Can You Write A Steve X Fem Reader, Where The Reader Is About To Be Killed By Venca?

Can you write a steve x fem reader, where the reader is about to be killed by venca?

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(A/N): HEY thank u so much for being the first request on my restarted acc :) it means a lot to me that u took the time to send a request in and even though of it! I hope u enjoy :) sorry this took a while, if u haven’t seen one of my recent posts, I’m watching one stranger things episode a day so it’ll last longer LOL I wanna enjoy it as much as I can since it’s the last season 😭😭😭

Summary: Just about as you’re about to get killed in the Creel’s (once was) residence, you become near to death but Steve Harrington saves you <3

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

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“Okay, everyone stay in groups of two.” Nancy’s words quickly faxed from your mind as you stared at the clock, observing it. You didn’t even notice everyone getting their partner- not even Steve. “(Y/N)! You alright?” He asked, getting worried and putting his hand on your shoulder. You turned to look at him, “um yeah- sorry.” “It’s fine. We’re an uneven number so do you wanna come with me and Dustin?” He offered. “Yeah sure!” You said, with a smile that seemed to be contagious. “Alright, let’s go,” he said with a soft smile and turning around, and walking off into the Creel’s home.

You walked after, but you heard it. The clock. The old clock was ticking and ringing. You turned around and looked at it. It was now covered in this dark vines. You furrowed your brows and slowly walked up to it. You stared in disgust at the vines, and all the dirtiness of the clock. You didn’t really know how else to respond to this clock. The vines weren’t here before… were they? Did anybody else notice it? How long had they been there for? How could you not have noticed?

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Steve turned around to look at you- feeling something was off. It was a win-win if he didn’t see you or did. He would get to either save you and be the superhero or he could get to see your gorgeous face that he loved so dearly- which he couldn’t tell you yet. He began to walk slower and turned around. You were still staring at the clock. Why we’re you staring at the clock? He came to a stop watched a bit more. “Dude, what are you doing? Could you walk faster?” Dustin asked getting bothered at Steve blocking the entire doorway. Dustin noticed him staring at you and turned around. What could he be staring at?

Once you didn’t move it completely confirmed it for both of them. “(Y/N)?” Steve asked, walking past Dustin who followed, and went up to you. Your eyes. Your eyes were looking up, they were pale like a corpse’s- and they were twitching. Picking up what happened the previous day with Max, he knew what to do. Finally he’d get to save someone’s life and not just looking after the kids.

“Shit, shit, shit! Dustin! Get the Walkman!“ Steve demanded, pointing to the backpack. Dustin looked at him, and then ran towards the backpack. Luckily they decided to bring an extra one in case Vecna tried to possess one of you. “What’s her favorite song?” Dustin asked running to Steve with the Walkman and headphones in hand. Steve snatched it from Dustin and put the headphones on as quickly as he could before you started levitating.

Steve, being your best friend and your admirer, knew your favorite song by heart. His hands were trembling, his eyebrows were furrowed and he was desperately changing the song until it finally got to it. He turned up the music as loud as he could. “Please, please, please.” He muttered. He loved you, and most of the past few months on his mind revolves around you- he couldn’t lose you.

He began shaking your shoulder, trying to shake you awake as someone would do to someone having a nightmare. “Steve! That’s not gonna work!” Dustin said. “At least I’m trying!” Steve yelled in defense.

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Your eyes went from the clock, and then to Steve. “(Y/N) Are you alright?” He asked. “What the hell is wrong with that clock?” You asked approaching him. “I’m not sure.” He said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. "You shouldn’t worry about it,” his voice shifted to a deep, scary one you had never heard before. “It’s okay. You’ll get used to it eventually, and you will join us.” Your heart dropped and your breathing quickened. You pulled away as hard as you could, and saw this disgusting ugly monster. It’s skin looked like what was around the clock. “Holy shit,” you muttered, backing away slowly. “Don’t run. I’ll get you anyway. Your friends are useless. They will do nothing.” It said, getting closer.

“Please, please, please,” you heard Steve’s sweet voice again. You turned around and saw this opening back to the real world. You looked back at the monster and noticed how much closer it was getting. You ran as fast as you could back. Luckily it wasn’t too far away, so Vecna couldn’t react in time. “Fuck you! Fucking piece of shit!” You yelled at him, and entered through your old dimension’s opening.

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You almost fell back, and were breathing heavily. Steve and Dustin got to react in time and got you. “Holy shit!” Dustin yelled. “God! Are you okay?” Steve asked, bringing you into a warm, comforting hug. You nodded, and looked back at Dustin, then to Steve. You stepped back, “thank you guys for saving me.”

That’s what Steve had actually been waiting to hear this entire team he got himself into this mess with all his friends and classmates. The best part was that it was 𝘆𝗼𝘂 he got to save. He smiled “of course.” “Yeah. We should be to the others.” Dustin said beginning to walk off. You looked back to Steve and gave him a smile, before following after Dustin.

You could say Steve’s ego got a bit boosted after that. Now he could finally say he got to save you, his best friend and crush. Maybe his changes of getting with you after this crazy shit is over with after are higher now. He hanged his arm over your shoulder and walked you after Dustin, having the most stupid smile.

Next Best Thing to An Angel

requested by anonymous

pairing: Steve Harrington/Henderson!Female Reader

summary: Reader has been cursed by Vecna, and the group has to work fast in order to find a way to rid her of it. There's too many close calls, and just when they thought they had it figured out...it just might be too late.

warnings/extra tags: cursing, mentions of blood, violence due to fucked up visions brought to you by Vecna, near death experiences, >>>ST4 V1 SPOILERS<<<, this is beta read by the bestie @dearneverlander so it should be ~crisp~

note: There's references to the 1984 movie Streets of Fire aka one of my fave 80s Rock and Roll Fables. You don't need to know the exact plot, but just know it's an important movie and soundtrack to the reader <3 This took me a bit to write because I wanted it to be hella good. Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!

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It started just a day after your cheer teammate and one of your closest friends, Chrissy Cunningham, told you she was having problems. You were perhaps one of the only people who was aware of what she was going through, not even her boyfriend knew about her horrible headaches or the growing nightmares.

When she told you, she seemed so scared. It was so unlike her that it scared you to see her act in such a way, so much that you thought you scared yourself into experiencing the same things or that maybe she caught an illness and gave it to you.

The first thing that happened was a nosebleed. You were at the Hawkins Family Video Store, waiting for your boyfriend Steve to finish renting out a video to a customer so you can help him pick out a movie to put on.

You were reading the back of a tape that Robin had handed you prior, since she was trying to broaden yours and Steve's movie horizons because according to her you both were ‘hopeless’ when it came to your movie knowledge.

"I don't know about this one Robin," You called to her.

"What? God, you're so lame, you and Steve are probably just going to put on Streets of Fire again,” she replied from somewhere behind you.

You chuckled to yourself, "Not exactly a bad idea."

"Did you say Streets of Fire?" Steve questioned after the customer had left, leaving just you three and a handful of patrons who were still trying to find movies to watch, "I love that movie. It's pretty damn romantic."

You laughed and agreed while Robin scoffed and pushed the video cart aside.

"Excuse me? Did you say romantic? He punches her in the face," Robin reminded you both. You cringed.

"Okay, not that part, but even then it's taken out of context- just- whatever, it's a good movie," you tried to defend it, "Plus, the soundtrack is pretty killer."

"I’m still not over you both thinking it’s romantic. Context considered and all, but they don't even end up together in the end," Robin replied, you sighed.

"It's about the closure, Robin, he just left her without a word, and after he saves her from Raven, they finally get it, it is romantic in it's own way," you set the other tape down, ready to put it on the video store's TV out of spite.

"Right. Well, at least Diane Lane is hot in it...and yeah, I'll give you the soundtrack, it is pretty good."

Steve laughed to himself, enjoying how much you loved and defended the movie because he knew why you liked it so much. It was the movie you and him watched on your very first date two years ago at a drive-in. Since then, it has been your favorite movie of all time.

"I think you secretly like the movie, Robin, and since it's my turn to pick a movie," Steve had grabbed it from where it sat conveniently under the counter and handed it to you, "Go ahead and put it on." You hopped off of the counter with a satisfied grin while Robin sighed dramatically and crossed her arms.

