it wasn’t from the cold. Not changing his pace one bit, he fucked you through your orgasm, kissing your cheeks as your eyes rolled back in overwhelming ecstasy.

Still under the covers, pushing through the overstimulating pleasure he gave to you, Steve suddenly grabbed your ass and in one fell swoop manhandled your trembling form, rolling over so you could be on top of him.

“So fucking pretty,” he readjusted the duvet around your shoulders, then slid his large palms down your body, “come on, don’t stop now,” you felt his hand come down upon your immobile ass, your fuzzy brain not yet caught up to the fact that the pace was now in your control, “you can do it, princess,” he fingers dug into your hips, kickstarting their movements, “keep going for me.”

You tried to bounce in his lap, you really did, but with your thighs as shaky as they still were and your walls still clambering down on his dick from your intense high, the result ended up looking rather clumsy, though you didn’t care as you slowly rode out your sensitivity and gathered up the strength for more.

With your face completely buried in his neck, panting against his pulse, you moaned in his ear, “please,” trying to keep up your light rocking.

“What?” his fingertips danced over your spine, “can you not do it yourself? Has my dick made you go so dumb that you don’t even know how to ride it anymore?”

“Steve,” you pouted, smooching your face deeper into his skin.

“It’s okay, princess,” his fingers slid down towards your hips again and grasped them tight, holding them in place, “I don’t mind doing all the work,” your upper body melted into his skin even more, “you just lay here and keep making those beautiful noises for me, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you felt yourself begin to drool as he started to buck up into you.

Completely losing himself to the rhythm, Steve's ever-flowing groans evolved into the most earthshattering moans you’d ever heard, the sound alone making you feel dizzy, although the ridiculous pace he had worked himself up to was more than enough to get your screams to bounce off of the cold cabin walls.

Jerking violently in his arms as your second peak washed over you, the sensation almost being too much to bear, he held you against him, not letting you go till you were more than done and your throbbing pussy had milked him off all of his worth.

Plastered against each other under the toasty duvet, his softening girth still split you apart as his sticky load slowly leaked out and painted his pyjama pants, you murmured weakly into his skin, “so when do you think the snow will melt?”

“I don’t know, I think spring might be a pretty safe bet.”

Peaking up at him, you asked, “are you still in a hurry to get rid of me?”

Glancing blissfully down at you in his arms, he smiled, “I think I could manage if you stayed a little longer.”

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steddielvr · 1 year

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welcome to the family

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Hopper!Reader, Jim Hopper x Daughter!Reader, Eleven Hopper x Sister!Reader

Summary: You invite your boyfriend Steve over for dinner for the first time with your dad and younger sister. (Set between season 2 and 3)

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: extreme fluff, protective!hop&el, Steve being nervous and adorable as per usual

a/n: sooo this fic was my all time favourite fic that i wrote on my old account so i thought it would be perfect to have this be the first one that i reposted. i made some edits and added a few extra scenes and things and i hope you love it!

NOT MY GIF! CREDS TO OWNERS!

You had just finished setting the table with your younger sister whilst your dad worked on getting the food ready when a knock on the door echoed throughout the cabin. The three of you froze, heads shooting up, wide eyes flickering between one another in confusion.

Typically, you would have recognised that knock anywhere, but the months of keeping your sister hidden from the outside world and not letting anyone other than yourself or your dad into the house made you all instinctively alert.

You wrap an arm around Eleven, pulling her protectively into your side as your dad slowly places down the bowl he was holding, making his way from behind the counter towards the front door, fists clenched tightly by his sides.

“Hey, uh, it’s Steve. Am I early?”

Your shoulders instantly relax at the familiar voice, Eleven releasing her tight hold around your waist as she feels the tension leave your body. She looks up at you in surprise and you give her a comforting grin in response, pressing a kiss to her growing hair before heading in the direction of the front door.

However, you pause as you realise that your dad has already beaten you to it. He gives you a smug smirk, ushering you away and signalling that he’ll take care of it and you give him a stern look in response, meaning ‘play nice’.

He rolls his eyes and nods, holding his hands up in defence before turning towards the door. He carefully turns all of the locks, puffs his chest out and swings the door open to reveal your visibly nervous boyfriend, clutching a small bunch of nearly dead flowers in his sweaty hands. He smiles sheepishly at your dad, trying to discreetly wipe his hands off on his jeans.

“Hopper” He nods, before his eyes widen. “I mean Chief-I mean Mr Hopper-I mean sir-I..uh-” He stutters, face turning a light pink. Your dad cuts him off with a laugh disguised as a cough.

“Hopper’s fine, kid” He looks your boyfriend up and down, face emotionless and moves to the side, gesturing for him to come inside.

The brunette gulps and walks inside, stumbling slightly over his feet. El comes to stand beside you, arm returning around your waist. You glance down at her, holding back a laugh at the look of amusement on her face.

“Dinner will be ready shortly,” your dad announces after doing a quick check of the surroundings outside and relocking the door. “If you’ll excuse me.”

Steve nods quickly as Hopper turns, returning to the kitchen, busying himself with cutting up some vegetables for the coming meal. You watch as your boyfriend takes a deep, shaky breath, muttering inaudibly to himself before turning around, starting slightly once he realises he has an audience. His face instantly lights up and relaxes once he registers your warm, welcoming features looking back at him, making his way towards you quickly. God you looked gorgeous.

Your smile widens as he comes closer, blushing as he leans in to shyly peck your cheek before smiling nervously down at Eleven. He clears his throat before hurrying to separate the almost forgotten flowers in his hands into two bunches before holding them out in front of you and El.

“I-uh-I got these for you. Both of you.” He clarifies, smiling gently at you and your sister.

You feel your heart turn to mush at the adorable boy in front of you, taking the first bunch of flowers with a grateful smile. You look towards El, who’s staring wide-eyed up at Steve. You nudge her gently, nodding your head towards the flowers. She takes them carefully, looking down at them in awe before raising her head with a small smile.

“Thank you” She whispers sheepishly, before running over to the kitchen to show Hop.

You look at Steve with a wide grin, his face mirroring your own. You check that your dad’s attention is wholly captured by your sister’s excited presentation of her flowers before reaching over and putting your arms around his shoulders, kissing him quickly.

“You’re too cute!” You gush, squishing his reddening cheeks affectionately. He chuckles at your antics, before his face turns serious.

“Your dad doesn’t like me..” He murmurs, sadness pooling in his brown eyes. You cup his face in your hands, pouting at him before giving him a comforting smile.

“He does.” You reassure, “He’s just protective. They both are” You mumble, looking over to your dad and sister in the kitchen area. You turn your attention back to Steve, who’s looking at you with so much love in his eyes you think you could cry. “Besides, with the amount of times you’ve saved my life over the past two years, there’s no way either of them could hate you.”

He opens his mouth to argue but you pull away from him as you spot your dad walking towards the table with El right behind him, both carrying full plates of food for the four of you. You take Steve’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and guide him over to the table.

Hopper and El are already sitting down beside each other, and you move to take the seat across from El before an arm stops you. Steve scrambles to pull your chair out for you, making you giggle softly at his gentlemanly behaviour as you sit down. He takes his place beside you, wiping his clammy hands off again.

You place a hand over his bouncing knee, making him turn his head towards you. You give his knee a squeeze, smiling reassuringly at him. Your dad watches the interaction carefully, the corner of his lips twitching upwards at the sight of his love-struck teen. But he would never let you see that. He clears his throat, catching both of your attentions, and motions towards the food.

“It all looks delicious” Steve praises, afraid to look your dad directly in the eye so opts to turning to Eleven instead. “Did you help make all of this?” he asks, mock surprise in his tone.

Eleven grins and nods, appreciative of her help being recognised, eyes flickering over to you. You wink at her, causing her to let out a giggle.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” Your dad’s tone is harsh and you look at him in shock, raising your eyebrows scoldingly at him. He shrugs his shoulders in response, attention turning to Steve.

“So, Steven,” he begins, tone menacing and face dead serious. “What are your intentions with my eldest daughter?”

“Dad!” You scold, eyebrows knitted in anger.

“Yeah, what are your intentions with my sister?” El mimics, arms crossed over her chest. Your head snaps to your little sister, eyes widening.

“Eleven!” You expect this from your dad, but he’s dragged her into this too?

Steve places a hand over yours, calming you instantly.

“It’s okay” He soothes, before staring directly at Hopper, hand still holding yours.

“Sir, I love your daughter.” He starts, causing you to look over at him in shock. You’d said it to each other before, but the declaration in front of your family surprised you. “All of my intentions are good, I can promise you that. My only goal in our relationship is to make her happy every chance I can get and I know how lucky I am to have her. I would never dream of hurting her and I know we haven’t really talked about it before, but I can’t imagine my future without her in it.” He finishes his speech, now looking at you.

Your eyes are full of tears, your face sporting a wide grin as you gaze at him in awe. You turn to your dad, surprised to see a wide smile on his face too. Glancing at El, her face mirrors his and they look at each other and nod.

He turns back to Steve, holding his hand out over the table. Steve looks at it in surprise, before composing himself and taking it in a firm grip.

“That was a test.” He says. “We wanted to make sure you were good enough for our girl. And now that we see that you are..” He trails off, letting go of his hand and looking down at El with a smile.

“Welcome to our family!” She exclaims, grinning.

Steve looks like he’s about to burst into tears as he looks at you, you squeezing his hand tightly as your expression mirrors his own. You know how much those four little words mean to him, what with his own family being so absent in his life. You turn to your family with a teary laugh.

“Thank you” Steve chokes out, covering his shaky voice with a cough.

Hopper nods with a knowing smile, before gesturing to the food.

“Well, we didn’t slave away in the kitchen all afternoon for this to go to waste. Eat up.” He jokes, nudging his shoulder against El’s. The table erupts into laughter as the four of you dig into your meals, your hand still clutched tightly in Steve’s own.

The remainder of the night is less awkward than the start. The conversation between the four of you flows easily and by the end of the night, you are all laughing together and sharing stories, your dad telling Steve your most embarrassing moments growing up, much to your dismay. Eleven had quickly warmed up to Steve and stayed glued to his side for most of the night, much to your delight.

When it was eventually time for Steve to bid goodnight to you all, your dad gave him an approving pat on the back and thanked him for looking after you when he couldn’t. As Steve made his way to the door, El wrapped him in a warm embrace, making him stumble before returning the embrace with a chuckle. You watched them with watery eyes and a wide smile, thankful that she felt so comfortable around him.

“I’ll walk you out.” You offer as El releases him, ruffling her hair as she walks back past you to join your dad in the living room. You grab a coat from the rack by the door, helping Steve with the many locks before following him out onto the porch.

Your eyes scan the surroundings out of habit before settling on your boyfriend’s glowing features once satisfied that it was safe. You grin at him, shuffling over to wrap your arms around his waist, nestling your head against his warm chest as his arms come up to cocoon you in his embrace. He sighs against your head, chest vibrating with a chuckle as he reaches up to cup your face in his warm hands, proceeding to litter every inch of your face with sloppy kisses.

“Thank you.” he begins, pulling back to smile lovingly at you. “Not just for tonight, but for everything. For choosing me to love and to bring into your family. You’ll never know how thankful I am.”

Your heart warms at his words, shaking your head and cupping his face in your colder hands. “It’s me who should be thanking you. Most people would not be able to handle all of this,” you say, gesturing to the empty space surrounding you and the cabin you call home. “But you don’t even bat an eyelid. And how sweet you were with El...I just-I really love you. So much.”

His smile widens at your words, repeating them back to you without hesitation. He leans in, relieved at finally being able to give you a proper kiss before he is cut off by a loud knock on the glass beside you. Your heads snap to the window and are met with the disapproving glares of your dad and sister, shaking their heads at Steve and waiting until he steps hurriedly back from you before lowering the curtain with matching smirks.

“I guess that’s my cue.” Steve chuckles, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “I’ll call you as soon as I’m home.”

You nod, ignoring the fact that your family is probably still watching and rushing over to give him a soft kiss. You smile sheepishly when you pull back for air, chuckling at the expression on Steve’s face. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. I’ll be waiting for your call, Stevie.”

He laughs, giving you a mock salute before making his way off of the porch and back towards his car, parked discreetly off to the side of the cabin. You wait until he is safely inside and driving away before heading back through the cabin door and bolting it again. You roll your eyes at the pointed look from your dad and join your sister on the couch, wrapping her into your embrace as your dad chooses a movie for you to watch. You loved your little family to pieces and it made you so happy to know that Steve was welcomed into it with open arms.

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ihatepeanutss · 4 months

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nobody’s daughter

steve harrington x hopper!reader / ex’s to lovers

tw: hurt/comfort. mentions of alcohol, vomiting and more vomiting. in love with steve I can’t do more. robin and steve being the best characters as always. scenarios based after the battle of the mall and the “death” of hopper.

let’s be honest... you weren’t able to forget every moment of your life, especially now, your ass sitting in a bar away from the town called Eddie’s Hideout, one of your friends used to work playing with his band. how could your body keep so much information?, you didn’t know how you had survived, not only the first time nor the last time.

it was your fourth round of tequila shots and several drinks, you wanted to forget everything, forget about the memories of Billy’s death, the nightmares you had, the pain in your chest just thinking that Max had been left completely alone and that as much as you and eleven had been left alone.

“i think it’s time to go home” the bartender, called tate, i watch you fall on the bar almost without being able to take your own weight on your body “do you have someone to call?”

that question broke you, you didn’t have anyone, Joyce couldn’t pick you up, much less eddie or nancy, Jonathan would be spending his last days with nancy...robin.

“robin, uhm, robin could come for me” you spoke dragging the words completely forgetting that robin was driving a second-hand bike and barely driving it correctly. when you dictated the number you didn’t exactly give his number, you gave that of steve harrington, better known as your ex-boyfriend.

for some reason the one who answered if it was Robin, who was staying at Steve’s house to accompany him since the battle of the shopping center had passed.

“hey, robin?, talk to the barista of the hideout... I have an older mini hopper here and I need them to come for her” the barista talked to the blonde making her get up from the guest room almost falling out of bed

“is she okay?” Robin walked with the big cable and the phone in his hand towards the worried room, he only received the obvious answer that you were very drunk and that you could hardly with your own body. “uhm, we will go there in 15 minutes maximum”

robin took his clothes and began to knock on the door of steve’s room forcefully until the tall boy with candy eyes appeared with scrambled hair, with a less swollen face and a scar on his cheekbone.

“robin, it’s two in the morning, now what?” Steve seemed annoyed, he had barely got the dream and when he was doing it Robin came to interrupt

“get dressed and let’s go to hideout” Robin spoke putting on his shirt and his red sneakers, looked for his glasses before turning to see steve again

“why?, i don’t feel like a night out for drinks robs” when steve was about to return to his room, Robin said your name and that you needed them, then don’t hesitate two seconds to take his shoes and his jacket to get to the door and take the keys to his car.

robin didn’t say anything on the trip, you could feel the anxiety of the two of you, you had sworn that you were fine, you just needed time alone to be able to mentalize everything you were going through, steve internally was very sorry for everything, especially if he had listened to you.

“here, i’ll go get her” robin spoke by taking off his belt before seeing steve do exactly the same thing as her, turn off the car and start unbuttoning his belt “what are you supposed to do?”

“what do i do? go with you, duh” he replied looking at the bar that he had gone a few times just to distract himself with robin or without her, he let out a sigh and thought of you. will you be okay?

as soon as they entered the bar they found everything, a couple at a table, a group of drunks on a corner and the bar almost empty but not the bar, you were with two shots in your hands taking them at the same time, I knew tate, I knew who tate was and I was in front of you taking out and drying glasses while I tried to talk to you.

“hey” steve greeted the barista while robin approached to see if you were missing any eyelashes or if you were fine, you were less because of the scar that the Russians had left on your forehead, an open wound. He did the same, with his heart in his hand watching you from his place.

you had a blue dress, his favorite color, your black boots, running makeup, implying that you had cried and gone through all your stages of drunkenness, you didn’t have a bag, you didn’t have anything, it was just you and that’s it.

“time to go home” Robin murmured to you looking at your three rounds of shots, you denied twice as you approached to hug her “it’s time to go home”

“i have no place to stay,” you replied by closing your eyes, “the cabin was destroyed and I don’t want to bother Joyce” and if it was true, you had nowhere to stay.

steve let out a sigh watching Robin help you get up to start walking staggering, in a curve to the door of the bar where you stopped as soon as you had reached the middle of the road to the car. I try not to touch you, or approach you I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

what you did feel was the vomit in your throat and you couldn’t help but vomit on the sidewalk, Robin was intolerant of vomiting and pushed away most of his body almost letting you fall making steve take his place, taking you by the sides off your hair away from your face, caressing your back and then taking off his jacket and putting it on your shoulders.

he didn’t avoid it and took you in his arms, giving the keys to Robin to open the back seat, Robin went up with you to the back seat to prevent you from being alone and Steve drove as fast as he could to his house.

you babbled a lot of things, Robin caressed your hair and saw your violet, green and scarred knuckles, he remembered when they saw you with your hand bleeding when trying to derive the metal wall to get steve out and be able to run from the Russian basements but you only hurt yourself.

“head up” Robin murmured taking your head to raise it gently, steve when parking, took his keys and approached you, watched Robin and was tired “i’ll go get a bottle of water for her”

they walked to the kitchen, he was with you in your arms and leaving you on the couch to start taking off your shoes, your legs had bruises but it was covered with your black socks.

“head up, cute” steve murmured seeing you almost fall on your own weight, before opening your mouth when Robin asked you to be able to give you water and hydrate “you can go to sleep if you want, i have it from here”

“i’ll look for something for-“ robin murmured taking the water bottle before seeing steve deny

“i’ll give him a t-shirt of mine, i just need you to help me open the door of my room and that’s it,” he asked again, carrying your arms again, your hands on his neck and his hands under your thighs.

robin looked at you on the couch and her heart became so small that she couldn’t feel it, she felt miserable with her life but... you? you had practically been orphaned, the only person I had seen for you since he met you had left

“claire called” you murmured as soon as steve sat you in his bed “i can’t stay at his house even in the apartment he has here and he doesn’t use” you laughed with your eyes closed “i just want to sleep and not wake up in days, she supposed to be my mom, not someone else, i’m not a niece, i’m her daughter.”

steve looked at your face and couldn’t help but smile again, he had never stopped thinking about you, even he was the one who refused to end the relationship but you insisted so much that he couldn’t fight, it had only been a week but there wasn’t a day that he didn’t pick up the phone to call Joyce and ask her how you were doing.

the only answer he had during that week had been “eddie said he doesn’t want to get out of bed”, everything remained the same in his bathroom, your side and his side, hopper never felt safe with anyone leaving his daughters alone, never but with Steve with him it was different just by seeing him take care of you when you were in danger.

steve took the makeup remover, a towel and walked towards you in silence, he didn’t need any more but if you wanted to talk, he would listen to you, take care of your face and gently remove the makeup before kissing your forehead and going back to his drawers to take out a t-shirt and small pants that you would have left here.

this was your last year before supposedly going to college but everything had changed, what are you supposed to do now?, I didn’t need to see you sunk again, not again, he saw you when both were just sad teenagers when your little sister passed away and she couldn’t afford to even leave you alone for more than a minute.

he gave you space to change and when he left he saw robin standing at the door of his room with a glass of water and a pill in his hand, aspirin for the headache, it was supposed to help with the hangover.

“you can go to sleep, robs, tomorrow you have to go to play at school” steve murmured and robin raised his shoulders

“i can ask sharon to replace me, i want to see how she is doing,” he murmured in response looking at the door ajar, steve denied before leaving what he had in his hands on his bedside table and I look at you on the edge of the bed before seeing him approach you and sit next to you.

she took a bucket from the guest bathroom and went back to her room to see you curled up on your side taking Robin’s hand while you spoke softly.

“when el came into my life i hated her and now i think i can’t live without her” you murmured on your pillow “i signed the notification to Joyce so that I can take her to Cali and if i can’t where to stay maybe i’ll go with them and share a room with John, i don’t know”

you voice was clear but at the same time broken and really dragged, you let out a sigh and yawned before going back to sleep without letting go of Robin’s hand.

“i- uhm, i’ll go to sleep” robin murmured kissing your cheek and leaving the room

your head hurt and you couldn’t regret it more than ever for having drunk in your entire life, you weren’t at home, that was obvious, the smell was so familiar, cozy and made you feel safe. it was a familiar smell, very masculine but at the same time comfortable

you looked around to find the place of steve’s bed, next to the door because you hated sleeping with your back to the door, with two pictures on his nightstand, one only where you were and another where you two were, with the faces glued together and you wearing the scoops hat today of steve on his head while steve was just smiling.

you took the aspirin and looked at steve’s side again, gently and correctly settled as if he had slept there, you took momentum and began to leave the room not without first drinking mouthwash to be able to look decent just a little.

“hey, good afternoon” robin was on the couch reading a magazine before you entered the living room and you will walk to the sofa and become a ball next to him “steve was for lunch, my treatment, and for a few more things”

you nodded softly before cuddling in your place “steve must be upset for having called them in the middle of the night”

“steve didn’t sleep all night or what was left just to see you sleep and avoid that while you were asleep you got into your own vomit” robin heard you laugh before hugging you by the shoulders “i made you breakfast but i don’t think you want to eat now”

you denied before reading with her or just sleep a little more on her shoulder until your headache goes down, taking advantage of how tall Robin was and curling up in her.

“i will go to help steve, have” robin support the cushion under your head before walking to steve and taking everything had in her hands, a box of pizza, better known to you as, hangover food, Chinese and Mexican food in bags before leaving them at the nearest table.

“y/n’s boxes are in my car, strangely there are not many and I think it’s because half of his things are here but it doesn’t matter” steve spoke softly approaching his car with robin before opening the trunk “joyce told me that she was genuinely surprised by the firm but because he didn’t want to leave but i hear them talk and told him that he would help Mike to travel to Cali because they currently they wouldn’t have a place to stay if they both stayed”

robin let out a sigh before helping steve all the boxes and leaving them in the hallway between the kitchen and the living room before looking at you curled up on the couch, showered and with wet hair but with the same pajamas.

“hey” you murmured when you saw steve approaching you to spread the pizza box “thank you” you smiled taking the box before seeing him sit next to you and just hug him tightly by the neck “i’m very sorry, i shouldn’t have finished in fact I didn’t want to finish with you but i had never felt so alone” you murmured over his ear letting out everything you felt, you opened your heart to steve and that’s what was worth it now.

steve nodded before kissing your cheeks and then placing your cheeks in his hands “it would have been much better if you were completely sincere to me and you had told me that you didn’t have things in control, being vulnerable is never wrong, in fact i think it’s the most normal thing in the world” steve whispered on your cheek leaving a kiss after sitting on his lap

when you sat down you couldn’t help but see the boxes in heaps behind you, that you knew they were yours not only because it was your letter or because there were random drawings of max and eleven in the boxes, but because there was a box called “the steve’s box” your box where you kept everything about steve just because you were hurt and angry with yourself.

“uhm, why? why are my boxes here?” you murmured to steve and he turned his face gently before raising his shoulders

“you’re moving in with me,” he reported watching Robin walk to the kitchen with two dishes and the bags in his arms. “you can unpack the boxes today or wait until tomorrow, i can help”

you closed your eyes before letting out a soft sigh and kissing steve’s cheek with a thank you and looking at your pizza.

“joyce says that you can come by tomorrow to say goodbye to the children before leaving for Cali,” you whisper before letting go to let you eat the whole pizza.

you ate, you saw your cameras, photos and your clothes, curled up on the couch looking at your books, about what else to leave eleven because you had given her several things that she had ever looked at.

you had done everything but you couldn’t help but think of your father. who, despite having had everything and at the same time nothing, did everything to give it to you. all this wasn’t fair, it didn’t seem fair to you

“have this” you murmured extending the cup of coffee to steve who was practically almost asleep on his side of the bed before watching you sit on the foot of the bed “thank you for going for me last night, I didn’t know where to go and I ended up at the bar”

“now you can come here” steve pat next to him drinking coffee before seeing you crawl to his side and resting your head on his shoulder “should I ask you again to be my girlfriend or...?”

you denied “i faithfully believe that when you finish for a week it doesn’t count” you laughed while kissing his cheek softly “thank you for making me feel like someone”

“for me you will always be my someone”

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eufezco · 2 years

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WE – Seeing your dad, Jim Hopper, for the first time after thinking he was gone forever.

