Summary:You and Steve have been dating for a about a year, growing closer ever since the Demogorgon shit happened. Dustin was over the moon when you and Steve began dating. However, with that comes consequences. Dustin won’t stop asking the two of you questions regardless if their uncomfortable, he doesn’t give a shit. You find it hilarious and cute, until your brother asks the question you never thought he’d ask.
A/N:I’ve been in a big writing kind of mood, so enjoy a Steve Harrington x-reader; I haven’t written for him in awhile. Enjoy!
My fellow students walked passed me as I stood in front of my locker, gathering my school supplies for the weekend. Steve, Dustin and I had planned to have a movie night and just hang out. When my boyfriend for a year and I were hanging out, my younger brother had overheard that two of us were going to have a movie night. Dustin insisted that he join us, wishing to be with his two favorite people.
Of course I couldn’t say no. I mean I could, but I’d look like an asshole. A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist and spun me around. Steve rested his chin on my shoulder, lightly kissing the side of my neck.
He set be back onto the ground with his back pressed against the set of lockers. My boyfriend grinned and slipped his favorite pair of sunglasses off (GIF Above). “Hey,” he greeted with his hands on my hips, glancing down at my lips then to my Y/E/C eyes.
“Hi,” I responded.
Steve watched me turn back to my locker, grabbing my French textbook. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear then kissed my cheek. I felt him smirk against my rosy cheeks as I snickered at his public affection. Steve closed the locker then swung an arm around my shoulders. The two of us walked down the hallway towards his adored car that was parked out front.
I waved to Stella - my brother’s math tutor - as she stood beside her boyfriend, Danny. We finally made it outside where a bunch of students were still conversing with their friends. “Malady,” Steve bowed, opening the passenger door of his car. I shook my head in amusement and sat in the front passenger’s seat. He stole a quick kiss before walking around the car to get into the driver’s seat.
“So, you ready for tonight?” Steve inquired as he pulled away from our school’s parking lot. I shrugged my shoulders and looked out of the window. Bright green trees flew by along with the occasional suburban style home. “Sure. Hanging out with my boyfriend, and my younger brother. What could go wrong?” I remarked.
My loyal and sweet boyfriend set a hand on my knee, running a thumb along the side of my leg. “I’m sure it won’t be too bad,” Steve comforted.
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(Later that night - outfit 2)
Multiple savory and sweet goodies sat on the coffee table as I attempted at trying to find a movie for us to watch. The two boys sat on the patterned sofa, munching on a bowl of popcorn while I flipped through the DVD box. “Okay,” I sighed, “We’ve got Terminator,Gremlins.” I gasped at the sight of Sixteen Candles, me and Nancy’s favorite movie. I glanced at the two boys.
They groaned and shook their head in disagreement. I ignored their expressions, setting the film into the ‘To Watch’ pile. “Um, Footloose,The Karate Kid, and Ghostbusters.” I waited for them to respond. Steve and Dustin glanced at one another then back to me. I raised my brows, expecting a quick response.
“You pick,” Steve suggested with a wink and his heart melting smirk.
“If I pick, I’m going to get a lecture with you two saying,” I lowered my voice to sound deeper, “You always choose those chick flicks, ones with a ton of kissing.” Dustin raised his brows with his arms crossed. “That’s not true, and we don’t sound like that,” my brother claimed. I let out a sigh and looked back down at the stack in my hands.
I waited a few more seconds and picked out Ghostbustersfrom the short pile. Steve and Dustin fist bumped one another, hoping that I wouldn’t see but I still did. “Alright. Were all set,” I plopped down onto the couch. Steve put his arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek.
“I can still see, you know?” Dustin said from the left of me. I rolled my eyes and rested my head on Steve’s shoulder, snuggling into his side. From the corner of my eye, I noticed my brother glance at us; his mouth flipping to a grin at the two of us. “Hold up, I gotta pee,” Steve removed his arm around my shoulders, jumping up from the couch.
“What! The movie just started!” Dustin exclaimed with his hands points in the direction of the television. Steve flipped my brother off and made his way to my bathroom. Standing up from the couch, I grabbed the empty chip bowl and walked over to the kitchen. “Hey! I’ve gotta question,” Dustin jumped up from the couch towards where I stood.
“And I’ve got an answer.”
Dustin huffed and sat down at the island. He played with the cloth napkins that were in the middle of the counter. I noticed something was on my brother’s mind. “Hey, everything okay?” I asked, pouring the last bit of the tortilla chips.
He glanced down the hallway then back to me who stood waiting in front of the granite counter top. Dustin let out a sigh yet again. “Have you-have you and Steve 'done it’?” my brother stuttered, using air quotation marks around the two words. I whipped my head up from the opened trashcan with the blue empty chip bag still in my hands
His face was dead serious, telling me that he really wanted to know. My mouth stayed agape as I tried to figure out how to answer with the bag now crushed in my hands. “Um….” I trailed, “N-No. We haven’t.” Dustin looked at me with raised brows, not accepting my response as a real one. Steve interrupted our conversation.
Steve rubbed his hands together and sat down on the couch. He furrowed his brows, arms throwing up. “What’s the hold up? Let’s get this going!” he said. “I promised Max I’d let her borrow a sweater, I’ll be right back,” I spoke, which wasn’t a total lie. I threw the crushed plastic bag away and rushed over to my bedroom.
Earlier in the week, Max had asked to use one of my sweaters for her double date with Lucas, Mike and Eleven. I fumbled through the closet in search for the yellow and white turtle neck. “Gotchya,” I muttered, taking the article of clothing off the plastic hanger.
A knock from the bedroom door sounded from the right of me. Steve stood there with a warm smile on his freckled face, a strand of hair covering his forehead slightly. “Find that sweater for Max?” he asked.
“Yep,” I answered, “Max always gazes at it whenever she and Eleven come over.”
Steve followed me with his handsome brown eyes as I folded it neatly into a reusable grocery bag. Steve glanced over his shoulder then back to me. “Can we talk for a second?” he asked. I looked up at him and nodded, ushering him to close the door.
He shut my bedroom door, his hands finding their way to the pockets of his grey sweatpants. I could hear Dustin in the living room cursing at our orange cat who was desperately hop onto the couch. “Did you tell Dustin that we you know….” Steve said. “Haven’t done what all couples do in their relationships?” I interrupted, my arms swinging at my sides.
The topic was a sore subject. Steve chuckled and sat down on my made bed. I joined his side. “No, I didn’t tell him, but he’s smart so he’ll figure it out soon enough,” I said. He snickered softly, trailing his eyes away from the carpeted flooring of my bedroom.
