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love like it’s ending - s.h

summary :: when getting supplies to fight inter-dimensional monsters, with Nancy and Jonathan. Your path crosses with Steve and his friends, which results in a bloody fight, Jonathan in handcuffs and you on the back of Lucas’ bike

chapter 1 > episode six : the monster

master list next chapter season one

word count :: 2.2k words

pairing :: steve harrington x henderson!reader

warnings :: swearing, verbal abuse, violence, descriptions of injury, emotional distress

writers note:: Hii! I’m kind of a wattpad warrior so I don’t really know how to work tumblr but trust, I’m trying. Anyways! this is the first chapter of my steve x henderson!reader slowburn and well it happens over the whole of stranger things so bare with me as I write these chapters! anyways I decided to start on episode six (even though I have snippets episode one etc so i might end up uploading them) I just wanted to give yall a quick taste of what’s to come so this is shorter than most of the chapters are gonna be. I also want to say this is loosely inspired by @stevie-petey rewrite ‘come home’ } It basically just has everything I’ve ever wanted in a rewrite (and all the scenarios that i’ve imagined in my head) and I’m a reality shifter and a lot of this stuff has been sitting in my script for YEARS ( henderson reader and being besties with jonathan) so I swear i’m not blatantly copying but i would recommend reading theirs because it was incredible and SO entertaining like i was INVESTED anyway, enjoy :>

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NOVEMBER 12TH 1983 , HAWKINS INDIANA

The last week has been a complete blur. A relentless smear of grief, frustration and every word in the dictionary that tries to describe the fear that clings to your spine and crawls under your skin.

And now as if on autopilot, you hurl a 3L gasoline canister into the mouth of Jonathan’s rust-bitten trunk, sighing when it lands with a clunk, not out of relief but surrender. The weights gone from your arms but is still lingering in your chest.

Bear traps are being chucked in next to you with a loud thud causing you to jolt upright, Nancy being the one throwing them.

It’s crazy really, you never thought you would be in the same room with Nancy let alone have a conversation with her (but you also thought monsters and other dimensions were bullshit so you were wrong about many things.)

It was never on your part though, you always wanted to talk to Nancy, to be friends with her. You’d found yourself with a little friend crush, I mean she was perfect:

Had straight As, a pretty face, she was always put together and had a handsome boyfriend clinging to her side. What wasn’t there to admire. You were at her house most nights, picking up your brother so you figured you guys would get close in no time.

But no, she always avoided you, never looking you in the eye when you would smile at her. Like you were just another shadow in the hallway.

You just thought she was a prick, that she was too far up her own ass to ever notice you.

Now, as you glance at her tossing traps with mechanical precision, you feel the guilt gnawing inside your chest. Because you were wrong. You didn’t know her at all. Feeling sorry that you used to dislike her, hate her even.

Jonathan’s voice breaks your thoughts, he’s still mid sentence. Speaking to Nancy through the open door as he arranges more supplies, before he walks round the car to stand beside you.

You didn’t want to get involved in the conversation, it was like you were intruding on something they shared. The tension between them hung heavy in the air like fog. A stretched cord vibrating between each glance. You don’t have to ask to know that something was going on between the two even though you still wanted some sort of confirmation but you didn’t feel like you were close enough with Nancy to ask her and even though you’re close enough with Jonathan, he’s already going through a lot and you don’t want to be the one building on that so your fine with waiting for him to tell you.

Still your silence burns, because being left in the dark makes you feel invisible. And you’ve had enough of that lately.

Your thoughts are stopped: a loud honk and someone yelling cutting them short.

“Hey nance, can’t wait to see your movie!”

Instinctively you raise your middle finger, scoffing at the guy even though you had no clue what he was talking about.

“What was that? Y/N do you know what that was?”

Jonathan stammers before facing you. Assuming you know what the guy was referring to.

“I don’t know.”

You reply, turning your shoulder to peer at Nancy who now looks like she’s deep in thought.

“Nancy d-“

A flustered noise escapes your lips before you can even form words confused by Nancy’s reaction as she turns and walks away, frantically.

You and Jonathan exchange a look, both brows furrowed, unsure of what just happened. Without speaking, you both trail behind her

She plants her feet and gasps looking up at the sight in front of her.