Hopper!fem!reader x Steve Harrington

english isn't my first language

"Where's Steve?" You were so sorry to interrupt the conversation Robin and her crush were having, but you needed to find him. Robin's eyes opened wide and her hands stopped working on the peanut butter sandwich when she noticed how desperate you looked. If it wasn't because of that, she would've stabbed you with the knife covered in peanut butter right at that moment. Vicki was surprised to say the least thanks to your sudden interruption. "Robin!" You bit down your lower lip as you waited for her answer, starting to feel the metallic taste of blood coming right from where your teeth were sinking. Your friend shook her head, coming back to herself and looking to where she saw Steve for the last time. "He's–" Robin didn't get to finish because your eyes followed hers and you left quickly without saying anything else.

"We need to leave." Steve stopped folding the laundry when you appeared in front of him. "Shit, you're bleeding." Steve frowned, noticing the blood on your lower lip. You sucked on the tiny wound making it stop bleeding. "We need to leave." You repeated, grabbing his arm and starting to walk towards the door of the gym. Steve and Robin shared a look and Steve shrugged his shoulders to her, not knowing what was going on either. "Wait y/n, what happens?" He noticed that your hands were shaking yet your grip on his sweater sleeve was strong as he let you drag him out of there. "Please Steve, we need to leave. Now." You turned to look at him, Steve nodded once he saw your face. "I need you to tell me at least where are we going." You both got into his car, your legs bouncing non-stop and you playing with your own hands while Steve started the car. "You remember the cabin in which we used to live with El?" Steve nodded, not needing you to say anything else to start driving there.

The drive was silent, anything that involved you being quiet scared the shit out of Steve because you were always talking. He hoped nothing bad had happened. Once you got there, there were two cars already parked: the yellow pizza van, which you expected to be there because you knew El and the rest of your friends would be getting the cabin ready and one black car you didn't recognize. You almost jumped off Steve's car before he finished parking and he was forced to do the same to not leave you alone.

"Okay y/n, you need to tell me what's going–" You were so determined to go into the cabin that the only thing Steve could do was to follow you.

"Oh my god..." You mumbled as you stopped walking all of a sudden when you saw who was coming out of the house. Your eyes filled with tears as one of your hands went to cover your mouth in disbelief.

"Holy shit..." Steve said, both of his hands went to the back of his head. Also in disbelief.

You ran to your father's arm, hugging him and making him have to take a few steps backwards to not fall. Hopper smiled, his eyes also with tears. His big arms wrapped you up as his head rested on top of yours when you suddenly pushed him away. "Are you–? Is this–?" You squeezed his cheeks and ran your hands down his arms, Hopper nodded, the big smile never leaving his lips as he went to kiss your forehead. You were still in denial, eyes wide open and quickened breathing. You've dreamed so many times of being in between your dad's arms again that you needed to feel the warmth of his body and his arms around you to believe it. When Jonathan called the gym asking for you to get on the phone, you couldn't believe what you were hearing from him, resulting in you almost insulting your brother and hanging up the phone. But Jonathan wasn't a man of jokes. You didn't see Joyce coming out of the cabin to go and hug Steve because you were so lost sobbing in your dad's arms.

Steve couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. He understood at that moment why you were in such a hurry. Joyce came out of the house after Hopper and went immediately to hug him. Steve hugged the woman back, they could not hide how happy they were to see each other again. The last time they did, you were also a sobbing mess, not ready to leave for California, not ready to accept that your dad was gone, and not ready to separate from Steve.

"It's okay, baby. It's fine." Hopper made you separate from him to wipe your tears using his thumbs. "No! It's not okay, I thought– I thought you– I thought I lost you." You smacked his arms, hot tears still rolling down your cheeks. You went through a whole grief during these last eight months, thinking you'd never see him again, thinking he was gone forever. Out of Joyce and El, you were the most hopeless. "I thought I lost you too, baby." Hopper confessed, pulling you into another hug as you sobbed uncontrollably against his chest again. "But we are together again, and this time I'm not leaving." He let you hide in his arms for a couple of seconds more, caressing your back and kissing your head until you came down. Then, he cupped both of your cheeks and wiped your tears once more.

"You promise?"

Hopper nodded. You noticed his glossy eyes were focusing on someone else behind you so you turned to find who it was.

"Thank you, thank you so much." You went to hug Joyce, the woman hugging you back tightly and caressing your back. "There's nothing to thank, sweetheart."

"It's good to see you." Steve confessed, and Hopper showed him a little smile. Should Steve shake his hand? Should he–? It was too late because Hopper already pulled him into a hug. "Thank you for taking care of her." Steve hugged him as well as your dad patted your boyfriend's back. He shook his head. "I'd do it all again."

Hopper raised his eyebrows. "You mean, the part where I die too?"

"No! I–" Jim bursted out laughing. Steve did too out of nervousness, thinking that he had already screwed up. Their relationship before all the russian thing happened wasn't the best and you had not yet formalized your relationship at that time, but he caught you and Steve kissing once and that was when your dad didn't want to have anything to do with your boyfriend even before he was your boyfriend. Avoiding Steve when he was home, the door open three inches thing and only talking to him when it was strictly necessary. But he never hated Steve, he was just scared of you getting hurt. It was so comforting to see them hugging.

Steve threw one of his arms over your shoulder and pulled you closer to kiss your forehead, you closed your eyes and snuggled into the side of his body.

"Have you something to tell me?" Hopper looked at Steve by your side. You arched your eyebrows. "Have you something to tell me?" You pointed with your head at how your dad's arm hugged Joyce's waist, making the woman you were not afraid to call mom blush.

You realized that the rest of your friends were looking at the scene from the porch of the house with big smiles on their faces, especially El who did not waste a second more to approach you along with Jonathan and Will. You hugged the girl against your body while Steve hugged you. As you tried to relax, enjoying Steve's arm around you and getting your sister closer to you with your arm over her shoulders if possible, you noticed your dad's weight loss, not wanting to point it out because you could imagine the hell he had gone through. His mustache was also gone, so no more tickles in the good night kisses. And he was wearing a cap. Wow. A cap? You swore it was the first time in your whole life you saw him wearing a cap, and when he took it off, your mouth hung open. "Wow! Is this some type of Hopper family haircut? Should I go bald too?" Your hand went to ruffle El's shorthair and you all laughed.

This was your we. Two brothers that came out of nowhere but you loved as if you shared blood with them. A loving mom who loved you and took care of you as if you came out of her womb. The best boyfriend in the entire world who was everything you ever asked for. Your sister with whom you shared a feeling of mutual admiration for each other. And of course, your dad, that above everyone else, was your person.

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swiftieblyth · 1 month

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Y/N Hopper: Prologue

warnings- Stranger Things, Papa, Hawkins Lap, King!Steve, Hopper, dead sister, divorced parents, grieving, loss, powers

Let me know if I'm missing anything, I'm drawing a blank:(

Word count- 682

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1972

“Hey!” A six year old girl called, walking into her friend's backyard.

“Y/N/N-bear? What are you doing?” A six year old boy asked, sitting with his feet in the pool.

“Are your parents home?” The girl asked, sitting down next to him.

“No. You wanna hang out?”

“Steve, I gotta tell you something.”

“What is it?” Steve asked.

“I’m moving.”

“What? To where?”

“New York City.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. My dad says it will be good for us. But he said he would help me write to you.”

“So we can still be best friends?”

“Always.” The girl smiled, splashing him with water.

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1978

“It’s troll’s favorite food!” A big man yelled, running after a seven year old girl with two small pigtails, as a lady and the now twelve year old girl. “Princess!”

“No, Daddy!” The girl yelled, laughing. “No, Daddy!”

“Roasted princess,” the man called, as he lifted her up into the air. “With paprika and gravy!”

“No! No, Daddy. No, Daddy.”

The little girl stopped laughing and started breathing heavily. The family crowded around, worried. “Whoa, hey!” The man let out. “Hey. You alright?”

“Mom, what’s going on?” The twelve year old asked, grabbing her mothers hand.

“I don’t know Y/N.”

“Jim, what’s going on?” The lady asked. “What happening? What happened?”

“I don’t know.” The man responded. “I don’t know.” The man put her down as she started looking around. “Hey, you alright? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax, relax. Honey, honey. Honey, just breath. Breathe, breathe, breathe. In and out. Slow, slow, slow. In and out with me. In…and out.”

“I asked Mrs. Spencer what made the red and she said she didn’t know.” The man read, reading a book to his family, laying next to his youngest daughter in a hospital bed. “And for pity’s sake not to ask her any more questions. She said I must have asked her a thousand already. I suppose I had, too, but how are you gonna find things out if you don’t ask questions? And what does make roads red? ‘Well, I don’t know,’ said Matthew. It just makes me feel glad to be alive…it’s such an interesting world.”

“No!” A girl cried, grabbing a big man’s hand. “I wanna go with you!”

“Y/N/N, what about your mom?” The man asked, getting on his knees to be eye level with the twelve year old girl. “She can’t lose another kid.”

“No! I wanna go with you! She doesn’t care, she only cares about her new boyfriend that doesn’t remind her of Sara!”

“Hey, don’t say that.” The man said, wiping a tear from the girl's face.

“Daddy please? I wanna go with you! I wanna go back to Hawkins! I wanna see Steve again!”

“I know. I know.”

“Please, don’t make me stay with her! Don’t make me stay with him!”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

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The girl pounded on the door to a house as a twelve year old boy opened the door.

“Steve?” The girl asked, tears in her eyes.

“Y/N/N-bear?”

“Steve,” the girl let out, hugging him tight. “I missed you so much!”

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Steve asked, pulling away to see tears in her eyes and on her face.

“Steve, my dad and I moved back. Sara died, and uh… my parents got a divorce. I was able to come back with him. He’s at work now, but I just didn’t want to be alone.”

“Y/N/N, I’m home!” The man in his police chief uniform called walking into his house one night. “Y/N? Y/N, where are you?” He asked, looking around, looking for his daughter.

“And she’s not with you?” The man asked on the phone the next day.

“No. Why would she be with me? Are you sure she didn’t just spend the night at a friends?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I went home last and she wasn’t there. There was no sign of her, no note, no nothing! It’s not like her to just run away like that.”

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Teenage Dream

Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader

Word Count: 8,643

Warnings: Smut (if you are under 18, or not a fan of it, don’t read in between the ***. this fic is mostly plot, so skipping it won't make things confusing moving forward), Drunk Fingering (I don’t condone this, but they’re the same level of intoxicated, and there is enthusiastic consent given the circumstances), Mentions of past bad sexual encounter (not SA, not Steve), Steve's shitty Dad (allusions to abusive parenting, very brief), This is mostly very fluffy!

Summary: Y/N Harrington, née Hopper, is trying to navigate her life as a newly married woman. Telling the people she loves how Steve and her got drunk and married in Vegas, figuring out what their next steps are gonna be, and moving the Byers to California. Steve and Y/N decide to follow them on the drive to help them move, and Y/N finds herself caught between falling for her husband, and guarding her heart from him.

Author’s Note: This is Part 2 of Waking Up in Vegas! I got so much love for that fic I decided to make this, and there will be a third and final part titled Dark Horse, so stay tuned for that!

Also, I originally wrote the smut scene in one shot, then Tumblr decided to pull some bullshit and deleted it. I spent over an hour trying to get it back with no success, so I had to rewrite it. I hope you guys like it, I’ve never written smut before, and now I've done it twice.

Y/N Hopper always had a vision of what her wedding day would look like. She imagined her dad walking her down the aisle, tears clearly visible in his eyes, but he would deny their existence. She would wear a beautiful white dress, lace, maybe some tulle. A full bouquet of flowers and a long veil covering her face. She imagined the ceremony out somewhere in nature, with flowers both natural and store bought surrounding them. Everyone she loves all gathered together, and the groom would wait for her at the other end of the aisle. Y/N didn't know if he'd be crying too, or if he would have a big giddy smile on his face, maybe a mixture of both. His eyes were always filled with love when she thought about it. They would say their hand written vows, a love letter to each other, before they would say I Do. There would be a kiss, and he would dip her with such flare like it was straight out of the movies. Well, at least the last one came true.

The night Y/N Hopper, now Y/N Harrington, got married she barely remembered it. A drunken fiasco in Las Vegas. Steve was her husband now, by law. Apparently, the state of Nevada doesn't accept severe intoxication as a valid reason to null the marriage. The newlyweds spent the Sunday after the wedding trying to figure out what their next move was. They both decided to wait until they got back to Hawkins to tell people what happened. From there they were sure the news would spread around town.

Steve insisted on replacing the class ring with two gold bands. He said that if they were legally married they should look married, and Y/N agreed. She asked him why he wanted to, considering they'd divorce as quickly as they could when they got home. Steve got quiet then, until he said that despite being near black out drunk when he did it, he made a vow to her. He would be loyal to her until the divorce went through, and he wanted other people to know that too. Y/N was speechless, she thought he wouldn't want to be tied down to her. Y/N told him he was free do whatever he wanted, that just because they were technically married that didn't mean she wanted to be his ball and chain. Steve looked offended when she said it, and he told her to never refer to herself as that again. They were friends, best friends, she would never be a ball and chain to him. They were partners in crime now, until they signed the papers that said they weren't. After they bought the gold bands she kept his class ring on a chain around her neck, she didn't know why, maybe for sentimental value.

The return to Hawkins was a nightmare. Steve called everyone and had them meet at his house, his parents were out of town and he had the space. That's when they broke the news about what happened. Dustin was the most upset, he said he wanted to be Steve's best man at his wedding, and was sad that he wasn't invited. It took 15 minutes for him to calm down, and Steve told him that he would be his best man the next time he had a ceremony. It was interesting, how he said it. Not a new marriage, or a new wife... a new ceremony. Y/N didn't know what he meant by that, but she didn't question it.

Robin couldn't stop herself from laughing, she was in tears, absolutely hysterical. She wanted to know all of the dirty details, and Steve told her he'd talk to her in private later. Y/N liked Robin, she was a cool girl, but she couldn't help feel a bit threatened by her. Steve and her got very close very quickly, and she felt like she was being replaced. She never told Steve any of this, and she never will.

Nancy had walked out of the room after Y/N and Steve had first said they were married, Jonathan following closely behind. Steve had watched her leave, and it nearly tore Y/N to shreds. She didn't doubt Nancy was happy with Jonathan, but there was a part of her that believed that Nancy might have regretted breaking up with Steve. That maybe he was the right person, but it wasn't the right time. He was her first love, and that kind of love stays with you. Y/N had a feeling, a rotten feeling deep down inside her, that as soon as the divorce papers were finalized Steve would realize that he should be with Nancy. That it would light a fire under his ass and he would try to win her back. She would still be friends with him if that happened, but it would gut her to see them together again. It took while for Jonathan to convince Nancy to come back, so they could finished explaining what happened. She didn't look upset, but Nancy was always good under pressure.

Eleven, Mike, Lucas, and Max were the most confused out of everyone. They gave Steve a bit of shit for it, but were overall quiet throughout the conversation. Joyce on the other hand had a lot to say.

Joyce told everyone to leave before she sat down and lectured the newlyweds. How much of a responsibility marriage is, how it's not something you can do on a whim. Y/N could tell she was disappointed in them, even if she tried not to show it. It was the type of concern only a mother would have for her kids, and she was a mother figure to Y/N ever since the demogorgon first appeared in Hawkins. When Hopper died, she checked in with Y/N daily. She told her that she could move to California with the rest of the Byers family, but Y/N turned it down. She couldn't leave the little cabin she lived in with her dad. Now with the money she won from Vegas, she could finally fix it up. It's what her dad would have wanted. In the end, Joyce told her and Steve she loved them both and would be there for them every step of the way, whatever they decided.

Murray had only one thing to say, and Y/N still didn't understand what he meant. He said "I was right before, and I don't doubt I will be right again." Murray had always been cryptic, so Y/N didn't waist energy trying to figure it out. Once they all left for the evening, Steve asked Y/N to stay. His parents would be home from his father's business trip in a couple days, and he still had no idea what he was going to say to them. Y/N could tell Steve was terrified of talking to his dad, so she stayed the night. They came up with a plan, and it completely went to shit.

The day the Harringtons came home Y/N and Steve were in the living room waiting for them. The other Mr. and Mrs. Harrington were puzzled as to why Y/N was there, Steve had told them to sit down, and that's when hell broke loose.

"I'll pay for it." Mr. Harrington had said, voice cold and unnerving. Steve hadn't even opened his mouth to tell them what happened when his dad interrupted.

"I'm sorry, pay for what?" Y/N asked.

"The abortion. I'll pay for it. That's what this is about right? My idiot son knocked you up? There's no shot in hell you're keeping it, so I'll pay for it to get taken care of." He said it with no emotion in his voice, like he was talking about doing his taxes. Steve tightened his grip around Y/N's hand, he had been holding it ever since they heard the keys jingle in the door.

"First of all, if Y/N was pregnant that would be her choice. Not yours. Ever. Second of all, she's not. That's not what this is about." Steve said with barely contained anger.

"Thank god, the thought of you as a father would make all the hair on my head turn gray." Mr. Harrington said in relief. Now it was Y/N's turn to get angry.

"Steve would be an excellent father. Now, a year from now, or 10 plus years from now. You should see how he is with the kids, he's amazing with them. He always makes sure they're safe and happy, and they all adore him. I am so proud to see how much Steve has grown over the past few years, and you should be too." Y/N said, her voice strong and unwavering. Steve looked at her like she hung the moon for him, and his mother saw it. Then she noticed the rings on their fingers.

"What did you two do?" Mrs. Harrington said in shock. She pointed the rings to her husband, and the man became as pale as a ghost.

"We're married. It wasn't planned, and we're still figuring it all out, what to do next, but we both thought you should know." Steve said calmly. The silence was thick around them, before Mr. Harrington stood up and walked to the kitchen. He poured himself a three fingers of bourbon and swallowed it all in one gulp.

"Y/N you should leave, I need to speak with my son alone." He sounded angry, a quiet angry, dangerous angry.

"Anything you can say to him you can say to me. We're in this together." Y/N stood up in front of Steve, who was still sitting on the couch. She had fought monsters from a different dimension for three years now, this man didn't scare her in the slightest.

"Go Y/N." Steve said quietly. She turned around, a protest at the ready on her lips, before she saw the look on his face. He had a thousand yard stare, looking into the distance like he knew what was about to happen, and he didn't want her to see it.

"But Steve-"

"Go. It's alright. I'll.. I'll talk to you later okay?" Steve interrupted. His eyes on her now, begging her to listen to him. Y/N didn't want to leave, she wanted to be there for him, but Steve was shaking his head at her. His pretty lips were sucked between his teeth, he looked scared. Y/N saw Steve walk into so many fights, ones where he thought he could win, and ones he knew he would lose, but every time he had a brave face. Not this time.

"Listen to him girl. Go. This is a family matter." said Mr. Harrington.

"I am family now. I married your son." Mr. Harrington looked vicious after she said it. "But if Steve wants me to leave, I'll respect his wishes." She got on her knees in front of Steve, she placed the hand where the shiny gold band rested on her finger on his knee, and looked up at him.

"Are you sure?" She asked, voice soft and patient. Steve nodded, and with a sigh Y/N got up to leave. She told him to call her if he needed anything and went to drive home.

A few hours later Y/N heard a knock on the cabin door, or what was left of it. There was plain plywood covering all of the holes, but you could still get in and out with little issue. She opened the door to find Steve standing there, his face was red and blotchy but he looked alright otherwise. Y/N let him in and gave him a hug, and the pained gasp he let out when she squeezed him tight made her heart break. Steve told her he didn't want to talk about it, but Y/N had an idea about what happened. They had banana splits for dinner.

Steve stayed inside the damaged cabin for a few days, and Y/N did everything within her power to take care of him. When he asked why she was doing so much for him, she said that's what wives do. They take care of their husbands. Steve went quiet, but when Y/N sat down on the couch after trying to turn the new TV she bought on, he wrapped an arm around her, and kissed the side of her temple. They didn't talk about it, Y/N didn't want to pry and Steve didn't mention it. Things got better after that.

Steve and Robin got hired at the Hawkins Family Video, Steve came home to Y/N with a giant smile on his face. Y/N had hired a contractor to fix the cabin, and she was assisting the process. They both decided it was cause to celebrate, so they went out to dinner to Enzo's. Steve talked about how excited he was to work with Robin again, and Y/N bit down the jealousy that rose in her throat. She was happy for Steve, truly and honestly, but she couldn't help it. Y/N told him she was considering taking up the newly hired Chief Powell's offer for being a secretary at the station. He told her that with all of the recent events Hawkins, they could use the extra help. Y/N knew it was because they pitied her, but she was gonna take it anyway. Steve was overjoyed, and that night they went back to the cabin and shared a bottle of Merlot he swiped from his Mom's wine fridge. They both ended up passing out in Y/N's twin sized bed, but neither of them complained.

It was a couple of months into Steve and Y/N's marriage, and the idea of hiring a divorce lawyer kept getting pushed back.

"We'll call them next week." Steve had said at the beginning of August. It was October now. Joyce had bought a new house in California, and they all helped the Byers, plus Eleven, pack up the house. Y/N had asked her sister if she wanted to stay with her in Hawkins, but Eleven had simply said that she was her sister, not her Mama, and that was the end of that.

Y/N was going to follow them on the road to California, and Steve didn't hesitate to come with her. It took a lot of groveling, but Keith gave him the time off. So now they were sitting in Steve's burgundy BMW, on the I-40 heading to Lenora Hills.

Steve was behind the wheel, fingers tapping mindlessly to a random Queen song that was playing on the radio. Y/N had her feet on the dash, the window was down so she could feel the cool desert night air on her face. It was day two of the drive, and they'd been on the road all day following behind the Byers moving truck. They were somewhere in New Mexico, maybe Arizona, Y/N had stopped paying attention to the road signs back in Oklahoma.

That was until she saw a sign that read 500 miles to Las Vegas.

"Should we take a detour?" Steve asked, eyes filled with boyish humor as he looked where Y/N sat.

"Oh ha ha, very funny Stevie." Y/N groaned, fiddling with the gold band on her finger.

"Just a thought, what's the worst thing that could happen?" Steve replied. Y/N looked over to Steve and watched him as he drove, his eyes were half lidded with poorly hidden exhaustion, but he had a small smile on his face as he looked towards the endless road in front of him.

"Well, I don't think we could get drunk married twice. But who knows where another night getting sloshed in Vegas could lead, I might wind up pregnant." Y/N said before she could stop herself. Over the course of the past couple of months, neither Steve nor Y/N brought up what happened that night, when they both got back to the hotel room. Both of them assumed the other didn't remember, but they both knew. Y/N thought about that night often, she could never forget it. That night was burned into the back of her mind forever.

***

Steve couldn't stop touching her. His hands were everywhere, gripping, pulling, caressing every inch of Y/N's body as he kissed her. Y/N had her leg wrapped around his waist as she ran her fingers through his hair, it was just as soft as she thought it was. They were both in the elevator heading back to their hotel room, the duffle bag of winnings kept banging into Y/N's hip, but neither of them cared. Their drunken minds too preoccupied with each other than their surroundings.

Y/N could vaguely hear the chimes of the elevator going up each floor, but she could barely pay attention to it when Steve started trailing kisses down her neck. Every nerve in her body was singing, she could feel the stubble on his chin drag across the plains of her skin. He started sucking on her neck, and Y/N couldn't control the moan that left her throat.

"Steve." Y/N whined, and he only stopped leaving the mark on her throat to groan as she said his name.

"Say it again." Steve ordered, voice husky and slightly slurred. He bit down on curve of her neck, and Y/N felt her knees buckle.

"Steve!" She moaned, so loud she was sure everyone in the building could hear what they were doing.

"Fuck, don't stop." Steve pressed his leg in between Y/N's open thighs, and that's when she felt it. The length of his hard cock was pressed against her, straining against his black dress pants. She slid her hips against it, heat pooling deep inside of her.

"Steve, Steve, Steve." She chanted as she rubbed herself against him. Steve started kissing her again, it was sloppy, wet, filled with tongue and teeth. Y/N didn't want it to stop.