“He asked you, didn’t he?” I said.
“Yeah.”
“Of course he did.”
I groaned, falling back as I hit my mattress. The corners of Steve’s lips lifted as he looked at me while I ran a hand through my hair; my tank top lifting up a bit, the top hem of underwear peeking a bit. “I mean, we had to expect that he’d ask,” Steve said. He withdrew his eyes from my exposed skin.
“We’re his two favorite people in the world. Apart from the Ghostbuster characters.”
I laughed at his retort with my arms resting above my head. We sat in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company. This is not how we thought our night was gonna go, but I guess we should’ve known this was going to happen at some point in our relationship.
Given that we’ve only been dating for a year, and within that year the two of us hadn’t really reached the point in our relationship where we, you know. The thought that we haven’t had sex popped into my head. I mean, shouldn’t two high school seniors have already done it? All of my friend’s have.
My boyfriend noticed my sudden change of expression. His joyous smirk dropped. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve urgently asked. I sat up with my elbows propping me up. My foot kicked one of Mews’ toys that had ended up in my room. The pink rubber ball rolled over to the other side of my room, hitting the opened doors of my closet.
“Do-do you think it’s weird that we haven’t really had sex?” I leaned my back against my bedroom wall, “All of our friends have done, and it-it makes me think we’re never going to. I don’t know. I guess…all of our friends ask if we’ve done it, as if it’s their business to know what goes on behind closed doors.” I rolled my eyes at the last bit of my statement.
Steve listened as I spoke what was on my mind. Not gonna lie, it felt good to get that off my chest given that I had kept it in for so long, which I was presently surprised by. “I don’t think it’s weird,” Steve intertwined our hands. He kissed the top of my hand and sat up beside me, his free hand resting on my leg.
“We’ll do it when we’re ready, and right now might not be that time but it will sometime,” he said, “Hell, we’re nineteen years old. We’ve got plenty of time.” I grinned at the sound of his words. Steve was always respectful and knew just what I needed to hear. “Thanks, Steve,” I kissed his cheek.
Dustin groaned in frustration as he shouted for us to hurry up with our little chat. My boyfriend ran a hand through his hair, stealing a quick glimpse at the door then back to me who sat beside him. “Shall we continue with our scheduled movie, Queen Y/N?” he spoke in a British accent, getting up from my bed with an extended hand.
“Why of course, King Steve,” I replied with the same accent.
I put my hand into his and let him lead me back to the living room. Dustin silently thanked us, reaching for the television remote that sat on the coffee table. Mews was perched on the couch behind my brother’s head which enabled her to watch through the window for any unexpected visitors.
My brother looked back at Steve and I who had settled back in. Steve’s arm went back to it’s original state, a hand resting on my thigh. He reached a hand up and pulled my top down, covering my stomach slightly, keeping a hand on my thigh.
We could tell that Dustin was still expecting a response from his awkward question just a few moments ago. “We haven’t done it, and when we do, you’ll know,” Steve confidently remarked as his eyes were fixated on the television screen.
Both Dustin and I turned to look at him, me trying to withhold my laughter while my brother’s face turned a bright shade of pink. Dustin dropped his Three Musketeers and stood up from the couch. “That’s it, I’m going to bed. We’ll finish the movie tomorrow!” Dustin yelled. He picked up our cat and rushed over to his bedroom.
Once he was gone, Steve and I burst into a fit of laughter at my brother’s flustered face. We could hear him curse at us to quiet it down. “Literal tomato. Oh my god,” Steve spoke in between fits of laughter. Ghostbusters was still playing in the background as we continued to giggle.
‘Stranger Things 4’ Will Aired On Netflix As 2 Parts For This Season On 27th Of May 2022 & 1st Of July 2022. The Series Will Come To An End After Season 5.
Summary: Time has been crawling since Wednesday, but it’s finally Friday night. As in, the night that Steve and Y/n have been waiting for. The only problem: Y/n’s not sure she can get through an entire night without a supernatural freak out.
Trigger Warnings: not really ST4 spoiler-y, but if i make another part i think it’s going to have to get into spoiler territory lol, daddy issues, canon level dark themes/violence, kinda strays from canon
Narrator’s POV
Friday night, the start of the weekend, and one of Family Video’s busiest days. It’s no secret as to why. After a long week, a movie night can be a welcomed reprise. Some parents come in to rent films as treat for their children and no middle grade sleepover is complete without the copy of the perfect romcom. People also come in to pick up movies to watch on dates…which is something Steve can’t stop thinking about.
This isn’t the first time he’s had plans after a Friday shift, but it’s the first time in awhile that Steve has felt this kind of excitement. Sure, he hasn’t had any significant problems with girls recently, but that doesn’t mean his dating life has been perfect.
Tonight, though, all of that could change. He could go from being a surface level dater to someone that’s dating y/n l/n. Or, he could crash and burn and ruin their weekly dynamic. Steve wants to get this over with as much as he wants it to last.
Another customer walks into the store. Steve finds himself wanting to sigh. His job at Family Video could definitely be way worse. It’s a job that has a lot more benefits than downsides, especially when his shifts line up with Robin’s. But today, time can’t move fast enough.
“You look like you might throw up.”
Steve half heartedly glares in Robin’s direction. “I do not.” He half scoffs his reply, trying to dismiss the comment before it can root itself into his thoughts. Steve is a second too late. He turns, looking at Robin, “Do I actually?”
She takes a deep breath, analyzing Steve’s expression. He’s being completely serious. Robin can’t help her smile. “You’re nervous.”
“No,” the reply comes out too quickly. Steve regrets it instantly. “…Yes.”
Robin sighs once. “You’re going to be fine.” Steve doesn’t ease. “You’re going to go over to her house, you’re going to play the movie, and she’s going to get scared halfway through and you’re gong to do that super lame guy move where you put an arm around her.”
Steve’s eyebrows draw together in offense. “I have better moves than that.”
“Really? Because I’ve never seen them.”
That wasn’t a reminder Steve needed. He turns his head towards the clock on the back wall. 5:45 PM. In 15 minutes, his shift will be over. “You’re not helping.”
Robin straightens, “If you want to leave now, I’ll cover you. How’s that for helping.”
Steve looks around the store. Family Video is relatively full, most people crowding around the new releases section, which is to be expected on a Friday. He then turns to face Robin again, feeling apologetic about leaving her here by herself for the rest of their shift. Then again, i’s not like he asked and it’s only a couple minutes. “You sure?”
