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it was so good omg I love it sm❤️❤️❤️
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I’m ready for the last part and once again thanks sm for putting up with my technical difficulties💕💕
No problem! I hope you like the last part!
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 It had been a few weeks fromthat night, and nothing had changed. Other than the fact that Eleven was back,Max was officially “part of the group”, Billy hit on you slightly less thanusual, and your nightmares were worse than ever before. But this time youdidn’t have Steve to get you through them.
You and Steve were still bestfriends, nothing had changed there. You were still inseparable. He was alwaysat your house, at your locker, driving you home, etc. But you just couldn’tbring yourself to pick up that phone and call him anymore after he had kissedyou. At school was fine, but at night, when you were alone in your bed, youcouldn’t bear to have him hold you and whisper in your ear and fall asleep nextto you, knowing that nothing would ever happen between the two of you becausehe was so appalled by kissing you he would apologize for doing it. And youdefinitely didn’t have the will to tell him that most of the time yournightmares were about losing him.
So, you told him thenightmares had stopped. And whenever he asked why you had black rings underyour eyes or hadn’t slept the night before, you lied.
That day was the middle schooldance, which you were volunteering at for your brother. Hence, you needed aquick ride home, and Steve was the man for the job.
As you climbed in the car, yousmiled at him, throwing your backpack to the floor. “Hey, beautiful,” he saidwith a smile.
“Hey, Mediocrity At Its Best,”you grinned. “You bringing my brother and I to the dance tonight?”
“You know it.”
“Great,” you smiled at him. Itwas just a small smile, but he lit up inside, knowing that that flash of whiteteeth and the happiness on your face had been caused by him. God, he was introuble.
You yawned, only thenrealizing the full extent of your exhaustion and the toll that going three dayswithout any sleep was taking on you. “Hey, Steve, do you mind if I nap the wayhome? I’m so tired.”
“Yeah, go for it. Get in asmuch rest as you can. You know Dustin and the rest of them’ll be so hyper afterthe dance neither of us are gonna get to sleep tonight.”
You laughed a little. “Yeah,you’re right. Alright, ‘night Steve.”
He laughed, too. “Night, Y/N.”
As you closed your eyes, youalmost immediately sunk into a deep sleep. And, with deep sleep, came thehorrible nightmares you had been avoiding for days.
You hadn’t realized it, butafter only a few minutes, you had started thrashing around, whimpering andcrying out in your sleep. Steve was trying to push through, to not mess withyou and to just let you sleep and get you home, but when you screamed out hisname in terror he pulled the car to the side of the road as quickly as possibleand grabbed your hand.
“Y/N! Y/N, please, please,wake up,” he said, emotion filling his voice.
Your eyes flew open and youpanted heavily, the tears racing down your face quickly and without control.You wiped at them frantically, your breaths getting heavier and more ragged bythe second.
“Hey, hey,” Steve saidquietly, reaching his arms around you in an embrace. “It’s okay.” He strokedyour hair as you cried into his shoulder for a moment, only letting go of youwhen you suddenly pulled away and wiped at your tears quickly.
“I thought the nightmares wentaway. What—what happened?”
Suddenly, you were angry. Youwere angry about these nightmares that haunted you everywhere you went, angryat the world for shoving you in this mess, angry at Steve for making you fallin love with him. You were frustrated, and finally you were ready to snap.
“I had the same nightmarethat’s kept me up the last month, Steve. The same one that leaves me screaming my head off and sobbing myself tosleep every night. Well, every night that I actually go to sleep, anyway,I’ve been mostly trying to avoid sleep lately, it hurts too much to go to bedevery night and know that I’m going to watch you die in a million ways rightbefore my eyes. Most of the time it goes a little something like you and me inthe Upside Down, I’m hugging you and then out of nowhere Dustin’s voice screamsthat I have to choose to save you or let you die, and I never know what thatmeans, and then Dart leaps out of the wall and shreds you to pieces right infront of me, but somehow I can never move because I’m trapped, and you laythere screaming and bawling my name, yelling at me and telling me that I couldhave saved you, that I’m doing this to you, that I’m killing you, and thenDustin starts yelling the same thing, then Mike, then Lucas, then Max, untilI’m screaming my lungs out over it all begging it to stop, begging for me tojust die and let it all be over, until I’m not trapped anymore and I collapseto the ground and crawl over to you, and you just grab my hand and say—say thatyou had loved me and then I killed you. And then you just die on the spot, butI can’t wake up. No, I just sit there with your blood spreading all over mewhether I’m touching you or not, and then I finally die and ‘wake up’ again insome new hell where you die again. And it happens over and over and over againuntil I wake up. And then the next night it happens again. And again. Andagain.”
He stared at you as tears randown your face and you angrily yelled all that you had been going through thelast month, and he felt genuine pain gather in himself and tears begin to prickat his own eyes. And when you had finished, his eyes looked right into yours ashe whispered, his voice filled with hurt, “Why did you lie? Why didn’t you tellme about this, or call me, or anything—”
“Why do you think, Steve?” yousnapped, your tears finally ceasing as you grabbed your backpack off the floorand pushed open the door.
“Thanks for the ride, but Ithink I’m just going to walk the rest of the way home,” you whispered, pain inyour voice. “See you at 6.” And with that, you slammed the door shut with aloud bang.
 ~
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 You stood in front of yourmirror in your room, smoothing out your dress and nervously re-adjusting youralready perfect hair. It wasn’t that you wanted or needed to look goodchaperoning for a middle school dance, it was just that you were so nervousabout seeing Steve after snapping at him today you felt a compulsive need to keepfidgeting with your hands. You felt awful about what you said, yet somehowrelieved. He hadn’t deserved for you to yell at him like that for something sofar out of his control, but he knew now. And with fear of him knowing camealmost a relief that you didn’t have to hide your nightmares from him anymore.You didn’t have to layer on concealer under your baggy eyes or drink ungodlyamounts of disgusting black coffee in the morning to convince him you werefine. But, you would have to eventually explain to him why the kiss had hurtyou so much—and that was what scared you the most.
Even though you were sure thetwo of you would be able to work it out tomorrow, you didn’t think you couldbear to see him tonight after only a few hours had passed between yourbreakdown. So, you had arranged a ride with Nancy and Jonathan, who werechaperoning with you, and you were hoping to sneak out before Steve even gotthere to pick up Dustin.
Unfortunately, fate was not onyour side tonight, because the doorbell rang that second, and your mother’sever-cheerful voice chimed through the house, “Steve’s here!”
You sighed, leaning your headagainst the wall. You weren’t only going to see him tonight, you were going tosee him in the tightest, most form-fitting, sexiestdress you had ever worn, heels, and more makeup than you would ever usuallywear. The dress wasn’t even that promiscuous by most standards, but themedium-sleeved blue lace top hugged your curves tightly, showing off your body,and the dress flared out just below the waist, making your boobs look bigger,your stomach flatter, and your waist smaller. You couldn’t believe your mom hadpicked it up on a whim that night for $5 while looking for a tie for Dustin.You looked and felt more beautiful than you ever had before. Your hair cascadedin perfectly done curls around your shoulders, and your silver make-up madeyour eyes shine, a glittery dusting of silver making you look magical as thelight rested on your collarbone.
“Y/N! Come on, Dustin’salready down here and I want pictures!”
You took a deep breath andstepped out into the hallway, not noticing Steve’s sharp intake of air when he caughta glimpse of you at the top of the steps.
With each step you took, Steve’sheart was racing faster and faster, his mouth dropping more and more. You wereabsolutely stunning.
Your mom clutched at her heart,exclaiming how beautiful her daughter was, but all Dustin noticed was the lookon Steve’s face and the blush on yours as you tried to avoid his gaze.
“Hey, Dusty!” you said with agrin. “Don’t you look handsome?” You adjusted his tie proudly. “All those girls’heads are gonna turn when they see you walk in. Especially with that hair, itadds an extra foot.” He smacked your arm, and both you and Steve laughed. “Wasthe hair his idea?” you laughed, pointing your thumb over at Steve, temporarilyforgetting all of the afternoon’s events.
“Yeah,” Dustin blushed.
“Well, you look way betterthan he does with it,” you said teasingly, to Steve’s dismay.
After a few pictures with youand Dustin, you, Dustin, and Steve, just you, just Dustin, and one very awkwardone with just you and Steve, a car honked outside.
“Sorry, Mom, that’s Nancy and Jonathan,”you said.
“Alright, honey, see you afterwards,”your mom said with a smile.
Steve looked over at you, surpriseand hurt in his eyes, his smile falling. “Wait, you’re not coming with Dustinand I?”
“I—I’m sorry, I just…” youtook a deep breath. “I gotta go, Steve. I’ll—I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And before he could sayanything else, you ran out the front door and jumped in the backseat of Nancy’scar, as Steve stood inside and watched it speed off.
After a minute of silence,Dustin looked up. “If we leave now, you can still get to the dance before Nancyand Jonathan. We have the shortcut back road they don’t know about.”
“Why would that matter,Dustin?”
“Because you need to get to mysister before she gets into the dance and win her over, damn it!”
 Steve’s car pulled into themiddle school parking lot and he turned to Dustin, who had a nervous look inhis eye as he looked in the doors at everyone dancing.
“Alright, so…we’re here. Justremember, when you get in there—”
“Pretend like I don’t care.”
“You don’t care.”
“I don’t care!”
“There you go, you’relearning, my friend.”
As Dustin reached up to pulldown the mirror, Steve turned to him.
“Hey.”
“What?”
“You look great, okay? Youlook great. You look great.”
“Great?”
“Great! Now, you’re gonna goin there—”
“Yeah!”
“Look like a million bucks—”
“Yeah!”
“And you’re gonna slay them.”
“Like a lion.” Your brotherlooked over at Steve with a sly look and attempted a cross between a tongueroll and a growl, making Steve shake his head.
“Yeah, uh, don’t do that,okay?”
“Alright,” Dustin noddedsolemnly.
Steve raised his hand andclasped it with Dustin’s before nodding. “Good luck.”
“You too.” At the look onSteve’s face, Dustin said, “It looks like Y/N just got here. Don’t screw up.”
And before Steve could sayanything else, Dustin hopped out of the car and walked over to his sister.Steve smiled as he saw Dustin’s mouth say something that looked like a “youlook great”. Those were the people he loved most in the world right there, you smilingthat beautiful smile of yours and Dustin grinning up at you, excited to go intohis first middle school dance. Before he knew it, the two of you began to walk,and while Dustin walked right in, being one of the last ones to arrive, youpaused at the bottom of the steps. You said something to Nancy and she gave youa sad smile and a comforting pat on the shoulder before she and Jonathan walkedin, leaving you standing on the bottom step alone.
Before his head even knew whathe was doing, Steve’s legs had pushed him out of the car, his arms slammed thedoor, and his beating heart was walking you over to the beautiful girl sittingdown on the steps of the middle school, staring at the sky and looking like shewas carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.
“Y/N?” he said softly.
Your eyes immediatelybrightened at the sound of his voice. You loved his voice, something you toldhim frequently. Nothing about it in particular, you just loved the way itsounded. Sometimes, you made him talk just so you could listen more intently totry to figure out what it was that you loved about his voice so specifically.But, you never found it. All you knew was that when he laughed or smiled while hespoke it was your favorite sound in the whole world.
“Steve? What are you doing here—”
“Y/N, I’ve never been more terrifiedof anything in my life than saying what I’m about to say, but I’ve held it infor a year and now I’m afraid I’ll never get another chance to say it again, soI’m just going to blurt it out now—I’m in love with you.” He didn’t notice yourwide eyes, or the tears gathering in them as you stood up and moved closer tohim. “I’m in love with your smile, your laugh, your voice, your personality,your eyes, and the way you make me feel when I’m around you. And even though Iknow, I know, that I could never doanything to make me deserve you, I just want you to know that—”
He was cut off by your lipsgently connecting with his, your hands intertwining in his hair as his arms instinctivelywrapped around your waist to pull you closer. The kiss was short, but as you pulledaway, the look in his eyes said it all.
“I’ve been head over heels foryou since you first picked up that stupid baseball bat a year ago and jumped infront of me to hit a Demogorgon into Ms. Byer’s dining table.”
“You…you really—”
The childlike grin spreadingacross his face was contagious as you buried your face in his sweater, gigglingagainst his chest. You felt his warm hand make its way to your face, his fingergently guiding your chin up so you were looking into his eyes that looked likethey had been melted into a soft, gooey chocolate. “I don’t think I’ve everbeen this happy in my life,” he whispered, the words making your heartdissolve.
You raised up onto yourtiptoes, pressing your lips against his again, but this time, when you parted,you rested your head on his chest, swaying back and forth to the music inside.
“You know, I should really goin there. Mr. Clarke’s gonna come out looking for me if we stay out here anylonger,” you said with a grin.
“I’d like to see him try.” Bothyou and Steve laughed, your voices filling the air.
“Do you want to come in withme? We were missing a chaperone, anyway. Then both of us can keep an eye onthose little shits in there.”
He grinned at you, his eyesfilled with adoration. “Sounds good to me.”
As you grabbed his hand and startedto pull him up the steps, you turned around and smiled at him, making his heartflutter. Everything he had wanted for the last year was finally right in front ofhim, and it was better than he ever thought it could be.
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emma-writes-stuff ¡ 8 years ago
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I can’t thank you enough for putting up with my technical difficulties thanks sm💕
Oh, it’s no problem at all! Here’s part three, and once you’re done, let me know and I’ll send over the last part!
Soon enough, everyone was downthe hole and you were walking through the tunnels next to your brother, who wascarrying three different cans of gasoline and looking like a lunatic.
You had only been walking fora little while, but it had felt like forever. You didn’t know if it was the waytime worked down here or if it was just your anxiety about what was to comethat seemed like it was dragging everything out. You had taken Max and Dustinunder your wing, while Steve was with Lucas and Mike, walking ahead.
“Why don’t you just ask herout?” Mike had asked nonchalantly, looking up at Steve.
“What?”
“Y/N. Why don’t you just askher out? Look, dude, I’m not upset about it just because you and my sister justbroke up. She’s happier than ever, no offense. You were both obviously wrongfor each other, she’s been in love with Jonathan forever, and everyone knowshow long you’ve been in love with Y/N. Hell, I’m pretty sure Nancy even knewwhen she asked you out. So I don’t know why you don’t just ask out Y/N.”
“Look, it’s—it’s not thatsimple, okay? Yeah, I’ve been in love with Y/N forever, but…I’m not just goingto ask her out and throw away my best friend in the world when I don’t have achance in hell at her saying yes.”
“You’re kidding me, right?Please tell me you’re joking,” Lucas said.
“What do you mean, tell youI’m joking? That’s the truth!”
“How do you not know?”
“Not know what, dipshit?”
“How can’t you tell she’s inlove with you, too?”
“Because she’s not!”
“Of course she is! Everybodyin the world knows it!” Mike chimed in.
“No, she’s not!”
“Dude, I guarantee you thateveryone thinks you’re a couple, tells you that you should be a couple, or issad for you guys that you’re not a couple yet. Dustin’s probably told you amillion times, and he’s her brother, he’d know—”
“Lucas, she doesn’t love me!I’m her best friend, and that’s it, okay?!”
“Why the hell are you so surethat she’s not in love with you?” Lucas yelled.
“Because if a girl I was withfor a year couldn’t learn to love me and could lie to me about it so easily,how the hell am I supposed to think anyone could love me, let alone the mostperfect human being on the planet?”
There was silence for a momentbefore Mike spoke. “Steve, that’s not—"
“She’s perfect, guys. She’s the smartest, kindest, most talented,beautiful person I know—”
“Also badass,” Lucas cut in.
“Also badass—and she can haveany guy she wants! She’s the only person in this whole damn world that really caresabout me, who’s ever cared about me, and I- I love her so much, I don’t knowwhat I’d do if I lost her just because I’m a fucking idiot that ruinedeverything for a chance to tell her how I feel!”
It was quiet for a minute, andthen Lucas’ voice cut through the silence.
“Steve, that’s literally thestupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.”
“Well, you know what, it’s notlike you two can talk! You and that Max chick, and you pining after Eleven fora year and not doing anything about it when she comes back—forgive me if I’mnot about to take relationship advice from two little kids that don’t knowanything!”
“You know, Steve, you’re upsetright now, but it’s not our fault if you’re so stubborn and self-deprecatingthat you’re ruining your own life. And hers,” Mike said quietly.
Meanwhile, about twenty feetbehind the boys, you were walking along with a silent Max and Dustin, trying tothink about anything other than Steve. Looking down, you shook your head,kicking yourself for being so stupid. You hadn’t realized that Dustin hadnoticed.
When Steve was far enoughahead with Lucas and Mike that he wouldn’t hear you, Dustin turned to you.
“He’s in love with you, youknow.”
You turned to face him.“What?”
“Steve is head over heels,idiotically, completely and utterly in love with you.”
“Dustin—no, bud. I don’t knowwhat could possibly have given you that idea—”
“He told me.”
“Wait, what?” You stopped.
“He told me. It wasn’t like wedidn’t all already know, all he does is talk about you like you built thefriggin sky and stare at you when you’re not looking and do anything he can tomake you happy. I don’t know how you didn’t figure it out months ago. Iguarantee you anyone who’s ever even seen you two within twenty feet of eachother could tell you that.”
“Dustin, he—not like that.Even if he said he loved me, I’m sure he meant in just a friendly way, we’rebest friends, Dusty, it’s—”
“Y/N, I love you with all myheart, but you’re so blind. I’m literally telling you that the boy you’re inlove with has been in love with you for a year. He only started dating Nancy totry to get his mind off you because he didn’t think he had a chance, but itdidn’t take him long to realize that he couldn’t just fall out of love withyou! He doesn’t even know why he stayed with her for as long as he did, becauseboth of them were miserable the whole time, with her pining after Jonathan andhim freaking head over heels for you. I don’t know why you’re trying to fightit—”
Finally, you had hit yourbreaking point. “Because I’m scared, Dustin! I’m terrified because I’m so damnin love with him I’d do anything for him, and I’m scared that if maybe he doesfeel the same way as me, but it’s just because right now he misses Nancy and ina few weeks when he gets over her he’ll leave me and I’ll just be left asthis—this broken mess of a human being! And I don’t know if I’d be able to pickmyself back up. Not—not again, Dusty.” You took a breath. “Not that he feelsthe same way as me, anyway. Just…hypothetically, obviously.”
Dustin was quiet. He knew whatyou were saying was completely wrong, that Steve loved you way too much to everdo that to you, but he said nothing. You didn’t want to talk about it, and hewouldn’t push you. He just hoped somehow Steve had heard you and knew you feltthe same way.
You walked in silence for aminute or two. About a minute in, Max had reached over and grabbed your hand,and now you were just looking around, staring at the floating particlessurrounding you and willing yourself to believe that you could get all the kidsout of this okay.
“HELP! HELP!” you heard Mike’svoice screaming up ahead. On instinct, you started sprinting forward, alreadypulling your gun out of your pocket just in case.
Up ahead, you saw him. He wason the ground, one of those tentacle-like tendrils wrapping its way around hisleg. “Y/N! Steve!” he yelled.
Both you and Steve ran in fromseparate tunnels, sprinting over to Mike. Steve started hitting the tendril ashard as he could with his baseball bat, but it would only split for a secondbefore joining back together.
“Steve, stop,” you told him,looking up into his scared eyes. “Back up a second.”
You pulled the gun out of yourpocket and aimed it directly at Mike’s leg.
“Y/N, what are you—”
“Mike, don’t move.” And withthat instruction, you pulled the trigger, blowing the tentacle off his leg inan instant.
All the kids were staring atyou, their mouths agape. “How did you—”
“I have no idea. I’ve neverused one of these things before.”
You thought Steve’s mouth hadhit the floor. “Well, hot damn, princess.”
Suddenly, you heard a loudroar, and you rushed in front of the kids, blocking them immediately.
Standing only a few feet infront of you was a demo-dog, snarling ferociously. Dustin pushed you aside,stepping in front of you.
“Dustin? Dustin, what areyou—”
“Y/N, it’s Dart.”
You stepped back cautiously asDustin marched up to the thing, immediately grabbing Steve’s hand. He lookedover at you with shining eyes, squeezing your hand to reassure you Dustin wasgoing to be okay.
“Hey, Dart,” Dustin saidsoftly, kneeling down in front of it. “It’s me, it’s me, it’s Dustin.”
You gripped Steve’s handharder, stepping closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
“Hey, it’s Dust—” he was cutoff as Dart’s face opened up and the demo-dog let out a ferocious screech,making you jump back in shock and fear as Steve’s grip naturally tightened onyou, steadying you as your hand flew to your mouth.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I’m sorryabout the storm cellar. That was a pretty douchey thing to do.” Dart steppedaway, almost as if he could understand him.
“You hungry? Yeah,” yourbrother laughed, slipping off his backpack. “I’ve got our favorite. Nougat.” Helifted a Three Musketeers bar to show the creature.
Dustin started to unwrap it,laying a chunk of the chocolate bar down in front of Dart with one hand whilewaving with the other for the rest of you to walk by. Automatically, you pushedLucas, Max, and Mike in front of you, Steve and you following behind quicklybut cautiously. After a moment, Dustin stood up, adjusted his goggles, andfollowed the rest of you, leaving his once-pet to finish off the candy. Thesecond you were out of the way, you whipped around, throwing your arms aroundyour little (almost taller than you) brother, whispering “don’t ever scare melike that again” in his ear before letting him go.
When the two of you looked up,you realized what the others already had—you were standing at one of theentrances of the “hive”. Steve was already sealing the walls and ceiling, whilethe others were grabbing their gasoline canisters and getting ready to startdumping. You nodded at Dustin, who grabbed his gasoline can and joined thekids, while you walked over to Steve and stood beside him.
“Are you okay?” you askedquietly, so he knew he didn’t have to worry about the others hearing.
“I’m fine—” he said instantly,his voice wavering before he paused and shook his head. “I’m terrified, Y/N.”
“Terrified?”
“Of letting you all down. Thatcoming down here really was a death trap and I’m about to get you and all theseincredible kids killed and it’ll be all my fault. Or that this is all fornothing and we’re all going to die anyway. I’m scared out of my mind, Y/N.”
“Steve…no matter what, Ijust…I want you to know that I—”
“Steve, Y/N, we’re ready togo!” Dustin yelled, cutting you off mid-sentence.
Steve took a deep breath.“Okay. Okay. Everybody get to the entrance of that tunnel over there. I’m gonnalight this fucker and the second that lighter goes in the air we’re going torun like hell. And no matter what, just getto the exit. Keep running until you’re out of here.” You couldn’t help butnotice him looking right at you at the last part.
Everyone followed Steve’sinstructions, bunching up next to the entrance and preparing to go. Sensing hisfear, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down towards you in a hug.“Steve, it’s okay. They’re going to be fine. They’re tough kids, this isn’ttheir first time down here. They’re gonna be okay.”
He pulled away so he couldlook you in the eyes, and you felt every defense you had put up to shieldyourself from your own fear collapse inward. “What about you?”
“Me?” you almost whispered.
“What if something happens toyou? What if I can’t get you out of here and it’s my fault?”
“Steve…we are going to make it out of this together. Both of us are going to go home tonight, and so are all four ofthese kids. We’re going to be fine.”
“Okay,” he took a deep breath.“Okay guys, everybody get ready. I’m gonna count down from five, and then Ineed you guys to turn around and run like your asses depend on it. Ready? 5…4…3…2…1!”
The lighter hit the ground,and just like that, Steve’s hand was in yours, the room had burst into a fieryinferno, and you were running faster than you ever had before. Everything was ablur, only running and fear, until you and the kids saw the exit.
“Alright, guys,” you said.“I’m going to give each of you a boost and you’re going to climb out of here,okay?”
“Why not Steve? Isn’t hetaller and’ll get more leverage?” Dustin asked.
“Who’s the cheerleader here,Dusty? Alright, you first, come here. 1…2…3!” You pushed him up with all yourmight, getting him close enough to grab the ledge and pull himself through thehole. “Good job, bud. Okay, Mike…”
After all the kids were up,you turned to Steve. “So how are we going to do thi—”
You were cut off by somethingthat sounded like the roar of thunder, multiplied by three thousand. Shrill noisesfilled the air, and the second you heard it, you turned to Steve with wideeyes. “Steve, those are—”
And before you could evencomplete what you were saying, hundreds of demo-dogs burst into your view. “Ohmy god. Oh my god.” You felt panicked tears gathering in your eyes. “Steve,what do we do? What do we do, we can’t get up, there’s so many, I don’t know—”They were rapidly growing closer, only a few yards away at this point. A fewseconds to your death.
You looked up at him with wideeyes and whispered, “Steve, I—”
Before you could finish, hisarms flung around you, pressing you against him, and his lips crashed ontoyours.
And in that moment, there werehundreds of demo-dogs racing around you, brushing your legs and shrieking asyou were trapped in the deadly, otherworldly tunnels with seemingly no chanceof survival—but all you knew was your heartbeat beating so quickly alongsidehis.
Your arms wrapped around hisneck, your fingers tangling in his hair as your lips moved against his. And allthere was in the world was you and Steve and the feeling like you were flying.It wasn’t until all the demo-dogs had run past that you slowly separated, bothof you breathing heavily and staring into each other’s eyes in a mix of shockand adoration.
You looked at him inanticipation, waiting to hear the words that you had been hoping to come out ofhis mouth for a year. But all he said was, “I-I’m sorry,” before turning away,leaving your heart to sink to the floor.
 ~
 That night after everythingwas over and the world had been saved, Steve drove you and Dustin home,watching through the mirror as you curled up and slept on a wide-awake Dustin’sshoulder. Your hair was a mess, you were covered in dirt, blood, and slime,there was a gun connected to your belt, and you had been through literal helland back that night—but there you were, passing out on your brother’s shoulderand looking as beautiful as ever. After about five minutes, Dustin finallywhispered, “Why are you doing this to yourself and to Y/N?”
“What do you mean, Dustin?” hesaid, sounding completely drained.
“You keep pushing her away,thinking you’re not good enough for her to love you or some complete bullshitlike that, that you’re saving yourself the hurt. But, all you’re doing ishurting both of you in the process.”
The rest of the ride wassilent aside from your deep breaths.
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yah it worked I read the first parts and it’s so good omg💗
Aw thank you! Here’s part two, and then there should only be one or two parts after that depending on how I section them off.
“Is this really necessary?” Steve groaned, holding the deaddemo-dog’s body in his arms with a disgusted look on his face.
         “Seriously,Dusty, I love you and all, but this is—this is absolutely disgusting,” yousaid, standing between the two boys next to the fridge, looking back and forthbetween the pile of Joyce Byers’ food and shelving on the floor and thecreature in Steve’s arms.
         “Yes, it is,okay? This is a groundbreaking scientificdiscovery, we can’t just bury it like a common mammal, okay, it’s not a dog!”Your brother sped through his words, which you weren’t sure were directed atyou or Steve.
         Stevestepped forward towards the fridge, only muttering, “Fine, but you’re explainingthis to Ms. Byers, alright?”
         He tried toawkwardly shove the thing in the fridge, making you cringe as the disgustingslime spread all over, continuously hitting into everything and knocking thefew remaining food products around. “Dustin, door, door, door, door, door,” heyelled, not turning around as Dustin ran up and closed the door, creating adisgusting squelch sound as the thingwas successfully pushed in.
         “Okay,”Steve breathed out, affectionately moving Dustin’s hat around on his head beforewalking into the next room, leaving you smiling at your two favorite boys.
         You took aminute to put the remnants of the Byers’ food back on their table, making sureeverything salvageable was there so they could find it before you walked backinto the room where everyone else was.
         “Right, somy point is—” you walked in to see all the kids staring expectantly at Steveand you leaned against the doorway, smiling at him. “Yeah, we’re on the bench,so there’s nothing we can do.”