The doors of the elevator opened, and he didn't hesitate to drag her across the hallway to the door of their room. They kept switching places with each passing door, with either Steve shoving Y/N against the wall or her shoving him. When they finally got to the door Steve let out a groan.

"We, fuck, we.. we never found my key." Steve whined.

"I have... I have mine. It's, uh, it's in my purse." Y/N replied as she turned away from him to open the door.

"You're a fucking genius Y/N. A goddamn, miracle." Steve said as he wrapped his arms around her middle, pressing his chest against her back. Y/N struggled to open the door, her mind fuzzy with alcohol and the feeling of Steve's cock pressed against her ass. She finally got the door open, and he all but shoved her inside.

It was a bit of a blur then, she remembers Steve throwing the duffle bag somewhere on the couch, and Y/N complaining that she felt sweaty. That's when she remembered Steve filling the hot tub, Y/N was on her knees trying to take off his jacket. She slowly peeled off every layer of his clothing until he was left in his boxers and socks. Y/N could see the tent that formed inside his white Calvin's, a wet spot at the very tip. She wanted to lick it.

"Turn around baby." Steve instructed. Y/N followed his order and turned away from him, he slowly unzipped her dress and lifted it over her head, tossing it somewhere in the room. She turned back around and Steve started kissing her again. The tub was full then, and he slowly stepped inside, leading her to join him. She didn't stop kissing him once.

The tub was warm and bubbly, Y/N was straddling Steve's lap, her hips grinding against him. She didn't know if it was her that was moaning or him, but she didn't care either way. She just had to keep touching him. She felt like if she stopped touching him, Steve was going to disappear.

"Can, shit, can I?" Steve asked, his fingers flicking the band of Y/N's bra. She nodded and started kissing him again, but he stopped her.

"I-I need to hear you say it. Please baby, I need to hear it." Steve begged.

"Yes, please, Steve, please." Y/N whined, kissing him between every word. She could feel him smile through the kiss as he skillfully undid her bra. She felt the straps slowly fall down her shoulders, before it started to float away in the jets. Y/N pressed her bare chest against his, not once stopping the slow rhythm of her hips as she grinded against him.

Steve had one hand gripping her hip tightly, while the other moved up to touch her chest. Y/N could feel the smooth touch of his fingertips as they lightly dusted across her nipple. She couldn't control the full body shiver she let out, and she couldn't control the loud moan that left her lips when Steve lowered his mouth to lick it.

Y/N let her head fall back with a whine, wanton and desperate. She arched her back, and Steve planted wet kisses across both of her breasts.

"Y/N, f-fuck, please. Can I please touch you." Steve begged in her chest, his kisses trailing upwards again towards her neck. "I'm gonna make a mess in here if you keep movin' like that. Please baby, let me touch you. I'll make it sooo good for you, I promise Y/N. Just let me in." She could hardly think, she was hot, too hot. All she could feel was heat, inside her, around her, just so much heat.

"Yes, yes please. I don't care if it hurts, just touch me." Y/N pleaded.

The first and only time Y/N had sex was when she was 17. His name was Sean McLaughlin, a rookie cop at the Hawkins police department. He used to flirt with her when she'd visit her dad at the station, he was freshly 19. He asked her out on a couple dates, and she hid it from her dad, his boss. She lost her virginity in the back of his pick up truck out by Lover's Lake. It hurt at first, and didn't feel very good throughout, but he said that was normal for girls. And she believed him. It was a week later that Sean announced he was leaving Hawkins for Indianapolis, she never heard from him again.

"Hurts? What, uh, what are you talking about?" Steve asked, his kisses coming to a complete stop.

"It's supposed to hurt for girls, I- I know. It's okay, as long as it's you." Y/N replied. She looked down to see Steve staring at her, his half lidded eyes sad and angry. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, caging her to him.

"I don't know who the fuck told you that bullshit, but it's not supposed to hurt. It's supposed to feel good." Steve replied. Y/N didn't want to ruin the moment, so she rubbed her hips against Steve's length, hard, and swallowed the choked gasp that escaped his lips.

"Then show me Stevie, show me how it's meant to be." Y/N whispered in his ear, pulling the lobe in between her teeth.

Steve wasted zero time in pulling her white lace panties off of her. She could feel the delicate fabric slowly inch down, before she was forced to lift her hips out of the water. He struggled to get them off for a moment, and it made Y/N giggle watching his face warp in frustration, like her underwear personally offended him. Once they were finally free off of her body, Steve swung the damp fabric around his finger, a smug smile on his face. He pulled the string back like a sling shot, and launched it to the other side of the room. Before Y/N could complain, Steve brought his lips against hers. Her head was spinning, and all she could focus on was the feeling of Steve’s fingers trailing down her middle.

His touch was feather light as he ghosted her skin, she barely felt him grace the trimmed hairs between her legs. Y/N desperately wanted him to move quicker, press harder. She tried to grind against his hand, but the firm grip he had on her hip kept in her place. She was stuck, and had to be patient.

Steve's fingers were slow, moving with a purpose. She felt them tread lightly against her pussy, warm and wet from the bubbling water around her. She was whining, begging him to do something. He chuckled, and finally gave in. She felt him flip his wrist and cup her right where she wanted him, his palm pressing hard against her clit.

"Yes, yes, more, please, please, please." Y/N was babbling, desperate and shameless with her begging. Steve kept his hand there, gently moving it up and down against her.

"You want some more sweet girl?" Steve hummed, perfectly content with keeping his pace. He was driving Y/N crazy.

"Yes, God, Steve, more I-I need more." That's when she felt it, his long finger pushing inside of her. Steve's thumb was rubbing gentle circles on her clit, pumping the digit slowly in and out, in, and, out. Y/N tried to lift her hips up, slide up and down on his hand, but Steve's grip never faltered. She loved it, she hated, she needed him to get a move on.

"Fuck, Steve." She whined, Steve finally letting up on his grip as he pushed another finger inside her. Y/N began bounding on his hand, back arched and chest fully on display in front of his face. He left kisses everywhere he could touch, maintaining a steady rhythm with his fingers.

Everything was too much, too much and not enough. She could feel her tits bouncing with every thrust of her hips, moans and whines escaping from her mouth without her control. She had never felt like this before, sexy, reeling with pleasure. Y/N ran her fingers through Steve's hair, and pulled.

"Fuuck, that's it Y/N, good girl. Keep going, s-shit, you're squeezin' the life out of me." Steve groaned, his pace growing faster and faster, pumping in and out of her. He could feel how soft, warm, and wet she was, how incredible she looked in the throws of ecstasy. He was sucking on her neck, gripping her ass as she rode his hand. Y/N didn't think anything could ever feel this good, that was, until Steve curled his fingers and pressed on something so deep inside her it felt like she was about to explode.

"Yes! Steve, Steve, right there. Don't stop, please, right there, right there. Fuck, don't stop!" Screw the hotel, Y/N was moaning so loud surely all of Las Vegas could hear her. Something was building inside her. Her pussy was pulsing, throbbing, with every thrust of Steve's fingers. A molten heat was spreading thick in her veins. She was on the razor's edge of bliss, she just needed a little more, just a little more and she'd be there.

"You close sweet girl? Gonna cum for me? You're doing soo fucking good, baby. Please Y/N, fuck let me see it. I need to see it. Cum for me. Let me see my wife cum on her husband's fingers." Steve begged, his fingers maintaining the same mind melting rhythm inside of her. A few more thrusts and she was over the edge, waves of intense pleasure washing over her. She was cumming harder than she ever had before, it just went on and on and on as he worked her through it.

"There it is, perfect, fucking sublime. You look so gorgeous like this Y/N. Oh God, I could do this all day, every day, all fucking night. Watch you cum over and over again, I'd never get tired of it. So good, you did so good for me." Steve praised, pressing gentle kisses on her face. She never felt this good before, didn't think she'd ever feel this good again. It was so much, it filled her, consumed her whole. The waves trickled down as Steve slowed his fingers, Y/N's body collapsing into him.

She remembers Steve pulling his fingers out of her, and asking her something. She didn't remember what he said, but she did remember him softly chuckling to himself as he clumsily carried her out of the tub. His legs wobbly and unsteady as he grabbed a towel for her.

Steve got her dressed and tucked her into bed, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before he walked away. Y/N was barely conscious, but she would never forget watching him walk to the bathroom, sopping wet boxers clinging to his ass. She watched him slowly lower them onto the tile floor, before taking his cock in hand and finishing himself off. Y/N could see Steve's beautiful face through his reflection on the bathroom mirror, gorgeous chest and stomach on display, but not what laid underneath. She felt like a voyeur, watching Steve pleasure himself, but her drunken mind didn't care. She needed to see him cum, see what he looked like when he did.

After a few minutes she got her wish. Steve came into the palm of his own hand, his pretty pink lips in the shape of an 'o' as he did. He threw all of himself into it, head back, throat exposed, spine arched in bliss. Steve was vocal. Deep moans, whines and groans escaping his lips as he came.

It was rapturous, and Y/N passed out seconds later.

***

"Don't want to start on our six little Harringtons quite yet Y/N?" Steve jested as he drove. Y/N shook herself out of the fantasy, it wasn't the time nor place for a lustful stroll down memory lane.

"Please, I'm pretty sure we'd put your father in an early grave if I came home from this trip knocked up." She said with a note of relief. Y/N was grateful that their friendship hadn't been ruined, despite the colossal elephant in the room. Getting married was one thing, hooking up was something else entirely. You could write the marriage off as a drunken mistake, but the intimacy they shared in that tacky hotel room couldn't be, at least not for her.

Y/N wasn't naive, she knew Steve had experience. He had girlfriends, casual hook ups, a one night stand or more. It shouldn't bother her, didn't bother her, but it was different for Y/N. Her one experience was nothing compared to what she did with Steve. He took care of her, in more ways than one, and took nothing from her for himself. That night tilted Y/N's world on its axis, and the gravitational pull she felt for Steve only got stronger when her memories of that night returned to her. She feared that Steve was becoming her Sun, and she the lonely moon, basking in his light as she's drawn into him by a magnetic pull. Bit by bit Steve was placing himself as the center of her universe, but two celestial bodies don't make a solar system. She was just one fragment of Steve's life, and the thought ate away at her like an all consuming black hole.

"You're probably right. Wouldn't want to send my old man to meet his maker just yet, what a horrible tragedy that would be." Steve said, heavy sarcasm strung throughout. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of her situation. Here she was, driving to California with her legal husband Steve Harrington, joking around about having kids and his shitty dad. It made her miss her own father terribly, and suddenly she didn't feel like laughing anymore. She took her legs off the dash and put them in their rightful place on the car floor, all of the easy going feelings draining from her as she sunk her head into the leather headrest.

Steve noticed her quick change of mood, of course he did. He reached over and lightly grabbed the inside of her thigh, just above her knee, rubbing soft circles with his thumb. An innocent touch filled with affection, but Y/N couldn't stop the brief shiver that traveled down her spine. It was so similar to how it was that night.

"Your Dad would be proud of you, ya know." he consoled, "How good you are with El, your work at the station, all that jazz."

"You'd think he'd be proud of me for getting wasted and hitched in Vegas?" Y/N mused, turning her head to face Steve once again. His eyes quickly switched from her to the road, but even in the dark she could see the top of Steve's ear turn pink.

"I'm pretty sure your Dad would have kicked my ass. Shit, I'm almost positive if Mike wasn't 14 he would have knocked him around a bit, so there would be absolutely zero hope for me." Steve began, "You on the other hand? I think he'd just avoid the subject all together and pretend it didn't exist. Hopper didn't seem the type do well with awkward emotional stuff."

"You're certainly right about that one. He had to consult Joyce on anything that required sensitivity after Mom left." Y/N chuckled, "There was this one time, I was around El's age, and I had a massive crush on this boy." Steve whipped his head to face her, eyes scrunched and moody.

"Who?" He asked as he nearly drove the car into the oncoming traffic lane. He adjusted quickly, but Y/N was too busy laughing at him to notice. He sounded like a startled owl when he said it.

"Don't get pissy at me when I tell you." Y/N chastised, even though she knew he would.

"Christ, who was it?" Steve groaned. A part of her didn't want to tell him, but it wouldn't be fair to keep secrets from her legal husband.

"Jonathan Byers." Y/N stated, and it took everything within Steve to not slam his foot on the breaks.

"Jonathan?! Seriously Y/N?!" He complained.

"I told you not to get pissy at me when I told you." Y/N said as she rolled her eyes, knowing the theatrics Steve was about to bestow upon her.

"What is it about Jonathan fucking Byers that gets him all this attention. I mean Jesus Y/N, he was a year below you, how did you even notice him?" Steve tried to control the obvious jealousy in his voice, but he was clearly failing at it.

"Nancy was a year below you and you noticed her." Y/N had a point there, so Steve thought it would be best to keep his mouth shut. "Besides it was 8th grade, that's like ancient history."

"What did Hopper ask Joyce about?" Steve begrudgingly asked, too curious for his own damn good.

"Well as I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted." Steve rolled his eyes, but let her continue on with her story. "I had a huge crush on Jonathan. It all started when he complimented my Science Fair project on general relativity."

"Was that the one where you made outer space out of yarn? With the lead ball and magnets?" Y/N was surprised that he remembered it. The Science Fair was mandatory for all 7th and 8th graders, only of handful of kids got really into it. She spent weeks weaving her own version of the fabric of space, finding different balls with various sizes and weights to display how mass affects gravity. Only a couple of kids showed up to her display, but she didn't remember seeing Steve.

"Yea, how did you know?" Y/N asked, pausing her story once again.

"My display was across from yours. I had the really shitty baking soda volcano, it barely worked." Steve reminisced, "Anyway, continue on about how Jonathan Byers stole your heart over Einstein." He sounded a bit too jaded, but it was too late to dwell on it now.

"Well, he walked up to my display and asked me a bunch of questions on relativity. He was the first person, besides my Dad, who seemed to actually give a shit about what I had to say. It was instant butterflies." Y/N continued on, "I nursed this crush until Valentine's Day, I made him this really dumb card that said You Matter A Lot To Me with three cylinders, but instead of circle particles for each state of matter they were hearts." Hopper lost his mind with how much glitter she spilled on the living room carpet after she was finished with her card. It took weeks to get most of it out, but for years later she'd find a random speck of red glitter floating around as a reminder.

"Let me guess, he didn't like the card?" Steve would never understand it if he didn't, if she made him a card like that he'd put it on a frame on his nightstand till the end of time.

"No, I never gave it to him. I was about to put it in his locker when I saw him give Stacey Maloney a Valentine's Day card. My little 14 year old heart shattered, and I came crying home to Dad. He was completely clueless." Y/N giggled at the memory, "So he calls up Joyce, and after a brief argument of him asking why her son hurt his daughters feelings, he asked her what he should do. I don't know what she told him, but he took me out for ice cream and said I shouldn't cry over a dumb boy because he didn't like me. He tried to do this whole analogy thing about princes and ogres, but I think he got lost in the metaphor. It made me feel better though."

"And I'm assuming Jonathan was the ogre in that situation?" Steve snickered.

"Yea, he was. Does that make you feel better Stevie?" Y/N teased, amused by his thinly veiled annoyance.

"Oh yea, totally." Steve replied with a laugh, "I'm sure where ever Hopper is right now, he's glad you didn't accidentally marry an ogre."

"Does that make you the Prince then?" Meaning the words more seriously than they sounded. Steve looked over to her, a charming smile on his face.

"His excellency, Prince Harrington, at your service."

Steve and Y/N made it to Lenora Hills later than they thought. By the time they unloaded the moving truck it was past dark. Joyce thought the pull out couch she bought would have been delivered by the time they got there, but it never arrived. She felt horrible, apologizing ad nauseam to the two of them, but they didn't mind it. Steve reassured her that they would find a motel somewhere and help them finish unpacking in the morning, and after a few more I'm so sorry's, they were off on the search for a neon vacancy sign. They ended up finding a beachfront motel 30 minutes away that didn't look too bad. Steve took care of booking the room while Y/N dipped her toes into the ocean water.

She had never seen the ocean before, not in person. It was a deep rich navy blue, ripples of bright moonlight scattered across its surface. Y/N thought she could sit and stare at the open ocean for hours.

"I took care of the room, so we're all set there. I saw a convenience store a couple blocks back that looked open, if you want I could grab us something to snack on before bed." Steve said as stood beside her, Nike sneakers in hand.

"Can we eat on the beach? It's a pretty nice night, seems like a waste to stay inside." Y/N asked, eyes still facing the ocean waters. She didn't notice that Steve's eyes weren't focused on the picturesque scenery around them, they were locked on her as she stared at sea in wonder.

"For sure, sweet girl. Anything you want." Y/N felt the heat rush to her cheeks from the endearment, but before she could comment on it Steve handed her the room key and made his way to the car.

The motel room was simple in design, nothing like the room they shared in Vegas. The walls were light blue, cheap art of surf boards and seashells decorated the walls. There was a mini fridge, a small TV, and a circle table big enough for two next to the door. There was one queen sized bed in the center, and Y/N sighed to herself at the bizarre familiarity of it all. Steve had already carried their bags inside, and took the initiative of putting away their toiletries away in the bathroom.

She hopped in the shower to rinse off the sand and grime from a long day's drive, the warm water rejuvenating her skin. As she went through her routine her minded wandered to thoughts Steve, as she often did these days. The way he spoke to her, about her, throughout the trip was bittersweet. It was as if they were a real young married couple. When they stopped for gas she heard him ask the cashier if they had any Reese’s Cups in stock. He told the clerk that they were his wife’s favorite, and no Reese’s Pieces were not the same: “the Mrs. is very particular about her chocolate.”

He did that a lot, refer to her as his wife, refer to himself as her husband. She knew he took the vow seriously, as temporary as it would be, but every time he said it, the lines she so carefully drew in stone were whisked away like the sandy beach just outside their motel room door. Y/N battled with herself about whether or not she should tell him to stop. She wanted to tell him that every time he said it, she wished it were true. That they did everything right, fell in love, went steady, got married with all of their loved ones around them. It was a reminder that even though she had what she wanted, it wasn’t real. It was a drunken mistake, Steve would leave her the second the divorce papers were signed. The more he referred to her as his wife, the less she wanted to be known as his friend. Y/N didn’t think she could handle the heartbreak of losing the man of her dreams while she still had his last name. She never told Steve this, but a few weeks before they left for California she legally changed her name to Harrington. The new driver’s license sat heavy in her wallet, knowing she’d have to change it back eventually. Y/N told herself that it just made things easier until they could call a lawyer, but deep down she knew she wanted proof that on some level, she belonged to Steve, and he belonged to her.

“Y/N? You there?” Steve’s voice rang out through the small motel room.

“Finishing up in the shower Stevie, be right out!” Y/N wrapped her body with a towel and walked outside the bathroom. Steve was scavenging his duffle bag for the beach towel they packed, the six packs of beer and plastic bags filled with goodies he bought from the convenience store scattered around him. She casually waltzed over to her bag and grabbed a pair of jeans and the sweatshirt she stole from Steve after their Vegas trip, and went back to the bathroom to get changed.

"Did you pack the beach towel?" Steve asked after he dumped the contents of his duffle bag on the ground.

"It's in your black duffle bag at the bottom." Y/N shouted from the bathroom as she pulled her legs through her jeans, jumping a bit as she pulled the belt loops up. They were her favorite Levi's, and she shrunk them by accident at the laundromat. They still fit, but they hugged her hips and thighs tighter then normal.

"I just checked and it's not in there." Steve groaned, roughly shoving the stuff back in the bag.

"It's in your other black duffle, with the white seams, not black." Y/N was almost finished getting ready, all she needed to do was roughly blow dry her hair. Steve packed hers specifically, it was another thing she was particular about.

"It's not here." Steve said as he walked into the bathroom, hands on his hips and a grumpy look on his face. Y/N playfully rolled her eyes, Steve could be so dramatic at times. She didn't notice that the frustrated look disappeared as he checked out her ass in the jeans she wore, a pair that quickly became Steve's favorite.

"We put it in the back of the trunk remember? Pretty sure the miniature hospital kit you keep back there is blocking it." She giggled as she finished up with her hair. Steve quickly shot his eyes back up to her face, not wanting to get caught by his stare.

"I've had my ass kicked one too many times to not keep a first aid kit back there. Besides, with all the little buttheads we supervise you can never be too careful." Steve sounded slightly peeved, but there was no denying he would drop everything for those kids if they needed him. Steve walked outside the motel room in search for the duffle bag, and Y/N took inventory of all the stuff Steve bought. There were two six packs of Corona, chilled to the touch from the fridge, a couple of limes, a large bag of tortilla chips, a jar of spicy salsa, and two packs of Reese's cups. All of her favorite things. It scared her a bit, how much Steve knew her. It wasn't the same fear she felt when facing the demogorgon, demodogs, or Mind Flayer, it was the type of fear of being known so well by one person, despite trying so hard to keep yourself guarded.

"You were right, right there in the trunk. I swear I'd be lost without ya Y/N." Steve joked as he swung the large beach towel over his shoulder. Her heart warmed by his words, and she desperately wanted him to mean them the way she did.

"Sure, Stevie. Whatever you say." Y/N said with barely contained fondness.

The two of them made their way to the beach, the moon and stars the only sources of light on their path. Steve carefully laid out the towel and scattered their convenience store bounty on top. They both sat down and dug into their feast. Steve cut open a lime with the Swiss army knife he carried on his keychain, struggling a bit before finally releasing two wedges to put inside the bottles of Corona. They made a toast to a successful drive, and sat in a comfortable silence as they ate.

They cleared through both six packs, feeling a bit tipsy from the alcohol and light food in their stomachs. Steve was telling a story about the first and and last time he saw the ocean, before this trip together. It was his freshman year in high school, his parents were on one of their many business trips and made him come along. Normally Steve would stay home with a sitter, but his dad's business partner was bringing his daughter along and thought they could spend time together. Her name was Jenny Connors, and she was his first girlfriend.

"So Jenny and I spent the day at the beach. I wanted to go swim in the ocean but she wanted nothing to do with it. She said she didn't want to ruin her hair, or something. Which I get 'cause, well, it's me. I take great pride in my hair, but she wouldn't even let me go in the water 'cause she didn't want to be alone. I was so bummed out 'cause that was the one thing I was excited about that whole trip." Steve went on, "Dad said it was my job to make her happy, so I just did whatever she wanted. Took her on dates and shopping and shit, which is fine, but she didn't wanna do anything I brought up. We just never clicked ya know? Don't know why I wasted so much time with her." Steve took a long sip of this last beer, finishing the bottle off. His Adam's apple was bobbing up and down as he drank, Y/N was transfixed with the movement, before she forced herself to look away from him.

"Maybe because you were 15 and that's what 15 year olds do. They date." Y/N sounded slightly bitter, knowing she was the exception to the rule. She never wanted to casually date, there were hardly any boys that caught her eye. Her standards were impeccably high, and the one guy who did meet them was sitting right next to her, completely oblivious to her thoughts about him.

"Yea, I guess. Back then it was just something I thought you were supposed to do, I didn't take it seriously. But, I don't know... Never mind it's stupid." Steve mumbled.

"No, come on tell me." Y/N began, "I promise I won't think it's stupid." Steve laid down on the beach towel, eyes staring up into the sky. She laid down next to him, but couldn't help but stare at his face as he spoke.

"I always kinda imagined myself as a puzzle ya know? Like, there were a bunch of pieces of me that slowly got put together over time, and I knew there was always gonna be missing pieces if I didn't find them." Steve continued, "Like, the missing pieces weren't a part of me exactly, they were from other people. I found one when I started hanging around Dustin, and because of so many fucked up circumstances he wiggled his way into my puzzle. The little twerp is like a brother to me, and I can't imagine my life without him. Hell, each of the kids are puzzle pieces, and I know my future kids will be pieces too. There are more important pieces too, like you."

"Me?" Y/N breathed, heart pounding in her chest.

"Yea, of course. You're like, easily my favorite person Y/N. You're my best friend, but don't tell Robin or Dustin that, they'll flip." Steve chuckled, "But yea, you're a huge puzzle piece. You help make me a more complete puzzle."

Y/N was speechless. She had no idea she meant so much to him. It pained her a bit to listen to him refer to her as his best friend, despite it being true. He was her best friend too, but unlike Steve, she wanted to be so much more than that.