You removed the tape from its case, and leaned up, ready to insert it into the player when your mind suddenly became foggy. It felt odd, like an invisible force had violently washed over you and caused a pulsing pain in your head that almost mirrored a migraine.

The tape slipped from your grasp, crashing onto the ground as you brought your hand to your forehead. The clatter of the tape hitting the ground was what had brought you back to reality after a few seconds, and Steve was beside you.

"Woah, are you okay-” he stopped when his brown eyes fell to the bottom part of your face. You blinked, still a little disoriented from the random headache.

“Oh shit, Henderson, your nose,” Robin said what Steve didn’t, her eyes on the same place Steve’s were. You lifted your hand to below your nose, instantly feeling something wet and sticky. 

When you looked at your fingers, you saw it was blood.

It didn't scare you more than it had confused you. You hadn't gotten one in so long, and the last time your nose did bleed was when a sophomore girl trying out for the cheer team kicked you in the nose by accident.

After this incident, the days following felt almost like hell. You'd wake up in a cold sweat from nightmares, all of them about either losing Steve or your little brother Dustin, and you were taking Tylenol more frequently for these massive headaches that never seemed to go away.

You could only think of Chrissy, and what she had told you, and wonder if she passed you some kind of illness. You tried talking to her again during practice or in the halls, but she seemed keen on continuing to pretend that she was alright, and maybe she was because she still cheered and ruled the school with a smile on her face.

You thought if she could do it, then so could you. Unlike her though, you had a boyfriend who could see right through the facade and had a brother who could relay to him how weird you've been acting when Steve asked. He had told Steve the nights you’ve canceled on dates or meet-ups with him and Robin in the past few days you were actually locked away in your room. It was very uncharacteristic of you, considering you were out almost every other day, either with your friends or with Steve.

When Steve insisted you let him drop you off at Hawkins High and asked you what had been going on when Robin left first, you didn’t really understand why your first instinct was to withhold the truth.

"I just haven't been feeling well," you told him, while pretending you were fixing your lipstick, "I think I...caught something.”

"Something how?" Steve asked, concern etched all over his features, “It must be bad because you look like you haven’t been sleeping either.”

You pressed your lips together because you were positive you packed on enough make-up to hide those dark circles that had started form. 

You didn't want to tell him about your nightmares, not wanting to worry him for what you thought were just dreams. It made you feel bad because you've never shied away from telling Steve anything, but you were scared if you said anything whatever it was would get him too. Your dreams were too...vivid and real.

It was always about the day you both were interrogated by the Russian Guards, and every time you didn't answer they hurt him and not you. They made you believe they had killed him, that you were the reason he was dead. And there was that…room.

"Just headaches, mostly," you said quietly, shutting the mirror and resting your hands above your Hawkins cheer skirt.

Steve had looked suspicious, and he said, “Should you do the pep rally then? Or the game tonight? I know it’s the championship but…” You had forced a sweet smile his way and leaned toward him.

"I'll be okay, I promise," you tried to assure him with a peck on his cheek, leaving the pink residue of your lipstick there, “I love it when you care so much.” You were gone and out of the car before Steve could say anything more.

Steve had noticed since that day you were different, it almost felt like you were pulling away from him emotionally in a way. For almost two years you've been in this relationship, and when you've gotten sick in the past, you never had done this.

Something else was wrong, but neither of you would find out until after Chrissy Cunningham's death.

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"The curse of Vecna," Dustin Henderson and Eddie Munson had both said at the same time.

"The curse of who?" Steve asked. You had scrunched your face up with confusion.

"Are you two talking about that wizard from Dungeons and Dragons?" you asked, knowing this information because Dustin always bothered you by explaining all of the campaigns he did to you during dinner mostly.

"Not just a wizard, a dark wizard," Dustin told you, "He uses a magic spell on the players called Vecna's curse."

"Do you really think that's what it is?" Max had asked from beside Robin, "I mean…”

"Only one way to find out. What else have you experienced?" Dustin's question was toward you now, and you uncomfortably crossed your arms over your chest, not sure what to say.

Eddie blinked a few times as he looked between Dustin and you before he asked, "Wait, why are you asking her?"

Steve's hand rested on the small of your back, and you exhaled shakenly, "Because about a week ago, Chrissy confided in me about these...nightmares and headaches she'd been getting. And about a day after that...I started to get the same kind of symptoms and now Chrissy is dead and I-" you closed your lips and shook your head.

Eddie stared at you, "Oh shit."

Steve rubbed your back affectionately, "Okay, so now that we think we know what it is, how it works...is there any way to stop it?"

"Okay, okay, first up, didn't you say something about a nosebleed?" Dustin's question was directed at you again. You looked at your little brother and nodded.

"Yeah, about 6 days ago at the video store...Steve and Robin were there."

Nobody noticed how Max shifted uncomfortably in her spot upon hearing your words.

Robin nodded, "Yeah I remember that...god this is insane. I mean, last time it was insane too, but this is just...yikes."

As they continued to discuss possible ways to stop this curse they believe you had, you started to feel very uneasy. Chills had crawled their way up your back, making you tense up and bite your lip to stop it from quivering.

Eddie had said what happened to Chrissy, how she was in this sort of trance before her body was lifted into the air and...how her bones cracked and how her eyes...how her fucking eyes were sucked back into her skull.

You thought about how it was after Chrissy told you about her problems, you instantly got them too. And you looked at everyone around you, your little brother, Robin, Max, even Eddie, and especially Steve. You didn't know how this thing spread, if this Vecna character had chosen you simply because you interacted with Chrissy, like she passed some curse onto you.

And if any of them were next it would be because you were an idiot and told them too.

The thought made you physically ill and you were leaving before anyone could stop you, ignoring Steve calling after you. You left the boat house with a hand over your mouth to try and keep the rising bile in your throat down.

When you were finally near the trees, you doubled over and threw up all over the grass. You fell to your hands and knees after you emptied out your already empty stomach, panting and spitting onto the floor to get the horrid taste of the stomach bile and acid out of your mouth.

Running out into the darkness was not a smart idea, you knew that, especially now you learned you were probably cursed, but you just needed to run. You needed to get out, you needed to just get away from them.

Then, you heard Steve calling your name. You were shaking and shouted, "I’m okay- just leave me alone right now- please-"

Your name was called again, but this time...it wasn't Steve. In fact, it wasn't any of them inside that boat house.

This voice caused a violent wave of fear to crash through you, making your body go still. Whatever had called your name was right behind you. You turned your head slowly, and saw that your surroundings were different now. 

Different, but very familiar too. Blood stained the floor tiled floor and walls, torture weapons scattered among them. The stench of blood was strong, just as it was the day you remember being locked in there when you were captured in the Russian Facility. 

It was the room they said they had killed Steve in.

Your hands moved to cover your nose and mouth, panic rising in you that you were somehow here again reliving the worst day of your life. 

The loud chime of what sounded like a large clock echoed from behind you, causing you to yelp out a short scream and twist your body around to see the source of the sound.

Engraved in the wall, your eyes fell upon an ominous grandfather clock. It chimed, echoing in your ears and mind, and it ticked almost like a threat.

And it certainly was.Your name was called again, but this time it felt like it was all around you. 

“The time to end your suffering is coming soon,” the voice told you, “Join me and I will spare your friends. If you refuse, I will take them all.”

The clock chimed again and ticked, louder than the thumping of your chest and louder than the voice itself. The lights of the torture room you were in flickered, and you caught a glimpse of…something or somebody. 

It was enough to make you scream.

You were gasping suddenly. And then, you heard Steve’s voice shouting your name.

Steve’s hands were grasped tightly over your shoulders, as he was shaking you in an attempt to get you to wake up. 

Your eyes shot around your surroundings, not looking at Steve at first as you took in that you were where you found yourself before. By the trees just outside of Reefer Rick’s boathouse, and in the grass you’d just vomited in. 

“Hey! Hey!” Steve called to you, “Look at me, I’m right here, what happened? Are you okay? Talk to me!” You finally looked at Steve, and in an instant you remembered what that being had told you. 

“If you refuse, I will take them all.”

You shook your head frantically, and said in a broken voice, “No, no I won’t let him.” 

