#he ends up coming out to robin at the Russian underground base

[theladybarnes]

CHERRY BOMB: CHAPTER EIGHT

"Let's go, nerd.”

▸ summary:  you're introduced to a brand new hell ▸ characters: steve harrington ft. scoops troop ▸ word count: 5.1k           ▸ warnings: angst & canon violence ▸ series masterlist

“I can’t believe it.” you whispered, looking between Steve and Dustin. They both nodded at you, giving you a somber look as they spoke at the same time.

“The gate.”

Instantly you’re pulling away from the door, having seen enough of the sight. Whatever was going on here was so much worse than whatever secret war bullshit you had thought before. The others followed after you as you moved to go down the stairs.

“I don’t understand. You’ve seen this before?” Robin asked.

“Not exactly.” Steve said, sort of honest.

“Then what exactly?”

You reached the bottom in time to share a knowing look with Dustin. As much as he’s been on the same page with Robin about everything. Revealing stuff about the upside might make things worse at this point. Even if you felt the need to share it just a short while ago. Back when all you had hoped this place was just a stupid underground base.

“All you need to know is it’s bad.”

“It’s really bad.” Steve emphasized. 

“Like, end-of-the-human-race-as-we-know-it kind of bad.” 

“And you know about this how?” Robin said, looking at Dustin perplexed. 

“We  just know, okay! Can’t we just stop with uncovering secrets and get the hell out of here?” you frowned, feeling even more panicked now. 

“Um, Steve?” Erica interrupted. “Where’s your Russian friend?” 

It was comically silent for a split second until the loud alarm suddenly blared into the room. You dashed after Steve when he made his way over to the door. Peeking out over his shoulder just in time to watch as some of the Russian guards pointed over towards the room. 

He staggered back, slamming the door shut with a curse under his breath. The two of you turned to look over at the only exit optional. “Go, go, go, go, go!” he called out, pushing at everyone to return up the stairs.

The alarm sounded louder with every step up you guys took. Dustin managed to lead the way for everyone as he pulled open the doors to where the gate was. The staff working inside the control room all turned to the commotion of the group’s entrance. Each one of them gasped at the sight of a bunch of kids suddenly in their base. The group faltered  for a moment before making a bolt over for the next available door. 

Behind you Steve couldn’t help but keep cursing as he tried to shout out instructions. From the back you can see as Dustin screamed and pushed away any scientist that came across his path as he tried to lead you guys out.

There’s the sound of the guards calling out for you guys to halt. Making you nearly trip on your footing with how close they suddenly sounded. But too soon was there no more room for you guys to run. And you’re all suddenly gasping at the sight of the power beam that was currently still striking against the concrete wall. The heat of the power flushed over your skin, making it warmer than you have been at all in this place.

Dustin is the first to cry out as he nearly stepped over the ledge of the beam. “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! SHIT! HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!”

“We can’t just stand here!” you yelled, reaching out to pull Dustin back in closer. Steve grabbed onto your arm, out of breath and possibly out of ideas. The guards were gaining speed as they came down the long stairwell towards you guys.

“Guards!” Erica cried out.

“This way!” Steve said, rushing down a set of stairs. You stayed behind at the bottom, needing to have Dustin be safe and in front of you this time. To your right you could see as Steve shoved a stack of barrels to stop two guards from coming over. The two girls were able to rush by without a problem. It was when Dustin was about to follow after Robin that you noticed one of the men had managed to get up from the ground quickly.

It’s a matter of seconds that you were able to rush forward and give Dustin a shove before he could place his hands on him.

“RUN!” you yelled. But before your foot could even turn to go after him, you were suddenly being tackled down by the second guard. Hitting against the floor hard. The sound of Steve screaming your name is echoing in your head but all your vision could focus on was the guard currently yelling above you as he held down your arms.

“Уведи ее отсюда! (Get her out of here!)”

“YOU BASTARDS! LET HER GO!” 

You managed to lift your head enough from the ground to see as Steve threw a punch at one of the guards coming near him. Dustin was being held back by Erica who was tugging at his arms. You made eye contact with Steve, shaking your head at him before he could step forward to go after you. It broke your heart, but you both had to stick to the plan. No matter what. 

“Get them out of here, Steve!” Pushing against the arms that were currently caging you in, you crawled out from underneath the guard in a poor attempt to run. Steve watched in horror as another guard held onto you, picking up from the ground and dragging you farther back from where your friends stood. “GO!” you pleaded as tears began to blur your vision. “We promised! GO!”

The boy could only let out a frustrated yell before he turned around and slammed the door shut behind him. Leaving you at the mercy of the men who began to pull you away until the sight of the door was gone. Along with your last hope of freedom.

It's an hour later, or at least you think it is, and the binds around your arms pinched tightly at the exposed skin. Making it almost a beautiful distraction from the pain currently residing against your cheek. 

SMACK.

“Ow.” you winced quietly as the pain slowly built up on your cheek. 

“Вы, американские подонки. Как ты сюда попал?! (You American scum. How did you get in here?!)” 

“I told you, comrade. I don’t speak Russian. So if you would quit hitting me and ask a little nicer–”

SMACK. SMACK.

“Okay.” you groaned, tasting a hint of coppery blood in your mouth. “Or keep doing that.”

The door to the room suddenly burst open, making the man currently trying to slap an answer out of you pause his work to turn to his boss. The guard beside you saluted the shorter man, addressing him as Ozerov. After getting a greeting back, he stepped aside to allow the man a view of his work.

“You are American.” said the man with a thick accent. 

“Finally, someone I can talk to.” you sighed, looking up at the man curiously. “Mind getting these guys to loosen up the ties? I’d like to make it home in time for dinner. If it’s uh..even dinner time.”

Ozerov pursed his lips, unamused with your words before nodding to the guard from before. Stepping forward, he reached out and gripped the base of your hair, making you yelp in pain. The older man stepped forward until he was at your side, peering down at you.

“How did you get here?” he asked calmly.

“I’ve obviously got in the wrong place with my friends!” you gritted, trying to keep your cool. But you couldn’t help but wonder what good would that do in a place like this. 

“Wrong place?” he repeated, looking down with a slight smirk. “And you happen to find yourselves deep beneath the Earth just from a wrong turn?”

“What can I say? We have a bit of bad luck today..tonight?”

“Mhm.” he mused half-heartedly, motioning something to the man. He gripped at your hair harder, trying to shake the answer out of you. Another cry fell past your lips and you wished you were stronger at handling pain.

“I’m going to ask this once more. How did you get here?”

The man holding onto your hair pulled your head back again, making you catch eye contact with Ozerov again. “I-I followed my friends..t-they work at the mall. We all just..we all just found this elevator, okay? I don’t even know what’s going on.” you tried, hoping to sound like a clueless teen.

“Your friends..” he hummed softly. “Let’s see what the other has to say.”

The grip on your hair was released as the guard jerked your head back. You couldn’t help but focus on the words the man just said. Who else did they manage to grab? Ozerov gave a quick nod to the guard beside you before exiting the room.

There's a few minutes of silence in the room before the guard silently went over towards the table that stood beside the door. He leaned down to what looked like a radio and turned on a switch, filling the room with what sounded like muffled voices.

“God,” groaned out a familiar voice. “I told you everything!”

You couldn’t help but gasp at the sound of Steve’s voice. God, was he just a room away from you? What were they doing to him? There’s another sound of a hard huff and you slowly realized the sounds you were hearing were from his body being beaten.

“That one stung.” Steve gasped out loud. There's a struggle in his voice, like he's trying to breathe. God, he wasn't even breathing properly. You fight against the binds even harder now, needing to do something to stop him from getting even more tortured. But you can’t move, you can’t do anything but listen to the horrible sounds.

“Who do you work for?” The familiar sound of Ozerov’s voice cut in.

“For the millionth time, I work at Scoops Ahoy!” Again he’s panting for air as he continues to speak. “..Scoops Ahoy.”

They were torturing him for nothing. He would give the same answers as you, why would they bother with all this? There’s another beat of silence before the sound of beating happens again. Steve can’t help but groan out in pain every time. Unaware that his pain had become your torture.

“What the hell?! Look at my outfit! LOOK AT MY OUTFIT!” Steve cried out. “You think I just wear this?! Think I’m a spy in a sailor’s uniform?”

His outburst earned him another punch. The soft sounds of his groans echoing in the room again. You couldn’t handle this. The sound of their beating, Steve’s attempts to breathe, to live? It was becoming too much and you couldn’t help feel a tear slip past your eye. Hearing him be tortured for information was a new type of hell. 

“How did you get in?” Ozerov asked again.

“I already told you.” It’s a struggle for him to even breathe out the words. “I told you before. My delivery didn’t come, my friends and I thought that it was left at the loading dock, so we went into the room, and then it turned into an elevator. And then we dropped and then next thing we know, I open my eyes, and we’re in this..wonderful facility.”

You’re thankful that Steve managed to be sort of on the same page as far as excuses go. The  only downside to it all was that it was still just as unbelievable as yours. Making you twist at the idea of what could happen next.

“I swear to God, nobody knows about us, nobody saw us. Th-that girl you guys took? She doesn’t even work here! Okay? S-she’s just some girl playing with her friends! You could just let us go, all right?” 

Your heart ached even harder at Steve’s plea. Wishing more than anything you could take his place and get him out of the pain and fear that he was currently in. 

“I’m not gonna tell anybody about this, okay? Shit happens, life goes on.” His desperation etched quickly into his voice, causing Steve’s plea to turn into a wild tangent. “Uhh Ice-ice cream. Ice cream, okay? You guys know what ice cream is. Everybody loves ice cream. I don’t know if you have Russian ice cream or if that’s considered gelato. I-I don’t what’s what, but whatever you guys want, seriously. USS Butterscotch, I mean you gotta try it. It is out of this world, I’m telling ya!”

There’s an awkward beat of silence before the sound of laughter came through the speaker. You couldn’t help but pick your head up and frown at the small radio. Was that a good sign? Did the Russians for a second actually consider the idea? There’s a hint of fear in Steve’s laugh, nearly wishing you could protect him from whatever crazy reaction this was.

“I like this guy!” Ozerov laughed. “USS Butterscotch.” 

The laughter slowly began to die down, and you leaned as far as you could in your chair to hear hopefully the sound of maybe them changing their mind. 

“..Who do you work for?”

Your stomach instantly dropped at the question. Nothing you guys could say would change his mind. Hanging your head, you tried to control the tears as you watched the guard make his way to shutting off the radio. But not without hearing Steve’s one last cry. 

“Oh, come on. No, no! No–

It’s not long until you’re back to seeing Ozerov again. He returned back to your room again with a ghoulish kind of man in tow. From the outfit alone you deduced that he had to be a scientist of some sort. Or a strange doctor. Either one wasn’t a good sign for you. Still, you sat back against the chair, sticking your chin out calmly to keep your composure cold. These guys could not see you break a sweat. 

Ozerov stepped towards you slowly until he was at your side. His hand reached out to grip at your jawline so he could turn your gaze up to him. “You don’t shed tears for your friend.” he mused. “And yet he wailed like a little baby about his ice cream.” 

“Guess I’m a bit tougher to crack.” you frowned, keeping your cold exterior on lock. You wouldn’t show your fear so easily for some asshole with a Napoleon complex. “Though, I have to say I’m a bit of a fan of the USS Butterscotch too if we're on about ice cream again...”

Ozerov huffed irritatedly before he motioned for the doctor to come forward. From his pocket, you watched as he loaded up some sort of needle gun with a blue liquid. There was only one outcome with something like that. And you definitely weren’t up for a shot right now. 

“W-what I mean to say is, I’m totally not even that into ice cream. I shouldn’t even be thinking about the stuff. B-but you know, it’s just uh craving.”

The man stepped closer, leaning in a bit too close to brush away the hair from the side of your neck. He let his finger run down the length of your neck before poking gently at the vein. “Are we sure she needs it? She babbles like child.” 

Like a child? Wait a minute..

“I want my answers.” answered back Ozerov, waving his hand. The other man brought the gun back up again, pressing it against your skin before you suddenly yelled out the only idea that could stop him.

“BABY!” The two men froze in place, giving you a chance to look over at the one with the needle gun. “I am baby!” The ghoulish man staggered back a bit. Looking over at Ozerov questionably. 

“Она малышка? (She is baby?)”

Ozerov frowned over at you before he stepped forward to look at you carefully. “You are baby?” he asked, confused by your outburst. Licking over your lips you quickly shook your head.

“I mean I’m having a baby..I’m pregnant.” you made an extra point to look down at your stomach for long. Hoping that one of them would get the point. The doctor seemed to catch on quicker, jumping a bit before he snapped his fingers.

“Она с ребенком! (She is with child!)”

For some reason that caused Ozerov to recoil away. A look of disgust appeared on his face as he checked over your body. He mumbled something under his breath before waving for the man to leave your side. They leaned in closely together, whispering something together in fast Russian before pulling apart. The doctor with the gun left the room quickly after that, calling out to others in the hall before it was just you and Ozerov alone.

“You are lucky you little Жопа (brat). While that may be tricky to go around. We’ll find other means to get my answers.” he smirked. “But don’t worry, there’s just enough medicine to give to your friends.” And with that he turned on his heels and left the room. Leaving you alone again.

Wait a minute, did he just say friends?

As much as you wished you could keep the reserve that you’ve been holding up, the anxiety is slowly taking over you. Especially when they’ve not only kept you in this small room for so long, but made it so no sounds or signs of the others were able to come through the door.

Alone and isolated. A torture truly fit for someone who is good at withholding their reactions. But time alone is slowly eating at you and you find with every passing minute the crave of human interaction slowly building up inside you.

The biggest worry of it all was where your friends were. Did the kids manage to get out? Were Steve and Robin okay? What if the other captured member happened to be Dustin? What if they were giving him the same treatment as Steve? The mere idea of your little cousin crying out in pain was enough to bring a sting to your eyes. 

No, this couldn’t be the way you got out of here. Moving in your chair, you tried to pull one of your hands out their binds. Wincing a bit as the belt that was wrapped around you tugged harshly against your skin. 

The door to the room loudly clicked open, bringing your escape attempt to a stop as you straightened up in your seat. The guard who had been dealing with you before quickly entered the room. He stood only just a step away from the door. Looking at you with a blank stare as he began his guarding.

“Just you and me again, comrade?” you asked.

The man pursed his lips, choosing not to interact with you. But if this was all he was meant to do, you figured there was only one outcome after this. He would a) wait on the orders to just shoot you or b) wait on the orders to torture you again. And since neither of those appealed to you, it was time to try and make an escape. 

Something sparkled around the waistline of his belt, catching your attention. It was a switchblade. A sight that was terrifying but also something you think you could work with. If you managed to piss him off hard enough, you might get him close enough to hit you and possibly get your hand up in time to grab the blade.

If you timed it right that is. 

“You know, comrade, I could really use some water.” you coughed, trying to stick your neck out a bit. “Don’t you guys have any spare bottles around here? I prefer Evian if you have any.”

“Ты будешь сидеть и молчать. (You will sit there and shut up.)” he replied sternly. But from the way he kept adjusting his footing, you knew you were starting to annoy him.

“Oh come on!” you whined out. “It’s been like hours and all you’ve done is treat me like a rag doll.” Pouting, you leaned over in your seat a bit, trying to get his gaze to return to you. "And here I thought you and I were friends. Don’t you think you could be a pal and get me something to drink? Or maybe a snack too?”

“Я устал от твоего раздражения, американская шлюха.(I grow tired of your annoyance, American whore.)”

“I don’t like the way that sounded, buddy.” you said facetiously. “I think you should make up your grumpy pants attitude and bring me something, eh? What’s that dish you guys love so much..strago..no damn, what is it?” He shook his head quickly, taking quick strides over so that he could give you a backhanded slap. Your head turned at the force of the hit. “Stroganoff.” you continued. “I think I’d like some Beef Stroganoff.”

“Shut up!” he cried out, speaking English for the first time. 

“Make me!” you spat as you watched his hands extend towards you. But instead of slapping you around like you figured, he decided to change things up and moved his hands to wrap around your neck.

Oh shit.

For a second your vision blurred at the sudden attack, making you gasp out in pain. This was definitely not the route your fight was supposed to go but you had to press on. Lifting the small space your arms could raise up to, you slapped at his legs, trying to feel out for the right place.

He continued to press harder, cursing under his breath. There's a second you're worried this might be it when you suddenly felt the coolness of metal against your fingertips. It’s only a matter of seconds that you pulled the blade out and stabbed the nearest part of the man’s body. 

“Мой пах! (My groin!)” 

The man stepped back from your sudden attack. Looking down at the front of his pants before fainting backwards. Hands cupping at the front of him. You’re shocked to see that you actually did stab him in the groin, causing a dark red color to pool over the front of his pants. Not wanting to waste your chance, you carefully maneuvered bloody knife and angled it in the right way to help cut at the straps.

You ignored the pain in your arms, stretching at the leather until it was cut through enough that you were able to shrug it over your shoulder. The next step was to reach down and cut at the binds of your feet. Finally, you could get the hell out of this room and find a way to get to the others.

“Ты сука! Я убью тебя! (You bitch! I'll kill you!)”

The guard who had come to, suddenly sprung up from the floor and tackled you down by your feet. Making you fall beside the door. You tried to kick your legs up to knee him in the groin, using the wound as a way to get him down. But he saw that coming and managed to pin you down with one leg. One of his hands pressed your wrist against the floor, making any attempt to use the blade useless. He brought up his other hand and reached for your neck again. There was barely a bit of pressure against the skin before he suddenly began to spasm viciously. Smoke emerging behind him while he cried out in pain.

“What the fuck?” you whispered.

The guard only moved for a second more before he slumped forward. Hanging heavy over your body. Peeking over his shoulder was none other than Dustin.

“Holy crap, that really worked.”

Pushing the body off you, Dustin and Erica both reached down to pull you up from the floor. The sight of them was both a relief and worry. You had hoped they both had managed to make an escape and gone to get help. But if it weren’t for them, you might have just met your end. So instead of saying anything else, you quickly pulled the two of them into a hug. “Thank God you guys are okay.” you sighed, pressing a kiss to Dustin’s cap. 

“I can’t believe you pushed me out of the way.” Dustin said, pulling back from the hug. Though his face was hard, there was a slight glimmer that appeared over his eyes. “You pushed me out of the way a-and..I never made up with you. We..we were supposed to make up after this and go back to how things were.”

Despite the composure in his voice, you could tell that he was very much upset. A horrible trait that the two of you shared. “Dustin..”

“No, no, no. Don’t Dustin me, young lady! If I was going to get captured then so be it! You do not risk your life for just me, okay? That’s totally not cool and I’m really pissed off. And you shouldn’t do that, okay?”

Erica couldn’t help but look at Dustin with a frown. “What the hell is he trying to say?” 

“He’s trying to say thanks..I think.” 

Pulling him back in, you give him one more tight hug, feeling as his arms wrapped just as tightly around you. The two of you only spare a moment to make up before returning to the task at hand. Getting the hell out of here. 

“What did you use on the guy?” you asked, trying to get a look at the weapon in his hands. Dustin pulled up the cattle prod, showing it closely. The electric sparks made you nervous for these two to have it, but since it was the best weapon you guys had. You’d ignore it.

“What did you do to make this guy so mad?” Dustin asked, pointing to the passed out guard on the floor. 

“I just uh..stabbed him in the penis.”

“Jesus Christ!” Dustin gasped while Erica made a disgusted sound. You shrugged your shoulders, reaching down to pocket the knife safely before turning to the other two. 

“Maybe he should’ve brought me that water.” 

You ignored the two kid’s shocked expressions to make your way over to the door, cracking it open just a bit so that you could peek out into the hallway. “Did you guys by any chance get a good look around the halls?”  

Erica squeezed in beside you, pointing over towards the left turn of the hall. “We spotted two more rooms down there. We think we heard voices at the furthest one. The other two could be there.” 

“We’re not that far from where we first entered the lab. I think we’d be able to make a run for it if we’re fast enough.”

Checking the direction she pointed to you couldn’t help but think about how many guards roamed around the place. “Even if Steve and Robin are in there, we’d only be able to take out one or two guards with what we have. Who knows how many are actually in there?”

“We’d need a distraction to draw them out.” Erica pointed out.

“Right, but what can we do to get them out of the room?” you asked, trying to think it over. 

“Actually,” Dustin chuckled, helping turn Erica around to show her backpack. “We already thought of that.” Pulling at the zipper you’re pleasantly surprised to see a few familiar green canisters. 

“All right.” you smiled, zipping it back up. “Let’s go save their asses.”

The three of you moved quickly to set up the canisters against each other. The overwhelming anxiety of being caught is enough to have neither one of you slip up in setting the little distraction a good distance away from the interrogation rooms. 

“Okay, this is good.” you muttered, pushing the two back a bit. “Get ready to hide.” 

Making sure that they moved back far enough, you pick one last canister up and hold it high above your head. “Hope you like this answer, Ozerov.” Throwing it hard, you jumped back in time to watch as the green liquid began to ooze out, sizzling as it came into contact with the metal of the other containers. 

Just like before, the liquid began to eat through anything it came into contact with. 

“Holy shit.” you mused watching as it began to crack through the other pieces of glass. Smoke started to fill up the hall and you quickly turned back to the kids, pushing them into the other direction, where your holding cell was. The door had barely been closed when the sound of the base’s loud alarm began to blare. 

Outside the door you could hear the sounds of footsteps running and other guards calling out orders to each other. One peek out the room and you’re pleased to see the familiar backside of Ozerov leaving towards the direction of the commotion. 

“Let’s go!” you hissed, pulling the door open for them. 

Dustin took the lead of the attack, heading towards the room down the hall and bursting inside. You and Erica were just one step behind , making it through the threshold to watch as Dustin charged towards the doctor from before. Sticking the cattle prod against his chest with a warrior-like yell.

It’s about a few seconds of the doctor spasming out just like the guard before he fell back to the floor. His eyes staring wide eyed as he lied unmoving. "Keep moving.” you urged Dustin, unsure if the man had even stopped breathing. That was a thought for later.

“Heeey Henderson!” Steve called out cheerfully. “That’s crazy, I was just talking about you.”

“Oh my God!” Robin laughed in shock.