         After apause, you heard your brother’s voice. “That’s not entirely true.” Everyone,including you and Steve looked at him. “The demo-dogs, they have a hive mind.When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”
         The kids allstarted talking over each other with different tidbits of information andthings that you could do before Steve interrupted them, throwing his hands upin the air. “Yeah, and then we all die.”
         “That’s onepoint of view,” your brother said.
         “What? No,that’s not a point of view, that’s a fact!” Steve cried.
         Mike turnedand started walking through the house, pointing out the main location of thehive mind and where the demo-dogs would be called to, as Dustin, Max, Lucas,and him all started yelling over each other. All you could make out wereclippings of words like the Mind-Flayer and the gate, before Steve yelled overthem all, clapping his hands.
         “Hey! Hey!Hey! This is not happening. No, no, no, no, no, no buts. I promised to keep youshitheads safe and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. We’re staying here, onthe bench, and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Okay, doeseverybody understand that?”
         “This isn’ta stupid sports game!” Mike yelled.
         “I said,does everybody understand that? I need a yes.”
         The roomwent quiet for a minute before Max, Lucas, Dustin, and Mike all turned to lookat you.
         “What—whatare you guys all looking at me for?”
         “What do yousay, Y/N?” Mike asked.
         “Yeah, yourword holds just as much power as Steve’s,” Max said.
         “Well, duh,she’s the only one the dipshit’ll listen to,” your brother mumbled, earning asmack on the back of the head from a blushing Steve, which, luckily, you hadn’tnoticed.
         “Guys, I…”you paused, realizing how intensely they were all staring at you, Steve’s eyespleading. “Steve’s right. It’s—it’s too dangerous.” All the kids looked down atthe ground, and a heavy, dead silence filled the room for only a few secondsbefore you spoke again. “But…” Their heads shot up. “We…we’ve all alreadyfought off this many deadly monsters tonight. I mean, we do have a deadDemogorgon shoved in the freaking fridge over there. And…if we have a chance,right here, right now, to save our friends, to save our families, to save thewhole damn world—I say we take it. It’s not smart, in fact, it’s stupid andballsy as hell, Steve’s right about that, but…after all I’ve seen and all youguys have seen, I’m willing to grab my crowbar and go save our friends. I’mready to kill those sons of bitches once and for all.”
         There wassilence for only a second before your brother erupted in applause. “Hear,hear!”
         Steve lookedat you for a second before looking down at the ground, smiling and shaking hishead. “O-okay.” The kids all whipped around, gaping at him. “I still hate this plan, don’t get me wrong, andI’d do anything to stop you all from doing it, but I know for a fact that onceY/N’s set on something, there’s no backing her down. So, I’m with youshitheads.” Your eyes locked and you smiled at him, mouthing a silent thank you.
         A noise likean engine came from outside, and you saw Max turn around and run to the window,fear written across her face.
         “It’s mybrother. He can’t know I’m here, he’ll kill me.” She turned to Lucas. “He’llkill us.”
         “Max…” yousaid quietly. “Your brother, is he—”
         “BillyHargrove.”
You looked up at Steve to seethat he was already looking down at you. Without thinking about it, he quicklykissed you on the forehead and walked out the front door, leaving you staringafter him.
You watched them through thefront door peephole, as Steve slowly approached Billy and they talked. Stevewas loyal to a fault, you had no doubt he was out there sarcastically defendingyou and the kids, doing everything he could to keep Billy’s attention on himand not on who could be inside the house.
You hated Billy Hargrove witha passion. Every day he would grab your ass, or catcall you in the hallways, oroffer you certain “extracurricular activities” you continuously told him youweren’t interested in. And in all honesty, if not for Steve, you’d be afraid ofhim. He wasn’t just some stupid guy hitting on you. He was smart, andcalculating, and evil, and you knew he had no problem with taking whatever hewanted. But, for all the hate you carried for Billy, Steve had quadruple it,and you knew you were fine with him around.
You saw Billy blow a puff ofcigarette smoke into Steve’s face, and you turned to see the kids, only torealize that they were looking through the window in almost unmissable view.
Panicked, you whisper-shouted,“No! Guys, get down!”, but it was too late. Billy had seen them. Both he andSteve turned to face the window, Steve’s mouth clearly saying the words “ohshit”, before he turned around and Billy’s fist connected with his jaw,knocking him to the ground.
You whipped around. “Guys, Ineed you to back up right now, get behind me and go hide—” You were cut off bythe sound of the door being thrown open behind you.
You turned around, eyes wide.
“Damn, L/N, is that you?” hesmirked. “I don’t know what you’re doing here with Harrington and mystepsister, but let me tell you, this skin-tight tank top, hot, action movielook is really working for you.” He stepped closer to you until he was loomingover you, his face only an inch from yours.
You opened your mouth to saysomething when Billy saw Lucas behind you and stepped away from you.
“I thought I told you to stayaway from him,” he said to Max, gesturing to Lucas.
“Billy—”
“You disobeyed me. And youknow what happens when you disobey me. I break stuff.”
Just like that, he picked upLucas, lifted him up, and slammed him against the cabinet as hard as he could.All the kids started screaming over each other as you yelled, “Billy, no!”
Without even thinking aboutit, you turned and picked up the first thing you saw, a frying pan, lifted itbehind your right shoulder, and swung it as hard as you could, right intoBilly’s head.
Disoriented, he dropped Lucasto the ground, before turning around and focusing on you. You were happy to seethat there was blood dripping down his forehead.
He lifted you up by the waistimmediately, forcing your legs around his waist as he shoved you against thewall, holding your wrists so you couldn’t move. He was pressed up against you,you tightly wrapped around him with your tank top riding up and exposing your stomach,against your will, his face right in front of yours as you shrieked for thekids to run.
“DUSTIN, GET THEM OUT OF HERE!GET STEVE AND GO, PLEASE!”
With a smirk, Billy kissedyour neck as you screamed, before harshly pushing his lips against yours, silencingyou.
You heard Dustin start toyell, “LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!” before he was cut off by your hero coming tosave the day.
“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MYGIRLFRIEND!” Steve yelled, angrier than you had ever heard anyone in your life,before he ripped Billy off of you, punching him in the face as hard as he couldand knocking him to the ground.
Girlfriend?Was that what he just said?
You slid down the wall,hitting the floor, but not before Billy turned around and grinned wickedly atyou one more time, picking a plate up off the ground and smashing it on top ofyour head quicker than Steve had a chance to stop it.
Steve’s cry of “Y/N!” and aloud crunch as Billy’s fist connected with his face again was the last thingyou heard before everything went black.
 ~
 Steve’s eyes opened slowly,everything a blurry mess. His face felt worse than anything he had felt before,it was like he had been run over by a bulldozer a million times over again. Hewas breathing heavily through his mouth—his nose was too bloody, and everybreath seemed to make his head pound even more. His eyes were both half closed,bruised shut, but he still tried his best to look around and figure out wherehe was.
“Y/N?” he muttered, looking tohis left to see that it was not, in fact, Y/N, but Mike, who was giving him themost confused look he had ever seen a kid wear.
Steve groaned, reaching up totouch his face, only to have Dustin’s hand pull his away, speaking in a softvoice. “Hey, hey, don’t touch, okay?” The words echoed through Steve’s ringingears, making it seem like a hallucination. He looked over to see what he wassure was Dustin’s blurry face. “Hey, buddy. Shhh...shhh…” Steve closed his eyesfor a moment. “You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you put up agood fight, buddy, okay, you’re okay.”
“Y/N…Dustin, where’s Y/N…”Steve groaned, trying to make sense of everything.
“God, you’re out of it,”Dustin laughed quietly. “And whipped for my sister. She’s okay, buddy, yousaved her, okay? She’s just unconscious. Trust me when I say she’s in way better shape than you are right now.Like, if she was out of your league before, now—”
“Dustin…where…” Steve tried toget out the words, but mostly just mumbled incoherently.
“Dude, you’re literally layingon top of her right now.”
With all the effort he had,Steve moved his head to look up, realizing that his head was resting on your lap.Your eyes were shut, your mouth slightly open, only a little bit of dried bloodcircling your forehead. But otherwise, you were okay. You were fine. Steve letout a sigh of relief, which sounded more like a desperate gasp for air. Herealized that there was a blood stain across your stomach, staining the grayfabric, and only panicked for a second before realizing it came from himself.
Suddenly, you coughed for air,your eyes slowly fluttering open. You were a little dizzy and everything wasstill sort of spinning, but otherwise everything was okay. You heard yourbrother’s voice from beside you make some joke about being glad Sleeping Beautycould join us, before you looked down and saw Steve’s head in your lap.
For a second, you were justoverjoyed that he was there, that he was okay, but then you saw the shape hewas in and gasped, covering your mouth with your hand.
“Steve…”
He groaned and you winced,knowing the immense pain he must have been in. “...Hen…der…son?” he coughed,choking on his own blood. You had to use every bit of nerve you had in you notto cry. “You…you o-okay?” He winced at the ringing in his own ears, looking upat you with pained eyes.
You nodded at him and smiledsweetly, gently running your fingers through his hair without thinking.“Yeah…I’m okay, Harrington. Thanks to my knight in shining armor.” You paused.“You know, even covered in rainbow band-aids, you have no idea how happy I amto see that pretty face of yours.”
He tried to smile, but endedup groaning at the pain it put his face in. “You…think I’m…pretty?”
You grinned at him, shakingyour head. “Of course that’s what you got from that.” All of a sudden your headstarted pounding and you grimaced, lifting your hand to your forehead. Stevewas still looking at you with groggy concern until he realized that- if youweren’t driving and he wasn’t, someone else was.
He heard Lucas’ voice ringingthrough his head from the passenger seat, giving driving instructions, and withmore alertness than he had had this whole time, he looked forward to see asmall redheaded girl at the wheel.
“Whas…whas going ong…” hisvoice came out. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”
“Steve, what—” you looked up,your eyes getting wide. “Oh my god. Oh mygod.”
“Hey guys, relax, she candrive,” Dustin said.
“Yeah, in a parking lot!” Mikeyelled.
“That counts!” Lucas chimedin.
“Oh my god,” Steve criedagain, clearly panicking, his words slurring together more and more by thesecond. You were gripping onto him, trying not to panic yourself.
“Look, Y/N’s got a really badconcussion, and Steve’s pretty self-explanatory, so what were our options?”your brother cried, waving his hands in the air.
“No. Oh my god. Nooo,” Steveslurred faster, everything sounding like a garbled mess.
“Hey, look, they all wanted toleave you behind and just bring Y/N, but I said you’d be cool.”
“Noooo!” Steve moaned,freaking out.
“Max, what’s going on?” youcried as she slammed on the gas, accelerating the car forward faster than you’dever seen, other than when Billy drove. “Max, what are you doing?”
“Oh my- whoaaaa, stop the car.Slow down,” Steve yelled, sounding slightly more like his regular voice thanbefore. You could see his eyes getting a little sharper.
“I told you he’d freak out!”Mike yelled.
“STOP THE CAR!” he screamed,gripping onto your hand like his life depended on it.
“MAX, PLEASE!” you pleaded,your pounding head stopping you from thinking straight. “Max, stop!”
“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” sheyelled as the car hit 90 mph. “I’M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!”
“THAT’S MT. SINAI, MAKE ALEFT!” Lucas yelled.
“WHAT?”
“MAKE A LEFT!”
Max swerved to the left,throwing everyone in the car forward, including you. You were thrown onto thefloor, laying right on top of Steve, your noses almost touching as the carrocketed in the other direction, hitting a sign that went flying over the car,denting the roof, as the car somehow sped up more, whizzing around the corner.
It was chaos: everyone screamingover each other, Lucas’ high and loud enough to break glass as Steve yelledunderneath you, his voice going in and out like crazy. While you screamed hisname, his arms instinctively wrapped around you like a seatbelt, your faceburying itself in the crook of his neck. The car kept flying forward until itcame to an abrupt stop, causing your brother and Mike to collapse to the flooron either sides of you as Steve frantically clutched at the seats, threw hishead back, and yelled something that sounded like an “AHHH HELLOOOOOOO”. Ittook you a minute to realize after the car stopped that they were all lookingat you and Steve, you on top of him as he held you tight against him, your haira mess as you clutched onto him like a life preserver. You blushed, awkwardly tryingto hide your face from Dustin.
“Y/N…” Steve coughed, hisvoice returned to normal, if not a little stuffy from his clogged nose. “Y/N,are you okay?”
“Yeah, Steve, I’m fine. We’refine.”
Everyone quickly piled out ofthe car, and you walked in front of it to see where Max had stopped whileeveryone else walked to the back and started searching through the trunk forsupplies. You were in the middle of one of the disgusting rotten pumpkinfields, only a few feet from a massive hole in the ground. Just looking at itmade your legs feel like lead, a sinking feeling of fear and dread filling youimmediately as the floating particles calmly passed by beneath you.
This was your worst nightmare,the thought of going back there again, the thought of being trapped by thishorrible place that you had no power against. This was the nightmare that wokeyou up almost every night, the nightmare that left you paralyzed until you hadenough courage to pick up the phone and call Steve. He had always promised thatit was over, that you’d never have to see it again, and that one day it wouldjust be a distant memory. Well, here you were, voluntarily walking straightback into it with him by your side.
Steve walked up behind you,your supplies in his hands, ready to pass over to you, when he saw you standingthere completely frozen, staring into the ground like it had some hold on you.You looked paralyzed, your eyes glazed over as you stared into it. Even on yourworst nights, he had never seen you like this. The supplies dropped to theground immediately as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you andturning you around to face him, holding you to him. “We’re gonna be okay,” hewhispered in your ear, and you nodded.
The kids started walking pastyou with full cans of gasoline, but neither of you paid any attention. You juststood there, hugging each other, until your brother’s voice forced you to stepapart.
“Steve,” Dustin said frombehind you. “Look, man, I know you’re still upset about this, and before youyell and scream and throw things or do anything you possibly can to keep usfrom going into that hellhole again, just listen to me. When a party member isin danger, it’s our duty to protect that party member. Now, you promised tokeep us safe. So—” he said, holding the nailed baseball bat forward for Steveto grab. “Keep us safe.”
Steve looked at you and thenback at Dustin before nodding, reaching forward, and taking the bat, givingyour brother a clap on the back.
Before you knew it, all thesupplies were on, and Steve was going down the hole, landing on the ground witha soft thud. You were next, a crowbar in one hand, a gun on your belt, alighter in your pocket, and your face shielded by goggles and a handkerchief.Steve turned around, opening his arms to catch you when you got to the bottomof the rope, knowing you had almost an extra foot more than him to fall becauseof your height. You slid down the rope almost expertly, falling through the airand hitting the ground by yourself gracefully on both feet, swinging thecrowbar around and sticking it on your belt, smirking at Steve’s slightlyshocked expression. Despite your landing, his arms had still naturally ended uparound your waist, and the two of your faces were only an inch apart.
“Well, looks like someone cantake care of herself,” he chuckled through the handkerchief, his voice a littlemuffled.
“Don’t worry, I can still findtime to take care of you, too,” you laughed.
“You know, I’m hurt, Y/N.After all we’ve been through together—” he joked, mockingly covering his heartwith one of his hands, leaving the other on your waist.
You looked down at his handand smiled. “Now, I’m starting to think you’re trying to seduce me here,Harrington,” you joked, gesturing to him holding you. Even in the darkness, youcould see his light blush as he awkwardly stepped away, mumbling an apology.“Steve, hey, I’m just kidding,” you said, reaching a hand up to cup one side ofhis face. Even though his mouth was covered, you saw his eyes crinkle in a grinas he brought both his hands up to your face, pulling you closer, too.
“Hey, lovebirds, a little helpgetting me down here?” your brother’s voice cut through the air, making youjump apart.
“I…I got it,” Steve said,walking over to the rope, looking down.
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emma-writes-stuff ¡ 8 years ago
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I can’t even see your answer to my ask😭
Aw, okay, I’ll try it again here in smaller bits, then. Let me know if you can see this first part, and if not I can definitely send the whole thing to you over email or anything like that.
https://www.polyvore.com/15476/set?id=225036405
             You had been out at the localdiner, sitting by the window with a pile of essay papers in front of you and adrink in your hand that you were swirling with your finger. A strand of hairfell in front of your eye and you delicately reached up and placed it backbehind your ear, your French-manicured fingertips resting on your cheek, stillintact from your last “girl’s night in” with your friends at your house. Youwere almost always busy with practices for something, always helping otherpeople or working your butt off at whatever you were doing, so it was nice toget a little time to yourself amongst all the crazy. You had actually been outfor lunch with a few other people, but when they had finished their meals andleft, you had decided to stay back and work on your latest AP Lit essay.
         It wasalmost odd how you had adjusted back into regular life after all the UpsideDown insanity. One moment you had been worried about whether you would be ableto fit in going to the big “party of the year” with all your other friends betweenbeing the lead in the musical, maintaining your straight A’s, writing your nextarticle as president of the school newspaper, cheerleading practice, volunteeringat the animal shelter, tutoring, and helping your brother Dustin and hisfriends with their AV Club, and the next minute Will Byers was missing and youhad to drop everything and fight to save not only yourself and your brother’slives, but the whole world.
         Now, hereyou were again, only a little while after it seemed, and for the most part, youwere okay. Still a straight A student, still almost guaranteed to be acceptedinto an Ivy League college, still the most loved and one of the most popularpeople in school. You had a personality that drew people into you, you werekind, you laughed a lot, you were happy.After all that had happened, you were still happy.
You still had nightmares, ofcourse. Sometimes those horrible flashbacks of the Upside Down would come backto you and you’d wake up in a cold sweat, sobbing and screaming your head off.But, you always knew when you woke up that no matter how real it seemed, nomatter how petrified you were, all you needed to do was pick up the phone onyour nightstand and call Steve and he’d be there immediately. You loved yourbrother and his friends with all your heart, but no matter how many awkward, comfortinghugs Dustin gave you, it never made you feel as safe as Steve did, just holdingyou in his arms and letting you cry into his chest. So, with shaking hands, youalways picked up the phone and dialed the number you knew by heart, and inminutes he would be at your windowsill, arms wide open for you to run into.
         Steve hadbeen your rock through this whole thing. You two had never been close before,only friends that occasionally talked as they passed each other in the hallway.But after you had both almost died protecting each other, it had pushed the twoof you together. Now, he was easily your best friend in the world. No one atschool really knew what had happened, one day you two had been acquaintancesand the next you were inseparable, but everyone could tell how much you caredfor each other and were happy for you.
         You had toadmit that over the last few weeks you had fallen for Steve, much more than youever intended. He had been with Nancy, up until a few days ago, and it wasn’tright for you to feel the way you did about him. But, you couldn’t help thatevery time he walked into a room and saw you, his eyes would light up and agrin would stretch across his face, sending your heart pounding a million timesan hour. You fell more for him every day, and you knew you had already passedthe point of turning back.
         So now asyou sat in your oversized NYU sweatshirt, your hair falling in waves framingyour face, you stared out the window and thought of Steve Harrington. You heardyour finger clicking your pen in a steady rhythm, which was mostly covered upby the thick fabric of your sweatshirt enveloping your hand. You should havebeen writing about the “critical role Atticus played in ‘To Kill aMockingbird’”, but all you could think about was Steve’s arms wrapped aroundyou and his eyes looking into yours, crinkling at the corners as he smiled downat you. It was a look that you knew too well, one that sent butterfliesexploding in your stomach every time.
         Somehow inyour daydreaming, you hadn’t noticed that Steve himself’s truck had flown intothe parking lot of the diner—at least not until Dustin leapt out of thepassenger seat, came running into the diner, whipped his head around until hesaw you, ran towards your table, and started grabbing all your papers as fastas he could.
         “Dustin? Dustin, what the hell are youdoing? What are you doing with my stuff—why are you here in Steve’s truck?” youcried out, to no answer. “Dustin Henderson, I swear to God, if you don’t tellme what’s going on right now—”
         “Y/N, I’mreally sorry, there’s no time to explain, but I need you to get in the truck right now.”
         You staredat him for a second, and then you saw the look in his eyes and nodded. “Okay,Dusty, I’m coming.” You pulled a five dollar bill out of your pocket, set itdown on the table, grabbed your papers from Dustin’s arms, shoved them in yourbag, and ran out the door after him.
 ~
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           You werecrouched inside the dingy bus in the junkyard, Steve and Dustin next to you,with Lucas and your brother’s new friend Max up on top. Dustin was sitting in aseat across from you, his head in his hands as he isolated himself fromeveryone else. You were sitting on the floor about a foot from Steve, andalthough your heart was racing at being in such close proximity to him, yourconcern for your little brother overruled all your other emotions. You lookedover at Steve with worried eyes, only for him to smile at you, lift your handwith both of his, and hold it between his palms. He mouthed the words, “he’sokay” to you, and you instantly relaxed, smiling at him.
         After asecond, Steve seemed to realize what he was doing, and awkwardly looked down,gently placing your hand back on your lap and nervously trying to play off whathe had naturally done. You hadn’t noticed his heart begin to pound as your skinhad come in contact with his own.
         With asmile, you scooched closer to him until you were against him and laid your headon his shoulder, wrapping your soft sleeves around his arm. Looking up at him,you saw that he was grinning down at you with adoration. You gazed into hiseyes for a minute, studying their warm, chocolate-like hue, as he gazed backinto yours, both of you holding an intense stare. It seemed like it should havebeen awkward, but it didn’t feel awkward at all. It just felt…right. His mouthfell slightly open as he looked down at you, just enough that it made yourealize that the gap between your faces was much smaller than you realized,your noses almost touching.
         Youself-consciously averted your eyes to the floor, breaking the connectionbetween you. You felt both yourself and him let out a breath that neither ofyou knew you were holding, before you felt his warm fingertips against yourcheek, gently directing your face so you were looking at him again.
         “Y/N…” wasall he breathed out, his voice slightly shaky.
         Your headwas tilted up right at him, both your hearts pounding out of your chests, whena loud sound like a roar echoed through the air, and the two of you, startled,jumped apart and rushed to the barred-in window, along with Dustin.
         “You seehim?” your brother whispered, looking up towards Steve.
         “No,” wasthe reply, almost inaudible, as Steve’s eyes scanned over the area.
         Dustin whippedaround, directing his voice to where he knew Lucas and Max were on top of thebus.
         “Lucas,what’s going on?”
         “Hold on!”you heard Lucas yell back after a few seconds. “I’ve got eyes! 10 o’clock! 10o’clock!”
         Through thefog, you saw a large, dark shape, and heard a small growl. Looking up, youwhispered as quietly as you could, “Steve—Steve, I see it.”
         Steve lookeddown at you, and although most people wouldn’t even notice it, you saw fear inhis eyes. Unconsciously, you reached out and laced your fingers with his own,squeezing his hand in reassurance.
         “What’s hedoing?” you heard Dustin say from the other side of the tall, brown-haired boy,who only shook his head subtly and whispered that he didn’t know.
         A fewseconds passed, and you heard Steve’s voice rush out the words, “He’s nottaking the bait—Y/N, why isn’t he taking the bait?”
         Your brotherpiped up quietly again, “Maybe he’s not hungry.”
         At thatmoment, the realization hit both you and Steve at the same time, and you lookedup into his slowly widening eyes. “Maybe he’s sick of cow,” he said.
         He backedaway from the window, dropping your hand, and standing by the ladder for a merefew seconds, before turning around and picking up his baseball bat and thelighter.
         “Steve—Steve,what are you doing? Steve?” you whispered, every word gaining speed as yourealized what he was going to do.
         “Just…beready,” he said, throwing the lighter into Dustin as he stared at Steve withwide eyes.
         He turnedaround and stood in front of the door. You felt tears start to gather in youreyes, tears of fear for the boy you knew you were in love with. “Steve,please…” you said, trying to cover your mouth with your hand.
         His eyesconnected with yours for a second, and you saw a million different emotions inhis eyes before he turned around, and slowly pushed open the door.
         His bat wasraised behind his head like he was ready to take a swing, and you saw him flipit around for a second in front of him before returning it to its position.
         After aminute, he whistled a few times, and you heard his voice saying the words,“Come on, buddy,” before whistling again.
         At thatmoment, Max came scrambling down the ladder, asking Dustin what Steve wasdoing, but you tuned out his response, focusing all your energy on praying thathe was going to be okay.
         “C’mon, it’sdinnertime. Human tastes better than cat, I promise,” you heard Steve say froma few yards away from Dart.
         You lookedto your left to see Max whisper through the chainmail, “He’s insane”, only tohave a massive grin stretch across Dustin’s face as he replied, “He’s awesome.”
         You felt aninvoluntary smile grow across your own face before whispering to yourself,“Yeah, he is.” You didn’t notice Dustin and Max’s small smiles as they lookedover at you, staring out the window through the rusty chainmail at him withcomplete adoration in your eyes.
         Until thefog cleared, and you could see a ripple go through Dart’s body as he inchedcloser to Steve.
         You couldphysically feel Steve’s fear, see his wide eyes and the terror seize his bodyeven though you could only see his back. You knew because he had stoppedswinging his bat.
         “Steve,watch out!” you heard Lucas shriek through the bus.
         “I’m alittle busy here!” Steve’s voice had yelled back.
         And then yousaw them. Both the demo-dogs sneaking up behind Steve, flanking him on threesides.
         “STEVE!” youcried automatically, screaming your lungs out to make sure he heard you. Thesecond he heard your voice, he whipped around, his eyes completely vulnerable.“STEVE, THERE’S TWO MORE! BEHIND YOU!”
         Just likethat, he was swinging to protect his life, the things pouncing at him as hetried to knock them away.
         “STEVE!”Dustin screamed, running out of the bus. “Steve, abort, abort!”
         He rolledover a car, knocking away a demo-dog just in time as all the kids started toscream for him to run, waving their hands for him to get to the door.
         “He’s notgoing to make it,” you whispered to yourself. “Not on his own.”
         You rippedoff your sweatshirt and threw it to the ground, leaving you in a gray tank top,before you picked a heavy metal crowbar off the ground, spinning it in yourhand before pushing your way through the kids, all yelling your name, and runningout to Steve.
“Y/N!” he screamed, turningaround and locking his terrified eyes with yours for only a second before ademo-dog ran up to his right and he hit it away.
He didn’t see Dart leapingtowards him from his left, not until too late, as he whipped around and saw thecreature in the air, about to rip him apart. You ran up to him with all thespeed you possibly had, swinging your crowbar in a perfect arc with so muchforce that the thing was thrown through the air and collapsed against the sideof a car with a thwack, leaving amassive dent in the door.
Steve was staring at you withhis mouth agape, and you heard Dustin yell the words, “THAT’S MY SISTER!” fromthe bus. That was when Dart and the others started to move again, and yougrabbed Steve’s hand, sprinting and pulling him along behind you as fast as youpossibly could, dodging the creatures flying at you from all directions, bothof you diving into the bus with all the might you had and throwing yourselvesagainst the metal floor, just as the demo-dogs all jumped at the door together.Dustin, Lucas, and Max immediately slammed the bus door shut as you and Stevecovered it with scrap metal, Steve protectively wrapping his arm around you andholding the sheet there with his legs.
The kids were all yelling overeach other in chaos, but the only thing you could fully understand was Lucasyelling, “THEY CAN’T GET IN, THEY CAN’T!”
         Just as hesaid it the scrap metal went flying back and the kids went running away fromthe door, Steve pushing you behind him and jumping in front of you, hittingaway the demo-dog with his bat as Dustin frantically called for help over hisheadset. You rushed over to Dustin, Lucas, and Max, as dents appeared in themetal next to them as the demo-dogs threw themselves at every possibleentrance, lifting up your crowbar to protect them.
         The kidswere yelling their heads off, and you heard loud stomping on the roof as dentsappeared there, too, before Max screamed at the top of her lungs from beneaththe ladder, where a demo-dog was reaching its head in through the openemergency exit.