"You're a missing puzzle piece for me too, Stevie." It was the only thing Y/N thought to say without giving herself away. She leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, pushing past her sandy boundaries once again, and sat up on the blanket.

"It's getting late, we should head back." Y/N said as she tried to stand up, but Steve stopped her.

"Can we do something kind of stupid before we go to bed?" Steve asked as he held onto the sleeve of his old sweatshirt.

"What?" Y/N questioned with a tilt to her head.

"Can we just act like dumb kids for a bit? Go night swimming, stuff our faces with the candy I bought, and I don't know, build a pillow fort in the motel room or something? I just think... I think we had to grow up really fast. I just want hit pause for tonight, just for us." Y/N couldn't help but giggle at his odd request, but in that moment she thought there was nothing else in the world she wanted to do more. She could spend the rest of her life doing exactly that, hit pause on life so they could enjoy each other for awhile. It sounded like a dream.

"Yea Stevie, I'd love too."

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hi libby! happy valentines 🫶 requesting #6 "i love you more than i did yesterday” with steve for your vday celebration

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Word Count: ~0.6k. Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader

Requested by @sunlitide !

Steve Harrington loves you.

He might be buzzed, but he knows it to be true.

After finally defeating Vecna, Joyce and your dad Hopper eloped on a whim. You had spent the past three months planning a belated reception. It’s an intimate affair, only the closest family and friends invited.

Steve made the mental decision to tell you he loves you tonight, at the reception. It’s a romantic setting, with the banquet hall covered in twinkle lights and heart-shaped balloons.

He’s had a bit too much to drink and the music is loud and you’re on the dance floor with Robin and Max, spinning the younger girls’ wheelchair in circles at her request. You’re laughing and having fun and goddamn, you look stunning. Nearly ethereal, like a dream come true.

And Steve can’t stop himself. He puts down his beer and he marches toward you, clammy palms shoved in his pockets.

I’m telling them tonight, he thinks. I'm telling them right now! No more waiting.

You notice him walking your way. You grin and meet him halfway across the dance floor.

“Hey, handsome!” you say. He melts at the way you straighten his necktie. “Wanna dance?”

“I have to tell you something!” he blurts out.

Your brows furrow, and he inwardly groans. When he says it like that, it sounds like bad news.

“It’s not bad news!” he adds. He’s overcorrecting, and you look even more confused.

“Steve, are you okay?” you ask. “You look peakish.”

He sucks in a breath and says it: “I love you, Y/N.”

At the precise moment he drops the bombshell, the song changes from an upbeat pop song to a softer ballad. His confession has been heard by all the attendees.

From somewhere in the crowd, Dustin shouts, “Go Steve! Get your Suzie!”

Steve blushes, a furious shade of pink spreading across his cheekbones.

Thankfully, you aren’t embarrassed by Steve’s public declaration. On the contrary, your face shines with a smile.

“You love me?” you say. “Really?”

“Are you kidding me?” Steve says. “Y/N, you’re amazing. Every time I see you, my day is instantly better. You’re funny, you’re kind, you’re so much smarter than me. You’re so hot, it’s ridiculous.”

“Oh my god, Steve,” you say with a nervous laugh, hiding your face in your hands. “My dad is, like, right there.”

Sure enough, Hopper glares at Steve from across the dance floor. Joyce, on the other hand, looks thrilled.

“Sorry, sorry,” Steve says. But he can’t wipe the lovesick grin off his face. He holds your hands in his and squeezes them once, twice, three times. “But it’s all true. I love you more than I did yesterday. And I’ll love you more tomorrow, and a tiny bit more each day after that.”

Steve wonders if he’s massively messed up when your face screws up and tears gather in your eyes. Thankfully, you don’t sob and run off, horrified at his sentiments. Instead, you grab him by the necktie and pull him in for a passionate kiss.

“Whoa-oah!” Lucas catcalls. The rest of the guests whoop and cheer—except your dad, who looks like he wants to murder Steve with a salad fork.

When the two of you pull away, you say, “If the kiss wasn’t proof enough, I love you too. A lot.”

Steve beams brighter, and you lean in to kiss again, before you’re interrupted by the bouquet toss.

Joyce’s bunch of peonies, roses, and baby’s breath sails through the air and whacks you on the clavicle, before falling into your arms.

Robin races over to you and Steve and slings an arm around each of you.

“You know what that means, don’t you?” she says, a smirk on her lips. “You two are next to—”

“NOPE!” Hopper says loudly, snatching the bouquet out of your arms. “No weddings allowed. Not until you’re 30.”

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unbreakable

pairing: steve harrington x hopper!oc

summary: Kate Hopper's life hadn't ever been easy. Ever since her little sister had fallen ill so many years ago, it seemed her life had only continued to grow harder and harder. When her life had been uprooted from New York City to Hawkins, Indiana, the town her father had grown up in, she made the best of it and became even closer with her childhood best friend. About four years later, when a local boy goes missing, Kate's life changes forever, changing everything she thought she knew.

warnings: language, canon-typical violence, previous minor character death, sibling loss, parental issues, mentions of sex, alcohol, drug use, Steve is a bad friend sometimes, Steve generally being an asshole, implied voyeurism, homophobia/use of homophobic slurs, bullying in general, ridiculously slow burn, king steve, allusions to abuse, suicidal thoughts if you squint

word count: 56.8k

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PART ONE: November 6th and 7th, 1983 one: steven and kathy two: a day in the life of kate hopper three: open wound four: modern love

PART TWO: November 8th, 1983 five: the creep six: the party

PART THREE: November 9th, 1983 seven: the aftermath eight: photographs nine: and then there were three

PART FOUR: November 10th, 1983 ten: the lights eleven: the consultation

PART FIVE: November 11th, 1983 twelve: funeral for a friend thirteen: sar-bear fourteen: the hunt

PART SIX: November 12th, 1983 fifteen: drunk, stoned, and stupid sixteen: all the wrong moves

PART SEVEN: November 12th, 1983 seventeen: repentance eighteen: reunited nineteen: the bath

PART EIGHT: November 12th, 1983 twenty: the demogorgon twenty-one: heartbreaker

EPILOGUE: December 24th, 1983 twenty-two: war is over

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Dating Steve Harrington and Being Hopper’s Daughter

headcanons

summary: what it’s like to date steve and be jim hopper’s daughter

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (hopper!reader)

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcoholism, character death, mentions of grieving

note: this wasn’t requested i just really wanted to do one of these with a hopper!reader. this has no stranger things 4 spoilers and it’s mainly set in seasons 2 and 3 :)

You and Steve went to school together. While you may have been in the same grade, you may as well have been in totally different high schools. Your social standings couldn’t have been farther apart.

In fact, you didn’t really meet Steve until things started going bad in Hawkins for the second time.

You basically ran the household for years before your dad brought El home. After that, he begins to fix his behavior. He drinks less and he tries to be home with the two of you more.

While you appreciate his development, you can’t help but have a lingering feeling of resentment for the way he treated you growing up.

Hopper was never a bad father. In fact, when he was sober, he was the best. He wasn’t a mean drunk, either. He was just sloppy and lazy and nothing like how he was with El.

You loved your new sister, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous of the relationship she had with your father. They were watching Miami Vice on Fridays, having breakfast together, having movie nights, etc, while you spent most of your childhood cleaning up beer cans and trying to fend for yourself.

Hopper really tries to make it up to you. He feels awful about his past behavior. You can’t help but sympathize with him a bit.

Between you bringing Steve home and El bringing Mike home, Hopper is losing his mind. The three inches rule is firmly set in place the minute Steve Harrington walks through his front door.

Your dad secretly really likes Steve. He’d never admit it because that ruins the whole intimidating father shtick he’s got going on but he’s really glad that you found someone sweet like Steve.

Steve, on the other hand, is scared shitless by Hopper. Literally, he’s terrified and there’s no way to comfort him.

One time, Hopper came home earlier than you thought and caught you and Steve making out in your bed, both of your shirts discarded somewhere around your room. Steve wouldn’t come back over for weeks.

He was fully convinced he was gonna die that night.

Eleven loves Steve !! They have a very cute sibling-ish relationship going on.

Sometimes, Steve is invited to family movie nights, which he finds a little bit of solace in, knowing that maybe your dad doesn’t completely hate him.

Steve likes to take you (and sometimes El) on late night drives. He always lets you and El pick the music.

Sometimes, you’re able to sneak El out of the house without your dad finding out.

You, Max, and El spend a lot of weekends at the mall, getting free ice cream courtesy of your lovely boyfriend.

(Of course you’re careful and make sure El is safe the whole time you’re there)

When your dad dies, you and El find a lot of comfort in each other.

You eventually agree to let Joyce take El to California while you stay in Hawkins with Steve, repairing your dad’s cabin.

Letting El go was one of the hardest decisions you’ve had to make but you knew your dad would be glad that she was safe and away from Hawkins.

You also couldn’t really support her, being barely lt out of high school, so you knew it would be best.

Steve comforts you and let’s you cry to him whenever you miss your family. It would really be unbearable to stay in Hawkins without him.

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we-out-here-simping · 8 months

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tara's fic masterlist

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PROMISE (gn!reader)

summary: you escaped the lab in 1980 at the age of fourteen and after getting sort of adopted and then fully adopted by hopper along with eleven. and now it's the year of our lord, 1985, the lab still haunts you but you live a somewhat peaceful life with your newly acquired boyfriend. things get a little strange.

LIVING FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL (desi!fem!reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Summary: a two-parter where your cousin was getting married to a guy in Hawkins, Indiana. While the idea of searching for Bollywood movies in a mostly white town seemed like a fruitless endeavour, you were bored— so, you set foot in family video where you meet Steve Harrington. The cute boy and you quickly become friends. Steve realises that he was falling for you but he also realises that you were only going to be in Hawkins for a few weeks.

WASTING TIME (gn!reader)

summary: its 1986, and given everything that's happening in your town, Steve ends up pushing you away.

YOU, ME, LONELY (fem!reader)

summary: you love steve and steve loves you, but maybe you both wants different things from life

WE'RE WANDERERS, THE LOT OF US. (desi!fem!reader)

Summary: Steve's best friends convince him to travel to a country they know almost next to nothing about for a vacation. so, with clothes in a suitcase, emotional baggage in the carry on and most of the money in their wallet from Steve's dad's earnings and Eddie's recent gig, they fly to India. it is there that Steve keeps bumping into a girl who looks like she has a personal raincloud following her at all times.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #steve harrington x reader angst #steve harrington x reader fluff #stranger things 4 #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x hopper!reader #desi!reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x desi!reader

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damn-stark · 2 years

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Ch.18 Comin’ home baby

Chapter 18 of Strange

A/N- I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS GOING TO BE THE LAST CHAPTER FOR A WHILE!!! I do plan on adding other scenes that didn’t make it in the chapters! Thank you to everyone for all the love!! ILY

Warning- ANGST!!!!, swearing, FLUFF!!!, talks of death and Injury, LONG CHAPTER.

Pairing- Steve Harrington x Hopper!fem-reader

Episode- 4x09

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To, Y/N,

This letter might be a little strange, mostly because you’re not expecting it. But I needed to write one for you too because there’s things you need to know, and it’s hard for me to really say what I feel when it comes to expressing myself in an emotional way. So, you get this.

Now, I know we aren’t best friends or anything, but I appreciate you, y/n. Truth is you and Eleven are like the sisters I never had—

A shaky breath leaves past your lips and tears sting your eyes. You swallow thickly to try and get rid of the lump formed in your throat, and avert your eyes from Max’s letter to avoid crying and staining the paper with your tears.

“Hey,” Steve interjects from his seat. “I thought you weren’t allowed to read that.”

You sigh deeply and look back at the letter to respond to Steve. “Well, it seems fit—”

“But she’s not gone,” he interrupts you.

Max’s survival still baffles you; sure it’s been only a few minutes since you left her in an ambulance with Lucas and Erica so Steve and you could find the others in Jason’s car, but the how behind her survival is all you can think about it—You are glad she’s alive; she might’ve not woken up after her heart began to beat again, but you’re happy that she came back to life.

“No,” you mutter. “But I couldn’t wait, okay? I had it with me so I had to read it. Besides, reading it distracts me from my worry. The anxiety is making me nauseous.”

Steve sighs and nods. “I get what you mean, but I’m sure Eddie and Dustin are okay. I mean…they got to be.”

You lose yourself in a blank space in the letter to think of Dustin and Eddie. More so, that vision that Vecna showed you—it didn’t look good at all, sure there’s a possibility it might not be real, but you found Steve and the other two in the same way Vecna showed you in that vision, so there's some truth behind Eddie’s vision, and that scares you.

No matter if your friendship only just started, this adventure connected you. It connected all of you. Knowing that any of the people you’re fighting alongside with are in danger, or on the brink of death is just as upsetting.

“Are you sure you’re okay driving?” You ask Steve so you can distract yourself away from the letter and your current concern. “I can drive the rest of the way there.” You look over at him and he shakes his head and briefly meets your gaze since he has to keep his eyes on the road.

“Nah, we’re close, besides you must be tired, I’m okay. You can finish the letter.”

You sigh and drop your eyes back on the letter. “It’s actually very hard reading it, since she’s there unconscious and I’m here.”

“In a car?” Steve tries to be lighthearted.

You sigh and find no amusement behind his comment. “Conscious.” You deadpan.

Steve’s eyes flicker over to you and when he sees how sad you truly are, he sighs and reaches to grab your hand. “Come here,” he mumbles. And without needing an explanation you drag yourself as close as you could be to him so you can let him wrap his arm around your shoulders, and you could rest your head on his shoulder.

“She’s going to wake up okay? Her mind was probably just exhausted.” He presses a kiss on the top of your head and focuses back on the road to continue comforting you. “I’m sure by tomorrow morning she’s going to be awake and mean mugging us.”

You scoff in amusement and even if you were full of doubt, you nod since he could be right. You want him to be right anyway. “Yeah, you’re right.” You say and look over at him to smile. “Do you think I can spend the night at your place today? Or should I get my things and have a girls night with my girl?”

Steve's eyes narrow and he immediately turns that down. “No, you can stay with me. You’re staying with me. I don’t have a lot of time with you anymore, I’m not letting you go any time soon.”

You smile and snuggle your head on his shoulder and yawn. “I am pretty tired.”

“We’ll go home soon, okay?” He says “I mean…if my house is still standing that is….” He pauses and his hand stiffens. “You think my parents are okay?”

You look up at him and want to assure him that they are, but you didn’t know that answer to that. The earthquake that happened as the gate opened most likely left the town in chaos. You haven’t seen most of anything since the Creel house is close to the mobile home park and surrounded by woods, but all that you have seen while on your way to the Creel house is ambulances and police cars. It’s not hard to gather why they’re so panicked and busy all of a sudden.

“I hope so,” you try to assure him the best way you can. “I don’t think the gate cut through where you live.”

Steve exhales deeply and nods. “I hope so.” He swallows thickly and leaves the car silent for a little while before he finds himself breaking that short silence. “Are you going to finish reading that letter? I mean you already started it so you might as well finish the thing.”

You scoff and lift the letter in front of you again. “I won’t read it out loud,” you add. “It’s a personal letter.”

“Then I won’t show you mine.”

You shift your head and narrow your eyes on him. “What?” You scoff. “Come on,” you whine.

“Read me yours and I’ll read you mine.” He puts out with smugness. “I know you’re curious.”

You clench your jaw and huff out before you drop your head back on his shoulder and begin reading the rest of the letter out loud.

“…It felt nice having a big sister. A older sibling in general who actually taught me things, who had patience and did stupid bonding stuff with me, instead of yelling at me and avoiding me. So thanks.

And if you have to know, sometimes I did wish Billy and you would somehow get back together. I know he was an asshole, but it would’ve been an excuse to actually see you. To have someone decent around and not have some ditz hanging around him. At least then he would’ve been tolerable.

But I’m glad you didn’t end up lasting long. You deserved a lot better, so maybe Steve and you aren’t that gross together. But that doesn’t mean that we aren’t disgusted by you guys being all lovey dovey all the time.

And if Steve ever does hurt you just punch him in the face, I’m sure you can beat him in a fight too.”

You scoff in amusement and can’t help but let your tears run down your cheeks while your smile widens.

“With that said. Thank you for checking up on me after you left, y/n. I might’ve not sounded like I appreciated it, but I did, so thank you.

By the way, I think you’re cool. Your taste in music isn’t bad. Your skating could use help, but you’re cool. If I somehow end up living, maybe you can teach me how to ride a motorcycle!

From, Max.”

You lower the letter and pull away from Steve to wipe the tears off your face.

Max is alive, but reading her letter and knowing how she was , made that guilt grow tenfold. Now, there was a small part of you that wishes that you would’ve stayed behind to be the bait instead of Max.

“I should’ve waited,” you mutter to try and be lighthearted.

“Told ya so,” Steve quips.

You exhale deeply and fold the letter to put it back in one of the pockets in your vest, to then look out the front window and watch the road and the passing cars in a comfortable yet tense anxious silence. When you drift your eyes up the window you notice that the stars were covered by clouds of smoke that made the night here even darker. You try not to, but when you look out at the woods you were driving by, you can’t help but feel that chill again. That same cold chill you felt in The Upside Down that made you think something bad lurked in every corner.

The gates were closed now and this wasn’t the Upside Down, but that fear still clung onto you and made you tense, and has you traumatized. So much so that when Steve suddenly hit the brakes you let out a yelp and dug your nails in his hand while you clung your other hand into the armrest beside you.

“Ow,” he murmurs, but doesn’t focus long on what you did since he quickly parks on the side of the road to point back. “The RV, that was the RV!”

You let go of Steve’s arm and look back to see just that making a U-turn to park behind you.

As soon as it stops, you unbuckle yourself and throw the door open to climb out of the car and race towards the RV. Steve quickly gets ahead of you, and only picks up his pace more when he sees Dustin climb out of the RV.

“Henderson!” Steve exclaims.

Yet, Dustin doesn’t return the same energy, he offers Steve a smile, but it’s faint; he doesn’t even meet Steve halfway like you thought he would, he leaves Steve hanging. He actually looked upset, but you can’t tell why he was so gloomy right away. You know that even if he was tired he would’ve reacted the same way as soon as he saw Steve, but not this time.

And when you got closer to him, when you noticed how red and puffy his eyes were, and when failed to see his partner following him, you began to piece together why he looked so glum.

You hoped that you were just panicking, that the guilt and your fear were just getting the best of you—he was probably still inside, he wouldn’t run out to greet Steve and you. But when you reached Dustin, when he looked at Steve and you with tears gleaming his eyes, and a trembling frown, that hope, that delusion quickly began to crack.

It wasn’t until Robin walked out to the last step of the RV with a familiar look in her eyes, that all that hope you tried to hold onto completely broke away. After all, you knew that look, that heartbroken, pained, guilty, and knowing look. It was the same look Joyce gave you after Hopper didn’t walk out of the mall with her, the look that spoke the truth words couldn’t. Perhaps this time, you didn’t feel that same pain as that day, but it wasn’t easy this time around either.

Eddie was a friend. New, perhaps, mysterious due to the fact that you barely got to know him, but he was still a friend due to the circumstances you faced together. Knowing that he didn’t make it was a punch to the gut. Now the guilt you held intensified and punctured your heart, making that heartache much more insufferable.

“Eddie,” Dustin’s voice quivers even though you saw how he was trying to remain strong. “He tried to help me. H-he didn’t run and…got swarmed by bats…” he pauses and swallows thickly. “He…he didn’t…make it.”

Steve and you look at each other as you process the news you piece together, and because you saw how much Eddie meant to Dustin, is why it made it hard to come up with something comforting to say. Truthfully there was nothing you could really say that would make his pain hurt less. All you could offer him was an embrace in hopes that the gesture was enough to let him know you were both here for him.

Which, matter of fact, right as Steve and you secured Dustin in your arms, that strength he tried so hard to project crumbled and he broke down into a sob as he held onto Steve and you. It made you hug onto him tighter while you pressed your cheek against his head as a form of comfort. You didn’t want to but you had to cry with him.

After a while passed, you were the first one to let go while Steve stayed with him for a longer time. He only let go when Dustin was ready and grew too tired of standing on his feet.

When Dustin did break away is when he shared that he had hurt his leg, and that they couldn’t pull Eddie’s body out from the Upside Down so he had to leave him behind. Besides that, Dustin didn’t share much of anything else anymore, either from exhaustion or just grief and sadness, but he stayed quiet. Everyone did.

After that there was nothing else to do but go home.

The further you drove into the town though, the more destruction you saw; some houses were split in half, some were broken in different ways, streets were cracked, some telephone lines were down, the electricity flickered and the ambulance, police and firefighters all swarmed around every street. Their cars' cries sang for hours on end, the clamoring from people even traveled inside Steve’s house when you got home.

Besides what you were dealing with already, all the chaos that was happening outside made it hard to fall asleep, and only came when your body and mind couldn’t stand being awake a moment longer and knocked you out instead.

Or so you thought.

“I forgive you, you know that dad,” you swallow thickly and muster a wobbly smile. “I was scared I’d never see either of you again today, I can’t go on not telling you. I’m sorry for being so mean, I’m sorry for being such a bad daughter.” You cry and he quickly hugs you tightly.

“Don’t cry,” he says softly by your ear and tightens his embrace. “It’s okay.” He rubs your back and moves one of his arms behind your neck and keeps tightening his hold until it gets hard to breathe.

“Dad,” you groan and pat his back. “Daddy, I can’t…I can’t breathe.”

“I left you because I never truly loved you,” he begins to reveal bluntly. “It was a lot easier without you here. Eleven and I were happier.”

You begin to squirm around in his hold and begin to hit his back while you try to catch at least a small amount of air.

“You are the curse that broke my family apart. Your mother and I were doing fine until you came along. You ruined everything.”

He never said this. This isn’t true. He’d never say any of it. This is…this is fake, it’s all fake. Just a bad dream.

“First Sara, your mother, and me…”

No. No.

“Now Max and Eddie.”

With the strength you can muster you knee his groin and manage to make him loosen his hold enough to be able to push him away. But the moment you’re away from him and gasping for air, you glance up and instantly feel your breath hitch as you see that half of his body is burnt and the other half is covered in bruises and blood; he looks exactly the same he did in that vision Vecna showed you of his dead body.

“You did this to me!” He shouts. Only it’s not his voice, but Vecna’s. “You! You’re pathetic. You’re just a stupid accident that was never meant to be born! Your mother should’ve never had you.”

He begins to storm over to you and you quickly begin to back away. Yet, before you can get far, a slimy vine wraps around your throat. You try to scream, but it tightens its hold and cuts off the breath you were going to take and yanks you back to the ground.

Except, instead of hitting the gravel, the parking lot scenery suddenly disappears and you’re transported into a dark abyss the moment you hit the ground.

The vine around your throat then proceeds to unravel and slithers away, letting you push yourself to your feet and search for any sign of your father who is now suddenly gone.

“It’s just a nightmare. It’s just a nightmare,” you mutter to yourself and hold your head whilst you shut your eyes. “It’s just a nightmare. Wake up, wake up.”

“Y/N?”

Eleven?

No. It’s just a nightmare, she’s not here.

“Y/N? Please, I need help.”

No.

You begin hitting your head and keep your eyes shut.

“Help me! Y/N!” Eleven keeps crying out. “Help me!”

You shake your head and keep telling yourself to wake up.

“OPEN YOUR EYES!” Vecna bellows.

And from one second to the next your eyes are forced open and you’re forced to see Eleven in front of you with a vine around her throat.

“This isn’t real,” you keep insisting.

“Isn’t it?” Vecna rebuttals. “How do you know what’s real and what’s not? For all you know, all that you have lived through since I pulled you away from the Creel House, has been fake.”

You shake your head in denial and try not to cry and give into what he wants. You can’t fear him anymore.

“You really thought you could escape me?”

“No,” you sneer. “This is all fake!”

“Is it!” He counters loudly and then pulls Eleven away from you to tie her to a pillar. “Aren’t you going to save her? Are you going to let Eleven die?”

Eleven reaches out for you as she groans and squirms. And even if this was a nightmare, you instinctively begin to run towards her while your surroundings begin to turn red and the debris of the Creel house begins to appear around you; as if you were back in Vecna’s mind lair.

“Just hold on!” You yell out to Eleven. “I’m coming!”

Albeit, just before you can reach her, the sound of Steve’s voice stops you.