“Get ready to run!” he warned everyone as he worked on the straps that tied Steve up.

You quickly reached for the straps around Robin’s arms, helping Erica out by cutting them with the pocket knife. “It’s you!” cooed the girl as she looked at you. “I was hoping I’d see you again.”

“Robin, do you think you can get up?” 

"I think I'm already high." Was her only response.

“I’ve got her.” Erica grunted, pulling at Robin’s arms to get her from the chair. Beside you, Dustin was able to finally free up Steve. Reaching over, you helped pull Steve up from his chair, giving you both a chance to see each other. 

“Oh my God.” you gasped. Not only was there blood coming out from his nose and the side of his lip, but there was a huge bulging bruise that had formed around his left eye. “Steve, are you okay?”

Steve doesn’t even seem all phased by your reaction to his current messed up state. In fact, he simply shot you a wide grin as he stepped over. “Hey, Trouble.” he said, giving you a once over. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eye?..Get it?”

He took the joke a step further by pointing over to his bruising eye.

There’s absolutely no proper reaction to that and you can’t help but stare gobsmacked at the boy. That is until Dustin called out to the two of you. “Dude, we don’t have time for this!” he hissed, peeking out through the small window on the door. 

“He’s right! Come on!” Whined Erica as she helped keep Robin upright. You ignored Steve’s dopey gaze at you and reached out to help wrap his arm around your shoulder to keep him close to your side. “Ok, Dustin, lead us out.” you grunted, trying to keep your strength up to Steve’s weight.

“All right, let’s go!” He pulled open the door, holding his weapon out defensively while the two girls quickly followed behind him. You watched as Robin continued to coo and giggle at poor Erica who was really trying hard not to blow up. All while Steve moved his arm from over your shoulder to wrap around your side. Ignoring the fact that you were currently trying to help keep him from tripping over his own feet. Could things get any weirder?

“Hey, trouble. I ever tell you that you look good in red?”

A/N: Despite last nights struggles, I managed to finish up another chapter for you guys. I really thought of a fun new way to have a reader be in the trapped situation so I hope you enjoyed my version. Thank you guys for taking the time to read it.🩷

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The Sky is Gray | Chapter 6

(The Year Everything Flipped Upside Down Masterlist)

—Stopped into a church I passed along the way Well, I got down on my knees (got down on my knees) And I pretend to pray (I pretend to pray) You know the preacher like the cold (preacher like the cold) He knows I'm gonna stay (knows I'm gonna stay) — – Beach Boys

It was quiet with just the two of them. Neither talked, they both sat in silence in the boathouse. Eddie can’t sleep, neither can Y/n.

Y/n is sitting on the floor, her butt numb at this point, her legs out in front of her, bent with the ax balancing on its head while she twists it between her extended legs.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Eddie mumbles. Motioning to the ax she has in her hands.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” she mutters, leaning her head back to look to the ceiling. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“I’m sure.” Eddie chuckles, “Never thought I’d ever see a cheerleader with an ax in her hands, talking to me.” He shakes his head, “Nevermind, I’d only believe it if you were trying to kill me.”

“I still have time.” She doesn't even move, he wouldn’t know if she even heard him unless she wasn’t responding. She pauses and they sit in silence once again before she breaks it minutes later. “Chrissy… she told me what happened, how she was seeing things, how she was getting headaches, and nosebleeds, and I just dismissed her.”

Eddie hums sadly, “Do you think he’s gonna kill again?” he looks her in the eyes, he looks nervous, messing with his rings, twisting them on his fingers.

“Definitely,” she nods, finally returning his gaze. “If i’ve learned anything these past few years, it’d be that it never stops.”

“Will you tell me what happened?” Eddie swallows, thinking before he speaks again. “What has happened before this?”

“You-you remember when Will Byers went missing?” he nods, she takes a deep intake of breath. She’s never told anyone this before, never the entire truth, that wasn’t Steve. But he should probably know what he’s gotten into. “He was taken into the Upside Down, when we rescued him, he brought back the mind flayer, there was a whole thing with Demodogs.”

“Demodogs?” He raises his eyebrow in question.

“Demogorgons, in dog form. You know Demogorgons from D&D? They look just like them.” She shakes her head, talking slowly. “Steve, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and I fought them underground in these secret tunnels. Eventually the mind flayer was extracted from Will but somehow some got out and infested Billy Hargrove.”

Eddie sees her swallow, biting back whatever she’s holding from him, “Billy- he uh… infected others, there was some russian code that Steve, Robin, and I found at our summer job at Star Court, it led us to this big elevator that dumped us into a russian base. We were caught, Dustin and Erica -Lucas’ sister- got away but us older three got tortured and drugged, because they thought we were from the government.”

A tear runs down her cheek which she quickly wipes away. She speaks quickly, trying to get it over with. “Long story short, there was a gate in the russian base to the Upside Down, Joyce Byers and chief Hopper went to close it, Billy died, the mind flayer escaped, we all had to hide from it, we killed it, found out it still had Will, got it out of him again, and in the end, Joyce came back and Hopper didn’t.”

“Whoa.” Eddie would’ve never guessed, he means it was odd to see the whole group together, Dustin, a cheerleader, and Steve-The Hair-Harrington, a band kid, and the loner redhead. But he’d never expected to get this out of it. The shit they’d been through, he couldn't imagine and all of it slipped right under everyone's nose.

“Yep.” she laughs, “whoa.”

“How long…” he trails off, “since this all started.”

“Since ‘83.” she looks down to the ax in her hands, “ November of ‘83, Halloween of ‘84, summer of ‘85, and now, spring of ‘86.”

“And it just keeps coming back?”

“One thing after another.’ she sniffles, quickly standing up, ax in hand, looking through the fogged, dirty window. It’s pitch black, no lights are on to even make a distinction of anything in the distance. She leans the ax against the wall, running her hands through her hair and down to go over her face.

“So…” Eddie trails off, trying to get in a more light hearted aura, “You and Harrington, huh?”

Y/n rolls her eyes, looking over her shoulder to give him a dirty look, is this really the right time? “No, but that’s none of your damn business Munson.”

“Geez, L/n.” he raises his hands in surrender, laughing. “No need to get your panties in a twist.”

“My god,” she rolls her eyes again. "I'm trying my absolute hardest to see this from your perspective but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass."

“Nice on, L/n.” he chuckles. “See, I know you're a cheerleader and everything, but never knew you were such a bitch.”

“What did you just call me?” She turns fully as he stands.

“I called you a-” Eddie suddenly calms, running his finger just above her upper lip, that's when she feels the cool liquid run from her nose.

“God damn it,” she huffs, stepping away toward her bag to get something to stop the blood. Eddie stops her, giving her his bandana that was tucked safely into his back pocket. She takes it, “I swear these and those headaches are gonna kill me…”

“Shit.” She holds the bandana up to her nose and goes for her backpack, grabbing her walkie and switching over to Steve’s channel, she speaks into the walkie. Without even talking to Eddie or acknowledging him “Harrington!”

She gets nothing, she switches to Dustin’s channel, “Dustin, I swear you better have not forgotten batteries this time.”

Hours later, they still haven't heard anything from anyone. Eddie’s worried Y/n is going to go crazy. She’s sitting on the ground underneath the window when the sun is finally up, her head in her hands. She hasn’t moved in hours. Eddie’s about to go over to her when he hears someone coming.

He tries to peer out the window but can't because of Y/n’s shaking body’s in the way. The door slams open to Dustin, Max, Steve, and Robin with several grocery bags.

“Delivery!” Dustin says, excitedly. “We have good and bad news. Which first?”

“Bad, always.” Eddie says distractedly.

“Alright, we tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our cerebro, and they’re definitely looking for you. Also they’re pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.”

“Good news, your name hasn’t been announced yet, but if we figured it out it’s only a matter of time before others do, too. And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gunning for you.” Robin adds.

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie chuckles, darkly.

“Exactly.” Robin nods, Steve’s been distracted, looking around the room, something- someone is missing.

“Where’s Y/n?” Steve asks, before his eyes land on her huddled body in the corner of the room. He rushes over quickly. “Y/n?”

“Oh shit, yeah, she’s not talking anymore.” Eddie points out. “She was fine, she got a bloody nose, then she tried to walkie each of you, and she hasn’t moved.”

“Y/n!” Steve crouches down in front of her shaking form. “I need you to look at me.”

She slowly lifts her head, her expression dark and emotionless. Steve’s hands are on her cheeks when she speaks next, “I’m fine. Sorry, I was just in my head about something.”

“Anyway, before anything happens all we have to do is find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.” Steve offers Y/n a water bottle she takes it but refuses the snack he offers, the last thing she does is want to eat.

“That’s all Dustin? That’s all?” Eddie says sarcastically.

“Yeah! No, that’s pretty much it.”

“Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this before. I mean, they have… a few times and I have once.” The group seems to nod along to Robin as Eddie looks around, “Mine was more human flesh-based, theirs was more smoke-related… but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel like we got this.”

“Yeah, see we usually rely on this girl who has super powers.” Steve adds scratching his chin. “But uh those went bye-bye so uh…”

“So we’re technically in more of the-” Robin cuts herself off.

“Kinda…” Steve is searching for the right word.

“Brainstorming phase.” Max answers.

“Brainstorming.” Steve snaps as though he was thinking that the entire time.

“There-th-there’s nothing to worry about.” Dustin sputters, Steve scoffs in agreement.

“All I know is that we can kill him, the only thing I’m worried about is how we’re gonna clear his name without Hopper.” Y/n points out.

“That’s a problem for later.” Robin says, dismissively. The whole group turns as they hear sirens in the distance.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Steve mumbles, 

“Tarp. Tarp. Tarp. tarp!” Robin says sporadically, Eddie flips the tarp over him so that he’s covered while inside the boat. The others in the group rush to the window to see where the sirens are. Several police cars and ambulances pass the house in a hurry.

“Let’s go check it out.” Steve mumbles, they all pile into the car in a hurry leaving Eddie in the boathouse, for obvious reasons. They follow the ambulance and police cars, when they arrive they see Nancy talking to two police officers, near her is a large white sheet covering the ground. She looks as though she’s going to cry. She spots them and lifts her fingers from where her arms are crossed.

She gets done talking to the reporter ten minutes later, Y/n walks to the trailer park through the forest with Nancy while Steve, Robin, Max, and Dustin all drive around and park by Nancy’s car.

While Y/n is walking with Nancy for the duration of the short walk Nancy is shaking, she can’t seem to get her breathing under control. “Who was that Nance?”

“Fred.”

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As always I hope you enjoyed the new chapter!

love you guys!

[starcourtcass]

honestly just blame tiktok for this one. it's basically straight up copy paste of the stranger things script with angst in the end. but hey i finally posted something<3

wc: 1.2k warning: angst, major character death, no beta we die like jason carver<3

Steve didn’t know how many punches he’d taken at this point. All he knew is that his entire face and chest hurt. He could feel the blood dripping down his face, over his lips to his chin to then drip down on the gray floor. How his wrists ache from the restraints keeping his hands behind his back. He feels the fist of the Russian officer hit his left cheek once again. 

“That one stung.” he groans before gasping for air. Feeling the raspy air hit his lungs, his ribcage burning in pain from the forming bruises. It honestly wouldn’t surprise him if his ribs are broken or at least fractured at this point.

“Who do you work for?” Commander Ozerov speaks with a tone that oozes of authority.

“For the millionth time, I work for Scoops Ahoy!” Steve pleads out, his voice raspy and breathy. “Scoops Ahoy..” he repeats. The commander signals the guard, making him punch Steve's gut.

What is he supposed to say to make the commander believe him? God if he just knew that this is what that stupid russian code was gonna lead to..

“What the hell?!” he groans in pain, just wanting this to end. “Look at my outfit! You think I just wear this?! Think I’m a spy in a sailor’s uniform?”

Steve is begging at this point. Sure, his life practically sucked but being beaten to death in a secret Russian underground base? He couldn’t leave Dustin or hell even Robin at this point.

Another punch lands yet again on his gut and it still feels like the air is being punched out of his lungs. Steve leans his body forward, hoping that something, someone will come to his rescue. It doesn’t even cross his mind what’s happening to Robin right now. If she is also being tortured like this or what they are doing to extract the “real” story. Not that you can blame him.

“How did you get in?” Ozerov asks yet again. And god Steve wants to punch him to make him suffer.

“I already told you, I told you before” Steve breathily says before gasping for air. He sits up straight again, proceeding to tell the somewhat true story to Ozerov. That they didn’t get a delivery, went into the room and it became an elevator and so on and so forth. Again, it was somewhat of the truth. They didn’t know it was an elevator to be fair.

“But I swear to god, nobody knows about us, nobody saw us. You could just let us go, alright? And.. I’m not gonna tell anybody about this, okay? Shit happens, life goes on.” he calmly requests, hoping that they actually would.

Steve knew it was a long shot, but he kept on rambling. Trying to save not only himself but Robin from the impending fate that they or at the very least he will die today. He makes a deal that they can have any ice cream from Scoops Ahoy, that they gotta try their “USS Butterscotch”. 

Commander Ozerov looks at him with his usual stern look before he suddenly laughs loudly, the soldier next to him joining. Steve couldn’t be more confused. He starts to laugh along with them, albeit very nervously ‘cause what the actual fuck is happening?

“I like this guy! USS Butterscotch” the commander chuckles before leaning forward, his hands on his knees, laughs quieting down and stopping.

“Who. Do you. Work. For.” Ozerovs stern look is harsh and staring right into Steve’s soul.

“Oh, come on. No, no! No, seriously–” Steve whines and begs before everything turns black as the soldier punches his jaw.

Robin screams and thrashes around as the Russian guards take her from her room to the next. They throw her on the ground next to Steve making her yelp and grunt as her body hits the floor. She notices Steve next to her, immediately calling for him.

“Hey..Steve. Steve?” She moves to sit on her knees nudging Steve, continuing to shake him and say his name. The commander walks into the room making her look up at him.

“What did you do to him? What did you do?!” She yells, scared for her friend. The commander quickly shuts her up by slapping her cheek with the back of his hand.

She hears them say something in Russian before grabbing her yet again making her trash around yet again. They grab Steve as well and put them on chairs, tying them together. Robin keeps talking to Steve, hoping her screams for his name will wake him up. The commander grabs Steve by his hair lifting his head up.

“Don’t touch him.” Robin hiss as she turns her head.

Ozerov clicks his tongue looking at Steve before releasing his grip on his hair. He walks slowly away to face Robin. She could just feel her blood boiling, angry at this man in front of her now. Not listening and angry because what the fuck did they do Steve? Sure, she practically hated his guts like four months ago. But now? He’s her best friend, whether she would admit it or not.

“I think your friend need a doctor. Good thing…We have the very best.” Ozerov speaks before laughing, the officers in the room joining in. Robin cuts this short by aggressively spitting him in the face. He however, wipes the spit off with his napkin. She looks at him triumphantly, almost as if to mock him.

“You are going to regret that, сука.” He threatens before leaving the room. 

She screams for them to let them go, let them out. They just ignore her, closing the door. Alone, trapped and bound with Steve. Steve, unbeknownst to Robin, is barely breathing. As she yells for help until her lungs almost give up, unconscious and on the cusp of life Steve sits tied up to the chair and her. 

And soon that cusp is no cusp. Soon, before the Russians make it back, as Robin pleads for them to be released, Steve takes his last breath. But just like the people say, his life flashed before his eyes.

He saw Dustin and him walking on the train track dropping meat here and there. He saw Nancy, the first time they made love. He saw when he fought Billy, defending the kids. He saw Robin. He saw her smile and her stupid board. He saw Dustin again, when he was sitting in his car, all done up for the Snow Ball dance. 

He didn’t want this day to be his last. He didn’t want to be beaten to death in a secret Russian underground base. But he did do it for the kids. It could’ve been Dustin in his place. He could never forgive himself if his blood was on his hands. 

So even though he didn’t wanna go like this, he is okay with the fact that Dustin is okay. Who hopefully will come and rescue Robin soon. It would be too late for him but he hopes it’s not for Robin. He doesn’t know the fact that Robin is with him for his last breaths. But if he did? He would be happy, happy to be next to the girl he loved.

props to you if you read all that, now tag for moots who i'm basically forcing to read the stranger things script.

@corrodedcorpses @wndalovebot @moonchildquinn @ceriseheaven @bimbobaggins69 @lokis-army-77 @loveshotzz @usedtobecooler @andvys

i had to like retag? this whole read more stuff is fucking shit up so i removed it, ok lmao ignore.

[vampire-scones]

Okay but imagine: season three starts how it did. And then when we get to scoops. The camera angle is in the back room, things are shaking, there is muffled grunting and moaning. I was made for loving you is playing. We pan more. We see hands, Steve’s hands, gripping onto the back counter for dear life. There is a shot of Steve’s face, full of bliss as he finishes. He opens his eyes and we finally hear the familiar voice “feelin’ better now, pretty boy?” And billy comes into frame to place kisses on Steve’s jaw and neck.

Cut away shot, Steve is fixing his uniform and Billy is smoking a cigarette as he watches Steve. He’s wearing jeans with his lifeguard tank top underneath an open shirt. “So, think you’ll be able to get through the rest of the day without complaining about your uniform?” Billy asks, smug smirk on his face as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

“Might be able to. Not sure I’ll be able to make it through to tomorrow though. Might need a bit of a reminder.” Steve says as he looks over to Billy, walking over to him.

Billy takes Steve’s hat and hums as he looks it over. “You know, I really like having my own little sailor boy. Maybe you could wear this for dinner tonight. Love seeing you in it.” He chuckles.

Steve takes his hat back and gives him a light smack to the face. “Fuck you.” He says before leaning in for a kiss.

At this point Robin comes into the back, scowl on her face. “Hey dingus! It’s your turn up front. I can’t deal with those kids anymore and there is a guy asking for you I-…did I interrupt something?” She looks between Steve and Billy who had just jumped apart. Billy throws his cigarette to the floor and stamps it out. He mumbles a quick ‘goodbye’ before pushing past Robin. Steve quickly puts on his hat and follows, hoping to not have to answer any of Robin’s questions, at least until tomorrow.

It physically pains me sm that people don't remember the scene in Stranger Things when Billy fucked Steve in his scoops ahoy uniform. Like i remember that scene as clear as day man💀💀

[kyber-kisses]

Eighty Miles There and Back

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: sometimes love sneaks up on in the most random of places.

Warnings: best friends to lovers, Robin plays match maker

A/N: I wrote this on my phone and did not edit it because I’m lazy. Enjoy😃🔫

Thirteen long ass years.

That’s how long you been friends with Steve Harrington. From the first day of first grade you knew that little bastard was going to twist up your life. He was such an interesting character that even your feeble little child brain could recognize it.

Your friendship started like all childhood friendships did. A playground. And a bag of apple slices. He was the kind of kid that never brought snack but always tried to mooch off of the other kids if they were nice enough. Usually they weren’t though, because little kids are greedy and still trying to wrap their tiny little head around the concept of sharing.

That was until he crossed paths with you. The new girl with bandaids on both knees, a slowly wilting dandelion tucked behind her ear, and a bag full of apple slices held out in front of her from him to take.

“Here, I know that you don’t have a snack during recess each day so I asked my mom to pack extra.” You had explained, watching as he carefully took the bag from you with an almost shy smile.

“Thanks.”

You don’t know what it was about him but you had blurted out the next words with so much ease. “Do you wanna come over to my house after school? My mom makes really good snacks and we could play with my dog!”

He had almost looked startled at first but then he nodded. That day the two of you rode your bikes home from school and nothing had been the same since.

And now you were here. Thirteen years later, and fresh out of high school. Four weeks ago you had been stuck in and underground Russian base with him and Robin Buckley, the sweet and awkward band member in the class below you that you had befriended a couple months ago.

“I think I’m dying.” Letting out a croak, Robin fell backwards onto the grass besides you, arms spread out.

“I told you already that I’m sorry! I don’t say I didn’t give you a warning before we left on Friday.”

“You know you could have just asked me to fix it and I would have.” Steve butted in from across you, his back leaning against the tree behind him.

“Steve the last time you offered to fix something in the Scout smoke started pouring out from under the hood.” You explained, flicking a fry at him from were you sat.

The three of you had just spent the weekend down in Indianapolis, enjoying your parents graduation gift that was three tickets to see Bruce Springsteen in concert. They had bought an extra ticket from you guys to invite another friend and you had eager both decided on Robin, especially after all the trauma that had bonded you three together since Star Court.

And now here you were, driving back to Hawkins on a immensely hot Sunday at the tail end of July. The air conditioning in your car was shot, forcing the three of you to crank all the windows down for the drive. Eventually though Robin feared of dying of heat stroke so you had pulled off of 31 and into a McDondalds parking lot of all things. You had parked the scout under a small cluster of trees as the three of you sprawled out on the grass, now surrounded by yellow wrappers and greasy brown bags.

All in all it had been a good weekend, the three of you screaming the lyrics to the Springsteen cassett in the car the whole way down to Indi, spending the night sleeping in the scout in some random parking lot because you were three teenagers who were out of a job and basically broke, and enjoying the booze Steve had pulled from his parents liquor cabinet.

Reaching across the grass between you, Steve snagged another fry from the bright red box in your hand, the action making your eyes widen as you watched him toss it into his mouth.

“Did you just take one of my fries?” You threaten, watching his face as he realized his mistake.

“Oh shit-“

“Two rules Harrington,” you slowly rose to your feet in front of him, “there are literally only two rules in our friendship. One: if you borrow the other person car, put gas in it before you return it, and two. . .” You took a step forward, eyes narrow as you pointed a menacing finger at him. “Ya don’t mooch off your besties fries.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—“

Before he could finish his apology you were tackling him backwards onto the grass, both of you letting out yells as you did.

“Shit, shit I’m sorry l- that’s on me!” The two of you rolling across the grass as Robin watched on with utter confusion.

“You bet it’s on you, Bub.” You panted, finally pinning him to the ground, hands firmly pressing his shoulders into the ground as he looked up at you, fingers wrapped around your wrists.

You had to stop yourself from almost melting at the sight. Those big brown eyes that you had known for so many years looking up at you. He still had several bruises across his face from the Russians but they were slowly healing, turning from the strong purple hue they had been when he first got them to a more yellowish tone.

