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persage · 2 years ago

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Remember Me- Steve Harrington

Summary: Every morning Steve shows up at the coffee shop you work in and every morning you hope is the one where the cute stranger will finally talk to you. But it never happens and maybe you don't really need it. Yet, while you wait at the tables with a smile, you can't help but wonder why you feel like you've known him all your life.

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Tags: Fluff and Angst. Post-season4 Steve Harrington / Post War/ Mentions of major character death.

Y/n smells like coffee and lemons. A strange mix that Steve still doesn't know whether its good or not. You move around the shop with a circumstantial smile on your face, a tray in your hands and a green apron used as an impassable wall against the rest of the world, your armor.

Yet you can't take your eyes off that customer, who oders American coffee every morning and sit at the table furthest from people. Sometimes he brings a curly-haired boy with him, other times there's a beautiful girl with big blue eyes - perhaps his girlfriend, perhaps a friend - and with them he smiles slightly more. But he is often alone and clarly wants to be.

You're sorry for that. You don't even know why, you have so much else to think about. You moved in the USA just a few years ago, from your country you ended up in the middle of nowhere, in Indiana, and when you arrived you discovered that this place is not as safe and boring as you believed. Strange deaths, accidents, earthquakes, natural disasters like it has been cursed and to be honest you have the feeling of having lost a good part of the time spent here. Now, apart from the fact that this place sucks, you should think about having fun, hanging out with boys, trying to make friends like your aunt says, but you don't. You go home at night and think of a sad stranger and you don't want to, you really don't want to but you do. Silly girl.

"What can I get you sir?" you ask, like every day. When he's alone he usually doesn't reply, he mumbles something under his mouth, looks into your eyes and points his finger at his choice. The menu next to the paper napkins is his voice and you like to listen to it.

"I'll bring it to you right away." There are no smiles between you, even if you would like to. Sometimes you've found yourself wanting a simple "thank you" said properly, not half-mouthed or in a whisper. Yet there's kindness even in the way he moves, the way he isolates himself and it's something you can't explain.

When you place the coffee on the table – a breath away from his fingers – he usually just looks at you. His are not eyes to remain indifferent to. It's not the color that makes them so special, they're big and dark, but it's their depth, the way they seem to be a portal to that boy's soul, the way they peer into you and seem to contain not a shred of malice and seen too much. They look like a child's eyes, actually. They have something pure, sincere, tremendously tender and at the same time they contain the gaze of a veteran and they defeat you. He looks at you and you are chained. But that's okay, you wouldn't have tried to resist anyway.

He looks at you with something that reminds you of sweetness, hints at a half smile - the first - and this alone is enough to burn you inside, even if it's snowing outside.

The boy doesn't like snow, he's always in a bad mood when it snows. One day you overheard him talking about it with his friend Dustin, Dexter, something like that.

"Everytime I fear he is coming back"

"He can't, you know it . We made sure it can't happen again"

"Yes, but at what coast?" and his voice had broken in a yearning way, on the last syllable, like a raging river that you thought you would see burst. When you turned to look at him not a single emotion had appeared on his face. You would like to know what happened to him.

Everyday you look away from him when you realize you've spent too much time staring at him and walk away, ignoring the abandoned baconnotes on the table, silent like him. You feel stupid, a high school girl staring at the mysterious lonely boy. It's ironic and you don't know it yet, but there was a time Steve Harrington was the opposite of mysterious and lonely.

This morning it's different and you don't run away. You linger a moment too long on the marks that can be glimpsed from his shirt, scars on his neck that seem to continue under the fabric of his shirt for who knows how long. You've already noticed some small signs, but usually he's very careful to cover them. Today they are redder and more visible. You notice more scars, these never seen before, on his arms and you realize only now that he has cut his hair and when he moves them you notice and old wound on the left side of his face.

If he wasn't around your age you'd really think he's a war veteran. You wonder what he must have been through and you don't notice his hand extended towards the cup, which meets yours. For the first time, you feel the contact with his skin, a silent echo of an unexpressed desire. You know nothing about him, barely his name. "Steve" You've heard from his friends. You know nothing of his life; still for an instant you dream of being part of it with all the monsters he must have fought to hurt himself like this. You talk with your eyes for as long as you stay close: you with a silent voice full of questions, he with a single answer. And it's always the same.

To each request, he reacts by moving his fingers, running along your palm and thumb, making red-hot marks that only you can see. You feel them, like burns on your skin, as if you are no longer in the cafeteria, surrounded by people, but in a private place, where every gesture, every touch acquires meaning. And there's no need for him to say anything, you know that today he wanted you to see his scars, he wanted to understand how you would react, he wanted you to see him for real. And you do it, you really see him, and you don't get scared. You never could. You don't know why.

«Y/n please, could you bring me more coffee?»Another guy asks. He is just another is a customer, an ordinary, common one. Not like him. Just a guy who shows up often, asking you for coffee and smiles. And you're willing to give it to him, you're willing to pretend with the others but not with Steve, with him you only smile when you really want to and it's absurd that in his presence this happens more or less always.

"Sure! " Breaking contact with Steve seems more tiring than studying for the last exam, more painful than finding out you didn't pass it. You feel yourself blush as you bow your head and flutter your eyelashes, tucking the tray under your arm. Sorry, you say in one last look, ready to leave him. But he grabs your wrist with the delicacy that distinguishes him, making you turn around again. Blush again.

"I'm Steve." I know, you would like to answer however you avoid doing that. It's the first time you can hear his voice right, with words articulated slowly, fearlessly, spoken for you and you alone .

«Y/n.»

Steve runs his thumb along the inside of the wrist before letting you go, in an almost automatic gesture that he seems to regret immediately. A Last, anxious caress, which reveals what his eyes have always hidden.

"I know"

These words are the most exciting thing you've heard in a while. Suddenly you understand why Steve comes in every day, stealing a look and a few minutes of your life. Or so you believe. You feel a shiver running down your back, turning into a burning caress - the one you would like from him - and going up your spine, up to your ears. It's hope.

You don't know how or why, you feel as if you already know him, as if in another life your skin has touched nothing but his, and you don't even believe in these things. Maybe he feels the same, the same overwhelming nostalgia for something you haven't even experienced. You hope you're right, you hope he comes here every day just to see you, to search for a contact that happened by chance - by mistake - and to show you his tormented gaze of him, looking for the peace that he has lost in you.

«I'll bring you some coffee» You say to another customer, looking at him without seeing him.

I have to talk to Steve. I can't let him go. Not like that. You hurry to get the hot container of coffee and reach the customer's table, dedicating a smile and a moment of your life to him. A moment that he could have, or should have, dedicated to someone else. "Are you on duty again tonight?" You almost don't hear the question, taken as you are from another table, another customer, one different from the others. Your mind is only on Steve. "Yes," you say, glancing at Steve to make sure he's still there. He is. You suddenly feel calmer. "But only until six."

"It's already dark at six" the boy observes. "I could take you home..."

"There's really no need to, thanks." You walk up to the counter to put the container away. You hear the doorbell ring, and feel the brutal urge to turn around.

Steve's table is now empty.

At six o'clock Steve stares at you from the misted window as you untie the ribbon on your apron, take it off and disappear into the back of the shop. He knows you're tired and you just want to go home. He knows it, because it's the first thing you always said to him after the shift, in another life: before Vecna, before the war, before you forgot about him forever.

You put on your coat, gloves and wool cap, and say goodbye to your colleague. "See you tomorrow." You pull the scarf up on your chin as you open the door.

After the war with Vecna and the disappearance of the Upside Down, even the climate has changed. The ice covers the streets, leaving just two gray trails to show the asphalt. There are very few cars parked outside the cafeteria, a badly parked red BMW stands out, it's the only one not covered in snow. Steve smiles seeing you, he holds back from calling you, enjoying the image: a colored spot in the whiteness of winter. You puff. It's cold, and you have to walk home, your high boots sinking into the white blanket, the houses still to be rebuilt across the street are the only sign of the drama Hawkins has experienced. An earthquake so strong that it has destroyed everything. You have been hurt, a head injury big enough to steal a piece of your life. A piece so important that you're only retrieving the fragments of your life here, tales of your aunt, your friends, which for some reason never seem to fit right together

"Hey." A male voice calls you. You keep moving forward. It is not the first time that some stranger tries to approach you .

«Y/n.» You turn around, you see him and suddenly the snow and the cold disappear and the world is a warm and beautiful place. Steve. "Hello, y/n." You take a step towards him and stop, as if you've dared too much. "What are you doing out here?"

With this wheater. You think you know the answer. And you hope to hear it from him.

"I'm here for you" Would be the sweetest music. But Steve shrugs, makes an embarrassed noise, pulling his jacket around him. You seem to notice a redness on his cheeck, you wonder if it's not just the cold. "What does it mean?" You ask, letting out a smile, tossing your tied hair. Steve's eyes catch yours, in a silent response that seems to be enough for you. For a moment everything is as before for Steve, you are only you and he is only him and in your eyes he finds the girl he fell in love with during a war that you shouldn't have had to fight.

You arrived like lightning a year ago alongside the only friend you managed to make in the city at that time: Eddie Munson, and you were the first -together with Dustin- to try to prove his innocence, with all that this entailed: including demobats, Upside Down and Vecna. Now you don't remember anything, and maybe a little part of Steve is happy you don't have to carry the trauma with you, but you don't remember the good things either. You don't remember Eddie. When you look at his old posters or find his photos on the newspapers, to you he is just the killer who terrorized the city and you don't mourn his death. But you did it, you did it until you lost your breath, screaming at the top of your throat in the middle of the darkest night. Steve had to drag you from his body by force, against your punches and kicks. You melted into his embrace, you vented the pain with such force that he feared your bones might break from the powerful sobs that shook you. Steve lulled you into a tormented sleep and watched over you. And then there was Max. The list of fallen soldiers got longer. Murray.Hopper, again. Will.

And Robin, oh, Rob.

You were the only thing keeping Steve alive after that. When his best friend fell into his arms, Steve wanted to die and for a moment he stood still, ready to let himself be taken by the same cursed monster that stole Robin from him. But you were there and you needed him, he had to keep you alive. He had to think about Dustin.