“Yes,” she says, “Now go.”
Steve smiles, already walking away from the counter. “You’re the best.”
“I know.”
Before Steve can disappear, the phone on the counter rings. He pauses as Robin answers. She barely gets out a “Hello, Family Video,” before getting cut off by whoever’s on the other end. Robin’s eyebrows draw together. She extends her arm. “It’s for you.”
Steve eyes the phone, already having a good guess as to who is on the other line. There are only that many people that know his exact work schedule. Sighing, Steve takes the phone. “Not a good time, Henderson. I’m–”
“Going on a date tonight with Y/n L/n, I know, I know.”
“It is not a date.”
Dustin groans. “All you do is talk about her.”
“And now I’m on my way to talk to her, so–”
“Wait, this is important.” Dustin takes a deep breath, preparing to get out as much information as possible in the next two-ish minutes. “What happened to Chrissy happened to Nancy’s newspaper friend. It’s–”
“I can’t do this right now.” Steve blinks, looking around the store. No one is paying any attention to him. “Monsters, Russians, demonic possessions–I can handle all of that, but I just want one normal night.”
“No, you just want Y/n L/n to be your girlfriend.”
Steve sighs, “Unless someone’s dying, I’ll call you tomorrow.” He’s about to hand the phone back to Robin when he remembers something. “Also, Y/n is close to her sister that’s your age, so if y–”
“You are not using me to pick up a girl, especially since that’s the only thing you care about now.”
Rolling his eyes, Steve responds, “I do not need you to pick up a girl.”
He hands the phone back to Robin before Dustin can say anything else. Brushing Dustin off doesn’t feel great, but he’s been pressing the finding a girlfriend thing for awhile. Steve will make plans with him tomorrow, listen to whatever theories he has, and everything between them will go back to normal. Besides, Dustin will be fine. If he was in any immediate danger, he’d tell Steve, and that would be different. Theories aren’t threats, theories can wait until after tonight.
Robin spares him a glance, but is called over by a customer before she can say anything else. She hangs up the phone, mouths a quick ‘good luck’, and then turns back to her customer.
Steve nods in acknowledgement of the gesture before finally walking away.
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Y/n’s POV
“Oh my god,” Sloane gasps from the other end of the phone, “You have a date.”
I did not tell anyone about my plans with Steve. I’ve actually never mentioned any interaction I’ve had with Steve. It’s not like I’m embarrassed of him–if anything, it’d be the opposite–but the last thing I need is to start gossip. My senior year has been the crown of a far from flawless high school career, the last thing I need is for people to think I’m a liar or that I’m still that girl with a silly crush.
I’ve done a great job at keeping my school self separate from Steve. He comes to most pep rallies, sometimes with other girls, but mainly to see Robin who’s in band. If he sees me, he’ll wave me over, but I make sure our interactions are clearly surface level. Trying to dismiss him without totally brushing him off always makes me feel bad. Telling the cheer team’s biggest gossip about the fact that Steve Harrington is just casually coming over for a movie night would make all that sacrifice worthless.
“I do not have a date.” My words come out flat, calm. “Just because I don’t want to have people over tonight doesn’t mean I have a date.”
“Right, so you expect me to believe that you have an entire house to yourself on a Friday night and you’re just going to be doing homework?”
I pace around my living room, once again searching for anything that might be embarrassing. I already had to move some baby pictures from the entrance of the house. “That calc test is going to be killer.” I tuck the phone between my cheek and shoulder as I fluff another throw pillow. “And I never said I was only going to do homework. If I finish early, I was thinking about reorganizing my room, or maybe I’ll watch a movie.”
Sloane scoffs. “Your mom and sister are out of town for a weekend and you’re not throwing a party, and I’m not going to sneak out to smoke with my boyfriend when my parents fall asleep.”
I roll my eyes. “Sloane, I am not having a party and I am not going on a date. I just want a night to myself.”
She’s silent for a second on the other line. “Just don’t become a house body because of what happened to Chrissy.”
Is that why she’s pushing this so hard? I sigh before sitting down. “Sloane, I swear it’s not that.” Then again, partying hasn’t been on the front of my mind since I found out what happened to Chrissy. “It’s just tonight, I promise. Tomorrow we can go prom dress shopping.”
“Y/n,” my mom calls from the doorway, “We’re about to leave.”
“Okay, mom,” I say, turning away from the phone, “Give me one second, it’s Sloane.”
“Is she coming over? I think it’d be nice for you to have some company while we’re all gone.”
I try to avoid directly lying as much as I can, but there is no world in which my mom would let me have a guy friend come over while no one’s home. It’s not like I intentionally created this situation. My mom and Kit weren’t supposed to leave for Kit’s soccer tournament until Saturday morning. It was a last minute choice to drive two towns over the night before so that Kit could spend Saturday morning practicing with her team.
They didn’t tell me they were leaving early until this morning, and I couldn’t exactly call Steve and reschedule because my mom isn’t going to be home. This isn’t the first time I’ve bent their rules, but this is the first time I’ve had a guy over without permission. My mom is normally pretty trusting over the concept of a guy friend that’s just a friend, but they’re not coming back until Sunday. And, if I’m being honest, this did kind of feel like perfect timing.
It’s not like anything that my mom would worry about is going to happen. Steve doesn’t see me like that, so why ruin things? My family not being here just guarantees I won’t be embarrassed. The last thing I need is my mom offering Steve beverages while telling him about the time she found a notebook in which I had doodled our initials together. And Kit knows about the fact that I used to have a mega crush on him, she’d walk into the living room and make comments just to fluster me.
“Sloane, I need to go, my family’s leaving.”
“Yeah, talk to you tomorrow.”
I hang up before turning to my mom. “Yeah, we’re going to watch that new scary movie.”
“Just don’t scare yourself too much unless Sloane can sleep over. I’d hate for you to be alone in this house and scared.”
I wish I could tell her that scary movies have lost their shock factor after everything that’s happened. Even if I could stop thinking about Chrissy’s death, the hallucinations I’ve experienced still wouldn’t let me sleep. The worst thing about them is the way they remind me of the weird period I went through last summer. But I don’t let myself think about that. What’s happening now is completely separate. It has to be.
The first one came out of nowhere. I didn’t even know Chrissy had died. I was in class when the teacher’s face mutated into that of a monster. No longer was I in AP english, instead I was listening to a monster tell me there is no escape. The next one happened in the locker room. Practice was cancelled because of what happened to Chrissy, but I needed my gym bag. I opened my locker and felt everything in me turn to ice. A voice started calling me, a creature was waiting behind the door of my locker. I ran, and once I got into the gym, everything turned back to normal. The last one happened at Family Video.