Steve furrowed his eyebrows at you, and tilted his head and he asked you what you were talking about. That was when you moved away from him, from all of them, even your own little brother who was knelt beside you.

Like Steve, his eyebrows were drawn together, and he said, “Wait- wait what are you talking about?”

You kept your eyes down, being sure not to look at any of them who you realized were surrounding you too. Eddie had his hands in his hair, Robin had a hand over her mouth and Max’s expression was simply unreadable. Nobody spoke for a few seconds, probably because they were waiting for you to speak. 

Steve reached out to you, gently grabbing your trembling hand when you didn’t, “Hey, it’s us, okay? What happened?”

To Steve’s surprise, you pulled away from him the moment his hand touched yours and started to shake your head again, muttering a quiet I can’t underneath your breath.

His heart dropped when you had done so and he only felt more of this fearful feeling since he came out here and found you. After you had left the boat house, Steve was the first to run after you, then it was Dustin and the rest. He found you on your hands and knees, just staring forward with your eyes clear and blinking. 

You were unresponsive, no matter how much he called your name, not even when all of them called your name. It was like you weren’t even there.

It was when Eddie came out and saw the state you were in, things became much more real.

“That’s exactly what happened to fucking Chrissy!” Eddie had said, his hands moving to his ears as he stared with a terrified expression, as if he expected you to start levitating like she did at any second.

It was one thing to hear about it, but another to see what Eddie was talking about in person, especially to someone you care and desperately love. It felt like someone had thrown ice cold water on Steve, and he felt completely helpless as nothing he did brought you back from wherever you were. 

And now, you were awake and you were…terrified. 

“I…I have to get out of here,” you suddenly said in a shaking voice as you moved to stand, “Because of me he’s going to get you- he’s going to get all of you.” 

The words hit them like a freight train, but you were already walking away. Steve tried to catch you, but you were already out of his reach.

“Who? Vecna? You saw Vecna? Did he tell you that? ” Dustin was standing and following after you, “Shit! Tell us what you saw! Then maybe-” 

“No!” you shouted at your brother, “No! I can’t- I-I have to go-” 

Steve remained still for a moment, wondering why you would say such a thing. Because of me he’s going to get all of you. 

What the hell does that mean?

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“Here’s what we know, my sister said because of me he’s going to get all of you,” Dustin stated as they sat in the trailer park benches, “And she said she interacted with Chrissy before that. So maybe, just maybe there’s some kind of a connection there, right? Like it’s a curse that spreads like some kind of…virus?”

Everyone was there, and so were you, but you were sitting at the playground. They were sure to always look over at you. 

You hadn’t talked much since your experience last night, and it was a choice on your part. If they weren’t going to leave you alone, then you wouldn’t tell them anything, hoping that perhaps that would keep this Vecna away from them too. 

“I mean…maybe?” Nancy had spoken, having joined them after the death of her co-editor Fred. He was killed the exact same way Chrissy had been, and when you heard that, you were shaking with terror because you knew you were next. 

“What do you mean maybe?” Dustin asked Nancy. 

“It’s just…Fred’s never had any interaction with Chrissy or your sister, he’s been at my side for at least…89% of the school year,” Nancy said then glanced over at you, “Has she said anything yet?” 

All eyes moved to you and then to Steve, and his eyes dropped down. 

“She’s…fucking terrified guys,” Steve said, lifting his gaze on you now. You were digging your feet into the dirt beneath you, “And I am too. She hasn’t said a word since last night.” 

He was still haunted by that image of you, your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your skull and nonreactive to anything he or the others had tried. He couldn’t get even a wink of sleep last night because he couldn’t get the image out of his mind.

“Well, we should try again,” Nancy urged, then started to stand, “I’ll go talk to her-” 

“No, no I’ll talk to her,” Steve said as he stood up faster than her. They all looked at him again, and he raised his hand slightly, “I got this, she’s my girlfriend, did everyone forget that or something?” 

He didn’t wait for any response from them, especially Dustin, and jogged toward where you sat. You heard someone coming, something you were actually anticipating. When you looked up, you saw Steve, and as your heart always did when you saw him, it leaped, making you for a moment feel…normal and safe again. 

“Hey,” Steve said, and you would’ve smiled had your heart not felt cold again after being warm for the first few seconds you saw him. He leaned on the spot next to you. You stood up and moved away from him, making him frown deeper. 

You never did this, shut yourself off from him and your friends before. Even with your little brother. And it broke Steve to see you like this, broke him that you didn’t want to tell him anything even if it could help them help you. 

Right now, it just seemed like you’d given up and Steve didn’t like that because you never gave up. 

Steve walked after you, and captured your wrist before you could get away. Your face hardened, and tried to pull away, but Steve kept his grasp firm. 

“Stop doing that,” Steve told you, “Please. We want to help, I want to help, don’t let this creep Vecna guy just…torment you and take you away so easily.”

You shook your head, “Steve, it’s too dangerous, I’m next I know it, I know it.”

Steve exhaled sharply, hating that you’ve already actively accepted your fate rather than fighting and trying to find out with the rest of them on how to stop him. 

“Don’t talk like that,” he said, “We’re going to figure this out, okay? We’ve figured everything out in the past and this time is going to be no different.” 

“What’s different is that I’m a target this time, and it’s already been a day since Chrissy, and now Fred- I’m next and then it’ll be one of you and it’ll be because of me.” 

“You don’t know that!” Steve said, his voice getting a little harder, “We don’t even know why or how this wizard guy targets his victims-”

“I was around Chrissy, Steve! She told me about her nightmares and her- her headaches, and now she’s dead and now someone else is dead and-” 

“Hey!” Steve was pulling you toward him now, making you face him completely, “This isn’t helping anybody, especially yourself. You know more than us, probably something that we are missing. You have to trust us, trust me- because I am not going to let some…creepy weird dark wizard fucker take the girl that I love away from me.” 

You stared at Steve in silence, his words striking you right in the chest. 

“And they won’t either,” he gestured back to them, “No fucking way. No fucking way.” 

Steve was mad, not at you, but at Vecna, and you felt almost a wave of calm coming over you for the first time since that nosebleed of yours. You’d forgotten in your mute state that they were your friends, that they cared about you, Steve cared about you. They only wanted to help. You were going to speak, going to tell Steve that you were sorry, that you would help…

But then, a cold air hit you, and the sky above you was covered in gray clouds, submerging you in a gloomy, stormy kind of atmosphere. You didn’t understand at first, eyes flickering upward until you suddenly heard the familiar chime of the clock. 

Your heart dropped, and you looked back at Steve. Except it wasn’t Steve anymore, but this…monster. 

You shrieked at the sight of this thing, this unimaginable horror that looked like it was covered with burnmarks and the vines of the Upside Down you remembered seeing in the underground tunnels you helped the kids set fire to. 

“You’re going to get them killed,” the monster of your waking nightmares told you, “They’re going to die because of you.” 

You stumbled backward and away from him, dry heaves coming out of your lips as you tried to form any kind of words. Instead, you placed your hand over your ears and closed your eyes again, a new habit of yours you didn’t know you had in the face of true terror.

He was chuckling, clearly entertained by the torment he was causing you.

As fast as it came, it had passed and the world around you was bright and warm again, Vecna’s laughter fading away from you, and your face was being held by Steve’s hands. He was panting, eyes flickering all over your features. 

He looked distraught, his lips lightly quivering as he had to watch you go into yet another trance. The others were already running toward you, calling your name as well and asking what happened.

“What is he doing to you? Please tell me, so I can help you-” Steve practically begged you, but you were pulling away from him then and started to run. You didn’t know where you were running, or how far you’d get before them catching you, but it was all you could think of to do again. Just run, you thought, run as far away from them as possible. You run away and you keep them safe. You keep Dustin safe, you keep Steve safe, you keep them all safe. 

They were all calling after you, their voices desperate and scared. 

You thought you could still hear the chimes and the ticking, echoing all around you as you ran as fast as you could.

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Steve was trying to hold himself together, but the truth was he didn’t know what the hell to do. None of you really did. They of course had caught up to you after you ran, finding you sitting at the edge of the road. 

When they found you, you had said it would be any moment now, any second, and that if they didn’t want to see what happened to Chrissy and Fred happen to you, they should leave now. 