Then he lost you too. In a different, unexpected way. When Vecna took you, he thought you were going to die, because the music wasn't playing and you were floating in the air and he, he looked away, like a coward, he gave up. He decided he didn't want to see you die, not like that. He regrets it every day. All he did was prepare to grab your lifeless body, imagining that he would be the next one to die. He couldn't live in a world without Robin.

But in a world without Robin where he didn't even have you, it was torture, hell. The world was shaking again and the earth was cracking and Steve desperately wanted to die. But you fell into his arms still alive and breathing and Eleven had killed Vecna and all you had were broken bones and a head injury from the pressure exerted by that monster. Steve didn't know it at the time, but you also had a brain injury, something strong enough to erase everything from the last three years. Everyithing about him. Your family, despite being aware of the situation, has decided not to tell you anything, to keep you away from them, from Steve.

After all if it wasn't for them you wouldn't have been involved. Also Steve promised to protect you and he didn't. He had failed you , as he did with Robin.

Dustin has kept him alive, keeping him company in the months of solitude spent locked up in his house. Nance forced him to eat every day and Erica, Erica remained silent next to him for hours and that was enough at least for a while. Then, at a certain point, Steve saw you from the shop windows, you were working, smiling.

And it wasn't enough anymore.

The sky is black, the streetlights barely lit up the street, yet you can understand more about Steve right now, looking at his face wrapped in half-light, than you ever guessed during these endless mornings. «Y/n» your colleague opens the door, investing you with warmth and light, so much so that you lower your eyelids.

"Sorry... I saw you out here. I just wanted to let you know that I'll come early tomorrow so you can go home early." You nod as the door closes. When you turn to Steve, you find him closer than when you last looked at him. You see his breath condense between you and join yours. Heat mingling with heat, and desire meeting desire. Steve nods at the BMW.

"I... I didn't mean to scare you, I just... I can take you home if you want."

There is a fire inside you, even if you can't explain why. You should be scared of an unknown guy who comes to your workplace every morning and now silently approaches you to offer you a ride home on a dark winter afternoon, but the truth is that Steve makes you feel so many things and fear it's not one of them. You think that this is his car, that the car says so much about people, that you want to see what he keeps inside it, the objects that are important to him. There is probably his scent inside it.

Steve smells good, clean.You know, you just don't know why. "That is fine."

"Steve, can I... Can I ask you a question?" You ask after a few steps in silence. He nods, keeps walking, his arm against yours looking for even the slightest contact. He needs it, or else he'll sink. He needs it to keep himself on his feet when dark comes and in the streets he sees the faces of his dead appear. When your bodies touch, over layers of fabric, you feel your skin melt and you wonder if maybe you're crazy. "Why me?"It's a strange question, you know, you're a little ashamed of it, and you're afraid of scaring him but you feel, somewhere inside you, that maybe he has the answer you were looking for, the missing piece in your story. Or maybe it's just an illusion. He turns around, his gaze softens and he observes you like the answer is the most obvious thing in the world. Because there is no other girl.

He doesn't say it, he can't. He doesn't want to mess with you, he doesn't want to lose you again and scare you.

"You know y/n, I've never met a waitress as good as you."

You laugh, putting a hand over your mouth. "You're an easy guy to get Steve Harrington"

He opens his eyes wide and you don't realize it but is'shere, clear, limpid: Steve has never said his surname. You don't notice, not really. You keep walking beside him. "Thanks," you whisper as you let your arm slide, intertwining it with his. What would it be like to really feel his skin?

Warm. Rough in the points furrowed by scars, soft in the rest of the body. To Feel the sensation of naked flesh on your lips, the scent of laundry, the saltiness of his body, the pulse of the vein on his neck, where you place a kiss that isn't there, never was. It's a fantasy that looks a lot like a memory. It scares you. "Let's go." He exhorts you, with shyness and a touch of fear his hand moves to your back and your body is warm under his gaze. His breath is against his cheek, slips under the scarf, up to your neck."Yes" he says, holding his breath. It's cold, but not that much, not now, not for you. Not when you feel Steve's nose against your ear, not when he notices your twitch too. Steve closes his eyes, tries to refrain from telling you everything, from holding you tightly to him, it's so difficult now that he has you close again to resist, to keep a distance that hurts and he doesn't want. "Are you cold?" Steve asks in a low voice, but for you this question is so much like the caress you've been craving since you became aware of his presence in the shop, since you met his gaze."Not at all'."

You feel Steve's smile on your cheek and you feel like you're. You just turn your head, just to give him the opportunity to reach your lips, but Steve doesn't kiss you, he's still with his eyes closed and who knows what he thinks of you, looking for a kiss from someone you don't even know

."You smell like coffee." The words are an incandescent breath on the mouth. His breath join yours, you can feel the the taste of him – mint and aftershave – before you even smell it, like you've never tasted anything else in your life.

"You don't like it?" Thrill after thrill, waiting to discover something about him that you don't know yet. Everything, you have to find out everything, but it seems to you that you have known him for a lifetime."I love coffee" You know he is lying. You just know. But you don't care. Just one question goes through your head and in order not to give it a voice you decide to shut your mouth in the best possible way at the moment. You shiver a little when your lips are close to him. You trace his cheek slowly with your lips, waiting for the moment when he pulls back and tells you you're crazy. You look for the right way to kiss him.

"I don't usually do that. You must have something very special" You whisper against him. And Steve can't take it anymore, like a dam that breaks its banks, he pushes you completely against him, as if you were one. And then, finally, he finds his way. When he kisses you – slowly at first, giving your lips time to get to know each other; then devouring your every thought, as if nothing else exist but you – you find yourself repeating to yourself that you don't want to kiss anyone anymore. Touch no one anymore. Let anyone kiss and touch you except from Steve.

"Steve" You murmur breathlessly, pulling away from him. "Would you think I'm crazy if I tell you something?"He shakes his head, his lips swollen and beautifully red. "Never"

"I knew you before, didn't I?" Now Steve Harrington no longer has the strength to lie.Steve Harrington has come to get his girl back and far off in the dark of night he swears he can see Robin Buckley smiling at him for it.

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angelsdean · 11 months ago

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Okay! Fmk end!verse Cas, human!Cas (Steve era), and season4!cas

oooh i think:

fuck s4 cas because hello smitey warrior angel dean was so horny for him from the jump and i get it

marry human cas because 1. s9 cas is like peak cas for me personally and 2. he's so sad and alone, (it's ok dean i know you didn't really want to kick him out) i will take him in and we'll have a beautiful life together<3

and that leaves kill endverse cas. which while endverse cas is crunchy, fun, and interesting i personally...do not think he's real or an actual reflection of what fallen cas would actually look like. my interpretation of endverse is that it was all an illusion / simulation created by zachariah (much like It's A Terrible Life) to purposely manipulate dean into doing what heaven wanted. and zach specifically created endverse cas to be like that to make dean terrified of that future coming to pass. so endverse cas can go!

(i still do very much enjoy endverse as a concept and endverse cas in fics and stuff tho)

doing this sleepover saturday ask game

#replies #ask games

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jjwantsme · 2 years ago

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Dear Billy,

s.h

Pairing: steve harrington x mayfield!exgirlfriend!reader

Summary: y/n never had an easy life- and vecna certainly has no intention to make it any easier.

Warning: basically the reader goes through everything in ep4 instead of max, i changed a few details, max doesnt exist in this!!, wayyyy too long, not proof read, cussing, mentions of death, mentions of trauma, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angsty angst angst!!!,sad steeb, depressed reader, lmk if im missing anything!!!

authors note: i rlly love this :,) lmk if ud like a part 2. I was rewatching season4 and this idea hit me like a fucking truck. Also sorry if this is ass😭

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Nancy and Robin ran into the closed high school, quickly making their way to the counselor office steve mentioned.

They didn’t know exactly what was going on, or how to fix it, but they knew y/n was in trouble; and that was enough to make them worry.

Y/n had been Robin’s best friend for years now, she was the first person to know her sexuality and the first person to validate her identity as whole. Knowing she could be in danger made Robin’s hands shake, and it wasn’t a feeling she could get used to.

“It was here. Right here!” Y/n testified to the friend group as they stared at a brick wall, trying to imagine what she might have seen. “A grandfather clock?” Nancy raised her eyebrows at the girl, her tone indicating that she was having some trouble believing the story.

Y/n and nancy had a…complicated friendship- if you could even call it that. Both of them being ex-lovers of steve definitely rose tension between them, unspoken tension, which happened to be the worst possible kind. Y/n hoped that maybe things would change after she left steve, maybe nancy would stop side-eyeing her in class and purposely ignoring her when the group met up. But, same as always, there was no truce. What more could she possibly want?

“it was so real,” y/n’s voice shook, “and then when i got closer, suddenly it just-…i woke up.”

“It was like she was in a…trance, or something.” Dustin cut in, “Exactly what Eddie said happened to Chrissy.”

Steve stayed quiet, just looking at the back of y/n’s head. He met her in the fall of ‘84, much to dustin’s assistance. He introduced the two of them when they needed her help creatinf a trap, and he swears he could immediately see the hearts in ole’ steve’s eyes.

Y/n, on the other hand, didn’t give in as quickly. She came from a broken home, didn’t trust people as easily. It wasn’t until Christmas that she let him have her number. And it wasn’t until all the way in spring of ‘85 when she finally let the poor boy be her boyfriend.

Even when they broke up, steve still cared way too much for her- and he would do anything to prove it…even if it meant having to kick vecna’s ass.

“Okay, be honest, uh,” Steve sighed, “do you guys understand any of this?”

Him, Dustin, and Lucas had been studying old articles for hours now, desperately trying to find clues on how to avoid y/n becoming the next victim.

Steve would be lying if he said this was his ideal morning routine, but, it was worth it to save his girl.

“No.” Lucas exasperated, obviously exhausted.

“Pretty straightforward.” Dustin shrugged.

Steve scoffed, “Oh, straightforward? Really?”

“Well, what’s confusing to you?” The younger boy sat up, “So far, everyone vecna has cursed has died- except for this old Victor Creel dude that Nancy found. He’s the only known survivor! If anyone knows how to beat this curse, it’s him!”