I cannot freak out like that in front of Steve again.
“I’ll be fine,” I mumble, “Movies haven’t been scaring me lately.”
My mom’s eyes soften with pity. “You know, I don’t have to–”
“No, you should be there for Kit.” Ugh, get it together. I just need to be normal again. “It’s her team’s qualifying tournament for nationals. I’ll be fine.”
She watches my face. I keep my expression as neutral as possible. The slightest indication of actual concern and my mom will end up either staying here or getting someone to stay with me. If I had mentioned Steve coming over beforehand, everything would be fine. Not ideal, but fine. I also can’t act too excited, because that would be suspicious.
“Okay, just make sure you lock the door.” That was a close call. “And say goodbye to your sister and wish her luck. She’s in her room, finishing up packing her overnight bag.”
“Sure.”
I glance at the clock in the living room. 5:45. Steve’s shift is supposed to end at 6:00, and Family Video is only a few minutes from my house. I’m not sure if he’s coming over right after, or if he needs to go home and get ready. Do guys even get ready for dates? Not like that matters in this context, because it’s not a date. At least, there’s no way he sees it as a date, and that’s–ugh, okay, focus. The faster I get my family out of here, the more time I’ll have to finish getting ready.
My family doesn’t know anyone’s coming over, so it’s not like I could really get ready without drawing suspicion. I also can’t look like I’m trying super hard because that’s desperate, and I don’t want him to think I’m reading too much into this.
Thankfully, my sister is in the mood for a speedy goodbye. Her best friends are on her team, so the sooner she gets to the hotel they’re staying at, the sooner she can disappear into that 14-year-old girl world. She’s also a little nervous and gets kind of tense before games. I also say a goodbye to my mom, which is also quick because she wants to beat traffic.
By 5:51 PM I am alone. I rush to my bathroom. Because this is casual, I got away with wearing the outfit I want to be in with Steve gets here. The only thing I really need to do is freshen up my appearance. I also need to take some Tylenol for my headache. It’s been bothering me on and off for days.
I’m brushing my teeth when someone knocks on the front door. He’s here–oh my God, he’s here. I rinse my mouth out as quickly as possible, give my appearance a final once over, and run out of the bathroom.
Okay–okay. Casual. This whole thing is…casual. He’s just a guy, and I deal with guys all the time. I know about at least two guys that are planning to ask me to prom, and at least three more that want to but are too scared to. Steve is no different, he’s just a guy–a cute, slightly older, funny, surprisingly nice–
This is making it worse. I take a final settling breath before opening the door.
Steve. He’s standing there…at my house.
He breaks the silence. “Hey.”
“Hi.” Wow, that came out awkward. Be better. “Uh–hey, come in.” I step back, giving him the space he needs to walk into the house.
Steve walks in casually, like he’s no stranger to being in my house. Actually, what I’m probably picking up on is his comfort level when it comes to walking into a girl’s house for the first time.
I lead him into the living room, fighting the urge to overthink what my house is like. I got away with temporarily relocating a few bath time baby pictures, but I had to be subtle and quick about it. There’s a chance I missed a picture of one-year-old me in one of those inflatable pools in the backyard.
“You have a nice house.”
“Thanks,” I pause in front of my couch, “Would you like something to drink?”
A part of me hopes he says yes, because getting him a glass of water or something would give me some sense of direction. “I’m good.”
Great. “Cool,” I sit down on one end of the couch. What do we normally talk about? Honestly, half of our relationship is me rambling about really random parts of my life that no one else cares about. My friends are my friends, but anytime I bring up a class that’s stressing me out or anything that implies I’m not perfect, they lose interest fast. “So how was your shift today?”
Steve walks towards the couch, but makes no move to sit down. “Not bad for a Friday, a lot of customers earlier in the afternoon, but the store wasn’t overrun.” He pauses, “You were right about that Poltergeist movie, a lot of people wanted to check out the sequel.”
“I told you!” He half smiles, which is definitely his way of admitting that I was right. That makes it easier to ignore my headache. “You can sit down, you know.” I’m not sure if that sounded awkward. Still, Steve sits down.
Lauren Lester, who was the cheerleading captain last year, told me that a big part of knowing when a guy likes you is revealed when he sits next to you and you two are alone. It’s not as simple as one would assume. It’s not as straight forward as a guy that really likes you sitting super close. A guy that’s completely uninterested will still sit a little closer than you expect, because they’re not nervous, they’re not thinking about it. But, a guy that sits too close is interested for the wrong reasons. She told me that if a guy likes you in a genuine way, he’ll start off sitting close enough for your hands to touch when you both relax.
I smiled and laughed along with her, because that’s what I always did. But I don’t know if I believed her theory, I never really cared to give it much thought…until right now. Steve sits, and all it would take for our hands to touch is for my hands to no longer be on my lap. I’m not reading into it, because I swore to myself that I wouldn’t read into anything, but it’s something worth noting.
“You’re never going to let me hear the end of you being right.”
“Probably not,” I admit. “But it’s not like you’re always wrong, today I found out Lucy O’Hara is running for prom queen. That means she lied about it for no reason.”
Steve nods, eyebrows drawing together. I know exactly why he’s giving me that look. About two weeks ago, I told him about the weird tension on the team that centered around Lucy, my co-captain, and he told me he had a feeling it had to do with prom. I probably should have agreed with him, because prom queen drama does seem like something he’d know about.
He ignores my pointed stare. “Not defending Lucy O’Hara, at all, but I’m not sure she lied for no reason.”
“I told you, I’m not going to campaign for a nomination. If I get nominated, I get nominated.”
“But you’d campaign for prom.” He’s not asking. Ugh, am I that transparent?
I open my mouth, not sure how to reply. “It–it’s wrong of her to split up the team.”
“She’s just scared you’re going to win,” Steve says, “Of course she is, it’s not like anyone could beat you.”
Aw–okay, don’t read too much into it. “You think?”
“You’re a co-captain of the cheer team, you’re actually funny and not in a mean way, and you’re pretty–it’s a no brainer.”
My eyes fall to my lap in order to hide how flustered that actually made me. “That means a lot.” Oh no. “…Especially from you, I know you know a thing or two about prom queens.”
He laughs once. “You’re somehow better than all of them.” Steve pauses, “Because you’re actually my friend.”
Oh, that makes a lot more sense. Still, that kind of awkward delivery needs to be made fun of. “If I didn’t know you, I would have thought that was a line.”
