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Chapter 8 Summary:
June glanced between her daughter and the younger man, lips pursed a bit. "So how did you two meet?" Christine nearly dropped her fork, eyes darting over to her mother to give her a warning glare. "Mom." "I'm just asking," June insisted, holding her hands palm up in front of her in a defensive gesture. "You've barely told us anything about him, Christine." "For a reason," she muttered under breath, though she knew the woman heard her. | Felix paused, his fork halfway to his mouth. Slowly, he set it down and turned his head to look at Christine, his expression nearly making her gulp. "You didn't tell them?" His gaze was pointed, his mouth pulling into a thin line. She shook her head, her hand clasping together tightly under the table. She knew the hidden meaning behind his words, what he was actually asking her. You didn't tell them about the Circus?
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You Deserve Better
steve harrington x henderson! reader (older sister of dustin)
request can be found: here!
summary: steve cannot stand your boyfriend & after a particular incident shows your boyfriends true colors, steve can't help but step in. steve later finds himself confessing his feelings for you in the process.
words: 3.5k
A/N: I had to much fun writing this!! I love angst and thank you so much to the lovely person who requested it <3 I hope I was able to turn your request into something you enjoy
Warning: this fic does deal with toxic/abusive relationships. it's not extremely graphic but it's there. please read at your own risk <3
Steve hated your boyfriend. If you were to ask him, he'd probably say the way he felt about him was something much deeper than hate. Steve despised him so much that he'd decided he’d hate the name Jason for life.
It didn't help that your brother, Dustin, hated him too. The only difference was that Dustin didn't mind telling you just how much he despised him— he'd even said so in front of Jason himself, which had caused a huge argument between the two of you later that night. But you never told Dustin that, of course. You didn't want to add more fuel to the fire.
Things with Jason were… complicated to say the least. He was sweet most of the time and you really liked him. The two of you had been dating for almost seven months now, and you were happy with him. But sometimes he could be distant, aggressive when he was pissed off. You quickly learned to read his moods and would tread lightly whenever you picked up on whatever version of him showed up that day.
You told yourself this was just what relationships were like sometimes. Nobody was perfect and Jason was so patient with your own baggage so you wanted to do the same for him.
So you smiled and laughed, keeping every argument and accidental bruise hidden from everyone around you. Besides, Jason never truly meant to hurt you. He was just stronger than you, and grabbing someone a little too rough in the heat of the moment didn't count as abuse.
Right?
baby in a baby carriage pt3
part one - part two - this is part three - part four
pairings ━ steve harrington x fem!pregnant!reader with features of max mayfield, dustin henderson, and close friend!nancy wheeler x pregnant!reader
synopsis ━ when a nurse accidentally outed your pregnancy in the hospital waiting room, nancy, mike, and lucas became the first to know. before the fight with vecna, you tell steve everything. turns out, your worst fears were all inside of your head.
warnings ━ throwback featured. pregnancy, reader is 15 weeks along. one suggestive 18+ moment (no smut, just the funny topic of how baby was conceived lol). overprotective group with pregnant!reader. angst. character death (not reader or steve do not worry). violence.
notes ━ this chapter establishes reader as 'more than just a pregnant person' since she has contributed to this group and fight, lol... anyways not my gif.
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... two years and seven months earlier, in april 1985.
starcourt mall is one of your favorite places in hawkins. you love how the lights shine overhead like a swarm of lazy fireflies, casting everything in that perfect, artificial summer glow even though it's barely spring outside.
you weave through the weekend crowd, with your jcpenney bag swinging lightly from your shoulder with your favorite white graphic tee tucked into your levis.
the shirt is soft from a hundred washes, with the scarlet witch’s silhouette from the avengers 1963 #47 cover bold across your torso, and you’re grateful for the employee perk that lets you wear it.
your work break started ten minutes ago, and your feet carry you on autopilot toward scoops ahoy since robin’s shift lines up with yours most days, a happy accident that turned into ritual with shared fries from the food court, and shared complaints about customers. honestly, it is just shared everything with you and your bestfriend.
you’re already smiling thinking about how she’s going to groan when you tease her about the sailor uniform again.
however, when you round the corner and head into scoops, the smile falters.
robin isn’t behind the counter.
instead, there’s steve harrington.
he’s leaning on the freezer with one elbow, with that sailor hat tipped back just enough to let a few strands of that ridiculous hair fall over his forehead. the uniform looks even more absurd on him than it does on robin... the blue too bright, shorts too short... but somehow he makes it work.
or maybe you’re just biased because he’s stupidly pretty.
steve hasn’t noticed you yet. he’s wiping down the counter in slow circles, humming something under his breath you can’t quite catch. your stomach does a small, traitorous flip since you’ve seen steve around before, like everyone has, but you’ve never really talked to him without robin as buffer and you know from the way his eyes linger on your figure when you visit, that he’s noticed you too.
you clear your throat softly and step up to the counter.
“hey. um, is robin around?”
steve’s head snaps up. the second he registers it’s you, his whole face changes. it is a surprised look, then pleased, then he is trying very hard to look casual and failing miserably.
“oh—hey. no, she called out sick this morning from a sore throat or something. she sounded like a dying frog on the phone.”
you frown, disappointed, “aw, my poor bestie. i was gonna drag her to the food court and force her to eat real food.”
steve smiles, small and crooked, “yeah, she warned me you might show up and said to tell you she’s sorry and that you’re not allowed to make fun of her uniform while she’s not here to defend herself.”
you laugh, leaning your forearms on the cool counter, “that sounds exactly like her.”
there’s a beat of quiet, just the hum of the ice cream freezers and distant mall music. steve doesn’t move to serve anyone else, even though a couple kids are eyeing the flavors.
he’s looking at you like he’s trying to figure out a sudoku board before suddenly, his gaze drops to your shirt and lights up.
“whoa, wait—that’s new. th-the marvel shirt?”
you glance down, tugging the hem a little, “yeah... this... well, it is new to you, but it’s my favorite. my job made it and put it out on display, so i get to wear it whenever i want.”
“lucky,” steve says and he is grinning while saying so, “i’m stuck looking like a candy striper who lost a bet.”
you bite your lip to keep from laughing too loud, “it’s… iconic.”
“brutal,” he says, but he’s smiling wider. he nods at the shirt again, “so who’s your favorite marvel character?”
“the scarlet witch,” you answer without hesitation, “or wanda. she’s complicated and powerful and doesn’t take crap from anyone.... not even from her own dad.”
steve’s eyebrows lift, impressed, “good choice. she has the- um- magic, right? reality warping?”
“exactly.” you tilt your head, “wait- you actually read the comics?”
“some,” he admits which comes off a little sheepish, “enough to know you, y/n, kinda remind me of someone with the phoenix force.”
heat rushes to your cheeks so fast you have to look down at the flavor board to hide it, since you can tell steve is trying to flirt with you.