“Okay, yeah well that’s assuming he was cursed, Henderson, which we don’t even know. How can vecna have existed in the ‘50s? It doesn’t make sense.” Steve rubbed forehead in distress.

Dustin looked at him like he was an idiot, which wasn’t too far from the truth, “Far as we know, Eleven didn’t create the upside down- she opened a gate to it.”

Steve looked at him now, starting to piece the puzzle together.

“The upside down has probably been around for thousands of years!”

Steve just shook his head, sitting in a chair as he was too emotionally and psychically exhausted to have a scientific debate with Dustin Henderson.

Dustin leaned over a little to get a better look at y/n, before looking over at the other two boys, “any idea what she’s writing?”

Steve turned around to get a better look at her.

“Did she sleep?”

“I mean…would you?”

Steve looked down before turning back around, looking down at the newspaper and pretending to flip through the pages just to distract himself.

He felt useless. His angel was going to die. His angel would be taking her last breaths, and he had absolutely no idea how to stop it. Hell, he didn’t even know if it was possible to stop it!

He promised her he’d her safe when they were dating, and he swore to keep that promise even after they broke up. But now that promise was slowly being broken into pieces, and no matter what steve did, he couldn’t put them back together.

Y/n quickly finished the sentence she was writing, before pausing her movements as she felt glares on her. “I know you guys are staring at me.”

“What, sorry?”

“You said you needed something?”

“Just hanging out.” Steve fiddled with a tennis ball in his hands

Y/n sighed, collecting all of her letters, “How you think your eyes boring into the back of my head is protecting me from vecna? I don’t know.”

Y/n stood up and walked towards them as she shuffled the envelopes, her eyes shifting towards them when she noticed they were still dilly-dallying. “You can look at me now.”

“Thank you, sorry.”

“Sorry.”

“For you,” she handed an envelope to dustin.

“For you,” she handed another to lucas.

“And, um…you.” She handed one more to steve, trying her best not to meet his eyes., “Oh, and uhm, gives these to mike, el, and will- if you can ever get ahold of them again.”

Her eyes went wide as she watched dustin begin to open his, “hey, no, what are you doing?! No, don’t- that’s not for now, don’t open it now!”

Dustin slowly nodded, “Okay…i’m sorry, what is this?”

“It’s um…it’s a fail safe. Y’know, for after…if things don’t work out.” Y/n sniffled as she explained.

Steve immediately shook his head, placing his gifted envelope on the coffee table, “wait, woah. Y/n…things are gonna work out,”

“No.” She cut him off, “No, okay, i don’t need you to reassure me right now and tell me that it’s all gonna work out, because people have been telling me that my entire life and it’s almost never true. It’s never true!

Steve deflated into his seat, feeling like another part of the promise had just been broken off in front of him.

“I mean, of course this asshole curses me.” She looked at steve then back at the floor, “I should’ve seen that one coming.”

Steve couldn’t help but feel like her little rant was directed more towards him than anyone else. He was the one who told her that everything would be okay, that billy would be saved and their family would stay secure. He didn’t even know it, but he had lied to her.

It wasn’t too long after that when she broke up with him. It was too much- the grief, the depression, watching her step-dad leave them with nothing. Her life was falling apart, and even steve couldn’t fix that.

Steve was never cold to her, even after everything was said and done. He still tried to say hey to her when he they ran in to each other on the street, invite her to basketball games when he knew robin would be there. She turned him down though. Every single time. But he didn’t really care.

He couldn’t give up on her. He just couldn’t.

Y/n looked at the walkie-talkie and picked it up, “hey, if we go to East Hawkins will this still pick up Pennhurst?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Steve shook his head, “wait, why are we talking about East Hawkins?”

Y/n moved her eyes to him.

“No.”

She ignored his decline and started trotting up the stairs. Steve groaned and followed after her, the boys not far behind him.

“Y/n! Y/n, seriously, i’m not joking, okay? I’m not driving you anywhere!”

She just huffed in reply, “Steve, if you think i’m going to spend what is likely the last day of my life in the armpit that is Nancy Wheeler’s basement, then you’re out of your mind.”

They followed y/n all the way outside and to steve’s car- and by this point it was evident that she won the argument.

She went to open the door but frowned when she discovered that it was locked shut. She turned to her ex-boyfriend, “Open the door.”

“Uh, no.”

“Please, steve.”

Steve looked at her for a second. Those eyes. Those goddamn doe eyes. Lord, he gives in every time.

He sighed and unlocked the car before getting in, “Henderson, that little super-walkie of yours, better reach Pennhurst.”

Steve stopped his car at the graveyard, as y/n requested, and she wasted no time getting out of the car.

“Y/n!” Steve got out to chase after her.

“Steve, please, just stay in the car!”

“Y/n, just wait,” he caught up to her, “just listen to me, just, please!”

Y/n stayed in her place and looked at him, indicating that he was allowed to speak.

“I…I know you’ve something happened back there with your mother…was it vecna?”

Y/n sighed and looked away. He was right. It was vecna. And it wasn’t a very pleasant visit, either.

“I told you, i’m fine. Okay? I mean, as fine as someone who’s hurtling towards a gruesome death can be.”

“Y/n…” he grabbed her hand, “you know you can talk to me, right?”

“Yeah, sure, i know that.”

“Okay, then why do you keep pushing me away? Y/n, I love you,”

Y/n shook her head, “Stop saying that.”

“I do, y/n, I do love you! I don’t need a letter- I don’t want a letter, just talk to me. To your friends. We’re right here…” he paused and sighed, intertwining their fingers, “I’m right here. Okay? I’m here.”

Y/n let a tear slide down her cheek and looked back into his eyes, “Just…wait in the car, this won’t be long.”

Steve felt another piece break as she let go of his hand and continued walking in the other direction, leaving him behind.

Y/n sat cross-legged in-front of her older brother’s grave, and opened his envelope as more chilling tears flowed down her cheeks.

“Dear billy,” she took a deep breath.

“I don’t know if you can even hear this. Two years ago i would’ve said ‘That’s ridiculous, impossible’- but that’s before I found out about alternate dimensions and monsters, so I’m just going to stop assuming that i know anything. So much has happened since you left. Your dad was a total mess. He and my mom started getting into fights…b-bad fights. I don’t think he could stand being here without you, so he left. And he didn’t leave mom much. She’s taken an extra job, and we moved to that lovely trailer off Kerley. I broke up with Steve, and started avoiding him like the plague. Basically, ever since you left, everything’s been a…total disaster. And the worst part is, I can’t tell anyone why you’re gone. I play the moment you died back in my head all the time, and sometimes I imagine myself running to you and pulling you away.” She took a breath to wipe away her tears with her sleeve.

“I imagine that if i had, you would still be here, and everything would be…” she let out a sob, “everything would be right again. We would’ve become friends- good friends, like a real brother and sister. I would still be with steve and y’all would become close, and you would be his best man at our wedding. And I know that’s stupid. You hated me, I hated you. But I thought that maybe…maybe we could try again. But that’s not what happened. I just stood there and I watched.”

She let out another sob, “For a while, i tried to be happy, normal. But I…I think that maybe a part of me died that day too- and i haven’t told anyone this, not even steve. I-I just can’t. But I had to tell you, before it’s too late. If you can even hear this. I really hope that you can. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Billy. Love, your annoying shitty little sister, Y/n.”

She began putting the envelope back, when suddenly she saw dark cloud crowd above her and a wicked chuckle, wind blowing through her hair.

“Y/n.”

Steve impatiently tapped his finger against his car door before checking his watch and getting up, “Alright, it’d been long enough,”

“Steve, just give her some time,”

“I have, alright, Sinclair?! I’m calling it, if she wants to yell at me, she can.”

Steve jogged towards where he saw her sitting, “Y/n! Time to giddy-up, yeah?”

His breath shook when he noticed how she didn’t move an inch, “Y/n…”

He felt tears in his eyes and shook her shoulder when he saw her eyes white-out, “Y/n, y/n!”

“I’ve been waiting to hear those words, y/n. Waiting so very long.”

Y/n gulped as she watched her deceased older brother walk towards her, “But it wasn’t the full truth, was it, y/n?”

He wiped a tear from her cheek, “Y’know, I think there’s a part of you, buried somewhere deep, that wanted me to die that day. You were maybe even relieved, happy.”

“B-Billy, no, that’s not true,”

“That’s why you stood there, isn’t it, y/n?” He tilted his head, “It’s okay, you can admit it now. No more lies. No more hiding.”

“Billy, that’s not true, I swear, I swear it’s not true,” She kept shaking her head.

“That is why you feel such guilt, why you hide from steve, from your friends, from the world- and why, late at night, you have sometimes wished to follow me. To follow me into death. That is why I am here, max. To end your suffering, once and for all.”

“No!” Y/n cried, breathing heavily as she ran the other way, as fast as she could.

She didn’t get very far, though, as she felt something wrap around her ankle and pull her towards an evil being, one that she assumed was vecna himself.

“Shit!”

It pulled her until cornering her onto a pillard, wrapping around her arms and legs until she couldn’t move.

Suddenly, she felt confusion as she heard her favorite song fill her ears.

She looked in the distsnce and saw the boys, yelling at her to come down.

“They can’t help you, y/n,” vecna’s deep voice startled her, “there’s a reason you hide from him, a reason you left him. You don’t belong with him. You belong here with me.”

“You’re not really here,” y/n struggled to rasp out, her throat closing due to the pressure around it.

“Oh, but I am, y/n. I am.” He rested her hand above her face.

She let out a cry as her life began flashing before her eyes.

Moving to Hawkins.

Meeting dustin and lucas at the skatepark.

Meeting steve.

Teaching eleven how to braid hair

Her first kiss with steve, in the front seat of his car.

Steve asking her out, sealing their relationship with a kiss.

Steve holding her while she cried, kissing her head.

Y/n processed it all as she noticed her left arm being freed, and she didn’t think twice before ripping out one of his tentacles, making him wince and let go of her.

She let out a breath and quickly got up to run, going as fast as she could as she tried her best to avoid obstacles as she headed towards the hole where she could see Steve and the boys.