It’s not the first time I’ve made a joke implying that he was failing at flirting with me. It’s not like that’s what he’s doing, and it never hurts to threaten a guy’s ego. We always laugh it off, him taking a slightly defensive position.
“Please,” he scoffs, “My lines are way better.”
Laughing, I let myself relax against the couch. Things are already starting to feel easier and we haven’t even started watching the movie. “If you say so.”
Steve tilts his head, exaggerated offense clear in his expression. I turn my head in order to hold eye contact, even though my migraine is getting worse and now the living room lamp’s light is in my eyes. “I could win you over if I wanted to.”
If I’m being honest, he won me over freshman year. I was one of a handful of freshmen in chem, and a total dork, so I had no friends in that class. Steve came in late the first day and was told by our teacher to sit in the front. He ended up next to me on the seating chart, and became my permanent lab partner.
Most of the time, he slacked off, flirting with the girls that sat behind us, and only helping me mix things together for show. I couldn’t stand him–even though I did think he was impossibly cute, like every girl in my grade–until right after Christmas break. I thought I knew where the teacher was going with the project, so I mixed some chemicals without being instructed to. Our beaker boiled over and basically exploded. The chem teacher freaked. Steve took the blame before I could say anything. He got a C on the project grade and two detentions, and he never told anyone it was me.
There’s no way he remembers that. The gesture was likely nothing more than a way to thank me for carrying his chem grade for an entire semester, but I haven’t let it go…and that will always be a secret.
I draw my eyebrows together. “If you say so.”
He doesn’t roll his eyes and move on like he usually does. “I definitely could.” Steve then tacts on a rushed, “Not in a weird way–I’m just saying I have moves.”
“And I’m just saying I’ve never seen them.”
Steve angles himself a little more in my direction. A part of me expects him to dramatically roll his eyes or make another argument. Instead, he just sits there, eyes on me. I want to drop my gaze to my hands or turn my head again, but that’s not an option. I don’t know why, but I’m frozen.
There is nothing else besides his eyes on mine.
I can’t even bring myself to care that there’s a chance that whatever happening now is one sided. I don’t know what Steve’s thinking, but he doesn’t look away. Still, he’s not as frozen as me. Steve tilts his chin downwards, allowing his forehead to come close to touching mine. The odd illusion almost shatters when I notice the movement of his hand. He places his palm against the top of my jaw. His thumb gently moves down my cheek and then back up again.
Steve’s lips part. “Y/n?”
“Yeah?”
His eyes drop just as his eyebrows draw together. “Your nose is bleeding.”
Wh-what? I blink as Steve moves his hand away. The side of his thumb is red. Oh. My. God. I push myself back on the couch, creating much needed distance. This is the most embarrassed I’ve ever been. My hand flies to my nose. A nose bleed? What is with those? I went years without one and now I’ve had 3 over the last two weeks.
“Ugh, what is with these?” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I’ll be right back.”
I stand up, rushing away. Okay, this has to be some form of divine intervention. Whatever just happened on the couch was a total fluke, weird, mental moment. Clearly, my body thinks I need to get it together.
A rhythmic humming I know in the pit of my stomach is coming from just a little farther from down the hall. I haven’t heard it in years. Everything in me turns to stone as I walk past the bathroom and towards the study.
The door is wide open. It’s never been wide open.
Someone’s sitting at the desk, humming as they scan over papers. Words jumble in my throat. My father never liked me interrupting him before, I can’t imagine that that’s changed.
“In or out,” his voice…
I blink, forcing my mouth open. “Dad?”
He sighs, looking away from his paperwork. “In or out, y/n.”
“In, I guess.” I take a step forward, letting my feet plant firmly on the persian rug of his office. The safety of the hallway feels miles away now.
He huffs once, placing both hands on his desk. “Your posture.” My spine turns into a rod. “What’s troubling you?”
“Dad, it–”
My father folds his hands in front of him. “Speak up, you know what I say about mumblers.”
My mouth clamps shut for a long moment. “Dad,” my voice is too loud to waver, “Y–”
“That test of yours,” he leans against his leather office chair, “Your chemistry exam.”
Something in my chest lurches. My chemistry test was the last thing my dad managed to ask me about. I haven’t been in chemistry in two years. “I-I scored a 98%.”
He’s silent, likely calculating the influence that that last 2 percent might have on my overall GPA. “An acceptable score, although there’s a danger in being just shy of perfection.” My dad watches me with a false patience. “Then why are you fidgeting?” He pushes against his seat with no warning, standing and revealing his full height. “Are you hiding something?!”
“No!” It’s practically a cry.
“An english essay?” He begins to walk around his desk. “History? Science? Anatomy?”
His voice raises with each subject. “No! I swear!”
“Is it math again?”
“No.”
“You know what happens to liars!”
“I’m not lying!”
He scoffs, walking towards me. “Then why are you scared!”
“Because you’re dead!” The words are ripped from my throat. I clasp a hand over my mouth, but nothing happens. He doesn’t disappear. “You’re dead–how are you–”
My father lets out a low, even laugh. “Oh, Y/n, dear…” He pauses in front of me, hand moving to grip my chin. “Did you really think death could stop me from telling you how much of a disappointment you are?”
His grip shifts downwards until his hand is wrapped around my neck. He squeezes so hard the tears in my eyes are no longer just from emotion. I push against him with all of my strength, but it is not enough. The edges of my vision blur. In one final attempt to escape, I throw myself to the ground with all my force.
My father’s hold on me is broken and before I can register what happened, he disappears. I sit up, trying to take in my surroundings. There is no way I just hallucinated my dad. I turn my head, trying to take in my surroundings.
I don’t see the familiar wall paper of my house. I”m somewhere else. Somewhere dark and unfamiliar.
“Poor, Y/n–such a tragedy.” The voice is as gruff as what I heard from my father. Something behind me moves. I turn and jump to my feet. The shadow that’s being projected from behind me is the same one I saw at Family Video. “The perfect grades, the president of every organization she’s ever even looked at, and now the perfect cheerleader.” The shadow is shrinking…meaning that whatever’s coming towards me is approaching. “Yet none of it was ever enough for father dearest.” Shame and terror are paralyzing me. “Maybe that’s why a part of you was happy when he passed.”
“I was not.”
“Really? No part of you is glad that you no longer have to hold your breath when you walk past his office? Nothing in you is happy that your mother will never have to worry about covering up bruises again? No part of you is jealous that your sister won’t grow up the way you did?”