“that’s—um. that’s a hell of a compliment, harrington.”
he shrugs, but his ears are pink now, “just calling it like i see it.”
you glance up through your lashes, “okay, hotshot. who’s yours?”
steve pretends to think, tapping the scooper against the glass, “used to be professor x. bald, brilliant, reads minds. classic.”
“used to be?”
he meets your eyes, voice softer, “yeah. now it might have to be vision. guy falls for the most powerful woman in the room, doesn’t care that she could rewrite reality if she got mad. kinda brave, actually.”
your heart is doing something ridiculous like it is tripping over itself, fluttering like it’s trying to escape your ribs. you swallow, “vision’s a good one.”
steve smiles like he knows exactly what he just did to you.
he reaches under the counter without asking and starts scooping a flavor of ice cream... the cookies and cream one with two generous scoops into a waffle cone.
he slides it across to you.
you blink, “i didn’t order yet.”
“i know,” he says simply, “but robin says it’s your favorite.... and i’ve seen you stare at it through the glass like it personally seduced you by existing.”
you take the cone, fingers brushing his for half a second, “stalker.”
“observant,” he corrects, leaning forward on his elbows so he’s closer,“there’s a difference.”
you take a bite to hide your smile, the cold sweet on your tongue grounding you a little, “thank you. seriously.”
“anytime.”
replacing robin today, he asks about your shift and you ask about the worst customer he’s had today (it was a mom who let her kid lick every flavor before choosing vanilla). he tells you about the time robin accidentally called a customer “ma’am” who was definitely a “sir,” and you nearly choke laughing.
you’re so caught up you don’t notice the clock above the counter until the minute hand ticks too close to the end of your break.
“oh crap,” you mutter, straightening your posture as you adjust the bag on your shoulder, “i gotta get back to work!”
steve’s face falls just a fraction, “yeah. yea- of course.”
you start to turn, then pause. he’s watching you, now, with something nervous flickering behind his eyes since the easy flirting has quieted.
“hey,” he says quickly, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he doesn’t hurry, “before you go... um... there’s this movie coming out tomorrow. it is cat’s eye, a movie from the stephen king stories. I heard it’s creepy but good.”
you nod slowly, “yeah, i saw the poster. it looks fun.”
steve rubs the back of his neck, “cool. um. would you—maybe wanna go? with me when it comes out tomorrow night?”
the question hangs soft between you since there was no grand gesture and no audience, just steve looking hopeful and a little terrified.
that is what you loved.
you feel your smile grow until it hurts your cheeks, “yeah, harrington. i’d like that.”
steve's whole face lights up with a ridiculous amount of relief and joy, “really?”
“really.”
you take a step back, cone in hand, “pick me up after work at seven?”
“seven,” he confirms, grinning so wide it’s contagious, “i’ll be there.”
you turn to go, then glance over your shoulder right as you near the exit, “oh yeah... thanks for the ice cream, steve.”
he leans on the counter again, watching you walk away, “anytime, wanda.”
... back to the present, november 1987.
You suck! / S. Harrington
Steve Harrington x f!reader
summary: Steve has a new work crush.
w.c: 4.7k
Tags: fluff, meet cutes, sorta alt!reader, Eddie is alive and working at Family Video because canon is my bitch, timeline is also fucky with the release dates of some of the movies. Who carrrressss
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Ruin the Friendship
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
summary: You ask out your friend, Steve after pining for him for months.
word count: 2k
Thank you @the-witty-pen-name for this idea!
The mall is busier than usual with people doing their holiday shopping. And despite how cold it is outside, people really seem to want ice cream, especially the exclusive flavors they’ve added specifically to get people in the holiday spirit.
Steve is behind the counter slinging ice cream which he’s been doing since the mall opened this morning, the small store getting crowded in what feels like every few minutes. Neither him nor Robin have been able to take a break and despite how busy everything is, he can’t help but constantly glance at the little boutique that’s across the way.
He knows that Robin thinks he’s pathetic but he can’t help it. He’s in love. He was trying really hard not to be considering your friendship, but he can’t help it now. He’s had a few crushes since he started working at Starcourt but this is already different. His other crushes went away in about a week, but it’s been months and this one has yet to dissipate. Maybe this time he’ll actually get the guts to say something.
But the thing is, you’re way too out of Steve’s league. Everyone knows it, especially him. But that doesn’t mean that he’s not still head over heels. The fact that he’s deemed you unavailable makes him want you even more. He has the worst luck in wanting things that he’ll never have.
He’s scared he’ll screw everything up. He hasn’t really been with anyone since Nancy and that fucked him up much more than he will ever admit. He thinks that he subconsciously ruins any chance he has at getting a date because deep down, he’s just scared of getting hurt again. And worse, he’s terrified of hurting someone else.
He hates how bitter he feels when Vicky drops by the store to pick Robin up while he goes home alone and replays his breakup with Nancy over and over again. He knows he’s been hanging onto it for too long but the wound is so deep that he doesn’t think anything can heal it.
When Steve is pulled out of his thoughts, he’s surprised to find that the store is completely empty. He was so in his head that he was relying on his body to move on autopilot, reciting his script over and over as he mindlessly scoops the ice cream.
Robin’s about to go on her break so he’s going to be left here by himself which always somehow leads to a situation that he’ll have to take care of alone. He’s hesitant to let her go, but as soon as you walk in, he’s nothing but desperate to kick her out.
But she doesn’t leave. In fact, she leans against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest because there’s no fucking way she’s missing this. As much as she teases Steve for constantly striking out, she really does want him to be able to settle down and find someone.
“Hey, baby,” you greet like always and just like every time, it gives him butterflies. He knows you call everyone that, but he’s going to pretend that it’s just for him. Sometimes he likes to be delusional and think that you like him back and that’s why you always come to Scoops.
“Hi,” he smiles and hates that he’s feeling a blush bloom on his cheeks. “One scoop of U.S.S. Butterscotch in a waffle cone coming up.”
Hi, please can I request a stranger things ficlet where the female reader is a unpopular student who has had a crush on Steve Harrington for years, but keeps getting bullied by Tommy and Carol, so she decides to give herself a makeover, by changing her hair colour to blonde, and dressing more girly and wearing make up, and she gains popularity, but soon finds out that being popular isn’t all it seems.
thank you!!
A/N: I'm so sorry for mentioning reader having long hair after her makeover, I just didn't know how to write this otherwise because in the 80's hair was at least half of a person and not having hair would DEFINITELY stand out negatively and it wouldn't be realistic if she wants to be admired, so reader getting a makeover to look like a popular girl means a 80's model hair. If you don't happen to have hair/don't have hair that can be styled like that, please imagine wearing a wig instead.
