#idk idk let nancy go out on her own without any of the boys pls i’m begging

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Lucky 7 | Steve Harrington x Reader - pt. 1

Okay, so I wrote smthn for stranger things?? I haven’t written in a while pls forgive badness pls and thank. Idk if i’ll do more parts ihfoiqsdhfei I just fell in love with this show and Steve. 

She remembers looking into his eyes, searching for the tendril to connect her mind to his own. When she did, she grasped it tightly, for not a second later she was harshly sucked into another world entirely. Before her stood he, stiff as a board. His eyes were vacant, non-searching despite the wave of light that began to stream into this realm of darkness.

                                            Chapter 1: The Experiment

 She remembers looking into his eyes, searching for the tendril to connect her mind to his own. When she did, she grasped it tightly, for not a second later she was harshly sucked into another world entirely. Before her stood he, stiff as a board. His eyes were vacant, non-searching despite the wave of light that began to stream into this realm of darkness.

This light took the form of memories, all of his own. From birth till’ present, everything his eyes have seen are now on display for viewing. She’s done this before, so she knows full well how long it could take to find one particular moment amongst a grown man’s entire lifetime. As it would be, all she had in both worlds was time.

  The process allows her to learn more about the person than that they, or anyone close to them, have ever known. She sees firsthand how this man passed his fifth-grade math test by side eying the paper of a young girl who sat beside him. She witnessed the moment he became a father. She also felt this excitement; experienced the pure joy he felt after receiving that C+, and the sense of ultimate adoration upon viewing his son’s face for the first time. She was also filled to the brim with a mixture of dread and ultimate shame as his wife burst into their shared room to find him in bed with the vice principle of their son’s elementary school.

Eventually, she came across the scene she’d been searching for. She watched as one of the men in long white coats handed this same man a sheet of paper. It listed a series of random words, alongside one sentence that read: When you wake up, list these words in the same order they are written.

And then, she opened her eyes. The blood dripping from her left nostril went unattended as she stared ahead, through a glass pane, into the eyes of the same man she’d seen cheat on his math test and on his wife. “Unrequited.” She began slowly, “Wilderness.” Her leg began to shake, “Representative.” She remained careful to announce every syllable, “Kettle.” Then, she inhaled sharply, “Infidelity.”

She then exhaled, blinking for the first time since she’d awakened from her journey through the stranger’s mind. On the other side of the glass, the man in the white coat nodded his head as he recorded the time it took for her to find that moment in the man’s memories. She noticed that the stranger was wearing a different outfit, alongside having a cleanshaven face from what she’d seen in his mind, while he now adorned a thick beard and clothes that seemed to have come right out of the 60’s.

She jumped as a voice sounded from above, it got her every time. “Your timing has improved since the last experiment.” It said. “Continue this progress.” She resisted rolling her eyes – a facial movement she’d picked up from an elderly woman who as a teenager, would use it to symbolize annoyance when her younger siblings would complain about her to their parents. What she wouldn’t give to have parents to complain to about these experiments she was forced to partake in.

“Now, reapply your eye mask.” She did as she was told, for no one could enter a space with her until she put the mask on, and she was all too eager to be escorted back to her room - the only place she was somewhat able to be alone.

As she placed the fabric over her closed eyelids, the sleeves of her long shirt rode up to reveal the lettering on her wrist;

007.

She then settled both arms down her sides. And with that, the door to the room opened before she felt two strong hands on her shoulders begin to push and guide her towards the next destination.

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“Seven!” The loud call of her name startled the young woman out of her flashback-induced trance. For that she was grateful - she hated reliving the years she spent as an experiment for the twisted wackjob she used to call “father.”

The door to her room swung open, revealing the owner of said voice from before. “Please come talk some sense into El, I beg of you.” Now the only twisted wackjob she had to listen to was the lovely Jim Hopper, who’s current facial expression was a hilarious cocktail of desperation and exasperation as he stood in the doorway. Seven bit her lip to stop a smile from forming at the sight.

“Come on kid, it’s not funny.” He huffed before turning his head to look across the small hallway, aka the location of El’s room, before turning it back to Seven who was currently sitting cross-legged on her bed with a book in her hands and small grin plastered on her face. “Those two are seriously way too close, she needs an older sister to snap her out of this puppy love.”

Seven shook her head lightly as she closed the book she held and placed it on the space beside her. “Now, you know I can’t do that.” She spoke as she stood up from her seat and headed towards her adoptive father. “But I can try to prevent teen pregnancy.” Hopper grimaced at the sentiment but still nodded in agreement as he stepped out of her way.