None of them did, and after many attempts, they finally got you to get into the car. 

You were under a strict watch now, whether you had liked it or not. Both Steve and Dustin had to be firm with you. 

You were lucky to have a genius for a little brother, sure he got on both yours and Steve’s nerves on occasion, but his mind was working quickly, and he was somehow able to keep moving forward in finding out more about Vecna and a possible cure for this curse of his. 

He was doing more than Steve, and he felt useless because you were the love of his life and felt that he should be able to do more than just helplessly watch you suffer. 

It was nighttime, and Steve had taken both you and Dustin to his place for the night. His parents were gone, per usual, and Dustin was sure to keep his radio on in case they needed the others for an emergency. 

Neither of them wanted to say what this code red could be, deciding to keep that to themselves.

Steve didn’t want to think about what this emergency could be. They were in his bedroom, you were in the bathroom, unlocked of course and being timed, and Dustin was going over the new information they had learned. 

“Think about it, they all went through the same thing, right? Nosebleeds, headaches, nightmares, everything, and everyone has had these…problems,” Dustin re-explained everything they had discovered together when they broke into Ms. Kelley’s office to Steve as he paced back and forth, eyes moving to the bathroom door every once in a while, “Chrissy, Fred…and…” 

Steve said your name, and Dustin nodded. 

“Yeah…there’s got to be something she’s not telling us, before all of this, maybe if she just told someone, anyone then we could at least weaken the curse, and then if this works than we can help Max too,” Dustin theorized as he made his way to the other side of the room again, and was sure to say her name a little quieter so you wouldn’t hear. 

They had opted to not tell you about Max’s vision because you seemed dead bent on it being your fault somehow, and the last thing you needed was more on your conscience. 

“So, is there anything she’s been weird about?” Dustin asked Steve now. He looked away in thought for a moment, but nothing fast was coming to mind.

“I…I don’t know,” Steve admitted, and Dustin scowled at him. 

“Jesus Christ Steve, she’s your girlfriend,” Dustin sneered, Steve’s face scrunched up and he replied, “You’re her brother. And how am I supposed to know something that she didn’t tell me? I can’t read minds, man. That’s…Vecma’s job apparently.” 

“Vecna,” Dustin corrected and Steve rolled his eyes because he’d been doing it all day, “I think it’s worth a try. I don’t think we have a lot of time here…” he closed his mouth, not wanting to think about how his sister could have the same fate as Chrissy and Fred. 

Steve sympathized with him greatly, because if he was scared then so was Dustin. He was just ironically very collected about it, nevermind the pacing of the room or how he was speaking all in one breath.

“Okay, so…we talk to her then,” Steve repeated and Dustin nodded.

“If we can get her to, which is why I’m asking you to get her to talk,” Dustin pointed at Steve after stopping in the middle of the room, “You said she almost talked to you right? Before she went under his spell.”

Steve nodded, “Yeah, there was something different in her eyes, and she was about to speak, but then…she was just gone.” 

Dustin snapped his fingers, “I think that proves my theory then! She was going to talk to you, open up to you, probably, and Vecna can’t have that…he can’t have her running back to us or letting us help her or else his spell gets weaker!” 

Steve crossed one arm and rested the other under his chin as he thought. It sounded incredibly plausible, and he met Dustin’s gaze once again, “I…I think it’s definitely worth a shot.” 

The door to the bathroom had opened then, and you emerged in one of Steve’s long sleeves, looking at both of them with suspicious eyes, especially when they both went quiet. 

“Okay well, Steve is going to be on the first watch, I’m going to go downstairs and find some food,” Dustin stated quickly to you. You didn’t say anything, and Dustin gave you and Steve a thumbs up before leaving. 

It was all up to Steve now, and he wasn’t going to let you keep quiet until Vecna got you. It wasn’t going to happen. 

✧ ✧ ✧

You were sitting on his bed, your back resting against the bedrest when Steve finally sat down in front of you. You didn’t look at him when he did, keeping your eyes to the wall opposite of you. It looked like you were probably admiring his trophies, but Steve knew better. You were a million miles away, but not in Vecna’s spell at least.

He didn’t know how to start it, how to even ask you, but he knew he had to. Something had happened, and he needed to make you tell him. 

“Did something happen…before all this that you never told me about?” Steve was asking you, you still didn’t look at him. Steve reached over and grabbed your hand gently, “I was talking to Dustin, and he thinks that it’s possible that Vecna targets those with some kind of…trauma, I guess?”

You shifted only slightly, and Steve rubbed his thumb on your knuckles, “Don’t tell him this because it’ll just rub his already big ego,” he rolled his eyes jokingly, for his new attempt to get you to talk was to be humorous, it always worked on you, but you didn’t smile or react at all, “…but he’s usually right about most things.” 

Steve honestly didn’t doubt it. The girl you became since you were first cursed was somebody completely different, somebody who was broken and afraid, so whatever this Vecna was using to manipulate and change you into this person must’ve been pretty horrific.

But you wouldn’t talk to him, and he now knew Vecna wasn’t letting you because of what happened in the trailer park. Like he relayed to Dustin, you were going to talk to him, going to tell him at least something, and immediately you were put into that trance. 

It pissed him off because he was keeping you away from him, and everyone else. He was isolating you, and it was working. You refused to speak, hell you even physically ran away.

“Whatever he is telling you, it isn’t true,” Steve had tried to say these words as firmly as he could, but his voice had cracked instantly when he continued, “There’s a reason this sadistic asshole is convincing you to run away from us, to keep quiet- and I’m sick of it. Talk to me, please, tell me what it is, just please try.” 

Tears slipped from his eyes then, ones that he didn’t notice at first.

You finally looked at him again, realizing then that Steve was crying. He hardly ever cried, but when he did, it always made you instantly upset too. The last time you’d seen him shed such tears like this was when he learned he didn’t get into any colleges and his dad practically called him stupid and almost disowned him. 

Knowing that it was you Steve was crying over, that it was you causing such emotions made you feel shameful. You reached out suddenly, resting your hand over his. Steve was right, you knew he was, and it was time to stop letting Vecna scare you. You had to say something.

“It…it happened when we were taken by the Russian guards under Starcourt,” you suddenly said, making Steve’s eyes lift up at you. They were wet with tears, “Remember how you were marked up but me and Robin weren’t?” 

He nodded once at you, and sucked in a shaky breath before saying, “It was because they were using you against us, specifically me. If I didn’t speak, they’d beat you more, torture you…and I…I didn’t say anything even though I wanted to so bad just to stop hearing them hurt you.” 

Your own eyes were welling up with tears now too at the horrid memory, “I wasn’t going to give away Dustin or Erika, or anyone, and they knew that, so they had taken it a step forward and-” 

Your voice was quivering again, but you knew you had to tell him. 

“They made it seem like they killed you,” you eyes flashed with the memory of the room they forced you into, claiming it was the room Steve had been kept in, the room that Vecna forced you to step into again in your first vision, “I don’t know whose blood it was, it probably wasn’t even human, but I…I thought you were dead because of me.” 

Tears slipped from your eyes as you finally told him what he wanted to know, “I know they lied, but in the hour they left me in there, it wasn’t a lie. It was real, and I-” 

Steve was pulling you into his arms before you knew it. 

You started to cry too, letting apologies slip from your lips for not telling him and letting Vecna use it against you. You felt weak and pitiful, and he knew how to make that feeling worse until you were too scared to be around everyone.

“I’m okay,” he reassured you, “And I’m going to be okay, nobody can take me away from you so easily- I would fight till the ends of the earth to get back to you…I love you way too much.”

You were nodding, understanding that now because the past week Vecna had taken that understanding from you. You sniffled and told him that you loved him too.

You and Steve stayed in each other’s arms for a while until he moved away from you and said, “Can I give you something?”

You looked up at him, blinking away a few years and asked, “What…what is it?”

“It’s an early anniversary gift,” Steve said as he dug through his drawer. You found yourself smiling at the idea of him hiding it, especially when it was about 2 months before your actual anniversary of being together for two years, “I think…I don’t know maybe it will help…show you how much I love you…”

“Steve, I don’t go into your drawers, you didn’t have to hide it like that,” you said, but still peaked over as far as you could to see what it was as you wiped away your tears. Honestly, you thought maybe it was some piece of jewelry because a sock drawer is usually where those are hidden. 