When you get a proper look at it you have the same reaction

The fluorescent lights above the theatre flicker, illuminating the sharp red letters that spell:

All the right moves starring Nancy the slut Wheeler

“Jesus-“

Jonathan stares up at marquee, its glowing letters reflecting in his eyes before slowly turning to you, then Nancy.

She looks like she’s just watched a puppy get run over, pale, frozen in place, her eyes brimming with tears as she glances around in a daze, everyone seems to be watching her as if she’s standing beneath a spotlight specifically focused on her distraught face.

The weight of it all presses in, you pounce forward reaching for her shoulder.

It’s obvious really who’s done this and your heart breaks for her just at the thought.

Then you hear it, sneering, laughter and the sound of spray paint against a wall.

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Nancy shudders at the feeling of your hand leaving her shoulder as you begin to run towards the alleyway. And that’s when you catch him.

King Steve and his irrelevant friends.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“-Did you impress your bitch pack with that Steve?”

You call out closing the distance between you and Steve who looks like you’ve caught him committing the worst crime possible, tossing the the can of paint out of Tommy’s hand at the sight of you. As if he feels guilty for letting you see him in this red-tinted light, like he wants to be deemed worthy and good in your eyes. However his demeanour changes when he sees Nancy, the guilt slipping away as it shifts into something fiercely protective

“Y/N let me deal with this, don’t get involved.”

Nancy shoves you aside, her movements sharp with urgency, slapping Steve as she shouts at him. You slowly step behind her in a silent support, drifting towards Jonathan, who’s watching the scene unfold with something unreadable in his eyes.

“I can’t believe I was actually worried about you”

Steve scoffs gazing at you, before quickly pulling his eyes back to Nancy.

“What are you talking about?”

Nancy barely even gets a word out as Carol and Steve both snap at her, then the realisation steps in

“You came by last night.”

Nancy sighs looking back at Jonathan.

“Ding ding ding, does she get a prize?”

Carol chuckles clearly searching for validation, she infuriates every bone in your body. You can’t even stop yourself from yelping at her

“Carol no one wants to hear the shit that comes out your mouth.”

“Don’t speak to her like that.”

Tommy barks out at you before Steve raises a hand, stopping him from further speaking.

“How can you even stand behind them Y/N? God I feel bad for you.”

“You feel bad for me? That’s bold coming from you Harrington, I think you have the weakest ego I’ve ever seen, it was dented just from seeing the two of them together.”

You laugh breathless

“-I mean fuck! You know what, all of this is really just none of your business is it.”

Steve can’t even meet your eyes, he turns away like a child, scorned by their mother facing Nancy.

“Go to hell Nancy”

He says before Jonathan grabs Nancy’s shoulders to get her to leave, only furthering their assumptions. The three of you begin to exit the lane triggering Steve to shove Jonathan trying to get a reaction. Saying whatever shit he can to get you all to stop.

“You know what Byers I’m actually kind of impressed. I always took you for a queer but I guess you’re a little screw up just like your father.”

You want to punch Steve and his stupid smirk right there and then, but you refrain eyeing Jonathan with a look that reads:

Just leave it

and he does continuing to walk, which only pisses Steve off more.

“That house is full of screw-ups. I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised a bunch of screw-ups in your family-“

“Steve stop! Jonathan leave it, leave it”

Nancy cuts him off, facing Jonathan

“-I mean your mother, I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother”

“You have no right!”

You snap at Steve, not even turning around as the mention of Will makes your eyes water a bit. And the fact that you can’t even look at him makes Steve angrier, as if all the noise in his chest means nothing. The gears in his head don’t just turn,they grind. Screeching for attention.

And you’re noticing Jonathan get closer on edge, one more dart and he’ll pop.

“Jon leave it.”

You say pressing his shoulder trying to guide his anger. Steve continues

“I’m sorry I have to be the one who tells you but the Byers. Their family is a disgrace to the entire-“

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Fist meets skin. Jonathan throws the first hit, his fist clicks perfectly with Steve’s right cheek as he lets out a dismantled grunt, as if this wasn’t exactly what he was asking for.