It knows every dark thought I’ve ever had. I stand on trembling legs. “You are not real.”
“Oh, Y/n, but I am.”
The shadow is pacing, moving closer. “I am going to close my eyes and count to three. When I open them, you will be gone.”
“Is the honor roll student always so sure of herself?”
I squeeze my eyes shut as tightly as I can. “1,” its coming closer, “2,” I can feel its breath on my neck, “3.” My final word is a squeak.
I force my eyes open. It takes me a second to realize that I’m still in the hallway, standing in front of the shut office door. I’m not alone, a secure touch is on my arm, shaking me.
“Y/n.” It’s Steve. “Wake up, wake–”
“Steve?” My voice sounds hollow, far away. He stops shaking me, but his hand doesn’t leave my arm. I exhale, forcing myself to return to reality.
“Y/n,” he repeats, a little in shock. “You can hear me?” It’s a question, but I’m not given a chance to respond. “Okay, you’re okay.” His hold on my arm temporarily stiffens. “What did you see?”
I swallow once. “Nothing. I just–I have a headache and I was having a moment. That’s–”
“You don’t have to lie.” He’s staring at me with an urgency that’s making it almost impossible to focus on anything. “You saw something that wasn’t there. Something you can’t explain but scared the hell out of you.” I open my mouth, but I can’t make any words come out, so I just shut it again. It takes me a second longer than it should to realize it doesn’t matter. Steve wasn’t asking. “You don’t have to lie, I know about it.”
That snaps me back to reality a little more. “You’ve–you’ve seen things, too?”
Steve sighs as he thinks through his words. “Sort of.” His hand is still on my arm, which is the only thing reassuring me. “I haven’t dealt with what you’re dealing with, but I know someone who is.” He hesitates before continuing, “I’ve seen other stuff, though.”
My eyebrows draw together. “Other stuff?”
Steve presses his lips into a thin line. Whatever he’s about to tell me, he doesn’t want to say it. “You know how people say Hawkins is cursed?” I nod once. “Well they’re not completely wrong.” What the hell? Could this actually be some kind of supernatural curse? “I know you’re confused, and probably scared, but I can help you. I know people that can help, I just need to make a call.”
Summary: There’s just something about the girl that comes into the video rental store every Wednesday evening. Too bad that ‘something’ makes all of that ‘be yourself’ game he has fly out the window until Robin gives him the push he needs.
Warnings: canon level mentions of violence/eeriness, minor season 4 episode 1 spoilers, (maybe bleeds into episode 2 a little if you squint), mentions of death, fem!reader
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Narrator’s POV
The bell attached to the door that customers walk in and out of rings. Steve’s posture instinctually straightens as his head sharply turns in that direction. His job at Hawkins’ Family Video store isn’t one that demands this much attention, especially on a Wednesday afternoon, but this is the one time of week he knows he’s going to see her.
Wednesday at a little after 5:00, depending on the time that cheer practice ends. She always walks in, the skirt of her uniform swaying as she flashes an even smile towards the counter. Some Wednesdays she approaches the front of the store before even browsing, grinning ear to ear with some story to tell Steve. These are the weeks that make every instinct he has melt out of his body. Then there are the Wednesdays in which she wanders the aisles, waiting for Steve to play the role of star employee, ready to help a customer find the perfect film. Those weeks steal the suave from his body, all coherent thoughts disappearing the moment they’re enclosed between aisles of VHS tapes.
Okay…maybe it’s not about what happens on Wednesdays. Maybe it’s just her. Who is he kidding? Of course it’s her. He knows it, Robin knows it (and won’t let him forget it)…and of course, even Dustin’s managed to figure it out. Steve can still remember the Wednesday Dustin decided to stop by Family Video and how Robin took all of two seconds to explain why Steve was so jumpy.
“It’s not her,” Robin hums, “Still too early.”
Steve sighs, forcing his eyes to drop to the floor. “I don’t–”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” Robin turns away from the stack of new videos she’s supposed to be organizing. “She comes in every Wednesday around 5:00, and until you see her you’re a jumpy mess. Then you turn into an even worse mess.”
He’s defeated. There’s no way to pretend that he isn’t overly aware of the time. “We’re friends,” he admits, “I like catching up with her.”
“You mean you like when she comes in here, catches you up on everything in her life, and you stand there, like an idiot, either trying to string together a coherent sentence or figure out how to stop talking.”
Steve frowns. There’s not a good way to defend himself from the truth. “It is not like–”
“Come on, Steve, we’ve been here before.” Robin crosses her arms against her chest. “What happened to that ‘be yourself’, multiple dates a week attitude? What happened to wanting to find someone you actually felt something for?” She’s right, like always. Steve can’t quite react. “What–you finally figure out what you want and all of that goes out the window?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like, Harrington?” She raises an eyebrow, angling her head to the side in a way that reminds him a little too much of their Scoops Ahoy days.
He takes a deep breath, wishing there was a clock in front of him. What time is it? There’s a good chance she’ll walk in while they’re still talking about it. “It’s just…” Steve pauses, struggling to find the words, “It’s complicated, okay?”
“Complicated?” Robin repeats, over pronouncing each syllable. “Being a girl that wants to ask out another girl is complicated. Being a guy that likes a girl who is always flirting with him is not. It is the exact opposite of complicated.”
Steve blinks. “You think she’s flirting with me?”
Robin groans, rolling her eyes. “For the hundredth time, yes! No cheerleader wants to spend this much of her senior year watching movies, and no girl with her grades has that much time to spare.”
“That’s exactly why it’s complicated,” Steve blurts out. “Her GPA’s basically perfect and she’s a part of so many extra curriculars, I don’t even know how she has time to have a conversation with me. There’s no way she she won’t go to some fancy school that’s hundreds of miles away.”
Steve expects some kind of pity to soften Robin, but her stare never wavers. “Wow…now that is complicated, it’s not like there’s still a month until the school year ends and then an entire summer for you two to establish a real relationship that would have to end the second she goes to college because no one ever invented something called a phone.” Robin draws her eyebrows together in mock thought. “And it’s not like she’d ever come back to Hawkins to at the very least visit her family, and friends, and maybe even the loser that works at Family Video that won’t just ask her out already.”
Robin won’t let this go until Steve admits the one thing he’s always fighting to not think about. “She comes in every Wednesday, and returns the video every morning on her way to school. That means she watches them on Wednesday nights–not Fridays, Saturdays, or even Sundays. Wednesday night is her movie night.”
“I think we’ve established that.”