Also I ignored the dyeing hair blonde part, I hope it's fine! I just didn't feel like that's a relevant thing to mention.
JUST AS YOU ARE
You had always felt invisible.
That’s what you basically were, honestly. The most boring girl you would see around Hawkings, the most plain, and you’d only stand out if you were in middle of real girls.
Real girls — that’s what Carol had told you, that you were not a real girl, because real girls used time on themselves, made themselves look pretty, like women have to do. She and Tommy H had made you a nickname to mirror your appearance — Rags. Because in today’s standards, washing your face and applying cream onto your pimples wasn’t enough, you’d have to drown your face into different colours and style your hair to look straight from the model magazine. A “natural girl” was screaming poor, even homeless, and that kind of thing would get you bullied.
died in your arms tonight
summary: you and steve harrington don't get along. you think he's a grade a asshole, and he thinks you have a stick up your ass. but, after nancy tells him that she doesn't love him at tina's party...you start seeing him differently
pairing: steve harrington x henderson sister! reader
word count: 1.7k
warning(s): swearing, plot inaccuracies (im too lazy to cross check so don't come for me), tension, sassy!steve, angst...
a/n: welcome to the second part of my steve fic! thanks sm for all the love on the last one, i really appreciate it :) part 1!
"Where are we going?" you mumble into the heavy silence, confused about how you ended up in a car. The interior of Steve Harrington's BMW feels foreign, a stark contrast to your usual surroundings.
"Home," he replies, his voice steady as he grips the steering wheel with one hand. The other reaches over to turn down the radio so he can hear you better.
You slowly blink your eyes open, a dull throbbing radiating from the back of your head. "What time is it?" you ask, fatigue weighing your words down, stripping away your usual sharp wit when it comes to dealing with him.
"Almost 2," Steve responds, his gaze fixed intently on the dark, winding road ahead, illuminated only by the glow of occasional streetlights.
"Oh fuck," you exclaim, a sense of dread creeping in as reality washes over you. "My mom's gonna kill me," you groan, the thought of her impending lecture worsening your headache.
Steve chuckles softly to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.
"What's so funny?" you ask, an accusatory note in your voice, turning your head to look at him, your brow furrowing in confusion.
"Nothing," he laughs sarcastically. "Just that in the span of less than three hours, my girlfriend told me she didn't love me, and somehow, you ended up in my car all in the same night."
His words hang in the air.
"Wait," you begin, trying to untangle your thoughts, "you and Nancy actually had a fight."
"Yeah," he replies with a dismissive scoff, rolling his eyes as if the whole situation was not worth his time.
You pause, the silence stretching between you, unsure how to respond to his unexpected vulnerability.
As you begin to organize your thoughts, he unexpectedly pulls the car to a halt, the engine quieting as he turns to face you. "Here," he says, his voice tinged with a weary, almost pleading tone. "Just… please, make sure you end up in bed tonight." You catch a glimpse of his concern before he looks away, breaking eye contact. You turn your head, looking out the window at the dimly lit street, the familiarity of your house looking back at you.
"Are you crazy?" you retort incredulously. You turn back to him. "I can't go back in there looking like this." You gesture to your outfit, a rumpled dress and disheveled hair. "And getting out of some random car? I'd be dead before I even close the door!" The thought of facing your mother in this state sends a shiver down your spine.
Steve exhales sharply, his frustration from tonight's events evident in his stance. "I don’t know what you want me to do," he says, his tone a mix of frustration and conflict. His brow furrows as he struggles to navigate the situation.
"Just…" you trail off, your voice barely above a whisper. You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "Can we find somewhere I can sober up? I can’t deal with my mom right now." The admission feels heavy on your tongue, but the dread of your mother’s wrath outweighs the bitter resentment you feel toward Steve.
He lets out a deep sigh, a mix of frustration and resignation evident in his voice. “Fine,” he mutters, glancing back at you with a hint of reluctance in his eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he shifts his gaze toward the street ahead. With a slow, deliberate turn of the steering wheel, he pulls away from the curb, leaving the familiarity of your house behind.
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Steve drives through the dimly lit streets, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence. As he finally pulls up to his house, he puts the car in park. You fumble with your seatbelt, heart racing as you unbuckle it, shooting a confused look at him.
Catching the uncertainty etched on your face, he offers a brief, half-hearted smile. “I didn’t know where else to go,” he says, and the sincerity in his voice only confuses you more. You swallow hard, your chest tightening as you try to understand what is happening. How did you end up at Steve Harrington's house, of all places, at 2 AM on Halloween night?
Each step feels heavy as you unbuckle your seatbelt and swing open the car door, the cool night air hitting your face. You follow after him, hesitantly making your way to his front door.
He turns away from his front door, taking slow, deliberate steps towards the wooden gate that leads to his backyard. With a gentle push, he swings the gate open, the creaking sound echoing. As he walks further into the yard, the soft, cool grass cushions his footsteps, guiding him toward the pool that reflects the moonlight.
You follow him cautiously, careful not to stumble in your heels. Each step feels dangerous, and you can't help but feel nervous. When he pauses and glances back at you, your heart skips a beat. For a brief instant, you think you catch a flicker of tenderness in his eyes. Still, it ends almost as soon as it began.
Steve eventually settles into a lawn chair beside the pool, the pool lights casting a soft glow on his face, accentuating his jawline. He pulls a cigarette from the pocket of his faded jeans, taking a deep breath. You slip into the other chair nearby, making sure to leave just enough space between you to maintain a sense of separation.
Without glancing in your direction, he subtly gestures towards the pack of cigarettes resting on the table between you, a silent invitation hanging in the air. You take a moment, considering it before leaning forward and taking one from the box. You hold the cigarette between your fingers, extending it toward him, silently requesting a light.
He reaches out with a lighter in hand, flicking it to life without ever meeting your gaze. You inhale deeply, the smoke filling your lungs, while your gaze drifts down to your feet, unsure of how to interact with him.
In an attempt to break the silence, you muster the courage to ask, “Is Nance okay?” Your voice feels fragile. You hope it might ease the awkwardness between the two of you.
Steve lets out a hearty laugh at your question, clearly caught off guard by it. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke disappearing into the air while he absently taps the ash off the tip, watching it fall to the ground. Leaning forward on his knees, he looks down, his brow furrowed in thought. “I don’t…” he begins, his voice trailing off, not sure what to say in response. He sighs deeply, glancing at his feet as if they hold the answer.
An unexpected feeling of empathy washes over you, replacing the usual annoyance and irritation. You find your gaze softening as you study the lines of his face. As the silence lingers, you decide to drop the subject.