You were so lucky to have him as your best friend.

“Tell you what,” letting go of his shoulders you sat up on his chest, “I’ll let it slide just this once.”

Eyes narrowing, Steve cocked his head slightly, clearly suspicious. “Why?”

“Because I have some sympathy for people who get beat up by Russians.” You said, lightly tracing your thumb over the bruise on his left cheek bone.

. . . And now you made it weird.

Popping up to you feet a second later you slid your hand into the front pocket of your shorts, fishing out a couple of dimes and nickels before offering them to Steve.

“Just go buy yourself some fries”

That was all it took to get him propelling upwards and snatching the coins out of your hands, “really?!”

“Go before I change my mind.”

Letting out a light laugh Steve looked back at you. “Good one.”

“What?”

“The change- the change pun. Before I change my mind? Get it?” He explained holding up the handful of coins you had just given him.

“Steve.”

“Sorry, sorry I’m going- I’m going.” Holding up his arms in defeat he turned and jogged off across the parking lot.

“I don’t even know how to explain what I just watched.” Robin spoke up after you flipped back down on the grass besides her, reaching for your drink.

“What?”

“Seriously I don’t get why you won’t just tell him.”

Nibbling on the yellow and red striped straw between your lips, you raise an eyebrow at her. “What are you even talking about Robin?” Questioning her you took another sip.

“Why don’t you just tell Steve you like him?”

That was all it took to make you choke on the Fanta you had been sipping.

And then it was spraying out of your mouth, and dribbling out of your nose, and if you were completely honest you thought it was gonna come out your ears next.

Choking out Robins name you pounded a hand against your chest, trying to clear your airway.

“Are you insane?!” You wheezed, setting the cup down on the curb besides you.

“No, if anything I’m probably the most sane out of the three of us, and that’s saying something because I Have never been considered sane a day in my life. You can go ask my mother.”

“Robin, I don’t not like Steve— at least not in the way your implying. We’ve been friends since we were kids.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever you say.” She nodded, leaning forward in her criss cross position as she rested her palms on her knees. “And I’ve only known you for five months but I can tell you with absolutely certainty that your feelings for that dingus are not platonic, sure they may have been for most of your friendship, but I’ve seen the way you look at him, especially since Star Court.”

“Robin—“

“Trust me, I may not have a strong grasp of social cues but I know what liking someone looks like, and that it what I see whenever I watch you and him interact. Sometimes I even feel like a weird third wheel.”

Opening your mouth to respond you were quickly silenced when you saw Steve walking back across the parking lot, too immersed with the red box of fries in his hand to look up. A small smile made it way across your lips at the sight.

He was so dorky and sweet, you couldn’t help it.

. . . And then you felt a hand smack you upside the head.

“Ow, Robin what the hell?!”

“Literally example A, right here. Friends don’t smile softly at each other like that.”

“I was not smiling at him.” You lied, slapping her in the chest.

“I literally just watched you, and you expect me to belie-“ you didn’t let her finish before you slapped a hand over her mouth, Steve finally looking up from his fries as he reached the two of you.

“Robin, you okay?” Looking over at the girl besides you he raised an eyebrow as he tossed another fry into his mouth.

Giving a muffled response through your hand over her mouth she nodded.

“Okay. . . Well you guys ready to head back? I can drive the rest of the way.” Steve offered, helping you and Robin toss away the trash into a bin a few feet away.

“It’s okay, I can drive. You drove the whole way there. I can get us home.” You smiled, watching as he opened the drivers side door for you, allowing you to climb in.

“Mi’lady.”

“Your spending too much time with Dustin, Steve.” You joked, allowing him to close the door behind you before folding him arms across the open window.

“Shut up.”

“I’m kidding, now get in before I leave you in this parking lot and let Robin grab shot gun.”

You then proceeded to watch as both people raced around the car, trying to reach the passenger side door first. Steve beat her by a few milliseconds, practically vaulting into the seat besides you before slamming the door and locking it.

“Sorry Rob, gonna have to be quicker then that.”

“I hope you choke on your fries.” She responded climbing into the back seat and closing the door.

*. *. *. *. *. *. *. *.

The ride home to Hawkins was weird to say the least. Every once and awhile Robin would shoot you looks in the rear view mirror, mouthing are you to do something. There were two or three times while the music was cranked up that you could see Steve whispering to Robin over his shoulder, the two deep in conversation. The third time they did it you turned to look at them and were only met with weird thumbs ups and even weirder smiles. At one point Steve fell asleep and you nearly drove the three of you off the road when Robin suddenly stuck her head between the driver and passenger seat to send you a wild look before nodding over to the passed out Steve besides you.

“Talk to him!” She harshly whispered.

Whispering back, you took your eyes off the straight road laid out ahead of you. “Robin, if you don’t sit back in your seat and buckle up, you are walking the rest of the way, do you hear me?!”

“I’m gonna tell him if you don’t-“

“Don’t even try that on my Buckley. I know you. You wouldn’t tell someone someone else’s secrets.”

“. . . Ok you got me there. But you gotta do something, or so help me I’m gonna jump into oncoming traffic.”

“Fine, fine- I’ll talk to him when we get back. I don’t need you staring at me with your creepy wide eyes from the back seat.”

After that Robin kept quiet. When you finally hit Hawkins town limits you have Steve a tender sock to the arm, waking him up from his way too long nap. He had let out a tired grumble before slowly sitting upright in his seat, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and combing his hair back with his fingers.

Beyond the windshield the sun was beginning to sink below the tree line. Through the gaps in the trees the great ball of fire gave off a beautiful orange tone, reminding you of the tangerines you used to pick when you visited your grandma in Florida as a kid. The escaped rays gave everything an orangish hue, including Steve’s face as he continued the slowly blink the remaining sleep from his eyes.

. . . Maybe Robin was right. Maybe you did have a teenie tiny crush on your best friend.

Not that you would ever admit that to her.

A few minutes later you were dropping Robin off in front of her house, Steve being nice enough to get out and grab her duffle pack from the back of the Scout.

You were about to pull away from the sidewalk when two hands suddenly slammed into the passenger window, making both you and Steve jump as Robin peered the window, glaring at you with that same crazed look, before darting her eyes back to Steve momentarily.

“Robin, stop acting weird!” Steve shouted, cranking the window down just enough to yell at her.

Narrowing her eyes, you watched as she slowly backed away from the car, eyes still on you as she did. . . And then she proceeded to trip and fall backwards onto her lawn. The two of you sitting there and watching with wonderment as it all went down.

“God, she is so weird.”

“Yeah but don’t act like we arnt.” You breathed, taking one last look at Robin to make sure she was okay before you put the Scout into drive and slowly rolled away from her house.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Steve let out a soft chuckle, slightly tilting his head to watch Robin out of the side mirror. “We are pretty weird. Definitely no longer fit with the rest of the crowd that’s for sure.”

“You could say that again.”

Turning down the next street, you let out a soft sigh, seeing your own home up ahead, Steve’s rust red BMW 733i still sitting vacant on the curb from where he had left it on Friday.

He spent so much time at your house that everyone had just dubbed that Steve’s spot. No one else ever parked there.

Five minutes later the two of you were standing in the drive way, your duffel bag at your feet and Steve’s slung over his shoulder, readying himself to drive home.

“So that was fun.”

“Wow, really selling it Harrington.” You joked, earning a smile from him as you did.

“I know, but I’m serious- I had a lot of fun with you and Robin this weekend. Especially after everything with l you know, the Russians.”

“And the gate.” You added.

“And the melted people.”

“And the ugly flesh spider thing.”

Letting out another soft chuckle, Steve bobbed his head up and down. “Yeah and that. So much for a normal summer.”

“Normal summers are for normal people Steve. We ain’t that.”

“Fair point.”

You watched as he cast a glimpse at his car, letting out a deep sigh. You knew that look. He didn’t want to go home. His parents were always away on business so more often than not he was left alone in a big empty house, that’s why he was over at your house so often.

He didn’t like being alone.

“You wanna stay?”

“Only If it’s okay with your parents.”

“Are you kidding me? They’ve known you as long as I have. Your practically like the son they always wanted.”

And when you said that you meant every word. Steve had practically become part of the family in a weird way. Your parents had even fixed up the spare room in the basement for whenever he slept over, but usually he slept on the air mattress you kept under your bed.

Once again, he didn’t like being alone.

Hell, on your tenth birthday your parents had made the birthday party for both you and Steve since your birthdays were so close together. Whenever he stayed for dinner your mother always sent him home with enough leftovers to last a whole week.

Your family loved him

. . . And now you were starting to think you did too- just in a different way.

Climbing up the front steps, you dig into your bag before pulling out the key and unlocking the front door. You let Steve in first before following, shutting the door behind you as you did.

Through the kitchen window you could see your mom pulling cloths off the clothesline and tossing them into a basket.

Right, Sunday.

Laundry day.

“Guess what you get to help me with?” You shot a smug grin to the boy besides you, watching as his face fell.

“Aw man, come on.”

“Hey, you took some of my fries. This is you paying me back.”

Musing the door to your room open, you stepped inside with Steve close behind. The two of you dropping your bags haphazardly on the carpeted floor.

Your mother has been kind enough to set your fresh laundry basket on your bed. It was your job to fold it and put it away- but this time you had Steve help.

It wasn’t the first time though. He had been at over at your house for so many laundry days throughout the years that he just pitched in out of habit.

He once told you he didn’t mind it because it just gave him something to do. Hell, once in junior year you came home from office hours at school to find Steve in the kitchen with your mother just folding towels.

He was a strange, but that’s exactly why he was your best friend.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, you cross cross on your bed and him in your desk chair, the two of you folding shirts and pants as the radio played some tune softly between the two of you. As it got darker out beyond your bedroom windows lights were flicked on and trips to the kitchen were made to grab leftovers and cold sodas.

“How are your bruises doing?” You spoke up, watching as Steve lifted his eyes to meet yours.

“They’re healing. Sometimes hurts when I smile though. . . Which can really get annoying when I’m around you.”

You swore your brain almost short circuited in that moment. Was that just a normal compliment. . . Or did he just flirt with you?

Nope, nope. You were just extremely tired. You were just hearing things.

“What?”

Clearing his throat, Steve shook his head as he stood up. “Nothing, nothing.”

At the tone of his voice and action you set down the shirt you had been folding, watching as he strode across the floor of your room and rolled open the doors to your closet before dragging out a pale green storage container marked “Stevie”.

It was another thing that had been here so long it was just normal to you. You had kept a container of some of Steve’s clothes on the floor of your closet for whenever he chose to spend the night.

You watched as he fished out a pair of boxers along with a t-shirt before heading towards the bathroom. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Apparently Robin told me I smell really bad.” He tossed a thumb over his shoulder before backing up and retreating into your bathroom.

That was a lie if you ever heard one. You knew Steve. You knew him like the back of your hand. You knew when he was lying.

And that was a lie right there.

You sat with it for a moment before shaking it off and standing up, moving across the room as you put away the folded laundry before pulling the inflated mattress out from underneath your bed and grabbing sheets from the closet across the hall.

Usually Steve set it up himself, but so what, you were feeling generous tonight.

Grabbing the baby blue pillow from your bed you tossed it down onto the mattress. It was the same pillow he always used.

After changing into your own pajamas, you fell back onto your bed, the springs of the mattress squeaking slightly as you did. You could hear the sprinkler putting just beyond your open screen window, along with the soft drone of the crickets nestled in the bushes around the yard.

And then you heard your hairdryer turn off the the bathroom door swung open, revealing a very clean Steve in a bright yellow t-shirt and a pair of red boxers.

“I used the rest of your conditioner.”

“Of course you did.” Letting out a sigh, you kept your eyes on the slowly spinning fan above your head, listening as he padded across the carpet before flopping down on the foot of your bed.

“Why are you acting so weird?”

What?

That was all it took to get you to prop yourself up with an elbow to give him a surprised look. “Me? Why are you acting so weird?”

“I’m not acting weird! You were the one having weird staring contests with Robin and whispering earlier!”

“I was not!”

“I literally watched you slap a hand over her mouth during lunch when you saw me walking towards you.”

God, his stupid brown puppy dog eyes were making this so much harder.

“Well don’t act like you and Robin weren’t literally whispering to each others while looking at me the rest of the drive home! Like what were the two of you even talking about that it couldn’t be shared with me?”

Realizing how much you had raised your voice, you took a deep breath as you pinched the bridge of your nose. “Sorry- Robin just said something to me earlier that kinda has had me in a chokehold all afternoon, and now I know she was right and I don’t know what to do.” You admitted.

God that little crazy lesbian friend of yours had been right. You had a crush on your best friend. Steve with all his offerings to help you fix your car, open doors for you, sing along to every song on the radio with you. . . Fold your fucking laundry.

“Jeez, Y/N why didn’t you say anything? What did she tell you that had you so out of it?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Clearly it’s not nothing.” Steve breathed out, pausing to shake some water out of his hair like he was a wet dog or something. “We’ve literally been friends since the first day of first grade. Talk to me.”

Picking at a loose thread on your duvet cover, you looked down at your feet. “I know, but what if it messes with our whole friendship?”

“Nah, not possible. I once walked in on you naked freshman year and look at us, still stuck with each other.” He joked.

Dragging your palms down your face you let out a groan. “I thought we agreed to never speak of that again?”

“Yeah well—“

“I like you.”

The second those words left your lips, your eyes widened and you were slapping a hand over your mouth in shock.

You didn’t expect yourself to actually say it out loud.

“What?”

“Shit. . . Yeah uhm, our funky little friend Robin kinda helped me realized I have a crush on you.” You explained quickly, “now I totally understand if your weirded out out want to return every single friendship bracelet I’ve made you since the third gra—“

You never got to finish before his hands were grabbing your face and slightly pulling you forward and smashing your face against his. You didn’t even have time to get ready or process. He just kissed you right there and then, right on the lips.

And the strange thing was that it didn’t even scare you. It just felt so normal.

So right.

A moment later the two of you parted, leaving both of you slightly breathless as you looked at each other with wide eyes.

“I’m gonna be honest, I’m even more confused than before.”

“What do you think Robin was whispering to me about?. That little weirdo kept pestering me to tell you how I felt.”

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to wrap your head around that information, “huh.”

That little minx was just trying to play match maker.

“I guess we gotta give her credit for realizing it before we did.” You added.

“Seriously. Apparently it’s obvious to a lot of people.” He added, leaning back slightly as he rested his weight on his palms.

“So basically we are gonna get eaten alive by everybody when they find out about this?”

Steve nodded once more, “There’s a pretty good chance.”

“Well good luck with Henderson, that ought to be fun.” You mused, sending him a smirk.

“Oh shit.” Eyes widening in realization his face fell into his hands as he fell backwards onto the bed with a groan. “He’s gonna tease the shit out of me for weeks.”

“I am so sorry.” Giving his thigh a soft pat you gave him a joking smile, trying hard not to laugh.

“How bout we go back to kissing? I liked that part.” He mused, sending you a flirtatious wink as he did.

“You’re disgusting Steve Harrington.”

“Yeah, but unfortunately your stuck with me.” With a smile he slowly rose back up and leaned forward, lips hovering millimeters from your own.

“Ok, but let’s see which one of us has to cave and tell Robin.”

“Ah shit.”

“Ah shit indeed, Harrington. Ah shit indeed.”

THE END.

[a-vvenger]

turning page

pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader

summary: you find what you’ve been looking for

warnings: honestly just straight (actually very not straight) fluff

a/n: robin has my heart, if she dies, i die. this is based off of turning page by sleeping at last lol

my masterlist

robin buckley had your heart the moment you saw her in scoops ahoy.

you were friends with steve and dustin since you were dustin’s babysitter before steve took that title. so you were there for the whole upside down and demo-dogs thing.

so after dustin got home from camp, he demanded you take him to scoops ahoy.

of course you agreed. you just couldn’t seem to say no to the little shit.

so dustin storms through the mall with you trailing behind him.

once you catch up to him, you see a very pretty girl looking at him unamused behind the counter.

“is he here?!” dustin asks excitedly.

“is who here?” the pretty girl asks him. you can’t help but stare at her in her cute little sailor outfit.

“henderson!” steve bursts out through the back door.

they then proceed to do their whole handshake but you’re too intrigued by the girl.

you walk up to her, extending your hand you introduce yourself, “y/n, this little shits babysitter. well when steve’s not available.”

“i’m robin,” she smiles oh so sweetly at you taking your hand.

then dustin grabs you and steve and takes you to a booth where he loudly tells you about the secret russian code he intercepted after he failed miserably to whisper it.

you laugh at him as steve shushes him.

then dustin goes on about how you’ll be american heroes.

so that’s how you found yourself in the back of scoops ahoy trying to translate russian.

you can’t help but think of robin and her perfectly cute face. you had never come out to anyone. you knew it was frowned upon to be a woman that loves other women. so, you stayed silent.

you had zoned out but are brought back by robins voice, saying something random in pig latin. you furrow your brows as steve and dustin freak out excitedly.

“that was pig latin, idiots,” you say.

robin smiles at you, “she’s my favorite,” she says and winks at you.

this causes you to blush and smile back.

“i don’t even want any credit, i’m just bored,” she says.

so dustin agrees and steve goes to scoop ice cream leaving the three of you.

after a little bit you open the window, “hey hair,” you say using the nickname you know he hates, “we got our first sentence.”

“oh shit really? also, i told you to stop calling me that y/n/n,” he rolls his eyes.

“never,” you say.

robin pops up next to you, “the week is long,” she says in a russian accent, making you giggle.

“oh that’s- that’s great,” he says disappointed, “i see you two are getting along.”

“yea, may have to trade her for you, dingus,” robin says nudging your arm.

you blush and turn around to go back to the table.

after a few hours, you’ve cracked it. robin recites it to steve as the five of you walk out of the mall.

you see steve start to trail off, “hair?” you question him.

“quarters, i need quarters!” he shouts.

“i think you’re a little big for that dingus,” robin teases him making you laugh.

but as the music starts to play and dustin pulls out the radio and the same exact music is playing, you know your in deep shit.

and that’s how you ended up here in an underground russian base strapped to a chair with robin.

steve, erica, and dustin had gotten out and you were praying they would either save you themselves or bring the cavalry.

you had taken a pretty good beating and had passed out.

you start to wake up and hear robins voice, “help, help!”

“hey, would you stop yelling?” you plead.

“y/n, y/n oh my god, hey, are you okay” she questions you.

“we’ll my ears are ringing and my head is pounding,” you say, “and i can’t really breath but apart from that yea, i’m doing pretty okay,” she sighs in some relief, just glad you’re alive.

“we’ll the good news is they’re calling you a doctor,” she explains.

“is this his place of work? i love the vibe,” you say causing robin to giggle.

“yea tell me about. okay so do you see that table over there to your right?” she asks and you hum in response.

“and you see those scissors,” she asks.

“uh-huh,” you say.

“yea, well, i think that if we move at the same time we could get over there, and then maybe i could kick the table and knock them into your lap,” she explains.

“and i can cut the binds,” you confirm.

“yea, yea, and then we can get out of here,” she confirms back.

“gotcha, okay, those morons left scissors in here, really?” you qusstion.

“yea morons,” she laughs.

“total morons,” you say.

as you start counting down and hopping you miss one sending both of your chairs flying over.

you start hearing robin cry.

“hey hey it’s okay, we’re okay,” you say.

and then you realize she’s laughing.

“are you laughing?!” you ask.

“yea,” she says through her laughter.

“jesus,” you say.

“i’m sorry,” she exclaims, “i just can’t believe that i’m gonna die in a secret russian base with a pretty girl i met yesterday, it’s just too trippy man.”

you ignore her calling you pretty, “we’re not gonna die robin, we’re gonna get out, just let me think for a second.”

she starts telling some random story about mrs. clicks class and steve and tammy thompson and you’re just quite confused.

did she have a crush on steve?

suddenly the door buzzed and a russian guard walks in.

he laughs, “where were you two going?”

they pick the two of you up into an upright position.

“try telling the truth this time,” the guard says up in your face, “it will make your visit with Dr. zharkov less painful.”

he touches the cut on your face and you since, he nods at the doctor. he comes over with a large needle.

“wait a second, wait, hold on,” you plead, “wait what is that thing?!!”

“it will help you talk,” the doctor explains.

“did you even clean that?!!?” you shout as he sticks it in your neck.

you scream and they stick robin and they leave the room.

after a little while you say to robin, “honestly i don’t really feel anything, do you?”

“i mean… i- i feel fine,” robin responds, “i feel normal.”

“yea, yea i feel fine, actually i kinda feel good,” you laugh.

“wanna know a secret?” robin giggles.

“what?”

“i like it too!” she exclaims and you both continue giggling.

“morons, they messed up the drug!” you say.

“they messed it up!” she giggles more.

you start yelling about how they’re morons when robin says, “there’s definitely something wrong with us.”

“yea definitely,” you agree.

the door opens again.

the doctor starts pulling out a bunch of torture devices.

“would now be a good time to tell you i don’t like doctors?” robin asks.

“let’s try this again,” the guard says.

“who do you work for?” he questions.

“well she works for scoops ahoy and i work for mrs. henderson,” you laugh and so does robin.

“how did you find us?” he asks unamused.

“totally by accident,” you say and he says something to the doctor in russian.

the doctor moves towards his tools and picks one up.

“what is that shiny thing?” you ask.

“where you going with that, doc?” robin asks.

he goes for your nails.

“woah woah wait hey no wait hey no whoa,” you start panicking.

“there was a code,” robin shouts “we heard a code!”

“code. what code?” the guard asks robin.

robin starts reciting part of the code, “you broadcast that stupid spy shit all over town, and we picked it up on our Cerebro, and we cracked it in a day,” she laughs, “and now people know your here.”

“who know?!” he shouts.

“we’ll dustin knows,” you say, robin calls your name. “yea dustin henderson, he knows,” robin shouts your name louder this time.

the guard starts to drone on about dustin.

“yea they’re gonna come in here guns a blazing!” you finsish saying.

“is that so?” the guard smirks.

then the alarm goes off and that smirk is wiped clean off his face.

he and the others then rush out of the room.

dustin, erica, and steve come through the door. dustin taking out the doctor with some sort of weapon.