“It’s exactly why I put it here,” he said following a sniffle before he snapped his fingers and said, “Here it is!” He held up a mixtape, and you tilted your head curiously at it. 

“You made a mixtape?” you asked, a smile growing on your lips once again. Steve nodded, then cringed. 

“Honestly, Dustin had to help out…you can imagine how that went,” he said as he shook his head at the memory. 

“Oh god, the story of my life. You ask him one simple question and he does everything but call you stupid to your face. Sometimes he does.”

“Oh my god, yeah, your brother’s a good kid, but wow,” Steve agreed. This time, you laughed, and at the sound of your laughter Steve’s features grew soft and warm. Your laugh was definitely something you both needed to hear, “Want to listen?”

 “Yes,” you said, “Put it on!”

Steve practically pranced to his stereo as he said, “They’re all your favorite songs, some songs that make me think about you, and some I think you’ll just like.” You hugged your knees to your chest, smiling warmly at Steve. 

At the moment, it felt like Vecna was far behind you and after having talked to Steve and shed tears with him, it felt like this massive weight had come off your shoulders. It was possible that talking was the key to ridding yourself of his curse, or at least making Vecna’s hold on you and his other victims weaker like Dustin thought.

For the first time in a long time, you felt calm, you felt more alive. And it was very obvious, especially to Steve. 

It was why you both had let your guard down, even if just for tonight. He inserted the tape, and adjusted the volume. 

Music began to blast through the speakers, and Steve nodded with content. He had listened to it over and over again, knowing the exact order each song was in. He stood up straight now, and turned to look at you. 

You were staring right at him, your lips in that wide smile despite the tears that stained both of your faces. He was going to walk over to you, but you were already moving to stand. You walked over to him, and wrapped your arms around him in a warm and tender embrace. 

Steve pulled you toward him tightly, resting his chin on the top of your head. 

“We’re going to figure this out.” 

He seemed to be saying this more and more often, but after talking to him and seeing how life seemed to return to you, he was sure he was right now and that you had a chance of surviving Vecna. If they can save you, then they can also save Max and find Vecna and destroy him like they’ve defeated so many things in the past.

“I love you,” he said again breathlessly, “And I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

It was everything he needed you to hear and more, but…you were gone before he even uttered those words to you.

The music that played had suddenly begun to cut out, going in and out of silence in short cracks of electricity. Steve turned from you to look at it, eyes narrowing curiously for his stereo hardly did that. 

Then, the lights began to flicker as well. He looked up at the flickering light, eyes squinting as it disoriented him for a second. 

Realization dawned on him a few seconds too late, and he noticed you were no longer hugging him and instead had gone rigid in his arms. His eyes snapped back to you, and he let out a panicked breath as he saw your expression for the third time in only a day. His heart sank.

His hands moved to your shoulders, shouting your name even though he knew it was futile. You were in Vecna’s trance again, talking didn’t work.

“Steve! Steve, where did you go!” 

Your words were echoing in your own ears. You were in the room alone now, Steve nowhere in sight. You ran toward the door, grasping the doorknob and trying to pull it open. It wouldn’t budge, as if someone was holding it on the other side, keeping you from leaving the room. 

“Steve!” you shouted again, now grasping the doorknob with both hands and beginning to shake and pull at it. Panic rose in your chest and bubbled up your throat the longer it didn’t budge, “Help! Steve! Help!” 

You were shouting at the top of your lungs, now letting go of it and banging aggressively on the wooden door, and throwing your body against it in an attempt to break it down. 

Back in reality, Steve was desperately shaking you, the tears he had shed coming back full force. Dustin was bursting through the door a few seconds later. 

“Shit, shit, shit, shit-” Dustin was saying over and over again when he saw your rigid body in Steve’s arms, “It didn’t work?! It didn’t fucking work!? Steve!?” 

Steve was shaking his head, “I thought- fuck! She was better, she was-” His voice cracked from the tight knot in his throat. Dustin put his hands on his head, entering a full panic as he thought about anything else, literally anything else to save his older sister. 

“Help! Please! Somebody!” you slammed your body against the door one again, and this time it had opened. You fell through it, and fell to the cold, tiled ground. There was also something wet staining your hands and your knees. You couldn’t see though in the darkness, but you could smell. 

It was a strong metallic, coppery smell…a scent you could never forget. 

“No…” you stated as you realized what was happening and made yourself stand. Vecna had put you in that god forsaken room again.

The clock chimed, sending you into nothing but defeat and dread once you heard it. Like Dustin and Steve had thought…it didn’t work. You were here still, you were still in Vecna’s grasp. Fresh tears spilled from your eyes, and mewls slipped past your lips. 

“Did you think it would be that easy?” Vecna’s deep tremble of his voice shook through you, “I wouldn’t let you escape so easily, not when your time was so near.” 

The lights flickered on joining with a dramatic buzzing noise, and your worst fears were proven and more. Your hands were covered in blood that was not yours and when you looked down and past your hands, you saw something that wasn’t in the room before.

It was Steve. His head was turned to the side and his eyes were open and unblinking. You couldn’t even scream, only releasing panicked, dry breaths as you were sent into a full blown panic attack. Your bloody hands shook, and your skin suddenly became below freezing.

You reached out to touch Steve, beginning to shake your head. It wasn’t possible, this never happened. You escaped Starcourt with him, with Robin, Dustin, and Erica. This never happened. Steve was alive, dammit, he was alive.

“This-this isn’t real! This didn’t happen!” You shouted into the lights above you, “This isn’t real-”

“Oh, but it will happen.”

“What do you want!” you screamed at him into the darkness, angry and afraid. The lights flickered again, and you now found yourself in a long hallway, similar to the one you and the Scoops Troop had to walk down in the Russian Facility. Blood still stained the walls, and Steve’s body was gone. In the distance the lights were flickering off as Vecna was stalking toward you with darkness following behind him. The claws of his left hand twitching and moving with every step. 

“I want you to join me.”

You shot up and stepped backwards until your back pressed against a hard wall as you let out quiet whimpers. 

“What do we do!” Steve called to Dustin, his hands now touching your face.

“I’m thinking!” Dustin shouted back, trying not to cry himself. His eyes moved around the room frantically until his eyes fell upon the stereo that was still cutting in and out of music. His eyes widened as he got an idea, “Will! Will! Do you remember when he was possessed by the Mind Flayer and they- shit nevermind- do you have a battery operated stereo or something?” 

Steve yelled at him that it was in his closet. Dustin ran over to it while he yelled, “We have to talk to her, maybe it can get her out- that’s how they communicated with Will and playing that song he likes-” 

Dustin was in Steve’s closet now, eyes searching for the boombox. Steve heard Dustin and remembered exactly what he was talking about. His eyes flashed to his stereo, knowing that they’d need the mixtape that was still in it. 

“The tape we made Dustin, the tape! It’s in there!” Steve said, looking back at you, “Track 3, track 3 !”

Dustin had found it on one the top shelves, tossing boxes of shoes out of the way and grabbing it. He shouted at Steve that he needed to start talking to you, that he needed to tell you fond memories or something like that because it just might get through to you. 

And Steve did, his voice breathless and panicked as he started to tell you about the first time he saw you at Hawkins High. He didn’t know how he never noticed you before because he knew all of the cheerleaders of Hawkins pretty well, but you- you were new. He told you about how he asked everyone about you, learning your name, anything that could get him closer to you.

Seemingly unstoppable tears flowed from your eyes as Vecna got closer and closer to you. You pressed yourself further into the wall, and wanted to turn your head but found that you couldn’t. 

“Don’t cry for them,” Vecna told you, now only a few feet from reaching you, “They will be joining you and the others very soon, starting with the boy you love.” 

You were trembling in your spot, Vecna now standing before you. You were trying to speak, but no words were coming out, especially when he lifted his left hand up, those sharp, long claws bigger than your own face.

You stared up at Vecna, and whimpered slowly when he began to move his hand closer to you, “It is time.”