         Steve wasthere in an instant, screaming your name and pushing all the kids and youbehind him. You wrapped your arms around them, even though they were all fairlyclose to your size, holding them to you and protecting them. Steve wasscreaming at the thing, his bat raised above his head, about to swing, when theroaring stopped. The demo-dog lifted its head, let a screech out into the nightair, and just like that, it took off, sprinting away with all the others. Thebus shook back and forth under the weight of the things, but after a minute,Steve’s bat cautiously lowered, and he turned around.
         He walkedacross the bus and out the door again with it lifted behind his shouldercarefully, scanning the junkyard to make sure they were really gone.
         “What. Happened,”Lucas said, walking towards the door.
         “I…I don’tknow,” was Max’s reply.
         “Stevescared them off,” Dustin whispered in awe from the doorway.
         Steve turnedaround, finally lowering his bat for real. “No. No way.” He paused, looking atthe kids. “They’re going somewhere.”
         The kidsstarted talking to each other nervously, as Steve’s bat dropped from his handand hit the ground. You could see how drained he was, see the remnants of theadrenaline that had been pushing him through his fear disappearing.
And just like that, you letgo. You walked past the kids, all sitting in front of the door, and wentstraight to Steve’s arms. Your fingers clutched at his jacket, holding him astight as you could, as if at any second the world would be torn apart and youcould be separated. You felt his warm arms wrap around you, too, pulling youagainst him as much as he could, leaning down and burying his face in yourhair. You heard a small noise come from Steve, and it only took you a second torealize that he had let out a small sob.
This was your Steve. Most ofthe world looked and saw him as “King Steve”, the handsome athlete that wasclearly always so tough and strong, never subjecting himself to emotions oranything worth anything. But, this was the side of Steve that he only ever showedto you, the side no one else had ever seen of him. This vulnerable, innocentboy that just needed someone to hold him and tell him that everything was goingto be okay.
Even when he was with Nancy,he never went to her for anything like this. It was always you. That was how hehad known that he was in love with you. He had been with Nancy for only alittle while when he had realized it. But, you were too good for him. No matterhow much he loved you, you’d never go for him, so he never did anything aboutit. He just stayed with Nancy, even though it hurt him every day to even thinkabout you with other people, or anyone other than him.
You wrapped your arms aroundhim even tighter, reassuring him that you were there, that it was okay, that hehad saved you and the kids and that he was safe with you. He started shaking,wracked with sobs just out of shock for what had happened. You knew if youhadn’t been here, he would have just held it in, stayed strong for yourbrother, Max, and Lucas.
And then you started to crywith him: because of the pain you felt from head to toe, the surely developingbruises and scratches you had sustained, because only two hours ago you wereeating with friends and now you had almost watched the love of your life diewithout him even knowing how you felt, because if not for your stupid impulsethat you hadn’t even thought about before doing, Steve, your brother, Max,Lucas, and you all would have died, because that horrible thing out there had eaten the cat you’d had and loved for eightyears and slept next to every night, then almost killed everyone here, andbecause everything seemed to be crashing down on you and you didn’t know whatto do.
So, there you were: two peopleunwittingly, completely in love with each other, clutching onto each other likeyour lives depended on it, you crying into his shirt as he sobbed into yourhair, all as three kids you loved with all your heart sat and watched the twoof you solemnly, feeling every emotion the two of you felt and seeing theobvious one neither of you knew the other carried.
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             You had been out at the localdiner, sitting by the window with a pile of essay papers in front of you and adrink in your hand that you were swirling with your finger. A strand of hairfell in front of your eye and you delicately reached up and placed it backbehind your ear, your French-manicured fingertips resting on your cheek, stillintact from your last “girl’s night in” with your friends at your house. Youwere almost always busy with practices for something, always helping otherpeople or working your butt off at whatever you were doing, so it was nice toget a little time to yourself amongst all the crazy. You had actually been outfor lunch with a few other people, but when they had finished their meals andleft, you had decided to stay back and work on your latest AP Lit essay.
         It wasalmost odd how you had adjusted back into regular life after all the UpsideDown insanity. One moment you had been worried about whether you would be ableto fit in going to the big “party of the year” with all your other friends betweenbeing the lead in the musical, maintaining your straight A’s, writing your nextarticle as president of the school newspaper, cheerleading practice, volunteeringat the animal shelter, tutoring, and helping your brother Dustin and hisfriends with their AV Club, and the next minute Will Byers was missing and youhad to drop everything and fight to save not only yourself and your brother’slives, but the whole world.
         Now, hereyou were again, only a little while after it seemed, and for the most part, youwere okay. Still a straight A student, still almost guaranteed to be acceptedinto an Ivy League college, still the most loved and one of the most popularpeople in school. You had a personality that drew people into you, you werekind, you laughed a lot, you were happy.After all that had happened, you were still happy.
You still had nightmares, ofcourse. Sometimes those horrible flashbacks of the Upside Down would come backto you and you’d wake up in a cold sweat, sobbing and screaming your head off.But, you always knew when you woke up that no matter how real it seemed, nomatter how petrified you were, all you needed to do was pick up the phone onyour nightstand and call Steve and he’d be there immediately. You loved yourbrother and his friends with all your heart, but no matter how many awkward, comfortinghugs Dustin gave you, it never made you feel as safe as Steve did, just holdingyou in his arms and letting you cry into his chest. So, with shaking hands, youalways picked up the phone and dialed the number you knew by heart, and inminutes he would be at your windowsill, arms wide open for you to run into.
         Steve hadbeen your rock through this whole thing. You two had never been close before,only friends that occasionally talked as they passed each other in the hallway.But after you had both almost died protecting each other, it had pushed the twoof you together. Now, he was easily your best friend in the world. No one atschool really knew what had happened, one day you two had been acquaintancesand the next you were inseparable, but everyone could tell how much you caredfor each other and were happy for you.
         You had toadmit that over the last few weeks you had fallen for Steve, much more than youever intended. He had been with Nancy, up until a few days ago, and it wasn’tright for you to feel the way you did about him. But, you couldn’t help thatevery time he walked into a room and saw you, his eyes would light up and agrin would stretch across his face, sending your heart pounding a million timesan hour. You fell more for him every day, and you knew you had already passedthe point of turning back.
         So now asyou sat in your oversized NYU sweatshirt, your hair falling in waves framingyour face, you stared out the window and thought of Steve Harrington. You heardyour finger clicking your pen in a steady rhythm, which was mostly covered upby the thick fabric of your sweatshirt enveloping your hand. You should havebeen writing about the “critical role Atticus played in ‘To Kill aMockingbird’”, but all you could think about was Steve’s arms wrapped aroundyou and his eyes looking into yours, crinkling at the corners as he smiled downat you. It was a look that you knew too well, one that sent butterfliesexploding in your stomach every time.
         Somehow inyour daydreaming, you hadn’t noticed that Steve himself’s truck had flown intothe parking lot of the diner—at least not until Dustin leapt out of thepassenger seat, came running into the diner, whipped his head around until hesaw you, ran towards your table, and started grabbing all your papers as fastas he could.
         “Dustin? Dustin, what the hell are youdoing? What are you doing with my stuff—why are you here in Steve’s truck?” youcried out, to no answer. “Dustin Henderson, I swear to God, if you don’t tellme what’s going on right now—”
         “Y/N, I’mreally sorry, there’s no time to explain, but I need you to get in the truck right now.”
         You staredat him for a second, and then you saw the look in his eyes and nodded. “Okay,Dusty, I’m coming.” You pulled a five dollar bill out of your pocket, set itdown on the table, grabbed your papers from Dustin’s arms, shoved them in yourbag, and ran out the door after him.
 ~
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           You werecrouched inside the dingy bus in the junkyard, Steve and Dustin next to you,with Lucas and your brother’s new friend Max up on top. Dustin was sitting in aseat across from you, his head in his hands as he isolated himself fromeveryone else. You were sitting on the floor about a foot from Steve, andalthough your heart was racing at being in such close proximity to him, yourconcern for your little brother overruled all your other emotions. You lookedover at Steve with worried eyes, only for him to smile at you, lift your handwith both of his, and hold it between his palms. He mouthed the words, “he’sokay” to you, and you instantly relaxed, smiling at him.
         After asecond, Steve seemed to realize what he was doing, and awkwardly looked down,gently placing your hand back on your lap and nervously trying to play off whathe had naturally done. You hadn’t noticed his heart begin to pound as your skinhad come in contact with his own.
         With asmile, you scooched closer to him until you were against him and laid your headon his shoulder, wrapping your soft sleeves around his arm. Looking up at him,you saw that he was grinning down at you with adoration. You gazed into hiseyes for a minute, studying their warm, chocolate-like hue, as he gazed backinto yours, both of you holding an intense stare. It seemed like it should havebeen awkward, but it didn’t feel awkward at all. It just felt…right. His mouthfell slightly open as he looked down at you, just enough that it made yourealize that the gap between your faces was much smaller than you realized,your noses almost touching.
         Youself-consciously averted your eyes to the floor, breaking the connectionbetween you. You felt both yourself and him let out a breath that neither ofyou knew you were holding, before you felt his warm fingertips against yourcheek, gently directing your face so you were looking at him again.
         “Y/N…” wasall he breathed out, his voice slightly shaky.
         Your headwas tilted up right at him, both your hearts pounding out of your chests, whena loud sound like a roar echoed through the air, and the two of you, startled,jumped apart and rushed to the barred-in window, along with Dustin.
         “You seehim?” your brother whispered, looking up towards Steve.
         “No,” wasthe reply, almost inaudible, as Steve’s eyes scanned over the area.
         Dustin whippedaround, directing his voice to where he knew Lucas and Max were on top of thebus.
         “Lucas,what’s going on?”
         “Hold on!”you heard Lucas yell back after a few seconds. “I’ve got eyes! 10 o’clock! 10o’clock!”
         Through thefog, you saw a large, dark shape, and heard a small growl. Looking up, youwhispered as quietly as you could, “Steve—Steve, I see it.”
         Steve lookeddown at you, and although most people wouldn’t even notice it, you saw fear inhis eyes. Unconsciously, you reached out and laced your fingers with his own,squeezing his hand in reassurance.
         “What’s hedoing?” you heard Dustin say from the other side of the tall, brown-haired boy,who only shook his head subtly and whispered that he didn’t know.
         A fewseconds passed, and you heard Steve’s voice rush out the words, “He’s nottaking the bait—Y/N, why isn’t he taking the bait?”
         Your brotherpiped up quietly again, “Maybe he’s not hungry.”
         At thatmoment, the realization hit both you and Steve at the same time, and you lookedup into his slowly widening eyes. “Maybe he’s sick of cow,” he said.
         He backedaway from the window, dropping your hand, and standing by the ladder for a merefew seconds, before turning around and picking up his baseball bat and thelighter.
         “Steve—Steve,what are you doing? Steve?” you whispered, every word gaining speed as yourealized what he was going to do.
         “Just…beready,” he said, throwing the lighter into Dustin as he stared at Steve withwide eyes.
         He turnedaround and stood in front of the door. You felt tears start to gather in youreyes, tears of fear for the boy you knew you were in love with. “Steve,please…” you said, trying to cover your mouth with your hand.
         His eyesconnected with yours for a second, and you saw a million different emotions inhis eyes before he turned around, and slowly pushed open the door.
         His bat wasraised behind his head like he was ready to take a swing, and you saw him flipit around for a second in front of him before returning it to its position.
         After aminute, he whistled a few times, and you heard his voice saying the words,“Come on, buddy,” before whistling again.
         At thatmoment, Max came scrambling down the ladder, asking Dustin what Steve wasdoing, but you tuned out his response, focusing all your energy on praying thathe was going to be okay.
         “C’mon, it’sdinnertime. Human tastes better than cat, I promise,” you heard Steve say froma few yards away from Dart.
         You lookedto your left to see Max whisper through the chainmail, “He’s insane”, only tohave a massive grin stretch across Dustin’s face as he replied, “He’s awesome.”
         You felt aninvoluntary smile grow across your own face before whispering to yourself,“Yeah, he is.” You didn’t notice Dustin and Max’s small smiles as they lookedover at you, staring out the window through the rusty chainmail at him withcomplete adoration in your eyes.
         Until thefog cleared, and you could see a ripple go through Dart’s body as he inchedcloser to Steve.
         You couldphysically feel Steve’s fear, see his wide eyes and the terror seize his bodyeven though you could only see his back. You knew because he had stoppedswinging his bat.
         “Steve,watch out!” you heard Lucas shriek through the bus.
         “I’m alittle busy here!” Steve’s voice had yelled back.
         And then yousaw them. Both the demo-dogs sneaking up behind Steve, flanking him on threesides.
         “STEVE!” youcried automatically, screaming your lungs out to make sure he heard you. Thesecond he heard your voice, he whipped around, his eyes completely vulnerable.“STEVE, THERE’S TWO MORE! BEHIND YOU!”
         Just likethat, he was swinging to protect his life, the things pouncing at him as hetried to knock them away.
         “STEVE!”Dustin screamed, running out of the bus. “Steve, abort, abort!”
         He rolledover a car, knocking away a demo-dog just in time as all the kids started toscream for him to run, waving their hands for him to get to the door.
         “He’s notgoing to make it,” you whispered to yourself. “Not on his own.”
         You rippedoff your sweatshirt and threw it to the ground, leaving you in a gray tank top,before you picked a heavy metal crowbar off the ground, spinning it in yourhand before pushing your way through the kids, all yelling your name, and runningout to Steve.
“Y/N!” he screamed, turningaround and locking his terrified eyes with yours for only a second before ademo-dog ran up to his right and he hit it away.
He didn’t see Dart leapingtowards him from his left, not until too late, as he whipped around and saw thecreature in the air, about to rip him apart. You ran up to him with all thespeed you possibly had, swinging your crowbar in a perfect arc with so muchforce that the thing was thrown through the air and collapsed against the sideof a car with a thwack, leaving amassive dent in the door.
Steve was staring at you withhis mouth agape, and you heard Dustin yell the words, “THAT’S MY SISTER!” fromthe bus. That was when Dart and the others started to move again, and yougrabbed Steve’s hand, sprinting and pulling him along behind you as fast as youpossibly could, dodging the creatures flying at you from all directions, bothof you diving into the bus with all the might you had and throwing yourselvesagainst the metal floor, just as the demo-dogs all jumped at the door together.Dustin, Lucas, and Max immediately slammed the bus door shut as you and Stevecovered it with scrap metal, Steve protectively wrapping his arm around you andholding the sheet there with his legs.
The kids were all yelling overeach other in chaos, but the only thing you could fully understand was Lucasyelling, “THEY CAN’T GET IN, THEY CAN’T!”
         Just as hesaid it the scrap metal went flying back and the kids went running away fromthe door, Steve pushing you behind him and jumping in front of you, hittingaway the demo-dog with his bat as Dustin frantically called for help over hisheadset. You rushed over to Dustin, Lucas, and Max, as dents appeared in themetal next to them as the demo-dogs threw themselves at every possibleentrance, lifting up your crowbar to protect them.
         The kidswere yelling their heads off, and you heard loud stomping on the roof as dentsappeared there, too, before Max screamed at the top of her lungs from beneaththe ladder, where a demo-dog was reaching its head in through the openemergency exit.
         Steve wasthere in an instant, screaming your name and pushing all the kids and youbehind him. You wrapped your arms around them, even though they were all fairlyclose to your size, holding them to you and protecting them. Steve wasscreaming at the thing, his bat raised above his head, about to swing, when theroaring stopped. The demo-dog lifted its head, let a screech out into the nightair, and just like that, it took off, sprinting away with all the others. Thebus shook back and forth under the weight of the things, but after a minute,Steve’s bat cautiously lowered, and he turned around.
         He walkedacross the bus and out the door again with it lifted behind his shouldercarefully, scanning the junkyard to make sure they were really gone.
         “What. Happened,”Lucas said, walking towards the door.
         “I…I don’tknow,” was Max’s reply.
         “Stevescared them off,” Dustin whispered in awe from the doorway.
         Steve turnedaround, finally lowering his bat for real. “No. No way.” He paused, looking atthe kids. “They’re going somewhere.”
         The kidsstarted talking to each other nervously, as Steve’s bat dropped from his handand hit the ground. You could see how drained he was, see the remnants of theadrenaline that had been pushing him through his fear disappearing.
And just like that, you letgo. You walked past the kids, all sitting in front of the door, and wentstraight to Steve’s arms. Your fingers clutched at his jacket, holding him astight as you could, as if at any second the world would be torn apart and youcould be separated. You felt his warm arms wrap around you, too, pulling youagainst him as much as he could, leaning down and burying his face in yourhair. You heard a small noise come from Steve, and it only took you a second torealize that he had let out a small sob.
This was your Steve. Most ofthe world looked and saw him as “King Steve”, the handsome athlete that wasclearly always so tough and strong, never subjecting himself to emotions oranything worth anything. But, this was the side of Steve that he only ever showedto you, the side no one else had ever seen of him. This vulnerable, innocentboy that just needed someone to hold him and tell him that everything was goingto be okay.
Even when he was with Nancy,he never went to her for anything like this. It was always you. That was how hehad known that he was in love with you. He had been with Nancy for only alittle while when he had realized it. But, you were too good for him. No matterhow much he loved you, you’d never go for him, so he never did anything aboutit. He just stayed with Nancy, even though it hurt him every day to even thinkabout you with other people, or anyone other than him.
You wrapped your arms aroundhim even tighter, reassuring him that you were there, that it was okay, that hehad saved you and the kids and that he was safe with you. He started shaking,wracked with sobs just out of shock for what had happened. You knew if youhadn’t been here, he would have just held it in, stayed strong for yourbrother, Max, and Lucas.
And then you started to crywith him: because of the pain you felt from head to toe, the surely developingbruises and scratches you had sustained, because only two hours ago you wereeating with friends and now you had almost watched the love of your life diewithout him even knowing how you felt, because if not for your stupid impulsethat you hadn’t even thought about before doing, Steve, your brother, Max,Lucas, and you all would have died, because that horrible thing out there had eaten the cat you’d had and loved for eightyears and slept next to every night, then almost killed everyone here, andbecause everything seemed to be crashing down on you and you didn’t know whatto do.
So, there you were: two peopleunwittingly, completely in love with each other, clutching onto each other likeyour lives depended on it, you crying into his shirt as he sobbed into yourhair, all as three kids you loved with all your heart sat and watched the twoof you solemnly, feeling every emotion the two of you felt and seeing theobvious one neither of you knew the other carried.
 ~
           “Is thisreally necessary?” Steve groaned, holding the dead demo-dog’s body in his armswith a disgusted look on his face.
         “Seriously,Dusty, I love you and all, but this is—this is absolutely disgusting,” yousaid, standing between the two boys next to the fridge, looking back and forthbetween the pile of Joyce Byers’ food and shelving on the floor and thecreature in Steve’s arms.
         “Yes, it is,okay? This is a groundbreaking scientificdiscovery, we can’t just bury it like a common mammal, okay, it’s not a dog!”Your brother sped through his words, which you weren’t sure were directed atyou or Steve.
         Stevestepped forward towards the fridge, only muttering, “Fine, but you’re explainingthis to Ms. Byers, alright?”
         He tried toawkwardly shove the thing in the fridge, making you cringe as the disgustingslime spread all over, continuously hitting into everything and knocking thefew remaining food products around. “Dustin, door, door, door, door, door,” heyelled, not turning around as Dustin ran up and closed the door, creating adisgusting squelch sound as the thingwas successfully pushed in.
         “Okay,”Steve breathed out, affectionately moving Dustin’s hat around on his head beforewalking into the next room, leaving you smiling at your two favorite boys.
         You took aminute to put the remnants of the Byers’ food back on their table, making sureeverything salvageable was there so they could find it before you walked backinto the room where everyone else was.
         “Right, somy point is—” you walked in to see all the kids staring expectantly at Steveand you leaned against the doorway, smiling at him. “Yeah, we’re on the bench,so there’s nothing we can do.”
         After apause, you heard your brother’s voice. “That’s not entirely true.” Everyone,including you and Steve looked at him. “The demo-dogs, they have a hive mind.When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”
         The kids allstarted talking over each other with different tidbits of information andthings that you could do before Steve interrupted them, throwing his hands upin the air. “Yeah, and then we all die.”
         “That’s onepoint of view,” your brother said.
         “What? No,that’s not a point of view, that’s a fact!” Steve cried.
         Mike turnedand started walking through the house, pointing out the main location of thehive mind and where the demo-dogs would be called to, as Dustin, Max, Lucas,and him all started yelling over each other. All you could make out wereclippings of words like the Mind-Flayer and the gate, before Steve yelled overthem all, clapping his hands.
         “Hey! Hey!Hey! This is not happening. No, no, no, no, no, no buts. I promised to keep youshitheads safe and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. We’re staying here, onthe bench, and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Okay, doeseverybody understand that?”
         “This isn’ta stupid sports game!” Mike yelled.
         “I said,does everybody understand that? I need a yes.”
         The roomwent quiet for a minute before Max, Lucas, Dustin, and Mike all turned to lookat you.
         “What—whatare you guys all looking at me for?”
         “What do yousay, Y/N?” Mike asked.
         “Yeah, yourword holds just as much power as Steve’s,” Max said.
         “Well, duh,she’s the only one the dipshit’ll listen to,” your brother mumbled, earning asmack on the back of the head from a blushing Steve, which, luckily, you hadn’tnoticed.
         “Guys, I…”you paused, realizing how intensely they were all staring at you, Steve’s eyespleading. “Steve’s right. It’s—it’s too dangerous.” All the kids looked down atthe ground, and a heavy, dead silence filled the room for only a few secondsbefore you spoke again. “But…” Their heads shot up. “We…we’ve all alreadyfought off this many deadly monsters tonight. I mean, we do have a deadDemogorgon shoved in the freaking fridge over there. And…if we have a chance,right here, right now, to save our friends, to save our families, to save thewhole damn world—I say we take it. It’s not smart, in fact, it’s stupid andballsy as hell, Steve’s right about that, but…after all I’ve seen and all youguys have seen, I’m willing to grab my crowbar and go save our friends. I’mready to kill those sons of bitches once and for all.”
         There wassilence for only a second before your brother erupted in applause. “Hear,hear!”
         Steve lookedat you for a second before looking down at the ground, smiling and shaking hishead. “O-okay.” The kids all whipped around, gaping at him. “I still hate this plan, don’t get me wrong, andI’d do anything to stop you all from doing it, but I know for a fact that onceY/N’s set on something, there’s no backing her down. So, I’m with youshitheads.” Your eyes locked and you smiled at him, mouthing a silent thank you.
         A noise likean engine came from outside, and you saw Max turn around and run to the window,fear written across her face.
         “It’s mybrother. He can’t know I’m here, he’ll kill me.” She turned to Lucas. “He’llkill us.”
         “Max…” yousaid quietly. “Your brother, is he—”
         “BillyHargrove.”
You looked up at Steve to seethat he was already looking down at you. Without thinking about it, he quicklykissed you on the forehead and walked out the front door, leaving you staringafter him.
You watched them through thefront door peephole, as Steve slowly approached Billy and they talked. Stevewas loyal to a fault, you had no doubt he was out there sarcastically defendingyou and the kids, doing everything he could to keep Billy’s attention on himand not on who could be inside the house.
You hated Billy Hargrove witha passion. Every day he would grab your ass, or catcall you in the hallways, oroffer you certain “extracurricular activities” you continuously told him youweren’t interested in. And in all honesty, if not for Steve, you’d be afraid ofhim. He wasn’t just some stupid guy hitting on you. He was smart, andcalculating, and evil, and you knew he had no problem with taking whatever hewanted. But, for all the hate you carried for Billy, Steve had quadruple it,and you knew you were fine with him around.
You saw Billy blow a puff ofcigarette smoke into Steve’s face, and you turned to see the kids, only torealize that they were looking through the window in almost unmissable view.
Panicked, you whisper-shouted,“No! Guys, get down!”, but it was too late. Billy had seen them. Both he andSteve turned to face the window, Steve’s mouth clearly saying the words “ohshit”, before he turned around and Billy’s fist connected with his jaw,knocking him to the ground.
You whipped around. “Guys, Ineed you to back up right now, get behind me and go hide—” You were cut off bythe sound of the door being thrown open behind you.
You turned around, eyes wide.
“Damn, L/N, is that you?” hesmirked. “I don’t know what you’re doing here with Harrington and mystepsister, but let me tell you, this skin-tight tank top, hot, action movielook is really working for you.” He stepped closer to you until he was loomingover you, his face only an inch from yours.
You opened your mouth to saysomething when Billy saw Lucas behind you and stepped away from you.
“I thought I told you to stayaway from him,” he said to Max, gesturing to Lucas.
“Billy—”
“You disobeyed me. And youknow what happens when you disobey me. I break stuff.”
Just like that, he picked upLucas, lifted him up, and slammed him against the cabinet as hard as he could.All the kids started screaming over each other as you yelled, “Billy, no!”
Without even thinking aboutit, you turned and picked up the first thing you saw, a frying pan, lifted itbehind your right shoulder, and swung it as hard as you could, right intoBilly’s head.
Disoriented, he dropped Lucasto the ground, before turning around and focusing on you. You were happy to seethat there was blood dripping down his forehead.
He lifted you up by the waistimmediately, forcing your legs around his waist as he shoved you against thewall, holding your wrists so you couldn’t move. He was pressed up against you,you tightly wrapped around him with your tank top riding up and exposing your stomach,against your will, his face right in front of yours as you shrieked for thekids to run.
“DUSTIN, GET THEM OUT OF HERE!GET STEVE AND GO, PLEASE!”
With a smirk, Billy kissedyour neck as you screamed, before harshly pushing his lips against yours, silencingyou.
You heard Dustin start toyell, “LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!” before he was cut off by your hero coming tosave the day.
“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MYGIRLFRIEND!” Steve yelled, angrier than you had ever heard anyone in your life,before he ripped Billy off of you, punching him in the face as hard as he couldand knocking him to the ground.
Girlfriend?Was that what he just said?
You slid down the wall,hitting the floor, but not before Billy turned around and grinned wickedly atyou one more time, picking a plate up off the ground and smashing it on top ofyour head quicker than Steve had a chance to stop it.
Steve’s cry of “Y/N!” and aloud crunch as Billy’s fist connected with his face again was the last thingyou heard before everything went black.
 ~
 Steve’s eyes opened slowly,everything a blurry mess. His face felt worse than anything he had felt before,it was like he had been run over by a bulldozer a million times over again. Hewas breathing heavily through his mouth—his nose was too bloody, and everybreath seemed to make his head pound even more. His eyes were both half closed,bruised shut, but he still tried his best to look around and figure out wherehe was.
“Y/N?” he muttered, looking tohis left to see that it was not, in fact, Y/N, but Mike, who was giving him themost confused look he had ever seen a kid wear.
Steve groaned, reaching up totouch his face, only to have Dustin’s hand pull his away, speaking in a softvoice. “Hey, hey, don’t touch, okay?” The words echoed through Steve’s ringingears, making it seem like a hallucination. He looked over to see what he wassure was Dustin’s blurry face. “Hey, buddy. Shhh...shhh…” Steve closed his eyesfor a moment. “You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you put up agood fight, buddy, okay, you’re okay.”
“Y/N…Dustin, where’s Y/N…”Steve groaned, trying to make sense of everything.
“God, you’re out of it,”Dustin laughed quietly. “And whipped for my sister. She’s okay, buddy, yousaved her, okay? She’s just unconscious. Trust me when I say she’s in way better shape than you are right now.Like, if she was out of your league before, now—”
“Dustin…where…” Steve tried toget out the words, but mostly just mumbled incoherently.
“Dude, you’re literally layingon top of her right now.”
With all the effort he had,Steve moved his head to look up, realizing that his head was resting on your lap.Your eyes were shut, your mouth slightly open, only a little bit of dried bloodcircling your forehead. But otherwise, you were okay. You were fine. Steve letout a sigh of relief, which sounded more like a desperate gasp for air. Herealized that there was a blood stain across your stomach, staining the grayfabric, and only panicked for a second before realizing it came from himself.
