#steve's bat

[probablyscreamingintothevoid]

I'm not saying I would pay to see Chrissy take Steve's nail bat to Jason's knees... But I'm not not saying it, ya know?

[madmaxmixtape88]

We got it all wrong. The love triangle love ST isn't Steve/Nancy/Jonathan. It's Steve/the nail bat/Jonathan. Cuz wasn't the first to use the infamous bat. It was Jonathan. He and Nancy built Steve's bat. All this time we thought Steve and Jonathan were fighting over Nancy's love. But they really weren't. They were fighting for the Bat's love.

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[unfortunatelystuckhere]

Wait does anyone know why the Wheelers had a bat ( the bat that eventually becomes Steve's

I mean Nancy states and I quote "I was thinking about joining softball" so I take that as Nancy has never played a sport with a bat

And well Mike was never a really sporty guy and would have never taken part in any thing that used a bat

So where and why the hell do the Wheelers have a bat, I am confusion

[221bfakerstreet]

So has anybody made the joke yet about Steve Harrington's spiky baseball bat being the LITERAL babysitter's club, or am I too late???

[zoraclover777]

I Do Have A Voice.

Couple: Steve Harrington x reader

Warnings: injury, blood, slight gore, fluff, the kids being dicks

Requested: yes

Tags: @iloveteenwolf24

AN: i don’t even have any words for how excited i am for this, alright? let’s get into it. I also love including the kids bc they make the mood lighter.

———

When Steve had asked you to babysit a group of twelve and thirteen year olds, you—of course—wrote on your notepad, yes. He smiled, kissing your forehead as he laughed. “Oh, thank you, thank you.”

You smiled brightly at him before picking the pen back up and jotting down, ’You’re so very welcome, Kind Steve.’, before he shoved you playfully, murmuring that you were the best person in his life, even if you’ve never talked.

But this wasn’t what you thought he had meant. The kids sitting in a rigged up bus, while you were laying up against a rock, looking down at your leg as Steve had a nail-ridden bat in his hands.

The feeling of wet grass wasn’t the best, but neither was the burning pain in the calf of your leg. Your eyes caught the kids staring at you from the bus and you smiled before pulling your hand to your face, seeing it covered in blood.

You clenched your jaw together when Steve picked you up, no warning at all, as he yelled at the kids to, ’follow him, or you dipshits are in for a world of trouble, one worse than this.’

——

You were slightly groggy from sleep as you looked up, the Byers house in your view. Turning your head, you saw Steve and you looked down, watching his feet move swiftly, but gently.

When you had all walked in, he set you down on the couch before going to grab the first aid kit Joyce kept in the bathroom. Walking back in, he sat next to you and took out the contents.

“Hey, stop touc—Y/N, don’t touch it.” Steve said, moving your hands away from the gash on your leg as he looked up at you. “I have to clean it first, okay? You’ll be fine, it’s just going to hurt a little.”

You had nodded and let him wipe away the blood from the gash and you placed your forehead on his shoulder, sniffing. “Steve…” The words were so soft and he looked up quickly, eyes staring at the top of her head.

“Steve, it—it hurts and I’m scared. What if—” you breathed out as you pulled your head away and looked at him in the eyes. “What if it get infected and—”

“Hey, hey, hey, that’s not going to happen, okay? Let me clean this for you, okay?” The thought that you had finally—finally—spoken to him didn’t process as he cleaned your wound, making sure you were safe first.

Staring at the ceiling, you jumped when you heard the click of the first aid kit close and your eyes locked with Steve’s. Smiling gently, he slowly put his hand on your knee before he tightened his grip.

“You—you talked, a minute ago.”

“I do have a voice.”

“I know, I’ve just never heard it. Glad I did though, because damn, it’s beautiful.” Smiling, he leaned in and just as you were about to meet in the middle, the basement door slammed open and out came Mike, face flushed.

“You can talk.”

“Yes, I can.”

“You didn’t make a sound when that demodog scratched a chuck out of your leg.” Lucas said, pointing to the gauze.

“That’s correct.”

“That’s so bad ass!” The kids cheered, room echoing the sounds around you.

“Wait, no, that's—”

“I could say the Mission was successful.” Steve nodded, wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you close to him.

You smiled, relaxing into him and you huffed out a breath, listening to the conversation in the background as you closed your eyes.

You were finally contect and you quietly fell into sleep as the last sentence you heard seeped into your brain.

“You’re so in love with her, Steve.”

———

AN: *my chemical romances so long & goodnight plays in the background as i shimmy into bed and turn off the light*