“hey!! henderson!! that’s crazy! i was just talking about you!” you shout.

“oh my god,” robin exclaims.

“get ready to run,” dustin says.

you and robin are in the back of the cart, giggling like maniacs.

erica, dustin, and steve argue over what’s wrong with you as steve drives.

you all hop in the elevator and as it starts to go up you and robin find a cart and start pretending it’s a surf board.

you are having the time of your life.

you fall off and robin laughs, “wipeout” she shouts.

dustin walks over to you and feels your forehead, “she’s burning up,” and you retaliate, “you’re burning up!”

dustin goes to check your pupils and you tell out in pain.

“her pupils are super dilated,” he tells steve and erica.

“they’re probably drugged,” steve says.

“y/n, are you drugged,” dustin asks.

“how many times, dad? i don’t do drugs. it’s only marijuana,” you say and laugh.

“this isn’t funny, okay? i need to know what they did to you. are you gonna die on us?” he asks worried.

“we all die, my stranger little child friend,” robin says as she’s perched on the ground twirling her hair, “it’s just a matter of how… and when.”

“they’re gonna be looking for us up there so i need you tell me where you parked your car,”dustin says to you.

“oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?” you ask

“i would kill for a hot dog on a stick” robin responds and you agree.

“all right. yea, food. yes, you can have as much food as you want, but only if you tell me where your car is parked,” dustin says.

“uh-oh” you say.

“uh-oh?” steve questions

“the cars off the board,” you say.

“what?” erica asks.

“they took the keys, the russians, they took them. like forever ago,” you say as robin laughs and you do as well.

“that’s a bummer, right?” you say.

you guys finally make it out of the elevator.

“y/n! can you taste the air,” robin says.

“i taste it! i taste it!” you yell

dustin, erica, and steve start sprinting back towards you and pushing you towards the mall.

“why are we running?” you yell.

you all end up in the movie theater watching back to the future.

you and robin constantly giggling at the screen. you both decide you’re bored and head out to find the water fountain.

then you see the pretty lights above you and it starts to make you both dizzy. you both rush to the bathroom and start puking your guts out.

“the ceiling stopped spinning for me,” robin says in the stall next to you, “is it still spiking for you?”

“holy shot. no. you think we liked it all up?” you ask.

“maybe. ask me something. interrogate me,” she says in a russian accent.

“okay interrogate you, sure, uh who is the last person you had a crush on?” you ask her.

she stays quiet, “robin, did you OD over there?”

“no, no, i uh- remember that story i told you about mrs. clicks class?“ she asks.

“vaguely. wait! it’s steve isn’t it?” you ask disappointed.

“no, no uh i wasn’t looking at him. i- i was looking at her,” she says.

“looking at who?” you ask.

“tammy thompson,” she whispers. you stay quiet for a minute.

“y/n, did you OD over there?” she chuckles nervously.

you slide to her stall, “i mean yea tammy thompsons hot but she’s nothing compared to you.”

her eyes widen, “w-what?”

“ask me the question,” you smile at her.

“o-okay, y/n who’s the last person you had a crush on?” she asks.

“you,” you confess.

“w-what?” she asks.

“as soon as i saw you in scoops, you are the prettiest girl i have ever seen,” you smile at her and blush.

“absolutely no way,” she says and laughs, “okay so i kind of sort of lied about my last crush,” she says and your brows furrow in confusion, “i didn’t want to say you, in case you weren’t into girl.”

you laug and grab her hand. then she pulls you in for a kiss. it’s soft and tender, and full of passion.

you hear the bathroom door open and you pull away.

dustin barges in with steve and erica in tow, “okay! what the hell?!” he shouts.

and you both just die laughing. and the rest was history.

the scoops troop met up with everyone, you formed a plan, dustin and his girlfriend sang a song (?), and you and robin started dating.

it had been six months since then. you had both come out to steve since then and he was extremely supportive of you both.

you started working at family video with them too! dustin was finally old enough to not have a babysitter and you needed a new job.

today was gonna be a good day. you and robin were leaving work at around 3. steve took the night shift for you guys so you could have date night. and tonight you were telling robin that you love her.

you giggle as robin gets in your car. she still doesn’t have her license, which you have offered to pay for. but she refuses.

you drive to your house. your parents are on a business trip for the weekend so you told her she could stay over.

you get out of your car and grab her hand, leading her inside, you pick out a movie for you two to watch.

not like you’re actually gonna watch it, you’ll be too focused on each other.

you sit down next to her and cuddle into her. she kisses your forehead as the movie plays.

“robin?” you whisper quietly.

“yea baby?” she questions.

“i- i have something for you,” you say and go to grab the box out of your pocket.

you hand it to her and she opens it.

inside is a small necklace with your birthstone. you couldn’t exactly get her a necklace with your name on it since you lived in a small town in the middle of indiana but this will do.

“oh my gosh, y/n,” she exclaims with tears in her eyes, “i love it!”

“and i love you,” you say looking at her with eyes full of love and admiration.

her eyes widen, “i love you too.”

you lean forward to kiss her.

“nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do, your love is my turning page, and every word is about you,” you say.

“that was cheesy,” she teases you.

“i know i know, but it’s true,” you say with sincerity.

“i feel the same,” she say and kisses you again.

“i love you,” you both say at the same exact time. and you both giggle. wrapped in each other’s arms, you know this is what you’ve been living for.

[parkvcrs]

Stakeout ;

SUMMARY: steve harrington and dustin henderson go on a stakeout, searching for soviet spies.

PAIRING: steve harrington x fem!reader.

WARNING(S): mild cursing since dustin swears like a sailor sometimes.

NOTES: i hope you have a good day. ^—^

The Starcourt Mall was a shopping centre located in Hawkins, Indiana and a subsidiary of Starcourt Industries. The mall's opening in 1985 was inaugurated by Mayor Larry Kline. Both Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley worked at the Scoops Ahoy, an ice cream store, in the mall's food court. The place quickly became a popular hangout for teenagers and adolescents.

Although Starcourt appears to be a normal mall at first glance, it was actually built as a front for a secret Russian base, which houses the first Key built on American soil. This base was hidden far underground. Starcourt Industries is also controlled by the Soviet Union.

At the Starcourt Mall, Robin is translating the Russian message, rejecting Erica Sinclair’s request for more "samples". Her coworker Steve Harrington is not on duty, instead sneaking around the mall with Dustin Henderson using a pair of binoculars.

“You see anything?” Dustin questioned his partner in crime who is currently looking at shoppers through the pair of binoculars as the pair hid behind a planet display. “Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for.” Steve sighed, longing for their search to end so he could return to the job that pays him minimum-wage.

“Evil Russians.”

“Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like.” Steve pointed out, mumbling.

“Tall, blond, not smiling,” Dustin presumed what the Soviets looked like, frowning as he looked around the perimeter of the mall as well. Steve, hummed since he was humoured by the teenager’s persistent demeanour. “Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing.”

“Right, okay, duffel bags,” Steve repeated the boy’s sentence in a groggy tone. After a few moments, something catches his attention. “Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.”

The tone in Steve Harrington’s voice intrigued Dustin Henderson beyond all recognition because he believed they found a lead in their investigation. “What?” The teenager asked in a hurried manner.

“Y/n L/n is talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky.” Steve groans, squinting his eyes to ensure his eyes weren’t deceiving him.

Dustin peels behind the plant they hid behind, searching for Y/n before catching a glance at her. “She works at JCPenney. She’s talking to customers since it’s her job, you Airhead. You aren’t focused, just give me the binoculars.” Dustin briefly explained the situation before ultimately wanting to reprimand his superior of his binocular privileges.

“Aw, whatever happened to standards?” Steve ignored the young boy beside him. He continued to eavesdrop on the people who used to attend Hawkins High School. “I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench.” He added.

“Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?” Dustin insulted the high school graduate before taking it upon himself to snatching the binoculars. “Stop, hey. Stop.” Steve swatted the teenager’s hand away as he continued to look at Y/n whilst Dustin was able to take the binoculars and use them to his advance to scout out the Soviets.

“I don't get why you're looking at girls. You literally have the perfect one in front of you — just go talk to her.” Dustin gestured towards the h/c haired girl who separated from Mark Lewinsky and started talking to other customers scattered around the mall.

“You know what? I don’t want to hear any more about N/n. Just…” He then transitioned to a hushed voice, regretting what he was going to say next. “Look for evil Russians?”

“Y/n,” Dustin said quickly to get on Steve’s nerves which seemed to work wonders.

“Seriously, if you say her name again...” Steve trailed off, looking over at Dustin before turning his attention back to the h/c haired girl.

“Y/n,” Dustin repeated himself as Steve Harrington fumed beside the teenager. “No, don't. No.” He waved his arms as a gesture to Dustin that he needed to stop whatever he was trying to achieve.

“N/n, N/n, N/n.”

“No, man, she's not my type,” Steve lied through his teeth and he came to the conclusion that he will go on with his fabrication. “She's not even... in the ballpark of what my type is, all right?”

“What's your type again? Not awesome?” Dustin poked fun at the adult’s taste in women. “Thank you,” Steve replies in a sarcastic tone as the young teenager hums.

“And, for your information, she's still in school. And she's... weird?” Steve’s tone was inquisitive, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to come up with more excuses. Yeah… she's a weirdo. And she's hyper — always happy when she came to school. I don't like that she's hyper. And I think she did drama. And you know that’s a bad look.”

“Now that you're out of high school, which means you're technically an adult, don't you think it's time you move on from primitive constructs such as popularity?” Dustin practically insulted Steve, lowering the binoculars from his eyes.

“Oh, primitive constructs?” He repeated his sentence. “That some stupid shit you learned at Camp...” he gestured towards Dustin’s hat. “Know... Nothing?”

“Camp Know Where, actually,” Dustin corrected Steve, giving him a strained smile because he took pride in going to the camp for the summer. “And no, it's shit I learned from life. Instead of dating somebody you think is gonna make you look cooler, why not date somebody you actually enjoy being around — although I don’t know N/n all that well. Just look at me and Suzie for an example.”

“Oh, Suzie. Yeah, you mean, ‘hotter than Phoebe Cates,’” He didn’t believe that Dustin actually managed to get a girlfriend over the course of the season. “And, uh, let's think about how exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend?”

Before Dustin could respond to Steve’s questions, a voice interrupted their discussion, “Harrington!” It was a feminine voice that the graduate recognized almost immediately.

The boys looked in the general direction of the spokesperson to see none other than Y/n L/n approaching them. Steve was like a deer in headlights, stunned that he was spotted.

As she got closer, Steve nudged Dustin in the ribs and signalled towards the binoculars he had in hand and silently demanded him to hid them. Not wanting Y/n to get the wrong idea.

Knowing that Y/n was bound to embrace him, Steve wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, gently rubbing her arm before pulling away for a few seconds.

“Have have you been?” She laughed, resting her hands on her hip. “Good.” Steve did not want to admit that he concluded not to go to college and was now working at a store that paid minimum wage.

“What are you doing here?” Y/n looks between the two, knowing that it would be rude not to include Dustin into their chat.

“Looking for evil Russians.” Dustin Henderson admitted, earning him a sigh from Steve who pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Okay?” Y/n giggles at the teenager’s peculiar response. “Well, my colleague, Vanessa, told me that you work at Scoops Ahoy. I didn’t know you worked there.” She looked at Steve’s brightly coloured sailor uniform that he donned.

“You didn’t?” Steve asks, checking the liability of her declaration.

“Yeah. I might have to come down there sometime when I’m on break to see what it’s like,” Y/n nods her head, looking around at the crowd just as a distance voice calls for her. She awkwardly laughs, facing the boys sheepishly, “That must be my manager. I should get going. See you around, Harrington.” She bids farewell as she left their side.

“Y-Yeah...” Steve Harrington stammered, watching as she disappeared among the shoppers. “Told you so.” Dustin Henderson laughed, pulling out the binoculars that he hid behind his back.

[daddystevee]

you really love her, don’t you?

(steve harrington x fem!reader)

A/N: good lord i feel like i’ve forgotten how to write. Its been way to fucking long. Sorry its basically all dialogue. haha so basically instead of Robin and Steve getting stuck with the Russians, its fem!reader and Steve. Robin, Erica and Dustin go out for help.

Warnings: a few curse words, mention of blood and vomit?

Summary: After being friends for years, reader has always thought that both she and Steve always had some sort of chemistry. But after the first few weeks of summer and working with Robin, she starts to think otherwise. Before the big battle with the mind flayer, reader and Steve let out their true feelings

Work count: 1.6k

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Steve started off as kind of an acquaintance to you. The two of you would see each other in the hallways at school, and even sat next to each other to talk sometimes in some of your classes. But the day you ended up on the wrong road at the wrong time you got sucked into a scary situation, and it kind of forced the two of you to become friends, and over time best friends.

Throughout the years of fighting with the upside down you had grown to love your best friend. Steve has started to show some interest in you a few months before the two of you graduated. Both you and Steve would go hang out alone, whenever you could, but never really called them dates or anything. He would always act super flirty when he was around you, but you never brought it up to him, hoping he would make the first move.

It all carried on until the two of you scored a summer job at the new Starcourt mall, slinging ice cream at Scoops Ahoy, and he seemed to find some interest in your new coworker, Robin Buckley. You and Steve would still hang out, but when you did he would always ask if Robin could come along. While you didn’t mind Robin coming and hanging out, you wished it could still be just the two of you.

As the summer progressed, both you and Robin cracked a secret Russian code and ended up getting trapped in an underground base for more than 24 hours. You heard Steve get punched too many times, and in the end of it all, both you and Steve got injected with some sort of truth serum.

•

You follow closely behind Dustin going to the front row of the movie theatre, and being told to sit. Both you and Steve do as you’re told.

“Whatever you do, don’t go anywhere.” Dustin says in a very serious tone.

“Fine, dad.” Steve says back sassily, turning to look at you causing the two of you to burst out in laughter.

“We mean it, Harrington.” Robin says in such a way that it makes your giggles die down.

“This movie is pretty boring.” you lean over to whisper to Steve. You tear your eyes away from the screen to look at him as he continuously shoves the popcorn that he had mysteriously picked up, into his mouth.

“You know what’s not boring?” he asks with his mouth still full of popcorn, “Water.”

“I saw a water fountain on the way in here wanna go check it out?” you ask while wiggling your eyebrows at him.

Steve leaned forward to look over to the two smaller children talking to Robin, thinking really hard about what you had just asked.

“But Dustin said to not move.”

“Steve, when have we ever listened to Dustin.”

He leaned back and made eye contact with you and shrugged, throwing the bag of popcorn onto the ground and grabbing your hand, pulling you up and out of the theatre.

•

The two of you stumbled down the hallway and to the fountain, as soon as Steve saw it he ran to it like it was an old friend that he hadn’t seen in years. He instantly stuck his face into the water and drank like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

“That’s amazing”

“Slow down, bucko. Maybe take her on a date first.” you say before grabbing Steves shoulders pushing him out of the way, “It’s my turn, you’ve had enough.”

As you’re drinking the mediocre fountain water, you see out of the corner of your eye, Steve wobble over to the middle of the floor and look up to the ceiling.

“Hey, Y/N.” he says, causing you to lift your head looking in the direction that your name was coming from. “You gotta check this out.”

You take your last sip of water before walking over to the boy and looked up to the ceiling as he was, noticing that the roof was very pretty but starting to spin a little too fast for your liking.

•

After rushing to the bathroom to puke up all that was in your stomach, you and Steve sit on the yellow, white and black checkered floor in silence.

“Hey, the ceiling finally stopped spinning.” you said opening your eyes for the first time since laying down to cool yourself off on the floor.

“Holy shit, you’re right. You think we puked it all up?” he asks

“I think so? Ask me something.”

“Um, when was the last time you peed your pants?”

“Today. When the Russian doctor pulled out that bone saw.”

“Oh, my god.” He let out with a loud chuckle causing you to start laughing.

“It was just a tiny bit!” you say before sitting up against the wall of the stall so you could hear Steve a little bit better.

“Okay, okay my turn.”

“Alright, uh.” you start thinking. Of all of the things you could ask him, one thing comes to mind. “Have you ever been in love?”

“Yup, Nancy Wheeler. But you know how that went.”

“Do you ever feel like you’re still in love with her?”

“No, but I think it’s because I found someone who’s a little better for me.” he admits

You sigh as he continues putting your head on your crossed arms that are on your knees knowing where this is going.

“It’s crazy. You know how ever since Dustin’s gotten home from camp he’s been telling me that I’ve got to find my Suzie. I think I was just scared of Tommy making fun of me or something.”

Robin

“Or that I wouldn’t be prom king or whatever. It was so stupid because the girl I should’ve been hanging out with has been sitting in front of me, the whole time. Cuz first of all, she’s hilarious. She’s so funny.”

Robin

“And, I think she’s so pretty, beautiful even. I’ve never seen anyone as gorgeous as her. She’s smart, way smarter than me. She even helped crack a secret Russian code. She’s honestly unlike anyone I’ve ever met. You know?”

Robin

With your head still low, you felt tears creep their way into your eyes, stinging a little at the corner. You knew you shouldn’t have asked this question, you knew where this would lead. Not thinking about how badly it would actually hurt.

“Y/N?” you heard followed by a little knocking on the stall in front of you, causing you to lift your head a little and look in that direction. “Y/N, did you just OD in there? “

You sniffled a little wiping the tears that had fallen onto your cheeks on the back of your hand, “No, I’m fine. I’m still alive.” you say followed by a deep breath.

Suddenly you see a pair of feet slide under the divider, followed by the rest of Steve.

“So what do you think?” he asks you with a hint of hopefulness in his eyes.

You take another small breath before looking up at the bruised boy in front of you. “About?”

“This girl?”

“She sounds amazing, and perfect for you.” you say knowing he’s talking about Robin.

“Yeah? You really think?” he asks excitedly.

“I mean yeah, it sounds like you really love her, don’t you?”

“I really do.” he responds looking into your eyes while reaching for your hand. You pull your hand away from him kind of quickly with tears forming in your eyes, causing his brows to furrow in confusion.

“What- what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing, nothing. I’m really happy for you, I think you and Robin are great for each other.” you say looking down into your lap.

“Wh- Robin? I wasn’t talking about Robin. I- I was talking about you.”

“You what?”

“I love you, you dingus.” he says as a small smile falls onto his lips. Steve switches sides, moving to sit much closer to you. You place your hand on his face, rubbing your thumb across his un-bruised cheek.

“I love you too, Steve.” You weren’t sure who leaned in first, but the kiss was short and sweet and it wasn’t like you had imagined. But given the circumstances, a dirty bathroom floor was not the place to have a long and passionate kiss.

“You know, that wasn’t anything like I had imagined it.” you say looking at Steve.

“I know, kissing on the bathroom floor covered in blood and vomit wasn’t exactly part of the plan for me either.” he says in response causing you to burst into a fit of giggles slowly turning into laughter. You were pretty sure you both still had some drugs in your system, but you felt better knowing that Steve felt the same way you felt about him.

While still laughing, you lean into kiss him another time but mid kiss Robin busts through the door with Erica and Dustin following close behind. You and Steve turn to look at your friends and Robin has a smirk on her lips as if she’s about to say something, but is instantly cut off by Erica.

“It’s about damn time, nerds. You two have been eyeballing each other since, the beginning of the summer.” she says with her arms crossed, rolling her eyes, and for some reason this caused the two of you to laugh even more. Sure it wasn’t perfect, but you now had a new sense of strength to make it through this, knowing that you had Steve by you and would be there for you on the other side of it all.

[yikesharringrove]

So, this began several months ago like this and because I cope by putting my sweet bby through the ringer, it has risen.

Some of that sweet sweet Steve angst. This takes place post-season 3 but they burned the Mind Flayer outta Billy, established relationship.

Read on Ao3

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It was Will Byers that found him.

Steve had begun hosting DnD night after the second run-in with the Upside Down. He said it was to keep the kids out of the hair of the rest of the Party Moms, but Billy knew it was to keep the house filled with noise, light, life.

He knew Steve had been hanging on by the slimmest, teeniest little thread after this summer, so the kids were over more often than not. They would play for a few hours, watch a movie (deciding which movie usually took at least an hour in and of itself) and all the kids would pass out in the sitting room. Billy and Steve would take that opportunity to sneak up to Steve’s room for the night.

It was a typical game night when Will was startled awake. Almost a year later, he was still getting nightmares of his possession, of the Mind Flayer using him to hurt others, lure people to their deaths. He needed a minute to gather himself, so he went to the bathroom to the left of the upstairs landing, the bathroom almost nobody uses.

When he opens the door, the first thing he notices is the clumps of dark brown hair littering the counter and sink.

He met Steve’s eyes in the mirror and found them red-rimmed, filled with tears. His hair was a fucking mess. Random chunks had been cut at odd angles. Nothing was the same length and overall his hair was shorter than Will has ever seen. 

He didn’t know what the fuck was going on.

He was wearing green shorts Will recognized from the Hawkins High Basketball Team and a ratty old Mötley Crüe shirt Will would have never pictured Steve wearing, let alone owning.

He put the scissors down when he noticed Will behind him and whipped around. His breathing was fast and ragged, he had a white-knuckle grip on the counter behind him.

“Steve?” Will took a step forward as Steve’s knees seemed to buckle. He lowered himself to the ground

“Get Billy. He’s-he’s in my room. Tell him I-” he closed his eyes and took a few shuddering breaths. “Tell him I need him.”

Will booked it the fuck outta the bathroom, opening doors at random as he sped down the hall. He felt like shit leaving Steve alone in the obvious panic he’s in, but if Billy can help, then Will’s helping too.

He knew Steve’s room from the honey smell. Steve had a very particular scent Will recognized immediately, the fresh wheat of a meadow in late summer. The next thing he noticed was the giant lump of very obviously naked Billy draped across the left side of the bed. Will’s mouth was dry as he approached, but this was important. Focus Will, c’mon. He whispered out Billy’s name.

Billy was a light sleeper. He heard the door open and was awake right away. When it wasn’t Steve who was silhouetted against the hall lighting, he knew something was fucking wrong.

The second Will Byers whispered out his name in the darkness, he was up and out of bed, digging through the piles of his and Steve’s clothes strewn about the floor for something, anything, to put on.

“Where is he?”