Suddenly, you coughed for air,your eyes slowly fluttering open. You were a little dizzy and everything wasstill sort of spinning, but otherwise everything was okay. You heard yourbrother’s voice from beside you make some joke about being glad Sleeping Beautycould join us, before you looked down and saw Steve’s head in your lap.
For a second, you were justoverjoyed that he was there, that he was okay, but then you saw the shape hewas in and gasped, covering your mouth with your hand.
“Steve…”
He groaned and you winced,knowing the immense pain he must have been in. “...Hen…der…son?” he coughed,choking on his own blood. You had to use every bit of nerve you had in you notto cry. “You…you o-okay?” He winced at the ringing in his own ears, looking upat you with pained eyes.
You nodded at him and smiledsweetly, gently running your fingers through his hair without thinking.“Yeah…I’m okay, Harrington. Thanks to my knight in shining armor.” You paused.“You know, even covered in rainbow band-aids, you have no idea how happy I amto see that pretty face of yours.”
He tried to smile, but endedup groaning at the pain it put his face in. “You…think I’m…pretty?”
You grinned at him, shakingyour head. “Of course that’s what you got from that.” All of a sudden your headstarted pounding and you grimaced, lifting your hand to your forehead. Stevewas still looking at you with groggy concern until he realized that- if youweren’t driving and he wasn’t, someone else was.
He heard Lucas’ voice ringingthrough his head from the passenger seat, giving driving instructions, and withmore alertness than he had had this whole time, he looked forward to see asmall redheaded girl at the wheel.
“Whas…whas going ong…” hisvoice came out. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”
“Steve, what—” you looked up,your eyes getting wide. “Oh my god. Oh mygod.”
“Hey guys, relax, she candrive,” Dustin said.
“Yeah, in a parking lot!” Mikeyelled.
“That counts!” Lucas chimedin.
“Oh my god,” Steve criedagain, clearly panicking, his words slurring together more and more by thesecond. You were gripping onto him, trying not to panic yourself.
“Look, Y/N’s got a really badconcussion, and Steve’s pretty self-explanatory, so what were our options?”your brother cried, waving his hands in the air.
“No. Oh my god. Nooo,” Steveslurred faster, everything sounding like a garbled mess.
“Hey, look, they all wanted toleave you behind and just bring Y/N, but I said you’d be cool.”
“Noooo!” Steve moaned,freaking out.
“Max, what’s going on?” youcried as she slammed on the gas, accelerating the car forward faster than you’dever seen, other than when Billy drove. “Max, what are you doing?”
“Oh my- whoaaaa, stop the car.Slow down,” Steve yelled, sounding slightly more like his regular voice thanbefore. You could see his eyes getting a little sharper.
“I told you he’d freak out!”Mike yelled.
“STOP THE CAR!” he screamed,gripping onto your hand like his life depended on it.
“MAX, PLEASE!” you pleaded,your pounding head stopping you from thinking straight. “Max, stop!”
“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” sheyelled as the car hit 90 mph. “I’M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!”
“THAT’S MT. SINAI, MAKE ALEFT!” Lucas yelled.
“WHAT?”
“MAKE A LEFT!”
Max swerved to the left,throwing everyone in the car forward, including you. You were thrown onto thefloor, laying right on top of Steve, your noses almost touching as the carrocketed in the other direction, hitting a sign that went flying over the car,denting the roof, as the car somehow sped up more, whizzing around the corner.
It was chaos: everyone screamingover each other, Lucas’ high and loud enough to break glass as Steve yelledunderneath you, his voice going in and out like crazy. While you screamed hisname, his arms instinctively wrapped around you like a seatbelt, your faceburying itself in the crook of his neck. The car kept flying forward until itcame to an abrupt stop, causing your brother and Mike to collapse to the flooron either sides of you as Steve frantically clutched at the seats, threw hishead back, and yelled something that sounded like an “AHHH HELLOOOOOOO”. Ittook you a minute to realize after the car stopped that they were all lookingat you and Steve, you on top of him as he held you tight against him, your haira mess as you clutched onto him like a life preserver. You blushed, awkwardly tryingto hide your face from Dustin.
“Y/N…” Steve coughed, hisvoice returned to normal, if not a little stuffy from his clogged nose. “Y/N,are you okay?”
“Yeah, Steve, I’m fine. We’refine.”
Everyone quickly piled out ofthe car, and you walked in front of it to see where Max had stopped whileeveryone else walked to the back and started searching through the trunk forsupplies. You were in the middle of one of the disgusting rotten pumpkinfields, only a few feet from a massive hole in the ground. Just looking at itmade your legs feel like lead, a sinking feeling of fear and dread filling youimmediately as the floating particles calmly passed by beneath you.
This was your worst nightmare,the thought of going back there again, the thought of being trapped by thishorrible place that you had no power against. This was the nightmare that wokeyou up almost every night, the nightmare that left you paralyzed until you hadenough courage to pick up the phone and call Steve. He had always promised thatit was over, that you’d never have to see it again, and that one day it wouldjust be a distant memory. Well, here you were, voluntarily walking straightback into it with him by your side.
Steve walked up behind you,your supplies in his hands, ready to pass over to you, when he saw you standingthere completely frozen, staring into the ground like it had some hold on you.You looked paralyzed, your eyes glazed over as you stared into it. Even on yourworst nights, he had never seen you like this. The supplies dropped to theground immediately as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you andturning you around to face him, holding you to him. “We’re gonna be okay,” hewhispered in your ear, and you nodded.
The kids started walking pastyou with full cans of gasoline, but neither of you paid any attention. You juststood there, hugging each other, until your brother’s voice forced you to stepapart.
“Steve,” Dustin said frombehind you. “Look, man, I know you’re still upset about this, and before youyell and scream and throw things or do anything you possibly can to keep usfrom going into that hellhole again, just listen to me. When a party member isin danger, it’s our duty to protect that party member. Now, you promised tokeep us safe. So—” he said, holding the nailed baseball bat forward for Steveto grab. “Keep us safe.”
Steve looked at you and thenback at Dustin before nodding, reaching forward, and taking the bat, givingyour brother a clap on the back.
Before you knew it, all thesupplies were on, and Steve was going down the hole, landing on the ground witha soft thud. You were next, a crowbar in one hand, a gun on your belt, alighter in your pocket, and your face shielded by goggles and a handkerchief.Steve turned around, opening his arms to catch you when you got to the bottomof the rope, knowing you had almost an extra foot more than him to fall becauseof your height. You slid down the rope almost expertly, falling through the airand hitting the ground by yourself gracefully on both feet, swinging thecrowbar around and sticking it on your belt, smirking at Steve’s slightlyshocked expression. Despite your landing, his arms had still naturally ended uparound your waist, and the two of your faces were only an inch apart.
“Well, looks like someone cantake care of herself,” he chuckled through the handkerchief, his voice a littlemuffled.
“Don’t worry, I can still findtime to take care of you, too,” you laughed.
“You know, I’m hurt, Y/N.After all we’ve been through together—” he joked, mockingly covering his heartwith one of his hands, leaving the other on your waist.
You looked down at his handand smiled. “Now, I’m starting to think you’re trying to seduce me here,Harrington,” you joked, gesturing to him holding you. Even in the darkness, youcould see his light blush as he awkwardly stepped away, mumbling an apology.“Steve, hey, I’m just kidding,” you said, reaching a hand up to cup one side ofhis face. Even though his mouth was covered, you saw his eyes crinkle in a grinas he brought both his hands up to your face, pulling you closer, too.
“Hey, lovebirds, a little helpgetting me down here?” your brother’s voice cut through the air, making youjump apart.
“I…I got it,” Steve said,walking over to the rope, looking down.
Soon enough, everyone was downthe hole and you were walking through the tunnels next to your brother, who wascarrying three different cans of gasoline and looking like a lunatic.
You had only been walking fora little while, but it had felt like forever. You didn’t know if it was the waytime worked down here or if it was just your anxiety about what was to comethat seemed like it was dragging everything out. You had taken Max and Dustinunder your wing, while Steve was with Lucas and Mike, walking ahead.
“Why don’t you just ask herout?” Mike had asked nonchalantly, looking up at Steve.
“What?”
“Y/N. Why don’t you just askher out? Look, dude, I’m not upset about it just because you and my sister justbroke up. She’s happier than ever, no offense. You were both obviously wrongfor each other, she’s been in love with Jonathan forever, and everyone knowshow long you’ve been in love with Y/N. Hell, I’m pretty sure Nancy even knewwhen she asked you out. So I don’t know why you don’t just ask out Y/N.”
“Look, it’s—it’s not thatsimple, okay? Yeah, I’ve been in love with Y/N forever, but…I’m not just goingto ask her out and throw away my best friend in the world when I don’t have achance in hell at her saying yes.”
“You’re kidding me, right?Please tell me you’re joking,” Lucas said.
“What do you mean, tell youI’m joking? That’s the truth!”
“How do you not know?”
“Not know what, dipshit?”
“How can’t you tell she’s inlove with you, too?”
“Because she’s not!”
“Of course she is! Everybodyin the world knows it!” Mike chimed in.
“No, she’s not!”
“Dude, I guarantee you thateveryone thinks you’re a couple, tells you that you should be a couple, or issad for you guys that you’re not a couple yet. Dustin’s probably told you amillion times, and he’s her brother, he’d know—”
“Lucas, she doesn’t love me!I’m her best friend, and that’s it, okay?!”
“Why the hell are you so surethat she’s not in love with you?” Lucas yelled.
“Because if a girl I was withfor a year couldn’t learn to love me and could lie to me about it so easily,how the hell am I supposed to think anyone could love me, let alone the mostperfect human being on the planet?”
There was silence for a momentbefore Mike spoke. “Steve, that’s not—"
“She’s perfect, guys. She’s the smartest, kindest, most talented,beautiful person I know—”
“Also badass,” Lucas cut in.
“Also badass—and she can haveany guy she wants! She’s the only person in this whole damn world that really caresabout me, who’s ever cared about me, and I- I love her so much, I don’t knowwhat I’d do if I lost her just because I’m a fucking idiot that ruinedeverything for a chance to tell her how I feel!”
It was quiet for a minute, andthen Lucas’ voice cut through the silence.
“Steve, that’s literally thestupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.”
“Well, you know what, it’s notlike you two can talk! You and that Max chick, and you pining after Eleven fora year and not doing anything about it when she comes back—forgive me if I’mnot about to take relationship advice from two little kids that don’t knowanything!”
“You know, Steve, you’re upsetright now, but it’s not our fault if you’re so stubborn and self-deprecatingthat you’re ruining your own life. And hers,” Mike said quietly.
Meanwhile, about twenty feetbehind the boys, you were walking along with a silent Max and Dustin, trying tothink about anything other than Steve. Looking down, you shook your head,kicking yourself for being so stupid. You hadn’t realized that Dustin hadnoticed.
When Steve was far enoughahead with Lucas and Mike that he wouldn’t hear you, Dustin turned to you.
“He’s in love with you, youknow.”
You turned to face him.“What?”
“Steve is head over heels,idiotically, completely and utterly in love with you.”
“Dustin—no, bud. I don’t knowwhat could possibly have given you that idea—”
“He told me.”
“Wait, what?” You stopped.
“He told me. It wasn’t like wedidn’t all already know, all he does is talk about you like you built thefriggin sky and stare at you when you’re not looking and do anything he can tomake you happy. I don’t know how you didn’t figure it out months ago. Iguarantee you anyone who’s ever even seen you two within twenty feet of eachother could tell you that.”
“Dustin, he—not like that.Even if he said he loved me, I’m sure he meant in just a friendly way, we’rebest friends, Dusty, it’s—”
“Y/N, I love you with all myheart, but you’re so blind. I’m literally telling you that the boy you’re inlove with has been in love with you for a year. He only started dating Nancy totry to get his mind off you because he didn’t think he had a chance, but itdidn’t take him long to realize that he couldn’t just fall out of love withyou! He doesn’t even know why he stayed with her for as long as he did, becauseboth of them were miserable the whole time, with her pining after Jonathan andhim freaking head over heels for you. I don’t know why you’re trying to fightit—”
Finally, you had hit yourbreaking point. “Because I’m scared, Dustin! I’m terrified because I’m so damnin love with him I’d do anything for him, and I’m scared that if maybe he doesfeel the same way as me, but it’s just because right now he misses Nancy and ina few weeks when he gets over her he’ll leave me and I’ll just be left asthis—this broken mess of a human being! And I don’t know if I’d be able to pickmyself back up. Not—not again, Dusty.” You took a breath. “Not that he feelsthe same way as me, anyway. Just…hypothetically, obviously.”
Dustin was quiet. He knew whatyou were saying was completely wrong, that Steve loved you way too much to everdo that to you, but he said nothing. You didn’t want to talk about it, and hewouldn’t push you. He just hoped somehow Steve had heard you and knew you feltthe same way.
You walked in silence for aminute or two. About a minute in, Max had reached over and grabbed your hand,and now you were just looking around, staring at the floating particlessurrounding you and willing yourself to believe that you could get all the kidsout of this okay.
“HELP! HELP!” you heard Mike’svoice screaming up ahead. On instinct, you started sprinting forward, alreadypulling your gun out of your pocket just in case.
Up ahead, you saw him. He wason the ground, one of those tentacle-like tendrils wrapping its way around hisleg. “Y/N! Steve!” he yelled.
Both you and Steve ran in fromseparate tunnels, sprinting over to Mike. Steve started hitting the tendril ashard as he could with his baseball bat, but it would only split for a secondbefore joining back together.
“Steve, stop,” you told him,looking up into his scared eyes. “Back up a second.”
You pulled the gun out of yourpocket and aimed it directly at Mike’s leg.
“Y/N, what are you—”
“Mike, don’t move.” And withthat instruction, you pulled the trigger, blowing the tentacle off his leg inan instant.
All the kids were staring atyou, their mouths agape. “How did you—”
“I have no idea. I’ve neverused one of these things before.”
You thought Steve’s mouth hadhit the floor. “Well, hot damn, princess.”
Suddenly, you heard a loudroar, and you rushed in front of the kids, blocking them immediately.
Standing only a few feet infront of you was a demo-dog, snarling ferociously. Dustin pushed you aside,stepping in front of you.
“Dustin? Dustin, what areyou—”
“Y/N, it’s Dart.”
You stepped back cautiously asDustin marched up to the thing, immediately grabbing Steve’s hand. He lookedover at you with shining eyes, squeezing your hand to reassure you Dustin wasgoing to be okay.
“Hey, Dart,” Dustin saidsoftly, kneeling down in front of it. “It’s me, it’s me, it’s Dustin.”
You gripped Steve’s handharder, stepping closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
“Hey, it’s Dust—” he was cutoff as Dart’s face opened up and the demo-dog let out a ferocious screech,making you jump back in shock and fear as Steve’s grip naturally tightened onyou, steadying you as your hand flew to your mouth.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I’m sorryabout the storm cellar. That was a pretty douchey thing to do.” Dart steppedaway, almost as if he could understand him.
“You hungry? Yeah,” yourbrother laughed, slipping off his backpack. “I’ve got our favorite. Nougat.” Helifted a Three Musketeers bar to show the creature.
Dustin started to unwrap it,laying a chunk of the chocolate bar down in front of Dart with one hand whilewaving with the other for the rest of you to walk by. Automatically, you pushedLucas, Max, and Mike in front of you, Steve and you following behind quicklybut cautiously. After a moment, Dustin stood up, adjusted his goggles, andfollowed the rest of you, leaving his once-pet to finish off the candy. Thesecond you were out of the way, you whipped around, throwing your arms aroundyour little (almost taller than you) brother, whispering “don’t ever scare melike that again” in his ear before letting him go.
When the two of you looked up,you realized what the others already had—you were standing at one of theentrances of the “hive”. Steve was already sealing the walls and ceiling, whilethe others were grabbing their gasoline canisters and getting ready to startdumping. You nodded at Dustin, who grabbed his gasoline can and joined thekids, while you walked over to Steve and stood beside him.
“Are you okay?” you askedquietly, so he knew he didn’t have to worry about the others hearing.
“I’m fine—” he said instantly,his voice wavering before he paused and shook his head. “I’m terrified, Y/N.”
“Terrified?”
“Of letting you all down. Thatcoming down here really was a death trap and I’m about to get you and all theseincredible kids killed and it’ll be all my fault. Or that this is all fornothing and we’re all going to die anyway. I’m scared out of my mind, Y/N.”
“Steve…no matter what, Ijust…I want you to know that I—”
“Steve, Y/N, we’re ready togo!” Dustin yelled, cutting you off mid-sentence.
Steve took a deep breath.“Okay. Okay. Everybody get to the entrance of that tunnel over there. I’m gonnalight this fucker and the second that lighter goes in the air we’re going torun like hell. And no matter what, just getto the exit. Keep running until you’re out of here.” You couldn’t help butnotice him looking right at you at the last part.
Everyone followed Steve’sinstructions, bunching up next to the entrance and preparing to go. Sensing hisfear, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down towards you in a hug.“Steve, it’s okay. They’re going to be fine. They’re tough kids, this isn’ttheir first time down here. They’re gonna be okay.”
He pulled away so he couldlook you in the eyes, and you felt every defense you had put up to shieldyourself from your own fear collapse inward. “What about you?”
“Me?” you almost whispered.
“What if something happens toyou? What if I can’t get you out of here and it’s my fault?”
“Steve…we are going to make it out of this together. Both of us are going to go home tonight, and so are all four ofthese kids. We’re going to be fine.”
“Okay,” he took a deep breath.“Okay guys, everybody get ready. I’m gonna count down from five, and then Ineed you guys to turn around and run like your asses depend on it. Ready? 5…4…3…2…1!”
The lighter hit the ground,and just like that, Steve’s hand was in yours, the room had burst into a fieryinferno, and you were running faster than you ever had before. Everything was ablur, only running and fear, until you and the kids saw the exit.
“Alright, guys,” you said.“I’m going to give each of you a boost and you’re going to climb out of here,okay?”
“Why not Steve? Isn’t hetaller and’ll get more leverage?” Dustin asked.
“Who’s the cheerleader here,Dusty? Alright, you first, come here. 1…2…3!” You pushed him up with all yourmight, getting him close enough to grab the ledge and pull himself through thehole. “Good job, bud. Okay, Mike…”
After all the kids were up,you turned to Steve. “So how are we going to do thi—”
You were cut off by somethingthat sounded like the roar of thunder, multiplied by three thousand. Shrill noisesfilled the air, and the second you heard it, you turned to Steve with wideeyes. “Steve, those are—”
And before you could evencomplete what you were saying, hundreds of demo-dogs burst into your view. “Ohmy god. Oh my god.” You felt panicked tears gathering in your eyes. “Steve,what do we do? What do we do, we can’t get up, there’s so many, I don’t know—”They were rapidly growing closer, only a few yards away at this point. A fewseconds to your death.
You looked up at him with wideeyes and whispered, “Steve, I—”
Before you could finish, hisarms flung around you, pressing you against him, and his lips crashed ontoyours.
And in that moment, there werehundreds of demo-dogs racing around you, brushing your legs and shrieking asyou were trapped in the deadly, otherworldly tunnels with seemingly no chanceof survival—but all you knew was your heartbeat beating so quickly alongsidehis.
Your arms wrapped around hisneck, your fingers tangling in his hair as your lips moved against his. And allthere was in the world was you and Steve and the feeling like you were flying.It wasn’t until all the demo-dogs had run past that you slowly separated, bothof you breathing heavily and staring into each other’s eyes in a mix of shockand adoration.
You looked at him inanticipation, waiting to hear the words that you had been hoping to come out ofhis mouth for a year. But all he said was, “I-I’m sorry,” before turning away,leaving your heart to sink to the floor.
 ~
 That night after everythingwas over and the world had been saved, Steve drove you and Dustin home,watching through the mirror as you curled up and slept on a wide-awake Dustin’sshoulder. Your hair was a mess, you were covered in dirt, blood, and slime,there was a gun connected to your belt, and you had been through literal helland back that night—but there you were, passing out on your brother’s shoulderand looking as beautiful as ever. After about five minutes, Dustin finallywhispered, “Why are you doing this to yourself and to Y/N?”
“What do you mean, Dustin?” hesaid, sounding completely drained.
“You keep pushing her away,thinking you’re not good enough for her to love you or some complete bullshitlike that, that you’re saving yourself the hurt. But, all you’re doing ishurting both of you in the process.”
The rest of the ride wassilent aside from your deep breaths.
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 It had been a few weeks fromthat night, and nothing had changed. Other than the fact that Eleven was back,Max was officially “part of the group”, Billy hit on you slightly less thanusual, and your nightmares were worse than ever before. But this time youdidn’t have Steve to get you through them.
You and Steve were still bestfriends, nothing had changed there. You were still inseparable. He was alwaysat your house, at your locker, driving you home, etc. But you just couldn’tbring yourself to pick up that phone and call him anymore after he had kissedyou. At school was fine, but at night, when you were alone in your bed, youcouldn’t bear to have him hold you and whisper in your ear and fall asleep nextto you, knowing that nothing would ever happen between the two of you becausehe was so appalled by kissing you he would apologize for doing it. And youdefinitely didn’t have the will to tell him that most of the time yournightmares were about losing him.
So, you told him thenightmares had stopped. And whenever he asked why you had black rings underyour eyes or hadn’t slept the night before, you lied.
That day was the middle schooldance, which you were volunteering at for your brother. Hence, you needed aquick ride home, and Steve was the man for the job.
As you climbed in the car, yousmiled at him, throwing your backpack to the floor. “Hey, beautiful,” he saidwith a smile.
“Hey, Mediocrity At Its Best,”you grinned. “You bringing my brother and I to the dance tonight?”
“You know it.”
“Great,” you smiled at him. Itwas just a small smile, but he lit up inside, knowing that that flash of whiteteeth and the happiness on your face had been caused by him. God, he was introuble.
You yawned, only thenrealizing the full extent of your exhaustion and the toll that going three dayswithout any sleep was taking on you. “Hey, Steve, do you mind if I nap the wayhome? I’m so tired.”
“Yeah, go for it. Get in asmuch rest as you can. You know Dustin and the rest of them’ll be so hyper afterthe dance neither of us are gonna get to sleep tonight.”
You laughed a little. “Yeah,you’re right. Alright, ‘night Steve.”
He laughed, too. “Night, Y/N.”
As you closed your eyes, youalmost immediately sunk into a deep sleep. And, with deep sleep, came thehorrible nightmares you had been avoiding for days.
You hadn’t realized it, butafter only a few minutes, you had started thrashing around, whimpering andcrying out in your sleep. Steve was trying to push through, to not mess withyou and to just let you sleep and get you home, but when you screamed out hisname in terror he pulled the car to the side of the road as quickly as possibleand grabbed your hand.
“Y/N! Y/N, please, please,wake up,” he said, emotion filling his voice.
Your eyes flew open and youpanted heavily, the tears racing down your face quickly and without control.You wiped at them frantically, your breaths getting heavier and more ragged bythe second.
“Hey, hey,” Steve saidquietly, reaching his arms around you in an embrace. “It’s okay.” He strokedyour hair as you cried into his shoulder for a moment, only letting go of youwhen you suddenly pulled away and wiped at your tears quickly.
“I thought the nightmares wentaway. What—what happened?”
Suddenly, you were angry. Youwere angry about these nightmares that haunted you everywhere you went, angryat the world for shoving you in this mess, angry at Steve for making you fallin love with him. You were frustrated, and finally you were ready to snap.
“I had the same nightmarethat’s kept me up the last month, Steve. The same one that leaves me screaming my head off and sobbing myself tosleep every night. Well, every night that I actually go to sleep, anyway,I’ve been mostly trying to avoid sleep lately, it hurts too much to go to bedevery night and know that I’m going to watch you die in a million ways rightbefore my eyes. Most of the time it goes a little something like you and me inthe Upside Down, I’m hugging you and then out of nowhere Dustin’s voice screamsthat I have to choose to save you or let you die, and I never know what thatmeans, and then Dart leaps out of the wall and shreds you to pieces right infront of me, but somehow I can never move because I’m trapped, and you laythere screaming and bawling my name, yelling at me and telling me that I couldhave saved you, that I’m doing this to you, that I’m killing you, and thenDustin starts yelling the same thing, then Mike, then Lucas, then Max, untilI’m screaming my lungs out over it all begging it to stop, begging for me tojust die and let it all be over, until I’m not trapped anymore and I collapseto the ground and crawl over to you, and you just grab my hand and say—say thatyou had loved me and then I killed you. And then you just die on the spot, butI can’t wake up. No, I just sit there with your blood spreading all over mewhether I’m touching you or not, and then I finally die and ‘wake up’ again insome new hell where you die again. And it happens over and over and over againuntil I wake up. And then the next night it happens again. And again. Andagain.”
He stared at you as tears randown your face and you angrily yelled all that you had been going through thelast month, and he felt genuine pain gather in himself and tears begin to prickat his own eyes. And when you had finished, his eyes looked right into yours ashe whispered, his voice filled with hurt, “Why did you lie? Why didn’t you tellme about this, or call me, or anything—”
“Why do you think, Steve?” yousnapped, your tears finally ceasing as you grabbed your backpack off the floorand pushed open the door.
“Thanks for the ride, but Ithink I’m just going to walk the rest of the way home,” you whispered, pain inyour voice. “See you at 6.” And with that, you slammed the door shut with aloud bang.
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 You stood in front of yourmirror in your room, smoothing out your dress and nervously re-adjusting youralready perfect hair. It wasn’t that you wanted or needed to look goodchaperoning for a middle school dance, it was just that you were so nervousabout seeing Steve after snapping at him today you felt a compulsive need to keepfidgeting with your hands. You felt awful about what you said, yet somehowrelieved. He hadn’t deserved for you to yell at him like that for something sofar out of his control, but he knew now. And with fear of him knowing camealmost a relief that you didn’t have to hide your nightmares from him anymore.You didn’t have to layer on concealer under your baggy eyes or drink ungodlyamounts of disgusting black coffee in the morning to convince him you werefine. But, you would have to eventually explain to him why the kiss had hurtyou so much—and that was what scared you the most.
Even though you were sure thetwo of you would be able to work it out tomorrow, you didn’t think you couldbear to see him tonight after only a few hours had passed between yourbreakdown. So, you had arranged a ride with Nancy and Jonathan, who werechaperoning with you, and you were hoping to sneak out before Steve even gotthere to pick up Dustin.
Unfortunately, fate was not onyour side tonight, because the doorbell rang that second, and your mother’sever-cheerful voice chimed through the house, “Steve’s here!”
You sighed, leaning your headagainst the wall. You weren’t only going to see him tonight, you were going tosee him in the tightest, most form-fitting, sexiestdress you had ever worn, heels, and more makeup than you would ever usuallywear. The dress wasn’t even that promiscuous by most standards, but themedium-sleeved blue lace top hugged your curves tightly, showing off your body,and the dress flared out just below the waist, making your boobs look bigger,your stomach flatter, and your waist smaller. You couldn’t believe your mom hadpicked it up on a whim that night for $5 while looking for a tie for Dustin.You looked and felt more beautiful than you ever had before. Your hair cascadedin perfectly done curls around your shoulders, and your silver make-up madeyour eyes shine, a glittery dusting of silver making you look magical as thelight rested on your collarbone.
“Y/N! Come on, Dustin’salready down here and I want pictures!”
You took a deep breath andstepped out into the hallway, not noticing Steve’s sharp intake of air when he caughta glimpse of you at the top of the steps.
With each step you took, Steve’sheart was racing faster and faster, his mouth dropping more and more. You wereabsolutely stunning.
Your mom clutched at her heart,exclaiming how beautiful her daughter was, but all Dustin noticed was the lookon Steve’s face and the blush on yours as you tried to avoid his gaze.
“Hey, Dusty!” you said with agrin. “Don’t you look handsome?” You adjusted his tie proudly. “All those girls’heads are gonna turn when they see you walk in. Especially with that hair, itadds an extra foot.” He smacked your arm, and both you and Steve laughed. “Wasthe hair his idea?” you laughed, pointing your thumb over at Steve, temporarilyforgetting all of the afternoon’s events.