“Y/N? What’s going on?”

You blink, and hold your breath whilst you slowly turn around, noticing that your surroundings begin to change once again. Only this time you’re brought back to Steve’s room, this time he’s in the same pajama pants he wore before you went to bed. This time you’re in bed.

“Are you okay?”

It takes you a second to warm up to him, but he’s such a relief to see that you quickly throw yourself on him and cry into his shoulder. “It was just a nightmare,” you whisper.

Steve hums and holds you tight.

A few minutes pass before you’re good enough to pull away from him. “I’m okay,” you whisper.

Steve offers you a tired smile and pulls back to lay back down. But as he’s trying, a vine suddenly wraps around his throat and begins to choke him before he gets yanked away from you.

“Steve!” You cry out and reach out for him as he reaches out for you.

Once again your surroundings change and you’re returned to Vecna’s lair. This time though, you see both Eleven and Steve tied to pillars by the same vines that captured you.

“Choose one to save,” Vecna suddenly whispers by your ear, causing you to tense up and feel goosebumps as his breath unfurls by your ear. “You can only choose one. Your sister or the man you love.”

You shake your head and take a step back. “No,” you mumble under your breath. “This..this is all fake.” You turn around to face Vecna, but the moment you do, he’s not there, there’s nothing in front of you but darkness and the same fog that had filled the upside down.

The emptiness leaves you breathing in heavily and causes you to turn back around. However, just as you catch a glimpse of Eleven and Steve, your feet are suddenly restrained by vines that quickly pull you to the ground and drag you back, ripping you away from your sister and boyfriend, and making you scream.

When the vines let you go, the only thing you see is more darkness and fog. You suspect Vecna to show up, but there's nothing. Absolutely nothing but yourself and darkness, so you push yourself to your feet.

Nevertheless, that turns out to be a mistake since the moment you’re standing on your feet, large shards of glass begin to fall around you to cage you in and just reflect you.

For a while you waited for Vecna to show up and stare straight at you, but he doesn’t come nor does his voice break the silence, all you actually see are reflections of yourself. It leaves you confused and more terrified. Every step and movement you make, your reflection mirrors. Nothing sinister hid behind the reflections.

Their lips however, that’s the only thing that moved even if you yourself didn’t open your mouth.

“It’s your fault. It’s your fault,” they begin to taunt quietly at first, but gradually begin to get louder and louder until they’re screaming at you. “It’s your fault! Your fault! Your fault!”

You step back and shake your head to deny them, but they keep throwing accusations until suddenly they break into a sprint and charge at you. You want to run away, but you stay trapped within the mirror cage and instead end up falling to your knees to hold your head and crumble towards the ground.

Their screams get louder so you begin to cry out of fear and panic. “Stop! Stop! STOP!”

You squeeze your eyes shut and the moment you do, you feel arms wrap around you and pull you back while you even begin to hear your name being uttered.

“Y/N. Y/N—”

“Let me go,” you plead. “Let me go! Let me go!” You try to squirm, but their hold tightens and their voice sounds quieter and a lot more soother, instead of loud and rough.

“Y/N, it’s me. It’s me. It’s Steve. Open your eyes. You’re okay. It’s just a nightmare.”

You shut your mouth, but don’t open your eyes or let your body go from that tense hold.

“Y/N, baby you’re okay,” he keeps comforting you as he keeps his arms around you. “He’s gone. He can’t get you anymore.”

Your breaths are labored and your cheeks are dry even if tears threaten to fall.

“You’re home.”

Very slowly and cautiously you pull your eyes open and see Steve’s room lit by a light beside his side of the bed. It takes you a moment to really come to terms that what you’re seeing and living through is actually real. You actually wait to be pulled away or for everything to change around you again.

“I’m real,” he whispers. “I’m right here. I got you. This is all real. I’m here, I got you.” He presses a kiss on the side of your head and holds you closer.

“Steve,” you croak out and lift your hands to grab his arms secured around your neck.

“I know,” he interjects softly. “I know, baby. I’m here. I’m here.”

——

*THE NEXT DAY*

“…and at the last moment the oldest sister jumped, hopped and ran in front of the evil wizard's spell to save her youngest sister from the cruel fate. And in doing so, due to the sister's bravery, the wizard’s hand froze, his entire body than began to slowly freeze too until all that moved was the beating of his heart. Thump. Thump. And then, nothing.”

You sigh and turn the page of the book.

“The Wizard had suddenly succumbed to a fate of death. His reign came to an end and brought the land safety and joy once more. The dark cloud that loomed over the kingdom began to fade and brought the beaming and warm sun. But what’s meant to be a moment to rejoice and celebrate was far from it due to the fact that the sister's heart had also stopped the moment the spell hit her.”

Once again you stop to turn the page and continue reading to Max.

“But how, the other sister cried, how could she have died. Why did she save me? Why can’t I go too? She cried and her heart broke. Maybe, the prince proposed. Maybe there is one thing. A true love's kiss. For our love was grande. He didn’t fret to fall beside her body and didn’t hesitate to press a single kiss on her lips. Yet, her heart didn’t beat again, her breathing didn’t start and her eyes didn’t open to reveal their life and light. Such a cruel outcome made the sister pick her sister's body up in her arms to press her against her and cradle her sister once more.”

You flip the page and draw in a deep breath to slowly exhale as you continue to read the last page.

“She wept and cried for her sister. The tears she released, ran a trail down her cheek, they slipped down her jaw and hit the sister's cheek. And due to such unintentional actions, life restarted the sisters heart and breath once again began to circulate in her lungs, making her gasp, and alarming the sister of her presence. Sister, the waking sister spoke with a smile. For it wasn’t the prince's love that they needed, but the pure and deep love of sisters that was the salvation. The end.”

You close the book and smile at your hands as you begin to speak to Max. “It was corny, I know, but it was Sara’s favorite book.” You huff and slowly drift your eyes up to see that Max lay in her exact same position, she gave no reaction, her eyes remained closed. She almost looked dead.

If it wasn’t for the machine next to her telling you the opposite, you’d think she was dead.

Morning passed and she hasn’t waken up, the doctors mended her broken arms and her broken leg. They gave a solution for that, but they gave no solution for when she’d wake up again. They did say she was healthy, but…her brain was just…considered to be dead. They say it’s because her heart stopped beating for too long, but it isn’t true.

Of course you knew the truth, you all did, but they couldn’t know and there’s no way to explain that this monster from this other dimension cursed her and left her, so you had to leave it at that and hope she’d wake up soon.

“Maybe tomorrow I’ll start reading you Little Women,” you continue to say with a faint smile. “Or I’ll just bore you with my life story. It’s very exciting. Or maybe I’ll teach you Russian. That way we can talk shit and no one will know what we’re talking about,” you scoff and let your eyes linger on her as ou expect her to react or say something snarky back, but nothing happens, that makes your smile fall and makes you drop your eyes to let out a deep and shaky breath.

“I’ll put on some music now,” you mutter and push yourself off the seat beside her bed to walk over and turn on the boombox to start the song that had been playing previously.

“Maybe next time we can read something more entertaining,” Dustin remarks as you sit between Steve and Robin.

“Like?” You ask.

“Lord of the rings,” he suggests.

Steve scoffs. “You really think Max would want to hear that? What a snooze fest.”

“Like children books are any better,” Dustin rebuttals, making you scoff and snap back.

“It was just this one book!” You shoot him a glare and continue. “Why don’t you try reading something next time then!”

“I will.”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest before you rest your head back on the hard couch and slowly let your head fall on Robin’s shoulder.

“Who will save me from this masculinity if not you,” she says and rests her head on yours. “I really wish you didn’t have to go so soon.”

You sigh. “You and I both. But I have to go home. I have to graduate or my mothers ghost will come and haunt me.” You then begin to smile. “But hey, you have Nancy now.” You snicker. “I’m sure she’ll keep you company.”

Robin scoffs and pushes you away, only making you laugh until the door opens and Lucas walks in with Erica.

“Sorry,” he breaks the sudden silence. “It’s hard to get here with all the chaos happening around town.”

“Don’t worry,” Dustin assures him. “We don’t mind keeping her company. Besides, y/n was reading her a very fun book,” he adds with sarcasm.

You shoot Dustin a glare and just roll your eyes and keep quiet.

“Well,” Lucas sighs and sits beside Max. “You guys can go now. Thank you.”

“It’s okay,” Steve interjects. “We’ll stay a bit longer. We have nothing to do anyway.”

“Besides,” Dustin adds. “We should discuss…” he pauses and lets out a deep breath. “When we’ll have Eddie’s funeral. His body might not be with us, but I still want to have one for him.”

You grow uneasy and feel your jaw clench as the atmosphere only feels heavier.

“As we all know y/n’s leaving soon, so maybe tomorrow?” He asks and looks at Steve and you. “Unless you guys have something to do?”

You swallow thickly and let your hands fall to your lap as you give him an answer. “Well, considering the town is currently in shambles, there isn’t much to do, so no, we don’t have plans anymore.”

“Yeah,” Steve scoffs. “We’re free tomorrow. Robin?”

“Yeah,” she answers right away. “No, I’m free, I mean we don’t have any shifts at work so yes, I’m free.”

“Okay,” Dustin nods. “Good. I talked to Nancy already, she’s onboard. Tomorrow evening it is.”

You let your eyes fall to your lap and let a deep sigh escape out of your nose.

So much for a good spring break.

*LATER*

The only good thing about this spring break was confessing to Steve. It might’ve been under shitty circumstances, but that’s the only thing that came out of this spring break. The rest…well the rest has been full of pain, more grief and guilt beyond what you can handle.

Eddie…

And Max…

Eddie might’ve died from the blood loss due to the fucking bats, and Max went to a coma because of Vecna, but there’s something in you, some cruel and pestering voice that keeps telling you that you’re somehow responsible for their outcomes.

You’re the curse…

“If…” whisper to yourself as you pull your knees to your chest and lift your arms out of the bath water to gather soap bubbles in your palms. “I was faster…” You trail off and sigh as you pull your hands apart to let the bubbles go. “I’m sorry.”

You slouch and press your forehead against your knees. You don’t cry, or turn on the music that sat beside you, you don’t don’t say anything else, you just sit in the silence that covers the bathroom. It’s lonely; Steve said he was going to prepare some sandwiches since there wasn’t anywhere you could go out to, besides you wanted time to yourself…you didn’t like it, but it gave you a minute to just wallow.

It was dangerous really. Your mind just spun and spun crazy different things, but it’s only when you’re alone when you can think of how it all felt like you were the one to blame, like maybe it should’ve been you instead of Max and Eddie.

Maybe.

“Y/N?” Steve’s voice breaks that silence before he knocks on the door.

You sigh and lift your head to wipe your face and muster a smile before you answer. “Come in.”

The knob turns and slowly the door pushes open before Steve pokes his head inside to share what he needed to say. “Someone’s on the phone for you. Can you talk now, or do you want to do it later?”

You perk up and slip a hand on the bathtub to lean forward and wave him inside—“is it Joyce?” You ask with hope.

Steve shakes his head and steps inside to close the door behind him before walking in to hand you the phone. “It’s someone else. A…friend,” he says with a little disdain while he sets down a plate on the counter beside the tub

You narrow your eyes and hesitantly take the phone to slowly press it by your ear and cautiously speak. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” A familiar boyish voice you haven’t heard in a while spoke. “Oh my gosh! Oh my fucking god!”

You narrow your gaze further and furrow your eyebrows to ask, “Dylan?”

“We saw what happened in Hawkins! We’ve been fucking worried!” He kept speaking. “A-are you okay? We haven’t been able to get a hold of you! We tried California but no one answers the phone! Nita then said to try your friend, the girl! That girl! Uh, your friend! Rosin. Ro…well, whatever! But she didn’t answer so we called your aunt and…”

How…how does he know you’re here?

“Dylan,” you cut him sharply. “I’m fine. I’m…okay.” You look up at Steve as you see him undressing. “How did you get my boyfriend's number? Actually how did you know I was here?”

The other line goes silent for a few seconds before he answers a bit cautiously. “Well…your aunt,” he coughs and laughs nervously. “She had this number. And well…she might’ve known where you’ve been because of…well—okay! Don’t say I told you, okay?! Nita will kill me, but she said that your aunt and the woman you stay with talk to keep your aunt updated about you since you don’t call anymore! So that lady told your aunt, your aunt told Nita, and Nita told Aylen, and Aylen told me.” He exhales and waits for you to respond next.

However, you’re a bit distracted by Steve naked beside you to respond right away.

“Y/N? You still with me?” Dylan cuts in, causing you to part your lips to try and speak, but you stay distracted by Steve until he practically jumps in the water and causes a wave of water and bubbles to splash out of the tub and also hit you.

“Oh, amazing,” you mutter and cover your face a bit too late.

“Huh?”

You clear your throat and focus back on the phone. “Uh, well that’s great you know, Dylan, I love that little chain you guys have going on.”

Thanks Joyce.

“Well,” Dylan continues slowly. “You don’t call so this is the only way we can reach you now. Which it isn’t your fault, your dad died, we get that, but you know we’re here. Your friends. Just ‘cause you have a boyfriend and you live somewhere else doesn’t mean that you don’t have us.” He sighs and his voice softens. “We’ve been worried.”

A deep sigh escapes your lips and as you drop your head, Steve leans forward to try and listen in, but you cover his face with your hand and push him away with your foot.

“Yeah…I’m sorry. It’s..it’s been…” you hesitate to actually give him an answer. But you decide that you need to. “…tough, an even tougher week. I’m trying to do better.” You share quietly and begin to smile softly. “Are you guys okay? I..I’ve missed you guys.”

“School is kicking our asses, but we’re hanging in there—Wait! You know who’s been asking about you?” You can practically see his smirk from where you are.

“Who?” You sigh whilst Steve grabs your foot and pulls you towards him, making you yelp.

“You okay?” Dylan interjects.

“Yes!” You exclaim and splash water to Steve, but he just blocks the water with his hand and snickers.

“Oh, well it’s Danny! You remember him right?”

Oh. Nice.

“He came back to visit! And he asked about you! Did you know he’s in the Military now! He’s a pilot.”

You raise your eyebrows and spare a glance at Steve who keeps trying to listen in. This time he actually caught the sound of the name Dylan uttered. Because of course he did.

“Well, that’s nice,” you say with a bit of spite. “But I do have a boyfriend. Did you tell him that?”

“No, it slipped my mind. But it’s not like you’re going to see Danny, now are you?”

“No.” You deadpan.

“Then? Nothing to worry about.”

You roll your eyes and catch Steve’s gaze as he reaches for your arm now to pull you closer to him.

“True…” you hesitate and want to end that conversation there, but there was one piece of information that was bugging you. “So, do you know if Danny is still with that slut Arianna?” You sit up and wait in anticipation.

“No actually they broke up before he entered Boot Camp.”

You slap your hand against the tub and squeal. “Haha! That’s what that bitch gets!” You grin but when you remember Steve’s with you, you clear your throat and slouch again.

“Look Dylan, thank you for reaching out. You shouldn’t have, but thank you. I’m glad you did.” You share sweetly and begin fiddling with Steve’s hand. “I’m okay. I…came out of that…earthquake unscathed.” You swallow thickly and begin to frown and grow upset again. “I’ve really missed you guys, and I promise to start calling again, okay?”

“Or I’ll call you again.” He says, making you scoff softly.

You nod and mutter, “sounds good. I’ll leave you for now, I don’t have much time left with Steve so I’m trying to enjoy the time I have. I’ll call the girls soon though. Bye.”

“Bye, y/n. Bye Steve!” He shouts out loud enough that you have to pull the phone away from your ear, while Steve grows still with surprise. “Bye.”

“Bye,” you say one last time before you hang up the phone and leave the line in silence, something that lets you put the phone on a dry spot on the ground to then focus on Steve.

He averts his gaze though and holds this tightlipped half smile. “So Danny huh?” He rolls out slowly with a slow nod.

You roll your eyes and shake your head to assure him. “Don’t worry about him, okay? He's a thing of the past, Dylan just doesn’t know when to shut up.” You proceed to grab his other hand while you rest your chin on your knees to offer him a sweet smile. “I love you.”

Steve rolls his eyes and huffs. “Don’t sweet talk me, Hopper.”

Your smile widens, making your eyes squint together. “I love you,” you say again.

Steve rolls his head to the side and drifts his eyes back to you whilst he tries to hold back his smile. “I….love you,” he groans.

You beam at him and scoot yourself closer to him to have both of your legs secured beside each other’s sides.

“How are you feeling?” He asks and miraculously drops the other subject. “Better? Refreshed?”

You part your lips and slowly lower your gaze to nod. “I’m refreshed.” You pull your hands away from his and begin playing with the bubbles. “I’m okay.”

Steve huffs and leans his face closer to you to talk softer. “What’s up? I mean it’s weird that you wanted to take a bath alone. And I saw your face as I came in. You have me worried.”

You hesitate. You don’t want to bring the mood down. You don’t want to just keep dumping everything on him.

But you also can’t keep things from him when he wants to know. It’s so easy to do that and just store everything inside.

But you can’t keep doing that unless you want to lose him. And that…it’s a fate worse than death.

“I…” you mutter. “I can’t stop thinking about Max. About what happened.” You shake your head and stop playing with the bubbles to hold your knees instead. “And Eddie…” you pause and swallow thickly as a lump begins to form in your throat, and tears begin to sting your eyes against your will. “Especially Max, I mean she…hasn’t woken up, and seeing her today…I don’t know.” You look up at Steve and catch his own frown; it’s a lot more faint, but it’s there, as is his own sadness.

“If I had been faster trying to get out of the trance maybe I could’ve helped her,” you continue in a shaky voice as you point to yourself. “Or maybe if I was with her, I could’ve stopped it.” You lower your gaze to focus on the floating bubbles formed on the body of water. “I could’ve saved her,” you cry. “Or maybe it could’ve been me. Not her.”

Tears escape past your eyes and roll down your cheeks.

“But now,” you croak. “I feel like it’s on me.”

“Why though?” Steve rebuttals quietly but with no quiver in his voice. “You weren’t the one that cursed her. You didn’t break her bones or put her in that coma—”

“But I couldn’t save her,” you cut him off. “He showed me what everyone was going through when I got stuck in my trance and I still couldn’t save her. I—”

“We,” Steve interjects sharply, pulling your eyes to him. “We didn’t save her. You aren’t the only one to blame in this situation either. We were the ones that were supposed to stop him before he could do anything, but we didn’t. I’m supposed to be the babysitter and I couldn’t help her so it’s not just your fault.”

“Or yours,” you quickly defend him. “You were tangled by those vines, you fought for her and everyone else. Don’t blame yourself please.” You grab his cheeks and caress his warm skin. “You tried your best, going to confront Vecna, was you being the babysitter. You threw the first Molotov, you. You helped in the best way you could, you took care of them, you always do.” You exhale and notice that a few tears escape out of his eyes as you provide him with comfort he didn’t want to admit he needed so he could be strong for you. “You were the hero. So please don’t blame yourself. It was me, I—”

“Stop,” he interrupts you again. “Just stop. We’re just going to go in circles here. It wasn’t anyone's fault but Vecna’s. He hurt her. Not us. We tried our best. We stuck to the plan. It was him, okay? You don't have powers like your sister did so don’t blame yourself. We all tried our best, that’s what counts, you know that’s what she’d tell you.”

You draw in a deep shaky breath and slowly lower your hands and avert his gaze as you offer him a small nod and slowly exhale.

Albeit, Steve wasn’t at all convinced by your response so he continues to stress his comment. “Do you understand me, y/n? It’s not your fault. Max and Eddie wouldn’t blame you. You tried your best, we all did, we all knew the consequences. None of it is your fault, so please stop beating yourself up, understand?” He grabs your cheeks with his hands to lift your face. “Look at me and tell me you understand. None of it was your fault. It isn’t your fault. Do you understand?”

You frown deepens and tears keep gleaming your eyes. You want to argue against him, tell him it is, but you had to recognize there is some truth behind his statement. Even if it’s hard not to keep blaming yourself, you knew he was right.

To some degree.

“I understand,” you mumble.

“Huh?”

You roll your eyes and sigh before repeating yourself louder. “I said, I understand.”

Steve sighs and drops his hands from your cheeks to push your knees down and pull you closer to his chest to continue the conversation. “Believe me it’s hard seeing Max like that, but the best thing we can do is try to be…I don’t know, positive. For them. For the kids. They need it.”

You snuggle your head against his chest and let him stroke your shoulder with his hand, whilst he let the other hand lazily hang off the tub.

“Yeah,” you agree. “You’re right.” You sigh and look up at him. “You'll visit her for me, yeah? I would love to keep her company, but I need to go home. Eleven needs me too.”

Steve nods without hesitance. “Of course. I’ll try to go before work. And on my days off.”

You nod in agreement and stay quiet after that.

Steve proceeds to press a kiss on the top of your head, causing you to tilt your head back so he could press another on your lips.

“I love you,” you murmur against his lips.

Steve smiles and lifts his hand to stroke your cheek. “I love you too,” he repeats softly. “So much…It may sound selfish, but I’m happy you survived.”

You smile at him and slide your hand up to his jaw to share your truth. “I’m selfish too then because I’m glad you made it out too.” You lean in and share a more passionate kiss before you break away and lower your head to continue sadly. “I’m going to miss you. I hate leaving,” you groan and feel his hand stiffen before he begins to pull away.

“About leaving,” he rolls out slowly and a bit awkwardly. “I have something for you.” He pulls away from you so he can climb out of the tub and make his way to the door, leaving behind a slippery trail, but making you smirk.

“Nice ass, Harrington,” you throw at him as you watch him leave the bathroom.

Steve looks back and shoots you a smirk before he disappears into his room. He doesn't take long at all though, but he does return a few seconds later with a wooden shelf from his drawer. “This is for you.”

You straighten up and watch him climb back in the tub to then comment on said object. “Ah. A drawer? Well, I hate to say it but that won’t fit in my luggage sweetie.”

Steve shoots you a glare before he brushes his hair back with his fingers and turns the drawer to explain himself. “This will stay here, but it’s special. You know why? Because it’s yours. For you.”

You bite the inside of your cheek and just blink in confusion, causing Steve to sigh deeply and become impatient. “What I’m asking since you don’t seem to understand is if you want to move in with me? Hence the drawer. It’s for your clothes.”

“Hence?” You chuckle nervously even if you were really, truly dying on the inside. “Ha.”

“What?” He rebuttals. “Are we moving too fast? Because if we are, all that shit I said about the six nuggets was because I thought I was going to die. We don’t have to have them. We—”

You cut Steve off by covering his mouth so you can assure him. “No. That’s fine, I’m,” you giggle. “I’m just surprised you know? I didn’t expect it.” You lower your hand and begin to frown as you share your only concern. “What about Eleven though? I can’t leave her.”

“She can move in with us, I’m saving up money to buy a place of my own so we don’t have to live with my parents, and so Eleven has a room of her own. I’m not asking you to leave her behind, I wouldn't ask that, ever. Unless I want your dad to come haunt me forever.”

You snort and giggle. “That’d be bad,” you mutter nervously since butterflies were fluttering like crazy in your stomach and your heart beat at a speed you thought impossible.

“Of course it’d be after you graduate,” he continues to explain. “You could, I don't know, go to college close by. Or start your police academy in the city since it’s something you want to do. I’m going to get a better job that pays more. Eleven could start school with Mike, Dustin and Lucas.” He shrugs. “But it’s up to you. If it’s easier being in California, that’s okay too. I just wanted to ask, and well…I almost lost you once, I don’t want to risk that again.”

A deep breath furls in through your nose and you hold that in your chest while you progress his words.

It’s not that you didn’t want to, all he said sounded perfect. He just took you by surprise, that's all.

“I,” you stammer and slowly meet his gaze. “I do want to.” You grin and nod. “Yes. That sounds good! I mean I’d have to talk to my sister, so I’ll have to give you a definite answer then, but I’m sure she’d be okay with it.” You hold his gaze for a second before you throw your arms around him to hug him tightly. “I don’t think we’re moving too fast. I mean, I feel like it’s all good! Perfect!”

Steve drops the drawer and returns your embrace to press a kiss on your forehead and smile down at you with this soft loving look in his eyes. “Yeah, exactly!”

You squeal and hug him tighter. “I love you,” you share happily. “I do, I love you.”

