Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson(technically)!Reader (Eventually)
Warnings: Parent loss, parent being terminally ill.
Summary: Dustin’s cousin is forced to visit Hawkins, by her terminally ill mother, to take a break from looking after her. How does the young adult react to a new country, and more importantly, how does she react to the craziness that is Hawkins?
A/N: Sorry for the long wait, working on a big ass project with @aseasyasdeanspie , but part 1 is hereeee, so enjoy! If you want to be tagged, just ask!
Word Count: 1219
MASTERLIST
INTRO |
I wasn’t really used to being woken up by the sound of children shouting, but might as well get used to it now eh? I looked at the wall clock, 9:06, only slept like 2 hours. My eyes were sore and my head was pounding, I wasn’t very happy, let's just leave it at that. I got out of bed, ignoring what I looked like and basically stormed out of my room. I arrived at the hallway and was greeted by Dustin and his friends playing twister, I cleared my throat out, and Dustin turned around with his chubby grin which makes my day brighter every time I see it, he hasn’t changed at all…
“You feeling okay Y/N/N? You look a bit rough…” I turned to look into the mirror which was placed on the wall. I wish he was wrong, but sadly he was right, I looked like shit, in front of a cute guy… WHY LORD WHY?!
“Thanks, Dusty, thank you so much…”
“I think you look great…” I turned to the guy with nice hair, why not introduce myself in the worst state possible. I held out my hand and he shook it, when his hand touched mine I felt something shoot through me, I felt warm, safe even, and I could tell he felt it too.
“Y/N, Y/N Henderson, and you are?”
“Steve, Steve Harrington, at your service.” The first kid introduced themselves as Mike, then Lucas, Jane, Will and Max, Dustin did as a joke, I saw a skateboard lying against the door frame.
“Whose skateboard is that?” I walked over to it, pulling my hair up into a ponytail.
“Mine,” Max said. I smiled slightly before getting an idea. I into my room again, unzipping my suitcase, I picked up my longboard, which leads to my packed clothes. I ran my finger across the side of it before smiling to myself. I walked into the living room, and the kids and Steve turned around. Max’s eyes lit up quickly, “I know it’s dark and all, but wanna go for a skate?”
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The thing I love about skating is how free you feel. You feel as though you can do anything. I mean, you can’t, but you can always dream. I had Max next to me, the kids on their bikes behind me, Steve decided to drive behind us, because he needed to look after the kids. He is such a mum. I felt the wind through my hair and for a second, I forgot all my problems. I forgot about England. I forgot about everything. It wasn’t until I was blinded by two headlights in front of me I became unbalanced and fell off my board. I heard the sounds of wheels screeching, bikes landing on the floor and multiple footsteps running towards me. I felt a sting on my arm, head and leg. I took quite a tumble. The car door opened, I could hear Steve’s voice behind me and I felt two arms lift me up. I looked over and it was Steve.
“Look where the fuck you’re going.” That’s a new voice. I looked over slightly, still slightly out of it, and took in the new character. He was wearing a denim jacket, all of the buttons were undone, he had a blonde mullet, disgusting, and he was sneering. I tapped Steve’s shoulder and he lowered me to the ground. I cried out in pain from my ankle. It looked sprained, I’ve had worse injuries. I saw slight remorse in the man’s eyes. I hobbled over to him, I was pretty pissed. Who the fuck does he think he is, talking to anybody like that. I felt a hand on my shoulder, my nostrils flared as I turned to stare Steve in the eyes. He calmed me down slightly, just by looking at me. I stared at the asshole in question. The kids ran behind Steve.
“And who the fuck do you think you are to talk to me like that. You may have almost run me over. But I can easily beat your small brains to a pulp. Call it my speciality.” The guy was taken aback, I held my stance and injured arm.
“And what’s your name your highness.” Oh, how fucking original.
“Henderson. Y/N Henderson. And how about you. Or are you just known as a mullet wearing prick.” I heard multiple ‘Ooos’ coming from the kids. The boy stared at them, glaring, they stopped. I moved slowly in front of them. His attention went back towards me. I was infuriated. This dick has ruined my night.
“Billy. Billy Hargrove.” He was trying to seduce me. Wanker. He held his hand out, I ignored it, hobbled over to my longboard, I picked it up and finished by flipping Hargrove off and getting into Steve’s car. Realising it as the driver’s side, the kids and Steve chuckled. I’m not used to the seating arrangements yet, so I just got back out and sat on the passenger side. The kids decided that they were going home. Found out Billy was Max’s stepbrother, so he took her home, Dustin went in the car with Steve so Steve took us home.
Once we got home Dustin ran inside to get the first aid kit and Steve put his arm around me and helped me into the house. He sat me down on the sofa, Dustin came in holding the bag of peas and the first aid kit.
“Go to bed Dusty, it’s getting late.” I winced as Steve put the peas on my sprained ankle. Dusty nodded and went to his room.
“Thank you, Steve, for looking after Dusty.” He just shrugged and smiled, putting disinfectant on some cotton before placing it on my cut, located on my forehead. I hissed.
“Sorry, I forgot to warn you it would hurt.” I chuckled.
“My mum is going to kill me…” His face was really close to mine.
“Why?” He asked.
“She’s gonna think I got into another fight.” He tilted his head slightly and proceeded to place plasters on my forehead.
“Did you get into a lot?” I nodded.
“Back in school, I was bullied a lot. I had a short temper. I still do. People used to pick fights with me because they knew I would react. When mum got ill, it got worse. I used to blame myself. So, I stopped fighting back. I felt like I deserved it. It got so bad that the last time it happened I was unrecognisable. Mum decided that enough was enough, so, despite her condition she homeschooled me, and I went to boxing lessons to help with my short temper.”
He listened intently. “Where’s your dad?” By the look on my face, I think he regretted it instantly.
“He passed away when I was young. It’s okay to ask. I don’t mind.”
hi, when Meeting Hop for the first time part 2 will come out? I can’t wait to read the story and see how reader and hopper get together btw you are a great writer keep going🫶🏻
Hi there! Metting Hop is a prequel drabble to my series Can't Fight This Feeling. I think I have 3 or 4 chapters of that out right now.