Your eyes drift over to the pool, a reckless idea sparking in your mind. With a determined look, you rise to your feet, shifting your focus back to him. “Do you want to swim?” you ask, the words feeling both bold and slightly reckless. He looks at you, eyes wide with disbelief, as if he can’t fathom why you would suggest such a thing. You study his reaction, waiting for a response, almost second-guessing your question.
After a moment of hesitation, Steve shrugs and replies skeptically, “Be my guest.” His tone carries a hint of reluctant amusement, breaking the tension.
He remains slumped in his chair, and with a firm grip, you take his hand and pull him upward, confident in your actions despite the lingering effects of the alcohol starting to fade. You toss the cigarette aside, crushing it under your shoe.
You lock eyes with him, and you see a mix of uncertainty and curiosity, yet a hesitant smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Without giving him a moment to rethink the situation, you suddenly pull him towards the pool. You both stand at the edge, the water reflecting your recklessness back at you.
In a burst of bravery, you shove him, and he lets out a surprised yelp as he plunges into the cool water. The splash immediately hits your face as you burst into laughter.
You quickly toss your heels off, sending them flying behind you. Without hesitating, you jump in. As you break through the surface, you notice him instinctively raising his hands to shield his face from the splash. His hair is sticking out in wild directions, water dripping down his forehead. You can't help but chuckle at his disheveled appearance, and, to your delight, he laughs along, pushing the wet strands away from his face.
Suddenly, a silence envelops you both, the laughter fading as you both stare at each other. There’s a humorous absurdity to the situation, both of you soaked and breathless. Then, he inches closer, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.
His expression shifts, revealing a flicker of something deeper, you're not sure what. You find yourself unable to look away, feeling a rush of something you can't place as you take a deep breath. As his gaze drifts toward your lips, a knot of anxiety forms in your stomach.
Quickly, you look away, instinctively swimming towards the pool's stairs. The discomfort overtaking you in this moment seems to sober you up. As you climb out of the water, you leave him behind, determined to avoid the confusing feelings of the night behind.
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Worked on this all day and decided to edit it while tipsy...i think alcohol may make my writing skills better
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adoptive parents
pairings ━ steve harrington x fem!reader
synopsis ━ you and steve care for dustin, and a small joke from jonathan brings out your true feelings for steve.... despite the fact that you hate your developing feelings that are happening.
warnings ━ "enemies" (not really) to lovers. foster child!reader. based around season five. the last part is made up, since part two is not out at the time of this writing.
notes ━ not my gif.
you sit in the back of the van, as you keep a vigilant watch on the road behind you. the engine hums from under the boards beneath your legs, but it's drowned out by the constant bickering up front.
steve's hands grip the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white under the dim dashboard lights, while dustin slumps in the passenger seat, his face a mess of swelling and dried blood.
you can't stop staring at him with your heart pounding against your white shirt with a mix of fear and fury.
how did this happen?
he claims he fell off his bike, but you know that that's bullshit, and everyone in this knows it. dustin's tough, but not this tough... not to come back looking like he went ten rounds with a demogorgon himself without hopper and eleven involved.
the van jostles over a pothole, and you wince, your paranoia spiking... as the crawl... whatever the hell that monstrous mission was supposed to be in order to contact with hopper from the upside down... has now gone completely out of control.
Anchor in the Ash
Steve Harrington x reader
Summary: You get seriously hurt after following Steve into the gate at lover's lake, but he and your friends are there to help you get through it.
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The water of Lover’s Lake was freezing, a dark, oppressive cold that seemed to seep into the very marrow of your bones as you followed Steve . But as you broke the surface, gasping for air, the cold was replaced by a dry, ash-laden chill that smelled of decay and ozone.
You weren't in Hawkins anymore.
"Steve!" you yelled, your voice cracking as you broke through the gate. You had been part of this madness since the beginning—since Will Byers went missing, since the Demogorgon took Barbra. You were smart, you were tough, and after three years of dating Steve Harrington, you thought you knew exactly how to handle fear.
But nothing prepared you for the screeching.
You saw them before you heard them fully. Demobats. A swarm of them, leathery wings snapping against the stagnant air, diving straight for the spot where Steve had just surfaced.
"Steve, look out!"
He was disoriented, looking for you. He didn't see the creature diving for his throat.
Instinct took over. It was the same instinct that had kept you alive in the tunnels under the pumpkin patch, the same fire that made you stand your ground at Starcourt. You lunged. You didn't have a weapon, you only had the momentum of your own body. You shoved Steve hard, sending him splashing backward just as the creature made contact.
It didn't hit Steve. It hit you.
The impact felt like being struck by a baseball bat, winding you instantly. Then came the sharpness. The tail wrapped around your neck, dragging you toward the shore, while claws dug into your torso.
"Y/N!" Steve’s scream was raw, terrifying.
You were dragged onto the silt and gray rocks. You thrashed, kicking wildly, but another bat landed, then another. Teeth sank into your side, tearing through your jacket, through your shirt, and into skin. The pain was blinding, a white-hot lashing that made your vision spot.
"Get off her! Get off!"
Steve was there. He was suddenly a blur of motion, roaring with a primal fury you’d rarely seen, even from him. He grabbed the bat biting your ribs by its tail and ripped it off, swinging it into the ground with a sickening crunch. He stomped on another, panting, his eyes wild.
Then the cavalry arrived. Nancy, Robin, and Eddie came splashing ashore, oars and makeshift weapons swinging.
"Y/N, move! We have to move!" Nancy shouted, smashing a bat away.
Steve hauled you up. Adrenaline was currently masking the worst of it, acting as a shaky bridge over a chasm of agony. "I got you," Steve panted, his arm wrapping around your waist to support you. "I got you, babe. Come on."
The adrenaline didn't last long.
By the time you reached the cover of the woods, putting distance between the group and the lake, the adrenaline wore off. Every step sent a shockwave of torture up your spine. Your knees buckled.
"Whoa, whoa, hey," Steve caught you before you hit the dirt, lowering you gently against the trunk of a twisted, vine-covered tree.
"We need to stop," Steve barked at the others, his voice trembling. "She's hurt. Bad."
Nancy dropped to her knees beside you, her face pale in the dim, toxic light. "Let me see."
Steve’s hands were hovering over you, terrified to touch, terrified to let go. He looked like he was vibrating with anxiety. "It’s okay," he murmured, though he looked like he was about to be sick. "It’s gonna be okay."
Nancy peeled back the shredded remains of your jacket and shirt. The intake of breath from Eddie and Robin was audible. Three deep, jagged gouges ran across your left side, oozing dark blood that looked black in this lighting.
The reality of it hit you then. The pain spiked, sudden and overwhelming, and the panic set in. Your breathing hitched, turning into shallow, terrified gasps.
"Steve," you whimpered, your hands scrabbling for purchase on his arm. "Steve, it hurts. God, it hurts."