She didn’t think she would make it.

But then, she was back, she opened her eyes and she was back in Steve’s arms.

“Y/n!”

“Y/n, oh my god!”

Steve wrapped his arms around her tightly as they both panted, “I thought we lost you, I thought I lost you.”

“I’m still here!” Y/n cried out in between breaths, grabbing one of his hands, “I’m still here.”

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weresilver · 2 years ago

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I MUST KNOW WHAT THESE ARE ABOUT

Werewolf!Munson

Munson-Wheeler Siblings

heh ok so disclaimer. My WIPs usually have surnames because my other fandom, 9-1-1, also has an Eddie. Eddie Diaz.

Werewolf!Munson is probably gonna be a series, I'm still sort of on planning stages. It spans from post-season2 until possibly defeating Vecna post-season4. I have cool showdown scenes in my head because apparently writing werewolves is where I do well.

Eddie is a born werewolf from his mom's side, so Wayne isn't a wolf. But he was told what he needed to know to raise Eddie.

The other werewolves in the start of the series are Hopper and Jeff. Hopper is a born one but he doesn't shift. Jeff was bitten and his family knows, so they were also told about Eddie. Jeff and his family moved to Hawkins after pack shenanigans became unbearable in where they lived before.

I don't have much written, as I've been trying to figure out ~lore~ and outline the first part.

(I do pity Hopper a bit in this whole AU, man. He knew monsters were real, just not monsters from a whole ass different dimension! And now he's stuck in the middle of all of this as the wolf leader in Hawkins. Three werewolves do not quite make a pack.)

Needless to say, Eddie ends up involved in the events of season 3, but not at all with Steve's side of things.

Now, Munson-Wheeler Siblings...

You ever see a crack post and think, "I can make this angst"? Well, this is what happened. I saw a post making a joke about how similar Eddie and Nancy looked and how they might as well have been siblings, and how Steve had a Type™.

And it was a joke post!! But i'm adopted and I thought, oh I can run with this. And now I need to outline it.

But basically, after everything with Vecna, Karen Wheeler ends up taking Nancy to visit Eddie in the hospital, Wayne spots her, Nancy is confused by the whole awkwardness/anger and it's just. Snowballs from there.

Eddie does not take it well.

But I get to make a joke about how 3/4 of Karen's kids are queer, so!

#WeresWriting #my brain is unfortunately too much and I don't have much written but I can and will ramble at the smallest indication of interest.

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hellfiremunsonn · 2 years ago

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Hey

Favourite stranger things scenes??

Oh man just all of them.

Eddies guitar scene

the DND scene also

Steve and Nancys heart to heart in season4

Mikes speech to El while she's doing her floaty bath thing

Lucas holding onto Max when she comes back from almost being fully vecnad

Robin and Steves heart to heart in the bathroom of Starcourt mall

Billy and Els moment at the end of the huge battle of season 3

Hoppers smile to Joyce before she turns the key

Steve and Dustin doing their stupid starwars handshake thing

Max and Lucas singing the never ending story song to Dustin

El literally ripping a whole between time and space and shoving 001 into it

El smashing the roller-skate in Angelas face

Steve and Nancys breakup scene at the halloween party (its so sad, but she does such a good fucking job of acting drunk? and its like one of the first times you see Steve be Steve and not king Steve and it hits me right in the heart)

THERES PROBABLY MORE BUT THAT'S ALL I CAN THINK OF RIGHT NOW (Also cause my friends are yelling at me to get online to play video games)

#hellfiremunsonn asks #fangirl226 #Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #Nancy Wheeler #Robin Buckley #Lucas Sinclair #Max Mayfield #El #Will Byers #Mike Wheeler #Dustin Henderson

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confessions-ofan-insomniac · 10 months ago

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LIVE! from New York! it’s Fashion Week

I’m feeling UNYEEZY

….and for good reason, I would later in the day find out.

At 4am, I woke up in a panic, that I absolutely need gold boots. This was brought on by the fact, that the gold Balenciaga’s are sold out everywhere. Pffft….

People, if you’re going to buy anything for fall, it’s gotta be those damn gold boots. Razor sharp, mirror finish, Basta. So if you’re the type of person who cares about this sort of thing, these are THE HOTTEST 5 - yes FIVE shoes for fall. I’m not dicking around with a top ten list.

1. As we’ve just discussed: The elusive gold Balenciaga boot

2. The Glam-Rock platform boot.

This is right up my alley. I can re-live my glory days via my feet. These Saint Laurent boots are all I need. New York Dolls. Hello.

3. Anything over the knee.

Again, razor sharp, the higher the better. Case in point. Separately, I despise each one of these pieces. Hoodie? Sloppy. A necessary evil, and most of all, “meh”. MA1 bomber? Wouldn’t dream of it. I’ve spent most of my shopping time, curating the perfectly cut sleeve/armhole, and now you’re proposing this? And over the knee boots? Pretty Woman.

Yet, this is how I want to look. And that is how you sell energy. THE hottest commodity of ALL. TIME.

4. The punked-up ballet flat.

As my mother once proclaimed, in the shoe department, at Saks, “I am NOT paying $800 for a heel and a strap” and that was ten years ago! Ditto. I need at least 2 pounds of shoe for $800. See #2 Saint Laurent Glam-Rock boots.

5. Red or White ankle boots.

If you’re a glutton for punishment, and ya got any diñero left after the above, a blinding white or candy apple red boot is what you want to search for. That damn Balenciaga is turning out a good one. Go ahead, try and find them.

So Yeezy season 4 is this afternoon and I’m won’t be there. Apparently there was some pre-fashion week hysteria as KW performed last night. Returning to the scene of the crime, how can I not mention the performance last night at Madison Square Gardens. The man compared himself to Steve Jobs, and Henry Ford for fucks sake, at the VMA’s last week. So my prediction for Yeezy season 4 is, a whole “LOTTA” Vetements, Hood By Air, and Y-3 project, because: “a boner”

Update: Regarding Y/season4, or as I am now referring to it, “The Roosevelt Island Ruse of 2016″, I will do, what Stella Bugbee, Editorial Director of The Cut said: “The most responsible thing we could all do, would be, to write NOTHING about this show”. You can read her live tweets here if you care to anger yourself further…..

Last night, Tom Ford did what he does best; make big, luxurious statement pieces. Leather, fur, velvet, a few 70′s pimp coats, and some big-ass jewelry.

While people were sweating their asses off, on the bus to Roosevelt Island, I was enjoying a nice cocktail at the London. Right now, I’m thinking about over-dressing and the “bad-donut-shop”, immortalized in Patti Smith’s novel, “Just Kids”. If Lotta Volkova could travel back in time, I think it would be a hot-bed of inspiration for her. THAT, and Billy’s Topless.

Live from NEW YORK! It’s Fashion Week!

Note: This article from September 8, 2016 - has been reformatted for your viewing pleasure.

#2 cents worth #balenciaga #Fashion week 2016 #new york city #yeezy season 4

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stngraycharls · 2 years ago

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imagining steve harrington being needy, pulling you away from your conversation with your friends with a rushed apology while dragging you to the nearest janitors closet and pushing you up against the wall, a quick “hi baby” leaving his lips before he’s kissing you.

imagining steve harrington being a sloppy kisser, pulling your leg around his hip while he sucks on your neck, your hands tangled in his hair while pants and whimpers leave your mouth.

imagining steve harrington trailing open mouthed kisses down your stomach, one hand pulling your sleeve down your shoulder while the other pushes up, underneath your shirt, fingers slipping below the elastic band of your bra- oops, my imagination ran a little wild there, sorry ;)

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #steve #harrington #x reader #stranger things season4 #stranger things smut #steve harrington smut

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i-will-duckyou-up · 2 years ago

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Hello everyone before we begin I would like to say. This is my first writing piece on here and is my first Eddie story. I took a lot of time planning this story out and I hope you enjoy.

Dear Diary?

1st Entry

November 17th,1983:

Dear diary;

Well hello I don’t know how to start this but I bought a new diary. To begin I guess, I’m moving soon. I’m going to live with mom again since the separation. It’s not like I haven’t seen her but it’ll be nice to have a change of pace from here in California. Dads freaking out over what I should pack for when I move back with mom. I tell him just to call her and ask but he refuses. He says “I’m not calling that witch” . It’s very dramatic if I must say. So now I have enough winter clothes to keep me warm if I decide to move to Antártica. I’m kind of nervous being away from everything here but at the same time there are certain things I want to get away from just as bad so. That thing I speak of won’t stop calling and following me around at school trying to talk to me. He stands outside of school waiting for me to come out. It’ll be nice not having to hide anymore and I can just be me. One of the best things that I’m super excited for is to see Steve and Gareth again. I saw them during the summer but to be able to see them all the time is gonna be awesome.

“Ma, why’s it so goddamn cold? It’s November for Christ’s sake.” You asked as you put your bags in the trunk. It was freezing here, and you hated it. Dustin's eyes went wide when he realized you had cursed.

“For one, missy. Watch your language and for two, it’s not even that cold, it's only 40 degrees.” Mom stated and closed the trunk of the car and started making her way around to the driver's seat.

“Shotgun!” Dustin shouted and the echo could be heard throughout the entire parking garage. You smacked his hat off his head as he started opening the passenger door. He squawked and fumbled to grab his hat off the ground. You pushed him out of the way and sat in the front. You slammed the door and flipped him the bird. He flipped the bird back at you and sat in the back.

“You know I wanted to say I missed you, but then I remember moments like these and it reminds me how much of an asswipe you are.” He grumbled.

“Dusty-bun, watch that language, you hear me? Or you won’t be going anywhere with that Munson boy.” Mom said with a firm tone and pointed at Dustin. He grunted and began pouting.

“Yeah Dusty-bun~, watch your language or you won’t be able to hangout with your nerd friends.” You said in a sing-songy tone. He flipped you off and started looking out the window. You turned to do the same, looking at the place you would come to every summer but this time all the leaves have fallen off the trees and rain covered the windows. You watched as children splashed in puddles with their rain boots and raincoats on. Seen teenage girls running through the rain using anything they can to cover their hairspray covered hair.

