okok, could you write a steve harrington oneshot?
i was thinking about max's cemetary scene in season 4. vecna gets the reader while she's with everyone else and kinda happens to her what happened to max (like she starts floating (??) too and everything), but they manage to save her because steve remembered her favourite song. and then it could be like steve trying to calm down comforting the reader. they could be dating or just friends, whatever you want
thanks in advance! also, i'm sorry if anything is hard to understand, english isn't my first language😔
𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: Thank God Steve knows your favorite song.
Warnings: hurt, swearing, reader almost becomes a pretzel iygwim, a little comfort at the end, reader has hair, takes place during season 4.
Word count: ~2.3k
this is all my original work so please do not copy!!
“I’m gonna go get a glass of water.”
Those were the last words you uttered before getting up from Mike’s basement couch and starting up the creaky wood steps.
It was a Friday night at the Wheeler’s residence and the Party was talking about strategies in the basement, the ultimate goal being to defeat Vecna. Of course, no one had a clue about who Vecna’s next victim would be or even why that person would be chosen. So far Chrissy Cunningham, Fred Benson, and Patrick McKinney were the ones who were killed by whatever this thing was, not to mention the fact that Max was about two seconds away from the same fate at the cemetery the other day too.
The only lead that came out of everything was music: it’s what helped Max snap out of the trance Vecna had held her in. It scared the hell out of everyone, and so now cassettes are a necessity when going anywhere alone.
But there yours sat. On the couch. In Mike’s basement. While you were upstairs getting water.
Your sneakers thud against the tile flooring once you reached the top of the stairs, a tired sigh escaping your lips as you made your way toward the kitchen. Life hasn't been treating you so well lately, and no, it wasn’t just about the recent deaths. You felt like a burden to everyone around you, like you were dragging everyone down on any possible lead that they had because you couldn’t keep up. The weird thing was, you had never felt like this before. Ever. Even with its suddenness, the feeling still hit you like a train.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The sound always comes when your mind is in the dirt, when you beat yourself up over and over again. It drums in your head, makes your thoughts echo around. You’d always assumed it was your mind playing tricks on you, purposely making you do this to yourself, but somehow this time everything feels different.
You shake your head, rolling your eyes at yourself for overthinking the situation. You open one of the kitchen cabinets and take out a glass, shutting it and padding over to the sink. You turn on the tap and place the glass under, watching with careful eyes as the cup fills up with water.
You can faintly hear the sound of everyone laughing downstairs, Steve’s sticking out to you especially. He always stuck out to you, though, that’s not new. Your boyfriend had a way of making you feel like you actually mattered, like your existence didn’t exhaust the people around you. His eyes would light up every time you so much as breathed, hazel reflecting how lovesick he really was. You had to admit you loved it. Steve was just so… Tick. Tick. Tick.
Your gaze snaps down onto your glass cup, which is now overflowing with water.
“Shit.”
Quickly, you turn the tap off and lean over the sink, steadily bringing the glass to your lips to drink some of the water. It’s then that you realize the laughter coming from the basement has faded into an eerie silence, the only sound being the loud ticking. An uneasy knot twists in your stomach, which you try to soothe with a gulp of water. Your throat stays dry, a chill rolling up your spine when you finally decide you should get back down to the basement.
But it’s already there. The old, oak grandfather clock that’s certainly not the Wheeler’s.
“Steve!” you call out, setting your glass on the counter and backing away from the clock.
Your voice echoes in the emptiness of the house, which you’re now very aware of as you maneuver as far away as you can from the damn thing.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Y/N,” someone says, and you can only assume it’s Vecna.
With wide eyes you look around, frantically planning your escape route. More pleas of help fall from your lips, as if your fate has already been sealed— which it really seems like it has. Even as you dig through one of the kitchen drawers to search for a knife, the chance of you making it out of this alive was slim. Practically nothing.
Downstairs, Steve is impatiently waiting for you to get back. The Party teases him for being clingy, and as much as he denies it, he knows it's true. It shows in the way he taps his foot against the concrete basement floor, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees while he listens to Dustin formulating a plan. He wasn’t really listening though, he was awaiting your return from upstairs.
“You think that Vecna—”
“No, I know!”
“Same difference.”
“That’s an oxymoron.”
“Oh my God will you two just shut up?!”
The sound of glass hitting the floor rings through the air, the bickering stopping in an instant. Everyone can tell something is off, it’s painfully clear because heads turn and eyes meet in panic. Steve’s the first one up, jolting up off the couch and up the stairs before anyone else can even protest. The Party follows behind, footsteps dully thudding against the wooden steps in a rush.
You stand right by the sink, glass shattered on the floor and eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your eyes twitch and move around in their sockets, a sign that you’re fighting bigger battles in your head. Clearly.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Dustin yells, everyone else erupting into a frenzy.
Steve already stepped up to you, hands placed firmly on your shoulders as he attempted to shake you awake. He yells your name, a desperate try to get you to wake. Max and Lucas have come up to you too, screaming out your name.
“Where’s her cassette?!” Steve suddenly asks, voice frantic as he looks around, running out of the kitchen in search of it, “Get her that Cyndi Lauper song! Uh— shit— Time After Time!”
Eddie begins looking around too, heavy boots slamming onto the ground as he runs upstairs to look for it. Dustin descended downstairs, having seen you carrying it on the way into the house, and praying to God that it’s down there.
Steve’s still by your side, calling out your name and firmly holding your arms.
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, wake up—”
Inside your head, you’re running, knife in hand as you weave through the Wheeler’s house. You can hear the sound of Steve’s voice reverberating in the house, his pleas for you to snap out of your trance painting over the sound of the ticking clock.