“Yeah,” Dustin blushed.
“Well, you look way betterthan he does with it,” you said teasingly, to Steve’s dismay.
After a few pictures with youand Dustin, you, Dustin, and Steve, just you, just Dustin, and one very awkwardone with just you and Steve, a car honked outside.
“Sorry, Mom, that’s Nancy and Jonathan,”you said.
“Alright, honey, see you afterwards,”your mom said with a smile.
Steve looked over at you, surpriseand hurt in his eyes, his smile falling. “Wait, you’re not coming with Dustinand I?”
“I—I’m sorry, I just…” youtook a deep breath. “I gotta go, Steve. I’ll—I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And before he could sayanything else, you ran out the front door and jumped in the backseat of Nancy’scar, as Steve stood inside and watched it speed off.
After a minute of silence,Dustin looked up. “If we leave now, you can still get to the dance before Nancyand Jonathan. We have the shortcut back road they don’t know about.”
“Why would that matter,Dustin?”
“Because you need to get to mysister before she gets into the dance and win her over, damn it!”
 Steve’s car pulled into themiddle school parking lot and he turned to Dustin, who had a nervous look inhis eye as he looked in the doors at everyone dancing.
“Alright, so…we’re here. Justremember, when you get in there—”
“Pretend like I don’t care.”
“You don’t care.”
“I don’t care!”
“There you go, you’relearning, my friend.”
As Dustin reached up to pulldown the mirror, Steve turned to him.
“Hey.”
“What?”
“You look great, okay? Youlook great. You look great.”
“Great?”
“Great! Now, you’re gonna goin there—”
“Yeah!”
“Look like a million bucks—”
“Yeah!”
“And you’re gonna slay them.”
“Like a lion.” Your brotherlooked over at Steve with a sly look and attempted a cross between a tongueroll and a growl, making Steve shake his head.
“Yeah, uh, don’t do that,okay?”
“Alright,” Dustin noddedsolemnly.
Steve raised his hand andclasped it with Dustin’s before nodding. “Good luck.”
“You too.” At the look onSteve’s face, Dustin said, “It looks like Y/N just got here. Don’t screw up.”
And before Steve could sayanything else, Dustin hopped out of the car and walked over to his sister.Steve smiled as he saw Dustin’s mouth say something that looked like a “youlook great”. Those were the people he loved most in the world right there, you smilingthat beautiful smile of yours and Dustin grinning up at you, excited to go intohis first middle school dance. Before he knew it, the two of you began to walk,and while Dustin walked right in, being one of the last ones to arrive, youpaused at the bottom of the steps. You said something to Nancy and she gave youa sad smile and a comforting pat on the shoulder before she and Jonathan walkedin, leaving you standing on the bottom step alone.
Before his head even knew whathe was doing, Steve’s legs had pushed him out of the car, his arms slammed thedoor, and his beating heart was walking you over to the beautiful girl sittingdown on the steps of the middle school, staring at the sky and looking like shewas carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.
“Y/N?” he said softly.
Your eyes immediatelybrightened at the sound of his voice. You loved his voice, something you toldhim frequently. Nothing about it in particular, you just loved the way itsounded. Sometimes, you made him talk just so you could listen more intently totry to figure out what it was that you loved about his voice so specifically.But, you never found it. All you knew was that when he laughed or smiled while hespoke it was your favorite sound in the whole world.
“Steve? What are you doing here—”
“Y/N, I’ve never been more terrifiedof anything in my life than saying what I’m about to say, but I’ve held it infor a year and now I’m afraid I’ll never get another chance to say it again, soI’m just going to blurt it out now—I’m in love with you.” He didn’t notice yourwide eyes, or the tears gathering in them as you stood up and moved closer tohim. “I’m in love with your smile, your laugh, your voice, your personality,your eyes, and the way you make me feel when I’m around you. And even though Iknow, I know, that I could never doanything to make me deserve you, I just want you to know that—”
He was cut off by your lipsgently connecting with his, your hands intertwining in his hair as his arms instinctivelywrapped around your waist to pull you closer. The kiss was short, but as you pulledaway, the look in his eyes said it all.
“I’ve been head over heels foryou since you first picked up that stupid baseball bat a year ago and jumped infront of me to hit a Demogorgon into Ms. Byer’s dining table.”
“You…you really—”
The childlike grin spreadingacross his face was contagious as you buried your face in his sweater, gigglingagainst his chest. You felt his warm hand make its way to your face, his fingergently guiding your chin up so you were looking into his eyes that looked likethey had been melted into a soft, gooey chocolate. “I don’t think I’ve everbeen this happy in my life,” he whispered, the words making your heartdissolve.
You raised up onto yourtiptoes, pressing your lips against his again, but this time, when you parted,you rested your head on his chest, swaying back and forth to the music inside.
“You know, I should really goin there. Mr. Clarke’s gonna come out looking for me if we stay out here anylonger,” you said with a grin.
“I’d like to see him try.” Bothyou and Steve laughed, your voices filling the air.
“Do you want to come in withme? We were missing a chaperone, anyway. Then both of us can keep an eye onthose little shits in there.”
He grinned at you, his eyesfilled with adoration. “Sounds good to me.”
As you grabbed his hand and startedto pull him up the steps, you turned around and smiled at him, making his heartflutter. Everything he had wanted for the last year was finally right in front ofhim, and it was better than he ever thought it could be.
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Finally
Steve Harrington x Reader
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           You had been out at the local diner, sitting by the window with a pile of essay papers in front of you and a drink in your hand that you were swirling with your finger. A strand of hair fell in front of your eye and you delicately reached up and placed it back behind your ear, your French-manicured fingertips resting on your cheek, still intact from your last “girl’s night in” with your friends at your house. You were almost always busy with practices for something, always helping other people or working your butt off at whatever you were doing, so it was nice to get a little time to yourself amongst all the crazy. You had actually been out for lunch with a few other people, but when they had finished their meals and left, you had decided to stay back and work on your latest AP Lit essay.
         It was almost odd how you had adjusted back into regular life after all the Upside Down insanity. One moment you had been worried about whether you would be able to fit in going to the big “party of the year” with all your other friends between being the lead in the musical, maintaining your straight A’s, writing your next article as president of the school newspaper, cheerleading practice, volunteering at the animal shelter, tutoring, and helping your brother Dustin and his friends with their AV Club, and the next minute Will Byers was missing and you had to drop everything and fight to save not only yourself and your brother’s lives, but the whole world.
         Now, here you were again, only a little while after it seemed, and for the most part, you were okay. Still a straight A student, still almost guaranteed to be accepted into an Ivy League college, still the most loved and one of the most popular people in school. You had a personality that drew people into you, you were kind, you laughed a lot, you were happy. After all that had happened, you were still happy.
You still had nightmares, of course. Sometimes those horrible flashbacks of the Upside Down would come back to you and you’d wake up in a cold sweat, sobbing and screaming your head off. But, you always knew when you woke up that no matter how real it seemed, no matter how petrified you were, all you needed to do was pick up the phone on your nightstand and call Steve and he’d be there immediately. You loved your brother and his friends with all your heart, but no matter how many awkward, comforting hugs Dustin gave you, it never made you feel as safe as Steve did, just holding you in his arms and letting you cry into his chest. So, with shaking hands, you always picked up the phone and dialed the number you knew by heart, and in minutes he would be at your windowsill, arms wide open for you to run into.
         Steve had been your rock through this whole thing. You two had never been close before, only friends that occasionally talked as they passed each other in the hallway. But after you had both almost died protecting each other, it had pushed the two of you together. Now, he was easily your best friend in the world. No one at school really knew what had happened, one day you two had been acquaintances and the next you were inseparable, but everyone could tell how much you cared for each other and were happy for you.
         You had to admit that over the last year you had fallen for Steve, much more than you ever intended. He had been with Nancy, up until a few days ago, and it wasn’t right for you to feel the way you did about him. But, you couldn’t help that every time he walked into a room and saw you, his eyes would light up and a grin would stretch across his face, sending your heart pounding a million times an hour. You fell more for him every day, and you knew you had already passed the point of turning back.
         So now as you sat in your oversized NYU sweatshirt, your hair falling in waves framing your face, you stared out the window and thought of Steve Harrington. You heard your finger clicking your pen in a steady rhythm, which was mostly covered up by the thick fabric of your sweatshirt enveloping your hand. You should have been writing about the “critical role Atticus played in ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’”, but all you could think about was Steve’s arms wrapped around you and his eyes looking into yours, crinkling at the corners as he smiled down at you. It was a look that you knew too well, one that sent butterflies exploding in your stomach every time.
         Somehow in your daydreaming, you hadn’t noticed that Steve himself’s truck had flown into the parking lot of the diner—at least not until Dustin leapt out of the passenger seat, came running into the diner, whipped his head around until he saw you, ran towards your table, and started grabbing all your papers as fast as he could.
         “Dustin? Dustin, what the hell are you doing? What are you doing with my stuff—why are you here in Steve’s truck?” you cried out, to no answer. “Dustin Henderson, I swear to God, if you don’t tell me what’s going on right now—”
         “Y/N, I’m really sorry, there’s no time to explain, but I need you to get in the truck right now.”
         You stared at him for a second, and then you saw the look in his eyes and nodded. “Okay, Dusty, I’m coming.” You pulled a five dollar bill out of your pocket, set it down on the table, grabbed your papers from Dustin’s arms, shoved them in your bag, and ran out the door after him.
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         You were crouched inside the dingy bus in the junkyard, Steve and Dustin next to you, with Lucas and your brother’s new friend Max up on top. Dustin was sitting in a seat across from you, his head in his hands as he isolated himself from everyone else. You were sitting on the floor about a foot from Steve, and although your heart was racing at being in such close proximity to him, your concern for your little brother overruled all your other emotions. You looked over at Steve with worried eyes, only for him to smile at you, lift your hand with both of his, and hold it between his palms. He mouthed the words, “he’s okay” to you, and you instantly relaxed, smiling at him.
         After a second, Steve seemed to realize what he was doing, and awkwardly looked down, gently placing your hand back on your lap and nervously trying to play off what he had naturally done. You hadn’t noticed his heart begin to pound as your skin had come in contact with his own.
         With a smile, you scooched closer to him until you were against him and laid your head on his shoulder, wrapping your soft sleeves around his arm. Looking up at him, you saw that he was grinning down at you with adoration. You gazed into his eyes for a minute, studying their warm, chocolate-like hue, as he gazed back into yours, both of you holding an intense stare. It seemed like it should have been awkward, but it didn’t feel awkward at all. It just felt…right. His mouth fell slightly open as he looked down at you, just enough that it made you realize that the gap between your faces was much smaller than you realized, your noses almost touching.
         You self-consciously averted your eyes to the floor, breaking the connection between you. You felt both yourself and him let out a breath that neither of you knew you were holding, before you felt his warm fingertips against your cheek, gently directing your face so you were looking at him again.
         “Y/N…” was all he breathed out, his voice slightly shaky.
         Your head was tilted up right at him, both your hearts pounding out of your chests, when a loud sound like a roar echoed through the air, and the two of you, startled, jumped apart and rushed to the barred-in window, along with Dustin.
         “You see him?” your brother whispered, looking up towards Steve.
         “No,” was the reply, almost inaudible, as Steve’s eyes scanned over the area.
         Dustin whipped around, directing his voice to where he knew Lucas and Max were on top of the bus.
         “Lucas, what’s going on?”
         “Hold on!” you heard Lucas yell back after a few seconds. “I’ve got eyes! 10 o’clock! 10 o’clock!”
         Through the fog, you saw a large, dark shape, and heard a small growl. Looking up, you whispered as quietly as you could, “Steve—Steve, I see it.”
         Steve looked down at you, and although most people wouldn’t even notice it, you saw fear in his eyes. Unconsciously, you reached out and laced your fingers with his own, squeezing his hand in reassurance.
         “What’s he doing?” you heard Dustin say from the other side of the tall, brown-haired boy, who only shook his head subtly and whispered that he didn’t know.
         A few seconds passed, and you heard Steve’s voice rush out the words, “He’s not taking the bait—Y/N, why isn’t he taking the bait?”
         Your brother piped up quietly again, “Maybe he’s not hungry.”
         At that moment, the realization hit both you and Steve at the same time, and you looked up into his slowly widening eyes. “Maybe he’s sick of cow,” he said.
         He backed away from the window, dropping your hand, and standing by the ladder for a mere few seconds, before turning around and picking up his baseball bat and the lighter.
         “Steve—Steve, what are you doing? Steve?” you whispered, every word gaining speed as you realized what he was going to do.
         “Just…be ready,” he said, throwing the lighter into Dustin as he stared at Steve with wide eyes.
         He turned around and stood in front of the door. You felt tears start to gather in your eyes, tears of fear for the boy you knew you were in love with. “Steve, please…” you said, trying to cover your mouth with your hand.
         His eyes connected with yours for a second, and you saw a million different emotions in his eyes before he turned around, and slowly pushed open the door.
         His bat was raised behind his head like he was ready to take a swing, and you saw him flip it around for a second in front of him before returning it to its position.
         After a minute, he whistled a few times, and you heard his voice saying the words, “Come on, buddy,” before whistling again.
         At that moment, Max came scrambling down the ladder, asking Dustin what Steve was doing, but you tuned out his response, focusing all your energy on praying that he was going to be okay.
         “C’mon, it’s dinnertime. Human tastes better than cat, I promise,” you heard Steve say from a few yards away from Dart.
         You looked to your left to see Max whisper through the chainmail, “He’s insane”, only to have a massive grin stretch across Dustin’s face as he replied, “He’s awesome.”
         You felt an involuntary smile grow across your own face before whispering to yourself, “Yeah, he is.” You didn’t notice Dustin and Max’s small smiles as they looked over at you, staring out the window through the rusty chainmail at him with complete adoration in your eyes.
         Until the fog cleared, and you could see a ripple go through Dart’s body as he inched closer to Steve.
         You could physically feel Steve’s fear, see his wide eyes and the terror seize his body even though you could only see his back. You knew because he had stopped swinging his bat.
         “Steve, watch out!” you heard Lucas shriek through the bus.
         “I’m a little busy here!” Steve’s voice had yelled back.
         And then you saw them. Both the demo-dogs sneaking up behind Steve, flanking him on three sides.
         “STEVE!” you cried automatically, screaming your lungs out to make sure he heard you. The second he heard your voice, he whipped around, his eyes completely vulnerable. “STEVE, THERE’S TWO MORE! BEHIND YOU!”
         Just like that, he was swinging to protect his life, the things pouncing at him as he tried to knock them away.
         “STEVE!” Dustin screamed, running out of the bus. “Steve, abort, abort!”
         He rolled over a car, knocking away a demo-dog just in time as all the kids started to scream for him to run, waving their hands for him to get to the door.
         “He’s not going to make it,” you whispered to yourself. “Not on his own.”
         You ripped off your sweatshirt and threw it to the ground, leaving you in a gray tank top, before you picked a heavy metal crowbar off the ground, spinning it in your hand before pushing your way through the kids, all yelling your name, and running out to Steve.
“Y/N!” he screamed, turning around and locking his terrified eyes with yours for only a second before a demo-dog ran up to his right and he hit it away.
He didn’t see Dart leaping towards him from his left, not until too late, as he whipped around and saw the creature in the air, about to rip him apart. You ran up to him with all the speed you possibly had, swinging your crowbar in a perfect arc with so much force that the thing was thrown through the air and collapsed against the side of a car with a thwack, leaving a massive dent in the door.
Steve was staring at you with his mouth agape, and you heard Dustin yell the words, “THAT’S MY SISTER!” from the bus. That was when Dart and the others started to move again, and you grabbed Steve’s hand, sprinting and pulling him along behind you as fast as you possibly could, dodging the creatures flying at you from all directions, both of you diving into the bus with all the might you had and throwing yourselves against the metal floor, just as the demo-dogs all jumped at the door together. Dustin, Lucas, and Max immediately slammed the bus door shut as you and Steve covered it with scrap metal, Steve protectively wrapping his arm around you and holding the sheet there with his legs.
The kids were all yelling over each other in chaos, but the only thing you could fully understand was Lucas yelling, “THEY CAN’T GET IN, THEY CAN’T!”
         Just as he said it the scrap metal went flying back and the kids went running away from the door, Steve pushing you behind him and jumping in front of you, hitting away the demo-dog with his bat as Dustin frantically called for help over his headset. You rushed over to Dustin, Lucas, and Max, as dents appeared in the metal next to them as the demo-dogs threw themselves at every possible entrance, lifting up your crowbar to protect them.
         The kids were yelling their heads off, and you heard loud stomping on the roof as dents appeared there, too, before Max screamed at the top of her lungs from beneath the ladder, where a demo-dog was reaching its head in through the open emergency exit.
         Steve was there in an instant, screaming your name and pushing all the kids and you behind him. You wrapped your arms around them, even though they were all fairly close to your size, holding them to you and protecting them. Steve was screaming at the thing, his bat raised above his head, about to swing, when the roaring stopped. The demo-dog lifted its head, let a screech out into the night air, and just like that, it took off, sprinting away with all the others. The bus shook back and forth under the weight of the things, but after a minute, Steve’s bat cautiously lowered, and he turned around.
         He walked across the bus and out the door again with it lifted behind his shoulder carefully, scanning the junkyard to make sure they were really gone.
         “What. Happened,” Lucas said, walking towards the door.
         “I…I don’t know,” was Max’s reply.
         “Steve scared them off,” Dustin whispered in awe from the doorway.
         Steve turned around, finally lowering his bat for real. “No. No way.” He paused, looking at the kids. “They’re going somewhere.”
         The kids started talking to each other nervously, as Steve’s bat dropped from his hand and hit the ground. You could see how drained he was, see the remnants of the adrenaline that had been pushing him through his fear disappearing.
And just like that, you let go. You walked past the kids, all sitting in front of the door, and went straight to Steve’s arms. Your fingers clutched at his jacket, holding him as tight as you could, as if at any second the world would be torn apart and you could be separated. You felt his warm arms wrap around you, too, pulling you against him as much as he could, leaning down and burying his face in your hair. You heard a small noise come from Steve, and it only took you a second to realize that he had let out a small sob.
This was your Steve. Most of the world looked and saw him as “King Steve”, the handsome athlete that was clearly always so tough and strong, never subjecting himself to emotions or anything worth anything. But, this was the side of Steve that he only ever showed to you, the side no one else had ever seen of him. This vulnerable, innocent boy that just needed someone to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay.
Even when he was with Nancy, he never went to her for anything like this. It was always you. That was how he had known that he was in love with you. He had been with Nancy for only a little while when he had realized it. But, you were too good for him. No matter how much he loved you, you’d never go for him, so he never did anything about it. He just stayed with Nancy, even though it hurt him every day to even think about you with other people, or anyone other than him.
You wrapped your arms around him even tighter, reassuring him that you were there, that it was okay, that he had saved you and the kids and that he was safe with you. He started shaking, wracked with sobs just out of shock for what had happened. You knew if you hadn’t been here, he would have just held it in, stayed strong for your brother, Max, and Lucas.
And then you started to cry with him: because of the pain you felt from head to toe, the surely developing bruises and scratches you had sustained, because only two hours ago you were eating with friends and now you had almost watched the love of your life die without him even knowing how you felt, because if not for your stupid impulse that you hadn’t even thought about before doing, Steve, your brother, Max, Lucas, and you all would have died, because that horrible thing out there had eaten the cat you’d had and loved for eight years and slept next to every night, then almost killed everyone here, and because everything seemed to be crashing down on you and you didn’t know what to do.
So, there you were: two people unwittingly, completely in love with each other, clutching onto each other like your lives depended on it, you crying into his shirt as he sobbed into your hair, all as three kids you loved with all your heart sat and watched the two of you solemnly, feeling every emotion the two of you felt and seeing the obvious one neither of you knew the other carried.
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         “Is this really necessary?” Steve groaned, holding the dead demo-dog’s body in his arms with a disgusted look on his face.
         “Seriously, Dusty, I love you and all, but this is—this is absolutely disgusting,” you said, standing between the two boys next to the fridge, looking back and forth between the pile of Joyce Byers’ food and shelving on the floor and the creature in Steve’s arms.
         “Yes, it is, okay? This is a groundbreaking scientific discovery, we can’t just bury it like a common mammal, okay, it’s not a dog!” Your brother sped through his words, which you weren’t sure were directed at you or Steve.
         Steve stepped forward towards the fridge, only muttering, “Fine, but you’re explaining this to Ms. Byers, alright?”
         He tried to awkwardly shove the thing in the fridge, making you cringe as the disgusting slime spread all over, continuously hitting into everything and knocking the few remaining food products around. “Dustin, door, door, door, door, door,” he yelled, not turning around as Dustin ran up and closed the door, creating a disgusting squelch sound as the thing was successfully pushed in.
         “Okay,” Steve breathed out, affectionately moving Dustin’s hat around on his head before walking into the next room, leaving you smiling at your two favorite boys.
         You took a minute to put the remnants of the Byers’ food back on their table, making sure everything salvageable was there so they could find it before you walked back into the room where everyone else was.
         “Right, so my point is—” you walked in to see all the kids staring expectantly at Steve and you leaned against the doorway, smiling at him. “Yeah, we’re on the bench, so there’s nothing we can do.”
         After a pause, you heard your brother’s voice. “That’s not entirely true.” Everyone, including you and Steve looked at him. “The demo-dogs, they have a hive mind. When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”
         The kids all started talking over each other with different tidbits of information and things that you could do before Steve interrupted them, throwing his hands up in the air. “Yeah, and then we all die.”
         “That’s one point of view,” your brother said.
         “What? No, that’s not a point of view, that’s a fact!” Steve cried.
         Mike turned and started walking through the house, pointing out the main location of the hive mind and where the demo-dogs would be called to, as Dustin, Max, Lucas, and him all started yelling over each other. All you could make out were clippings of words like the Mind-Flayer and the gate, before Steve yelled over them all, clapping his hands.
         “Hey! Hey! Hey! This is not happening. No, no, no, no, no, no buts. I promised to keep you shitheads safe and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. We’re staying here, on the bench, and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Okay, does everybody understand that?”
         “This isn’t a stupid sports game!” Mike yelled.
         “I said, does everybody understand that? I need a yes.”
         The room went quiet for a minute before Max, Lucas, Dustin, and Mike all turned to look at you.
         “What—what are you guys all looking at me for?”
         “What do you say, Y/N?” Mike asked.
         “Yeah, your word holds just as much power as Steve’s,” Max said.
         “Well, duh, she’s the only one the dipshit’ll listen to,” your brother mumbled, earning a smack on the back of the head from a blushing Steve, which, luckily, you hadn’t noticed.
         “Guys, I…” you paused, realizing how intensely they were all staring at you, Steve’s eyes pleading. “Steve’s right. It’s—it’s too dangerous.” All the kids looked down at the ground, and a heavy, dead silence filled the room for only a few seconds before you spoke again. “But…” Their heads shot up. “We…we’ve all already fought off this many deadly monsters tonight. I mean, we do have a dead Demogorgon shoved in the freaking fridge over there. And…if we have a chance, right here, right now, to save our friends, to save our families, to save the whole damn world—I say we take it. It’s not smart, in fact, it’s stupid and ballsy as hell, Steve’s right about that, but…after all I’ve seen and all you guys have seen, I’m willing to grab my crowbar and go save our friends. I’m ready to kill those sons of bitches once and for all.”
         There was silence for only a second before your brother erupted in applause. “Hear, hear!”
         Steve looked at you for a second before looking down at the ground, smiling and shaking his head. “O-okay.” The kids all whipped around, gaping at him. “I still hate this plan, don’t get me wrong, and I’d do anything to stop you all from doing it, but I know for a fact that once Y/N’s set on something, there’s no backing her down. So, I’m with you shitheads.” Your eyes locked and you smiled at him, mouthing a silent thank you.
         A noise like an engine came from outside, and you saw Max turn around and run to the window, fear written across her face.
         “It’s my brother. He can’t know I’m here, he’ll kill me.” She turned to Lucas. “He’ll kill us.”
         “Max…” you said quietly. “Your brother, is he—”
         “Billy Hargrove.”
You looked up at Steve to see that he was already looking down at you. Without thinking about it, he quickly kissed you on the forehead and walked out the front door, leaving you staring after him.
You watched them through the front door peephole, as Steve slowly approached Billy and they talked. Steve was loyal to a fault, you had no doubt he was out there sarcastically defending you and the kids, doing everything he could to keep Billy’s attention on him and not on who could be inside the house.
You hated Billy Hargrove with a passion. Every day he would grab your ass, or catcall you in the hallways, or offer you certain “extracurricular activities” you continuously told him you weren’t interested in. And in all honesty, if not for Steve, you’d be afraid of him. He wasn’t just some stupid guy hitting on you. He was smart, and calculating, and evil, and you knew he had no problem with taking whatever he wanted. But, for all the hate you carried for Billy, Steve had quadruple it, and you knew you were fine with him around.
You saw Billy blow a puff of cigarette smoke into Steve’s face, and you turned to see the kids, only to realize that they were looking through the window in almost unmissable view.
Panicked, you whisper-shouted, “No! Guys, get down!”, but it was too late. Billy had seen them. Both he and Steve turned to face the window, Steve’s mouth clearly saying the words “oh shit”, before he turned around and Billy’s fist connected with his jaw, knocking him to the ground.
You whipped around. “Guys, I need you to back up right now, get behind me and go hide—” You were cut off by the sound of the door being thrown open behind you.
You turned around, eyes wide.
“Damn, L/N, is that you?” he smirked. “I don’t know what you’re doing here with Harrington and my stepsister, but let me tell you, this skin-tight tank top, hot, action movie look is really working for you.” He stepped closer to you until he was looming over you, his face only an inch from yours.
You opened your mouth to say something when Billy saw Lucas behind you and stepped away from you.
“I thought I told you to stay away from him,” he said to Max, gesturing to Lucas.
“Billy—”
“You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me. I break stuff.”
Just like that, he picked up Lucas, lifted him up, and slammed him against the cabinet as hard as he could. All the kids started screaming over each other as you yelled, “Billy, no!”
Without even thinking about it, you turned and picked up the first thing you saw, a frying pan, lifted it behind your right shoulder, and swung it as hard as you could, right into Billy’s head.
Disoriented, he dropped Lucas to the ground, before turning around and focusing on you. You were happy to see that there was blood dripping down his forehead.
He lifted you up by the waist immediately, forcing your legs around his waist as he shoved you against the wall, holding your wrists so you couldn’t move. He was pressed up against you, you tightly wrapped around him with your tank top riding up and exposing your stomach, against your will, his face right in front of yours as you shrieked for the kids to run.
“DUSTIN, GET THEM OUT OF HERE! GET STEVE AND GO, PLEASE!”
With a smirk, Billy kissed your neck as you screamed, before harshly pushing his lips against yours, silencing you.
You heard Dustin start to yell, “LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!” before he was cut off by your hero coming to save the day.
“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!” Steve yelled, angrier than you had ever heard anyone in your life, before he ripped Billy off of you, punching him in the face as hard as he could and knocking him to the ground.
Girlfriend? Was that what he just said?
You slid down the wall, hitting the floor, but not before Billy turned around and grinned wickedly at you one more time, picking a plate up off the ground and smashing it on top of your head quicker than Steve had a chance to stop it.
Steve’s cry of “Y/N!” and a loud crunch as Billy’s fist connected with his face again was the last thing you heard before everything went black.
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Steve’s eyes opened slowly, everything a blurry mess. His face felt worse than anything he had felt before, it was like he had been run over by a bulldozer a million times over again. He was breathing heavily through his mouth—his nose was too bloody, and every breath seemed to make his head pound even more. His eyes were both half closed, bruised shut, but he still tried his best to look around and figure out where he was.
“Y/N?” he muttered, looking to his left to see that it was not, in fact, Y/N, but Mike, who was giving him the most confused look he had ever seen a kid wear.