“I wonder if I set a fire near those girls if their hair would catch on fire. You said with a laugh. Dustin began laughing too. Your mom glared at you for what you said but didn’t say anything and paid her attention back to the road. Soon you started seeing familiar roads that you’ve grown to love over the years. Then it hit you.

“Wait! When mom said you can’t hang out with that “Munson kid” anymore, was she talking about Edward Munson?” You turned to look at Dustin from the front seat waiting for his response.

“His name is Eddie and yes, that is who she was talking about, why?” Dustin asked puzzled. You groaned loudly and slammed your head against the seat multiple times.

“Why!? Why Eddie? Why him of all people?” You asked him. He stared at me for a moment and a smirk made its way onto his face. You inwardly groaned and faced back to the front.

“Nevermind! Forget I said anything.” You grumbled but it was too late.

“Aww is someone still upset that Eddie didn’t like them back.” He said in a mocking tone and began poking you. You ignored him until the jabs became harder.

“That was like 6 years ago, why are you still so upset about it?” Dustin asked. I turned to face with a deadpan look.

“I’m not upset about it, like you said it was 6 years ago. I just don’t like the guy is all. He’s a wannabe Kirk Hammett.” You said annoyed. Dustin gasped at what you had said.

“Take that back! He’s not a wannabe! He’s Eddie and he’s my friend.” Dustin yelled and you began to think you actually upset him. That was until…

“Don’t you have a crush on Kirk Hammett?” Dustin asked and you could hear the smirk on his face as he asked. You wanted to turn around and punch him in his stupid face. He took your silence as a yes and thought it was the greatest thing in the world.

“You have a crush on Eddie~ You have a crush on Eddie, I can’t wait to tell him you’re still in love with him. God what a loser to still be in love with someone for this long.” He giggled at what he said. You looked at him.

“Haven’t you had a crush on Nancy Wheeler since 1st grade and she’s what 3-4 years older than you? How would Mike feel if I told him you had the hots for his big sister?” You stared at him and a smirk came onto your face. He stared at you wide-eyed. He deadpanned and flipped you off. You did the same and turned back in your seat.

“That’s what I thought,” You said as you turned back in your seat. Once you were facing the front again you saw that you were home. You began to unbuckle as your mom pulled into the driveway. Once the keys were out of the ignition, you opened the trunk to start grabbing your bags out.

“Dustin! Go help your sister while I get dinner started.” Mom yelled as she walked inside the house. Dustin groaned and began walking to you. You handed a couple bags and sent him on his way. You grabbed the last of your bags and as you were about to close the trunk, you heard someone yelling your name and saw someone in the distance jogging towards you. You couldn’t quite make out who it was.

“Y/N!” The person said as they ran towards you. You dropped your bags when you saw who it was and ran towards them. They picked you up and hugged you.

“Oh my god, Y/N what are you doing back!?” They asked as they set you down.

“I’m moving here for good, I live here in Hawkins now. Can you believe it?” You said with excitement. They stared at you and an even bigger smile came into their face. The moment was ruined when you heard the front door slam.

Tags: @eddiemunsonmmmhhh

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington #dustin henderson #stranger things season4 #stranger things #fanfic #fantasy

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venuslcver · 8 months ago

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NEVER LEAVE ⋆

pairing: season4!steve x reader

synopsis: steve sees you after being away for a while.

tw: feminine described character, slight groping, fluff, kissing (no use of y/n)

any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!

june 14, 1986

the day might have not been significant to most, but it was gravely important to steve, and well you. see, you were arriving back into town after being away with a large portion of your family in new york for almost a month. as much as steve loved having long calls with you, it was not half as good as being able to hug you tightly. along with other things...

your fingers tap at a fast pace as you begin to finally recognize the streets of hawkins without a map. you didn't expect to be so anxiety-riddled. i mean, you had been with him for almost a year and a half.

the harsh sound of the car door slamming closed invaded your eardrums. though that didn't even come close to slowing you from hastily walking towards the local family video that steve along with robin works at.

the bell dinged as the glass door slammed behind you. moving your hair out of your face, finally slowing your pace, you stood at the door, scanning the store for the sight of farrah fawcett-filled hair, so volumized that it usually peered over the tall shelves of family video.

not seeing him you began to walk through each individual aisle, just as you began to think that you got it wrong, and steve wasn't working today.

stopping in your tracks, on your way to the door, you heard a loud voice, "welcome into family video, is there anything you're looking for?"

turning around with haste, you began to see an almost giddy type smile form on steve's face. stalking over to you, his hands slotted on either side of your face, slightly squeezing your cheeks.

"what are you doing here? you weren't supposed to be here for a couple more hours", considering the idea that time just got away from him, steve looked towards his watch that was directly in his eye line. nope, he was correct, you were 2 hours early.

"well that was the plan, but there wasn't as much traffic as we though there would be"

"well i'm not complaining", refocusing on you, steve hugged you tightly, while rubbing his thumbs against your plush cheeks. before realizing that he hadn't kissed you yet. though you two seemed to be on the same page, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, you began to talk again, "ohh let me go out to the car, i have a gift for you "

just as you began to turn sharply, walking away for steve, his large hand grabbed your forearm, "woahhh where are you going? you can't just kiss me and walk away from me!"

letting out a laugh, you walked back to him, cradling his neck, you began to kiss him rather passionately. only beginning to slow down when he snaked his hand around your waist, hands now splayed onto your ass.

forcing away his hands for the swell of your ass, "steve! stop it! were in front of the glass!"

between leaving kisses on your shoulder, he spoke, "no one is even around"

pulling away from his body, you grabbed his hand and began pulling towards the parking lot of the family video you were currently standing in.

"hey! what are you doing!" steve whined.

"oh come on, i need to get your gift"

unlocking your car, steve comes up from behind, whispering into the shell of your ear, "You aren't allowed to ever leave again"

feminine described character, sexual innuendo

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve x you #steve x reader #steve stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #family video #⋆ steve harrington fic ⋆#season4!steve

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alea-says · 5 months ago

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H50 Season 4 Gag Reel Gifs... part 1

#h50 #mcdanno #hawaii five 0 #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #kono kalakaua #chin ho kelly #h50 gifs #my gifs #my h50 gifs #my gag reel gifs #my h50 gag reel gifs #my mcdanno gifs #h50 season4 gag reel #h50 season4 gag reel gifs

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 year ago

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The Mall Rats

pairing: steve harrington x female byers!reader

WC: 7.2K

warnings: cursing, light fighting, arguing, and (amateur) smut at the end

summary: The Russians are invading!

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG - The Byers Harrington Story-

im only gonna do one episode this season and probably for season4 instead of mixing two like i did for 1&2.

@alecmores❤️

series masterlist / steve harrington

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“Have a nice day.”

You watched the couple leave the store with cones in their hands and slid up to the counter to face the pouting Robin.

“What’s wrong with you today? Is it your period?” You whispered the second question, not wanting anyone to overhear.

She just scoffed, “no bozo.” And before any other comment could leave her mouth, a new customer walked up to the counter.

“(Y/n)!” Dustin’s high-pitched voice greeted you.

You immediately rounded the counter and pulled him into a tight hug, swinging your bodies side to side, “Dustin! I’ve missed you so much!”

You pulled away from the embrace, hands resting on Dustin’s shoulders to look him over. He’s only been gone a few months, but he already looks older. His tight curls squished under a new yellow cap with the words Camp Know Where ‘85 with a chunky computer in the middle, the only indication that he went out of town for most of the summer.

Dustin looked away from you and flashed a gap-toothed smile at Robin’s bored expression, “hi.” His voice was high-pitched and cheery, as usual.

“Hi,” was her monotone response.

“I’m Dustin.” “I’m Robin.” You watched their quick introductions.

“Pleasure to meet you. Uh, is- is he here?”

“Is who here?” Robin questioned the boy, but you already knew who he was talking about.

And just before you could answer Dustin’s question, the parlor doors swung at lightspeed, with Steve’s shining happiness making his presence known.

“Henderson!” Steve threw his arms above his head, giving you just a glimpse of his waist. And then when he got more excited at seeing Dustin’s face, he jumped over to him, hands waving above his head and putting his stomach on full display for the store, it made you flush a bit.

With your arms crossed over your chest and hip digging into the cool counter, both you and Robin watched Steve and Dustin do an intricate handshake, one that you haven’t had the pleasure of seeing before this moment.

“You got the job!” Dustin pointed out, something Steve must have mentioned to him.

“I got the job! And all thanks to this gorgeous gal,” Steve walked behind Dustin to then walk behind you and throw his arms over your shoulders and pull you into his chest. “Probably wouldn’t have gotten it, if it wasn’t for her.”

You flicked the back of your hand into his shoulder and threw a scowl his way, “Steve, you showed up when we were filming the mall commercial. Also our actual boss knew that a guy would bring in girls.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged his shoulders, “still wouldn’t have gotten the job if it wasn’t for you.”

“So, you’re saying you’re a stalker and obsessed with me?”

“Yes.” His immediate response.

You ignore the “ews” coming from Robin and Dustin as you turn your head to give a kiss to Steve’s jawline, just as obsessed with him.

With a lull in the conversation, Robin spoke up, “how many children are the both of you friends with?”

“Hm, well, there are the boys. Will, obviously, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin, so that’s four. Then we have Max and El, so that is six. Adding you and Eddie, that’ll be eight for me. Nine sometimes because of Steve.” You answered back with sincerity and sarcasm.

A pinch to your arm jolted you away from the counter and you promptly turned to Steve, who was acting like it was a gremlin that touched you rather than the obvious. You just huffed at his game.

“Dustin, why don’t you go sit down and I’ll bring you some ice cream. On the house as your welcome back.” A flashing smile brightened the teen's face at your words.

“Awesome! Thanks (Y/n), you’re the best. Can I get a banana split?”

“Aye aye captain,” a mock salute before you rounded the counter.

Robin hurried to the backroom when you told her to take her fifteen leaving only you and Steve on the floor. You hummed quietly to yourself as you started to build Dustin’s treat and only stopped when noticed Steve standing beside you, right hand resting on the counter with his left hand resting on his hip. You gave him your attention with a slight rise of your brow, a slight question of, “yes?”