Will just turned, motioning for Billy to follow him down the hall to the large bathroom just to the left of the landing.

Billy’s heart shattered the second he saw the devastation that was Steve Harrington in a heap on the floor. He approached like he would a scared animal, slowly lowering himself near Steve’s head, carefully keeping his movements slow and deliberate.

“Baby, it’s me. I’m here, I’m right here for you, Honey. I’m not gonna touch you, okay? You come to me when you’re ready just like always. I’m here, Baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

Will’s brain was going a mile a fucking minute. He felt like he was going to throw up. He was too worried about Steve to actually process what Billy was saying, to actually process the fact that Billy and Steve were obviously, together, in a way Will had dreamed of being with another guy. All he could think about were Steve’s uneven breaths and all the fucking hair covering the bathroom.

He began to clean it up, quietly picking up the clumps of dark hair and placing them in the trash he found under the cabinet while Steve slowly came into himself enough to crawl pathetically into Billy’s lap.

“Can you talk to me, Stevie? What’s going on?” Billy was running his fingers up and down Steve’s back, gently making patterns through the shirt Will now figured wass Billy’s.

“I wanted, I wanted it gone,” was Steve’s mumble. Will had abandoned cleaning, dropping himself down the wall adjacent to the one Billy was propped against.

“Okay, okay. Can you tell me why? Take your time, Baby. We’re right here for you.”

“Had another, ‘nother nightmare,” Steve was still taking shaky breathes, spitting out his words on every exhale. “‘Bout the-the Russians.”

“Okay, I know what happened. I understand, Baby. Just focus on your breathing, okay? Try to match mine. We’re not going anywhere.” Billy looked at Will, flashing him a small smile he sheepishly returned. Steve turned his face into Billy’s chest, closing his eyes and checking out, focusing on the steady rise and fall of Billy’s strong chest.

“Is he, is he gonna be okay?” Will was about to have a breakdown of his own. Watching Steve, someone he always saw as strong, the protector, succumb to the same panic and fear Will had felt his whole life. It was jarring.

“Yeah, kid. This happens sometimes. We just gotta give him a little extra love.” He huffed a breath. “Anyone ever fill you in about the Russians?”

“Kind of? Like Dustin told us all about being trapped in that elevator and the underground base while we were getting the Mind Flayer out of you. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Steve say anything about it though.”

“Well, you know how he is. Threw himself of the sword so Dustin and Erica could get outta there. He ended up getting- I mean he and Robin both got, drugged and, and tortured.”

Will felt the tears he’d been holding back this whole time roll down his cheeks.

“I didn’t know that, he-why didn’t he tell us? We can help him. We all l-love him a lot and we’re a family. We’re his family.”

“He knows that. He does, and it means a whole hell of a lot to him, you guys really are his family, but he’s-he’s got it in his head he’s gotta be the strong one. The one to protect all of us, so he pushes his shit down until, well, until this happens. But, kid, you gotta, you gotta promise both of us not to go tellin’ this to the other nerds, okay? You know he would fuckin’ hate it if they all knew about this, and I’m not-I’m not just talking about the attack, I mean, you know, me and him.”

“I promise! I really promise, I know what it’s like, the-the panic and, you know, the, well the other thing.” Billy’s eyes brightened.

“Yeah? You a social deviant too, Baby Byers?”

“I, well, I think so.”

“Hey, welcome to the club! Nice to know there're more queers in Hawkins. I need to give this hick town more fuckin’ credit. Good for you, figurin’ that shit out quick. It’ll save you a lotta confusion. ‘Lotta heartbreak too.”

“I think I’ve always known. Never thought about girls, not when, not when-well. I always knew.”

“Who was your first crush? That guy that just made you go ‘hot damn’?” Billy was grinning at Will. “Mine was Jim Morrison. Saw a poster of him at a record store once, and just, you know. Knew it.”

Will didn’t really know what to say. He knew exactly who it was that awoke the gay beast inside him, but he didn’t really know how to tell Billy.

“This is kind of, well it’s kind of embarrassing,” That only made Billy’s smile grow.

“You need to tell me right the fuck now, kid. C’mon, I can tell you Steve’s too!”

Will flushed. So he was doing this.

“So, he probably told you this, but um, Steve used to coach little league. And, he was my coach the summer before sixth grade, and, well...” he trailed off, not making eye contact with Billy until he let out a bark of laughter.

“Are you fucking telling me,” He shifted Steve around on his lap who made a disgruntled noise before settling back into Billy’s chest. He was entirely zoned out, focused on the rhythm of Billy’s breaths and the cadence of his voice, not registering any actual words from the other two.

“Are you fucking telling me, that Steve Harrington, this lump right here, caused your sexual awakening?” Billy was laughing.

“I mean, he was always really nice to us, and like, I hated baseball, but he made it, he made it really fun and he would always be so excited for us when we did well-”

“Plus, he’s hot as fuck.” He cut Will of, shooting him a wink, with his tongue between his teeth. Will went bright fucking red. “I’m just fuckin’ with you kid. I know he’s a sweet one.”

“He made me want to play baseball. I hated baseball. Only did it because my dad made me. He probably thought it would straighten me out.” Billy’s teasing smile dropped from his face.

“Sounds like we had the same kinda dad.” He took a breath, looking down at Steve for a moment. “He ever hit you?”

Will’s blood ran cold.

“No, not me. He used to hit Mom and Jonathan. I think they both thought that if they got hit, at least the rest of us weren’t gettin’ any. She definitely caught him slapping Jonathon around once, though. All his stuff was on the lawn within the hour.”

Billy smiled, but it was kind of, sad. “Your mom is a damn spitfire. I adore that woman.”

“I do too. She’s the best mom in the world.” Will could talk about his mom all day and all fucking night.

Steve was shifting around again, moving between Billy’s legs and sitting up more on his own.

“Hey, Baby. Welcome back to us. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He looked at Will. “I’m really sorry. I’m really sorry you had to see all that.”

“It’s okay. I understand. I get anxiety like that too.” Steve smiled at him blearily before turning to Billy. “Okay, be straight up with me. How bad’s the damage?” He swept his fingers over his hair, wincing when he felt the different lengths and random chunks.

“I’m not gonna lie, it’s not good. But I think Robin could fix it. She seems like the type that can cut hair. It’s gonna have to be short though. Real short.”

Steve whined, pushing his bottom lip out at Billy. “You gonna dump me? I’m not pretty enough for you anymore?”

Will’s heart nearly stopped when Billy leaned in to bite at Steve’s pouty bottom lip. He had never seen moments like this between two men, just sweet moments that showed how much they love each other.

“You’ll always be my Pretty Boy, you fuckin’ know that.” They were smiling at one another so softly. “You know Will and I got some nice bonding time in while you were working on your breathing.” Steve leaned sideways against Billy’s chest, slipping one hand into the big front pocket of his sweatshirt.

“Yeah? What’d you all talk about?”

“Oh, you know. Shitty dads, first crushes, normal stuff.”

“Oooh, I already know yours is Jim Morrison, you’re old news around here, Bill. Care to share, Will the Wise?” No, Steve, he does not care to share.

“Oh, umm it was actually uh,” He reached around for a name, absolutely not ready to admit to Steve his first crush. “Marlon Brando?”

Steve’s tired eyes lit up a little. “Brando? Honestly, he was one a’ mine too. And Harrison Ford. I saw Star Wars four times in theatres. Couldn’t tell you a single plot detail. So you’re playin’ for our team?” Billy rolled his eyes and mumbled something that sounded vaguely like fucking jock under his breath. Steve elbowed him.

 “Um, yeah. Although, I haven’t really, told anyone, so if you guys could, you know.”

“Oh, yeah, discretion is key.” Steve nodded. “We’re not too bad at keeping secrets, you don’t gotta worry about us.”

“So none of your friends know? That’s rough, Byers. I mean, even here I’ve found a few people I can tell, Steve, obviously. But California, all ‘a my friends knew.”

“Well, I mean, I told Mike. Last year. And he was really cool about it, but then this summer we got into a fight, and he kinda, threw it back in my face.”

Billy and Steve both looked shocked and appalled on Will’s behalf.

“What did the little fucker say? I’ll kick his ass if he called you a fa-”

“No! Nothing like that, it’s cool, Billy. He just, well we got into it about how he and Lucas didn’t really have time to play DnD, or hang out with me in general anymore, and he said ‘it’s not my fault you don’t like girls’. We didn’t really talk about it, I mean, he kinda apologized, but it was right when everything was going down. So, I put it aside.” Steve got his Mom Face on.

“But have you talked about it since everything has blown over? Has he apologized? He shouldn’t have said that. He just wanted to hurt you and that was the one thing that probably came into his head, but that isn’t okay, especially if he was the only one you trusted enough to tell.”

“I know. I keep meaning to talk to him, but we’ve been really good lately and I don’t want to, want to,  fuck anything up.”

“All the more reason to do it now. If you two are really tight right now, he’ll probably listen to how shitty he made you feel, and feel really bad about it.” Billy was nodding along to what Steve was saying. “And, you know if you ever need to talk about shit, we’re here for you, and you know, probably understand  you more.”

“Or if you just want someone to teach the little poser a lesson-”

“I think I’ll just talk to him, but, uh, thanks?” Billy grinned. Steve leaned back into him, pulling Billy’s left arm around his chest to pull him in more. “Um, Steve, do you think I could-I mean, would it be okay to ask you what, um, all this is.” Steve’s face fell immediately, and he shrank back more into Billy. “You don’t have to! I just, it kinda freaked me out to see you like that. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, it’s okay. I can’t-I can’t talk about it too much right now, I’m still a little” he looked at Billy “fragile, I guess. But, well. What do you want to know?”

“Nothing you don’t want to talk about, or, or feel okay telling me but, I mean, why go for the hair?”

Steve shifted some more. It looked as though he was trying to disappear into Billy. 

“You know about the Russians? The ones under Starcourt?”

“Yeah, Billy filled me in a little. Just generally what, what happened to you.”

Steve sighed. 

“Well, for some fuckin’ reason, the general that was, in charge of us, he, uh, he really liked pulling at my hair. He would just grab it and move my head around, or-or use it to hold me steadily while they, um, while they hit me and-when I woke up I couldn’t think. I just, I wanted it gone.”

Billy’s face was white as a sheet. He looked like someone had pulled the entire floor out from under him.

“Steve, why the fuck didn’t you tell me? I thought you-you used to love when I played with your hair. I would’ve stopped.” He looked disgusted with himself at the idea of contributing to Steve’s pain in any way. 

“I thought that-I don’t know. Maybe it would go away? That I would like it again?”

Billy looked like he could cry. A level of hurt and remorse and apology Will had never seen him exhibit. 

“Jesus, Stevie. You need to tell me when you feel shit like that. You know all of my shit and triggers and whatever.”

“I know,” Steve buried his face back into Billy’s chest, curling his body inwards again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, you know me though. You know I don’t like-”

“Having a weakness?” Billy seemed sardonic. Steve’s head shot up to glare at Billy in the eye.

“That is not what I was going to say and you know it. I was going to say that you know I don’t like being vulnerable and I’m sorry and I’m working on it. But this was, I didn’t even realize what I had done until Will walked in.” 

A look of pure horror came over Steve’s face.

“How the fuck am I supposed to hide this from the rest of The Party tomorrow? Dustin is gonna ask so many questions I do not have the answers for.” Billy chuckled lightly, all tension that may have been building between them melting away. They snuggled even closer and Will’s heart turned to a big pile of mush.

“Just stay in bed tomorrow. I’ll tell the nerds you’re sick. Plus, you always ass out for about 18 hours after a panic attack anyway.” Steve rolled his eyes. 

“Will, do you think you could maybe, not tell anyone about this? I’m gonna have to come up with a cover story and everything.”

“I already promised Billy I wouldn’t. But, you know how you said I could always talk to you two? Well, the same goes for you. We all really love you, Steve. And maybe we don’t understand exactly what you’re going through, we just, we want to be here for you. We are here for you.” Steve’s eyes went even bigger and all watery when Will spoke. 

“That, that really means a lot to me. I love you shitbirds. I hope you all know that.”

“We do,” Will said quickly. He doesn’t think he could watch Steve cry anymore tonight. Or maybe ever. “We know that.” Steve gave him a watery smile, looking at Billy’s watch. 

“I think it’s time for sleep. I need a soft bed and a big man. Now.” Billy rolled his eyes, but picked Steve up as if he weighed nothing. 

“Go to bed, Baby Byers.” He knocked Steve’s foot into Will as he went past.

“Thanks, Will.” Steve’s voice was soft as Billy brought them back into the bedroom. 

Will went downstairs as quietly as possible, settling back into his little makeshift bed.

“Hey, you okay?”

And of course it was Mike, whispering to him from his own little spot. 

“Yeah. I’m good. Let’s talk in the morning.” And Mike smiled at him, and gave him a little wave, and flopped back onto his pillow.

[stevesnailbat]

fear of the (un)known | steve harrington

chapter ten: keep you by my side with my superhuman might

summary: Grace, or 007 as she had been called, finally escaped Hawkins Lab after seventeen long years. But, freedom is a lot harder than she thought it would be to maintain.

warnings: mentions of death, blood, torture, more angst, Grace using her powers (:

word count: 4.7K

read the rest HERE!!!

Eight grueling hours pass in the elevator and it seems like there’s not any hope for escape at all. All Grace had done for the whole time was think, and think, and overthink. The kids had gotten sleep, Steve and Robin had ran through what seemed like a million ideas, and all Grace could do was sit there and let her mind race. The sinking feeling of whatever is going on having something to do with the lab settled into her stomach about four hours ago, and now she’s afraid she’s not going to be able to get them out of this mess. 

She can hear Steve and Dustin up above bickering about something after Dustin had yelled up the elevator shaft for almost an hour and Robin trying to lecture Erica about not drinking whatever green stuff is in the cylinders. She can only listen, but can’t engage herself in conversation while thinking about what was yet to come. There’s a ringing in Grace's ears like a sounding alarm, telling her to get them out of there as soon as possible. 

“We have company.” Robin says, breaking Grace from her thoughts and making the bickering that once filled the death traps stop. 

Steve peeks his head down from above, listening for the sounds before quickly motioning the three girls to climb up with him and Dustin. The five minutes it takes for the Russians to get to the elevator seems like an eternity for the group, crouching down by the grate they climbed up through. They hear the doors open and voices echoing through the room, all five of them radio silent as they listen. Steve holds up a finger to motion for everyone to be quiet, earning a weird look from Robin and Grace, since nobody was even talking.   

“You smell that?” one of the guards says in Russian, making Grace furrow her brow as she listens. 

“What?” the other asks.   

“Piss.” the first one replies, sniffing the air. 

Grace’s face contorts as she hears them, trying to hold back a giggle at them trying to figure out where the smell came from. She looks over to Steve again, who looks even more confused now by the look on her face. She only shakes her head at him and focuses her attention to the people below again, hearing them beginning to leave the elevator. Steve fixates his gaze on the cylinder that Erica was trying to steal, an idea running through his mind to get them all out in time.   

Once they hear the door beginning to close, Steve rushes to open the grate, grabbing the cylinder from Erica’s hands before jumping down. He shoves the metal container on the ground to stop the elevator from closing all the way, motioning frantically for the other four to go first as he catches Erica’s backpack and slides it under the door.   

Steve whisper-yells to them all as they come through, telling them to hurry up as the glass begins to crack. Erica and Dustin go first, then Robin and Grace. Steve goes last, at eye-level with the cylinder as it gives a few last, strong cracks before giving out. He makes it out with milliseconds to spare, all of them watching nervously as the neon green liquid spills out and disintegrates the floor beneath the elevator.   

“Jesus Christ.” Steve mumbles as the rest of them make small remarks, eyes wide as he looks at the floor practically disappearing where he just was. 

“Holy mother of God.” Dustin says, looking in the direction of the long, sweeping hallway behind them.   

It looks miles long, like it’ll take them hours, even days to cross the whole thing. There’s no real end in sight as they look down the hall, knowing they’ll have to take the journey whether they like it or not. 

“Well, hope you guys are in good shape.” Steve says, pushing out from behind Dustin as he pats his chest. “Looking at you, roast beef.” 

Grace looks to Dustin with a small smile, he’s got an annoyed frown on his face as he looks over at her while mumbling about Steve’s insult.   

The walk seems to be hours long, the only thing keeping them from going insane was the meaningless and random conversations held between them. Grace was still quiet for most of the time, too nauseous from overthinking to even contribute any thoughts. Steve’s the only one to notice her silence, finally putting all of his attention on her after catching a glimpse of her fearful expression one too many times. He falls behind the group a little, reaching his hand out to touch her arm to get her attention.   

When she finally looks at him, a pang of guilt shoots through her. He’s too worried about her, and she hates it. Steve throws his chin to the side as his eyes plead for her to fall behind with him so he can talk to her.   

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks, as if he doesn’t know why she’s internally freaking out about the situation. 

“I just—I can’t stop thinking about, I don’t know.” she laughs bitterly, shaking her head as her thoughts race faster than her mouth can spit them out. “I can’t help but think…What if this has something to do with the lab, Steve? What if we’re dealing with them again?” 

Steve’s eyes widen at the thought, flashes of demogorgons and blood and pain whizzing through his mind as she speaks. The thought alone is enough to nearly send him into a panic, fear of not being able to save everyone making him feel numb for a moment. He shakes his head quickly, trying to hide his fear from her to diminish her panic. His lips curl into a frown as he reaches for her hand to give it a tight, reassuring squeeze, as if to tell her that it would all be okay. 

“I—I don’t want to think that’s what we’re walking towards right now, I really don’t.” he says softly, trying to gain some composure with a deep breath. “But, if it is? Then, we’re still getting outta here alive. I’ll keep you safe.” 

“Steve—“

“No, Grace.” he interjects, looking at her with pleading eyes. "I know you’re the one—the one with the—“ he says, lowering his voice so Erica and Robin don’t hear him. “With the powers, but I’m not gonna let you get hurt trying to save us all. El and Hop still need you up there, we gotta keep you safe too.” 

Steve saves the part where he tells her that he needs her just as much as El and Hop do, because hell—he probably needs her around more than they do. Just the thought of her getting hurt while they’re halfway to hell is painful enough, but her not being around is almost too much for him to think about. She looks at him with a watery gaze, giving him a weak and unconvincing smile in return. There’s nothing more that she wants than to take his worries away, but she knows she can’t do that until they’re out of here and he’s safe.

“Can you—Can you just promise me one thing, Steve?” she asks, blinking back tears as he looks at her expectantly. “Just, please promise me that if there’s something I have to do to save you guys. Even if it may be dangerous, please just—just let me take care of it, okay?” 

“I’m not letting you get hurt, I already said that—“  

“Steve.” Grace interjects gravely, squeezing his hand tightly. “Promise me that you’ll let me do what I have to do and won’t get in my way.” 

He looks to her with a hesitant and pained gaze, a frown etched on his lips as he stares at her. Steve can’t even bare the thought of not being able to save her, but nods hesitantly to appease her.   

“Yeah, I—I promise.” he sighs somberly. 

The conversation is quickly interrupted by the sound of Dustin’s walkie-talkie, muffled and rough Russian words coming from inside the backpack. They all stop in their tracks and kneel to the ground, Erica slinging the backpack off her shoulder before Dustin rushes to unzip it. He picks up the walkie and Robin takes it from his hands, listening intently to see if she recognizes the words. She repeats the phrases as they come, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she does.   

"It's the code.” Robin says. 

"Wherever that broadcast is coming from—“ Dustin starts, looking up at Robin. 

"It's close.” she interjects.

"And if there's one thing we know about that signal…” Dustin continues, trailing off as he speaks.

"It can reach the surface.” Robin replies, beginning to stand up from the ground. "Let's go." 

Walking into a secret, underground Russian base is one thing, but making sure nobody sees them while in there is a completely different task. There’s three times where they almost get caught, but Steve guides them into hiding safely every time. They’re hiding behind God only knows what now, peering into the main part of the base where there’s dozens of people whizzing around, working hard with stoic, stale gazes on their faces.   

Everyone’s whispering and trying to figure out what to do, but Grace’s mind is elsewhere. Steve’s hand is resting on her leg, his kneeling body pressed against hers as they discuss. She can’t help but stare up at him, unable to actually listen to a word he’s saying as he argues with the kids.   

"All right.” Steve says, interrupting her train of thought, eyes flickering to meet hers for a moment. "We're gonna move fast, we're gonna stay low. Okay?” 

The four of them nod, standing up to follow Steve through the base. They’re still crouched down as they walk, finding anything and everything they can hide behind to make it to where they’re going safely. Grace isn’t entirely sure where he’s taking them—having droned out the whole conversation—but she knows it’s most likely gonna be filled with trouble.   

They eventually reach the door, waiting for one of the Russians to leave so they can go in. Steve looks around and makes sure its clear then quickly gets to the door, ushering them all in before closing the door quietly. Steve’s the last one to notice the man sitting in the chair across the room, looking over at the group with wide and curious eyes. When he stands from the chair and reaches for the gun that’s holstered on his belt, Robin steps in front of the group. 

“Tread lightly!” she says calmly in Russian, holding a hand out towards the man. “Tread lightly.” 

“Who are you?” he asks.   

“Silver cat.” she replies, pointing to herself and the rest of the group. “Silver cat." 

“I don’t understand.” he says, a helplessly confused look on his face. 

“China?” Robin says finally. 

Before either her or the Russian could get another word out, Steve sees him reach for the gun again and lets out a loud scream. They all turn their attention to him as he lunges at the man, throwing him against the control center behind them. He throws Steve off of him quickly, pushing him towards a table before throwing a punch in Steve’s direction. 

He leans back and narrowly misses the Russian’s fist, but is then thrown face first into the table. Steve leans back quickly to elbow the man in the gut and grabs the phone from the control center, throwing it in his hands before swinging it into the man’s head. He falls towards the ground, hitting his head against the countertop with a loud thud before falling flat. Steve’s pants fill the air as he runs his fingers through his hair, eyes still on the man knocked out below him. 

"Dude! You did it!” Dustin says, pointing at Steve with a grin. "You won a fight!” 