It was like he was grasping your mind, an intense wave of pain and fear washing over you like the waves of the ocean during a storm. You couldn’t move. There was no escape, this time Vecna wasn’t going to let you go. It was time for you to join him. 

“Dustin! Hurry up-” Steve's words were cut off when he felt you move in arms. His eyes flashed back toward you, and he watched as your body began to levitate into the air. 

“SHIT,” Dustin shouted as he finally inserted the mixtape into the boombox and began to move it to track 3 like Steve said. The song that began to play made Dustin pause momentarily, and even he knew how much you liked this song. 

‘I’ve got a dream about an angel on the beach…and the perfect waves are starting to come…

…his hair is flying out in ribbons of gold and his touch has got the power to stun…’

The tips of Vecna’s claws were almost touching your face, but he had suddenly stopped when the lyrics of the song echoed behind him.

The grip Vecna had on your mind faltered as you recognized the Fire Inc. song Ellen Aim performs at the end of Streets of Fire. Your eyes moved past Vecna toward the source of the song, and fell onto what looked like a tear in this world Vecna had created in your head. 

You saw yourself in Steve’s room, your body levitating into the air, and Steve and Dustin. Steve was saying something to you. Your eyes narrowed slightly, trying to listen to what he was saying over the music.

‘But I don’t see any Angels in the city, I don’t hear any holy choirs sing… And if I can't get an Angel. I can still get a boy. And the boy will be the next best thing, the next best thing to an Angel.’

Steve’s voice began to break through as well. It was faint, but you could still hear and understand what he was saying. He was talking to you about your first date, and how you went to the drive-in to watch a whole other movie, but ended up watching this one. You didn’t even remember what the first movie was. 

Memories flooded through you, flashing through your mind quickly. You saw Steve on this first date, felt his hand take yours, and felt his lips meet yours for the first time. You never kissed on the first date, and he was the first and only exception. 

You saw Steve’s flushed face when he had climbed out of the pool following a swim race, and his eyes had lit up when he saw you there in your cheer uniform and pom poms cheering his name. You were the only cheerleader there. He had laughed and winked at you while you had blown a kiss. 

“They can’t help you,” Vecna told you, making your eyes shift back to him, “You belong here, with me, with Chrissy…” 

His hands began to inch closer, the tips of his claws barely touching your skin. 

Steve helplessly watched as your body slammed flat against the ceiling, and his first move was to grab Dustin and pull him against him, making him face away from the sight. Because of what Eddie had said about what happened to Chrissy, they knew what was going to happen next. 

“Her bones- they just snapped, and her eyes…it was like something was inside and-” Eddie had said in that boathouse the day before when you got your first vision.

He didn’t want Dustin to see that, especially not when it was his older sister. If he couldn’t protect you, he could at least shield Dustin and protect him. 

‘I’ve got a dream when the darkness is over….We’ll be lying in the rays of the sun.’ 

Ellen aim’s lyrics got to you again and you heard Dustin’s sobbing, your eyes moved past Vecna’s again to see your little brother in Steve’s arms, Steve shielding him from your body that was now pressed against the ceiling. 

More memories flashed in your mind. You saw the kids throwing popcorn at you and Steve at the movie theater during a matinee reshowing of Jaws, and heard Dustin say, “Are you seriously sucking face when someone is getting killed by a shark?”

You could hear their giggling from behind you, and a couple of gags that made you throw the popcorn back at them, but missing. 

‘But it’s only a dream and tonight is for real, you’ll never know what it means, but you'll know how it feels.’

You saw Robin forcing you to watch movies you never thought of watching before, you saw her laughing, and saw both her and Stevea arguing in their ridiculous Scoops Ahoy uniforms. 

You saw Steve running toward you after Starcourt, his face bruised up, yet he was still smiling and kissing you, happy that you were okay and you were alive. 

‘It’s gonna be over before you know it’s begun, it’s all we really got tonight…’

“N-No,” you said to Vecna suddenly, he stopped before he could sink his claws into the skin of your face, “No!” You found the strength to reach up with both hands and grasp the wet, sticky vines that collected around his collarbone and neck. You grasped and pulled, the tendrils squishing between your nails and fingers before you screamed and pulled it off with incredible strength. 

Vecna released you with a groan of pain, and you ducked underneath him, and raced toward them. You were a long way from running away from them at the trailer park, now running as fast as you could toward the end of this hall, back to your reality, back to your life, back to Dustin and back to Steve. 

You didn’t look back, Ellen Aim’s singing and Steve and Dustin’s calls to you blasting your ears, drowning out Vecna calling your name. 

‘Say a prayer in the darkness for the magic to come’

Ellen Aim sang as you inched closer and closer to your world. 

‘No matter what it seems tonight is what it means to be young…’Your feet echoed with every step you took, your heart beating out of your chest as you ran and you ran and you ran, toward the music, toward your home.

“We have to help her, Steve, we can’t let him take her,” Dustin was crying, his words muffled against Steve’s shirt. Steve was shaking, and didn’t know what to say, and even if he did he couldn’t speak anyways. 

He was too distraught, shedding more tears than he’s ever shed before. He was going to lose you, he failed you, Vecna got to you before any of them could figure out how to stop him. He held Dustin against him tighter, and shut his eyes. 

“Just don’t look, Dustin, don’t look,” Steve even tried to cover his ears with his arms, hellbent on making sure Dustin doesn’t see or hear anything, “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry we couldn’t save you…” 

He clenched his teeth, the thought of Vecna being responsible sending a rage throughout him. His eyes were forced open, and profanities were falling from his lips all targeted toward Vecna. He didn’t know if he could hear him, but he wanted him to know that they were going to fuck him up for what he’s done, for who he’s done it to.

That was when you came back. 

Your eyes were suddenly back to normal, and Steve caught it the exact moment because a loud gasp for air escaped from you. Steve moved Dustin aside, practically throwing him on his bed, and stepping under you just as you became unstuck from the ceiling and fell.

Steve fell on the floor with you right on top of him, hyperventilating and gasping for air as you felt like you ran miles and miles to get back here. Your eyes frantically looked around you, becoming hyper aware of everything around you, but knowing that you were back here, you escaped.

It didn’t seem real at first, Steve’s soft calling of your name that wasn’t echoing and rather in real time.

Your fists closed around Steve’s shirt as you met his gaze, they were puffy and red and full of the greatest relief in the world. You pressed your forehead against his, and whispered to him that you were okay.

“I heard you, I heard you both and the song,” you said between your fast breaths, your voice trembling and still cracking, “I saw-” Your words were becoming less coherent as you broke down in Steve’s arms.

Steve sat you up then, keeping you in his lap and holding you against him. 

“It’s okay, you’re back, you don’t have to talk, not right now,” he told you quietly, his own voice matching yours. 

Dustin had watched in disbelief that you were okay, thinking that maybe it wasn’t even real, but when he heard you speak and Steve respond, he was off of the bed and on the floor next to you Steve. Tears of relief spilled from his eyes, and he wrapped his arms around you as well. 

Steve would ask you how you exactly got out, about what you had seen, about everything, but right now, he was beyond relieved that you were back, that you didn’t end up like Chrissy or Fred, that you finally fought back.

Y/n: I can’t believe we’re stuck in this room together

 Eddie, throwing the key out the window: Truly unfortunate

no thoughts just eddie in his lil bandana.

Hi-yo! Hope you don't mind, but could you make a romantic Steve Harrington x reader? Like uh, when Steve gets pulled in the water gate, reader spends no time in jumping in after him and saving him? Maybe taking care of his wounds after they're out? The last bit is totally optional! Have a great week!

the dive

wc: 3.5k

warnings: blood, yelling, injuries, mild language, angst, pure stress, weird bat things, steve being a dad & major szn 4 spoilers!!!

pairing: steve harrington x reader

a/n: fyi, i love nancy but she just doesn't exist in this scenario. reader essentially replaces her!! also i hope you have a great week as well :)

“dustin! can you slow down? dustin?!” eddie yells at the kid who’s flying through the brush of the forest. the haywire compass has lead everyone to lovers lake. 

“you gotta be shitting me…” steve breathes out in disbelief, “yeah.” you agree as you stare out at the vast inky water. 

the group behind you mumbles about dustin’s theory about a gate in the water. wherever someone dies, a gate opens- and you have a feeling it’s correct. 

you bend down near the water, it’s as still as the night as you watch it hit the muddy shore gently. 