“Nothing, just admiring.” He tilted his head and licked his lips before flashing a smile knowing he got your heart racing.

You bit your bottom lip to suppress the giant smile wishing to form and just rolled your eyes before going back to your task, “don’t you want to catch up with your friend?”

“You mean our friend?”

“Yes, our friend, but pretty sure that’s your best friend. You even have a special handshake.”

Steve stepped closer, your elbow brushing his uniform top, and dropped his head to be closer in height, “are you jealous? Of a thirteen-year-old?”

“No.” Your answer was sure and quick as you worked to add the toppings.

You heard the chuckling and without looking at his stupid (pretty) face, you knew he had either a shit-eating grin or one of the annoying smirks that made you want to slap him (you would never though). His arms slid and wrapped tight along your abdomen, a firm and comforting squeeze causing your back to be firmly pressed along Steve’s chest.

“No displays of PDA at work, Harrington. You know the company policy and Buckley’s rules.” You gave two quick taps to his forearm.

He didn’t give any type of response, but as quick as a breeze, he left a kiss on the side of your head before removing his arms and leaving you behind the counter, heading over to Dustin’s booth. You stood frozen for a moment, fully and slowly letting your body and mind catch up to what just happened in those few seconds, and when it did register, your face felt hot.

Once the sundae was crafted you grabbed a spoon and headed over to the corner booth and as you walked closer you could hear bits and pieces of Steve and Dustin’s conversation.

“Hotter than Phoebe Cates? No.” “Mm-hmm.”

“Who’s hotter than Phoebe Cates? Gotta be someone special, she’s a babe.” You placed the treat in front of Dustin and slid beside Steve.

“Oh, just my girlfriend,” Dustin smugly replied as he dug in.

Your eyes widened and you turned your head towards Steve, he just gave a tight-lipped smile.

“Brilliant, too. And she doesn’t even care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth.”

You opened your mouth to say something but closed it when nothing came to mind. Again you just glanced at Steve and saw he held a similar expression at this new information regarding Dustin and his new relationship.

“Well, I’m- I’m proud of you, Dustin. That’s ro- that’s kinda romantic. Right, (Y/n)?” His voice stuttered for your help. “Yeah, yeah. You’re really growing up, Dustin. Gonna be a real chick magnet when you’re older, just know it.” ‘Tone it down a little idiot’

Dustin grinned at both your praises and continued with his food, “so, do you really just get to eat as much of this as you want?”

“Yeah. I mean, sure. It’s not really a good idea for me, though. I gotta keep in shape for the ladies.”

“Oh, and where are these ladies you talk about? I would love to meet them.” You faced Steve head-on with your fist digging into your cheek as your elbow sat on the table.

You saw how Steve’s ears burned red at the tips and how his mouth was opening and closing, only stuttering sounds leaving the void. Dustin was just grinning as he dug his spoon for another scoop of ice cream.

“He’s struck out a few times when you weren’t here,” Robin voiced from a few booths away.

“Oh really?” “She’s cool.”

“Ignore her. She’s not.” Steve responded to both of your statements, “so, where are the other knuckleheads?” His attention was back on Dustin.

The question caused Dustin’s mood to drop a bit, “they ditched me yesterday.” He shoved the plastic spoon into a banana.

Both you and Steve gasped, “no,” Steve replied in disbelief. “My first day back. Can you believe that shit?” “But Will was so excited to see you again, told us himself that morning.” Now you were upset on Dustin’s behalf and upset with Will.

“They’re gonna regret it, though, big time, when they don’t get to share in my glory.” His light was back. “Glory?” Steve looked at you for a second then back to Dustin, “what glory?”

Dustin licked his lips of leftover ice cream, looked around at the pretty empty dining room, and scooted a bit closer to Steve. You and Steve both leaned in closer as well, wanting to know what this glory Dustin was talking about was.

“So, last night we were trying to get in contact with Suzie…”

Steve made a phone gesture and Dustin nodded. “Cute name,” you blurted out. Dustin hummed in agreement.

“And, uh…” he leaned his elbow on the counter and covered his mouth with a hand. He took another glance around the store, customers in seats or booths talking while Robin was at the counter taking orders. Then it seemed that Dustin said something, but it was too low for you to hear a word. Even Steve looked confused, and he was sitting beside Dustin.

“What?” Steve after a moment of processing the nonexistent words.

Dustin clicks his tongue and swipes at his nose, “uh…” he inhaled deeply and once again covered his mouth making his words unintelligible.

“Dude we can’t-“ “Just speak louder.” You and Steve spoke at normal volumes. It seemed to piss Dustin off as he banged his fist on the table and shouted.

“I intercepted a secret Russian communication!”

You sat up straight as all noise died off and heads turned your way. Nervous laughs spilled from your mouth and you threw your hands up, “sorry, my- my friend has bad humor. Please, as you were… please.” You gritted the last word through clenched teeth.

Luckily everyone turned away, a few still eyeing your table, Robin included with her brows raised. You pushed hair away from your face and looked at the boys.

“Dustin, what the hell are you talking about?” “Yeah. What- what does that mean?” The tween rolled his eyes, “it means, Steve, (Y/n), we could be heroes. True American heroes.”

“Huh.” “Mm-hmm?” “No.”

Their eyes turned to you as you shook your head with a scowl. Your nails tapped the counter the longer you thought about Dustin’s words.

“What? You don’t want to be a hero?” Dustin questioned.

Still, you shook your head no. “We’ve done enough ‘heroism’ in the last two years. I’m not getting involved in anything more.” You were putting your foot down.

“Woah, okay, let’s just- what’s the catch?” Steve threw an arm atop the booth behind you.

“No catch, I just need your help.” “With what?”

Dustin grabbed something from his backpack, a book. “Translation,” and when you looked closer it was a Russian-English English-Russian dictionary.

“Do either of you even understand Russian? Cause I don’t. And Steve you barely passed Spanish, which again, isn’t Russian.” Telling the boys the one problem standing in their way. Steve opened his mouth like he was ready to defend himself but closed it and cocked his head in surrender.

“We’ll manage.” Dustin said with an air of confidence.

You just shrugged and left the booth needing to help Robin with the growing crowd.

You sat in the food court with your headphones covering your ears as a cassette played music while your eyes focused on your book in hand. Occasionally you would take sips from your soda and scan the crowded dining area.

You tried to distract yourself from earlier with Dustin and Steve. Dustin instantly thinks about being heroes, American heroes, that is, trying to take down Russians. You saw how Steve’s eyes lit up at the idea, of getting some fame and glory. Probably thinking this would show his dad something or just get him off his back, you weren’t sure.

You wanted no part, not even a finger involved in this little idea that’s festering in their brains. The past two years have already been enough, you don’t need to be doing something for the limelight. Even though Russians are a lot better than interdimensional monsters trying to rip you apart. You would like to just put all that behind you and move forward with your relatively good life.

With your eyes so focused on an invisible point, you didn’t notice the person standing before or even waving their hands in front of your eyes until you were given a light push to the shoulder. You blinked a few times and then when you saw the culprit, they blew wide. You thought it was Steve or Robin just annoying and telling you to head back, but instead, someone you completely forgot about stood before you.

You slipped the orange foam coverings off your ears, “Tessa.” You sounded breathless in your ears.

The girl who stole your first kiss stood tall in the loud mall. Her hair lightened and was full of volume and bounce, a shine to her lids and lips while her lashes were curled in black. She wore tiny gold hoops, a few gold necklaces stacked together, and some rings littering her hands. She wore a flowery summer dress that was designed with flowers in white and orange, it stood bold against her dark skin.

She looked as beautiful as ever.

“Hi, (Y/n),” her smile curled around your name, “how have you been? It’s… it’s been a while.” She held her arms behind her with her shoulders pulled back.

‘did it suddenly get hotter?’ ‘were you sweating?’

“Uh… I’m- I’ve been o- okay. Didn’t think you- I thought you didn’t want to be around me?” You leaned forward a bit, trying to keep that line as private as you could in a crowded and loud shopping mall.

Her head dropped and she rolled her lips, you couldn’t help to follow the motion. You looked away and at your lap, it was like she had a magnetic pull on you. You didn’t like it.

“Yeah… kinda shitty of me to just… leave you in the dust. I’m sorry,” you looked up at the apology, “I- I didn’t want my parents to find out… and with the way you acted at school the following day- I knew to keep my distance. For both our sake’s.” She sat down in the empty chair at your table. She put a hand on the table and stretched towards you.

“I was wondering… if there’s any way we could… be friends again? I do miss you, and Will. He was like a second brother to me.” She gave a comforting smile, her eyes shining from the light.

With hesitation, you jerkily move a hand from your lap and set it over hers. It’s been so long since you shared the same bubble.

“I would- I would like to be friends again. But I think… I think it needs to be done slowly. I can’t just- just cannonball back into it. And, I think we should think about it a little, to see if we do.”

She nodded with understanding, she always understood without many words. She patted your hand with her free one before standing up and walking away, a smile threw over her shoulder and she disappeared into the moving crowd.

‘what the hell just happened?’

You didn’t do much reading after that. You just slipped the headphones back on and reset the cassette. You checked your watch and rolled your eyes as you saw you only had five minutes left of your break so you gathered your things and headed back to your ice cream parlor.

Distracted by the beat and lyrics of your music, you, once again, don’t hear the snickers of girls trailing behind you or hear the rapid clicking of heels. When you’re just a foot from the store, a sudden push to your back made you trip over yourself and hit the square linoleum floor.

Your book smacked the floor, your walkman and headphones crashed with a terrible sound, and thankfully, your empty soda cup didn’t spill anything. Your elbows and knees hurt a bit.

The laughs behind you made a scowl paint your face. You pushed yourself off the floor and turned at the commotion and felt yourself freeze up at the main person, but pushed through it.

“What the fuck is your problem, Carol?” You stepped close to her.

She stepped back and bumped into her followers. Her red hair was curled and styled as usual with shorts and a tight shirt as her outfit. Her eyes raked your work uniform and she laughed even harder, hands holding her stomach from pain.