Steve chuckles in disbelief, shaking his head as he does. He looks over to Grace, whose eyes are wide and filled with concern, he knows she wants to yell at him for even doing that to try to save them. Dustin walks over to the man on the ground, reaching to his side to grab the tag and key card from his waist. 

"What are you doing?” Erica asks. 

"Getting us our ticket out of here.” Dustin says, waving the card around.   

Grace and Robin look to each other amid the chaos for a moment, but something catches Robin’s eye before she can say anything. There’s a flight of stairs in the corner of the room, leading to somewhere shrouded in blue lights. She treks up the stairs and Grace follows suit, both of them silent and terrified as they see what’s on the other side. Robin goes to get the three at the bottom of the stairs and Grace stays at the door, looking through the small window. 

They finally open the door when they all get up there, all going to stand by the large windows that look out into the light. There’s a control room with plenty of people in it in front of them, but beyond that is a sight that makes Grace’s heart sink into her stomach; the gate is open. She looks over to Steve and Dustin, who are both just as upset as her, unsure of what they can do now.   

"I don't understand. You've seen this before?” Robin asks when they all move back down the stairs. 

"Not exactly.” Steve explains.

"Then what, exactly?” she implores. 

"All you need to know is it's bad.” Dustin says. 

"It's really bad.” Steve adds. 

“Like, end-of-the-human-race-as-we-know-it kind of bad.” Dustin replies, voice sounding slightly panicked. 

"And you know about this how?” Robin asks, sounding equally as distraught. 

"Um, Steve? Where's your Russian friend?” Erica chimes in as they all look to the ground where the man once was. 

The alarms above them begin to sound, sending them all into a panic. Steve rushes to the door, opening it to see the man standing between the other Russians. They turn to him and point, moving in their direction quickly. He turns around and shoves the group towards another door, trying to get them out as quickly as possible. They end up in another room filled with too many people, who all look in their direction, so they rush out a second door and into the main part of the base. Somehow, they make their way to the beam in the middle of the room, which is moving so quickly that they all have to hold on to the railing as they stand there. 

“This way!” Steve calls as the guards approach them quickly, running down the stairs as everyone follows. 

There are men coming from multiple directions now, so Steve pushes two metal barrels at some of them to knock them over. There’s more coming from another direction, gaining on the group quickly. Steve calls out to them to come towards another door and Grace looks back to the man who’s mere feet away from her. Her heart is racing as she does, one of her hands flicking up to put some kind of temporary hold on him in his place. The confused man struggles and lets out a frustrated groan as he tries to move, but his feet seem to be glued in place. 

She holds it for as long as she can, letting go once she gets through the door to focus her attention on holding the door shut. Steve looks at her with wide eyes, noticing the blood trickling down her nose as she presses her body against the door. They yell for Erica and Dustin to go without them, telling them to get help as they step into a trap door within the floor across the room. 

“I won’t forget you!” Dustin calls, making Grace’s heart sink at the thought of them not making it out. 

“Go!” Steve and Robin call out together, watching Dustin finally close the trap. 

“Did you just—“ Steve begins when he turns to Grace with a wild expression. 

“Yeah, I did. Shut up!” she snaps, still holding onto the door for dear life. 

As soon as she stops talking, the door finally is pushed open and the three of them fly across the room, sliding down the wall and onto the floor as the guards flood the room. There’s at least five men in front of them with guns pointing straight at them, so they have no choice but to surrender. They all hold their hands up, waiting to be taken by one of the men. 

Robin and Grace are taken into one room, separated from Steve immediately. Grace knows exactly what they’re going to do to him, but tries to force the image out of her mind before the tears flow from her eyes. It’s a waiting game for the two girls, with nothing to do but sit there and internally panic with their hands—literally and figuratively—tied. 

“How—How do you think we can get out of this?” Robin asks Grace, panic washed over her face as she speaks. “We gotta get out somehow.” 

“We can’t do much—not right now at least.” she responds, trying to stay calm for Robin’s sake. “Dustin and Erica are—they’re gonna get us help, I know they are.” 

“I hope they’re okay.” she says softly, looking over at Grace hopelessly. 

“They’re okay, I’m sure.” Grace rambles, trying to think of anything to make her feel better. “And we’re gonna be okay too, I promise.” 

Robin opens her mouth to say something in return, but the doors of the room are slammed open before she can. Panic rises in both of them as the men march over to them, grabbing them both by the arms. 

Grace’s heart feels like it’s going to beat out of her chest at any moment, unable to even think clearly as the guards pick her up by the arms again. She looks over to Robin, who has a fearful gaze, but tries to give her a comforting—yet most likely not very convincing—smile in return. Robin knows nothing about the Upside Down or Hawkins lab and Grace knows that, but she knows what she has to do if they want to get out alive. 

Robin is struggling as the guards pull them along and into another room, but Grace is calm and collected on the outside, trying to figure out a way to get them out of this mess. They’re both thrown into a new room, the same one where Steve is lying on the floor. He’s unconscious, head resting on the cold, concrete floor and shirt collar covered in blood, which sends feelings of guilt and sheer terror through Grace’s body. 

“Steve? Steve?” Robin calls to him once they’re thrown on the ground next to him, both her and Grace crawling over to his limp body quickly. “What did you do to him? What did you do?” 

The Russian officer in front of Robin reaches down and slaps her harshly, knocking her back onto the ground once again. Grace watches with wide eyes, tears threatening to spill at the sight. 

“Stop!” Grace cries in Russian, making the men all turn to look at her. “Don’t hurt them!” 

The officer looks over at her with a curious and devilish gaze, walking towards where she sat on the ground. He studies her for a moment and she tries her best to hide the black numbers etched into her wrist, unsure of how much he knows about her and the rest of the lab experiments. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, turning around to look at the other guards. 

"Put them in the chairs.” he orders, pointing to Steve and Robin, but not Grace.

Grace goes numb with fear, knowing that they were going to try to do to her what they did to Steve next. She knew what she had to do once they took her elsewhere, although she knew she wouldn’t be proud of it. 

"Don't touch me!” Robin cries, struggling against the constraints they put around her and Steve. “Steve—Steve, wake up. Steve? What did you do?” she questions furiously as the officer grips Steve’s hair to roll his head upwards. "Don't touch him! Steve? Steve, can you hear me?" 

"I think your friend need a doctor. Good thing, we have the very best.” the office chuckles, making the rest of the men laugh too before getting cut off by a very bold Robin spitting in his face. He scowls down at her while wiping his face off, but Robin stares back with a confident gaze. "You are going to regret that, little bitch.” 

The officer stands up straight and motions for two of the guards to take Grace into another room, looking at her again with a dark gaze. The guards grab Grace by the arms and pick her up, but she doesn’t struggle when they do. Her mind is too full of horrible and dangerous—but necessary—ideas to fight back yet. 

“I’ll deal with you later, bitch.” the officer sneers to Grace, then walks out of the room alone. 

The guards holding her begin to walk out the door also, but go in the opposite direction to lead her into another room. 

"Bastards. Let us outta here! Bastards! Let her go! Let her go!” Robin calls out desperately before the door closes all the way. 

Grace is thrown onto the floor of a new room, hitting the cool concrete with a thud. The guards make the fatal flaw of not tying her up in a chair, but letting her sit on the floor with only her hands tied as they wait for the officer. It’s quiet in the room for long time, no signs of the officer anywhere for much longer than any of them expected, which gives Grace even more time to work through her plan in the silence. She didn’t need the officer to be there to carry out the whole plan, but needed time to figure out how to save Steve and Robin and find Erica and Dustin without exhausting herself. 

She leans her head against the wall as she waits, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to find Erica or Dustin. A wave of relief washes over her when they flash through her mind, both of them in a room filled with the cylinders of Promethium—or whatever it actually was. She can tell they’re close by devising a plan to save them, but she didn’t want them to go through that trouble all on their own.

Abruptly, she stood up from the ground and looked at the two guards, saying fuck it to the plan of waiting on the officer. They both stand guard when she looks over to them, hands flying to the holsters at their waists. Grace only smiles at them, slowly beginning to manipulate them as she approaches. 

“The officer said I could leave, right?” she asks kindly once she notices their eyes turn to that all-too-familiar tranced state. “He wanted me to come to the control room.” 

The two men nod at her, glassy eyes trained on her as she approaches one of them. Grace almost sighs in relief as they carry on with the trance peacefully, not wanting to hurt more people than she has to. She holds her hands out to one them, motioning for the man to free her wrists. He does so without a word and she smiles at them both before slipping out of the room and back into the hallway.   

She’s on a mission to find Dustin and Erica, and it’s an autopilot mission now. It only takes a few minutes before she runs into them in the hallway, both of them bewildered by her being there. Dustin is holding an electric prod in his hands and Erica has one of the glass cylinders, they were fully equipped and had a plan in place. 

“How did you—“ Dustin starts, but Grace narrows her eyes at him and realization hits him. “Oh—right.” 

“What?” Erica asks, a confused expression on her face.   

“Nothing—We’ll explain later.” Grace says quickly, grabbing the prod from Dustin’s hands to set in on the ground behind them. “We don’t need that.” she says, turning to the young girl and pointing at the neon green liquid in her hands. "Erica, can you break that in that hallway over there so we can set the alarms off and get the officer out of the room? I’ll take care of anyone else that’s in the room.” 

Erica nods and sets on her way down the hall quickly with Grace and Dustin close behind. Dustin’s eyes go wide as the girl slams the glass on the ground, watching the liquid destroy everything in its path as the glass shatters. The alarms sound seconds later and they run back towards the room where Steve and Robin are, making sure to avoid the officer as they do. 

Once they know he’s out of the room, Grace pushes through the doors to see a very beat-up Steve inches away from getting his fingernails pulled out by the so-called Russian doctor. She puts one of her hands up and flicks the metal tool out of his hands, and into the air, slamming it into the wall behind them. The man looks at Grace with wild eyes and lunges toward her, but her force holds him back. 

He struggles against her hold for a while and Grace knows she can’t hold him back for long enough to get them all out, she knows what she has to do. Finally, she lets up from holding him back, giving him a wicked smile when he relaxes too. There’s a very confused look on his face as he watches her. She feels like she’s floating in the moment, never having used her powers to this extent. It’s a terrifying feeling to her, honestly, holding so much power over someone.   

There’s only a few seconds for her to decide what to do, and it feels like the longest moment of her life. All she knows is that she needs to knock the man out at the very least. She extends both of her hands and lets out a yell, watching as the man’s feet come off the floor and he slams into the wall behind him. His head hits the hard wall with a thud and he slides down, body slumped over itself as he does. She’s not entirely sure what she did to him, but whether he was dead or just unconscious was a problem for the other Russians to figure out, not the five of them.   

“Hey, Grace, Henderson!” Steve says with a laugh. “That’s crazy, I was just talking about you." 

“Let’s get you guys outta here.” Grace says, finally looking over to Steve and Robin. 

“Get ready to run!” Dustin says. 

She can tell Steve is drugged when she goes over to untie them, but the situation at hand sobered him up for just a moment. His eyes are wide with fear and bewilderment as he looks to her and it may be the drugs talking but—even in the most inopportune moment—he’s not sure he’s ever been more in love with someone in his life. Dustin and Grace get them untied and lead them back through the hallway, rushing towards the cart that’ll take them to the elevator as quickly as possible. The five of them pile in and Grace doesn’t even have time to protest being shoved into the back with the two drugged teens while Dustin starts it up. 

“Hey!” Steve says to her, his smile droopy as he reaches out to touch her hand. “You didn’t get hurt.” 

“I told you I’d get us outta here, Steve.” Grace says, a bitter smile on her lips as she looks at his cuts and swollen eye. “Are you okay?” 

“Never better!” Steve slurs, laughing giddily as he stares at her. “I’m just glad you’re safe, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t.” 

Grace knows he’s being more than truthful in the moment, the words nearly stabbing her in the heart as he talks. He doesn’t seem to notice how sad she is, but squeezes her hand as he looks back to Robin to continue their nonsense conversation. Of course, they’re all safe for now. But, Grace knows this is nowhere near the end of the battle they’re about to fight.

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Baby Moron | Steve Harrington

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pairing - Steve Harrington x pregnant!reader word count - 2,947 warnings - Stranger Things 3 spoilers A/N - this is for the anon who requested it AGES ago and @probablynotfinnwolfhard @linkispink1995 @exquisitebts and the anon who voted for this!

summary - You and Steve were in love, and all he wanted was to protect you- and that was before he found out you were pregnant. And now, trapped with the Russians and drugged out of his mind, Steve wouldn’t let a thing happen to you.

At 18, your life was not exactly going to plan. You did not plan to get pregnant, get kicked out of your parents’ house, and start living paycheck to paycheck with Steve Harrington.

You and Steve had been dating for a little over a year when you got pregnant. You were just glad he didn’t abandon you. You could deal with your parents disowning you as long as you had Steve.

And the two of you weren’t in this alone either. Steve still lived at home, and you had moved in with Hopper and El. It was challenging at times, but you were just glad you had the support of your friends.

You were searching for a job, but you kept coming up short. Steve’s job at Scoops Ahoy didn’t exactly provide you both with enough money to eventually support a child. You were so grateful that Hopper fed you and let you live with him for free, but you couldn’t mooch off of him forever. You needed a house of your own and a crib for a baby and formula and diapers and toys and clothes and more and more and more. Minimum wage from an ice cream parlor would not pay for that.

Still, you were grateful for Steve. He could’ve run away when he found out you were pregnant, but he didn’t.

You were about two weeks late on your period. You had been feeling increasingly nauseous. You were crabby and tired and irritable- all more so than usual. You went to the drug store and bought a pregnancy test as nonchalantly as you could, your eyes constantly on the lookout for someone you knew. Luckily, your parents weren’t home, so you burst into your house and headed straight to the bathroom.

The few minutes that it took for the test to show the results were agonizing. You searched the kitchen cupboards for a timer and set it, then paced back and forth in the bathroom. You chewed on your thumbnail the whole time. You weren’t ready to be a mother. You and Steve weren’t ready for those responsibilities. Steve. Steve wouldn’t stick around, that was for sure. What would you do without him? How would you do this without him?

The timer went off, and you snatched up the pregnancy test.

Positive.

You sunk to the ground, leaning your back against the cabinet and burst into tears. You couldn’t let go of the pregnancy test. Maybe if you squeezed it tightly enough, you could change your fate.

You loved kids, but you weren’t ready to have one. Hell, you felt like you were still one yourself.

You knew having an abortion was an option, but the idea of that scared you more than actually having the baby. It wasn’t that you were morally against abortions, it was just that, now that you were in a situation where you could actually get one, you weren’t sure you could do it.

If you weren’t 100% sure, you knew that option was out the window.

The next step, you knew, was to tell Steve. You had to do it right away, because the longer you put it off, the less likely you would be to do it until it was awkwardly late. You called Steve, trying to sound as calm as you could, and told him to come over. As soon as you opened your front door, he could tell something was wrong. He could see it in your eyes. You walked with him into the living room and sat down beside him. He tried to reach out for your hand, but you pulled away.

Steve thought you were breaking up with him. He started racking his brain, trying to think of what he had done. He was already ready with a hundred apologies for anything that came to mind.

“I’m pregnant.”

Okay. He was not ready for that.

“You, you’re, what did you say?”

You took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant, Steve.” He didn’t say anything and wasn’t even looking at you. You expected this, but it still hurt. “I’m so sorry, Steve. Maybe I forgot to take my birth control? I don’t know. I’m so, so sorry.” He still didn’t say anything, and his eyes were still on the floor. “Please say something.”

Steve heard the crack in your voice and finally looked up. He had tears in his eyes, but he didn’t look mad. Your heart felt a little more at ease. “You’re keeping it, right?” he asked. You nodded, and he sniffed. “I’m gonna be a dad?” He didn’t sound angry. Maybe a little scared, but not angry. A tear fell from your eye as you nodded.

“Yeah,” you said. “But you don’t have to, like, support-”

“Whoa, hey, what are you talking about?” he said. You finally let him hold your hands in his. “I’m going to support you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re not?”

“No,” Steve said, wiping a tear from your cheek. “No, of course not. I love you. And now we’re having a baby?” He laughed. “This is, it’s nuts. It’s not exactly how I expected our lives to go.”

“I know,” you said, feeling your lower lip quiver. 

“But I love you,” he said again. “And I’m totally ready to go down this road with you.”

“What if I can’t do it?” you asked with a sniff.

“You can do it,” he said. “Cuz you’re not gonna be alone, okay?”

“I’m gonna go crazy,” you said, putting your forehead in your hands. “I’m gonna turn into a crazy pregnant lady.”

Steve laughed again. “If you go crazy, we’ll go crazy together.”

Steve got a job at Scoops Ahoy right after that. Now, a little over two months later, he hated it. Not because it was a particularly bad job, but because he was an 18-year-old soon-to-be dad wearing a sailor uniform serving ice cream to children. You deserved better than that. He hated that he couldn’t give you something better than that. You didn’t mind at all though. Mostly because Steve’s job meant you could get free ice cream.

One day, Steve told you about this crazy Russian message he, Dustin, and his coworker Robin had heard over Dustin’s radio and decoded. When he said they (along with Erica Sinclair because of her convenient and small size- good for squeezing into small spaces) were going to try and find the underground Russian base, you told him you were going with him.

“No way,” he said as soon as the words left your lips. “You’re not coming.”

“And why not?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips.

“Did you not hear what I said about the guards with guns?” he asked.

“I did,” you said.

“Okay, well then that should explain it!” he huffed, throwing his hands in the air.

“I don’t care,” you said. “I’m going with you.”

“You’re pregnant!” he shouted. You were having the fight at your house in your bedroom, but Hopper was out with Joyce and El was out with The Party. You didn’t want them to know about the pending Russian base infiltration, so you were glad they were gone.

“I’m not even three months along!” you said. “I’m already getting bored with you and Hop basically putting me under house arrest. I just want an adventure.”

“Then we can go on a road trip or something!” he said. “I’m not letting you risk your life for this.”

“If you really thought it was a life threatening journey, I don’t think you’d be letting Erica Sinclair go with you. Or Dustin for that matter.”

Steve knew he would lose the fight no matter how hard he tried. He considered telling Hopper, but that would probably get him and Dustin in trouble as well. So, he just caved.

The hardest part of you tagging along was that no one knew you were pregnant. Steve couldn’t ask you repeatedly if you were okay because the others would think he had gone crazy. All he could do was bite his tongue and let you handle yourself.

When you got in the storage room, Steve opened one of the boxes to see what was inside. The contents inside were, well-

“That’s definitely not Chinese food.”

You tried to get a closer look at the contents of the box, but Steve held out an arm to hold you back. “No,” he said sternly.

“What do you mean, no?” you sassed back.

“Just step back, okay?” he said. “This stuff could be dangerous.”

“No, not okay,” you said. “You die, I die, Steve. We’re a team.”

The others were watching your interaction, but no one took notice to the way you put your hand over your stomach. Steve, however, did.

When the elevator fell to the ground floor, you toppled over amongst a pile of boxes. Steve jumped to action as soon as the elevator stopped moving. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Please tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m fine,” you said, pushing yourself off the ground. “In fact, I’m great now that I know that Russians can’t design elevators!” Steve put his arm around you, pulling you close to his side and kissing the top of your head.

There were a few fleeting moments where you thought you were going to be okay. You made it out of the elevator, Steve won the fight against the Russian, and you found what was happening at the base. Sure, finding another gate wasn’t exactly a win, but you at least now had something to tell Hopper or some other authority about once you got out. But then, you didn’t get out.

At least you, Steve, and Robin didn’t get out.

The Russians split the three of you up to interrogate you individually. “Steve!” you screamed as they dragged you away from him.

“Don’t touch her!” Steve shouted. “I swear to God, don’t touch her!”

When the door between the two of you closed, you felt utterly defeated. They tied your arms behind your back, and one of the Russians tilted your head up to look at him. “Who do you work for?” he asked, his accent thick.

“I don’t work for anyone,” you whimpered. “Steve and Robin work for Scoops Ahoy. I swear, we didn’t mean to come here.”

The Russian slapped you across the face.

This was not going to end well.

They eventually brought you back into the room with Steve, and Robin was there too. “Steve,” you cried, trying to walk over to him. The Russians held you back though, walking you where they wanted you to go. They sat you on a chair so that you, Steve, and Robin were making a triangle shape with your chairs. Steve was unconscious, and Robin was fighting against her restraints. “What did you do to him?” you sobbed.

“Your friend needs a doctor,” the Russian said. “Good thing we have the very best.”

You were trying to keep your chill. You were jealous of Robin who was acting so strong. Granted you tried to cut yourself some slack. Pregnancy hormones and all.

“He’ll be okay,” Robin told you, trying to reach for your hand. You felt her fingers graze yours, and you let out a sigh. Robin started screaming for help, and you focused on not breaking down into sobs again.

“Hey, would you stop yelling?”

Both you and Robin breathed out sighs of relief when Steve woke up. “Are you okay?” you asked him.

“I’m fine,” he said. “How’re you? Are you hurt? Did they hit your-”

“I’m fine,” you said, cutting Steve off. “I just want to get out of here and go home.”

The three of you tried to bounce your chairs over to a table where you saw a pair of scissors, but you all fell to the ground. Your broke apart from each other, but you were all still tied to your respective chairs. “Great,” you mumbled. “I’m gonna die in an underground Russian base.”

“We’re not gonna die,” Robin said.

“At least I don’t have to worry about my parents giving a shit,” you said. “Since, you know, they don’t speak to me anymore.”

“Stop talking like that,” Steve said. “We’re all gonna make it out of this, okay?”

When the Russians came back, planning to inject all three of you with some drug, Steve protested as much as he could. “Don’t give her any!” he said, pulling at his restraints to try and get to you. “Don’t give either of them any! Stop!”

They, as expected, ignored him and shot you all in the neck. It didn’t take long for the drugs to come into effect, even though the three of you didn’t think anything was happening. When the Russians came back, you, Steve, and Robin were in a fit of giggles. “Who do you work for?” the Russian asked.

“Scoops,” Steve said. He snickered. “Scoops Ahoy.” The three of you laughed. “Except (Y/N).”

“No, I don’t work there,” you said, shaking your head.

“She’s just my girlfriend,” Steve said. “My girlfriend carrying my little baby.”

“Baby?” Robin repeated.