Steve presses his lips together, something in his stomach twisting. He has only one argument left, but something about using it doesn’t feel right. Opening his mouth feels like preparing to lose a molar. “The only kind of people that have regular, without fail, standing, middle of the week movie nights are people in relationships.” He takes a deep breath. “There’s no way someone like her doesn’t already have a boyfriend, anyway. So just–just forget it, okay? We have our Wednesday routine, and it’s–”
“Better than nothing?” Robin finishes, a tinge of sympathy finally coloring her attitude. Steve stays silent, part of him wishing he would have just put. up with some teasing. “Steve, I don’t know if she has a boyfriend, and I don’t know if other guys like her.” Robin blinks, reconsidering her words. “Actually–I know other guys like her, but either way, that doesn’t matter. The way she looks at you, the way she talks to you–she likes you.”
With his back against the counter, Steve pauses, trying not to consider Robin’s words. Is she right? Could there be more to their weekly banter as he pretends to not know where the newest videos are? He opens his mouth, still unsure on what to say.
“Y/n.” Robin breaks eye contact. She’s staring at something past Steve’s shoulder. He must have been so lost in thought he didn’t hear the bell.
Steve attempts to turn smoothly, but the way he twists is awkward. He sticks out his arm to stop himself from falling. Y/n is staring at Robin, a little confused as to why Robin just shouted out her name.
“Y/n,” Robin continues, “You–you’re um-a little early.”
Y/n draws her eyebrows together, a little confused by Robin’s energy. It’s not like the two have never interacted, but that much enthusiasm over her appearance isn’t adding up. “Yeah, the freshmen cheerleaders caught onto the routine way faster than usual, so coach let us out little early. I think she’s going easy on us because…well, you know.”
Something dark clouds her face and Steve instantly feels something twist in his stomach. Y/n is talking about Chrissy. Right now, Hawkins is grappling for answers, and Steve knows more than most. He knows that the police’s prime suspect is just as confused as the rest of them and all he did was witness it. Guilt roots itself in his chest and he’s not sure why. Even if he could tell Y/n what he knows, it wouldn’t help. It would force her into a world of danger and bring more questions than answer.
“You two were friends, right?” Steve manages, voice low. “You mentioned her in a couple stories.”
Y/n nods once absentmindedly. “Yeah, and I just–I keep replaying our last conversation. I was going to have some people over, and when I asked Chrissy she turned me down even though I told her I’d invite that guy she’s been trying to set me up with for weeks.”
His mind shouldn’t go where it does, but Steve can’t help it. A boy–another boy that Y/n invited into what was clearly a party but she’s pretending it wasn’t. Did she still invite him after Chrissy said no? And Chrissy said no–that has to be weird, right? That’s something that he should tell Dustin. Robin elbows him from beneath the check out counter, making him realize another point he shouldn’t have dismissed so quickly. If her friend has been trying to set Y/n up for weeks, that not only means that she doesn’t have a boyfriend, it means that she doesn’t want one. Or, at least, she doesn’t want whatever high school superstar Chrissy was trying to set her up with.
It’s no secret that Steve’s done the popular in high school thing. Even if someone doesn’t feel like they have time for a relationship, they date. No one doesn’t date for no reason. Does she like someone?
“Something was wrong, and I just keep thinking that if I had pressed a little more, maybe Chrissy would have told me, and–”
“You can’t blame yourself for something like that.” He wishes there was a way he could tell her how much it’s not her fault. Chrissy wasn’t a victim in the way that Y/n thinks. “Bad things have been happening in Hawkins for awhile.”
Y/n nods again, unconvinced. “Yeah.” Her hands move forward, smoothing the skirt of her uniform. “I’m going to try to find a copy of Pretty in Pink.” There’s something stiff about Y’n’s dismissal. “It feels weird to be watching a movie, but my sister has been begging to see it since it came out.”
Without another word, Y/n turns down the romantic comedy section. As soon as she’s no long visible, Robin lets her eyes go wide.
“Her sister,” Robin whispers, “Her movie nights are with her sister, she doesn’t have a boyfriend, and she’s been turning down guys for weeks.”
Steve’s stomach has never somersaulted this much in his life. He tries to swallow but his mouth has gone try. “She’s–”
Robin reaches over to the pile of long forgotten returned movies. She holds up the tape she was looking for. Pretty in Pink. “Go,” she waves him over, handing him the VHS.
Okay…now or never, right?
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Y/n’s POV
Am I in the mood to watch a romantic comedy? It doesn’t matter. Nothing about what I want to do feels like it matters. Everything makes me feel guilty. Each class I take, each game I go to, is something that Chrissy didn’t get to do. Everything I do is something she’s never going to get to do.
Not only did she die, she experienced something brutal. In fifth period, her boyfriend told me the police officers didn’t even let her parents see Chrissy’s face. Who could have done something that terrible to her? That freak Eddie in that Hellfire cult, is what Chrissy’s boyfriend said.
I’m not sure I believe him. Sure, he’s been held back for as long as I can remember and whatever his friend group does makes like no sense to me, but being a little weird doesn’t make someone a murderer. Besides, my physics teacher assigned him as my lab partner. I’ve talked to him. He’s eccentric, a little loud, and in no way a friend of mine, but he’s not like those guys on the news. I really doubt he’s some kind of beginner Ted Bundy, and until there’s actual evidence, I don’t think I should be scared of him. I’m not going to go out of my way to wave at him in the halls, but I’m not hoping for his arrest either.
I just want answers…and to find this movie so that I can get home. It feels weird to do something so mundane, but my sister knew Chrissy, and she’s freaked out. The last thing she needs is a stray from routine, especially since I worked so hard to make sure we spend some time together my senior year. That’s a good excuse, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit a part of my adamance is the excuse to regularly see the guy that always has the Wednesday afternoon shift.
That weird fluttering feeling in my stomach that I feel whenever I see Steve Harrington is the one part of me that hasn’t changed throughout high school. None of my current friends ever acknowledge this, but the start of high school was nowhere near as easy as the end of it. I may be a cheerleading co-captain that’s definitely going to be nominated from prom queen now, but freshman year me used to spend free period making friends with the librarians. I’ve changed so much, and yet I can’t let go of Steve Harrington.
It’s ridiculous. Sure, he’s nice to me now, but it’s because I run into him at work. I also don’t doubt the fact that 17-year-old me is a lot less of an awkward weirdo than I was when we were in the same chemistry class. Ugh…I shouldn’t even be thinking about this. Chrissy’s dead and my sister is waiting for me at home.