"I know, baby, I know," Steve said, his voice cracking. He immediately grabbed your hands, squeezing them tight, anchoring you. He moved so he was blocking your view of the wound. "Look at me. Hey, look at me. Don't look down. Just look at my eyes."
"I—I can't breathe right," you cried, tears mixing with the lake water on your face.
"You can. You're doing great," Steve lied, though his thumb was stroking your knuckles frantically. "Nance is gonna fix it. Right, Nance?"
"Yeah," Nancy said, her voice tight with focus. She ripped a long strip of fabric from her own clothes. "This is going to sting, Y/N. I have to apply pressure to stop the bleeding before we bind it."
"Do it," you gritted out, squeezing your eyes shut.
Nancy pressed the cloth down.
You screamed. It was a strangled, broken sound that echoed in the quiet woods.
"Shh, shh, I’ve got you," Steve pulled you into his chest, letting you bury your face in his chest. He rocked you slightly, his hand cradling the back of your head. "I’m right here."
"Is she... is she gonna be okay?" Eddie whispered to Robin, looking green.
"She has to be," Robin whispered back, her voice wobbling.
"Almost done," Nancy promised, her hands moving deftly despite the shaking. She tied the makeshift bandage tight—too tight—but it held the blood in. "That’s the best I can do until we get back."
You slumped against Steve, exhausted, your side throbbing with a dull, heavy heat. Steve kissed your wet hair, his lips lingering there. "You’re the toughest person I know," he whispered into your ear. "But don't you ever scare me like that again. You hear me? You were supposed to stay behind me."
The trek to the Creel house was a blur of pain and gray landscapes. Steve refused to let you walk on your own, bearing almost all of your weight. Every time the ground shook—the Upside Down experiencing its violent earthquakes—he shielded you with his body.
When you finally reached the house and the lights began to glow, signaling Dustin was there, the relief was palpable. You watched from the floor, leaning against the wall, as Nancy, Robin, and Steve deciphered the signals.
A gate. In the trailer.
"We have a way out," Steve said, turning to you, a fresh wave of determination in his eyes. "We're going home."
The bike ride back to the trailer park was grueling. But hope is a powerful anesthetic. When you arrived at Eddie’s trailer and saw the gate pulsing on the ceiling, defying gravity, you knew the nightmare was ending.
Dustin, Lucas, Erica and Max were on the other side, throwing the mattress down.
Robin went first. Then Nancy. Then Eddie.
"Alright," Steve said, turning to you. "Your turn. I'm gonna lift you up. Eddie's gonna catch you on the other side. Okay?"
"Okay," you breathed.
Steve lifted you as gently as he could, but the movement stretched your side, and you hissed in pain. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry," he apologized frantically.
You reached up, passing through the membrane. Gravity flipped.
For a second, you were free-falling, but strong, ring-clad hands grabbed you. Eddie Munson caught you, stumbling back onto the mattress but keeping you upright.
"Gotcha, your highness," Eddie grunted, steadying you.
"Y/N!" Dustin yelled, grinning. "You guys did it! You—"
His smile vanished when he saw the blood soaking through the makeshift bandage Nancy had applied. Lucas’s eyes went wide. "Oh my god."
"Help her up!" Steve’s voice came from the gate above, panic edging back in. "Get her to the couch!"
Steve dropped through a moment later, landing with a heavy thud and scrambling immediately to your side.
"Give her space!" Steve ordered the kids, who were crowding around.
"She's losing a lot of blood, Steve," Dustin said, his voice small.
"I know!" Steve snapped, then softened. "I know. We need... we need a first aid kit. Anything."
"I got it," Max’s voice cut through the chaos. She stepped forward, her face set in a hard line, holding a white box. "Move."
They laid you out on the table in the trailer. The adrenaline had fully worn off now, leaving only the raw, throbbing agony of the wounds.
"This is going to suck," Max warned, opening a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "Like, really suck."
"Just do it, Max," you gasped, grabbing Steve’s hand again. He was standing right beside your head, his other hand brushing the hair off your sweaty forehead.
"I'm right here," Steve murmured. "Look at me. Just focus on me."
Max poured the alcohol.
The sound you made wasn't human. You arched off the table, a sob ripping from your throat. You crushed Steve’s hand, your fingernails digging in hard enough to draw blood, but he didn't flinch. He didn't pull away.
"Fuck!" you screamed.
"I know, baby, I know," Steve leaned down, pressing his forehead against your temple. "Breathe. Just breathe. It's almost over."
Max worked quickly, her hands steady despite the grimace on her face. She packed the wound and wrapped it properly with clean gauze. "Okay," she exhaled shakily. "Okay, it's covered. It's stopped bleeding."
You lay there, trembling, chest heaving. Steve kissed your temple, then your cheek, whispering a stream of nonsensical reassurances. I love you. I got you. You're safe.
The rest of the day was a haze of planning and movement. Stealing the Winnebago. The drive to the War Zone surplus store. You insisted on coming, refusing to stay behind at the trailer or the Wheeler's house. If the world was ending, you weren't dying alone in a bed.
By the time you reached the field to prep the weapons, the pain had dulled to a constant, throbbing ache, managed by a handful of Tylenol found in the RV.
The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the tall grass. The others were busy—Dustin and Eddie were attaching nails to shield trash can lids, Nancy was sawing off the shotgun.
You were sitting on the the steps of the Winnebago, watching Steve fill glass bottles with gasoline and cloth. He looked tired. Dark circles bruised the skin under his eyes, and his shoulders were tight with tension.
"Hey," you said softly.
Steve looked up, dropping his tools. He moved to sit next to you, careful not to jostle your left side. "Hey. How’s the side? You need more water? Tylenol?"
"I'm okay," you lied.
Steve gave you a look. The 'we've been together three years, don't lie to me' look.
You looked down at your hands, picking at a loose thread on your jeans. The fear you had pushed down since the lake, the terror that you had swallowed to keep moving, suddenly bubbled up.
"I thought I was done Steve," you whispered.
Steve went still.
"When those things got me..." Your voice trembled, and tears pricked your eyes again. "I felt the cold. And I just thought... I thought, this is it." You looked up at him, a tear spilling over. "I was so scared I was going to leave you. Or that... that if I died, you’d do something stupid and get hurt trying to save me."
"Y/N..."
"I was so scared," you sobbed quietly.
Steve shifted, wrapping his arm gently around your shoulders and pulling you into him. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of you—dirt, lake water, and antiseptic, but still you.
"You didn't leave me," Steve said firmly, pulling back to cup your face in his hands. His thumbs wiped away the tears. "And I'm not going anywhere either. We’re beating this. Vecna, the Upside Down, all of it."
He looked into your eyes with an intensity that made your heart stutter.