“hey! come on. we found a boat!” eddie calls for you, gesturing with his hand for you to move.

you look over at the group, seeing steve and eddie holding onto the edge of the boat as robin steps inside of it. a defeated sigh puffs from your lips, knowing you’re gonna somehow get stuck on it with all of them.

next is eddie, who clambers on then holds his hand out for you to take. 

“come on.” eddie makes a come here motion with his four fingers. 

“do i really have to?” you whine.

steve’s behind you still holding onto the boat so it doesn’t float away without you two. he releases one hand to tap the back of your clothed thigh, “come on.” steve urges you to move. 

you slap your hand down into eddie’s and he pulls you into the rocky boat, but not without a little squeal leaving your lips. “thanks.” you mumble as you plop down in the back of the boat.

dustin goes to get on, but munson quickly shuts him down, “hey, hey, hey. you trying to sink us? this thing holds three people tops, okay?” 

dustin’s face falls with anger, “it’s my goddamn theory.”

“compass.” eddie’s hand reaches out. dustin’s shoulders rise and fall in defeat as he internally throws a tantrum. he slams it down into his hand with a puff of angry breath. 

“here.” steve throws a heavy backpack at dustin and hits him right in the face, “ow.”

steve kicks off with his foot, causing the boat to soar in the water, then plops next to you. “you said three!” dustin yells. 

“sorry.” steve whispers with a shrug and sympathetic look. 

“bedtime at nine, kiddos!” robin screams which dustin returns with flipping the whole boat off. 

“miss you already!” you add, which causes eddie and robin to snicker. they continue to row down the middle of the lake, the compass now in your hands. 

“wait, slow down guys.” you say to them, the compass needle now spinning crazily in your hand. 

steve leans over your shoulder to look at it, slightly leaning into your body. you can’t help but feel your breath get caught in his throat from his close proximity. 

“guy, what’s going on?” dustin’s voice crackles through the radio.

“uh… dustin your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital aaah!” robin speaks into the walkie talkie. 

steve begins to pull his shoes and socks off, making everyone’s eyes shoot towards him. 

“steve, what are you doing?” concern is laced in the tone of your voice. 

“well, somebody’s gotta go down and check this out.” 

your hand flies to his arm, gripping his bicep with eyes wide, silently pleading him to not go. he starts listing off how he’s the only one who meets the requirements to go; how he was the co-captain of the swim team and a certified life guard for three years. 

“it’s gotta be me no complaints all right?” he looks around, catching your eyes then looking away with a deep breath.

“hey, i’m not complaining. i do not wanna go down there.” eddie almost says with humor laced in his voice.

eddie empties a grocery bag into the bottom of the boat and wraps a flashlight in the plastic. 

steve stands up to pull his shirt off, the boat rocks slightly on the dark water. you can’t help but look up, his back muscles are right in your face. so close, you could reach out and touch them. 

“hold onto this?” steve looks back at you, pulling you out of the trance, “yeah, yeah of course.”

eddie hands him the flashlight as he tosses his yellow shirt onto your lap. “good luck.” eddie mumbles as he holds his cigarette between his lips. 

harrington rolls his shoulders in preparation to jump into the lake, “steve?” he looks back at you when he hears your voice, “be careful.” 

he gives you a sweet smile and a nod before diving into the water. you crawl to the edge of the boat, watching the ray of his flashlight become dimmer and dimmer as he goes deeper. 

“breathe, y/n. your lover boy will be fine.” eddie comments.

“he’s not my lover boy, munson.” you grumble after you release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“whatever you say.” he mumbles as he attempts to light the cancerous stick in his mouth. 

“gross.” robin yanks it away and throws it in the water at the bottom of the boat. it goes out with a sizzle.

your leg jumps tirelessly up and down, causing a slight vibration to be sent through the boat, “can you relax? we’re all nervous and you’re just making it worse.” 

robin hits eddie’s arm, “cut her some slack. the love of her life just dived into the abyss.”

“love of my life? really?” you scoff in annoyance. 

“i see the way you both look at each other. it’s so obvious.” she laughs along with eddie. you just ignore their torment. 

of course you’ve had the biggest crush on king steve since freshman year. then when you somehow got tied up with eleven and her superpowers and the dimensional monster bullshit, you fell in love with him. the babysitter, the hero. 

“closing in at a minute.” you mumble as you glance down at the watch wrapped around your wrist.

bubbles popping at the surface catch your attention then a very soaked steve emerges with a loud gasp. 

“oh christ!” eddie yelps. 

“i found it!” he exclaims as he swims toward the boat, gripping the edge. “you found it?!” you blurt out in unison with robin. 

“i found it… yeah- i found it.” he pants softly, obviously out of breath as he holds onto the side. 

“dustin, you are goddamn einstein. steve found the gate.” robin speaks into the walkie-talkie, but receives no response from the other side. 

“it’s pretty wild. it’s more of a snack sized gate then the mama gate, but still it’s pretty damn big.” he breathes heavily with a triumphant smile. 

you go to respond but his body gets jerked underneath the water again. you, robin and eddie clamor towards the side in a panic.

everything happens too quickly. 

steve surfaces for one moment, pulling himself up against the side of the boat. he looks at you guys with a concerned look before he’s pulled under again. you scream his name loudly as your hand reaches in the water in attempt to grab him, but he’s gone. 

“steve!” robin screams.

“what the hell was that, man?” 

it takes you two seconds to decide your next move. you stand up in the boat, looking down at the bubbles popping on the surface. 

“wait wait wait! you’re not going in there are you?” eddie grabs your wrist. you look back at him, seeing his eyes full of fear for you and his friend.

“i have to.” you pull away from him, not wasting any more time before diving in after steve. 

the water is cold, sending a shock down your spine. the lake water bites at your eyes when you open them, but need to see where he could have gone. you can’t lose him. 

you swim as fast as you ever had. your muscles ache as you tread through the water, even with the fear coursing through your body you continue down.

a bright red hue catches your eye, it must be the gate. as the dirt settles in front of you, your eyes widen at the sight it reveals. 

a deep slit is cut into the earths core, it almost seems as if it’s pulsating. fish carcasses litter the floor around it as if something discarded them from the inside of it.

your hand experimentally reaches to touch the entrance and it seems as if it’s suctioning you in. a muffled scream leaves your lips as your wrist is engulfed by the little tentacles. it pulls you through its gooey weaved appendages. 

you continue to scream until air hits your face. your lungs expand as you take in a sharp breath. your eyes shoot open to take in the new world around you. 

you’re sitting on the parched ground where the lake would be, but it’s shriveled up into nothing. black slithering vines cover the ground, the sky flashes red and thunder booms above you. 

the air feels thick in your lungs from the debris floating around you. suddenly you see steve standing up from behind a large pile of the inky vines. “oh my god.” you whisper to yourself.

“steve!” you scream, voice echoing as you scramble to your feet to sprint toward him. you can feel your feet sliding from underneath you from the muck, but you pick yourself back up and continue racing towards him. 

his head snaps towards you, his face drops as if his eyes are deceiving him, “oh my god! steve!” you scream again as your body collides with his. 

his dirt covered arms instantly wrap around your body, your damp clothes sticking to his skin. your hand cups the back of his head, holding him against you. 

“what the hell. i thought you died. oh my god. are you okay?” you pull back to look at him, your hands touching his face to make sure he’s really there. 

“i mean- my back got pretty scratched up when i got dragged in here… i just can’t believe you came after me that fast. my god.” he laughs in disbelief. 

“i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you.” 

steve’s eyes light up from your words, a smile growing on his face. he goes to respond, but a loud screech in the sky takes away from your moment.  

a bat like creature is barreling towards you both. then another snarl sounds from the sky on the other side, and another… and another. 

“oh shit.” he mutters as he pushes you behind him for cover. 

your eyes dart around for a weapon, spotting a beach ridden boat full of vines and oars sticking out. you pull away from behind steve, dodging the swooping attack from creature and grabbing the wooden object. you bring your knee up to crack the oar in half, splintering it so it was sharp on one side.

you throw steve one of the halves, which was perfect timing. he swings and hits one of the creatures perfectly with a grunt. it hits the ground but lifts off to fly again. 