Steve groaned, reaching up to touch his face, only to have Dustin’s hand pull his away, speaking in a soft voice. “Hey, hey, don’t touch, okay?” The words echoed through Steve’s ringing ears, making it seem like a hallucination. He looked over to see what he was sure was Dustin’s blurry face. “Hey, buddy. Shhh…shhh…” Steve closed his eyes for a moment. “You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you put up a good fight, buddy, okay, you’re okay.”
“Y/N…Dustin, where’s Y/N…” Steve groaned, trying to make sense of everything.
“God, you’re out of it,” Dustin laughed quietly. “And whipped for my sister. She’s okay, buddy, you saved her, okay? She’s just unconscious. Trust me when I say she’s in way better shape than you are right now. Like, if she was out of your league before, now—”
“Dustin…where…” Steve tried to get out the words, but mostly just mumbled incoherently.
“Dude, you’re literally laying on top of her right now.”
With all the effort he had, Steve moved his head to look up, realizing that his head was resting on your lap. Your eyes were shut, your mouth slightly open, only a little bit of dried blood circling your forehead. But otherwise, you were okay. You were fine. Steve let out a sigh of relief, which sounded more like a desperate gasp for air. He realized that there was a blood stain across your stomach, staining the gray fabric, and only panicked for a second before realizing it came from himself.
Suddenly, you coughed for air, your eyes slowly fluttering open. You were a little dizzy and everything was still sort of spinning, but otherwise everything was okay. You heard your brother’s voice from beside you make some joke about being glad Sleeping Beauty could join us, before you looked down and saw Steve’s head in your lap.
For a second, you were just overjoyed that he was there, that he was okay, but then you saw the shape he was in and gasped, covering your mouth with your hand.
“Steve…”
He groaned and you winced, knowing the immense pain he must have been in. “…Hen…der…son?” he coughed, choking on his own blood. You had to use every bit of nerve you had in you not to cry. “You…you o-okay?” He winced at the ringing in his own ears, looking up at you with pained eyes.
You nodded at him and smiled sweetly, gently running your fingers through his hair without thinking. “Yeah…I’m okay, Harrington. Thanks to my knight in shining armor.” You paused. “You know, even covered in rainbow band-aids, you have no idea how happy I am to see that pretty face of yours.”
He tried to smile, but ended up groaning at the pain it put his face in. “You…think I’m…pretty?”
You grinned at him, shaking your head. “Of course that’s what you got from that.” All of a sudden your head started pounding and you grimaced, lifting your hand to your forehead. Steve was still looking at you with groggy concern until he realized that- if you weren’t driving and he wasn’t, someone else was.
He heard Lucas’ voice ringing through his head from the passenger seat, giving driving instructions, and with more alertness than he had had this whole time, he looked forward to see a small redheaded girl at the wheel.
“Whas…whas going ong…” his voice came out. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”
“Steve, what—” you looked up, your eyes getting wide. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”
“Hey guys, relax, she can drive,” Dustin said.
“Yeah, in a parking lot!” Mike yelled.
“That counts!” Lucas chimed in.
“Oh my god,” Steve cried again, clearly panicking, his words slurring together more and more by the second. You were gripping onto him, trying not to panic yourself.
“Look, Y/N’s got a really bad concussion, and Steve’s pretty self-explanatory, so what were our options?” your brother cried, waving his hands in the air.
“No. Oh my god. Nooo,” Steve slurred faster, everything sounding like a garbled mess.
“Hey, look, they all wanted to leave you behind and just bring Y/N, but I said you’d be cool.”
“Noooo!” Steve moaned, freaking out.
“Max, what’s going on?” you cried as she slammed on the gas, accelerating the car forward faster than you’d ever seen, other than when Billy drove. “Max, what are you doing?”
“Oh my- whoaaaa, stop the car. Slow down,” Steve yelled, sounding slightly more like his regular voice than before. You could see his eyes getting a little sharper.
“I told you he’d freak out!” Mike yelled.
“STOP THE CAR!” he screamed, gripping onto your hand like his life depended on it.
“MAX, PLEASE!” you pleaded, your pounding head stopping you from thinking straight. “Max, stop!”
“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” she yelled as the car hit 90 mph. “I’M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!”
“THAT’S MT. SINAI, MAKE A LEFT!” Lucas yelled.
“WHAT?”
“MAKE A LEFT!”
Max swerved to the left, throwing everyone in the car forward, including you. You were thrown onto the floor, laying right on top of Steve, your noses almost touching as the car rocketed in the other direction, hitting a sign that went flying over the car, denting the roof, as the car somehow sped up more, whizzing around the corner.
It was chaos: everyone screaming over each other, Lucas’ high and loud enough to break glass as Steve yelled underneath you, his voice going in and out like crazy. While you screamed his name, his arms instinctively wrapped around you like a seatbelt, your face burying itself in the crook of his neck. The car kept flying forward until it came to an abrupt stop, causing your brother and Mike to collapse to the floor on either sides of you as Steve frantically clutched at the seats, threw his head back, and yelled something that sounded like an “AHHH HELLOOOOOOO”. It took you a minute to realize after the car stopped that they were all looking at you and Steve, you on top of him as he held you tight against him, your hair a mess as you clutched onto him like a life preserver. You blushed, awkwardly trying to hide your face from Dustin.
“Y/N…” Steve coughed, his voice returned to normal, if not a little stuffy from his clogged nose. “Y/N, are you okay?”
“Yeah, Steve, I’m fine. We’re fine.”
Everyone quickly piled out of the car, and you walked in front of it to see where Max had stopped while everyone else walked to the back and started searching through the trunk for supplies. You were in the middle of one of the disgusting rotten pumpkin fields, only a few feet from a massive hole in the ground. Just looking at it made your legs feel like lead, a sinking feeling of fear and dread filling you immediately as the floating particles calmly passed by beneath you.
This was your worst nightmare, the thought of going back there again, the thought of being trapped by this horrible place that you had no power against. This was the nightmare that woke you up almost every night, the nightmare that left you paralyzed until you had enough courage to pick up the phone and call Steve. He had always promised that it was over, that you’d never have to see it again, and that one day it would just be a distant memory. Well, here you were, voluntarily walking straight back into it with him by your side.
Steve walked up behind you, your supplies in his hands, ready to pass over to you, when he saw you standing there completely frozen, staring into the ground like it had some hold on you. You looked paralyzed, your eyes glazed over as you stared into it. Even on your worst nights, he had never seen you like this. The supplies dropped to the ground immediately as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and turning you around to face him, holding you to him. “We’re gonna be okay,” he whispered in your ear, and you nodded.
The kids started walking past you with full cans of gasoline, but neither of you paid any attention. You just stood there, hugging each other, until your brother’s voice forced you to step apart.
“Steve,” Dustin said from behind you. “Look, man, I know you’re still upset about this, and before you yell and scream and throw things or do anything you possibly can to keep us from going into that hellhole again, just listen to me. When a party member is in danger, it’s our duty to protect that party member. Now, you promised to keep us safe. So—” he said, holding the nailed baseball bat forward for Steve to grab. “Keep us safe.”
Steve looked at you and then back at Dustin before nodding, reaching forward, and taking the bat, giving your brother a clap on the back.
Before you knew it, all the supplies were on, and Steve was going down the hole, landing on the ground with a soft thud. You were next, a crowbar in one hand, a gun on your belt, a lighter in your pocket, and your face shielded by goggles and a handkerchief. Steve turned around, opening his arms to catch you when you got to the bottom of the rope, knowing you had almost an extra foot more than him to fall because of your height. You slid down the rope almost expertly, falling through the air and hitting the ground by yourself gracefully on both feet, swinging the crowbar around and sticking it on your belt, smirking at Steve’s slightly shocked expression. Despite your landing, his arms had still naturally ended up around your waist, and the two of your faces were only an inch apart.
“Well, looks like someone can take care of herself,” he chuckled through the handkerchief, his voice a little muffled.
“Don’t worry, I can still find time to take care of you, too,” you laughed.
“You know, I’m hurt, Y/N. After all we’ve been through together—” he joked, mockingly covering his heart with one of his hands, leaving the other on your waist.
You looked down at his hand and smiled. “Now, I’m starting to think you’re trying to seduce me here, Harrington,” you joked, gesturing to him holding you. Even in the darkness, you could see his light blush as he awkwardly stepped away, mumbling an apology. “Steve, hey, I’m just kidding,” you said, reaching a hand up to cup one side of his face. Even though his mouth was covered, you saw his eyes crinkle in a grin as he brought both his hands up to your face, pulling you closer, too.
“Hey, lovebirds, a little help getting me down here?” your brother’s voice cut through the air, making you jump apart.
“I…I got it,” Steve said, walking over to the rope, looking down.
Soon enough, everyone was down the hole and you were walking through the tunnels next to your brother, who was carrying three different cans of gasoline and looking like a lunatic.
You had only been walking for a little while, but it had felt like forever. You didn’t know if it was the way time worked down here or if it was just your anxiety about what was to come that seemed like it was dragging everything out. You had taken Max and Dustin under your wing, while Steve was with Lucas and Mike, walking ahead.
“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Mike had asked nonchalantly, looking up at Steve.
“What?”
“Y/N. Why don’t you just ask her out? Look, dude, I’m not upset about it just because you and my sister just broke up. She’s happier than ever, no offense. You were both obviously wrong for each other, she’s been in love with Jonathan forever, and everyone knows how long you’ve been in love with Y/N. Hell, I’m pretty sure Nancy even knew when she asked you out. So I don’t know why you don’t just ask out Y/N.”
“Look, it’s—it’s not that simple, okay? Yeah, I’ve been in love with Y/N forever, but…I’m not just going to ask her out and throw away my best friend in the world when I don’t have a chance in hell at her saying yes.”
“You’re kidding me, right? Please tell me you’re joking,” Lucas said.
“What do you mean, tell you I’m joking? That’s the truth!”
“How do you not know?”
“Not know what, dipshit?”
“How can’t you tell she’s in love with you, too?”
“Because she’s not!”
“Of course she is! Everybody in the world knows it!” Mike chimed in.
“No, she’s not!”
“Dude, I guarantee you that everyone thinks you’re a couple, tells you that you should be a couple, or is sad for you guys that you’re not a couple yet. Dustin’s probably told you a million times, and he’s her brother, he’d know—”
“Lucas, she doesn’t love me! I’m her best friend, and that’s it, okay?!”
“Why the hell are you so sure that she’s not in love with you?” Lucas yelled.
“Because if a girl I was with for a year couldn’t learn to love me and could lie to me about it so easily, how the hell am I supposed to think anyone could love me, let alone the most perfect human being on the planet?”
There was silence for a moment before Mike spoke. “Steve, that’s not—"
“She’s perfect, guys. She’s the smartest, kindest, most talented, beautiful person I know—”
“Also badass,” Lucas cut in.
“Also badass—and she can have any guy she wants! She’s the only person in this whole damn world that really cares about me, who’s ever cared about me, and I- I love her so much, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her just because I’m a fucking idiot that ruined everything for a chance to tell her how I feel!”
It was quiet for a minute, and then Lucas’ voice cut through the silence.
“Steve, that’s literally the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.”
“Well, you know what, it’s not like you two can talk! You and that Max chick, and you pining after Eleven for a year and not doing anything about it when she comes back—forgive me if I’m not about to take relationship advice from two little kids that don’t know anything!”
“You know, Steve, you’re upset right now, but it’s not our fault if you’re so stubborn and self-deprecating that you’re ruining your own life. And hers,” Mike said quietly.
Meanwhile, about twenty feet behind the boys, you were walking along with a silent Max and Dustin, trying to think about anything other than Steve. Looking down, you shook your head, kicking yourself for being so stupid. You hadn’t realized that Dustin had noticed.
When Steve was far enough ahead with Lucas and Mike that he wouldn’t hear you, Dustin turned to you.
“He’s in love with you, you know.”
You turned to face him. “What?”
“Steve is head over heels, idiotically, completely and utterly in love with you.”
“Dustin—no, bud. I don’t know what could possibly have given you that idea—”
“He told me.”
“Wait, what?” You stopped.
“He told me. It wasn’t like we didn’t all already know, all he does is talk about you like you built the friggin sky and stare at you when you’re not looking and do anything he can to make you happy. I don’t know how you didn’t figure it out months ago. I guarantee you anyone who’s ever even seen you two within twenty feet of each other could tell you that.”
“Dustin, he—not like that. Even if he said he loved me, I’m sure he meant in just a friendly way, we’re best friends, Dusty, it’s—”
“Y/N, I love you with all my heart, but you’re so blind. I’m literally telling you that the boy you’re in love with has been in love with you for a year. He only started dating Nancy to try to get his mind off you because he didn’t think he had a chance, but it didn’t take him long to realize that he couldn’t just fall out of love with you! He doesn’t even know why he stayed with her for as long as he did, because both of them were miserable the whole time, with her pining after Jonathan and him freaking head over heels for you. I don’t know why you’re trying to fight it—”
Finally, you had hit your breaking point. “Because I’m scared, Dustin! I’m terrified because I’m so damn in love with him I’d do anything for him, and I’m scared that if maybe he does feel the same way as me, but it’s just because right now he misses Nancy and in a few weeks when he gets over her he’ll leave me and I’ll just be left as this—this broken mess of a human being! And I don’t know if I’d be able to pick myself back up. Not—not again, Dusty.” You took a breath. “Not that he feels the same way as me, anyway. Just…hypothetically, obviously.”
Dustin was quiet. He knew what you were saying was completely wrong, that Steve loved you way too much to ever do that to you, but he said nothing. You didn’t want to talk about it, and he wouldn’t push you. He just hoped somehow Steve had heard you and knew you felt the same way.
You walked in silence for a minute or two. About a minute in, Max had reached over and grabbed your hand, and now you were just looking around, staring at the floating particles surrounding you and willing yourself to believe that you could get all the kids out of this okay.
“HELP! HELP!” you heard Mike’s voice screaming up ahead. On instinct, you started sprinting forward, already pulling your gun out of your pocket just in case.
Up ahead, you saw him. He was on the ground, one of those tentacle-like tendrils wrapping its way around his leg. “Y/N! Steve!” he yelled.
Both you and Steve ran in from separate tunnels, sprinting over to Mike. Steve started hitting the tendril as hard as he could with his baseball bat, but it would only split for a second before joining back together.
“Steve, stop,” you told him, looking up into his scared eyes. “Back up a second.”
You pulled the gun out of your pocket and aimed it directly at Mike’s leg.
“Y/N, what are you—”
“Mike, don’t move.” And with that instruction, you pulled the trigger, blowing the tentacle off his leg in an instant.
All the kids were staring at you, their mouths agape. “How did you—”
“I have no idea. I’ve never used one of these things before.”
You thought Steve’s mouth had hit the floor. “Well, hot damn, princess.”
Suddenly, you heard a loud roar, and you rushed in front of the kids, blocking them immediately.
Standing only a few feet in front of you was a demo-dog, snarling ferociously. Dustin pushed you aside, stepping in front of you.
“Dustin? Dustin, what are you—”
“Y/N, it’s Dart.”
You stepped back cautiously as Dustin marched up to the thing, immediately grabbing Steve’s hand. He looked over at you with shining eyes, squeezing your hand to reassure you Dustin was going to be okay.
“Hey, Dart,” Dustin said softly, kneeling down in front of it. “It’s me, it’s me, it’s Dustin.”
You gripped Steve’s hand harder, stepping closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
“Hey, it’s Dust—” he was cut off as Dart’s face opened up and the demo-dog let out a ferocious screech, making you jump back in shock and fear as Steve’s grip naturally tightened on you, steadying you as your hand flew to your mouth.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I’m sorry about the storm cellar. That was a pretty douchey thing to do.” Dart stepped away, almost as if he could understand him.
“You hungry? Yeah,” your brother laughed, slipping off his backpack. “I’ve got our favorite. Nougat.” He lifted a Three Musketeers bar to show the creature.
Dustin started to unwrap it, laying a chunk of the chocolate bar down in front of Dart with one hand while waving with the other for the rest of you to walk by. Automatically, you pushed Lucas, Max, and Mike in front of you, Steve and you following behind quickly but cautiously. After a moment, Dustin stood up, adjusted his goggles, and followed the rest of you, leaving his once-pet to finish off the candy. The second you were out of the way, you whipped around, throwing your arms around your little (almost taller than you) brother, whispering “don’t ever scare me like that again” in his ear before letting him go.
When the two of you looked up, you realized what the others already had—you were standing at one of the entrances of the “hive”. Steve was already sealing the walls and ceiling, while the others were grabbing their gasoline canisters and getting ready to start dumping. You nodded at Dustin, who grabbed his gasoline can and joined the kids, while you walked over to Steve and stood beside him.
“Are you okay?” you asked quietly, so he knew he didn’t have to worry about the others hearing.
“I’m fine—” he said instantly, his voice wavering before he paused and shook his head. “I’m terrified, Y/N.”
“Terrified?”
“Of letting you all down. That coming down here really was a death trap and I’m about to get you and all these incredible kids killed and it’ll be all my fault. Or that this is all for nothing and we’re all going to die anyway. I’m scared out of my mind, Y/N.”
“Steve…no matter what, I just…I want you to know that I—”
“Steve, Y/N, we’re ready to go!” Dustin yelled, cutting you off mid-sentence.
Steve took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. Everybody get to the entrance of that tunnel over there. I’m gonna light this fucker and the second that lighter goes in the air we’re going to run like hell. And no matter what, just get to the exit. Keep running until you’re out of here.” You couldn’t help but notice him looking right at you at the last part.
Everyone followed Steve’s instructions, bunching up next to the entrance and preparing to go. Sensing his fear, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down towards you in a hug. “Steve, it’s okay. They’re going to be fine. They’re tough kids, this isn’t their first time down here. They’re gonna be okay.”
He pulled away so he could look you in the eyes, and you felt every defense you had put up to shield yourself from your own fear collapse inward. “What about you?”
“Me?” you almost whispered.
“What if something happens to you? What if I can’t get you out of here and it’s my fault?”
“Steve…we are going to make it out of this together. Both of us are going to go home tonight, and so are all four of these kids. We’re going to be fine.”
“Okay,” he took a deep breath. “Okay guys, everybody get ready. I’m gonna count down from five, and then I need you guys to turn around and run like your asses depend on it. Ready? 5…4…3…2…1!”
The lighter hit the ground, and just like that, Steve’s hand was in yours, the room had burst into a fiery inferno, and you were running faster than you ever had before. Everything was a blur, only running and fear, until you and the kids saw the exit.
“Alright, guys,” you said. “I’m going to give each of you a boost and you’re going to climb out of here, okay?”
“Why not Steve? Isn’t he taller and’ll get more leverage?” Dustin asked.
“Who’s the cheerleader here, Dusty? Alright, you first, come here. 1…2…3!” You pushed him up with all your might, getting him close enough to grab the ledge and pull himself through the hole. “Good job, bud. Okay, Mike…”
After all the kids were up, you turned to Steve. “So how are we going to do thi—”
You were cut off by something that sounded like the roar of thunder, multiplied by three thousand. Shrill noises filled the air, and the second you heard it, you turned to Steve with wide eyes. “Steve, those are—”
And before you could even complete what you were saying, hundreds of demo-dogs burst into your view. “Oh my god. Oh my god.” You felt panicked tears gathering in your eyes. “Steve, what do we do? What do we do, we can’t get up, there’s so many, I don’t know—” They were rapidly growing closer, only a few yards away at this point. A few seconds to your death.
You looked up at him with wide eyes and whispered, “Steve, I—”
Before you could finish, his arms flung around you, pressing you against him, and his lips crashed onto yours.
And in that moment, there were hundreds of demo-dogs racing around you, brushing your legs and shrieking as you were trapped in the deadly, otherworldly tunnels with seemingly no chance of survival—but all you knew was your heartbeat beating so quickly alongside his.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair as your lips moved against his. And all there was in the world was you and Steve and the feeling like you were flying. It wasn’t until all the demo-dogs had run past that you slowly separated, both of you breathing heavily and staring into each other’s eyes in a mix of shock and adoration.
You looked at him in anticipation, waiting to hear the words that you had been hoping to come out of his mouth for a year. But all he said was, “I-I’m sorry,” before turning away, leaving your heart to sink to the floor.
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That night after everything was over and the world had been saved, Steve drove you and Dustin home, watching through the mirror as you curled up and slept on a wide-awake Dustin’s shoulder. Your hair was a mess, you were covered in dirt, blood, and slime, there was a gun connected to your belt, and you had been through literal hell and back that night—but there you were, passing out on your brother’s shoulder and looking as beautiful as ever. After about five minutes, Dustin finally whispered, “Why are you doing this to yourself and to Y/N?”
“What do you mean, Dustin?” he said, sounding completely drained.
“You keep pushing her away, thinking you’re not good enough for her to love you or some complete bullshit like that, that you’re saving yourself the hurt. But, all you’re doing is hurting both of you in the process.”
The rest of the ride was silent aside from your deep breaths.
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It had been a few weeks from that night, and nothing had changed. Other than the fact that Eleven was back, Max was officially “part of the group”, Billy hit on you slightly less than usual, and your nightmares were worse than ever before. But this time you didn’t have Steve to get you through them.
You and Steve were still best friends, nothing had changed there. You were still inseparable. He was always at your house, at your locker, driving you home, etc. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to pick up that phone and call him anymore after he had kissed you. At school was fine, but at night, when you were alone in your bed, you couldn’t bear to have him hold you and whisper in your ear and fall asleep next to you, knowing that nothing would ever happen between the two of you because he was so appalled by kissing you he would apologize for doing it. And you definitely didn’t have the will to tell him that most of the time your nightmares were about losing him.
So, you told him the nightmares had stopped. And whenever he asked why you had black rings under your eyes or hadn’t slept the night before, you lied.
That day was the middle school dance, which you were volunteering at for your brother. Hence, you needed a quick ride home, and Steve was the man for the job.
As you climbed in the car, you smiled at him, throwing your backpack to the floor. “Hey, beautiful,” he said with a smile.
“Hey, Mediocrity At Its Best,” you grinned. “You bringing my brother and I to the dance tonight?”
“You know it.”
“Great,” you smiled at him. It was just a small smile, but he lit up inside, knowing that that flash of white teeth and the happiness on your face had been caused by him. God, he was in trouble.
You yawned, only then realizing the full extent of your exhaustion and the toll that going three days without any sleep was taking on you. “Hey, Steve, do you mind if I nap the way home? I’m so tired.”
“Yeah, go for it. Get in as much rest as you can. You know Dustin and the rest of them’ll be so hyper after the dance neither of us are gonna get to sleep tonight.”
You laughed a little. “Yeah, you’re right. Alright, ‘night Steve.”
He laughed, too. “Night, Y/N.”
As you closed your eyes, you almost immediately sunk into a deep sleep. And, with deep sleep, came the horrible nightmares you had been avoiding for days.
You hadn’t realized it, but after only a few minutes, you had started thrashing around, whimpering and crying out in your sleep. Steve was trying to push through, to not mess with you and to just let you sleep and get you home, but when you screamed out his name in terror he pulled the car to the side of the road as quickly as possible and grabbed your hand.
“Y/N! Y/N, please, please, wake up,” he said, emotion filling his voice.
Your eyes flew open and you panted heavily, the tears racing down your face quickly and without control. You wiped at them frantically, your breaths getting heavier and more ragged by the second.
“Hey, hey,” Steve said quietly, reaching his arms around you in an embrace. “It’s okay.” He stroked your hair as you cried into his shoulder for a moment, only letting go of you when you suddenly pulled away and wiped at your tears quickly.
“I thought the nightmares went away. What—what happened?”
Suddenly, you were angry. You were angry about these nightmares that haunted you everywhere you went, angry at the world for shoving you in this mess, angry at Steve for making you fall in love with him. You were frustrated, and finally you were ready to snap.
“I had the same nightmare that’s kept me up the last month, Steve. The same one that leaves me screaming my head off and sobbing myself to sleep every night. Well, every night that I actually go to sleep, anyway, I’ve been mostly trying to avoid sleep lately, it hurts too much to go to bed every night and know that I’m going to watch you die in a million ways right before my eyes. Most of the time it goes a little something like you and me in the Upside Down, I’m hugging you and then out of nowhere Dustin’s voice screams that I have to choose to save you or let you die, and I never know what that means, and then Dart leaps out of the wall and shreds you to pieces right in front of me, but somehow I can never move because I’m trapped, and you lay there screaming and bawling my name, yelling at me and telling me that I could have saved you, that I’m doing this to you, that I’m killing you, and then Dustin starts yelling the same thing, then Mike, then Lucas, then Max, until I’m screaming my lungs out over it all begging it to stop, begging for me to just die and let it all be over, until I’m not trapped anymore and I collapse to the ground and crawl over to you, and you just grab my hand and say—say that you had loved me and then I killed you. And then you just die on the spot, but I can’t wake up. No, I just sit there with your blood spreading all over me whether I’m touching you or not, and then I finally die and ‘wake up’ again in some new hell where you die again. And it happens over and over and over again until I wake up. And then the next night it happens again. And again. And again.”
He stared at you as tears ran down your face and you angrily yelled all that you had been going through the last month, and he felt genuine pain gather in himself and tears begin to prick at his own eyes. And when you had finished, his eyes looked right into yours as he whispered, his voice filled with hurt, “Why did you lie? Why didn’t you tell me about this, or call me, or anything—”
“Why do you think, Steve?” you snapped, your tears finally ceasing as you grabbed your backpack off the floor and pushed open the door.
“Thanks for the ride, but I think I’m just going to walk the rest of the way home,” you whispered, pain in your voice. “See you at 6.” And with that, you slammed the door shut with a loud bang.
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You stood in front of your mirror in your room, smoothing out your dress and nervously re-adjusting your already perfect hair. It wasn’t that you wanted or needed to look good chaperoning for a middle school dance, it was just that you were so nervous about seeing Steve after snapping at him today you felt a compulsive need to keep fidgeting with your hands. You felt awful about what you said, yet somehow relieved. He hadn’t deserved for you to yell at him like that for something so far out of his control, but he knew now. And with fear of him knowing came almost a relief that you didn’t have to hide your nightmares from him anymore. You didn’t have to layer on concealer under your baggy eyes or drink ungodly amounts of disgusting black coffee in the morning to convince him you were fine. But, you would have to eventually explain to him why the kiss had hurt you so much—and that was what scared you the most.
Even though you were sure the two of you would be able to work it out tomorrow, you didn’t think you could bear to see him tonight after only a few hours had passed between your breakdown. So, you had arranged a ride with Nancy and Jonathan, who were chaperoning with you, and you were hoping to sneak out before Steve even got there to pick up Dustin.
Unfortunately, fate was not on your side tonight, because the doorbell rang that second, and your mother’s ever-cheerful voice chimed through the house, “Steve’s here!”
You sighed, leaning your head against the wall. You weren’t only going to see him tonight, you were going to see him in the tightest, most form-fitting, sexiest dress you had ever worn, heels, and more makeup than you would ever usually wear. The dress wasn’t even that promiscuous by most standards, but the medium-sleeved blue lace top hugged your curves tightly, showing off your body, and the dress flared out just below the waist, making your boobs look bigger, your stomach flatter, and your waist smaller. You couldn’t believe your mom had picked it up on a whim that night for $5 while looking for a tie for Dustin. You looked and felt more beautiful than you ever had before. Your hair cascaded in perfectly done curls around your shoulders, and your silver make-up made your eyes shine, a glittery dusting of silver making you look magical as the light rested on your collarbone.
“Y/N! Come on, Dustin’s already down here and I want pictures!”
You took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway, not noticing Steve’s sharp intake of air when he caught a glimpse of you at the top of the steps.
With each step you took, Steve’s heart was racing faster and faster, his mouth dropping more and more. You were absolutely stunning. “You—you look...amazing, Y/N,” Steve stuttered out, awestruck, making you blush.