Steve chuckles and lifts your head to press a kiss on your lips. “I’m in love with you.”

You beam at him and scoff. “I’m in love with you.”

“Yeah, I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” he says honestly.

“Good, I’ll never stop saying it,” you retort and rest your head back on his arm while you keep grinning at him.

Steve then tilts his head and smirks. “I thought of a name,” he begins to change the subject as he reaches over for the plate with two sandwiches. “First name, Tony. Middle name, Montana. Tony Montana Harrington.” He bounces his eyebrows and hands you your sandwich. “Cool, right?”

You feign a smile and nod to make him believe it was a good name. But he saw straight through you and immediately rebutted against it. “You chose Leia and Luke. I get this.”

He’s right….of course.

You groan and give in. “Fine. Fine, but one thing,” you clear your throat and pull your hand off him to make a finger gun. “Who you think you fucking with?” You quote in the character's accent. “I’m Tony Montana! You fuck with me you fucking with the best.”

Steve’s smile falls, but slowly he breaks into a teasing laugh. “You’re a dork,” he teases you in between laughs. “You’re lucky I love you.” He hugs you tighter and leans down to press kisses on your face, making you break into a genuine and hearty laugh.

Thanks to him the trouble you rested on your shoulders lifted, and for a while, just for a little while you were carefree and happy.

*THE NEXT DAY*

“…So wherever you might be I hope you see Sara and give her a hug for me, tell her how much I miss her and that I’ll never forget her, like I’ll never forget you.

Love, your Little Valentine.” You sigh and fold your letter to then sit in silence.

Birds fly by, the sound of Steve’s engine sounds nearby, and the whisperings of Dustin, Steve and Robin echoe quietly.

“I’ll take care of Eleven. You know I will,” you speak to the grave beside you. “I know that she’s been MIA lately, and I’m sorry for that, but I try my best. I hope you understand.” You turn your head to look at your fathers grave. “I also hope you’re not mad that I might be moving too fast with Steve. I just…I love him and I can’t see myself with anyone else. He makes me happy.” You press your hand on the cold stone and smile.

“I miss you every time I wake up,” you continue. “I always will.” You swallow thickly and lean forward to press your forehead against the grave. “I love you dad. I’ll try to be better.” You close your eyes and exhale deeply.

Silence lingers for a little while as you keep your forehead pressed against the stone. You expected to cry for your visit, but surprisingly you weren’t in tears, you weren’t happy either though, but little by little you’re actually beginning to grieve for him now. It's sad not having him anymore, but you’re feeling a bit better about his death.

“I’ll visit again,” you say as you pull away to stand back on your feet and return to the car.

“Okay,” you direct at your friends with a faint smile. “I’m done, we can go.”

Robin steps forward and offers you a sweet smile. “All better?”

You smile at her and exhale deeply. “A bit.”

Once you’re close to the car, Steve grabs your shoulder to rub it as a form of consolation. You offer him a sweet smile and let his hand slide off your shoulder while you walk to the passenger side since you couldn’t linger outside the car because you already agreed to help Nancy donate some things to those currently in need.

However, right before you could reach your door, Dustin runs past you to reach the passenger door first.

“Shotgun!” He yells, causing Steve to stop as he was going to open his door, and causing Robin and you to also stop in your tracks to look over at your child friend. “I call shotgun!”

“No!” Steve quickly counters. “No. Children ride in the back.”

“I’m not a child Steve,” Dustin rebuttals in a serious voice. “I’m sure you can survive without having your girlfriend riding beside you for one drive.”

Steve’s eyes narrow, whilst Robin and you actually find amusement in this little banter—“Rules are rules. When y/n is here, her seat is the passenger seat.”

“Unless I drive,” you interject with a smile. But they ignore you.

“Well,” Dustin scoffs. “If someone calls shotgun that actually comes before stupid girlfriend rules.”

“Hey,” you exclaim as you throw your hands out.

Steve props his arm on the car’s hood and keeps arguing. “My car, my rules. Go. Back.”

Robin and you share an annoyed look now, but this time instead of interjecting you step back and turn to skip once and then run to snatch Steve’s keys from his hand. “Mommy’s driving now, children. And Robin’s riding shotgun.”

Robin grins and strolls over to the passenger door whilst Steve tries to argue with you now. Albeit, you just gently push him aside and climb into the seat to quickly close the door in his face and shoot him a smile.

Steve then tries to open the door, but you quickly slam the lock down and smile wider.

“Y/N,” Steve protests as he keeps pulling the handle. “You’re not driving.”

You hold his gaze and struggle to put the key in the hole, but once you do, you start the car and smirk.

“I’ll go slow,” you assure him and bat your eyelashes. “Promise.”

Steve challenges you for a few more seconds, but ultimately decides to give in and sit in the back. Dustin on the other hand struggled for a few seconds, he wants to keep arguing, but he gives up this time and just shows his annoyance by groaning and climbing in the back too.

“Can I be in charge of the music?” Robin asks after she puts on her seatbelt.

You look over at her and nod. “Of course sweetheart.” You then put on your sunglasses and look back at Dustin to tell him one last thing. “Tighten your seatbelt, we don’t have a booster seat for you.” You smirk and he glares at you before he flips you off. His reaction just makes you snicker while you turn away to change the gear and begin driving out of the cemetery.

“Maybe we can check out your rock cassettes?” Robin teases you while she flips through the music you had in the stereo.

You scoff. “Yeah, I kind of destroyed those a long time ago.” You sigh deeply and keep your eyes on the road.

“Too hardcore?”

You shake your head. “Just…” You clear your throat and whisper. “Ex reasons.”

Robin looks over at you and grins. “You dated a rockstar, Hopper?” She says loudly.

“No,” you retort. “He was not a rock star, he liked rock but he was no rockstar.”

Robin looks over her shoulder and shoots Steve a smirk before looking back at you. “Wow. Who would’ve thought you were into bad boys. You would’ve loved The Hair Harrington over there in his prime years in high school then.”

“Prime years?” Steve remarks.

You scoff and shake your head in disapproval. “Please, from what you and Jonathan have told me, I would’ve hated Steve in his, “prime years”,” you say as you air quote with your fingers. “No offense or anything, Steve.”

“I wouldn't blame you,” Steve quickly replies.

“Anyway!” You exclaim. “Danny wasn’t a bad boy. The only bad boy I dated was Billy, but that was mostly to get back at my dad.”

“So it is Danny!” Steve interjects.

You ignore Steve and reach for your bag to rummage through the cassettes you carry. “We can listen to uh, I don’t know, Come And Get Your Love, since you can’t pick a song.”

Robin huffs and lolls her head to the side in annoyance. “You’re only suggesting that song ‘cause you’re in love.”

“What?” You chuckle. “It’s a good song!”

Robin leans over and changes the songs until she gets to the one you want. “I hate failed romances.”

“Don’t give up, they’ll be better people out there, if not just have fun. Mess around.” You glance back at her and offer her a smile. “You’re young, smart, beautiful and cool.”

Robin exhales deeply and just slouches in her seat. “If that’s what you say,” she grumbles.

You steal one last glance at her and smirk as an idea pops into your mind.

Once you’re out of the cemetery and turn to the big street, you smirk deeper and press on the gas, and don’t keep your promise to Steve.

And of course he begins to freak out. “Hey! Hey! Slow down!”

You grin and ignore him while Robin begins to giggle since Steve is freaking out. You actually end up ignoring Steve for a few miles until your fun is forced to a stop since you do face traffic.

At least it was a nice distraction for a while.

“You’re not driving my car ever again,” Steve throws at you once you arrive at Nancy’s house.

You shut the door and smile as you skip towards him to wrap your arms around his waist and whisper. “Admit it, you had fun. I’m a cool driver.”

“Hardly,” he rebuttals and stays with you as Robin goes to let Nancy know you’re here. “This isn’t another one of your dirt bikes, you know that.”

You hum in agreement. “Can I drive for the rest of the day?” You disregard his comment.

Steve draws in a deep breath and looks back at you to meet your gaze. “Yeah, fine,” he breathes out. “Just this once.”

You grin and press a kiss on his back. “I love you,” you share.

A faint smile tugs on his lips, but he plays cool by sighing. “I love you.”

You pull away and stay by the trunk to wait for the girl you’re here to help. And once Nancy does walk out of her house, you all begin to help her load boxes of stuff inside the car right away.

“By the way before I leave I think it’s important that we girls have a talk.”

Robin pulls her head back to look at you. “About?” She probes.

You set the book down in the box and smile. “Stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Steve queries.

Robin and you look at him and you shoot him a pointed glare. “Girl stuff,” you clarify as you cross your arms over your chest. “Sorry no boys allowed.”

“Really?” Nancy asks.

You scoff. “Yeah, I mean I can’t tell my boyfriend everything. Besides…” you lean towards her and whisper. “I'm going to talk about him. Something he said.”

“No,” she huffs. “I mean are you sure you want to talk to me?”

You look at her puzzled and nod. “Why not? Unless you don’t want to. Which is fine.”

Sure, trusting her completely is going to take time, but well, after what you’ve faced together, after spending time with her you actually want to keep her as a friend. Not just because she and Jonathan are dating and it’d be awkward, but because you really want to now. She’s cool.

Nancy smiles at the thing in her hand and nods. “No I do. I just wasn’t sure. Thank you.”

You offer her a smile and continue to look through her things and change the subject. “Hopefully you’re not donating your Tom Cruise poster,” you smile while Steve hands you stuff so you can pass it to Dustin. “Because if you are, I can find it a home.”

Nancy looks up at you and scoffs in amusement, whilst Steve just shakes his head in disapproval. She was actually going to add something, but just before she can, her mom cuts her off. “Hey, Nance! I found some more of your old stuff in the attic.”

Nancy turns away to walk to her mom, letting you continue to just look through her stuff.

“You don’t need a Tom Cruise poster,” Steve adds. “You have me. You can look at me all the time when we move in together.”

Robin begins to chuckle and adds a remark to his comment. “Excuse me, what?”

You lean forward and shoot her a dismissive whisper. “We’ll talk later.”

“Oh…Oh!”

You snicker softly and finally address Steve’s comment. “It’s for Eleven. Maybe if she stares at it long enough, her taste in guys will change. She’ll move on from you know, and lay her eyes on someone…well someone else.”

“Hey!” Dustin is quick to defend Mike.

“That’s not fair,” Robin interjects. “She could say the same about you.”

“Hey, what?” Steve interjects sharply while he fixes the boxes inside the trunk. “Eleven loves me, okay?”

You catch Nancy coming over and just leave the subject alone for now—you didn’t hate Mike, he’s okay, he’s good with your sister, but well let’s just say your annoyance towards him hasn't really disappeared.

“Here’s another one,” Nancy adds as she walks over to hand you the box.

You take it and hand it to Steve, whilst you ignore the tire screeches happening in the street to keep focusing on what you’re doing.

However, Mrs. Wheeler does end up distracting you and everyone else. “Did someone order a pizza?”

“Pizza?” Dustin asks and looks back while you and others do the same the moment a horn blares.

And once you do look back, you immediately recognize the pizza van and know right away who it belongs to before you actually spot the familiar faces.

“Oh,” you gasp breathlessly.

For once, Argyle was actually a sight for sore eyes.

“It's them,” you mutter with a growing smile.

When the van stops in the driveway and the doors open, the first people to walk out are Argyle and Jonathan. Mike and Will follow to walk out from the back, and behind them all though, is the one person who brings you tears, joy and relief to see.

Eleven.

She was okay. She…she looked different, but she was safe and okay. She was there. She was okay.

Furthermore, the moment Eleven's eyes fall on you, her smile begins to tremble and she doesn’t hesitate even for a second to break into a sprint towards you.

Without hesitation of your own, you break into your own sprint and meet her halfway to throw your arms around each other.

“You’re okay,” she instantly says. “You’re okay.”

Happy tears break out of your eyes and you nod eagerly. “I’m okay. I’m here. You,” cry and pull away to cup her cheeks so you can look at her shaved head. “What happened?” You slide your hand up and stroke the side of her head. “What happened?”

“Papa,” she shares. “He happened. But it’s a long story. I’ll tell you later. Okay?”

You frown and sniffle. “I’m sorry,” you say. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I tried calling, but no one answered. I’m sorry.”

Eleven shakes her head and lifts her eyes away from the scars around your throat that the bats left, to assure you sweetly. “But you did help with One. That’s what matters. You helped me and the others.” Her smile falters and her voice proceeds to break. “I was scared I lost you,” she begins to cry. “He showed me you in a trance. He said you…died….he showed me…” she pauses since she can’t even finish her sentence.

“But I’m here,” you comfort her. “I escaped. Once thanks to Steve and the others, and the second time because he was busy with Max, and you I assume. But I’m here.” You wipe the tears off her face and whisper. “I’m here.”

Eleven nods and then hugs you again.

“I love you Eleven,” you finally share. “I was scared I was going to lose you. I’m glad I didn’t. I love you, sis.”

Eleven’s hands clutch onto you and she giggles. “I love you too.”

You grin and pull away, letting her continue to speak. “You’ll tell me what happened later? Because I have something to tell you too.”

“Yeah,” you nod. “We can talk later because…” you pause and smile a bit shyly. “I need to tell you something too.”

“Okay,” she agrees and looks beside you as she catches Steve walking over.

“Hey. You’re okay,” he tells her.

You step away to let her step towards him. “Yeah,” she says with a smile. “You are too. Good.”

Steve scoffs and nods. “Yeah, I’ll say.”

Eleven giggles and walks over to Steve to hug him. It takes him by complete surprise but he hugs her back.

“Thank you,” you hear her say. “For taking care of my sister. For saving her too. I’m happy she has you.”

“It was all her,” he replies with a soft smile. “She saved me actually.”

Your smile widens into a grin as you can’t help but feel your heart skipping with joy as you see your favorite people interact.

“Thank you, anyway,” she says anyway before she pulls away to then walk over to Dustin.

You turn as well to look for Jonathan and Will. And they’re not so hard to spot since they were both busy talking with someone else. But when they do notice you’re finally free they both walk over to you at the same time.

“Hey, guys,” you greet happily and meet them halfway to take them in for an embrace. “You guys are okay,” you whisper with relief

“So are you,” Will says.

“Are you?” Jonathan asks.

You nod and feel your heart at ease now. “Yeah, I’m okay. I am now.” You all pull away but stay in front of each other. “You guys look like shit,” you giggle.

Jonathan scoffs and nods. “We’ve been through hell for the past couple of days.”

“Yeah,” you scoff. “Me too. One of those reasons is because you guys wouldn’t answer or call. I’ve been worried to say the least.”

“Sorry,” Will interjects as he scratches the back of his neck. “We haven’t been able to call. When we did try, our calls wouldn’t go in.”

You exhale and assure them. “It’s okay. You’re here now that’s what matters….I’ve missed you guys.”

Jonathan smiles at the ground and Will is the one that answers. “We’ve missed you too. We needed you actually.”

“Really?” You query with a growing grin. “Nice,” you huff and lick your lips to continue more seriously. “Anyway. We need to have a family meeting as soon as possible. I heard from a little bird that something happened that neither of you bothered to share.”

Jonathan and Will look at each other to share a quick concerned look before they nod in agreement and then quickly break away to return to the people they had been talking with before to avoid your anger, letting Argyle walk up to you now. “Y/N!”

You look over at him and smile. “Argyle. You know,” you sigh. “I don’t want to ask how you got mixed into all this. I’m glad you’re okay though.”

“Don’t ask,” he chuckles. “You won’t believe it. I hardly do.” He looks past you and his smile widens. “Steve! Hey my man!”

Said man walks over and offers Argyle a tightlipped smile and a stiff nod. “Hey.”

You bite the inside of your cheek and huff in amusement. Argyle then wants to add something else, but the sound of Eleven's voice cuts him off. “Y/N.”

You turn around to face her, Dustin, Will and Mike. “Yes?” You ask.

“We’re going to go visit Max, is that okay?”

You nod but begin to frown. “Of course. I’m going to go with Steve to drop some things off, we can meet you there after.”

“No,” Mike quickly interjects, pulling your eyes to him. “We can’t. She can’t.”

You narrow your eyes on him and quirk a brow to question him without the need to actually ask.

“I have my powers back,” Eleven continues for Mike. “But bad men are looking for me.”

Now your eyebrows begin to furrow and you quickly deadpan. “Explain. Now.”

“Later,” Will says. “We have a lot to talk about.”

“Just don’t pack,” Dustin adds with a teasing smirk.

No one laughs or smiles, Steve just gets confused and Eleven ignores him to add something else. “For now just meet at home after you are done. I will be there.”

You sigh deeply and just nod since all you can do is agree even if you have a lot to ask. “Fine. I’ll meet you at the cabin then.”

The boys and Argyle begin to leave towards Nancy and Jonathan, but Eleven stays to ask one more thing. “Can I have some money? I want to buy Max something.”

Without hesitance, you agree. “Yeah, you can,” you nod and then try to walk back to Steve’s car to get your purse, but he actually catches you by surprise first.

“How much do you want?” He asks her, causing your jaw to drop.

“Steve,” you try to stop him with a whisper. “It’s okay. I have money.”

Steve ignores you and takes out his wallet, while Eleven is a bit off guard too. She actually first looks over at you to check in.

“Just here,” Steve continues and pulls out a twenty. “You can keep the change.”

“Steve,” you whisper with an awestruck look now painted on your features.

He looks over at you and offers you a sweet smile. “It’s okay,” he adds. “I got her.”

Your heart begins to race and an admiring and loving smile grows on your features. “Thank you,” you mumble.

His smile widens and turns softer as he holds your gaze. “You’re my girl. I got you. I got the both of you.”

God. He needs to be kissed right now.

“Well,” Eleven interrupts your moment. “Thank you, Steve.” Her eyes drift to you and she offers you a teasing smile before she begins to walk back. “I’ll see you later.”

You nod quickly and wave at her. Once she turns away you clear your throat and address Steve. “Again,” you say as you turn to walk back to Steve’s car. “Thank you, I’ll pay you back.”

“Don’t,” he quickly rebuttals. “It’s okay, really. I told you I want you in my life. She’s important to you so she’s important to me too. That means I’m looking out for her too.” He throws his arm around your shoulder and smirks. “Besides, I like the cool points.”

You roll your eyes and scoff as you counter back. “If she loves you already, how come you need cool points then?”

“Don’t be jealous. You’re still my favorite girl.”

“Okay,” you scoff. “But I’m not jealous.”

——

*LATER*

“Oh god,” you mutter in disbelief as all you see as you walk in the high school is all the displaced people due to the gates ripping apart the town.

It’s so sad seeing the town you still consider home be so torn apart because of something they didn’t even know happened. Seeing all the missing people posters lost to the gates opening is just so depressing, especially because you could see the desperation of all the people waiting for an answer.

What got you the most though was Eddie’s poster. One, because jackasses vandalized it, two, because his uncle is still hopeful he’s around. Even after all the lies that have come out, he’s still hopeful. He’s still looking for Eddie; a man no one will know died a hero to help this town that hated him.

And that knowledge, and the anger that boiled within you is what makes you storm over to the missing persons board to rip Eddie’s vandalized poster off to crumble it up, and throw it in the trash.

“Good riddance,” the cop quickly commented after he caught you.

You snap your head towards him and shoot him a nasty glare. “Watch your mouth,” you snap.

“Excuse me?” He sneers as he looks at you up and down and then focuses on your face with a scowl.

You huff and tilt your head since you don’t back down. “You heard me. Watch your mouth and have some respect.”

The cop parts his lips to argue back immediately, but something seems to go off that makes him step back and dismiss you. “Move along.”

Now you look at him up and down to shoot him one more glare before you turn on your heels and rejoin your group and ignore Steve and Robin’s impressed faces.

“Thank you,” Dustin whispers as you continue towards the donation table.

You look over at him and smile softly. “Of course,” you comfort him.

“Hi,” you hear Robin greet the volunteer girl.

When you stop between her and Dustin you set your box down and catch the girl's reply. “Hi.”

“Uh, so these are blankets and sheets,” Robin shares while she points to the boxes you all brought in. “And some…some clothes and…and some kid’ toys.”

“Wow. It’s already so organized.” The girl huffs and smiles. “We appreciate that. Do you want a tax receipt for it?”

Robin, Steve and you share a confused look that gives Robin the answer to say. “Uh, no. I don’t think that we need one. Thank you, though.”

“But,” you interject and lean in towards the table. “Is there anything else that we can do to help?”

The girl puts her pen down on the clipboard and looks at the four of you with a relieved smile before she sends Steve and you off to the clothing section, while Robin gets sent to the cafeteria, and Dustin gets sent to help the people.

“We take from these piles of clothes and then we sort by age. We got infants, girls, boys, men, women,” the volunteer lady lets you know as she points to the different sections. “Oh, if anything is in too bad shape we really don’t want that.”

“Okay,” you say as you follow her with a pile of clothes she had already given you. “Sounds easy.”

The lady suddenly turns around, causing you to take a big step back. “Thank you so much, we appreciate the help.”

You offer her a smile and a nod. “Of course.”

She mirrors the smile before she walks away to let you work.

“This is easy,” you whisper to yourself and put down the pile of clothes to begin sorting them in their right places.

It isn’t hard at all.

But, when you do get to your last piece of clothing you couldn’t help but pout out of awe. “Oh my god!” You exclaim and lift the little dress up and beam at it.

“What? What?” Steve asks in concern.

You turn and face him to show off the little clothes. “Look! Look how tiny it is. Isn’t it so cute?”

Steve ignores the worried glances you got and exhales. “Yeah. Well it is baby clothes, so.”

“How a person can fit in this is beyond me,” you giggle and lower your hands, but keep admiring the little yellow sundress. “It’s so adorable.” You look over at him and smile. “Imagine, little Sara, or little Leia in this. Aw.” You turn away to place the dress where it needs to go, but in doing so you miss the soft smile tugged on his lips and the love struck look in his eyes.

You actually don’t look over at him for a while since you’re concentrating on your task. It isn’t until he returns to your side and nudges your arm that you pay attention to him again. “What?”

“Look. Robin, six o’clock.”

You look back and he quickly snaps back. “No other way!”

“You said six,” you complain and follow his line of gaze only to spot Robin and the girl Vickie smiling, giggling, and talking with each other.

You’d say you’re proud and happy, but after what happened the other day you’re more bothered than happy—no, you’re happy Robin can talk to her crush, but well, she can do a lot better.

The green flags are just not waving for you.

“Meh,” you add and focus back on your task in hand.

Steve blinks and rips his eyes away from your mutual friend to comment on your response. “Meh?”

You shrug and place a piece of clothes down. “She can do better.”

“Better than the girl she likes?” He adds and follows you.

You nod. “Yes.” You glance over at Robin and Vickie and see the girl rambling while Robin seems to also add into that. “It’s just the green flags aren’t waving. She can do better.”

Steve scoffs and rebuttals. “She’s the girl we’ve been pushing her with. Fast times girl?”

“So?” You retort. “Look, Vickie is pretty, sure. She’s into girls, obviously, but I don’t know…they’re too alike.”

“You haven’t met her.”

“So? Look Steve, it’s just—”

“You’re jealous?” He cuts you off, causing you to stop what you’re doing. “You’re scared Vickie is going to take your friend away.” He shoots you a cocky smirk, but you huff and deny his claims.

“No….I am not. Why should I not want the happiness of my friend? Why would I not want her love life to succeed?” You press and continue to work alongside him.

“Because,” Steve continues to explain as he grabs the clothes you hand him to fold it. “Robin has been attached to you ever since you met her, you don’t want her to have another girl friend. You don’t want to be replaced.”

He’s…he’s only partially true. Partially.

“It’s not that,” you keep stubbornly insisting. “I’m just looking out for my friend. I don’t want her to get hurt. Okay? That’s all.” You drift your eyes to the side and catch his gaze on you already, so you just shrug and hand him the last piece of clothes in your hand. “Anyway! I need to go check on Eleven, she should be at the cabin already. Can you take me?”

Steve puts the shirt down in the right place and nods. “Yeah, but I won’t be able to stay, I’m going to need to come back for these two.”

“That’s fine,” you assure him as you both walk away from the table.

“Hey,” Steve interjects as he grabs your hand to stop you in your path towards Robin. “You aren’t going to stay in that broken down cabin are you?”