"And when this is over," Steve continued, a small, hopeful smile touching his lips, "we’re taking that road trip. The one we talked about last summer. Just us. We’ll go to the Grand Canyon, or... or see the muffled silence of the snow in Colorado. I don't care. As long as you're there."
You laughed wetly, sniffing. "You still want the six nuggets dream?"
"Six little nuggets," Steve grinned, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. "Traveling the country in a Winnebago just like this one. Except, you know, without the stolen weapons and the demon bats."
"Sounds perfect," you whispered.
Steve’s gaze dropped to your lips. The air around you seemed to charge with static, ignoring the sounds of metal scraping and frantic planning nearby. He leaned in, closing the gap, and kissed you.
It wasn't a desperate kiss, or a terrified one. It was soft. It was a promise. It was three years of memories and a future that was fighting to exist. You melted into him, your hand coming up to rest on the back of his neck, grounding yourself in the warmth of him.
"EW!"
"GROSS!"
"GET A ROOM!"
You and Steve broke apart, laughing.
Dustin was standing twenty feet away, holding a spear and looking like he’d just bitten into a lemon. Erica was beside Lucas, arms crossed, looking unimpressed. Even Eddie was grinning.
"We are preparing for war!" Dustin shouted, gesturing wildly. "Can we keep the sucking face to a minimum? Please?"
"Yeah, come on, Harrington," Eddie called out. "Clock's ticking!"
Steve rolled his eyes. He looked back at you, that signature Steve Harrington smirk returning.
"Kids," he muttered, shaking his head. "Ruining my mojo."
You laughed, the sound genuine and light, the pain in your side forgotten for just a second. You leaned your head on his shoulder. "I love you, Steve."
Steve kissed the top of your head, holding you tight. "I love you too. Now let's go kill a wizard so I can take you on vacation."
Your 'Girl'
Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader
Summary: Despite being in a relationship with Steve, you've never been able to let go off your insecurities when it comes to the brave, smart, gorgeous woman who had his heart before you ever did. And Steve's actions only seem to confirm your fears. (Scenes from Stranger Things, Season 4)
Warnings: Angst, angst and more angst, insecurities, suspected infidelity in established relationship, no use of y/n
"Woah woah woah- Nance- Nance! Where're you going?"
Before you realize what's happening, Steve lets go off your hand, the comforting familiar warmth of his touch suddenly gone. You turn, just as he bounds after.... Nancy.
You pause, your mouth opening in a question, before you think better of it and abruptly press your lips back together.
"Oh there's just... something I wanted to check out first," Nancy shrugs nonchalantly.
"Something you maybe want to share with the rest of us?" Dustin's quick to ask, his tone rightfully suspicious as your own eyes narrow.
The girl chooses secrecy now of all times?
"I don't want to want to waste your time. It's a real shot in the dark."
"I think we're at a stage where we're still exploring every possible route, Nancy," you mutter, a humourless chuckle escaping your lips. "Anything you're thinking, you can share with us. I promise we won't laugh." You add, your eyes flicking to the ground as you shake your head.
You know your tone's unnecessarily cold- anyone with a working ear and a brain could make it out- but you can't help it. There's just something about Nancy Wheeler that brings out the worst in you.
Actually, you do know what it is.
You can't not know, as you see your boyfriend's eyes soften when Nancy hesitates, clearly unwilling to voice her thoughts- concerns, whatever they are.
"It's too dangerous to go off on your own right now, Nance, you know that," Steve says slowly, the automatic tenderness in his voice as he addresses her twisting something inside you. "Flying solo with that Vecna creep on the loose?It's too dangerous, you- you need someone to..."
You see the gears turning in his head as he trails off, staring at Nancy like he knows exactly what he wants to do, but just needs that little push, that little motivation to actually go through with it.
You know what he's going to suggest before he even says it.
"Steve-" you start, but he's already turning to you, a determined look in his eyes as he flicks his keys over to you.
You fumble to catch them. "Here you go babe, I'll stick with Nance. You guys take the car and go check out the shrink." His mouth turns up at the corner in what you think is supposed to be a reassuring smile, but you're having none of it.
"Wha- Steve, you can't just-"
"That isn't necessary, Steve, I can go on my own," Nancy supplies, her eyes flicking between the two of you. She's clearly trying to be helpful, but you can't help the bitter resentment that burns in your chest as you look at her.
"Of course it is! You can't be alone right now, none of us should be alone. Who knows what can happen?" Steve shoots at Nancy.
"So what- you're just leaving me alone here-"
"You're not alone, babe you've got Robin and Dustin and Max."
You scoff. "Are you kidding me, Steve? You know what I mean... I-," you make a split second decision. "I'm coming with you, then."
Steve's eyebrows raise. But before he can say anything else, Robin interrupts.
"Sorry to... butt in, but I don't think any of you'd want me driving Steve's car."
"Why?" You spit out.
"I don't have my license!"
You gawk. "Why don't you have your license?"
"Because I'm.... poor."
"Oh for the love of-" you bring a hand to your eyes, your patience ebbing, the fight draining out of you rapidly. Leaving behind nothing but that same cold, hard, ugly insecurity that you've never truly gotten over ever since you started dating Steve Harrington.
And at this rate? You don't think you ever will.
"Just fucking go then, Steve." You finally murmur.
You hear him sigh. "Babe.." He takes a step toward you.
"Alright, okay this is stupid," Robin exclaims, grabbing Dustin's walkie from his back and marching over to where Nancy stands.
"I will go with Nancy, you know us... ladies," she says with a pointed look in your direction, the message in her eyes evident. "You stay with your girl and the kids, dingus."
'Your girl'... oh please, you think bitterly. Some girl of his you were. You fight the urge to roll your eyes at Robin's words as she gives you all an awkward little salute, turning around to set off down the opposite path, Nancy following a second later.
"Be careful!" Dustin calls out after them, although you can barely hear him through the cloud of heaviness descending over your head. Heaviness that feels an awful lot like a burning pit of disappointment.
"Baby-" Steve finally starts, but you don't give him an opportunity to finish. You throw his keys back at him, not bothering to look up at him as you promptly turn around and walk back to his car.
You hear him sigh as he follows you, and the sound only serves to fuel your anger. He's letting out a sigh?
"Sweetheart, it's not-"
"Just get in the godamned car, Steve!" You snap at him. "And you two," you suddenly say, turning your attention to Max and Dustin. "Are you just going to stand there and gawk? Get in the car!"
Max looks like she wants to say something, her mouth opening, but Dustin gives her a look, and whatever it is she sees in it, her mouth falls shut once more. Barely though, it seems.
You don't have the strength to decipher the look. Or do anything else other than walk over to Steve's car, brushing off his hand as he reaches out to touch your shoulder. You yank open the car door and slide into to the passenger's side, slamming the door shut hard enough to make Steve wince.
