Steve Harrington S4 x Reader
Steve hasn’t taken his eyes off me in hours.
Not when Dustin and Eddie argue about Vecna.
Not when the lights flicker.
Not even when Robin trips over absolutely nothing.
He’s watching me like if he blinks, something will take me.
Finally, he makes his way off the coach, storming towards with me with intention. Grabbing my wrist gently but firmly, pulling me to my bedroom, not bothering to tell anyone else. As we reach my room, he shuts the door behind me. I sit on my multicolour sheets looking at him expectantly.
“We need to talk about something.”
I pause where I’m sitting on the bed, brushing my hair over my shoulder. “That tone never leads to anything fun.”
“This isn’t a joke,” Steve says, jaw tight. He moves closer, kneeling in front of me so we’re eye level. His hands land on my knees, warm and steady, even though I can tell he’s freaking out inside. “If Vecna—” He stops, swallowing hard. “If anything happens, we need a song.”
“Yeah. Like Max. Music pulls you back. Grounds you.” His thumbs press a little too firmly into my legs. “You don’t go anywhere without me, and you keep headphones on you at all times. Got it?”
Overprotective doesn’t even begin to cover it.
“Steve,” I say gently, cupping his cheek. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t know that,” he snaps, then immediately softens. “I just- I can’t lose you, okay?”
My chest tightens, but I smile anyway. The sight of his puppy dog eyes making me swoon, I sigh before caving. “Alright. A song.”
His shoulders relax just a bit. “Good. So… what is it?”
I pretend to think, tapping my chin. Then, casually, “Never, Never Gonna Give Ya Up. Barry White.” I preach proudly.
“It's a great song,” I add sweetly.
His face twists like I just told him I enjoy eating cereal with water. “Absolutely not.”
I laugh. “What? It’s romantic.”
“It’s sexy,” he argues. “Do you know how weird it would be if you’re floating in the air, possessed by a murder monster, and suddenly Barry White starts crooning? It is not Vecna appropriate,” he argues.
My face drops as I send him a deadpanned look.
"Vecna appropriate?" I shake my head in disbelief. "Barry White is iconic, if I'm fighting for my life I want to have him whispering in my ear while I do it." I joke.
I slide off the bed before he can stop me.
"Ew." Steve scrunches his eyes up as he shakes the thought from his head, "Why can't you just pick a normal song? Bowie? Madonna? What is wrong with you?" Steve rants, waving his hands about.
I ignore him, crossing the room and setting the record on the player. “Steve.” I grin playfully.
Smooth. Sensual. Deep. Dramatic.
Steve groans. “Oh my god.” Pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes dramatically.
I turn toward him, already swaying, letting the rhythm take over. I sing along softly, dragging the words out, letting my hips move just to mess with him. Rubbing my hands slowly up my sides, trying to ignore the laughter bubbling up at myself.
“Don’t,” he warns, but I see a smile cracking through now.
I step closer, hands moving to slide up his chest, lowering my voice as I sing the one part I know he can’t escape.
“Never, never gonna give ya up…”
“That’s- that’s unfair,” he laughs, hands landing on my waist. “You’re weaponizing Barry White.”
I tilt my head, pretending to seduce him like I’m in some over the top romance movie, singing nonsense between the real words, making it dramatic and ridiculous. He breaks completely, laughter spilling out as he shakes his head.
“If Vecna sees this,” he says, breathless, “he’s gonna leave on his own.”
I grin and pull him into a slow, clumsy dance. “See? It works.”
He sighs, resting his forehead against mine, arms tightening protectively around me. “I still hate the song.”
“But you’ll remember it,” I say quietly.
His smile softens. “Yeah. I will.” He sways with me, just a little. “And if anything tries to take you, I’m dragging you back. Even if it is this creepy song.” Gaining a beaming smile from me.
The record spins.
Barry White hums.
And for a moment, Steve Harrington lets himself loose. Revelling in the fact we are together. Through it all.