“Steve?!” You half scream half sob, looking over your shoulder only to see Vecna a few feet away, leisurely following you throughout the house. Vecna laughs at your cries for help, the sound rumbling through the house. As if trying to escape was just a game.
“You cannot escape me,” he states, reaching a hand out to shut the door in front of you.
You bang on the wood with your hand before deciding to give up, turning to run up the stairs instead to buy you more time— but Vecna doesn’t plan on giving you more time. He uses his powers to stop you as you reach the landing, keeping you frozen while he slowly takes his time walking up the stairs. Lazily, almost.
“I told you that you could not run from me,” he darkly says, turning you around to face him, “Your friends don’t want you here anyways. Let me take this burden away.”
Vecna reaches a hand up to brush a tear from your cheek, the gesture only disturbing you that much more. You try to push him away, but your hands are no use compared to the sheer force of his mind. The pressure of his powers sends you flying into the wall behind you, causing you to cry out in pain. A shuddering breath racks through you, back already feeling sore as you are pressed up more against the wall.
“This will be over soon enough,” Vecna sneers, “You belong to me.”
“No!” you scream, wildly kicking and thrashing in his grasp.
In the kitchen, your frame begins to rise, feet slowly levitating off of the ground until you’re only about a foot away from the ceiling. Steve’s eyes widen, losing his grasp on you as you start floating too high.
“No, no, no, no, she’s levitating!” Steve yells, earning faint shouts from the other boys in the other rooms.
Dustin comes bolting up the basement stairs with your cassette tape in hand, along with Eddie and Mike.
“I found her cassette,” Dustin pants, quickly handing it over to Steve, “But—”
“I found a boombox.”
Everyone turns to look at Eddie, surprised to find that he didn’t come empty handed. Steve doesn’t have any time to form words, so he just roughly grabs the technology out of Eddie’s hands. With skilled hands, he inserts the cassette tape into the boombox and hits play.
Lying in my bed again. I hear the clock tick and I think of you.
The song plays out to the maximum volume it can, but it doesn’t put Steve at any ease. He nervously watches you, foot tapping against tile with his arms crossed. Lucas and Max hold hands together, and that only makes Steve feel more terrified. You’re his everything, and if you don’t make it out alive, Steve thinks he might not make it out of this house either.
“I’m right here!” He calls out, hope simmering in his stomach, “I know you’re in there!”
Dustin moves to stand closer to Steve, searching his facial expressions and only finding pure fear.
If you’re lost, you can look, and you will find me time after time.
The lyrics seep in through the walls and straight to your chest, and Vecna notices too. His grip on you falters slightly, eyes twitching in frustration, psychic hold on you dissolving for a split second— and so you take a chance.
Just like the one you took when you told Steve Harrington you liked him. You were a blushing mess, but you did it. Or even your first kiss with him, when you both sat in his BMW in his driveway and talked for thirty minutes before he asked if he could kiss you. And the time you snuck out and risked getting caught by your parents just so you could go see Steve work at Scoops Ahoy. The way he talked to his regular customers and the faint taste of Cherry Jubilee on his tongue was worth it.
That’s all you need to use all your strength left and knee Vecna right in his sternum. He stumbles back and you collapse onto the ground, taking in a deep breath of air as you crawl towards the stairs. Your nails dig into the thick carpet, dragging yourself closer and closer to the edge. At the bottom of the stairs is a portal, and it shows you levitating in the Wheeler’s kitchen, Steve, Lucas, Max, Dustin, Mike, and Eddie surrounding you and screaming your name.
You don’t even have time to form words, you just scramble to your feet and run. In a frenzy, you trip down the last few steps, rolling onto the hardwood floor below and crying out in pain. The portal is right in front of you, so close you can feel a cool breeze blowing onto your face from the outside world.
If you fall, I will catch you, I’ll be waiting time after time.
You haul yourself closer to it, grabbing the edge before pulling yourself in.
With a gasp, you open your eyes and fall to the floor with a thud. Tears are already pouring down your face, sniffles escaping you as you cling onto Steve.
“Hey, hey, I’m right here,” Steve tries to murmur, but the utter distress in his voice manages to creep in, “I’m right here, honey, I’ve got you.”
You turn to gaze up at him, sinking into his warm touch even more.
“I— I—”
“I know, shh, I’ve got you. I’m right here, baby.”
Everyone has crowded around you now, eyes wide in shock, Cyndi Lauper still blaring in the background. Their intense stares make your stomach churn, chest heaving with pent up anxiety from the prior situation still.
“Are you alright?” Eddie asks, metal rings catching in the kitchen light.
“What do you think, man?” Steve snaps, making everyone shrink away from the two of you subconsciously.
You don’t have the energy in you to answer, so you bury yourself in Steve’s neck and fist his shirt. Steve holds you tightly against him, even as uncomfortable as it is on the kitchen floor, because he’s honestly just happy you’re alive. He reaches a hand up to comb through your hair, the strands running through his fingers while his other hand traces up and down your back.
“We should get started on looping that song,” Dustin quietly suggests, breaking the silence, “And clean up that glass.”
The group nods in agreement, slowly shuffling away from you and Steve on the floor. You tiredly look up, eyes slowly blinking up at the Party with exhaustion. They all seem to have aged from terror alone, giving weak exhausted smiles, as if this situation was all their fault, before dispersing off to do clean up.
Steve’s arms tighten around you, pulling you into his chest. He leans back onto one of the kitchen cabinets, hand moving from your hair to your cheek.
“I love you,” He murmurs softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and delicately kissing your nose.
“I love you too.” You mumble back, eyes meeting Steve’s, your gazes exchanging in their own silent conversation.
Silence fills the air, because neither of you want to talk about the fact that Vecna’s got a plan, and he’ll make damn sure it doesn’t fail again.
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