Good, you think pettily. Let him suffer.
"Sooo, are we going to talk about it... then?"
"I'm sorry? Talk about what?"
"About your temporary insanity this morning, when you practically threw yourself at Nance?"
Your ears perk up, Dustin's words slicing through the haze of sleep still clouding you mind as you lie curled up in the backseat of Steve's car, though your eyes remain firmly closed.
"I- wha- that is not what happened," Steve says immediately, indignant defensiveness flooding his tone.
"It kinda is, buddy, there were a... lot of witnesses..." There's a pause, and you realize they're probably looking at you. You only hope your features mimic those of a sleeping person's, trying to school your breathing slow and even.
"I- I have a girlfriend, man, are you- are you implying that I still have a thing for Nance?"
Any person who doesn't know Steve inside out would probably think he sounds genuine enough as he says that, the disbelief in his voice at Dustin's implication convincing enough on the surface.
But not for you. You can tell there's something else he's thinking, something he's not brave enough to voice, or even acknowledge, perhaps. The thought makes you feel sick.
Dustin seems to realize the same thing.
"You know I'm only saying this because I know you have a girlfriend, Steve..." he says slowly. "She doesn't deserve this-"
"I- Henderson... I love her! I- You know that. You know I wouldn't do that to her, right? You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt her."
The hint of desperation in Steve's voice as he wills Dustin to believe him, to believe that he loves you, makes your heart clench. Your chest constricts in sorrow, squeezing your lungs till you feel you can't breathe normally anymore.
Because not only is he trying to make Dustin believe him, it sounds like he's trying to convince himself too.
And the worst part?
You love him too. Achingly, disgustingly much. And you're not sure you could stop even if you wanted to.
Dustin stays quiet after that. And you think to yourself how this is probably the first time you've ever seen the kid have nothing to say.
A/N: Let me know if you'd like a Part 2, and a gentle reminder that likes, reblogs and comments make me realllllly reallly happy
Across the Radio Waves - Oneshot
Requested by @borhapgirlforlife19. I hope you enjoy it lovely! <3
Ask: Can I request a fluffy Steve Harrington x fem! reader long oneshot where Steve is working at the radio station and gives a loving shoutout to reader while she is listening and reader comes and visits him at the radio station later in the day?
Hawkins General was chronically understaffed. This was not the biggest surprise, considering the whole 'locked-in-under-military-supervision' chaos that Hawkins was currently experiencing, but it did mean that your choice to become a nurse straight after high school may have been a lapse in judgement.
That was not to say that you didn't love being a nurse. You did - completely, utterly, and truly, love it (even if the striped uniforms left a lot to be desired in the fashion department). The only caveat of it was that with a minimal nurse population, and the whole population of Hawkins being bored enough that the birth rate was only going up, you were often pulling double shifts. Some days you were in the hospital for a solid eighteen hours. One time it had been a whole twenty-four hours when both the night-nurses had called in sick for your ward.
This meant that you were spending far, far, less time with the people you wanted to. Mainly, your best friend Robin, and of course, your boyfriend Steve.
take my hand
summary: Steve tries his hardest to make a move, but every time he gets close to saying the words, your younger brother Dustin interrupts him. Every. Single. Time. word count: 9.3k+ pairing: steve harrington x henderson!fem!reader notes: every time a new season of stranger things comes out, my obsession and love for steve harrington comes back. so, this is my first time writing for him! i've read pretty much every steve x shy!reader fic out there and since i have this account now i thought i'd try my hand at writing for him warnings/tags: no use of y/n, reader is dustin's older sister, shy!reader, takes place at some point in between seasons (aka steve works at family video), dustin is accidentally cockblocking steve and his sister, yearning!steve, dustin is pure chaos, fluff, robin is done with steve's shit and excuses, steve is a bit awkward when it comes to romance
The Henderson house was always a little too full of noise, but it wasn’t the kind that grated on you. It was the kind you’d grown up with. Dustin’s voice carried down the hallway while you sat in the living room sorting through a pile of tapes Steve had let the two of you borrow. Someone had returned Back to the Future without rewinding it, and Steve would absolutely yell about “proper tape etiquette” the next time he saw Dustin. You smiled to yourself as you sifted through the stack.
Soft knocking sounded at the front door. It wasn’t frantic—not monster-knocking—just two taps and a beat. The kind Steve used when he didn’t want to startle anyone. You pushed up from the floor, dusted your hands on your jeans, and opened the door to find him leaned against the frame in that casual way of his that was way too intentional to be casual.
Don't Say a Word
Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: While stuck in the middle of Steve and Jonathan's arguing, you out your secret relationship with Steve to shut them up.
Author's Note: The new season got some gears turning. Season five spoilers, of course. Say a prayer for Steve's saftey in the next part (I'm scared)
All you had heard for the last hour and a half were bouts of childish bickering followed by stretches of silence. It was a seemingly endless cycle that made you want to scream at both of the boys. Steve sat in the front of the WSQK van manning the wheel while Jonathan was crouched in the back focusing on the satellite. You sat on the floor between the two with the radio, trying to get ahold of your little brother. He should have been here a while ago.
You have worried about him a lot since Eddie died. As if losing a friend isn’t enough, all of Hawkins High now thought Dustin was friends with a murderer. He didn’t tell you much about what went on at school, but you knew it couldn’t have been easy. You called for him again on the radio, but got no response.
“Damnit, where the hell is he?” You asked no one in particular. Steve turned back to face you, looking all apologetic and equally as worried as you. He glanced in the rear view mirror to make sure Jonathan was still focused on the tech in front of him. When he knew the coast was clear, he reached back and grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. You met his eyes and sighed, knowing his mind was running just as fast as yours. He smiled at you as he let your hand go, not wanting to get caught like this. Not today.
You’d known Steve for most of your life, as you’d always gone to the same school. Though you didn’t pay him any mind until the Upside Down opened. You were always with Jonathan or Nancy just trying to keep all of your siblings alive when he suddenly entered the picture. It was odd at first, to see King Steve being all buddy-buddy with your little brother. But he grew on you fast.
He became your best friend. Then your boyfriend, though no one but Robin knew about that yet. It just wasn’t a good time with the constant world-ending threats you were dealing with. Plus, the two of you were confident Dustin would freak out. Probably ignore both of you for a while. That wouldn’t work while you were trying to take down Vecna. So for now, it was a secret.
You had known Jonathan for just as long. You never meant to become so close to him, but when your brothers became best friends in elementary school, you saw each other more and more every day. You also went to school together, so it just made sense that you became good friends. By high school, you were driving the kids places together, babysitting together, and even just hanging out on your own. It was nice.
Just as the silence was settling over the van again, Jonathan cursed under his breath while fiddling with the satellite.