Your mom clutched at her heart, exclaiming how beautiful her daughter was, but all Dustin noticed was the look on Steve’s face and the blush on yours as you tried to avoid his gaze.
“Hey, Dusty!” you said with a grin. “Don’t you look handsome?” You adjusted his tie proudly. “All those girls’ heads are gonna turn when they see you walk in. Especially with that hair, it adds an extra foot.” He smacked your arm, and both you and Steve laughed. “Was the hair his idea?” you laughed, pointing your thumb over at Steve, temporarily forgetting all of the afternoon’s events.
“Yeah,” Dustin blushed.
“Well, you look way better than he does with it,” you said teasingly, to Steve’s dismay.
After a few pictures with you and Dustin, you, Dustin, and Steve, just you, just Dustin, and one very awkward one with just you and Steve, a car honked outside.
“Sorry, Mom, that’s Nancy and Jonathan,” you said.
“Alright, honey, see you afterwards,” your mom said with a smile.
Steve looked over at you, surprise and hurt in his eyes, his smile falling. “Wait, you’re not coming with Dustin and I?”
“I—I’m sorry, I just…” you took a deep breath. “I gotta go, Steve. I’ll—I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And before he could say anything else, you ran out the front door and jumped in the backseat of Nancy’s car, as Steve stood inside and watched it speed off.
After a minute of silence, Dustin looked up. “If we leave now, you can still get to the dance before Nancy and Jonathan. We have the shortcut back road they don’t know about.”
“Why would that matter, Dustin?”
“Because you need to get to my sister before she gets into the dance and win her over, damn it!”
Steve’s car pulled into the middle school parking lot and he turned to Dustin, who had a nervous look in his eye as he looked in the doors at everyone dancing.
“Alright, so…we’re here. Just remember, when you get in there—”
“Pretend like I don’t care.”
“You don’t care.”
“I don’t care!”
“There you go, you’re learning, my friend.”
As Dustin reached up to pull down the mirror, Steve turned to him.
“Hey.”
“What?”
“You look great, okay? You look great. You look great.”
“Great?”
“Great! Now, you’re gonna go in there—”
“Yeah!”
“Look like a million bucks—”
“Yeah!”
“And you’re gonna slay them.”
“Like a lion.” Your brother looked over at Steve with a sly look and attempted a cross between a tongue roll and a growl, making Steve shake his head.
“Yeah, uh, don’t do that, okay?”
“Alright,” Dustin nodded solemnly.
Steve raised his hand and clasped it with Dustin’s before nodding. “Good luck.”
“You too.” At the look on Steve’s face, Dustin said, “It looks like Y/N just got here. Don’t screw up.”
And before Steve could say anything else, Dustin hopped out of the car and walked over to his sister. Steve smiled as he saw Dustin’s mouth say something that looked like a “you look great”. Those were the people he loved most in the world right there, you smiling that beautiful smile of yours and Dustin grinning up at you, excited to go into his first middle school dance. Before he knew it, the two of you began to walk, and while Dustin walked right in, being one of the last ones to arrive, you paused at the bottom of the steps. You said something to Nancy and she gave you a sad smile and a comforting pat on the shoulder before she and Jonathan walked in, leaving you standing on the bottom step alone.
Before his head even knew what he was doing, Steve’s legs had pushed him out of the car, his arms slammed the door, and his beating heart was walking you over to the beautiful girl sitting down on the steps of the middle school, staring at the sky and looking like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.
“Y/N?” he said softly.
Your eyes immediately brightened at the sound of his voice. You loved his voice, something you told him frequently. Nothing about it in particular, you just loved the way it sounded. Sometimes, you made him talk just so you could listen more intently to try to figure out what it was that you loved about his voice so specifically. But, you never found it. All you knew was that when he laughed or smiled while he spoke it was your favorite sound in the whole world.
“Steve? What are you doing here—”
“Y/N, I’ve never been more terrified of anything in my life than saying what I’m about to say, but I’ve held it in for a year and now I’m afraid I’ll never get another chance to say it again, so I’m just going to blurt it out now—I’m in love with you.” He didn’t notice your wide eyes, or the tears gathering in them as you stood up and moved closer to him. “I’m in love with your smile, your laugh, your voice, your personality, your eyes, and the way you make me feel when I’m around you. And even though I know, I know, that I could never do anything to make me deserve you, I just want you to know that—”
He was cut off by your lips gently connecting with his, your hands intertwining in his hair as his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist to pull you closer. The kiss was short, but as you pulled away, the look in his eyes said it all.
“I’ve been head over heels for you since you first picked up that stupid baseball bat a year ago and jumped in front of me to hit a Demogorgon into Ms. Byer’s dining table.”
“You…you really—”
The childlike grin spreading across his face was contagious as you buried your face in his sweater, giggling against his chest. You felt his warm hand make its way to your face, his finger gently guiding your chin up so you were looking into his eyes that looked like they had been melted into a soft, gooey chocolate. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life,” he whispered, the words making your heart dissolve.
You raised up onto your tiptoes, pressing your lips against his again, but this time, when you parted, you rested your head on his chest, swaying back and forth to the music inside.
“You know, I should really go in there. Mr. Clarke’s gonna come out looking for me if we stay out here any longer,” you said with a grin.
“I’d like to see him try.” Both you and Steve laughed, your voices filling the air.
“Do you want to come in with me? We were missing a chaperone, anyway. Then both of us can keep an eye on those little shits in there.”
He grinned at you, his eyes filled with adoration. “Sounds good to me.”
As you grabbed his hand and started to pull him up the steps, you turned around and smiled at him, making his heart flutter. Everything he had wanted for the last year was finally right in front of him, and it was better than he ever thought it could be.
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Hey, so I know I’ve only posted Supernatural so far on here, but here’s a little Harry Potter thingy I threw together because I felt like it.
Young Sirius x Reader
Word Count: 2646
I’m sorry, I know that there’s someone already “fan casted” for young Sirius, but whenever I picture young Sirius, I will always picture Ian Somerhalder, so that is who I’m using. Oopsies.
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You were curled up in a small ball on a cream-colored chair in your bedroom, the one you had next to the window with the white curtains drawn shut, your knees tucked underneath you and a book laying across your legs. You were wearing a humungous long-sleeved Gryffindor Quidditch t-shirt that fell about to your mid-thigh, as it had once belonged to your much taller than you and much more muscular than you boyfriend, before you “stole” it from him. (In reality, he was happy that you took it, seeing you wear his clothes was one of his favorite things in the world.)
  It had been a week since your sixth year of Hogwarts had ended, and now it was summertime. Three in the morning and sixty degrees outside. Just the way you liked it.
  However, you were internally panicking every second at the thought of the love of your life and what it must be like for him right now. While you were enjoying your summer with your lovely parents in your nice house with the pool in the backyard and your overly energetic ten-year-old dog, poor Sirius was stuck in a humungous gray, lifeless mansion, either in his room trying to avoid everyone, or being screamed at repeatedly for his “failures”. It made you tear up even thinking about anyone treating him like that. The fact that anyone could ever possibly think that your kind, incredibly handsome, strong, brave, (fairly) smart, funny, selfless, giggly, loving, cuddly, adorable boyfriend of three years and absolute best friend of six was a failure of any kind physically hurt you to think about.
  Slamming your book shut and leaning your head back on your chair, you squeezed your eyes closed, unable to think about anything else now other than Sirius. You thought about how much you wanted to be laying across him on the couch, your head resting on his chest and listening to the sound of his heartbeat, the crackling of the fireplace, and the occasional rumbling of his voice as he whispered something to you, running his fingers through your hair endlessly, completely content to just be laying there. You thought about how much you wanted to spend Christmas with him at Hogwarts again, you, Sirius, James, and Remus all wearing ugly Christmas sweaters James had purchased, Sirius’ sweater hugging him perfectly while you drowned in yours, the thick wool falling almost to your knees. Staying up in the common room with Sirius on Christmas Eve after the two of you had so excitedly been counting down for the last month, both of you wearing lopsided but adorable Santa and Mrs. Claus hats, laughing and giggling at random things until it hit midnight and the two of you discovered you had been cuddling under the mistletoe all night, gently kissing as it officially became Christmas Day. Completely losing it and laughing your asses off when James walked down the steps into the common room the second you split apart, dressed in a full Santa suit (including the massive, white, slightly Dumbledore-esque beard), with a giant red sack full of your presents thrown over his shoulder. How wide his eyes had gotten when he realized the two of you were still awake and him laughing a little before hesitantly walking backwards up the steps with a, “Ho? Ho? Ho?” You and Sirius losing it again before making your way up to his room and falling asleep in his arms with a smile on your face. Being woken up by Remus and James leaping onto your bed in their previously mentioned ugly Christmas sweaters, jumping up and down and screaming “MERRY CHRISTMAS, LOVEBIRDS!!!” All four of you running downstairs to open gifts, the only four students that had stayed over the holiday. Spending the day by the fire and listening to the record player and collection of records (old and new) that Sirius had somehow bought you, which was extra sweet knowing that it was a Muggle invention that he would have had to learn about and figure out and then spend a ton of money on, knowing how much you would love one. The record player that was now only a few feet away from you on a stand in your room after you had brought it home for the summer.
  You remembered playing Quidditch, a Chaser, until some random Slytherin you were playing against purposely threw a Bludger at your head and sent you toppling thirty feet straight down off your broomstick. How Sirius had zoomed to you the second you left the wooden stick, pushing with everything he had in him to get to you before you hit the ground, but failing to get there. You remembered being rushed to the hospital wing, how no matter how hard they tried to get him to go away, Sirius insisted that he was the first one to get to you on the field and he would be the last one to leave your side, that it was only fair as he followed like a lost puppy until you were in the hospital wing, his fingers intertwined with yours and body racked with sobs as he blamed himself for you getting hurt, convinced that he should have blocked the Bludger, caught you before you hit the ground, something, although there was nothing he could have done. You blacked out about three or four minutes after the fall, but you were told in private by James that he had been bawling, repeating “I’m sorry, I’m a terrible person and a worse boyfriend, I love you, I love you, please be okay, you can hate me if you want, sweetheart, but please be okay, I love you so much please” over and over again. The thought of it broke your heart. It had taken you a few months to remember everything that happened in the few minutes after you hit the ground, given that the hit had given you a concussion and three broken bones. Which, luckily Madam Pomfrey repaired in a week, but she highly recommended you stayed off the field the rest of the season, and you promised her that even if she hadn’t said something, there was no way Sirius would let you touch a broomstick any time before you were thirty. She had just smiled knowingly at you before saying, “I don’t think that boy’s left your side for a second the last week unless I told him he had to so I could do something. I’d be shocked if he’s eaten or gone to a single class since the game. You’ve got yourself a keeper, hon, you really do.”
  After the fall, you had spent the last twelve games of the season in the stands, all decked out in some sort of house t-shirt and your team varsity jacket or sweatshirt. Most of the time you would also put face paint on each cheek: a line of red on each, a line of gold on each. Sirius loved it, especially when you would put his number on one underneath the lines. The team wasn’t as good without you, not nearly, but the fact that you were right there for them, cheering them on from the sidelines, seemed to give them enough of a reason to push through and (barely) win the majority of the games.
  You remembered when you finally told each other how you felt and he begged asked you to be his. It was very early fourth year and James was so tired of hearing Sirius go on and on about you (as was Remus of hearing you go on and on about Sirius to him) that the two of them somehow convinced Sirius to just go for it and ask you to the Yule Ball. He had been so nervous approaching you, shaking and awkwardly holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers behind his back. “I, erm, I’ve kind of been slowly been writing this, um, big giant speech that I would eventually give you……erm, sort of for the last two years. And now I’m realizing that I’ve- um, forgotten, most of it and that, oh, god, I’m ruining this whole thing and- Y/N, you’re my best friend in this whole entire world. Don’t tell James. You’ve been there with me through everything, and I feel like I can tell you anything. I honestly, I don’t know how I would have made it through everything without you. I need you, Y/N. And as bad as I feel because I know there’s no way you’ll ever feel the same way, every time we hug or walk around together or you kiss my cheek or fall asleep against me or laugh or even just look at me- I guess I would say that, um, my heart, it just flies. I know I’m just embarrassing myself now and you probably just feel bad for me, I just, I think that- I think that you’re the greatest person in the world. You’re so beautiful and smart and funny and talented and kind and absolutely everything that I’m not. I’m in love with you. There, I finally said it out loud. I’m, um, I am in love with you, and I’m holding onto the tiniest chance that even after this shitty awful speech of mine that maybe you would be willing to, um, go with me? To the Yule Ball?” You remembered how he looked down at the ground, completely ashamed of himself for “ruining” everything, you standing there in shock until you stepped forward, lifted his head and said, “Sirius, I’ve been in love with you since first year,” and flung your arms around him. How he had laughed and spun you around, how as he put you down he cried, “Wait, so……is that a, a yes?!?” And how you replied, “Of course it’s a yes, you idiot!”
  And you remembered the day you first met Sirius Black. The day that you, a confused, muggleborn eleven-year-old girl stumbled your way onto the huge train with gigantic eyes full of wonder. How you wandered from compartment to compartment, only to see that all of them were full………except for one. The one with the messy haired kid with dorky glasses and the (even then) handsome boy with ebony hair, fighting back and forth over some sort of sport team. How you had shyly slid the door open, despite your outgoing nature, and cautiously asked, “Can, um, can I sit in here with you two? All the other compartments are completely full.” How the handsome one had grinned at you, nodding his head as he quickly replied, “Yeah, definitely!” How the three of you sat together, laughing and joking and planning pranks, immediately hitting it off. You were instant friends. James and Sirius told you everything there was to know about the sorting ceremony, and how they were sure you would end up in Gryffindor, which they seemed to think was the best house by far. You remembered how close you and Sirius seemed to be after only a few minutes of talking, and how James had later told you that he could see it the second you stepped into their compartment.
  You sighed, standing up and walking across your room to put your book back on the shelf, when you heard a loud crash and a yelp from downstairs. You leaped what seemed to be five feet in the air at the sudden noise cutting through the silence, heart racing out of your chest as you swiped your wand off your dresser, just in case, and crept swiftly down the stairs and into the living room. Running into the room and flicking on the light switch in a second, you yelled, “Who’s there?!?” in an angry tone, only to see a familiar, tall figure in front of your fireplace.
  He turned to face you, black hair whipping around his head and an incredibly scared, vulnerable expression on his face that made your heart ache.
  “Sirius?” you breathed out, running towards him and falling into his arms, wrapping yours around him. Taking a step back, you looked up at him, seeing that his eyebrows were furrowed together and it looked like he was holding back tears.
  “Oh my god, are you okay? What are you doing here?” you sighed, relieved, heart still racing against your chest.
  “I couldn’t take it, Y/N. I was asleep and she came running into my room, o-out of nowhere. Screaming at me like a bloody banshee……I couldn’t take it. She just wouldn’t stop- everything I ever did………it hurt, but I was alright, I could deal with it. But then she started on you. I’ve got, erm, I’ve got pictures of you, pasted all over my walls. She- she called you a bloody mudblood. A fucking mudblood. I was j-just so angry. I lost it on her and I- I finally ran away. I did it. I didn’t know where else to go, I’m sorry, I’m so stupid- bloody stupid…”
  “Shhh shhh,” you whispered, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull his head into your shoulder, which he happily obliged to. “I am so glad you came here, and I am so glad that you finally left that place.” You could feel him shaking now, crying a little.
  “God,” he said, his voice broken and muffled by your shoulder. “Why am I crying? I’m happy to be out, I am. Why can’t I- I stop crying?”
  “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s just me, you can- you can cry,” you whispered. “I love you so much, and I swear it’ll be fine. You can stay here, we can share my room, we can visit James all the time- it’ll all be fine.”
  “Okay,” he paused to cough a little. “Okay.”
  He let out a shaky laugh before saying, “You know, I was in such a hurry to get out of there, I didn’t grab anything but my wand. I literally have no clothes or anything.”
  You laughed a little before responding, “I’ll go back to get all of your stuff tomorrow. I might also make a small stop to punch your mother in her ugly face, but…”
  He wrapped his arms tighter around you, kissing your neck as he buried his head in your shoulder again. “You would really do that?”
  “Punch your mother? Because, I mean, Sirius, after six years you know me well enough to know that I would totally…”
  “I mean go back there. To that awful place where they would hate you, just to get some stuff of mine?”
  “Well, yeah.”
  He pulled away, staring at you with slightly wide eyes and his mouth hanging open, his eyes quickly filling with love and a smirk growing on his face.
  “God, do you have any idea how much I love you?” he asked seriously. You grinned at him right before he crashed his lips against yours. “You are actually the greatest thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life.”
  “You’re in the top ten,” you said with a crooked smile.
  He raised his eyebrows as if challenging you. “I guess that means that over the next two and a half months that you’re stuck with me, I’m just gonna have to make my way to number one.”
  “You really think you can beat junk food?”
  He wiggled his eyebrows at you with a dorky smile before replying, “Trust me, I think this is a challenge I can win.”
  You laughed. “Someone’s feeling pretty ambitious.”
  “Well, if I can get you to somehow like my sorry ass, I can do just about anything.”
  “Fair enough.” You grinned at him before finally saying meaningfully, “I hope you know that you really are the most important thing in my life, Sirius.”
  “I love you so much.”
  “I love you, too.”
  “Thank you, really, for letting me stay.”
  “Thank you for coming home.”
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Getaway (part one)
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Dean x Reader, Sam
Basically the reader, her boyfriend, Dean, and best friend/basically brother figure Sam take a short break from hunting to go on a vacation. 
I really only split it up because of length, like once it hit 3, 069 words and their vacation hadn’t even officially started, I said to myself, “God, Emma, you should probably split this up or these people are going to hate you”, so......
Word Count: As mentioned above, 3, 069
Warnings: I don’t know, is fluff and really cutesy boyfriend Dean stuff a warning? Does that count?
With a huge beam on your face, you all but skipped through the bunker, leaping down the steps with a colossal thud and sprinting into the living room, where you knew Dean was watching a movie and Sam was reading in the corner. As soon as you appeared in the doorway, Dean looked up at you from the couch with a goofy grin across his face.
“Hey, sweetheart. I was wondering where you were-”
“I have a really awesome idea,” you said quickly, the smile somehow growing on your face. Sam sat his book down on the stand to his right and looked up at you, one eyebrow raised as if he was asking you a question. Dean sat his beer down next to him as if to show you he was giving you his full attention, the same goofy smile still plastered on his face.
“A vacation,” you announced, pleased with yourself as you flipped your laptop around to show the screen: an absolutely breathtaking picture of a beach at sunset.
“Wait, are you serious?”
“Okay, guys, think about it. The most relaxing we ever get to do is sometimes laying around the bunker for a few weeks waiting for a case. That’s it. Our break from hunting is shuffling around a place full of hunting weapons and old hunting books. We’re all going to lose our minds eventually, and I think that a vacation to my favorite place in the world since I was six years old would be the perfect way to stop that before it happens.”
There was a moment of silence, and then a grin grew across Sam’s face.
“Let’s do it.”
Dean turned towards him, a somewhat surprised expression on his face. “Damn, and here I thought you would be the one against it.” He turned back to you, smiling now as he said, “Well, what the hell? If Sammy and you both want to go, let’s go for it. I guess a little sand never hurt anybody.”
You beamed at both of them as you set your laptop on the stand next to you. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you! This is gonna be so much fun,” you said excitedly, relieved that it hadn’t taken as much convincing as you thought it would. 
“So, when do you want to leave?” Sam questioned.
Hesitantly, you suggested, “This afternoon?”
“Works for me. Sam?”
“Alright. Let’s go pack.” Sam replied. As the boys stood up, you threw your arms around Sam in a hug and gave Dean a kiss on the cheek, whispering how romantic beaches always were in his ear as you pulled away with a smirk before skipping off to your room.
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You flung open the car door and bounced into the seat next to Dean, leaning across the middle compartment to plant a kiss on his smiling mouth.
“Ready to go, babe?”
He smiled at you, almost shyly, looking down a little. “Yeah, sweetheart, we’re good.”
You turned around to see Sam already settling in for the trip, a small stack of books about the history of the Outer Banks next to him. “Sam, how about you? Ready to spend 24 hours in a car with our music?”
“I am prepared for that,” he said, whipping out a pair of headphones without even looking up from his book. “Audiobooks.”
“Alrighty then,” you said with a laugh as you turned back around in your seat to see Dean opening the compartment.
“Dean, whatcha lookin’ for?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
With a grin, he pulled out a small, badly wrapped present with a big heart-shaped bow on top and handed it to you proudly.
“Is this for me?” you asked with a giggle as you inspected it. 
“Yeah. I was- um, I was saving it for our anniversary later this week, but I figured since we’re gonna be in here for the next day, it might be nicer to have now, if you like it.”
You gave him a kiss on the cheek, sending a blush up to his cheeks as you carefully began to open up the wrapping paper until you had revealed a small black cassette tape and a piece of paper. Dean looked down at the ground as you read the sticker across the cassette, carrying onto the back-
“Y/N’s Playlist”
For my other half, the love of my life
7 years since we met
7 years of being best friends
6 years of being in love with you
5 years since you somehow agreed to go out me
5 years of complete and utter happiness
Thank you so much
For everything
Happy 5th Anniversary
With love, Dean
~
Love overflowing in your heart, you looked over at the paper to see a long list of all your favorite songs. Every song your favorite band had ever recorded along with a million other bands and songs.
Some songs that had special meaning to you and Dean. Like “Fly Me To The Moon”, the Frank Sinatra song. It was what he had played on your first date, when he had set up an incredibly elaborate moonlit picnic with fairy lights and blankets and all your favorite foods and lots of flowers for you, a night of dancing and nervousness and laughter and playfulness and love. 
And then there were other songs that you had never heard of before, and before you could ask anything, Dean hopped in with, “I put in a lot of songs that reminded me a lot of you. To listen to so you can kind of see just a little how I feel when I’m with you.”
“Dean-” you whispered, almost tearing up, not just at the tape, but everything that it represented. The past five years had honestly been the absolute best of your life, the happiest you had been since your parents had died so long ago. Dean was your family. He meant more to you than anything else in the world. You looked over into his beautiful emerald eyes, wide and nervous as they watched you, and imagined them staring intently at the cassette and his own fingers as he undoubtedly worked in secret for hours upon hours making this for you. There were ten hours worth of music here, meaning that he probably had to spend several entire days trying to figure out how to put it all together. You thought your heart was going to explode.
“If- if you don’t like it, it’s fine, you can tell me-” he said, looking down a little.
“Dean, no! I love it so much,” you whispered/choked out, reaching forward to pull his chin up with your fingers so you could lean forward and place a soft and sweet kiss on his full, pink lips. He grinned.
“Really? You’re not just saying that?”
“Yes, really, you goofball. It’s amazing,” you giggled before pausing for a second, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Thank you. So much.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, an adorable smile on his face as he realized you weren’t making it up, you genuinely loved his present. You sat there, staring into each other’s eyes for what seemed like hours before-
“Alright, you two, you guys know how much I love you and how adorable I think you are, but as cute as this is, we really need to get going if we want to make it there at any time other than five in the morning two days from now.”
Dean turned to face his brother with a glare that could kill as he huffed out an, “Alright, fine. We’ll go.”
As he turned the key in the ignition, you placed a small hand on his thigh. He lovingly turned to look at you as you quietly said, “Dean? Do you think we could maybe put it in now?”
A beam lit up his face as he gently picked up your cassette and inserted it into the slot, followed by a few seconds of silence before the song started.
The Impala pulling forward and out of the driveway, you heard the tell tale opening sound of The Killers’ “Mr. Brightside”, grinning as the guitars exploded and you realized Dean was laughing and singing along with you.
With a laugh, you started screaming along the lyrics to one of your all time favorite songs, throwing your hands up in the air dramatically along with the words.
“And I just can’t look, it’s killing meee!!!!” you yelled, turning your head and shielding your eyes from Dean. “And taking control! Jealousy, turning saints into the sea, swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis!” Throwing your arms out wide and squeezing your eyes shut as you sang to Baby’s ceiling, you yelled out your favorite part, “But it’s just the PRICE I PAY! Destiny is calling me! Open up my eeeeeaageeeeer eyeeeeeeees!” You turned, dramatically pointing a finger right at Dean and then back at yourself as you said with a nod to the beat of the song, “Cuz I’M Mr. Brightside.”
He was laughing at you, and the only thought running through his head at the moment was how ridiculously adorable you were.
After a few more classic rock songs, Twenty One Pilots, and a Panic! At The Disco song, you came to a slower one, Elvis’ classic “Can’t Help Falling In Love”. With a smile you reached over and wrapped your small hand around your boyfriend’s huge one, lacing your fingers between his and shooting him a sweet smile before turning to stare out the window at the fields passing by.
He marveled at the way the golden light hit your face, shining on you and making your eyes and hair sparkle like diamonds, the bright blue sky the perfect background for your incomparable beauty.
Dean thought back to the night the song represented and smiled, remembering how you had run upstairs, excitedly grabbing his hand and pulling him into the room down the hall, where you had found a dusty record player sitting in the closet. How you had so gently pulled out the record on the bottom shelf, the one that read “Elvis Presley” across it, and blown the dust off of it as if you might shatter it by breathing too hard. The way your face had lit up as you sat the needle on it and heard the opening chord you knew so well ringing loud and clear through the old machine. 
How you had turned around, absolutely beaming as you stepped up on your tiptoes and even then struggled to wrap your arms around the neck of your boyfriend, of two months then, and asked him to dance with you. How he had happily obliged, despite his inability to dance, wrapping his arms around your waist and swaying back and forth slowly. 
How as the final lyrics, “For I can’t help falling in love with you,” resounded, you pulled closer to Dean with love in your eyes as you whispered “I love you, Dean,” not for the first time, but as the lips he had fantasized about the last two years finally reached up and met his. It was better than he ever could have imagined. And how that kiss had led into another. And another. And another.
It was one of the happiest nights of his life.
It had been 29 hours.
29 hours in a hot car. Granted, you had one or two pit stops for gas and food (one of which was in a town called Winchester, which you loved). But otherwise you had spent over a day in Baby, and as much as you loved her, you couldn’t wait to get out.
The beautiful music Dean had put together had greatly improved the trip, but that was only half the ride. Of course you still had the rest of the cassette tapes, but after ten hours even you and Dean got tired of listening to the same rock songs a million times over.
You were taking a turn driving after Dean had almost fallen asleep at the wheel, and now his head was lightly resting on your right shoulder, his legs sprawled out across the seat and his arms crossed over his chest. When you realized you were only five minutes away from the motel, you gently reached over and rolled down the window, allowing the warm air and that salty beach smell you loved so much fill the car. It was about one in the morning, and you were, for obvious reasons, the only car on the road. You were exhausted, but slightly less exhausted than the boys, and of course after driving for over a day there was no way you could blame Dean for being so tired.
That was when you saw it. An adorable white motel, with a pool and a picket fence and baskets of colorful flowers spilling out of the wicker by every door. “The Mari-Anne”. That was where you were staying.
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Pulling the car into the parking lot next to it, you carefully turned towards Dean before whispering, “Dean, honey? We’re here, babe. We can go inside and sleep on a real, soft, big, comfy bed, just like at home.”
Sam was already in the back, sleepily gathering his things with his eyes half closed. “Y/N, are you gonna be able to get him in?” he mumbled.
“Yeah, Sam, it’ll be good, just give me a minute to get him up.”
Dean’s eyes fluttered open and he tiredly raised his hand to rub at them, burrowing his head against your shoulder with a yawn. 
“Dean, c’mon, you can go right back to sleep in a minute or two, babe.”
“Will you sleep with me?” he asked innocently, still in his odd space between sleep and consciousness.
“Yeah, Dean, I’ll definitely be passing out right next to you,” you promised.
“Will you pwetty pwease cuddle with me?” he pouted, still so sleepy.
You giggled before responding, “Yes, Dean, I will definitely cuddle with you, but if you want me to, you need to get up now so we can go in and get our own room before they run out.”