You shrug. “I’ll tell Jonathan to help me patch up the holes. Our furniture is still dusty but it'll work after I clean it.”

“What about food?”

“I’ll buy some,” you give him an immediate solution. “After all, from what they said, I think my stay here is going to be permanent now, so we’ll need it. At least until we can talk to Joyce to figure things out.”

Steve begins to scratch the back of his head and looks away for a second before he clears his throat to continue. “Why don’t Eleven and you stay with me? I know we said later on, but you can just come stay with me for a while. There’s spare rooms. Jonathan and Will can stay with the Wheeler’s. Because I mean, if the bad men are after your sister, then they’re probably after them and you too. You’ll be safe with me, my parents won’t snitch. At least until Joyce comes, or at least until the cabin is fixed a bit better.”

A smile slowly tugs on your lips and you don’t need time to decide for yourself, but now that Eleven’s here you do need to talk to her first. “I’d love to stay with you, but I’ll need to ask Eleven first. Okay? I’ll talk to her when I get there. And I’ll also ask her about the other moving in thing. Promise.”

Steve sighs in relief and nods before he puts his hand on your back to turn you to head back towards Robin.

The moment you do reach her, both her and Vickie look over at you.

“Robin, I’m going to drop y/n off at her cabin,” Steve explains. “I’ll come back for Dustin and you.”

Robin nods eagerly and then glances at Vickie before dropping her butter knife and pointing at her. “Guys, this is Vickie. Vickie, these are my best friends, y/n and Steve.”

Vickie grins at the both of you and stretches out her hand to greet you, but she then quickly pulls it back and giggles nervously. “Sorry, gloves. I can’t get them dirty. I mean they’re going to get dirty, but I mean germ dirty.” She scoff and shakes her head to continue. “But hi! I’m Vickie. I knew you guys from school, ha. Chief’s princess,” she points at you and then looks at Steve. “And you know, The Hair Harrington,” she exhales. “Oh god, I’m sorry it’s just nicknames from school. You know—I’m sorry.”

Steve and you share a look, and you want to tell him you told him so and just laugh really, but you hold yourself back and smile sweetly. “Well, Vickie, it's nice meeting you.” You look over at Robin and shoot her a smirk. “Take care of Robin, yeah?” You step back and turn to walk away.

Once Steve catches up to you and you’re outside of the school you both burst out laughing.

“I told you!” You exclaim and clap. “Alike!”

“Yeah, no you’re right. Wow.” He looks over at you to point at you. “So? Green flags?”

You shrug with a small smile. “I’ll see.”

*A FEW MINUTES LATER*

“I’ll be back in about two hours,” Steve informs you when he parked the car a bit away from the cabin.

You lean in to kiss him, but when you grasp what he said you pull back to comment on it. “Two hours? We agreed in three hours.”

Steve shrugs. “So? I’m going to miss you.”

The smile on your lips slowly begins to widen but you instead counter against his comment. “Well, it seems that I’m coming back so you’ll have enough of me. You’ll get tired of me.”

Steve smiles and shakes his head. “Impossible.” He leans in and presses a tender kiss on your lips before pulling back to continue quieter. “I’ll be back in an hour with food. I’ll miss you.”

He just keeps changing it. Good.

“It’ll just be one hour.” You mutter and glance at his lips.

“Tell me about it,” he whispers and shows off a charming half grin before he grabs your face and pulls you in for a deeper kiss that you immediately return.

The kiss was so fervent and desperate, yet passionate and tender at the same time. He made time become irrelevant, and provided a fire to your heart that made it race but weakened you at the same time. It was even hard to breathe normally, the both of you were practically hyperventilating since neither of you could pull away from the taste of each other’s lips.

“Steve,” you groan to try and say something, but he just pulls you in and this time he slips his tongue to swipe on your bottom lip. The feeling makes you melt and feel all tingly, while you could feel your stomach twist with desperation and desire.

For that moment you let him take complete control, you forgot where you were and why you came exactly. All you could focus on was on Steve, on how smooth his skin was as you slowly slid your hands up his face to tug on his hair. When he did this deep throaty groan all you felt was your own need for him now more than ever.

But you couldn’t. You can’t now.

But he’s making it so hard to leave.

“Steve,” you mumble as you manage to pull away. “I need to go.” You pant and wipe his bottom lip with your thumb. “I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”

Steve's eyes bounce from your lips to your eyes and he nods and whispers. “Thirty. Got it. Thirty.”

You smile and press another kiss on his lips. “I love you.”

Steve smirks and grabs you by the back of your neck to pull you in for a deep kiss again.

“Steve, baby,” you say between the kiss. “You’re making it hard to go.”

“Then don’t. Let’s go home,” he suggests between the kiss. “We’ll come back in three hours.”

You pull away and keep your hands on his chest. “Later. Promise. When we have time. People are expecting us.”

Steve sighs and nods with discontent. “Yeah, yeah, okay. It’s not fair though.”

You grin at him as he averts his gaze and assure him as you drag yourself back to open the door. “Thirty minutes.”

Steve lifts a little off his seat and just as you were going to fully exit the car he basically throws himself over to you to grab your wrist to stop you.

“Steve,” you protest. “I really need to go. Eleven’s waiting for me.”

“Look,” he mutters and points forward.

You shift your eyes to where he points to and search in between the woods to find what he pointed out, but for a few seconds all you saw was just trees.

“The car,” he points out and pulls you in so you can finally spot it parked near the cabin. “It has dark windows. You recognize it?”

You squint your eyes and lean forward to gasp. “No. I don’t.”

Without question Steve lets you go to unbuckle himself and open his car door to climb out of the car and begin to carefully trudge forward. You quickly follow after him and keep your guard up, you don’t keep your mind open to the possibility that it might be someone you knew, you expect the worst due to all that’s happened and the fact that Eleven is currently wanted by bad men.

You’re basically ready to fight if the occasion arose. How? And with what weapons? Well you didn’t know, but you were ready the moment you reached the mysterious car.

Even if you could see nothing inside because of the tinted windows.

“I can't see shit,” Steve whispers and crouches to try and look harder. “Maybe they’re in your house.”

You move past him to go walk inside, but you come to a quick and hard stop when you spot Joyce hugging Will and Jonathan.

After that your concern just flew past your head.

“Joyce,” you call with emotions already building up.

Said woman looks over at you and a warmer smile decorates her features, she pulls away from her sons and takes one step forward so you could run to her and greet her with a hug.

“Hi, sweetie,” she greets sweetly.

You exhale deeply out of relief and just hold onto her tighter, because seeing her, feeling her arms around you felt the same way as when you had Hopper; safe.

“You’re okay,” you croak. “You’re okay.”

“I am,” she assures you. “I am. I’m sorry I couldn’t call. I’m sorry I wouldn't answer calls.”

You shake your head and pull away to face her and let her cup your face to wipe your tears away. “You were busy, I understand. It’s just…things happened here and I was just worried about you. That’s all.”

Joyce huffs and nods while she seems to grow rather weird. “I was busy,” she says and meets your gaze, and doesn’t drop her smile. “But I’m okay. Are you okay?”

You nod and assure her. “I’m okay.”

“Your surprise is inside,” she reveals and points to the cabin.

You scoff with amusement and glance at the front door before returning your eyes to hers. “Really? I thought it was a joke. What is it?”

“I can't say,” she says with a shrug and pulls away to dig her hands in her pants pockets. “You’ll have to go inside and see.”

You grin at her now and squeal. “I’m excited!”

“You should be!”

You giggle and step back to grab Steve’s hand and pull him inside with you.

“Careful,” Steve comments when you’re running on the wooden front porch. “I wouldn’t want you to fall in through the porch.”

“Ha, so funny,” you retort and let go of his hand when you’re inside. “Eleven? I’m here.” You walk in further and search the house for your surprise, but all you see is just dust and old furniture.

Eleven walks out of the room slowly and right away you notice how her eyes are gleaming, and that her cheeks have tear marks on them.

“Hey,” you begin to query. “What’s—”

However, you end up cutting yourself and gasping when you see…your father walking out of the room too.

“Oh, shit,” Steve gasps.

This. This had to be some dream. This can’t be real. He’s dead.

“No,” you whisper and shake your head as you stumble back, but keep your eyes on him; on his rather thin face and body, on his shaved head. “This…” you trail off and turn to Steve with a trembling frown and tear clouded eyes. “He’s here. Real or not real?” You ask for reassurance.

Steve turns to you and spares a glance at the man cautiously waiting with Eleven in front of the room—“real,” Steve assures you. “It’s real I swear.”

You draw in a deep breath and look back at Hopper to let your eyes search his face one more time thoroughly.

It’s not that you didn’t want him to not be here, but you can’t help but fear that this is some cruel vision, an even crueler nightmare.

He didn’t look like he did in the visions or your dreams, but this could still be a trick.

“It’s Hop,” Eleven says to try and comfort you, making you release a shaky breath.

Yet the only person you can look at for a clarification is Steve; he notices right away the look in your eyes, the need for an answer, and he doesn’t hesitate to assure you. “It’s real. It’s all real.” He cups your cheek and nods. “He’s here.”

“Y/N,” you hear Hopper say.

Tears roll down your cheeks and you slowly turn your head at the sound of his voice.

Hopper slowly steps forward, making you pull away from Steve and take only one step towards your father.

“It’s me. I’m here.”

More tears cloud your eyes and you slowly begin to walk towards him to meet halfway just a few inches in front him.

He doesn’t move or try anything, he lets you take your time to make sure that he wasn’t a dream, he watches you quietly as you lift your hand to slowly cup his cheek to feel his warm flesh for yourself.

“Dad,” you say breathlessly and carefully begin to caress his cheek.

Hopper smiles and cups your hand as tears of his own trial down his cheeks.

“Hi, baby,” his says in a quivering voice.

You sniffle and use your hand to cup his other cheek since he did feel real, his face did feel warm to the touch. He felt real. He looked it too.

“Dad,” you cry and try to smile, but your bottom lip trembles too much to let that actually show.

With his other hand he cups your cheek to gently begin caressing it, making you lean into his touch and smile before you pull each other into an embrace.

Now all you could do was ball the fabric of his shirt in your hands so he wouldn’t vanish like last time. You closed your eyes and dug your head into the crook of his neck to take in his small; he didn’t smell great, but you didn’t care, he smelled real, he felt real. He was real and with you, that’s all you cared about.

“My baby girl,” he whispers and presses a kiss on your head and hugs you tighter. “I missed you so much,” he whispers while he rubs your back and caresses the back of your head as he cries quietly. “There was never a moment that I didn’t think of you and your sister.”

“I missed you too,” your voice sounds muffled. “So so much. Dad,” you pause and pull away, but keep your hands on his face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Hopper sighs and cups your face to quickly rebuttal against your apology. “What are you sorry for?”

“Everything.”

He huffs and shakes his head, “you did nothing wrong,” he corrects you. “Nothing.”

You swallow thickly and huff out to smile at him and try to whisper what you haven’t told him. “I forgave you. A long time ago, I wanted to tell you, but you…you didn’t come back.” You sniffle and grin. “I love you dad.”

Your father scoffs and shows off his grin before he pulls Eleven and you into an embrace. “My little Valentine’s,” he whispers and presses a kiss on the top of your heads.

You exhale shaily and hold onto them tightly.

Now.

Now your heart was really at ease and content.

You proceed to pull away again to look up at his head and then back at his face to tease him. “You stole her look.”

Hopper and Eleven chuckle before he answers. “That’s what I said.”

“It looks good,” you compliment him and then go a bit serious though. “But how did you make it out?”

“It was the Russian’s,” he scoffs. “But it’s a long story. I’ll tell it later okay?”

You nod and let out another breathless chuckle before you clear your throat and glance over at Steve wandering the living room, and then focus back on your dad to continue speaking. Albeit this time in Russian. “<How terrible was prison?>”

Hopper blinks and parts his lips from surprise and bafflement, while Eleven giggles and Steve just rolls his eyes from where he stood.

You on the other hand notice your fathers confusion and scoff in amusement before continuing. “<Can’t say I blame you, but you don’t understand me do you?>”

Your father sighs and chuckles. “What? When the hell did you learn Russian?”

You scoff and don’t hesitate to show off. “I said how terrible was prison and I asked if you understood. And well it’s been eight months, I was bored most of the time in California so I just said why not.”

“And because you wanted to be a show off,” Steve interjects.

You scoff but smile. “I am fluent now. Almost.”

Hopper huffs out but can’t help his proud smile, before he comments on the man standing in the far end of the room. “So Harrington, are you just going to awkwardly stand over there?”

You all look over at your boyfriend while he slowly turns around to face the three of you with a nervous look. “Just given you guys time.” He swallows thickly and meets your gaze before he makes his way towards you to greet your father. “It’s nice to have you back, Chief.”

Your fathers eyes narrow and his hands slip off yours and Eleven’s shoulders. “I’m not a Chief anymore.” He scoffs and goes serious. “Joyce told me about you and my daughter.”

Steve goes stiff and nods. “Yeah, yeah, me and y/n are together,” he reveals, making you smile.

“So you grew the balls to ask,” your father chuckles, snapping your eyes up to him and making Steve stammer.

“Wh-what?”

Hopper steps away from Eleven and you, to step toward Steve and offer him his hand.

Steve looks at you and then at your fathers hand before he meets his gaze and shakes it.

“Thank you,” your father says and leaves you stunned. “Joyce told me a lot. Thank you for looking out for my girls.”

Steve scoffs and they both pull their hands away. “Of course. I love y/n,” he says without fear. “She’s important to me. She needed me, I was there. Always.”

You walk over to Steve’s side to just look at your father’s face. And you’re surprised to see him smiling.

“Well, thank you,” your father says again.

Steve sighs with relief and nods, letting Hopper share one last scoff before he grabs Eleven by the shoulders and walks her outside, whilst you face Steve and can’t help but show off your growing smile.

“You won’t be able to stay over anymore will you?” Steve asks and sighs.

You shake your head. “I don’t think so, but,” you swallow thickly. “If you still want, once I graduate, we can still move in together. Sound good? I’ll talk to my dad after all these emotions of him being alive pass.”

Steve smiles and nods in agreement. “Yeah. That sounds good. Now let’s get outside, he likes me, I don't want to get on his bad side already.”

“Maybe I get to be the ninja now,” you laugh while you walk out. “Hmm?”

Steve rolls his eyes but he doesn’t turn down your suggestion. “Okay. I’ll pick you up.”

“Sounds good. Twelve thirty?” You ask discreetly.

“Yep.” He whispers and nods.

Steve and you walk out of the cabin, and you instantly head towards your father when he pulls away from his embrace with Mike.

“I should thank Joyce for going on her business trip,” you say as you watch Eleven and Joyce talking.

Your father nods and draws in a deep breath. “About her,” he exhales and looks over at you. “We need to talk.”

You look over at him and nod slowly. “Okay. Well there’s a lot we need to talk about actually.”

“Yeah,” he agrees and then goes serious when he catches the scars around your neck. “What happened?”

You draw in and deep breath and part your lips to add something, but all you let out is your breath of air since the sound of thunder rumbling in the sky cuts you off.

You wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but then some white particles begin to fall from the sky. When you reach your hand out to catch one, you notice that it doesn’t melt in your hand.

“What,” you mouth and then look up at the sky to see that the dark clouds that suddenly began to invade the sky seemed to be coming from somewhere.

Everyone noticed that and without saying anything, you all walked out of the forest that surrounded the cabin to walk out to the grass hills.

And that’s when you saw it, the black clouds, and black smoke that rose from the ground and brought red lightning. You saw glowing red gates in the distance that cracked the ground, and the dead grass and flowers that lay beyond you.

But…it’s supposed to be gone. Max is alive, this can’t be happening again.

How is it happening again?

You let out a shaky breath and share a concerned look with Steve, as you slowly interlace your fingers together to grab ahold of each other’s hands for comfort from the tragedy brewing before you.

“I told you,” a familiar evil voice suddenly sounds in your head. “Y/N. You can’t run away from me.”

A/N- BAHHH!!! I can’t believe we have to wait again!!! Thank you though! Thanks to everyone who kept up with this series! Thank you and I love all of you! The next season is still a long ways away but I hope, I really do hope I get to finish this series! Thank you again, bye for now! ❤️❤️

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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Just kiss already.

Love your writing!! Can I request Steve x Reader where reader is Hopper’s niece that recently moved to town after he came back and she gets a job with Steve and Robin at Family Video and Steve doesn’t trust her at first and she tries to befriend him. Eventually they’re both idiots in love pining for each other it drives Hopper and Robin crazy.

Warnings; Angst, fluff, mutual pining, Robin and Hopper are sick of this shit, Murray to the rescue.

Y/n wasn't sure what to think of Hawkins at first. Her uncle had recently come back to live here after being captured and held in a Russian prison.

Everyone thought he was dead, and so did she and spent months grieving her beloved uncle.

Then when she found out what actually happened to him she jumped at the chance to live with Hopper, to make up for time they lost.

Hopper and his girlfriend Joyce were more than delighted for her to come and stay and she settled into Hawkins life.

To her uncle's delight, she even got a job at Hawkins Family video store where she worked with a really nice girl called Robin Buckley and a guy called Steve Harrington.

She adored Robin but Steve was another matter. Ever since she came to Hawkins he seemed distrustful of her, she tried to strike up a friendship but he wasn't interested.

It stung because she didn't even know him so how could she have offended him so badly?

Still, she persisted in showing Steve that she could be trusted and the tense atmosphere between them began to soften bit by bit.

He was very handsome she couldn't deny that, she thought his brown eyes were dreamy and that hair? How did he get it that perfect? It made her jealous.

"Hey look at this". Robin nods to her and she sees Steve talking to a few girls at the counter.

They are really pretty and she feels a tightening in her chest, it feels like jealousy and it grows even worse when one of the girls touches Steve's arm and bats her eyes.

Steve is all for it and flirts back and she feels even worse. Robin rolls her eyes.

"If they are babes then Steve is all for it. He used to be the king of Hawkins high, then Nancy Wheeler came along and they dated, then that fell apart, she broke his heart and he really loved her. Then Steve became less of a douche, I started working with him at Scoops Ahoy, that's an ice cream shop w".

"Did you like him?". Robin smiles and arranges the videos.

"Not at first. Then he grew on me and we became great friends, he's my best friend now. The whole Nancy drama started again a little while back but it's died down again".

She follows all of this and nods.

"So you and Steve have never". Robin bursts out laughing startling Steve and his squad of girls.

"No, absolutely not". Having enough of the jealousy swirling around her chest she passes by Steve but trips and his reflexes are fast as he catches her.

She stumbles into him and he blinks looking into her eyes and her heart skips several beats.

He strokes her cheek and swallows.

"You okay sweetheart?". She nods flustered and she thanks him. Even when she heads to the backroom she feels his eyes on her.

❤

Robin face palms as Steve keeps talking about y/n. Since they started to get along better since Steve gave her a chance he's began to fall for her hard.

Y/n was the same for him and it was driving Robin mad at all the love-sick gazes that they gave each other.

She had an ally in Hopper who had grown even more protective of y/n and as much as he liked Steve was despairing as much as Robin at how much Steve and y/n were driving them mad.

Hopper had one secret weapon though.

Murray.

❤

Murray had an astute tendency to cut right through all the bullshit. Steve had never been on the other end of his musings.

Jonathan and Nancy and Hopper and Joyce had been and now it was y/n and Steve's turn.

She had never met Murray but she had heard about him through her uncle and was keen to meet him.

Until he turned his attention onto her and Steve.

She didn't expect him to zero in on them but Murray had caught their longing looks, the way their hands lingered on each other and the desire in their eyes.

Murray nods to Hopper giving him a look of understanding.

It didn't take long for him to say something either. Just a few hours in their presence and he was despairing as much as Hopper and Robin.

"Okay, enough enough enough". Murray barks out and y/n jumps looking at him.

"This is all very cute you two, all the longing looks and stuff aww it's adorable really but jeez enough already. Steve, yes y/n likes you, it's pretty freaking obvious".

"Y/n no Steve isn't interested in Nancy anymore, he hasn't looked her way once because his eyes are on you".

She grows flustered and tries to explain herself at the same time as Steve does and Murray rolls his eyes.

"We aren't...

"I don't know what you're talking about...

Murray sighs.

"Oh spare me, spare me. Spare me. We all know you want to get together. So go and talk it out, confess your feelings and kiss already!".

Hopper grins and collapses onto his recliner seat.

Well, hopefully that did it.

❤

After Murray's outburst, she follows Steve into her room still a little embarrassed.

"Well, that was awkward". She jokes and Steve is looking at her, his gaze is warm and expression hopeful.

"Not really, kinda got my ass moving. I do like you y/n and I hope that you like me too". She softens and moves towards him and gently kisses him.

He returns the kiss and wraps his arms around her.

"I like you too Steve so much". His answering smile is so wonderful and she rests her head against his chest.

"Keep the door open three inches". Her uncle calls through and she pouts then smirks maicheviously.

"Wanna head to yours Steve?". He gets her way of thinking and smirks.

"I'll get my coat". He kisses her again deeply and her body tingles as she imagines what will happen next.

❤

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x hopper!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader

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eufezco · 1 year

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NEW YEAR'S EVE – STEVE HARRINGTON X HOPPER!READER

Mike and Will were finishing putting the ornaments on the Christmas tree. No more sixteen-hour trips in a pizza-scented van to save Hawkins. Jane was sneaking her presents for you all under the Christmas tree as if you couldn't see what she was doing. No more being kidnapped and forced to relieve bad memories. Dustin and Lucas were fighting about why the colorful lights over the fireplace were not turning on. No more going to the Upside Down and no more living with the anxiety of their loved ones might die in the next five seconds. Your dad and Joyce were in the kitchen preparing dinner and your mouth was watering just by the smell that came out of the kitchen. No more Russian jails. Jonathan and Nancy were setting the big table, counting the cutlery, trying to see if there was enough for everyone. No more having to be apart. Robin and Eddie were sitting on the floor next to the fireplace with Max in her wheelchair. Your boyfriend walked past them to sit next to you, not without kissing the redhead's girl, and her just needing to feel that loving gesture to know that it was Steve.

"Are you okay?" Steve sat next to you on the couch. One of his arms hugged your shoulders and he moved you closer to him. You looked at all the people you loved, alive, finally starting to live their lives. You felt the warmth of a home after a long time; all of your friends, your little sister, your two brothers, your mom, and your dad, but most importantly the love of your life sitting by your side. Steve looked at you with his eyebrows raised, he was wearing the Christmas sweater that you bought for him, his hair perfectly styled for the occasion, and his cheeks were decorated with a cute pink. No more seeing him almost die in front of your eyes, with those veins around his neck and those monsters biting him. His wounds were almost completely healed and the bruises on his neck were nearly gone.

"I'm great." You leaned to give a quick kiss to his lips before resting your head on his chest. His arm around you hugged you tighter if possible and he kissed the top of your head. And that John Lennon's song started playing in your head...

War is over.

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swiftieblyth · 1 month

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Steve Harrington

Is anyone else an absolute sucker for single!dad Steve or is it just me? Like I just want to sit and bench read single!dad Steve x reader that’s just filled with so much fluff and love, and it’s so sweet. But I feel like I’ve already read them all 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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marleyin · 2 years

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III. WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?

S.H. x Hopper! Fem! Reader

[EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE series masterlist]

Here’s the playlist I made for this fic the other day!

As you guys get to Steve’s place, you can see another car parked on the road next to Steve’s house. Praying that it isn’t Tommy or Carol you take in a deep breath. Stepping out the car, the three of you walk over towards the front door.

Ringing the doorbell Steve then opens the door. “Hello ladie- Y/n?” Steve asks in confusion, knowing that he didn’t invite you. “Nancy asked me to be here…” your eyes divert from Steve to Tommy and Carol who were sitting in the living room staring at you. You take a deep breath and look at Nancy. “Nance, you didn’t tell me they were gonna be here?” You say to her, but honestly you should have known that they were gonna be here. “Oh- I thought if I told you they were gonna be here you wouldn’t want to come?” she says turning to you. Putting your hands into the pocket of your jacket you walk backwards. “Hey where are you-” “Walking back home..” You state in a quiet tone. You didn’t live far from here, just a couple minutes walking through the woods and you were home.