“It’s something, I guess.” He sighed and rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand. “God forbid the chance of another screaming child around here.”  Seven snickered at the thought, turning her head to look at him before she twisted the doorknob to El’s room. “You know you can’t live without us.” He signed again before saying “Yeah, well sometimes I feel I won’t live much longer because of you two.” This caused her to chuckle before she opened the door and stepped into what could only be two teens up to no good.

Seven heard two gasps as she looked down to find El and Mike scrambling away from each other. She couldn’t help but grin in amusement while watching the two settled down at opposite ends of the mattress, both of their faces flushed red from both the kissing and someone other than Hopper walking in on them.

The room was silent for a few moments, Seven not uttering a word as she crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow at them. Finding the silence unbearable, Mike decided to speak first. “Uh, um, we weren’t doing anything bad, bad.” Eleven quietly nodded as the boy continued his nervous explanation. “And-and, we would never do a-anything that crossed the line.”

Seven looked between the two of them, that eyebrow of hers not wavering as she continued to give them an expectant look – for this is not the first time Hops has begged her to intervene in a teen makeout party in El’s room. “We’re sorry.” The younger girl then spoke up, her brown eyes filled with worry and slight embarrassment – Hops’ scolding has never really phased her, but Seven’s really get to her. Whenever she’s reprimanded by her older sister, which isn’t often, El’s mood hits rock bottom and won’t get better until she and Seven have made up.

“It’s okay, we just really don’t want you two to get carried away.” Seven replied, uncrossing her arms as she moved to sit next to Mike at the end of the bed. “Do you know how hard it is to take care of a baby?” El and Mike both grimaced and made the typical ‘ewie’ sound. “Gross.” Mike stated, “You don’t have to worry about that.”

Seven smiled and patted his shoulder before standing up. “I better not.” With that, she told the two to keep the door relatively ajar and waved them adieu. As she faced the door to her own room, an idea suddenly popped into that big brain of hers – the same one that rears its head every day. That idea being she wanted some Scoops Ahoy ice cream, or really to have Steve Harrington serve her the ice cream, or actually just see Steve in general.

At the beginning of summer, she’d gone to see Steve at his new job in the mall. The two had become relatively, kinda, but still not really good friends since saving Will Byers from the flayer? Hops had absentmindedly pointed out that she was going to the mall an awful lot. He was joking, but she perceived that to be a sign that she should slow down her visits, not wanting to make herself look creepy. Mostly because prior to summer break, the only time she and Steve spent together always consisted of the six kids, Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers, alongside Hops and Joyce Byers or anyone in on the supernatural shit they were all dealing with. It was also spent with a lot of Steve, as Dustin had put it, making “goo-goo” eyes and flirting with her and her not realizing it in the moment so she accidentally makes situations awkward. A perfect example would be when she was cleaning Steve’s wounds after his fight with Billy and he looked up at her with a pained, yet grateful expression. His eyes were twinkling, filled with an emotion she’d couldn’t place as he said, “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” And you know what she said to him? She said, “I fell over Billy, but I landed on you, so it didn’t hurt too badly. I’m sorry about that.” Somehow, he found it in himself to slightly laugh at her response. Choosing to keep quiet as she continued her work.

It was later when Nancy told her that it was a pickup line, which Seven quite literally wanted to kick herself for not realizing that in the moment. In her defense, she was worried about the boy and all of the new friends she’d made, she wasn’t in the headspace to recognize any form of flirtation. Actually, let’s just be real. She doesn’t know how to date. She doesn’t know how to take compliments. She doesn’t know how to flirt. When Steve smiles at her or tells her she’s pretty that poor heart of hers just melts while her brain self-destructs. He’s asked her to go places with him, which she assumes would be considered “dates.” And she really, really wants to go, but there’s always something preventing that “yes” to leave her lips. Something always stopping her from verbally reciprocating his advances.

She knows what that something is. She pretends like she doesn’t, but she knows. She knows she feels like he deserves someone “normal.” Someone who can’t look into your mind, can’t talk to you without even opening their mouth, can’t ‘mind control’ (as Dustin put it) people into doing what she wants. She doesn’t want to acknowledge it because if word ever got to El that she thought this way, she knew it could very well effect how Eleven looks at herself, not that Seven thinks she should. Because she doesn’t, her adoptive sister deserves the world – period. However, everybody is a hypocrite in some sense, and this is where Seven is the definition of. Despite Steve already knowing of her powers, she just can’t bring herself to let him insert her weirdness into his life. She would prefer him never seeing her use her powers at all, thank you.

Shaking herself of these thoughts, she decides it wouldn’t hurt to go see him. She wouldn’t even need to go in and get an ice cream. She would be perfectly fine just glancing at him as she passes the store.

Guess she completely forgot her goal was to not look creepy.

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