“Our own room? No Sammy?”
“No Sammy, he gets his own room. Just us, for a whole week.”
“Oh, boy!” Dean mumbled happily, pushing himself off of the seat and out the door, stumbling to the back to get your suitcase from the trunk. Even tired off his ass, he was ever the gentleman.
But you couldn’t wait to collapse in bed and finally close your heavy eyes.
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A warm, salty-smelling breeze was the first thing that hit your nose when you “woke up”. You were in that strange state between sleep and consciousness where you were technically no longer sleeping, you could hear what was going on around you and everything, but you just couldn’t seem to open your eyes or move at all to save your life. Over a day in a car with three hours of actual sleep tops can do that to you, I guess.
You could faintly hear the sound of seagulls outside, and even through your closed eyes, you knew the window was open and the morning light was pouring in. 
Despite the warm, pleasant weather, however, you were, as always, icy cold. So, it was undoubtedly the feeling of your frozen foot brushing against Dean’s leg that woke him up. However, he didn’t playfully jump or move or complain as he usually would. He just laid there, his arms wrapped protectively around you, pulling you in against him, as they had been all night.
You were curled up into a tiny ball against his chest, wearing an oversized T-shirt of his that fell about to your mid-thigh as a dress. Your head was buried in his AC/DC shirt, his chin resting on your forehead. It was so incredibly comfortable, warm and snuggled up against him on a soft, pillow-topped mattress and under the thickest, most amazing comforter you had ever seen. You wanted to just stay here forever.
You allowed your eyes to flutter open, the light streaming in from the blinds and falling over you in golden strips.
You flicked your eyes up to see that Dean was staring down at you, green eyes sparkling like emeralds as he looked at you. How the hell did he manage to look so damn good in the morning? It was the morning, for Chuck’s sake. Looking like shit was supposed to be in the description.
“I don’t know about you, but I am really comfortable right now. Like, really really ridiculously comfortable,” he mumbled into your hair, voice deep and scratchy from lack of use. 
Fireworks exploded in your stomach, just like every time. Every time you spoke to him. Every time your hands “accidentally” brushed against each other. Every time he smiled at you, beautiful green eyes crinkling and so full of love and adoration. Every time he laughed. Every time he wrapped his arms around you in that special embrace only you had ever known so well. Every time your lips touched. Really every time he did absolutely anything in your presence. But especially every time you woke up in his arms like this. 
A smile grew across your face as you whispered into his chest, voice muffled by his T-shirt, “Is that so?”
“Mmmhmmm,” he confirmed with a hum.
He pulled you even closer up against him, which you didn’t know was possible at the moment, but you certainly weren’t complaining about it. 
“You know, you were completely right, sweetheart. This whole vacation thing was an amazing idea,” he said, still sounding sleepy and tired, but a little more coherent than before. 
You smiled. “Well, I’m glad you think so. I’m having a great time so far, myself.”
You felt a light kiss being planted on your forehead and tilted your head up, pressing your lips against the soft, full ones that belonged to your boyfriend. He smiled against your mouth slightly, just happy to be sharing this moment with you.
You broke apart and laid your head on his chest, snuggling against him.
“Just think of all the stuff we can do while we’re here. The beach, new restaurants, super touristy places-”
“Or we could just stay right here all day.”
“Sounds good to me. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
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And A Happy New Year
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Dean x Reader (if you couldn’t tell from the gif)
Just something little to celebrate the New Year (at least, here in Pennsylvania I’m on time. Sorry if I’m like, a day late from where you’re from)
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You were curled up next to your boyfriend on the couch of the bunker, feet tucked underneath you and your head resting on his chest. His strong arm was wrapped around you, and you could feel his fingers twirling around your soft hair to the beat of the quiet music you had playing in the other room. You pulled your knees further up against your chest, burying your head in the crook of his neck. You could feel him smile as he wrapped both arms around you and pulled you closer until you were practically laying across his lap, holding you there in a gentle hug as he bent down and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. 
You looked up at him, grinning as you leaned up to plant a kiss on his full, pink lips. You felt him smile into the kiss, beaming as one of his hands lost its grip on you and cupped your cheek, wrapping slightly behind your head so he could pull you in closer. Butterflies exploded in your stomach, like every time you kissed Dean. 
You had been together for four years, in love with each other for seven, and had been best friends for eight. You loved him more than anything else in the world, and he loved you more than anything else in the universe. You were perfect in his mind. Every smile, every laugh, every flirty joke, every hug, every quirk, every kiss- you were so amazing, and he couldn’t think of ever living without the smart, talented, sweet, funny, beautiful love of his life. 
The kiss quickly deepened, your back curving in towards him as his other arm wrapped around your waist, your other arm reaching up around his neck to pull him down into you. You really were leaning across his lap now, lips moving with his slowly and passionately, but with continuously increasing speed. His tongue danced across your lips, asking you for permission, and you happily granted it, your tongues twirling together in an elegant waltz. Dean let out a soft moan and you leaned into him more, pressing yourself against him.
You stopped to breathe, just for a second, your heart all but exploding out of your chest as you stared happily into his sparkling green eyes.
“Y/N-” he whined, and you smiled.
“Dean,” you whispered, flinging your arms around his neck as you pressed your lips to his once more.
You could feel his grin against your mouth as the two of you fell into a pattern with each other, lips moving together perfectly like they were made to do just this forever. This time it was you who quietly moaned against him as he adjusted himself so you were fully laying on top of him, cupping one hand around the back of your head as the other reached around your waist. You tilted your head, hair falling to the other side of your neck as you continued to move in rhythm along with him until a booming voice from the kitchen interrupted you.
“Hey, Y/N! Dean! Wake up, there’s only 3 minutes until the countdown!”
Your head shot up and you smirked before bouncing off of Dean.
“Y/NNN-” Dean groaned like he was in pain. “Where are you going?” he reached forward, diving towards your hand in his attempt to capture it in his own. “Come baaaaack.”
You giggled. “I’ll be right back, hon. I want to grab some stuff for the countdown.” You winked at him before leaning down and giving him a friendly peck on the lips and skipping out of the room, leaving him whining to himself with his head in his hands.
“Y/N! Hurry up, you’ve got 30 seconds!”
You ran into the room, a grin on your face, two beers in your hand, and something sparkly and silver in the other. Dean eyed you quizzically as you lifted it up and smiled at him cheekily. 
It was a giant silver crown that announced across the top in pink glitter:
2016 Princess
2017 Queen
Sam let out a huge laugh as you placed the crown on top of Dean’s head and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 
“Perfect!” you yelled over the sound of the booming TV, throwing your hands up in the air and taking a swig of beer with a laugh. Dean laughed along with you, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you up against him.
“You’re adorable, you know that?” he chuckled in your ear.
You smiled at him. “You know, I’m sorry I ran off in the middle of our little session there. I don’t know about you, but I was having a lot of fun.” He sighed in your ear. “I just wanted to make sure we got the full use of my .50 purchase.”
He laughed again. “Well, I’m certainly glad. Not that you left our session, that one I’ll never recover from, but that you got the full use out of this incredibly embarrassing .50 purchase.” You giggled before he whispered back, leaning in closer to your ear, “Y/N-  did I mention yet tonight how utterly hot that dress is? You’re so beautiful.” He paused. “You know, I have no idea how I even managed to even get you to agree to go out with me in the first place, but I sure as hell ain’t gonna let you go any time soon. I could go on about you for hours, sweetheart. How you’re the most beautiful girl to ever exist, how you make me happier than anything else in this whole entire world, how you’re the nicest, smartest person I know, how I’m barely able to function ten minutes without you. Thank you. For being my best friend, girlfriend, and the love of my life all wrapped up in one.”
You beamed at him, your heart overflowing with love, and were about to say something back when Sam- once again- interrupted.
“10! 9! 8!”
You whipped around and laughed along with Dean, immediately joining in and jumping up and down with every number, a huge grin on your face.
“7......6......5......4......3.......2...........1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” You cried, throwing your hands straight up in the air joyfully and flinging yourself towards your boyfriend, throwing your arms around his neck as your lips met to the tune of Auld Lang Syne on the TV. You laughed into him and threw your head back as he suddenly lifted you off the ground, holding you out and spinning you around in a circle as you once again crashed your lips into his. He stopped spinning and started to pull you back down when you suddenly wrapped your legs around his waist and cupped both your hands around his face as you two continued to kiss. His smile grew against yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you against him.
“Happy New Year, babe,” you whispered.
“Happy New Year, Y/N,” he grinned.
“I love you so, so much, Dean.”
He beamed. “I love you more.”
“You wanna bet?” you challenged. He laughed.
“But, really, Dean. I love you so much. I have no idea what the hell I would do without you, and frankly, the last thing I want to do is find out. You’re the best thing in my life, and I need you more than anything else, D. I’d rather go without oxygen for a day than go without my Dean for an hour. You’re amazing, and I can’t wait to spend 2017 with the great love of my life by my side.”
He stared at you with wide, soft, sparkling emerald eyes as he gently leaned in and pressed his lips to yours for the seventh time that evening. As you broke apart, there was a sudden movement, and two giant arms had been flung around the two of you. You laughed as Dean delicately let go and you hopped off of him, Sam immediately pulling the two of you back into a group hug.
“Happy New Year, Sammy!” you laughed. “The brother I never really wanted, but got anyway! Just kidding, I love you, Sam!”
He let out a chuckle as he cried back, “Love you, too, Super Shortie. You’re the best. HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYBODY!!!!”
When Sam finally let the two of you go and went off to the kitchen in search of alcohol, Dean stepped forward and put an arm around you, planting a stubbly kiss on your cheek. 
You looked up at him happily, a smirk growing on your face as you leaned over and whispered, “In 20 minutes, meet me in our room. We’ll start the new year off right.” Throwing a wink his way, you walked off, feeling his wide and excited eyes on you. You paused in the doorway, leaning against the wall as you turned your head, only to see him rooted in the same spot, throwing his fist in the air and giving a hushed, “YES!” to himself.
You giggled before stalking off, muttering out nothing but a, “Happy New Year, Dean.”
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Frontierland
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Dean x Reader
Just a heads up, if you didn’t watch episode 6.18, “Frontierland”, this won’t make any sense.
Sorry, it’s short, just something I felt like writing.
You were curled up in a ball on the floor of the small library of sorts, a book in hand, your back against the tall shelf of journals from centuries of experienced hunters. You were wearing one of Dean’s huge flannels, open over a gray tank top tucked into your leggings, hair thrown behind you and falling down your back. You sighed in exasperation and threw the book down next to you.
“Well,” you said, “This book would be great if we were looking for how to make a garlic smoothie and force a vampire to drink it, but there’s nothing here on Eve. Anything else that looks helpful, Sam?”
“Um, I’m sure there’s something else here-” he started to look through the stack on the table before being cut off by Bobby.
“No need, Y/N.” Bobby said with a grin on his face, slamming his book down on the table. “Bingo. Any of you jokers ever heard anything about a Phoenix?”
“Hey, Y/N, where the hell’s Dean?” Bobby called from his living room.
“Um, supply run, he said. He told me it was a surprise, whatever that means,” you yelled back from the kitchen, where you were leaning down to peer into the minifridge.
“Well, if you don’t know, sure as hell nobody else would.”
You padded into the living room, two beers in hand. Collapsing onto the couch next to Sam, you passed him one and popped the other open for yourself before taking a swig. You felt the liquid run down your throat as you looked back up and saw Cas standing there.
“Oh, hey, Cas-”
“Y/N, Sam, about your plan- you’ll only have 24 hours.”
“Wait-what?” you exclaimed, practically dropping your beer.
“Why?” you heard Sam next to you.
“Well, the answer to your question can best be expressed as a series of partial differential equations.”
“Yeah, aim lower,” said Bobby, raising an eyebrow.
“The further back I send you, the harder it becomes to retrieve you. 24 hours is all I can risk. If I don't pull you home within that time, you'll be lost to me.”
You heard the door slam shut and looked up as your boyfriend walked in carrying several large shopping bags. “Well, then we better get you a watch.”
“What the hell's all that?” Bobby cried.
“We’re going native. Got to blend in,” he said with a grin, handing you and Sam bags from “Wally’s Western World”.
“Uh, no, thanks. I'm fine,” Sam said next to you. You could feel Dean’s face fall before you saw it.
“Sam.”
“Dean, I can wear this,” he said, gesturing to his outfit.
“And look like a spaceman?”
“Look, just because you're obsessed with all that Wild West stuff --”
“No, I'm not.”
“You have a fetish.”
“Shut up. I like old movies.”
“You can recite every Clint Eastwood movie ever made, line for line.”
“Even the monkey movies?” Bobby chimed in.
“Yeah. Especially the monkey movies. Y/N can attest for that. She’s the one who’s had to suffer through all your marathons, Dean.”
“His name is Clyde. And I don’t happen to mind watching movies all day with my boyfriend, Sam,” you added, a smile on your face. Dean grinned at you before throwing a smug look towards Sam.
“Okay, fine, you two are sickeningly cute and Y/N doesn’t mind throwing popcorn, cuddling against, and kissing Dean all day. But that doesn’t mean I have to wear this ridiculous outfit.”
“At least wear the damn shirt.”
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You carefully lifted the bottom of your dress, revealing the slightest bit of your weathered brown boots, before walking down the staircase, blue floral fabric trailing behind you. 
Bobby, Cas, Dean, and Sam looked up when they heard the sound of your boots against the creaky wood. Dean’s mouth fell open.
“Whoa, kid, you look great!” Bobby said, smiling at you.
“Dean, why is it that while Y/N’s outfit is rather flattering and looks quite nice on her, yours and Sam’s make you look- well, like complete idiots?” You heard Cas as you reached the bottom of the steps.
“Yeah, Dean. This is stupid. I look stupid. I mean, not quite as stupid as you, but-”
“Now, is it- is it customary to wear a blanket?”
“It’s a sarape,” Dean said, sticking out his lip in a pout and turning to you as Bobby and Sam erupted into laughter.
Aw. He had been so excited to finally get to wear “real cowboy stuff”, practically bouncing off the walls. You smiled at him before stepping forward to adjust his hat a little. His green eyes looked down into yours as you leaned up onto your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his soft, pink lips, your hands trailing up his sarape and resting on his strong chest.
“You really do look amazing, Y/N. Sorry I’m being so weird.”
“Well, I think it’s adorable how much you love Wild West movies. And you know how much I love our Clint Eastwood marathons.” He grinned.
“Really?” he said, face dropping as he looked down to his boots. “I feel so stupid.”
Sam and Bobby had now engrossed themselves in a seperate conversation, and you decided to use it to your advantage.
“Well, I don’t think you look stupid. I think you look very, very sexy.”
His eyes lit up.
“What’s the saying?” You smirked. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy?”
He was absolutely beaming now, emerald eyes twinkling with excitement and a grin on his face.
“Well, I mean,” he said, lowering his voice. “You know what they say about the cowboy with the large belt buckle.”
“That’s the spirit,” you said, leaning in to give him a kiss when you were cut off by Cas.
“Dean, Y/N- it’s time to go.” Dean groaned and you winked at him.
“24 hours, cowboy,” you whispered, subtly squeezing his ass. His eyes were all but popping out of his head. 
“Let’s go kill a Phoenix!” you announced.
“God, you’re hot.”
“Love you.
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Demons, Cursed Blades, Death, Love, and a Happy Ending (so don’t worry, it’s cute and romantic)
Dean x Reader
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You were on a humongous hunt- possibly the hardest, most dangerous hunt you had ever been on. Turns out that the "simple case" with the "single demon" was very different from the description. 
 "It'll be easy, they said," you muttered to yourself. "Only take a day or two, they said."
       "HEY!" Dean yelled from across the room, where he was grappling with one of the demons. "Don't go blaming me for this! How was I supposed to know?"
       "THIS RIGHT HERE," Sam yelled, shoving another demon off of him, "IS WHY I'M IN CHARGE OF THE RESEARCH!!!!"
       You whipped around, hair flying across your face. One was coming up right behind Dean, and he had no idea.
       "DEAN! WATCH OUT- BEHIND YOU!!!!" you screamed frantically.
       Dean flipped around and dumped a bottle of holy water on its head in seconds. You breathed a sigh of relief. Dean was fine.
       "Thanks-" Dean started to turn around and his face dropped, switching immediately to panic. He threw his bag on the ground and started to run towards you, but he was too late. 
       You turned around to see the leader of the group standing right behind you, a grin on his face, a split second before he stabbed you right through the stomach. 
       You looked down, shocked, as the blood blossomed out around the blade, soaking your shirt. For a sickening second, you thought that it almost looked- pretty. Such a bright color forming a little flower around your belly button.....and with that thought, your knees gave out and you collapsed to the ground. Your brain rattled around in your head as it was thrown into the ground. 
       Your hands went to your stomach, out of instinct, and they were immediately soaked in blood. Your blood. Dean threw himself over you, looking down at your stomach. Fear flashed in his eyes, but he tried not to show it.
       "Oh, oh shit- I'm sorry, Y/N, this is going to hurt, but I've gotta get that knife out of there." He wrapped his fingers around the hilt of the knife, and pulled it out.
       It felt like fire was exploding in your stomach, shooting flames throughout the rest of your body. Everything lit up. You let out a scream of pain.
       "No.....no no no no no no no." Panic was literally written all over his face as he watched the area around the wound start to fade into black. "No- the blade was cursed. The blade was CURSED, that son of a-"
       "Shhhh....." you said gently, reaching up and trailing your hand across his face. "Dean, it's okay."
       He had been trying to be calm, trying to stay strong for you. But all it took was hearing your voice for him to break. 
       "No- Y/N, you're gonna be fine."
       "Dean, you and I both know that you're a terrible liar," you choked out. You closed your eyes for a second and let the tears come. "I just don't want to die," you whispered.
       You let out a cry as another wave of pain washed over you.
       "No, Y/N. No, you can't l-leave me," Dean sobbed. "I love you. I love you so much."
       You gasped a little. He- he loved you? He felt the same way?
       "Y/N, you're the most- perfect girl that I've ever met. You're smart, funny, beautiful, and you make me happy.....in ways that no one else ever could." He choked out another sob. "Sorry- I just......I'm so, so in love with you. I swear, you- you know I don't believe in all of that damn 'destiny' mumbo-jumbo, but- Y/N, it's like you were made for me..You.....you-" He paused for a second as one of his tears splashed down right onto your face. "Oh, god, I'm sorry-"
       You started to laugh, just a little, but instead of a laugh it came out as a choking sound. And then the pain came, so much worse than anything you had felt before. Your body arched upward for a second as you let out a gurgled scream. This was the worst- and best -moment of your life. You collapsed back down to the ground, and you could feel the tears rolling down your face. You used some of the last of your energy to look down and see that the pool of blood erupting from your stomach had encircled you, and that everything was starting to turn black. You knew this curse. Once the black liquid that was now flowing though your veins hit your heart- you were done for. There was no stopping it. 
       Dean knew it, too, and the tears were rolling down his face faster, harder. "Y/N- no, no, no, no. Please, please......stay with me. I promise you, if you stay with me, I'll do anything. I know you probably don't feel the same way," he choked on those words for a second. "But I'll do anything you want. I'll dress up- I'll wear one of those really fancy suits, and I'll take you out to the most expensive, beautiful restaurant in the world. I'll be a- a perfect gentleman. I swear. I'll buy you the best meal they offer and pull out your chair for you and I'll pour your wine for you and I'll do absolutely anything you need. I'll read that book that you're always trying to get me to read. I'll stop drinking- forever. Consider it done. I'll stop eating bacon, if that's what you want. I'll watch The Notebook with you." You laughed a little at that one. He smiled through his tears down at you. God, how you wanted to say something back, how you wanted to tell him that you did feel the same way- but once the poison hit the bloodstream- you weren't able to talk. It's the worst part of this particular curse- you can't say goodbye to your loved ones in your final moments. "Y/N, I would burn Baby for you. I know you wouldn't ask me to do it, but if that's what it took for you to stay right now, I would do it in a heartbeat. I would crash her off of a bridge, I would- please, Y/N." He picked up your hand and held it, pressing it to his cheek as he sobbed. "Don't die. I don't know how to go on without you-" And at this point he was sobbing so hard that he couldn't go on.
       Then it hit your heart. You could feel it, and you let out a gasp as you felt everything shut down. In one final, heaving breath, you were gone.
       "No-" Dean whispered. "Y/N. NO! NO! Please no, no, no, no, no, no." The tears were streaming out of his green eyes. "Breathe, Y/N, come on, BREATHE!" Moments passed as the realization hit him. You were gone. "Come back. Come back." He closed his eyes. "Come back."
       With each memory flashing through his head, his heart broke more and more. He would never eat pie at the kitchen table with you again. He would never get to see your face light up when he asked you if you wanted to drive Baby. You were the only person in the world he would trust to take care of her. He would never carry you up to bed when you fell asleep on the couch again. You would never smile or laugh again. You were just- dead.
       Suddenly, there was a flash of light and the sound of wings fluttering. A hand emerged from the pocket of a trenchcoat, and touched your head. However, Dean's eyes were closed, and he was in such a state of grief that he didn't even notice this- at least, not until your beautiful eyes fluttered open and you sat up, at first slowly, and then all at once. You turned to see Dean, head in his lap, racked with sobs. Sam was leaning over him, trying his best to console him while crying himself. 
       You pushed yourself towards him, and flung your arms around him, tears of joy streaming down your face as you buried your head in his shoulder, yelling nothing but the words, "I LOVE YOU, TOO!" He looked at you in shock, and grabbed your face with both his hands, trying to make sure that you were real, that this wasn't just some sick trick of his mind. But no, here you were, right in front of him, saying the words that he had dreamed of you saying for months. 
       He pulled you up into him, burying his face in your beautiful locks as he embraced you, sobbing into your hair. After about ten minutes of this, (and Sam and Cas standing awkwardly in the corner, Cas about as confused as he could be), Dean whispered something in your ear.
       "So, urm.......how about that date?"
       You laughed. Really laughed, hard. "Although that sounds incredible, you know I'd be perfectly happy back at the bunker sharing a pie."
       "Holy shit.......it's like I made you in a computer."
       And then you lost it. You just laughed hysterically at him.
       "How about this? A compromise- we go out for dinner at that cafe downtown."
       "As long as we can get pie for dessert- that sounds perfect to me."
       "You have no idea how happy I am that you're not dead. I'm literally going to owe Cas for this- forever."
       "You know, I'm pretty happy about it, too."
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I have actually listened to “This Is Gospel (Piano Version)” 30 times in a row and I have cried every time. It’s absolutely beautiful, so if you have 4 minutes, please search “this is gospel piano”, it’s really worth it. Unless you don’t want to cry/are in a really good mood. Then avoid it at all costs.
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Nightmares
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You couldn’t sleep.
It seemed as if every time you closed your eyes, every terrible thing, every monster, all your worst nightmares came rushing back to you. You didn’t mind your job. Heck, sometimes there were rare moments when you loved being a hunter. The feeling of saving people, protecting the people who couldn’t protect themselves- it was great sometimes. But this was the worst part of the job. This- this constant fear that followed you. That every time you allowed the tendrils of sleep to claim you, these horrors would appear. It was torture.
So, here you were, in your 6′4 boyfriend’s oversized T-shirt, padding silently with bare feet across the bunker’s cold floor. Your destination was the kitchen- you needed a warm drink. A hot chocolate or something to calm your nerves. 
As you passed by Sam’s door, you noticed it was ajar. That was odd. Sam liked his door closed when he was sleeping. So did you. It wasn’t necessarily a sleeping thing, it was more of a “we-live-in-the-same-house-as-Dean-we-should-always-shut-and-lock-our-doors-while-we-are-sleeping” kind of thing.
You leaned in to close it for him, knowing he would thank you in the morning, when you heard a tiny whimper and stopped in your tracks. You waited about 10 seconds in silence, as any rational person would do, and decided you must have imagined it.
Shaking your head, you took a step away from the door and turned to walk down the hallway. That was when you heard another small cry. It was quiet, quiet enough that Dean would never have heard it from his room across the hall, but you had definitely heard it. And it came directly from Sam’s room. You might have imagined it once, but there was no way you had imagined it twice.
You quietly and carefully pushed the door open an inch or two, and a small beam of light pooled in, illuminating Sam. Your boyfriend’s eyes were squeezed shut, his hands gripped tightly on the sheets, and he was thrashing around a bit. Almost like he was in pain, or holding back a scream.
You soundlessly tip toed into the room and took a step towards the bed. He flew up out of the blue, eyes wide and full of terror. He was panting. Immediately he pulled his knees up into himself, buring his head in his lap and wrapping his arms around his legs. He hadn’t seen you.
Sam had always been your big, strong protector. The one who gave you piggy back rides and called you Shorty and had to lift you up to kiss him. Never before had you seen him look like.....a child. So small. So vulnerable. So alone. It was enough to break your heart. 
He was shaking.
Without hesitation, you walked up to him and sat down next to him on the bed. Ever so gently, you reached out and touched his arm, to let him know you were there. Then you put your arms all the way around him in a hug, shielding him with your body. You wrapped yourself around him, laying your head on the top of his. 
He pulled his arms around your waist, and you pulled him closer to you before placing a light kiss on his forehead.
He broke.
With one violent tremor, he doubled over, burying his head in your lap. He was racked with sobs, and you could feel his warm tears as they rolled off his face and onto you. 
“I’m here, Sammy,” you whispered, your voice full of emotion. “I’m right here.”
You stayed in that position for about a half an hour before you finally spoke again.
“Was......was it a nightmare?”
Seconds passed. “Yeah,” he choked.
“I get them too, you know,” you whispered.
He looked up. “You do?”
“I only heard you because I was passing by your room to go to the kitchen. My grandmother always told me that hot chocolate drives all the monsters and terrible things away,” you said quietly.
You could feel him smile. “That sounds nice.”
“Do you want a mug?”
“That would be great.”
The two of you sat crosslegged facing each other on Sam’s bed, both of you sipping at your hot chocolate.
“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked cautiously.
“Not....really. I mean, I’m okay now that you’re here, but.....I don’t know, it’s kind of painful to talk about.”
“Okay.”
You looked down and realized that your hot chocolate was all gone, and it was almost 2 in the morning.
“Sam, I should probably go back to my room and-” you started to stand up, and Sam reached out to grab your wrist.
“No! Wait......I mean, please......stay. Just- just tonight. Stay with me.”
You smiled at him and sat back down, only to be met with a soft kiss from Sam, which of course sent your heart into panic mode, like every time he kissed you. “Alright,” you whispered. “Alright.” 
He grinned.
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That night as you laid there, wrapped in his arms, you had never felt safer. And, for the first time in months........no nightmares. It was probably the best night’s sleep you had ever gotten.
The next morning you woke up. Light came in little ribbons across your face from the blinds. As your beautiful eyes fluttered open, you yawned a little. What you didn’t realize was that Sam was watching you, a sleepy smile on his face. He had never seen you tired like this before, never had you woken up in his arms. He had never had your peaceful face be the first thing he saw when he woke up. But he loved it.
You looked up at him, grinning. “No nightmares last night,” you whispered.
“Huh?”
“I didn’t have any more nightmares last night.”
He smiled. “Me neither.”
A few minutes passed laying in silence and looking at each other before Sam spoke.
“My.....my nightmares are always, you know, different. But......um, they all end the same way. You.....” his voice dropped to a whisper. “You always die.”
Your heart shattered.
“Sam.....”
“Sometimes.....I wake up and I cry and everything just like you saw last night. And then I.....I walk down the hallway and I open your door. Just a little. Just to- to make sure you’re okay. Then I leave. And the nightmares start all over again and keep going until I wake up.”
The pieces of your heart were being thrown into the wind and blown all over the world so they could never be put back together.
You rubbed his back with your hand, up and down in a caressing movement. “Maybe I should just sleep in here more often. Save you the trip down the hallway.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I mean.....if you don’t mind.”
He beamed. “I think that would be great.”
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