“Oh,” she sighed, “you are so entertaining to watch. That whole thing with Tessa… what would Steve think?” Your shoulders get tense.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A stiff reply. She continues her snarky giggles. “Oh really? You looked just about ready to ki-“

You shoved her shoulder, hard, making her lackeys hold her for support. You felt the eyes on you but kept yours trained forward.

“How about you mind your fucking business, Carol. Steve and I do, and you’re not a single thought in our heads. Could’ve give a shit what you and Tommy are doing, but from what I’m seeing, you’re still a bunch of jackasses who are pathetic losers that enjoy other's misery.” You hissed the words close to her face before turning away.

You were the bigger person. You weren’t looking for a fight, you just wanted to put her in her place and walk away as she floated away from your thoughts once again. But it was never that easy with mean girls who are looking for a fight.

As your eyes caught the storefront, you saw Steve standing near the entrance with a worried expression. One hand on his hip while the other gripped the doorway, a cleaning rag slung over a shoulder. And then he started moving forward, quickly and you didn’t know why until you felt her claws yank your shoulder and a burning touch spread over your cheek.

Carol just smacked you.

You stood stunned for a second before you leaped towards her and grabbed a fist full of hair and started pulling as she cried like a baby. It didn’t last long, Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, and her friends, with great effort, pried you off her. Steve turned you away from the fight and walked you away as you screamed profanities at her. He went back for your fallen items when you were settled in the back room.

And that’s where you stayed for the next four hours of your shift.

“Do you… wanna talk about earlier?” “Nope.” “Okay.”

The constant ringing of the desk bell pulled Robin away and you heaved a sigh with closed eyes, a thank you to the heavens. Your head gave a small thump on the table in the back room, arms limp at your sides.

Dustin was originally in the back room when Steve dragged you through the double doors, the boy's eyes blown open at your seething energy. Then Robin came through the doors and shooed the two out, Steve tried to talk back but Robin shoved him away and told him to man the counter for a few minutes.

Now you were alone and cooled down, knowing you’ll need to tell Steve about earlier, especially Tessa. You hated that you instantly succumbed to her presence, it’s like you unintentionally cheated on Steve. You love Steve too much to withhold those thoughts and feelings that needed to be said.

You heard the swoosh of the doors and footsteps coming your way, two sets. Then you heard the scraping of a chair being pulled out and stuff being set on the table, guessed it was Dustin and the other person was Steve. And even with your head still down, you had a feeling they were communicating through looks and silent gestures.

“(Y/n)? Baby?” Steve’s low voice was right next to you, “are you okay?” His hand rubbed along your spine.

You didn’t want to look into his eyes, cause the second you do it will either be two things; Steve instantly knowing what’s swimming in your thoughts or you crack and start spilling everything. And you don’t want to have that conversation at work.

By the grace of some angels, Robin called for you up front and you shot up from your chair, the legs screeching against the tile. You push through the doors and stand beside Robin, hands on your hips and a sigh out your mouth; you had to withhold the eye roll.

“Hello, Erica. How may we serve you today?” You plastered on a fake sunny smile and your even faker sweet voice.

Erica Sinclair was in the colorful parlor practically every day since summer started. Always comes in with her group of friends and asks for a sample of every flavor. At first, you allowed it cause she was Lucas’s sister, but just after a week, you were over it.

“I would like to try the peppermint stick, but one of your workers won’t allow it.” Her steely eyes set on Robin who had a bored expression on her face.

“Erica, I’m sure you’ve tried peppermint stick plenty of times to know how it tastes. It’s peppermint.” Your customer voice slipping up.

“Yes I have, but I would like to try it again. Are you refusing me service?” Her hands sat on her hips as she cocked her head. You closed your eyes, having to stop another eye-rolling.

“Robin, why don’t you head to the break room.” And she didn’t have to be told twice. Your attention is fully on the head-strong girl.

“Erica, I was very lenient with you at the beginning. But you can’t come here every day and abuse our sample policy, you’re technically robbing us.” You leaned against the counter.

Erica stood her ground, not making a move and you weren’t either. You weren’t in the mood today. When you saw people entering the store and getting in line, your customer service voice perked high. “If you’re not planning on buying any ice cream today, may you please move out of the way so I can attend to the paying customers behind you?”

She stayed in place and you were worried you would have to give in and get a stupid sample of peppermint stick for her. But she rolled her eyes and walked away, you held your chin high at the small win today.

As you helped the last customer in line, you turned around to head through the doors and you could hear the boys and Robin talking. And just as you entered you heard the end of a sentence she was saying, something amazing as Steve and Dustin wooed in awe.

“That was pig Latin, dingus.” And Steve smacked Dustin with his banana peel, “Idiot.” “But I can speak Spanish and French and Italian, and I’ve been in band for twelve years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me.”

Steve looked up your way, arms crossed over your chest as you leaned against the door frame. Your brows were raised, giving him a silent ‘what are you gonna do?’, he eyed Robin with a cautious look as he held the tape recorder.

“Come on, it’s your turn to sling ice cream, my turn to translate. I don’t even want credit. I’m just bored.” She leaned in with her hand held out.

The bell wouldn’t stop dining, but you couldn’t move. You just stared as Steve debated in his head, eyes closed with a pout on his lips as he tilted his head side to side, before sighing and swapping the recorder for the scooper in Robin’s hand. With an eye roll, you pushed through the doors and back to the counter to help with the restless customers. Steve joined a minute later and posted behind the cash register as you scooped the desserts.

You hated this stupid situation. How you were having a good summer and then when Dustin returns, saying he has a Russian message, Steve jumps into the action. And now Robin’s being lumped into the mess, you wanted to kick something. Why can’t these types of things leave you alone, why is there always something happening in Hawkins?

You slipped away from the counter and started to bus tables. Spray bottle and towel keep your hands busy as you let your mind go blank, or at least you think your mind goes blank when in reality you’re scrubbing hard at an invisible spot with a scowl painting your face.

“Everything okay?” Steve’s sneakers entered your eye line. You didn’t bother looking up, “peachy,” you gritted out.

“(Y/n), come on. Look, it's not that big of a deal. It’s just translating.” He huffed and it just made you angrier. You scrubbed harder at the clean table, “I don’t care if it’s just translating, Harrington. I don’t want Robin roped into you and Henderson’s stupid, heroic crap or whatever. Even just something as simple as listening to that tape could have horrible effects and I don’t even want to think about the-”

Steve pulled you into a hug with a hand holding the back of your skull, keeping your face close to his shoulder. He whispered reassurances about how everything was gonna be fine and that the upside down is gone. You wanted to believe his words, but you couldn’t. You pulled away from Steve, dropping the cleaning supplies beside you.

“Uh… can- can I go on a break? I- I think I need some air.” Eyes focused on your dirty sneakers.

Steve’s hands rubbed along your arms before slipping to hold your hands, “yeah. Yeah, I can cover up front.”

You slipped from his touch and rushed out of the loud and crowded mall.

After sitting at the entrance for ten minutes, you cooled down enough to head back inside and plow through the rest of your shift. As you shuffled through the crowds of people, there was a strong slam to your chest and it knocked the air from your lungs. A hand came to your chest as you were preparing to tell the person to watch it, but instead, you saw three dipshit kids.

“What the hell are you three doing here?” Daggers pointed at their shocked faces, “You know, Dustin’s at the store right now. Even told me how you guys left him yesterday, he’s been gone for three months.” Fist on your hips.

“Woah, okay, it’s not like that.” Mike spoke up first, “We helped set up his radio tower so we could hear from his ‘girlfriend’.” quotes around the word. “Plus, Mike and El left right away. Max and I, along with Will stayed into the night.” Lucas added.

“Hey! Screw you, man!” “It’s true!”

“Okay!” You held your hands out to stop the arguing boys, “look I don’t care about that. Why don’t you go apologize to your friend while you’re here for… whatever reason. Actually, what is your reason for being here?”

“It’s the mall, why do we need a reason?” Will asked. You watched the three boys, “Cause you’re all up to something. I can tell, and it’s nothing good. Plus where’s Max?” You knew Hopper didn’t allow El to visit the mall, which you thought wasn’t fair, but didn’t comment.

Lucas shrugged his shoulders, “we’re on a break, so she hasn’t called.”

“You mean, you’ve called, but she hasn’t picked up.” Will retorted. Lucas gave him a quick punch to his bicep.

‘stupid boys’

“Whatever. Just stop by the store and talk to Dustin and you all better be home before dark, especially you Will.” You ignored the eye-roll from Mike and gave a quick kiss to Will’s hair as you continued your walk to the store.

Steve was behind the counter serving a couple of girls as you walked over to him. He turned his body towards you, head tilted with a tiny smile. “Feeling better?” “Eh.” He chuckled.

“Oh! Guess who I ran into a few minutes ago.” “Hmm… Daisy Jones?” You shoved his shoulder, “No. Thing one, thing two, and Will. Pretty sure they almost rowed me down when they were running away from something.”

His brows furrowed, “huh.” “What?” He pointed a finger lazily, “Max and El were in here earlier. And then giggled when I asked if El should even be here before they ran out.” You squint your eyes, “huh.”

“(Y/n)!” Robin called your name through the open divider, her elbows on the counter. “We have one sentence translated, The week is long.” She said in a poor Russian accent.

“Oh… great.” You weakly gave thumbs-ups, a strained smile.

“The week is long, the silver cat feeds, when blue meets yellow in the west.”

The four of you gathered your belongings and Steve pulled the metal gate down to lock the store, “I mean, it just… it just can’t be right.” “It’s right,” Robin reassured.

“Honestly, I think it’s great news.” “How is this great news?” Steve scoffed, “I mean, so much for being American heroes. It’s total nonsense.”

“It’s not nonsense. It’s too specific. It’s obviously a code.” Dustin argued.

“Great. Feels like I’m in a James Bond movie now. Dealing with Russian codes and shit. Something bad in the plot is gonna happen and we’ll all be in deep shit.” Hands flared in the air at your dramatics. Robin and Dustin just shook their heads at your antics while Steve grabbed your hand closest to him.

“Yeah, it could be a code or Buckley’s translation skills are just crap.” “No, they’re not, Harrington. It’s correct and obviously, they’ll use codes over radios. They aren’t gonna blatantly say, Fire the warhead at noon. So them saying The silver cat feeds- why would anyone talk like that unless they’re trying to mask the true meaning of their message?”