“watch out!” he shouts at you. 

your head whips towards the incoming attack, hitting it straight on with your weapon. “fuck!” he screeches as another one takes the opportunity to latch onto his side. it’s long tail wraps itself around his throat in attempt to disarm him.

you drop your weapon to run up to him, ripping the thing off with a loud squelch. it’s loud screech makes your ears ring, numerous teeth chomping down on the air until it catches your wrist, “ow! fuck! shit!“

you throw it to the ground, “you. little. fucker!” stomping on it with your foot repeatedly before looking away to find your next attacker. 

“that was badass.” steve comments with a sly smirk which makes you laugh until you notice his side. you see nothing but blood seeping out of him, “are you okay?”

“i’ll be fine. i hope. are you?” he notices the blood dripping down your arm and off of your fingers. the crimson color staining the ground. 

another monster comes swooping behind you, “duck!” steve yelps, making you fall to the ground. he holds the splintered oar like a bat and slams it into the side of the creatures head. 

it completely pierced right through its body, causing it to fall to the ground. “holy shit.” you whisper, now sitting on the ground looking up at steve. 

“come on. get up, get up! there’s more coming.” steve’s voice is panicked as he ushers you off the ground by helping you up. 

“we need to get out of here.” you mumble, each other’s backs pressed against each other as you slowly spin to take in the amount of them in the sky barreling towards you. 

“guys!” robin and eddie scream as they run. relief washes over you both, “oh my god they really came after us.”

you grab another oar from underneath a vine, grunting as you rip it out from its grip. you crack that one in half as well and throw the pieces towards them. 

“come on! we have to go!” you run towards one of the incoming bats, hitting it like a baseball. as you go to walk towards the gate, the creatures fly down to guard it. “all right. there’s not that many. we can take them.” steve’s chest continues to rise and fall. 

a large flock of these creatures are circling above, screeching and snarling. “you were saying?” robin comments. the sight makes your blood run cold and fear strike your nerves.

all of you make a beeline towards the shore, right where dustin, lucas, and max would be if you weren’t stuck in the upside down right now. 

you continue to swing at the bats but somehow one finds it away by attaching to your back. you scream as it’s nails dig into your skin, his teeth savagely bite at your hair in attempt to hurt you. 

“get it off me! get it off!“ you bend over and attempt to shake it off. 

eddie grunts as he hits the thing on your back with a loud smack, it whimpers as it flies away towards the lightning. 

“christ. are you okay?” steve pants as his hands grab your shoulders to look at your face. 

“we need to go right fucking now! right now!” eddie panics as continues to run with robin towards the forest. 

steve intertwines his fingers with yours to pull you away, sprinting towards the trees. you all run up the hill into the brush towards skull rock, sliding into the hiding spot underneath. 

the creatures sounds mix with the thunder clapping eerily above. all four of you huddle against the side of the rock, shivering from the chilly air and the adrenaline in your veins. 

“please go away. please go away. please go away.” you mumble to yourself, keeping your eyes squeezed shut. 

your uninjured arm nurses your wounded one, holding it as you feel the wetness of your own blood soaking into the fabric of your top. 

the sound of the monsters chatter fades away as they give up their search. “oh okay. that was close.” robin says as she slowly climbs out of the hiding spot to make sure the coast is clear. 

“yeah. too close.” eddie adds as he follows her. 

you stand up, leaning against the rock for support as you look up at the sky that flashes red. 

“oh sh…shit..” steve slurs his speech as he stumbles into the rock in front of you. “oh god steve! are you okay?” you scramble over to him, looking over his body. 

“i’m fine. i’m fine.” his voice croaks out in pain.

“no, no. no you’re not. don’t tell me you’re fine. you’re losing a lot of blood.” he turns his body to lean his back against the rock. 

“so are you.” he chuckles and gestures towards your arm. 

“it’s nothing. let me help you.” you begin to rip at the flannel you’re wearing, making a makeshift bandage for the time being. you ignore the pain thumping in your wrist as you continue to rip at the fabric so it’s long enough for steve.

robin comes up from behind you both, rambling about rabies and how if steve wants to punch her it’s a symptom. 

“robin. i kinda wanna punch you.” steve breathes out heavily. 

“your sense of humor is still intact. that’s a good sign.” she laughs softly, mostly in fear. 

“this is gonna hurt. i’m so sorry.” your eyes look up at him with sympathy. 

“just do it.” he leans forward a bit so you can wrap it around his waist. he hisses from the contact, a soft pitiful whine bubbles past his lips. he runs his hands through his damp hair as he breathes heavily.

the sound hurts your heart, “i’m so sorry.” you whisper softly, tucking the strands into the top to secure it. 

steve’s hand gently grips your wrist that’s hurt, turning it over to look at the puncture marks. “take off your jacket. let me help you.”

he slowly falls to his knees and pulls you down along with him. he helps you out of your flannel, using the rest of his strength to rip another long strip of fabric off of it. 

“hold onto me, okay?” your free hand grips his thigh as he wraps your wound. “jesus christ!” your eyes blow wide as you look down at your arm and back up at steve. 

“you make it look so easy! how?!” you sigh in relief when he pulls away from your arm. “let me see your neck.” he gestures with his head for you to turn to the side. his fingers gently touch your jaw to guide your head to the side to examine you.

once he’s done cleaning up the wounds on your back, he looks up at you. his has a look in his eye you've only seen with him looking at nancy with.

“harrington?” you question, your hands now resting on both of his thighs.

“even covered in blood and dirt, you’re still beautiful.” he mumbles with a smile, which takes you by surprise. 

“steve…” you breathe out. 

“i’m sorry. i just thought i’d tell you since we’re both kind of on our death bed.” he jokes with a small nervous laugh. 

you know this isn’t the time or place to spark a new found romance with your childhood crush- but you can’t help but want to kiss him. inter-dimensional goo and all. 

“i really want to kiss you.” you whisper into the air between your faces that are somehow growing closer; as if a magnet is pulling them closer. 

one of steve’s hands lifts to cup your jaw, his finger softly swipes across the angled bone as he pulls you closer. it seems like every one of your nerve ending is exploding with fireworks.

“then kiss me.” his breath is now hitting your lips, so close, if you moved the wrong way your lips would brush against each other’s. 

you finally close the gap, your arms moving to loop around his neck. his lips move against yours expertly, as if he’s been kissing you for eternity. if it was a movie, ‘space age love song’ by a flock of seagulls would play in the background because it was that perfect. 

when you pull away, his eyes flutter open to look at you in the most obscene way. it makes your stomach flutter even more if that was humanely possible. 

slow clapping sounds from beside you, “finally! we were worried we’d have to deal with your sexual tension the whole time we’re stuck in here together!” ed throws his head back with an over-exaggerated cackle. 

“seriously. i’m sooooo happy for you guys, but we should try to find a way out of here.” robin says with a big grin and a laugh. 

steve nods in agreement, the biggest sheepish smile on his stupid, pretty little face. all because of you. 

“yeah, let’s get out of here. we need to get you all stitched up, harrington.” you stand up and outstretch a hand for him to take. he slides his into yours and you help pull him up from the ground. 

“my house is close by. we can hang out there for a little, yeah?” you suggest to the group who nods in agreement. eddie hands steve his denim vest for his ‘modesty’ which is quite funny.

steve hangs on you, keeping you against his side as you walk through the forest. whether it’s because he wants you close, or he needs something to lean on. you don’t care, you soak up every little touch.

his hand rubs circles on your upper arm soothingly, and he checks in on you constantly. you continue to keep an eye on his side to make sure he’s not bleeding out. 

“we’re almost there.“ you reassure him. 

younger you would have never guessed your first kiss with steve harrington would be in the upside down. it was grimy and nothing like you imagined, but it was perfect and beautiful in every way. 

deep down, throughout all of steve’s relationships he always kept an eye on you. obviously, he was loyal to his current girlfriends, but when you joined the little demogorgon hunting party with nancy and jonathan- he was excited to get to know you finally. 

all he’s thinking about is being able to kiss you again with no pain in his side, no annoying sidekicks and no upside down.

I always had this dream that I’d have this really, really big family.