As you were walking in the woods you started to feel stupid, you really did. You didn’t want to go, you really didn’t. But there was a force that was compelling you to go to the party, and no it wasn’t Nancy. You think for a while to figure it out but all you could think of was Steve. Stopping in your tracks your eyes widen. It was Steve. After all this time you still did like him, even after that whole joke he played on you. You still liked him like an idiot. And oh how you hated yourself for loving him. Groaning you realize it, ‘why him’ you thought to yourself. You finally get to your front door and use the key to open it since your father was probably passed out on the couch at this point.

Slowly walking to your room you open it and the creak it lets out freaks your father out. “WHOS THERE?” He yells taking his gun out from his side. “Dad it’s me!” You respond yelling, putting your arms up into the air. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Don’t scare me like that, ever again.” Nodding you walk into your room and close the door. Throwing on your pjs and putting on your Walkman you go to bed since your tired and want to get rid of these thoughts.

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School was awkward the next day, Steve didn’t stop to talk to you and you didn’t hear Carol and Tommy make any comments. But the worst part was that Nancy looked worried. You saw at lunch how she didn’t look at ease, she was sitting with the other three and kept on looking into her lap playing with her hands. She saw you staring and stood up from her seat to talk to you.

‘Shit..’ you thought, straightening your back you place your crossed arms onto the table. “Hey Nance…” She looked way worse than you thought you saw, it was her eyes that showed how worried she was. “Hey y/n, I have a stupid question to ask- but have you seen Barb at all?” She asks sitting in the chair in front of you. “Oh no, I haven’t I’m sorry.” You state your mind drifting to many thoughts. First Will now her? That bald girl had something to do with this, she probably knew something. Nance nods and walks back to her seat; you could see Tommy and Carol glancing at you with bad looks. Steve on the other hand still had that dull look on his face from when you left last night. Sighing you go back to picking with your food until the bell rung.

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You weren’t going to the game, it would have been a waste of time and plus none of your friends are going- Eddie and Josh were going to be doing who knows what with that band they have so you were going home. Close by you could see Steve and his friends talking to Jonathan. Well, picking on him rather than talking. Walking faster you try to stop Steve from picking on Jonathan.

“Hey!” You yell out to grab their attention. “Leave the kid alone.” Tommy and Carol laugh while Steve smirks looking at you. “Y/n! Nice to see you here..” he states holding photos in his hand. “Leave Jonathan alone, he’s dealing with a lot- not like you’d know.” Steve gets taken back by your comment, “What’s your problem?” He asks. Your problem? You were confused, all you were doing was helping a friend out. “My problem? What’s yours? You’re picking on someone that just lost a family member? That’s fucking low of you.” you state with Jonathan walking back a little.

Standing straight you try to grab the papers out of Steve’s hands and he rips them before you can get them. “What the hell man?” You yell trying to grab the ripped up papers. “You should be saying that to that freak you call your friend.” He states throwing them onto the ground. You look appalled by what he said. “You’re the fucking freak Steven.” He lets out a laugh and looks into your eyes, “Alright, and I really thought you were chill with me.” “I wasn’t ever chill with you.” You state bending down to grab the papers that were dropped before the wind picked them up.

Out of the corner of your eyes you can see Steve reach for Jonathan’s camera. Standing up you hand most of the papers to Jonathan and try to grab the camera from his hands. Steve pushes you back easily, “No no, let him get it himself.” Jonathan reaches his hand out for it then Steve drops it. A small gasp could be heard from you and you push Steve’s arm away from you. “Come on guys.” He states as his friends leave with him. Nancy’s the only one that stays, she bends down to pick up the rest of the papers but she takes them for herself. “Don’t worry about her dude..” you state handing him the photos, you had no clue what the photos were, they were ripped so it was hard for you to make it out.

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Your dad came back late last night, he looked sad- too sad. “Dad, what happened?” You ask standing up from the couch. He looked like he didn’t want to talk, but he saw how worried you were. “They found the Byers kid..” he flat out stated. You couldn’t think anymore. “They found Will?” You say covering your mouth, tears already started forming from your eyes. Your dad gave you a tight hug, all you left like was shit. There’s no way they actually found him, it had to be fake- they didn’t just find him like that, there’s no way. All you wanted to do was hide into a small ball and call it a day.

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Laying in bed all day your dad let you stay home from school today. He knew how close you were to Will, the kid saw you as an older sister. Still in shock from the news you turn on the TV and turn to a different channel that wasn’t the news. After a while your Walkie-Talkie could be heard from your room. It was Lucas’ voice.

Running to your room you grab the walkie-talkie and pull up the antenna. “Y/n? Do you copy?” He asks. “Yes I’m here, what do you need?” You sit onto your bed waiting for an answer. “There’s too much to explain, get over to Mike’s asap! Over and out!” He states, you could just imagine what the hell you’re needed there for.

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“Okay, what is it?” You say sitting between Dustin and Lucas. “El’s trying to channel Will.” Dustin states, Mike’s eyes are only on the radio. You can hear mumbling, sounding exactly like Will. “Look!” Mike says looking at us now. You all listen closely until the sound goes out. “That could be anyone.” Lucas says throwing his hands into the air. “That sounded exactly like Will.” You were so confused with how this girl was able to do that. “How is she able to get to him.” You ask Mike, he grabs the game board you guys use for DND and flips it over. “This is where Will is,” He states putting his hand onto the middle part of the black board. You shrug not getting it. “He’s somewhere that’s dark and cold, but just like Hawkins. He’s like in some place called the upside down.” You nod, ‘Maybe this is where Barb is too…’

“Maybe Will is gone.” Lucas says and you all turn to look at him. “You guys saw what they took out of the water yesterday right? He’s gone.” Dustin rolls his eye, “Well maybe that’s just the government covering his death up!” “He’s gone!” Lucas retaliates. “Hey woah woah, no yelling.” You state covering both of your ears. Letting go, you tell them about Barb, “There was a party I went to last night, but I left when I saw these two kids there…” They look confused on why you’re saying this. “Nancy and her friend went there, but her friend Barb is now missing.” You say, “Maybe she’s also there with Will.” They see where you’re going with this.

“But Barb is a high schooler and Will is in middle school? That’s random, it doesn’t make any sense.” Dustin places a hand under his chin. “Maybe the upside down doesn’t take random people, it takes vulnerable people.” They nod, but Lucas still doesn’t believe it. “We need to get her to a stronger radio.” Mike says, Dustin shoots his head up. “The AV room!” You barely had any clue on what they were saying, nodding you stand up. “While you guys go ahead and do that, I’ll be going to Will’s “mourning service”…” you say with quotation marks, they smile and wave you a goodbye.

A/N: this chapter was more of a filler chapter in a way, not much happening- sorry about that!

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burgundybmw · 2 years

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Waking Up In Vegas

Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader

Word Count: 3,863

Warnings: Drunkness.

Summary: After the death of her father, Y/N Hopper is left to pick up the pieces of her life. She was always the star daughter, perfect grades, never got into trouble, never had a sip of alcohol. She decides life is too short, and takes some of the money her dad left to go have a wild weekend in Las Vegas. Steve being the mother hen he is, decides she shouldn't go alone. Since Scoops Ahoy is in the dust, and job hunting hasn't been going so well, he tags along. Y/N soon realizes there's a reason she listened to her dad's rules all her life, when she wakes up hungover, covered in glitter, and wearing Steve's class ring.

Author's Note: So I found out Jamie Campbell Bower listened to Katy Perry to prepare for his role for Vecna (it was totally Dark Horse), so I took a break from 80s music to put on her discography. Waking Up In Vegas is one of my faves, and that lead to the creation of this. Hope you enjoy it! Takes place after the fall of Starcourt Mall and before Steve and Robin begin working at Family Video.

If you were to ask anyone in Hawkins how they would describe Y/N Hopper, there would be a common theme amongst the citizens. Y/N was responsible, intelligent, dependable, respectful, overall a good girl. She was beloved by her dad and the rest of the Hawkins police department, a model daughter any father would want. She maintained this reputation throughout her life. She didn't go to parties, she didn't sneak out at night, drink or do drugs, she never felt the need. She didn't want to make her dad's life more difficult after Sarah died, and then after mom left. He tried his best, and Y/N knew that. So she tried her best too, but now her dad was dead, and her best didn't seem worth it anymore.

She got the idea after walking past the travel agency in Hawkins. A massive poster filled with depictions of flashing lights and money falling from the sky.

Test Your Luck in Las Vegas! It said. Y/N stared at that poster for a long time. She remembered how much she missed out in her teens, parties, booze, and boys. She was turning 19 in a few months, and she had nothing to show for it. Nothing normal anyway. That's when she decided to go to the bank, cash out some of her inheritance, and book a flight to Vegas.

She could feel the adrenaline rush in her veins, she had never done anything like this before. Every decision she made was calculated, sure, she measured the risks for everything. This was sudden, spontaneous, exciting. The first time she felt thrilled in weeks. She knew her dad would be disappointed in her, but in the moment she didn't think of him. She couldn't, not without crumbling. Y/N needed this, to get away. Get away from Hawkins and all of its mess. Just for a bit, then she'd think about the future. She'd go to college like she planned, and resume her good girl lifestyle. One weekend wouldn't kill her.

Y/N went to the bank, took out $5,000 in cash, and made her way back to the travel agency. The agent, a nice blonde woman named Heidi, took care of everything. She had a first class flight first thing Saturday morning, a beautiful hotel room on the strip with a king sized bed, and a return flight home Monday afternoon. It was all set, and Y/N was in high spirits. That was until she walked straight into Steve Harrington as she left the office's front door.

"Y/N? Hey, uh, how are you holding up?" Steve asked. They had a bizarre friendship, her and Steve. It all started when she went out looking for her father on Halloween night. He had promised to be home at 5 to spend time with her and Eleven, and he was nowhere to be found. Who she found instead was Steve Harrington, nursing a heartbreak after Nancy told him their relationship was quote "bullshit." Y/N couldn't stand the sad puppy dog look on his face, and he did come through the year prior when they all went against the demogorgon.

So she took pity on him, and took him home and made him an ice cream sundae. It's what her dad used to do with her and Sarah when they were sad. He would make dessert for dinner, whatever they had on hand, but sundae's were always her favorite. That night she stayed over and they talked about anything and everything, Nancy, school, the future. It was nice, and they maintained that friendship for the past year and a half. Whenever things got too much they'd call each up, and make dessert for dinner. Before she realized it, she had started to fall for him. Y/N thought about what it would be like, to be with Steve. Strong dependable Steve. He never let her down when she needed him, but she broke that tradition when her dad died. Now all she gave him was radio silence for the past month. He called her often, but she never answered. This was the first time she spoke to him after it happened.

"I'm holding up alright... What about you?" She hated the cordial pleasantries, like they were strangers, but the guilt for ignoring him was weighing on her shoulders now.

"I'm good, the bruises on my face are finally gone. It's nice not to wake up looking like raw hamburger." That got a laugh out of her, and just like that the weight was gone. Steve didn't seem upset with her for ignoring him. Things seemed okay.

"Well that's good to hear. It would be a tragedy if your face maintained hamburger status forever, pretty boy." Steve looked a bit bashful then, his hair bouncing around has he chuckled at her comment. Then he noticed where she was standing, or rather where she was leaving from.

"Are you going on vacation or something?" He asked.

"Um, yea sort of. I'm leaving Saturday morning for Vegas." Steve looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his skull. It would have been a shock to anyone, Y/N Hopper taking a solo trip to Sin City.

"Are you going alone?" Steve had his hands on his hips, he was using the same voice he used on the kids when they were up to mischief.

"Yea. I was planning on it. Why?" She didn't understand why he was acting this way. Like she was out of her mind, maybe she was, but she wasn't a little girl anymore. She could make decisions and mistakes for herself.

"Why? Because it's dangerous Y/N! You know the mob used to bury bodies out there! Who knows if they're still at it! You can't go alone, no way!" Steve said with exasperation.

"Well I am. I'll be back on Monday, and it will all be fine. The decision is already made Steve. So I'll see you later." She could hear Steve's protests as she got into her car and drove away, but she didn't care. She had to go home and pack her bags, and not worry about Steve and his melodrama.

Y/N had never been on a plane before. The first class cabin was nice and spacious, she had the window seat, and the seat beside her was empty as the last passengers walked in. She hoped it remained empty, the last thing she wanted was some stranger try to make boring conversation with her. She looked out the window, soon she will be out of Hawkins. Away from everything that was wrong with that town. Eleven was staying with Joyce and the Byers boys, she had told her sister about her trip and told her when to expect her back. Joyce wasn't as happy as El was about the news, her motherly instincts kicking in. She didn't try to stop her, Y/N was just as stubborn as her father, she just told her to call if her if she needed anything. Now she was here, on her way to Vegas.

She felt someone settle in the seat next to her, but didn't bother looking to see who it was. That was until she felt a tap on her shoulder. The girl turned her head to see what they wanted, only to find Steve Harrington sitting next to her.

"What the hell are you doing here Steve?" A hundred and one questions were running through her head. How did they let him on the plane? Was he trying to stop her? How did she know what flight she was on?

"I'm coming with you." He said quietly as he buckled his seatbelt.

"What? How? Why?" Y/N asked, confused and mildly annoyed.

"I told you you shouldn't go alone, it's dangerous Y/N. I took my dad's credit card and bought the seat next to yours, told the agent you were my girlfriend and that we were paying separately. It's nice to know the old Harrington charm still works."

Y/N was fuming. She didn't ask for a babysitter, she could do this on her own.

"You're getting a flight back to Indianapolis as soon as we land Steve. You had no right to follow me." She tried to keep her voice down, not wanting to alert the fellow passengers.

"Look I'm sorry Y/N, but this isn't like you. You're not the type to drop thousands of dollar on a whim for a trip to Vegas. I just wanted to make sure you're okay, ya know, after everything." Y/N took a deep breath. She shouldn't be surprised, Steve always got himself into trouble for others. The over protective shit head.

"Fine, but don't try to ruin my fun. For once in my goddamn life I want to do something exciting. Pretend I'm not the dead Chief of Police's daughter for a weekend. Alright? If you promise not to mother hen me I'll let you stay." Y/N huffed out. Steve flashed his megawatt smile and settled into his seat. This was going to be a long flight.

They landed in Las Vegas with no issue. The taxi ride to the hotel was tense, Y/N was giving Steve the silent treatment. He tried to break the awkwardness with a witty remark every once in awhile, but she didn't give him the satisfaction. After awhile he gave up.

They checked into the hotel in silence, and then Y/N realized another problem when they walked into the room. It was the lovers suite, the travel agent must have switched it when Steve said he was her boyfriend, the idiot. The heat rushed to her face when she looked around the room.

There was a heart shaped hot tub in the corner of the room, and on the other side was a large king sized bed with a mirror on the ceiling above it. A metal cart was placed in front of a velvet couch, a large bucket filled with champagne rested on top with boxes of chocolates next to it. There were rose petals scattered throughout the room, and everything was decorated in many different shades of red. At least the color would cover up the bloodstains when she killed Steve for this mess.

"Shit, I guess this is what Heidi meant when she gave us an upgrade." Steve said awkwardly, his face as red as the room they were staying in.

"You're taking the couch, and I'm taking a shower." Y/N placed her bags next to the bed and grabbed all of her toiletries. She wouldn't let this set back ruin her trip. Once she got into the bathroom, she turned the shower on as hot as it could go. As she felt the water cascade down her body she thought about what she would do for the rest of the day. One thing was for sure, she was going to open that bottle of champagne as soon as she could.

Y/N got dressed and ready in the bathroom, a black sequin dress hugging her frame. It was her mother's from the 60s, Dad called it her Nancy Sinatra dress. It was at the dry cleaners when she left, and she never came back to get it. So it was Y/N's now. It was the only thing that felt Vegas appropriate. Once her hair and makeup was done to her liking she finally walked out, Steve was sitting on the couch, dressed in a similar get up he wore on Halloween. She walked straight to the champagne bottle and popped it open, oblivious to the hungry stare Steve was giving her.

Steve had developed a crush on Y/N Hopper over the past year, and he finally admitted it to Robin when the Russians gave them that truth serum. That's when she told him that she used to have feelings for her as well, before developing her crush on Tammy Thompson. Steve had said that Tammy wasn't even in the same ballpark as Y/N, the poor girl sounded like a muppet and would totally get crushed in Nashville. That was how they became best friends, and that's when Steve started to allow himself to feel something for his other best friend. He didn't mean for it to happen, and he had no intention of telling her, not after Chief Hopper's death. Steve did allow himself to look at her though, the short black dress leaving just enough for his imagination to run wild. He caught himself when she turned around, two glasses of champagne in hand. She passed one to him before taking her seat next to him on the couch.

"I have decided that we are going to have fun this weekend. No talk of psychic monsters or dead dads. You and I are going to get drunk, dance, play with slot machines, and have a good time. I think we deserve it ya know?" Y/N raised her champagne glass in a toast, and Steve tapped his glass against hers.

"No complaints from me." They both drank their champagne in that cheesy hotel room, completely unaware of what would go down that evening.

Y/N felt a shooting pain in her skull when she regained consciousness. Her stomach was swirling with nausea and her eyes were sensitive to the light that was pouring into the room. She slowly opened her eyes to see the hotel room in complete disarray. Her mother's dress was thrown across the metal cart that was dangerously close to falling into the hot tub, which was still on and bubbling. She could see something floating in the water, and to Y/N's horror it was the bra she was wearing the previous day. The white lace cups bouncing against the walls of the red tub.

She looked down at her body, she was covered in glitter and was wearing a Hawkins basketball sweatshirt. It must have been Steve's. Thankfully she still had underwear on, but then she noticed that it wasn't the same pair she wore yesterday. She tried to remember what the hell happened the night before, but her memories were blurry. That's when she heard a snore beside her on the bed. It was Steve, shirtless and his hairy chest was on display. Y/N didn't have the courage to look below the covers to see if he was as bare below the waist as he was above.

He was still asleep, and Y/N took the opportunity to quietly get out of bed and clean up around the room. There was a mountain of cash in a duffle bag on the couch, and she had no idea if they had won it or robbed a bank. Steve's clothes were thrown about the room, and she carefully picked them up and put them back in his suitcase. She finally found her purse amongst the carnage, and she noticed the fake ID she brought was missing. Her car keys, real driver's license, and plane ticket home were thankfully still inside. There was at least one silver lining.

She tried her best to reorganize the room, but the hangover was getting worse. She needed an aspirin and water a soon as possible. When she went to go look for some she heard a groan from the other side of the room, Steve was finally awake.

"Jesus H. Christ my head hurts." Steve complained. He sat up and finally opened his eyes. He noticed Y/N first, she was bent over looking through her suitcase. She had no pants on, and was wearing his sweatshirt. He looked down at himself and noticed he was half naked. The only thing on his body was his gray Calvin Klein boxers and one sock on his foot. Steve shot his head up, deer in headlights look pointed at Y/N.

"What the hell happened last night?" Steve croaked out, voice sore.

"I have no idea Steve! I only remember bits and pieces." Y/N was pacing around the room, arms waving around. That's when Steve noticed something on Y/N's finger, and his stomach swooped when he realized what is was.

"Y/N... What's that on your hand?" He really hoped it wasn't what he thought it was. Y/N looked down at her finger, and finally noticed the piece of jewelry she wasn't wearing yesterday.

"Steve, why am I wearing your class ring?" Y/N asked, voice stern. It reminded him of her dad. Steve tried to remember how his ring got on her finger, he vaguely remembered a small white room. Elvis was there, or a guy dressed up as him. There were flowers, and Y/N had a veil on her head...

"Holy shit, did we get hitched last night?" Steve yelled. He shot out of bed and nearly toppled over, he hadn't had a hangover this brutal since sophomore year. Y/N didn't pay attention to him as she stared at the ring on her finger. She remembered the little chapel now, a very drunk Steve struggling to put the ring on her finger. She remembered a flash going off, there was a photo.

Y/N started looking around the room, heart racing and hands shaking. She picked up her bags, the pillows on the bed, the empty bottles of champagne in the room. It was when she got to the duffle bag full of cash that she noticed a polaroid hanging out the side pocket, she carefully picked it up and what she saw made her jaw drop.

It was Steve, he had her mid dip, one hand holding her back and the other gripping the thigh she had wrapped around him. Y/N had her arms around his neck, bouquet in hand and a veil on her head. They were kissing, and a large banner above a fake Elvis said "Congratulations to the Bride and Groom!" and written on the bottom of the polaroid in neat cursive writing read "The Harringtons."

Y/N's blood ran cold. She married Steve last night. Steve Harrington was her husband. The memories were coming back to her. It was after Steve had won the jackpot from the slot machine, in all the excitement he had kissed her against the machine. She kissed him back. They were drunk and running on adrenaline, and decided it was a great idea to hit the strip with their winnings. Y/N had wanted to bring the duffle bag filled with the majority of their riches back to the hotel room, Steve had lost the hotel key and they had to trace their steps back. Instead of finding the key, they found The Little Vegas Chapel.

That's when he went on this monologue about having a happy family, with six kids and a wife where they traveled across the country. Steve wanted to be a dad, be involved with his kids unlike his parents. Y/N always wanted to be a good mom, one who would never abandon her daughter like her mother did. Y/N had said she wanted the same thing, a big family, backyard, and a husband who loved her. She couldn't remember what happened after that conversation, Steve had said something, they kissed again, and then they went inside The Little Vegas Chapel. Elvis had married them, and Y/N found the spare hotel key in her purse.

Y/N sat down on the couch and lifted her hand to show Steve the polaroid. He was finally dressed and slowly walked over to her. He took the photo from her hand, and immediately dropped on to the seat next to her.

"We're married..." Steve said, voice barely above a whisper.

"Looks like it." Y/N responded. He put the picture down on her lap and began pacing around the room, mumbling nonsense under his breath.

"Shit, shit, shit. I have to call Henderson." Steve said as he went to grab the hotel phone. Y/N immediately hung it up before he could press dial.

"Don't call Dustin!" Y/N yelled. The last thing she needed right now was for that big mouth to tell all of Hawkins about what happened.

"What do you mean don't call Dustin? He might be able to help us figure this out!" Steve was yelling now too. He was nauseous, dizzy, and apparently married. Robin was gonna give him so much shit when he got home.

"How is a 14 year old going to help? He's not a fucking divorce lawyer!" Y/N regretted her choice of words when she saw Steve's face fall.

"One, he's a very capable 14 year old. Two, Why are you immediately thinking about divorce? What, is the concept of being married to me so horrible?" Steve hated how insecure he sounded. His memories of last night were returning, and he remembered telling Y/N about his dreams for the future, that he loved her. She kissed him, but she didn't say it back. He remembered that now. She agreed to marry him, but she never said she loved him. He felt sick to his stomach, and it wasn't because of the hangover.

"Look, Steve. We're 18 years old, we're too young to be married. We did it while we were drunk, hell, you don't even like me like that." Y/N went to go sit on the bed again, she didn't want to be standing for this conversation. Steve sat down next to her, his head in his hands barely containing the shaking in his body. He remained silent, so Y/N took that as a sign to continue.

"Steve you are my best friend. You've become one of my favorite people in my life, Jesus, now that dad's gone you probably are my favorite person. I care about you so much, and the idea of marrying you... I know you would make an amazing husband. Your future wife will be the luckiest girl in the world, but when you thought about your future, with your six little nuggets traveling cross country, I'm almost positive it wasn't me you pictured by your side." Y/N tried not to cry. She knew she wasn't Steve's dream girl, it was Nancy Wheeler. Beautiful, smart, incredible Nancy. She was the love of Steve's life, not her. Y/N knew that, but it didn't make it hurt any less.

There were so many things Steve wanted to say. He wanted to tell her she was wrong, that she was the one he pictured as his wife, the mother of his children. Nancy never wanted things like that, she wanted to focus on her career, and Steve didn't judge her for that. Y/N was the one who tagged along with him on babysitting duty, she was such a natural with them. He wanted to tell her that he would be a good husband to her. That he would love her, be there for her in sickness and in health, in times of struggle and in times of joy. He didn't realize how badly he wanted it until he saw that chapel on the Las Vegas strip. He wanted it with her, but she was right. They were too young, he hadn't even gathered the nerve to ask her out on a date yet. They would figure this out, and maybe, one day, Y/N would want to marry him for real.

"So what do you want to do now?"

A/N: If you guys like this I'll make a part two!

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