“Oh my god,” you said, your eyes growing wide. You started to giggle. “We haven’t told anyone except our parents.” You looked at the Russians. “How about that? You guys are part of our journey.” You looked down at your belly. “Hear that little person? These crazy Russians know you’re in there.”

“You’re pregnant?” Robin said. “Congratulations! That’s awesome.”

“We’re gonna name it Moron,” you said. “After these stupid Russians.” You all burst out laughing until the Russian man pulled out some sort of weapon and pointed it at your head. “Ooo, that’s shiny,” you said. “What’re you gonna do with that?” You looked down at your belly again. “What do you think they’re gonna do little baby? Good things or bad things?”

“Soon there will be no little baby for you to talk to,” the Russian said. What they were about to do clicked to Steve before it clicked to you and Robin at all.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, no, wait, stop!” Steve shouted. “Stop, stop, don’t hurt her!” He hesitated for less than a second. “There was a code!” he said. “We heard a code!”

And just like that, Steve confessed everything. Just as quickly, Dustin and Erica came to the rescue. You all stumbled along, rushing out of the base. “Guys,” you said to Dustin and Erica. “I’m pregnant. Did you know that? Stevie boy knocked me up!”

“Is she serious?” Erica asked Dustin. He shrugged, still looking around trying to figure out what to do.

“I’m serious!” you said. You lifted up your shirt, trying to show off your barely existent baby bump. “It looks like a food baby, but it’s a real baby! Little baby Moron.”

“Baby Moron?” Erica repeated.

“Jesus Christ,” Dustin said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Come on. We need to hide them.”

You, Steve, and Robin sat in a movie theater, munching on popcorn while Dustin and Erica tried to figure out what to do next. But when the three of you started to feel sick, you rushed out of the theater and to the nearest bathroom, puking up all the drugs in your system. “Fuck,” you mumbled, leaning your back against the stall door. “Are you guys okay?” you asked Steve and Robin.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked.

“‘M fine,” you mumbled, pressing your hand to your forehead. Steve slid under the stall and joined you in yours.

“How’s the little one?” he asked, pressing his hand to your stomach.

“I’m okay,” you told him. “I think we’re both okay.”

“You really are pregnant, huh?” Robin said from her stall.

You laughed lightly. “Yeah. Yeah I am.”

Slowly but surely, the three of you completely came down from your high. Robin ended up telling you both that she was a lesbian which resulted in the three of you hugging on the bathroom floor. That was how Dustin and Erica found you.

When you all found your way to the others, Steve pulled you aside. “I want you to go home,” he said.

“What?”

“Go back to Hopper’s,” he told you. “It’s safer there. I’ll come to you when this is all over.”

“You’re kidding right now, right?” you said.

“(Y/N), please don’t argue with me,” he said.

“I’m not leaving you, Steve!”

“I can’t lose you both!” he shouted. The others turned to look at the two of you, but neither of you batted an eye. Your face dropped as Steve’s eyes filled with tears. “Alright? I can’t lose you both. I need you to keep yourself safe and-” He cut himself off by laying a hand on your stomach.

Those who didn’t know of your pregnancy -Max, Lucas, Mike, Will, Joyce, Jonathan, and Nancy- looked at those who did -Hopper, El, Dustin, Robin, and Erica- with wide eyes. The others gave awkward smiles like kids caught keeping a secret from their parents.

Again, you and Steve were oblivious.

“Steve,” you whispered, laying your hands on his cheeks. “I’m not leaving you, okay? You die, I die, remember?”

“Please-”

“I won’t raise a child in a world you’re not in,” you said. “End of discussion. So-” You turned back to the group. “-we’re all going to make sure that doesn’t happen, right? We’re gonna win this.”

Seven months later, you gave birth to James “Jim” (Y/L/N)-Harrington, a healthy baby boy weighing in at seven pounds, eight ounces and measuring 20-inches long. Steve was by your side, Hopper was in your heart, your friends were in the waiting room, and a shiny diamond ring was on your finger.

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[slashersteve]

Stuck With Me

requested by anonymous: Steve imagine where the reader gets tortured with Steve and Robin and Steve realizes he loves her. You can do anything you want with it just kinda like the general idea! Thanks!

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

summary: you and Steve have been through some tough shit, but it was always together. This time, it really seems like you’re going to die and Steve doesn’t want to die without telling you something first. 

warnings: I guess drug use, and some blood, curse words.

notes: I had fun writing this lmaoo, also I loosely based this off of the reader from Hit and Run! because I like the idea of the reader getting dragged into everything alsdklsjdla I hope you like this anon! ~

!!!Spoiler Alert for Stranger Things 3!!!

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You don’t know how you allow yourself to get into these situations, you’d think you’d learn the first time to say ‘No I don’t think I will help you’ to Steve Harrington when he asked for your help to translate a secret Russian communication and find a way into the stock room where they believed Russian weapons were being transported. 

Honestly though, Steve could ask you to march right into the upside down and you would do it, you liked the guy that much. And now, here you were, arms bounded to your side inside an underground Russian lair with an incredibly painful headache and a Russian man asking you the same questions for the past hour or so.

“Who do you work for?” the Russian general or whatever asked you for the hundredth time, and you answered for the hundredth time, “The Gap- you know the clothing store?! You know the one!? I sell clothes! Literally just clothes!”

“How did you find out about this place?”

“Oh my god guy! I told you! It was by accident! Did you forget?!” you nearly cried out, he glared at you, and for a moment it seemed that he was finally going to believe you, but you should’ve known better before you got slapped. Your head swung to the side, and you let out a painful groan.

“Who do you work for?”

Dear god, you thought, this was the longest night of your damn life.

Eventually, after being questioned and slapped around a bit more- they finally took you out of the interrogation room, you were still conscious, and your face was burning and aching. They tossed you into a new room, you stumbled onto the ground for your feet and hands were bounded together.

You fell to the ground with a hard thud, and a curse word slipping from your lips. 

“(y/n)! Are you okay!?” you heard the familiar voice of Robin, you looked up from your spot on the ground, seeing her bounded to a chair. You blinked.

“Just peachy thanks,” you replied, then your eyes averted to the person on the ground next to you. Your eyes widened when you saw it was Steve, he was knocked out cold, face all bruised up and bloody. His mess of brown hair going in every direction possible. You suspected that he got the worse treatment, because you and Robin weren’t beat till unconsciousness, in fact you don’t think they even got to questioning Robin yet. She looked untouched. 

“Steve? Steve?! Robin please tell me he’s like...alive!” you said, trying to roll over to him which proved to be more difficult than expected. Instead of rolling, you more so flopped around like a fish out of water, trying to get to Steve.

“He’s alive, just...knocked out cold, been for a while, he groaned like once,” Robin replied, voice shaking. You let out a sigh of relief, allowing your body to relax for just a second, you rested your head against the hard ground next to Steve’s face. 

“Thank god,” you said quietly, Robin nodded in agreement. 

“What did you tell them?” Robin asked, before you could reply, the Russian general and the guards returned, taking Robin now. You tried your best, yelling and even attempting to trip the guards from taking her. 

“Let me go you fucking bastards!” Robin struggled as they dragged her out of the room, and they didn’t leave the room without giving you a hard smack in on your cheek that rendered you weak and dizzy. They really pack a hit, don’t they?

“You assholes! You fucking assholes!” you cried angrily, but had to stop because your own voice was making your head hurt even more. You looked forward, seeing Steve’s unconscious face, your attention quickly turned back to Steve and you realized the slap simply brought you closer to him. You quickly wiggled the rest of the way near him, reaching up with your bounded hands to gently touch his face, “Damn, they really beat you huh?” you asked the unconscious Steve, seriously it wasn’t the first time you’ve seen Steve with a bruised up face- in fact you’re sure you’ve seen it more times than you liked. 

It still hurt every time to see him this hurt, the first time he definitely deserved it- Jonathan gave him a run for his money and that knocked some sense into the guy- but the second time, you saw that fight happen right before your eyes. He looked just as bad, not as bad as right now though. You sighed, shaking him slightly.

He wouldn’t wake up, but you continued to try. Eventually, after you’ve given up on trying to wake him and managed to wiggle your way to the door and bang on it with your feet, Steve woke up with a loud groan. 

“Would someone get that door?” he asked groggily, your eyes lit up and you quickly slid your bottom on the ground to get to Steve. 

“You’re awake! Thank god you’re awake-” you squeaked as you got too excited and ended up tumbled back onto your side next to Steve. His eyes were squinted as he got a good look at you. 

“(y/n)- you’re okay- what the hell did those-” he was instantly worried about you, seeing your bruised up cheek and busted open lip. You shook your head.

“Don’t worry about me- worry about yourself- you’ve been out for a while now,” you said, “I was afraid you didn’t make it.” Steve blinked. 

“They can’t get rid of me that easy,” he chuckled, and so did you. Steve let out another painful groan as he tried to look around, “Where’s Robin?” 

“They took her after they threw me in here,” you said, Steve cursed and began to try and get out his ties, you didn’t try to stop him because maybe he could get out of them, but after a while he gave up and you said, “I’ve tried everything- I yelled, banged on the door, tried to knock down a table- it’s...just hopeless.” You frowned now, Steve rested his head back on the ground and looked at you. 

“I never imagined my death like this,” Steve admitted, you pursed your lips together, and suddenly smiled, Steve raised a brow, “What?” 

“It’s just- this is exactly how I imagined my death,” you replied, Steve now raised both brows and had to let out a breathless laugh. 

“You imagined yourself dying with me in an underground Russian base?” he questioned, making you laugh as well. 

“Not the base part, just with you. You all beaten up too. Not in a sailor suit though,” you looked his outfit and he scoffed, “I’ve had too many close calls with you, I couldn’t imagine myself dying without you there,” you admitted, it was a dark thought sure, but it’s just how it was, you sighed, “Kind of romantic? Eh?” Steve smiled softly. 

“Yeah- kinda. In a dark sort of way,” he agreed, you both chuckled. Steve was starring at the smile on your lips, glazing over the open cut with dried up blood as he realized that perhaps you guys were going to die. You were literally dead center in an underground secret Russian base, who’s to say that by the time Dustin and Erica get out of here to get help you three wouldn’t be dead already. 

Steve reached forward with his bounded hands and hooked his loose pinky finger with yours. You hooked yours around his too, enjoying the small skin to skin contact.

“It’s also kind of poetic, the first time- I saved you from being some demogorgon chow, the second time you saved me. Now- we can’t even save each other.” You let out a breath and shook your head. 

“That’s even darker than what I said, Harrington,” you said, Steve weakly smiled and you did as well. You both just stared at each other, as not very likely friends suddenly two of the closest friends. You disliked Steve at first, being friends with Jonathan meant not liking Steve at all, but the night he came over to Jonathan’s house to apologized and saved you from being torn apart by that demogorgon- that changed. 

It was the same for Steve, not that he didn’t like you- just didn’t know who you were personally, not until that day. How you both sat on the Byers’ couch, he was wrapping your injured arm that was clawed by the demogorgon with a bandage and you two got to talking. A friendship had bloomed that day, and Steve really liked you. Like really liked you, except he never admitted it to himself or anyone else that this feeling wasn’t just...a feeling for a friend. 

And right now, knowing that you guys weren’t going to make it out of here alive without some kind of miracle, Steve realized how much he did actually love you. It wasn’t just moments like this, he’s always felt it when you’d come to Scoops Ahoy, smiling and calling him cute in his uniform, watching horror movies together in the theater, you hiding your face in his chest at the scary parts, sharing a soda, your stupid jokes and your love for strawberry ice-cream- he was stupidly in love with you and he needed to let you know before he couldn’t get the chance to.

“Hey- can I tell you something (y/n)? Before you know- we probably die.” 

“Yes?”

Before Steve could tell you, they returned with Robin and that’s when a whole other turn of events happened. All three of you were shot up with truth serum, and drugged out of your damn minds. You don’t really remember most of it, just the colors, and the running, and the excitement.

When you finally weren’t high out of your mind, you were bent over the toilet in the women’s restroom in the mall, puking all the contents of your stomach out. Then you rejoined Dustin and Erica as your normal selves, and met up with the kids, with Joyce and Hopper- then everything literally everything happened. You couldn’t even be that shocked anymore, that surprised that shit like this happened again. 

You were sitting by yourself at the back of an ambulance, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, and holding an ice pack to your cheek. You were staring at the ground wondering what the fuck your life had really become. 

You feel like you’ve seen and done it it all. You’d been clawed to death by a demogorgon, almost eaten by one, seen a fucking monster made out of melted human flesh?? You were tortured, actually tortured by Russians- and even- was drugged out of your mind for the first time. You had to shake your head at how ridiculous this all sounded- and then Steve approached you. 

He was holding an ice-pack to his own face, and you looked up at him to greet him. 

“Hey- feeling better?” he asked, you groaned in pain as an answer. You scooted over so he could sit down next to you. He got the message and squeezed in the spot next to you, your shoulders were touching, so he wrapped his arm around you. You let him. 

“So- looks like we survived and get to live until the next time our lives are endangered,” Steve said, trying to lighten up your obvious down mood. You laughed, and nodded. 

“I guess so- hopefully next time we almost die it’s not tied up in a Russian base,” you said, Steve nodded. 

“Noted- any further situations that arise that include secret Russian facilities- I’ll make sure to leave you alone.” You giggled, and snuggled closer to him. Steve sucked in a breath. 

“No you won’t, you have to tell me. We’re a team Steve, wherever you go I go- also the cycle starts over now- you have to be there next time to save me, and I’ll be there the next time to save you,” you looked up at him, Steve quirked up an eyebrow and smiled softly.

“Of course, that makes total sense.” You winked at him, and put the icepack back on your cheek, sighing out of satisfaction from the cold. He eyed you for a moment, recalling the last time he really looked at you- when you were both down there. It seemed at that moment that everything was hopeless, that it was the end of the run for you two- after all these years you two were finally going to bite the dust- but at least it would’ve been together. It was too much of a close call that Steve knew he couldn’t just bury these damn feelings inside and ignore them any longer. He loved you, he really did and even if you didn’t return those feelings- you at least needed to know.

“Remember- I wanted to tell you something before you know- we were drugged up and tortured some more,” Steve said as casual as he could, you hummed as a response, eyes closed still, “Just- okay this is going to sound weird right now- but down there, I realized something that I should’ve realized a long time ago. And it’s uh- okay if you don’t feel the same way but-”

“Steve you’re hurting my head,” you whined as you looked up at him, and he quickly and quietly apologized. 

“I just- I love you (y/n),” he said in a softer voice, those words made you suddenly freeze up. You were no longer blinking, or probably even breathing. You just stared at him like an idiot, wondering if you just heard those words correctly. Steve suddenly looked very embarrassed, believing that he actually did just ruin this entire friendship. 

But then you turned towards him and gave a shy, teasing smile, “You what me?” Steve blinked. 

“You want me to say it again?” he asked, and you looked up at him with innocent eyes, making him nervously smile, “I love you, okay, jeesh, is that what you want?” 

“One more time?” Steve rolled his eyes, then leaned in and kissed you. You hummed in surprise, and returned the kiss. Steve leaned away, a dorky smile on his lips. 

“I love you (y/n),” he said for a third and final time. You smiled, the aching in your head suddenly being forgotten for the time being. You licked your lips and replied, “I love you too Steve.” Hearing that made Steve feel all soft inside, and he held you closer to him. A shit-eating grin grew on his lips. 

“You...what me?” 

You leaned over to laugh, and said it again. You sighed, it was a happy sigh that at least something good came out of this entire night. The only thing that’s felt right in your life for a long time, being in Steve’s arms. 

You two were officially stuck together now, and not just for demogorgon killing, or breaking into Russian facilities together, in life now. And that made you happy. 

[starkeyboy]

not without me ° SH

requested: ok so, being out of town and coming back like around the end of ep.8 (where theyre all like outside the mall after) and just running into steves arms but also being so so angry and “what the FUCK did you think you were doing trying to crack russian codes and fight the soviets WITHOUT TELLING ME”

“steve?” i said as i saw him sitting in an ambulance. he had an ice pack on his eyes and bandages around his face. he immediately looked over at me and got up quickly.

once he was close to me, i gently put my hands on his face.

“what have you done?” i said as tears pooled my eyes, seeing my boy in pain.

“hey hey hey, i’m okay! i’m fine, i can’t even feel it anymore,” he said taking me in his arms. i shook my head as i tried my hardest to not hurt him. he rubbed my back as he soothes me and whispers sweet nothings.

“how did this even happen?” i said, looking back up to him.

“sooo, the gate was reopening, because of these russians, so we went into there “storage unit” and you know like 2 hours in the whole freaking underground military base, the russians found us. and caught robin and i. i got beat up BUT baby! i knocked out a fucking russian,” i looked at him confused. he was only smiling as he beamed about finally winning a fight.

“so fill me in again. you. robin. dustin and erica. went into a russian unit,” he was only nodding as i spoke more. “you. the steve harrington. fought a russian. AND won. but couldn’t give me a heads up before you went in this so called “storage unit,”” i said as he now looked confused.

“so called? honey this actually happened!” he shook my shoulders.

“so russians beat the crap out of you?” he nodded again, thinking i’m crazy. “you’re out of your mind,” i said feeling like i should walk away.

“how?” he asked, confusion on his face.

“you thought walking into a russian unit was a good idea!? you could’ve died, steve! you almost fucking did!” i said as a tear fell down my cheek. his eyes softened as he looked at me. seeing how absolutely scared i am.

“baby...” he said taking me into his arms. i gently wrapped my arms around him as i sobbed into his chest. “i’m sorry, i should’ve thought about you in this situation,” he whispers in my ear. “i was just hoping to stop them.”

“you can’t stop a russian military with two adults and two children,” i mumble. he chuckled and wrapped me closer to him.

“i’ll think about you next time,” he says.

“steve.” i said looking up at him. “there won’t be a next time, got it? unless i’m helping.”

[harringtonheartache]

Call It Fate, Call It Karma | Part One

Part Two

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Y/n is one of the Scoops Troop who finds herself in the underground Russian base, and ultimately ends up strapped to the back of Steve Harrington whilst facing imminent death. (Essentially Steve & Robin’s interrogation but the reader is in Robin’s place). 

Warning(s): Stranger Things 3 spoilers, descriptions of blood and violence, cussing

Word Count: 1,951

A/N: I am 100% in fucking love with Steve Harrington. The title is taken from a song by the same name by The Strokes, it’s cute, maybe give it a listen. Request more ST fics if ya want, Steve prompts in particular are appreciated :-). I love my chaos boyfriend. This is a part one! If you bitches want a second part tell me, although I will probably do it anyway because I feel weird leaving this story without a true conclusion. Okay enjoy. 

The next punch to her face hit the air with the sound of a popping balloon. Her hand gripped the underside of the cold metal bench, the cool surface stimulating a sense of relief against her warm palms. This was not the first blow she has received in the past hour, as her expression was painted with reds and blues to match the Fourth of July festivities going on elsewhere. She closed her eyes, tired of fighting a battle with the fluorescent lights that seemed to hang from the ceiling just to cause her discomfort. This was taken as an act of insubordination to the Russian man who crouched before her. He took her whole face in one of his large hands, insistent on holding her full attention. His finger pushed aggravatingly on her swollen eye, an action that heightened the pain in her face. He spoke to her in English, but not even the removal of the language barrier would allow her drained mind to understand what was said to her so sternly. 

Apparently whatever was spoken acted as a preface to a change of location. As her body began being dragged out of the small room, she felt a strange alleviation of fear. While she made sure to remember that they could very well be taking her into a kill room to rid themselves of her as a liability, she took comfort in knowing that one phase of her torture interrogation was over. Her legs followed her upper body limply, her front side facing the ceiling as a large man pulled her like a wagon by the arm. She pulled once against his grip, as if this feeble attempt would grant her an upper hand in anyway. As if it was nothing to him (because it wasn’t), he slung her across the floor in front of him. She slid a good amount, smashing into Steve like two children at the bottom of a sledding hill. 

Their bodies laid there for a second, like two corpses awaiting disposal. Exhausted and half-conscious, Y/n used her knees to turn herself around to face Steve. “St- Steve? Hey, can you hear me?” He was with matching bodily damage, although it was safe to say that he had it a little worse than her during the interrogation phase. Her fingers met his shirt for a second, and she got one tug in before she herself was pulled from the floor and sat in a chair. Her shouts of disapproval were ignored as if they went unheard. Steve was removed from the ground as well, and placed in a chair that met the back of Y/n’s. Being the only one of the two imprisoned who remained conscious, she yelled profusely in displeasure. Much to her dismay, the men funneled out of the room like penguins, leaving them alone for the first time since their abduction. 

“Steve, wake up. Steve please fucking wake up, please. For fucks sake! Steve wake up.” Her voice was strained and weak, matching her worn appearance. She had endured her share of beatings without any urge to cry, but it was in this moment she felt that straining in the back of her throat that was usually followed by tears. “Steve fucking wake up,” the volume of her own voice added slightly to her increasing panic. She stirred indignantly in her chair, hoping that her movement -in addition to her rasping voice- would be enough to steal Steve from his unconscious state. After a few minutes of this, she was rewarded with a sound from him. “Hmm? Y/n?” 

“Steve! Oh fuck, thank you. Steve? Wake up. Are you awake?”

 “Uhhhh uh huh,” he dragged out the “h’s” of his speech, still struggling significantly with being awake. She let out a relieved laugh, but still worried for his physical state. “Are you okay?” She asked. “My ears are ringing, and I can’t really breathe. My eye feels like it’s about to pop out of my skull, but you know, apart from that I’m doing pretty good.” Although laced with sarcasm, the exchange of full sentence-length speech was reassuring. 

She closed her eyes again, this time able to do so without being met with an angry hand to her face. An almost content sigh left her bruised body. “What about you?” He asked. “I’m, uh.. bleeding. But okay,” she told him. Now that he was awake, her mind calmed, and she gave herself a moment to take in the room and weigh their options. There were a few drops of blood notable against the pale tile, a detail that some might overlook. Despite the contrast of the deep red and polished blue, the blood did not look abnormal splashed against the floor. The nature of the room invited spilled blood as a decoration. She leaned her head backwards to rest on Steve’s shoulder, physical contact that was comforting to the both of them. In a moment of dumb concern, she worried about bloodying his work uniform with her face. This maybe a thoughtful fear, had the interrogators been just as considerate in preserving his clothing during his own beating. 

