┆summary; you needed to get out of hawkins to be your own person, problem was, everyone was stuck there, and one boy wasn't keen on letting you leave.
┆song rec; florida!! - taylor swift & florence + the machine
┆warnings; probably very ooc i really haven't watched this show in a while. NOT PROOFREAD.
┆tags; steve harrington x reader. pt2 if i feel up to it.
It was decided already. It had been decided for months.
You were going to escape one way or another.
You were never meant to stay in Hawkins, and you were never meant to stay caged in that cursed town. The government wouldn’t hold you back from leaving, and as much as they wished they could, neither could your friends.
So you all devised a plan to get you out.
It was simple and easy, no tricks that require high charisma, not smuggling you out in a white van and pretending to be an officer, no.
You, Steve, and Hopper would drive you out to an unobserved part of the woods where Murray was waiting on the other side of the fence with a car, easy as that.
Hopper's job: drive you there and make sure no one stops you.
Murray's job: drive you away.
Steve's job? Not convince you to stay.
Ah, poor Steve. He so desperately wanted you to stay, even though he knew you shouldn't. And truly, can you blame the boy? He was head-over-heels for you.
And not to say you didn't fall for him just as hard, but Hawkins was dangerous, and you had bigger dreams than it could supply.
You drove to the squawk to meet everyone at around 2:30 pm and, with a heavy heart, stepped out of the car and made your way inside.
Everyone was already there waiting for you: the Byers, the Wheelers, and the Sinclairs, Jane, Dustin, Hopper, Robin, and… Steve.
You could feel the tears prick at your eyes as you walked deeper into the room. Joyce nearly immediately rose to her feet to hug you. She pulled back and, with the look of the proudest mother, said, “You're gonna do so well out there; I just know you'll make us all proud.”
Tears were already streaming down your face by the time all the kids came to hug you as well, and you squeezed them so tight you thought your arms might snap from how strained they were. After hugs were thoroughly exchanged and the sleeves of your shirt were soaked with tears (and maybe snot?), it was time for you to leave.
You waved and said your “I love yous” as you, Steve, and Hopper left the building, liquid sadness still pooling around your jaw.
The car ride was nearly silent aside from the sound of wheels on gravel and whatever was in your bag shaking around like a wet dog. Sitting in the back seat with Steve, you hesitantly rested your head on his shoulder and tensed as you felt him shudder.
You looked up to see him wiping more tears from under his eyes with a shaky hand.
He sniffled and looked down at you. “Yeah?”
“I love you, you know that, right?”
He nodded before resting his own head against yours. “I love you so much…”
You smiled sadly and lifted your gaze to stare at the empty forest ahead of you. The car slowly stopped between two large trees, leaves raining down on the roof like a storm.
You took a deep breath as you climbed out, Steve following close behind with your bag in hand. You and the two men walked up to the fence and waved at Murray, who was leaning against his car on the other side.
You turned toward Hopper and smiled as you went in for a hug.
Hopper's arms wrapped gently around your back, his hand rubbing your back comfortingly. “Goodbye, kid, you got this.”
You nodded as you pulled away, adjusting your shirt before turning toward the very sad boy behind you.
“Why can't you stay?” he asked with a choked sob.
You tilted your head with a frown, your hand coming up to rest on his shoulders. “You know this is what’s best for me, don’t you?”
He nodded while desperately trying to wipe his wet face.
“I don’t wanna be like Eddie, and I’m not gonna settle here like the Wheelers. I can’t be stuck in Hawkins for my whole young adult life; I have to do something somewhere.”
“God… you’re really leaving, aren’t you?”
You nodded with a sad smile as he brushed the last of his tears from his cheeks. “I'm really leaving.”
Steve's hands came up to hold both your hands in his, and he let out a deep sigh.
“I love you so much, and I'm gonna miss you so much.”
“I'll come back in a few months, once you've fixed this, and if I don't, you know where I'll be.” Your right hand came up to cup his jaw delicately, thumb lightly tracing his bottom lip. “And you're gonna keep out of mortal danger, and you’re gonna keep everyone else out of it, and we’re gonna find each other.”
Steve nodded and pressed a chaste kiss into the palm of your hand.
You stood on your tiptoes to press a lingering kiss to his forehead and cheeks: “I love you, Steve Harrington.”
“I love you too…” he murmured, voice coarse and rough.
You picked up your bag from where it had been against the fence and slung it over your shoulder. “Okay. I’m ready.”
Murray had already cut a hole into the chain-link barrier, and you slipped through it without issue. You turned back to the men on the other side and blew kisses as you got into the front seat of the car. “I love you guys! Stay safe!”
Hopper and Steve both waved as you drove away, and once the car was just an ant on the horizon, Hopper turned back to Steve.
“You gonna be okay, kid?”
“I- I don't know,” he said, words tripping over his heavy tongue.
“We're gonna save this place, and they'll come right back, okay?”
Hopper gave him a rough pat on the back and climbed back into the driver's seat. Steve spent a few more moments staring at the place the car had been before joining him on the passenger side, sighing deeply as he settled into his seat.
But surely, you'll be back.
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