Steve without any air in him retaliates shoving Jonathan to a car, his body makes a loud thud which makes you sharply inhale. They begin throwing punches at each other, for a moment Steve looks like he’s winning.

And you can’t contain your built up fear and anger, lunging forward to shove Steve off Jonathan. Only to be met with Tommy’s hand. A yelp of pain exits your lips.

Did he just fucking punch you?

“Tommy! don’t touch he- Get the hell out of here man.”

Steve roars at Tommy shoving him to the side, disregarding Jonathan.

And well, Jonathan jumps at the opportunity forcing Steve to the ground, his fists red and crashing into his jaw.

Blow after blow, Steve’s breathless. Face raw and bloody. Jonathan doesn’t even stop, Nancy’s begging him to but he continues. You would do something if it wasn’t for that punch, you’re dizzy, barely able to focus on what’s happening

Your shot back into reality when you hear sirens.

“Jonathan stop!”

You shout reaching over for him before cops do that job for you, tearing Jonathan away from Steve as he hits them off.

“My nose- my nose!”

An officer calls out in reaction to Jonathan retaliating.

You hazily step forward, stumbling a little as you move. Before you know it, two hands are tearing you away from Jonathan.

“What the fuck-? Get off of me!”

“-What you wanna get arrested?”

Steve is the one carrying you from the scene, stumbling as he moves forward.

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Once you’re out of the passage you release your body from Steve’s grip charging forward.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Steve?”

You say turning around to meet his face. He’s unrecognisable, swollen and purple. Smeared in blood. And you’re similar, the punch that you received split your brow-bone, blood slowly being released as your skin turns a yellowy colour.

That’s all Steve can focus on.

“Tommy look what you did.”

He remarks reaching for your eye

“Don’t touch me-“

You shift back

“Don’t try to act innocent, this is all your fault.”

You say gesturing to your eye and the alley

“I don’t know why I’m even here with you, I should be with Jonathan. Are you not understanding that?”

You bark, hitting Steve’s hand away as it reaches for your face.

He looks confused and embarrassed at the same time- that you’re not thanking him that he ‘saved’ you from being arrested. Is the bloodloss fucking with his brain?

“Are you not understanding that your boyfriend slept with my girlfriend?”

He replies looking at you with hurt in his eyes at the slight mention of Nancy

“Oh my god, He’s not my boyfriend. And why do you even care how I would feel if he was. We are not friends, we never will be.”

He lets out a betrayed sigh to that last remark, what the hell? Clearly the blood loss is fucking with his brain, I mean Steve has been making fun of you since the dawn of time (middle school when you moved) You hated him and he hated you. Does he not remember that?

This is quite literally the first time you’ve ever actually spoke to him (apart from the multiple encounters of him and his little buddies making fun of you and Jonathan) You’d hoped you would never have to have an actual conversation with the guy but you were cursed into this situation.

You hear shouting to your right.

At first it sounds like nothing but noise, but then you recognise the voice

Lucas?

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Just as you suspected, Lucas enters your vision, pedaling down the street like his life depends on it, gripping his walkie in one hand shouting breathlessly.

“Hello! Mike? Do you copy? They know about Eleven. I repeat they know about Eleven!”

Your chest tightens and you stumble forward, barely even thinking. You throw out your arm to stop him from flying past

“Lucas what the hell is going on? Is Eleven- where’s Dustin? Is Eleven okay?”

You’re stuttering over your words, panicked.

Lucas doesn’t slow down, just swerves his bike slightly and gestures at you

“Get on!”

He barks, pointing towards the pegs on the rear of his bike.

Without hesitation you find the back bar and you launch yourself up, gaining balance as you grip onto his shoulders.

Behind you, Steve stares. brow furrowed, still catching up to everything. His lip has bursted, blood drying on his chin, and you know he’s confused, but you don’t even care. He doesn’t matter right now.

You lift your hand behind you, middle finger aimed over your shoulder like a farewell salute. Steve scoffs quietly, eyes falling to the ground like he’s lost the right to look up.

“Dustin when I catch you,”

You roar hearing the crackle of voices on the other end of the walkie

“You’re dead!”

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