She lifted her head after a minute or so, recognizing that she’d better use her time wisely. While the situation was very much real, she could not picture herself meeting her end in the minute room she sat in, strapped to the back of Steve Harrington. Looking to her left, she counted six metal tools spread out on a tray, like something you would see at the dentist’s office. The first of those six items was a pair of shining scissors. An excited huff of air left her nose as a smile spread across her mouth. “Hey, look to your right. There's a pair of scissors. If we hop together, maybe we can reach them.” It seemed like a solid plan, and Steve was enthused to follow her direction. “Oh shit, yeah let’s try that.”

Two hops in and perhaps feeling a little too confident, a third jump knocked them from their triumphant state and landed them on that pale blue floor. Despite their situation, the cool tile felt nice on their burning faces once they were down there. A drop of blood that had been making it’s way down Steve’s neck had it’s path redirected, and now moved horizontally, painting him a necklace of red. When it reached the floor, it added another splash to the already bloodied tile, looking just as natural as the others had. 

Given the circumstance, cuss words were the only vocabulary Y/n felt were appropriate to spill. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” A fitting trilogy of words. She started off her next sentence with another word from her list of obscenities. “Shit, we’re really dead, huh?”

 “No, no, no, we’re not dying here. We will not die in an underground Russian base that we didn’t know existed twenty-four hours ago,” he told her in a manner that he hoped would convince both of them that it was the truth. Y/n longed to blindly believe him; to be able to take his word for it that they would survive the rabbit hole their curiosity damned them down would be paradisaical. How polite of childish wonder to dig a grave for you (and a friend!). 

“I admire your optimism,” she spoke to him slowly. She felt defeated in every sense of the word. A brief silence fell over the two, but didn’t last as Steve spoke again. “I am optimistic that we will get out of here, but while it still looks like we are facing inevitable doom, can I say something?” He wished that he could read her face, but he remained incapable of doing so whilst strapped to the fallen chair. His hands laid in tight correspondence with one another, although the wraps that held them together with his legs were a sub-concern in comparison to the hurt he felt in his face. His hair had dried significantly since it had stuck to the back of his neck with sweat in the room that he was beaten. It had still managed to frame his face without flaw, although a tad messier than before; it worked for him. Not even a severe assault hindered his hairstyle. He laid stiffly on the floor, still forced into sitting posture from the chair he was tied to. With his head against the floor, his side profile emulated an artistically tragic painting, one that used watercolors to detail the bruises and blood.

Y/n, with her back to him, felt the slight shift in conversational atmosphere with her entire body. “Sure,” she didn’t leave him in much anticipation. An aimless memory had risen to the top of Steve’s consciousness, like bubbles appearing at the surface of a boiling water pot. “Do you remember when you helped me pass senior year English?” Truly a bizarre event to summon to mind when faced with death. Nonetheless, she did remember this. She remembered in great detail. While many found their newly developed friendship a curious occurrence, their personal progression from demodog mercenaries to honest friends was a comfort to both participants. “Yeah,” she reassured him, prompting him to continue. “I would come home actually excited to study, because with you it was fun. I mean, we became friends because all of the end-of-world demodog bullshit, but it was nice to do something normal with you. And you know we’ve hung out a lot since then, and now we are back to our more life-threatening pastimes, but I guess I just wanted to tell you how much fun I had while it lasted,” he said, his voice honeyed. “I know I am totally throwing a wrench in my optimism facade but I had to say it because to be honest, I am not completely sure Dustin isn’t utterly lost in the vents right now,” Steve finished, returning to a more light-hearted way of talking.  

This monologue flared a laugh from Y/n, and one that actually wasn’t tinctured with delusion. “Thanks, Steve. Me too. I agree, it was fun while it lasted. It is weird that it took the end of the world to bring us together.” Another chuckle left her and spread to Steve as well. “Is that pitiful or just fate?” she posed a question. “I’m just going to call it fate,” he said, his voice airy and amused. Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps karma was instead more suiting a word. If they were in all actuality saving the world, maybe becoming close with one another was their compensation. To draw a line between inevitable outcome and simple cause and effect seemed unnecessary, though. “If it is at all a comfort, I have a little more faith in Dustin’s navigation skills than you,” she added, her tone conciliatory. 

Their wild cachinnation grew, but was cut short when the Russian men returned to the room. The two were pulled from the ground just as harshly as they had been thrown down. It was then that a syringe was presented to the two of them. The needle sticking out of the top end took the hostages right back down to reality; pulled them from their previous conversation that had acted as a rather effective distraction. It was that needle that put a new, sick thought in Y/n’s head: was it good karma they had acquired, or bad? Maybe they saved Hawkins, or maybe they messed with an entity they were to leave alone. Perhaps their relationship was a reward, or perhaps it was a punishment, for it would end cruelty in torment and death in this small doctor’s office of a room.

[jinxthequeergirl]

Damn It

Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader also kinda Robin Buckley x reader

Summary: you are the only one held hostage and drugged on the way up you basically tell Steve What's up

Warning: angst, swearing

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You did it. You told Steve harrington everything.

How you loved him, And you wanted to tell him how the kiss you shared with him the night of the snow ball was more than a heat of the moment thing.

But all you told him was you loved him.

His response? Well that was the kicker. He smiled simpily and said. "I love you too pal!" And playfully punched your shoulder.

You forced a smile and laughed a little louder than would have been normal and punched him back. "Right! I knew that!"

The thought still cut through your head despite everything on your body aching. You groaned throwing your head back. "HEY fuckers! I'm getting bored in here!!"

You wiggled your wrists around in there restraints do to discomfort. You wanted to cry but then again you didn't want to give the Russians that satisfaction.

Your head hurt, as did your ribs, cheeks, and many other parts of your face and body. You where really just doing your best to keep everyone safe.

While your brother lead your small group through the halls of the underground base you kept good distance behind them in order to distract and block the Russians chasing you.

You failed as you whipped around suddenly to knock down a stack of boxes. They kept running and you stumbled over a few boxes landing you where you were.

You let out a long breath. You had no clue if they had left or if they where coming to find you. So you sat there in a room the Russians had thrown you into after they beat the living shit out of you.

"HELOOOOO???" you stomped your feet like an angry toddler. And just on cue the door swung open.

"Oh thank god! Can I ease get some ware...What are those?" you asked leaning over to look at the doctor who had walked in with the head Russian.

"If you refuse to tell us who you work for then we have no choice but to force it out of you." you furrowed your brows best you could but that quickly changed when the doctor appeared beside you with a full syringe.

"Hey chill pal...HEY no, no,no!" you stop your plee when he stuck the needle on your neck, you let an was piercing scream as he did so. Loud enough to cause the group just down the hall to wince.

Steve got up quickly to charge in but Dustin stopped him. "Wha slow down!"

"We need a logical plan."

"Yea you had your moment but we saw all the weapons and stuff they enough on there." Erica agreed, Robin simply nodded. He looked worriedly at the door but say patiently.

Within a matter of minutes you where laughing and kicking your legs in the air as you did so. "Hey guy! Look, look at what I can do!" you said to the head Russian you kicked your leg up high almost kicking him in the face. "Look at how high that was! Did you see!"

He smiled angrily. "I will ask one more time....who.do.you.work for!?"

"I told you silly! KFC! I work for sanders!"

He slapped you and you stared at the side for a moment before crying. The head nodded to the door and everyone in the room left while you cried.

Suddenly the door was open again and Steve appeared in front of you. "Henderson? Hey look it's me! Stop crying I'm here now! Look it's Dustin too!"

Your face instantly lit up. "STEVIE!" you leaned forward and soon your hands where free allowing you to wrap your arms around him.

"Wha careful there!" He scooped you up in his arms. "God are you ok?" he asked examining your face. You smiled best you could. "I am now!" you said cheekily.

"Guys lets go!" robin said urgently. He nodded and you held on right as he ran out of the room with you In his arms.

"Harrington! My Prince charming!" you said throwing your head back in laughter. he looked at you worried  but continued on until you reached the elevator.

He set you down and you booped him before he helped your brother start the elevator.

The ride was scilent for the most part except for the fact that you where constantly talking and laughing. The four of them stared at you.

"Is she drunk?" asked Erica finally. "I don't know!" Dustin took a seat In front of you and shook you. "Y/n! What's the matter with you!?"

You smiled and pulled him into a hug. "Awe my baby brother! Always so worried about me!" He tried to femree himself but failed.

You gasped and pulled him away. "That reminds me! Hey does everyone wanna hear a story?" they opened there mouths to answer but you cut them off.

"Well! I'm in love with steve! Like painfully in love with steve! And Dusty! Awe my bro...he told me not to do that but I'm stupid and did so anyways!"

Everyone was scilent and Steve looked at you with slight dread. "And I told him I loved him and you wanna know what he said?" Dustin glared at steve as he looked every where but you.

"I love you too pal!" you three your head back laughing. "And...and to think!" you struggled with contineing the story do to your laughter.

"And to think....I actually thought you felt the same! And and I kissed you! Dustin I kissed him! Did you know that?"

Dustin gritted his teeth. "No."

You just laughed at his response.

"I love you PAL?" Robin asked slightly annoyed.

"Well I...I..." the elevator finally stopped and you hopped up. "Great in starving!"

You opened the door ready to run out. But steve stopped you. "Wow wait!" He grabed you upon seeing two Russian men standing outside and quickly ran the oposite direction with you close behind.

You all ran into the mall and Dustin took charge taking your other hand and pulling you from him. "The movie theater!"

"I LOVE THE MOVIES!" you shouted as he pulled you into a theater and shushing you.

"Robin sit with her." she nodded and sat down in the seat Dustin had sat you in. "Stay here with robin ok?"

You nodded and smiled at her. "She's my best friend why would I leave her!?" you said throwing your arms around her happily.

Dustin lead Erica and Steve to three seats on the other end, once they where seated Dustin punched steve and Erica slapped the back of his head all at once.

"Ow!"

"Idiot!"

"Doofus!"

His face heated up and he frowned. "I get it I fucked up! "

"Majorly! I know why I had to drag her to scoops to help us now!"

He furrowed his brows. "She said she was happy to help!"

"It was a lie doofus! You hurt her why would she want to be around you? And when she was around you why would she not lie about being glad to see you?"

"Listen I didn't know thats-"

"Guys! Hey guys!" they three of them leaned over to Robin who was pointing at the empty seat beside her.

"Shit."

You huffed and currled up into a ball with your eyes squeezed tightly shut trying to calm the pounding pain in your head.

After sneaking away for a moment to get a snack you ended up running to the bathroom to puke instead. So you sat on the floor of the bathroom feeling like you just crashed after a sugar high.

"Y/n? Y/n!?" you peeked up from your arms and saw robin.

"There you are!" you gave a weak smile.

"Hi there..." she sat down next to you. "Are...you ok?" you sighed and leaned your head back against the stall.

"I dunno...everything on my face and bodie hurts...there's an awful taste in my mouth and...I'm so,so tired." she chuckled and sat next to you.

"Listen...I'm sorry for what steve did to you..."You tensed up. "Right..."

"He's an idiot you know that right?"

"I do now..." you laughed half heartedly. "It just...it sucks you know? To tell someone your deepest most inner feeling and then to have them say "you too PAL" it sucks major ass!"

"Yea I know the feeling..." she said. You leandmed your head on her shoulder. "Hey if we survive this I'll take you on the date steve harrington is to stupid to take you on." you laughed loudly. "Thanks...and hey I'm sorry we dragged you into this whole mess..."

"Not an issue, this is the most fun I've had in months...years maybe!" you smiled.

"You found her!" Dustin yelled excitedly as he entered the bathroom. "Hey dust-" he ran over to you and hugged you tightly. "I thought the Russians caught you again!"

"Pfft they couldn't catch me for a second time even if they tried!" you joked. Steve and Erica made an apperience in the door way. You only glanced at him missing the smile he attempted to offer.

After everything was over you wanted so strongly to go home and sleep and wake up a month later. And you where about to until steve made his way to you.

"Y/n! Y/n wait!" you stopped and told Dustin to wait in the car. "Listen I'm sorry! I...was stupid and I wasn't thinking-"

"Steve, it's fine...I'll get over it and just because you now know that you hurt me doesn't mean you need to try and fix it...yea I'll still be mad at you for a while...but I'm not going to stop being your friend."

He smiled. "Ok...I'm still sorry..."

You shrugged and started walking to your car. "You should be." you winked. "I'll see you later, PAL.."

He laughed. "Yea..."

[p-artsypants]

Drabbles and Fanfiction

Every once and a while, I will share this list. You can also find this page on my blog. 

Full list of all my works:

Find most, if not more, of these fics on:

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(~AU’s, *Finished, ❤️Author’s Favorites)

Kingdom Hearts

~❤️Rage Awakened ao3 | ff.net- Ten years ago, Terra, Aqua, and Ventus lost their fellow apprentice, Sora, in Deep Jungle. Now, they are to return with two new students, Riku and Kairi, to lock the heart of the world. All the while, something watches from the trees. Feral!Sora AU

My Kingdom for a Heart ao3 | ff.net - The curse of being one of the Princesses of heart, is that there’s always someone out to get you. As Xemnas looked failure in the face, he reached out in a last ditch effort and destroyed Kairi’s heart. Now her friends must travel the worlds again. Sora, to find a way to recover Kairi’s heart, and Riku, to make amends to those he has wronged. All the while, the darkness grows.

Miraculous Ladybug

One Shots

*❤️amalgam- When an young man is rejected for being ‘incompatible’ he turns into the akuma ‘Amalgam’ able to fuse two people together. And later Adrien and Marinette would debate if it was lucky or unlucky that they got hit. (Also Available in russian)

*sing we all noel- After receiving the worst Christmas present ever from his father, Chat Noir finds himself out on the streets with nowhere to go on Christmas Eve. Thankfully, Ladybug finds him and brings him home.

*speechless- In a world where everyone has a soulmark, the first words their soulmate will say to them, Marinette is born without one. But Adrien Agreste has two. Curious, considering he’s mute.

*❤️tunnels of love- The night started out with an accidental kiss from Adrien Agreste, and ended with her bleeding in the Catacombs of Paris. Ladybug, the wielder of the miraculous of good luck. Yeah right. (Some blood)

*the reveal that wasn’t- first parts My ending to kittybug’s Tumblr Prompt

*what a mess we’re in- Ladybug has a lot on her mind, and when Chat Noir bugs her enough, she tells him she’s going to confess to her Crush, Adrien Agreste. Chat’s reaction is not what she’s expecting.

Long Fics

Longest Night- (ff.net | ao3) - The day started out sucky to begin with. Her crush ousted to the class and Adrien. Lila taking pride in exacting her revenge. But by the time patrol was over, a young man was dead, and Ladybug’s identity was at risk. Lila was the least of her concerns. Good thing Adrien was taking it all like a champ. (Rated M for scenes of torture)

*❤️nine lives- (ff.net) When Adrien Agreste is scheduled to go to a Military School in Germany, Chat Noir must make a critical decision. Does he give up his Miraculous? Or does he give up his life as Adrien? I’ll save you the trouble of guessing, he gives up being Adrien.

*tender words- When Marinette finally gets the guts to confess her feelings for Adrien, some things go so wrong, and other things go so right.

How To Train Your Dragon

One Shots

The Vikings Have Their Tea (ff.net | ao3)

arranged marriage- Takes place at the beginning of HTTYD

❤️breathe- Survival of the fittest

~childhood friends- At the Sandbox

❤️easy fix- In which Hiccup has a bad day

~fashion designer- Astrid needs a fill in

❤️frozen- In Which Astrid takes a Dip and things get frisky (Rated M)

❤️headache- In Which Hiccup hits his head….really hard

❤️heir- In Which Hiccup is Picked (longer version by fatecharms)

illness- In Which Stoick is a dad

~illusionist- Trick gone wrong

~in the walls- In which there’s a poop ghost

~knocking on the wrong door (2) - A chance encounter

❤️messages- Astrid is Frustrated with Hiccup’s obliviousness

~to mirkwood- Hiccup is not a dwarf

~monster falls- Hiccup and Astrid take a dip

❤️mute- In which there’s a quiet stranger

~music video (ImgHS)- He didn’t expect it

❤️operation: lovebirds- In Which the gang makes a plan, and Hiccup gets Drunk

~over- Too many nightmares

~partners in crime- A normal day at work

~pirate- Astrid is the greatest treasure

~prince- He doesn’t want to be a broken King

❤️sorting things out- In Which Astrid gets her ducks in a row

~the dragon and the dame- Beauty and the Beast Au

the pit- In Which Hiccup is rescued

hide and seek- Part 1

lost and found- Part 2

Long fics:

*❤️infernal responsibility- Being the son of the chief takes brains, courage, and a lot of patience. But at his father’s the request for marriage, Hiccup decides he has had enough. When he seeks out a life of ease, he runs into more than what he bargained for.

*❤️roses and lilies- “Astrid, you and I both know you’re much tougher than I am. You’re more brave, and a better fighter…but just for a little while…could we pretend that I’m the one protecting you?” “Oh gods yes!” (Also Available in spanish!)

*~what the water gave me- The sea is a wild and dangerous thing, something that cannot be foretold or predicted. Hiccup discovered this many years ago, in human naiveté. Yet, what was meant as a sacrifice became a new life, one like no one could comprehend. He now finds himself once more in the unknowing hands of those that sentenced him to death. He only prays things will be different this time. Merman!AU

*parasite- Soulsnatcher Dragons are rare but deadly. But, As Hiccup finds out, it’s the eggs you have to watch out for.

*~320 state street- Gobber’s Goods. A Hardware Store that was rumored to have everything you needed. She thought she only needed a job. Turns out, she needed a lot more than that. (A Modern AU no one asked for)

*~❤️the north tower- When Finn Hofferson died, Astrid inherited his castle in Wales…and a whole lot more. Something sinister lurks in the North Tower.

*~❤️boy toy- ao3 - At the age of 21, Princess Astrid lawfully has to pick a husband. But when the perfect groom is nowhere to be found, she requests the toymaker to create one for her. It’s safe to say that everyone in the kingdom is a little concerned. (Pinocchio!AU I guess?)

no, you go first- ao3 - The Chief of Berk was a headstrong viking, stubborn and full of pride, and willing to do whatever it takes to keep his village safe. But for a moment, he puts that aside, and listens to his son. In which Hiccup convinces his dad not to make him go through Dragon Training, and the subsequent changes that follow.

*in due time- ao3 - As another illness sweeps through Berk, Gothi needs another ingredient for her medicine…one that doesn’t exist anymore. Fortunately, she kept that old spell book around for such an occasion. Big Hiccup is sent to five years into the past, and his younger self sent to take his place in the future. But it’s only a few days, what could go wrong?

Trollhunters: Tales from Arcadia

❤️arcadia or bust- In Which Arcadia welcomes back it’s underground citizens.

Teen Titans

Oneshots:

~big brother- Don’t turn out the light (Horror)

dear jason- Bruce Writes a letter

just drawing- Bruce thinks about Robin

the prisoner- Starfire is Guilty

of mustard and three foot purple tongues- A collection of Oneshots and Drabbles

Long Fics (*Finished):

*~❤️carol of the bells- High in the dark Bell Tower of Notre Dame, there lives a mysterious bell ringer. Legend tells of the angel who fell from the sky, and the curse she bares. There are few who know her true identity though; her master, the priest, and the acrobat that performs on the streets below. Based loosely on ‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame’ RobxStar and slight BBxRae

*no escape- Three years ago, Starfire escaped an Alien race called the Gordanians, to arrive on Earth. They’re back, and ready to put Starfire back where she belongs, behind reinforced Titanium bars. Robin’s not about to let her go…if only he hadn’t got captured first. How does it feel to be the alien, Robin?

*now you know my pain- When the new Villain, Gender Bender, comes to down, the Titans find themselves in an odd situation. They’ve been turned into the opposite gender against their will! Now in order to change back, they must learn to understand the gender they’ve turned into. Rated T for obvious reasons. A great read if you’ve ever wondered why girls or guys do [blank].

*paint it black- Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City’s crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a relation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself? Actually, contains NO OC.

*saving grace- “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk upright or speak coherent sentences and all you’ll see is my mask and my voice repeating in your head…Weak. Richard Grayson, I am not tough, I am everything that you fear.” Happy Ending! Smudge of RobStar. NO Slash!

Other Fandoms

Final Fantasy XV

❤️requiem for pitioss-“O King. The god’s have heard your cries. Know that we weep with you. The Oracle’s calling has not yet been fulfilled. But…Lunafreya as you know her cannot return the way she was.” Noctis looked up, hopeful. “But she can return!” Canon divergence from Chapter 9. Happy ending. Some spoilers.

Beauty and the Beast

*❤️behold the beast- A Oneshot alternate ending to the Animated Film

Cinderella

*❤️midnight- “When the clock strikes twelve, the spell will be broken,” the fairy godmother had warned. A retelling of the story, when Cinderella doesn’t escape the ball in time. Oneshot

*so this is love- What if Jaq and Gus hadn’t made it in time to help Cinderella? A new twist on the ending of the classic Fairytale, and what lies beyond the story. She still gets her happy ending and her Prince, and her step family gets their just deserts.

Sleeping Beauty

*❤️a love song back to me- Maleficent saw the loophole that stared her in the face. Prince Phillip would break the curse in time, for sure. After all, he was betrothed to Aurora. So in an effort for her evil plan to stay in action, Maleficent takes care of the young prince herself. Phillip never imagined having to live off the land like the birds above. Alternate twist on the classic Disney tale.

Escaflowne

down feathers- Hitomi’s depressed. She’s been away from Van too long, he comes back to visit her…but what if something went wrong with the transfer? (Not finished. Never will be finished. Mwahaha) Circa 2012

*angel’s wounds- Fanelia’s been victorious in their most recent battle with Basrum. Unfortunately, someone is wounded and just seeks solace in his love that lives so far away. Post Anime.

momma look sharp- With the war between Fanelia and Basrum finally coming to a close, the kingdom is celebrating. The young king, however, is suffering from an experience unlike any he had before. Van finally seeks solace in his wife.