“Need help back there?” Steve asked. Here we go again, you thought.
“Yeah, like you could help me with this,” Jonathan scoffed. You buried your face in your hands, ready for another round of arguing.
“Do you hear anything?” You asked Jonathan, trying to break the boys up before they could get into it. But they ignored you. Jonathan’s eyes were locked on Steve’s, seeing red before either of them had said much of anything.
You knew what this was about. Jonathan thinks Steve is still into Nancy. You and Steve both knew that was far from the truth, but you just couldn’t prove it without exposing your relationship.
“It can’t possibly be that hard,” Steve remarked. You sighed, deciding to give up and fade back into the background.
“Oh really? You think you could do this? Wanna come try it and show off for Nancy again?” He was yelling now, and that means Steve would start yelling too.
“Oh my god, I am not trying to impress Nancy. How many times do I have to tell you?” Steve glanced down at you, but you didn’t notice. You hated this conversation. Steve knows you hated this conversation. You believed Steve wholeheartedly, but hearing his past relationship brought up so often was starting to weigh on you.
“However many times it takes for me to believe you.” Jonathan stared at Steve, anticipating another loud rebuttal. But Steve just huffed and turned back around.
“My girlfriend believes me,” he simply stated. You whipped your head up and caught Steve’s expression in the mirror. He was completely stone faced, but with a mischievous look in his eye only you would recognize. You bit back a grin. Jonathan hadn’t said a word, just looking at Steve with his jaw on the floor.
“You don’t have a girlfriend.” Jonathan said it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I do,” Steve said. That’s how you knew he was done arguing with Jonathan. But Jonathan wasn’t satisfied yet.
“Alright then, who is she?” He asked. You decided to play along.
“Yeah, who is she?” You repeated. Steve cracked a smile at that.
“Not telling.” He said. Jonathan was looking at you now, like you were both finding this out at the same time. You played innocent and matched his surprised expression.
“Why the hell would you have a secret girlfriend?” Jonathan asked, skeptical as always. Steve just shrugged.
“We got bigger fish to fry right now than me going around telling everyone about my girlfriend.” It was the truth, but not the whole truth. You are having fun now. You waited a moment, debating if you should say anything. Nobody else spoke, so you filled the silence.
“Plus her little brother would freak the fuck out if he found out his best friend was dating his sister,” you offered, no longer suppressing your smile. Steve raised his eyebrows at you, shocked by your admission, but not upset. Relieved, even. Jonathan, on the other hand, was aghast. Suddenly the big van felt small as you and Steve waited for a response.
“Wait-” Jonathan sputtered. “You?” He pointed at you. “And you?” Then he pointed at Steve. You noddled, giggling, while Steve threw his hands up in the air. You thumbed under the neckline of your shirt and pulled out a gold chain that had a little S charm at the bottom.
Steve had bought it for you just two months ago, and you hadn’t taken it off once. You were, however, very careful to keep it tucked under your clothes when other people were around.
“See?” You showed him. “Proof.”
“Believe me now Byers?” Your boyfriend said. You hoped they’d get over themselves and get along now. Jonathan sat back against his heels, eyebrows knit together like he was doing complicated math or something.
“How long?” Is all he said.
“Eight months,” You confessed. You looked at Steve, who was clearly enjoying this. His lips were quirked up in that big stupid grin of his, which made you laugh again.
“Eight months? And nobody knows?”
“Robin knows.” Steve declared. You were going to tell no one, but then Robin burst into Steve’s room while you were asleep in his bed, in his clothes. There was no lying your way out of that situation. You thought by now she’d surely have given you guys away, but she was very committed to keeping your secret.
“But you can’t tell anyone.” You demand, no longer giggling. “Especially my brother. He’s having a rough enough time, let’s not add to that.”
“Relax,” Jonathan raises his hands in surrender. “I’m not gonna go talking about who you make out with in your free time,” He chuckled now. You scrunched up your face as his choice of words.
“Ew,” you muttered. Steve shot you a look.
“Making out with me is ‘ew’?”
You didn’t have time to think up a response, because something outside the window caught your eye. Or, someone. It was Dustin, walking towards the van only two hours late. Something looked off, so you adjusted your glasses and squinted to get a better look. Dustin had two black eyes and a bloody nose. The alarm bells in your head went off immediately as you tucked your necklace back under your shirt and hopped out of the van.
Before you ran right to Dustin, you turned back to Jonathan and whispered,
“Don’t say a word.” You ran to your brother before waiting for Jonathan to agree.
2 Lines, No way back | Steve Harrington
Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Word count: 2.2k
warnings: angst, cuss words, pregnancy, blood, not proofread (yet!) and maybe more. idk SLIGHT SEASON 5 SPOILERS
Series summary: You find out you’re pregnant with Steve’s child right before the Crawl. The crawl turns out horribly, the night ending with you being taken by the Demogorgan.
PART 2 OF 2 Lines, One Disaster (READ FIRST)
Authors Note: Hi! Thank you so much for the love and support on part 1!! I’m going to be turning this into a mini-series!! This was very hard to write, since only volume 1 is out right now so most of this chapter and later chapters are based on my imagination. i hope you enjoy!
You scream, grabbing onto a tree branch before it breaks.
You try to find anything to grab on, a rock, a plant, a tree, a branch, a bush, anything.
There’s not much in the Upside Down though. Everything is dead. There are these weird branch worm things on the floor everywhere, but every time you tried to grab one, it would move. It was like, they were the only thing here alive.
Two Lines, One Disaster | Steve Harrington
Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Word count: 2.5k
warnings: angst, cuss words, pregnancy, not proofread (yet!) and maybe more. idk SLIGHT SEASON 5 SPOILERS
Summary: You find out you’re pregnant with Steve’s child right before the Crawl.
Part 2: here
Authors Note: This was requested by anon! I accidentally responded with something else but anon if you see this, I hope it lives up to your expectations. I’m a little rusty so I’m sorry if it sucks lol.
You swallow nervously, arms wrapped around yourself as you watched Murray pass out everyones requested groceries.
You were two weeks late.
You and Steve had sex a little over a month ago.
Murray is a nice guy. He’s also sarcastic and blunt. When asking for the pregnancy test, you asked if he could give it to you at a later time so nobody would know.
To the boy I loved before / Steve Harrington
pairings: Steve Harrington x f!reader
summary: Dustin’s disappointed by his sister recent decline into loneliness, and after a new discovery that gives him an opportunity to unite his two favorite people—a certain light comes back into you life:
W.c: 6.3k
Tags: friends to strangers to lovers, Steve is an asshole and he knows, barb mention, Dustin is evil and scheming, mostly angst and freaking out in this one, all the fluff and love and smut will be in the next part
A/n: this is a two parter in the name of not rushing the ending due to work count :) I might have rushed through the editing for
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