I take my time scanning the movies in the romance aisle, a part of me hoping that Steve might come over here. He’s normally always coming up to me in order to either help me find movies or recommend something. It’s just a part of his job, but I can’t help the way the extra opportunity to talk to him makes me feel.
My eyes are still looking over film titles on the third shelf when I feel it again. Cold sweat against my neck and the palms of my hands. My stomach is a rock. Not again, not here. I take a deep breath, trying to read the titles in front of me but everything’s blurred. I blink and blink, but nothing clears up. The colors swirl together, and I’m no longer looking at movies. The pictures aren’t titles, they’re depicting horror. Monsters with sharp teeth, bloody bodies, and broken people.
Has the lighting in here always been like this? So flushed and blue tinted and haunting–
Okay, breathe. Just br–
“Y/n…” The voice that whispers my name is gruff yet attempting to be soft. My skin crawls. “Y/n.” It’s coming from the other aisle. Something shifts. A shadowy image is peaking around the corner of the aisle. It’s tall and skewed the way a broken bone is. “Y/n.” It takes another step towards me.
My hand rests on a shelf, my knuckles turning white due to my grip. One more step and it will round a corner. I squeeze my eyes shut with all I have.
Something makes contact with my shoulder. My body turns, almost slamming into the shelf my hand was on. Forcing my eyes to focus, I see Steve. He’s withdrawn his hand, letting it linger in the air between us like his silent concern. I take a deep breath, the air settling in me like it’s supposed to.
Oh–I can breathe again. I blink twice. The lights no longer seem cold and the movie titles are once again just that. I turn my head as casually as I can manage. There is no longer a shadow peering around the corner.
I’m losing it, and I’m losing it in front of Steve. Chrissy’s death was a tragedy, but I don’t think grief makes people hallucinate things like that. What the hell am I seeing?
“Uh–Steve.” My words are more to myself than to him. Everything is normal and I don’t believe it. “Sorry, I’m jumpy today.” I scratch the back of my arm. “The whole Chrissy thing has messed with my head a little.” His eyes are soft, sympathetic. Great–a whole school year’s worth of process washed away. He’s thinks I’m crazy. There has to be a way to save this. “You should have seen me in English today after Tammy Thompson dropped a pencil that rolled under my desk.” The awkward laugh that follows my rambles might haunt me more than my hallucination.
Steve almost smiles. “This kind of stuff can mess with anyone’s head.” He lifts his other hand. “You said you were looking for Pretty in Pink, and our last copy was up front.”
Okay–everythingis normal. He’s just doing his job. I don’t know what that makes me deflate a little. “Oh–thank you. My sister’s gonna love this.”
He nods, tapping his fingers against the side of the tape. “No problem.”
Steve turns, giving me some space to walk next to him. I’m glad for the excuse to get out of this aisle. I’d rather talk to him by the check out counter where nothing bad has happened to me.The farther I get from that corner, the safer I’ll feel.
Our hands dangle at our sides. It would take nothing for our fingers to touch. Steve walks away from me, letting the likely one-sided tension disappear as he settles behind the counter.
“I think it’s nice that you watch movies with your sister.”
My nails tap against the counter. “Yeah, she just started her freshman year and I’m graduating. I wanted to make sure we spent some time together this year. It’s been nice, but sometimes I miss being able to watch more action-y stuff. I used to be really into scary movies but now none of my friends want to watch them with me.”
“I can imagine why.”
He’s trying to make a joke, but what happened earlier hasn’t left my mind yet. I try to laugh it off with my reply. “I can’t blame my friends, I did always end up all over them.”
“Hey, Steve,” Robin says, “We’re going to need to reorganize the new releases before Friday because that’s when we’re supposed to get that new Poltergeist movie.”
Steve doesn’t even look towards the tapes that Robin is sorting through. “We just need to move the oldest from the new release section to–”
“The new Poltergeist movie is coming this Friday,” Robin repeats, words a little more emphasized than before, “A lot of people are going to want to watch it, so I think it’s important that we schedule a time to make it easier for people to find it.”
Steve finally turns his head towards her. “Oh.Yeah, I’ll check the display after I finish up here.”
“You know, I never even saw the first Poltergeist.”
There is no way. “You work at Family Video and you’ve never seen Poltergeist?”
My surprise must be as obvious as it feels because he pauses. “I just never got around to it.”
“’Never got around to it,’” I practically gasp, “That movie broke box office records when it first came out. I am seriously doubting every recommendation you’ve ever made to me.”
“I have a good taste!”
“Debatable.”
He raises an eyebrow, “Well, if it’s such a big deal, maybe you should watch with me.” I freeze more sharply than I mean to. Did he just ask me to do something? Like actually do something? “So that you can have proof that I watched it and my recommendation credibility can be restored.”
“Y-yeah.” Really–something that I’ve wanted for four years just happened and my reaction was the word ‘yeah’. “I’d feel a lot better taking your movie recommendations knowing that you’ve at least seen Poltergeist.”
The corner of Steve’s mouth turns upwards. “How’s Friday? My shift ends at 6:00 and I can put aside a copy of the sequel. Technically, not supposed to reserve merchandise, but I think I can get away with it.”
Two movies?! Okay–act calm. It’s not like I haven’t been asked out before, and I don’t even think this is a date. “You’ve got a bit of bad boy streak, Steve Harrington.”
Since when am I this awkward? Steve leans against the counter. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
Calm. Act calm. He scans Pretty in Pink and hands it over. “Deal.”
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Narrator’s POV
Y/n walks out the door with her weekly movie like she has every week, but something’s different.
Steve Harrington has plans with Y/n L/n. Steve Harrington has what could easily be considered a date with the girl he’s spent months pining over.
Robin and Steve turn to face each other after Y/n steps out of the store. The two high five.
“I did it!”
“More like I did it.”
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first time writing for Stranger Things!! This took longer than I thought, and I still have enough ideas to make a part 2,, so if you enjoyed this, let me know!
Eddie would definitely tease you while DMing a game session.
Has you sit next to him and while it’s quiet during the session he slowly has his hand trailing up your thigh, squeezing it whenever the other players make a roll.
Just watching him continue the game like he’s not slowly inching closer to your aching warmth. The slight twitch in his mouth every time you shift around in your seat.
Everyone else thinks your making sounds and moving because of the intense plot looming…but Eddie knows…
“Oh don’t worry, the real fun is about to start very soon.”
Okay Y'all, we have options, I either write the byler country side Ghibli vibes au after season 4 where they take the time to reconnect emotionally or I write the dark byler season 4 rewrite where I fix Mike and give will a villain arc.