“Exactly.”

“And why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?”

“Exactly.”

You stayed quiet and zoned out as Robin and Dustin talked back and forth, also missing the mocking face Steve was pulling at their words. It’s been a long day, you don’t even want to think about Russians invading Hawkins.

“I can’t do evil Russians. I just want one normal year.” You muttered. Only Steve heard you as Dustin and Robin conversed and continued walking.

With your brain on auto-pilot, you didn’t notice Steve’s abrupt stop until there was a sharp yank to your arm making you stumble. Your sneakers squeaked against the tile as you looked at your boyfriend as he dropped your hand to begin patting his pockets as he stared at a horse ride. He pulled his pockets inside out and loose change spilled to the floor, but he just shook his head.

“Steve?” You stepped closer, “what’s-” “Steve, what are you doing?” Robin called to him

“Uh, it’s a quarter. I need- Does anyone have a quarter?” He looked at you and you just shook your head no. He called for Robin and Dustin again and they joined the two of you.

“Sure you’re tall enough for that ride?” Robin jokes. “Quarter!” Steve voiced again and Robin threw in one. He spun as he caught it out of the air. Then he placed the coin in the slot and the golden horse started its gallop as its cheery music followed.

“You need help getting up, little Stevie?” A gentle shove to Robin’s arm was your silent ‘stop it�� and Dustin chuckled at her teasing. Steve just shushed everyone as he was focused heavily on the melody.

“Would you two just shut up and listen?”

They quieted down and continued to listen. You looked between the three of them, Dustin’s face changing as the music played longer. Your brows were creased in confusion.

“I don’t-” “The music!” and Dustin stripped his backpack and pulled the recorder out. He played the tape just as the ride ended.

“I don’t understand.” Robin finished your earlier thought. “It’s the exact same song on the recording,” Dustin answered. “Maybe they have horses like this in Russia,” Robin supplied.

“But it’s called the ‘Indiana Flyer’. I don’t- That wouldn’t make sense.” You inputted. Steve shook his head, “This code, it… didn’t come from Russia. It came from here.” His eyes are on the three of you.

A wave of uneasiness crashed over you.

You scrubbed your hands over your face then carded your fingers through your messy hair, “god dammit.”

The car was silent. Just Steve driving the both of you to your house, radio so low it wasn’t even playing music. An elbow propped against the window with your fist digging into your cheek as you stared at the fast-moving trees. Your lips were sealed shut since leaving the mall and saying a meek goodbye to Robin and Dustin.

“Baby?” Steve spoke quietly, a hand on your thigh, “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” His thumb rubbing your knee.

You kept quiet, thoughts in space with glazed-over eyes. Russians were in Hawkins. Evil Russians were doing something in Hawkins and now it was basically up to your little group to figure out a code. Why the fuck were you suddenly given the Spider-Man treatment? With great powers must also come great responsibility, the responsibility to fight demons and find hidden Russians.

“Why didn’t Dustin go to Hopper?” Your first words after half an hour. You didn’t turn your head, but you felt Steve’s eyes looking your way and the quick squeeze he gave to your skin.

“Well, you know Dustin. Always ambitious, and he wants to be a hero.” “But this is something that the government should be handling. This isn’t something we can just stick our noses in for fun. It’s Russia for fucks sake-” “We’ve handled Demogorgans, I think we can handle decoding a Russian code.”

The maroon BMW pulled into your driveway, headlights shining bright on your dark house. Jonathan and Joyce’s car was parked so everyone was home and asleep right now. Steve cut the ignition and you instantly grabbed your things and left the car.

“(Y/n)!” Steve shouted before you heard his door slam shut and his fast steps against the gravel. You walked through the front door and headed straight to your room, already knowing Steve is just a few steps behind. You threw your things on the floor, kicked your shoes off and grabbed a pillow from your bed, and turned around just as Steve walked in and closed your door. You started to smack him repeatedly with the pillow in hand.

“Wha- (Y/n)...” “You’re being a dick right now, Steve.” A huff and you stopped hitting him. “Okay, what’s going on? You’ve been off all day.” Steve stepped closer. You dropped your pillow and curled your fingers into claws.

You gripped the hair at your scalp, “everything, Steve! This whole day has been a fucking mess and I feel like no one is listening to me! I- I don’t want to deal with shit like this anymore! I can barely sleep at night, Steve. Nightmares sink into my brain if I were to close my eyes for more than a few minutes. And- And with today… how Dustin mentioned being American heroes- oh I knew you took his simple bait into helping him.”

An empty chuckle fell from your lips as you turned your back to Steve, “and then fucking Tessa Anderson walks up to me in the food court and… and my heart skipped a beat. And I hated myself during our conversation cause I just thought about how beautiful she looked and I stuttered on my words, I- I even said I would be willing to be friends with her again, but I don’t even know if she was part of the whole Carol incident.”

Small tears dropped from your eyes and rolled down your cheeks and off your chin, you turned back to a motionless Steve and his wide eyes.

“Steve… I- I,” you took a step towards him with your hands clasped in front of your face, “please, please know that I love you so much. It was just old feelings, I- I- I’m a fucking idiot and- and I understand if this ends our relationship-”

Your words were cut off by the force of Steve’s lips, his hands holding your face. You unravel your twinged hands and fisted them into the cotton of the scoops uniform that the both of you were still wearing. Your bodies were so close that your feet stumbled as you leaned back to contact as Steve leaned in further.

Steve pulled away first, his hands still holding your cheeks. You chased after him, scared that it was a final kiss, but he gave two quick pecks before moving out of reach. Your eyes blinked a few times before fully focusing on Steve who held such a gentle gaze.

“I love you so fucking much,” he all but sighed out, “and I’ve been a blind idiot all day.” Your eyes squinted and pursed your lips.

“Wha-“ “I wasn’t paying attention closely to how you were feeling or acting. I just brushed it off like it was nothing, that’s shitty of me. At least with the Russian stuff, I mean. The Tessa stuff… I’m glad you told me, I- I mean I knew you would tell me. Cause you mauling at Carol had a reason behind it- other than her slapping you.”

With closed eyes and a sigh, “Steve… I feel like I’m being a shitty girlfriend.” “How so?” Fingertips ghosting over your earlobe.

You licked your lips, “well, firstly, Tessa. I wasn’t gonna leave you for her, never in a million years. But just- the way she made me feel is how you make me feel and you not being the cause made me feel sick.”

Steve nodded at your words, “wanna know something?” You slipped your hands from his shirt to the band of his shorts and you looked into his eyes.

“Last year… when we started to get closer, and Nancy was drifting away from me… you started to make me feel things. My heart would race and my stomach would form knots, and it was because of you. Nancy used to cause that feeling and when it changed to you… I was worried. But then they stopped completely at the sight or even thought of her one night and soon-“ Steve leaned close, “do I consume your thoughts? Every waking moment? Every dream you have at night? Cause you do.”

His voice dropped in octaves, a shiver sprinted over your spine and you released a shaky sigh, “you do. Your smile would flash in quiet moments and sometimes I hear an echo of your laugh. Ninety-nine percent of the time, you fill my thoughts even if I’m with you. And at night, if I’m alone-“ you moved a hand to hold Steve’s neck as you pushed his face towards your shoulder so your lips would brush the shell of his ear, “I imagine your hands touching me. Your palms slide over my arms and stomach, fingers squeezing my thighs or boobs as you trail wet kisses any place you can reach. And when my heart is racing and my bare chest is panting with want, I set my index finger to my collarbone pretending it’s your tongue. And with a teasing pace, I’ll slowly trail it between my lonely breast, passing my belly button, and stop just before-“

Suddenly you were lifted into the air, the world turned upside down. There was a swift smack to your ass and then you bounced against the springs of your bed with Steve hovering over you. He pulled his scoops shirt off in that attractive way boys do, and then his shoes followed before setting a knee on the bed. His fingers tugged at your top so you leaned forward to permit him.

His fingers sunk into your hair as your lips melted together, bodies moving automatically. You bent an arm behind your back and easily unclipped your bra and slipped the straps from your shoulder and flung it away. You let your fingers tangle in Steve’s messy locks as he trailed his lips toward your neck, making you lean it to the side for more access. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your lips were parted as light pants sang into the quiet night. Your grip tightened on Steve’s hair as you gave small tugs, his groans vibrating on your body.

Your nails scratched his scalp as he dipped his head lower, sucking purple bruises along your collarbone followed by the wet trail of his tongue to the valley of your chest. You laid on the bed as Steve moved his hands, his left going to your right boob and his forearm keeping him propped up.

His mouth latched onto your left breast, tongue wetting your nipple until it was hard and you were arching your back. His thumb swiped over your other nipple and it made you sigh from pleasure.

“Steve…” you moaned quietly.

He gave a kiss to the perked nipple before latching to your lips again. Your knees bent on the side of his hips, trying to push him closer.

Steve pulled just a hair away from your open mouth, “I’m gonna show you just how much I love you.”

He kissed your lips, then your neck which followed to your two breasts that he took more attention towards. His left hand slid further down your waist and stopped at your shorts. His mouth set simple, quick pecks over your stomach that was moving with your fast pants.

One more kiss to the skin above your waistband and he set his eyes on you. Propped on your elbows with your head thrown back before jerking at his stopped motions. His brows rose and he did a quick tug on your shorts, you quickly nodded your head. In one pull he took your uniform shorts and underwear off, leaving only your white socks. You pulled your knees closer to your body before Steve crawled over and set his hands on your calves, pulling your legs down a bit and then pushing your thighs open.

“Steve…” Your fingers curled into your sheets as Steve’s pretty brown eyes just stared at you. His chest was bare and displaying his dark mess of hair along with his thick thighs straining against the seam of his shorts.

He laid on his stomach and pressed kisses to the inside of your right knee, his supple lips dragging further up your thigh. The air of his breathing ghosted over where you needed him most.

“Steve-“ A more desperate whine.

“Don’t worry, baby. Just gonna lull you into sweet dreams.” And he gave a lick of his tongue.

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