#and 'Tell Dustin he's the luckiest guy for having you by his side'

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I wish Steddie was popular during the whole Squid Game period just to have my TikTok full of draws of this scene with them

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Kiss It, Make It Better

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader 

summary: Y/N craves smoking with someone new, so who better than Steve Harrington. 

A/N: this is based solely on the ‘it’s only marijuana’ line in season three bc i am in love with stoner!Steve 

warnings: drugs <3, cursing, fluff 

word count: 2.4k 

Y/N and Dustin had the routine since Y/N got her license, that once a month they would have a sibling drive, in which they would drive around with the sole intent of getting caught up with one another. Given all the shit they had been through over the past few years, it naturally became their own special form of therapy. The Events of Starcourt on the Fourth of July and the days prior were once again weighing heavily on the two during their first drive since.

“What was it like being drugged?” Dustin asked, his curiosity weaving its way into his voice.

“Weird. It kinda felt like everything was the best thing ever, but it also came at the worst time. It was also weird that it was with Steve Harrington and Robin.”

“Is it like weed?”

“Is it like what?” Y/N knew the answer, it was no, but she had no idea why her little brother was deciding to ask her that in that exact moment.

“When you guys were drugged, I kept asking Steve if he did drugs, and he said that he only did marijuana. I wanted to know if they were comparable. So, is it like weed?”

“First off Dusty, you don’t ‘do’ marijuana, you smoke it. And secondly, I’m not answering that question, you can save that query for Steve.” Steve. Y/N had a lot of thoughts about him, it was interesting to hear about him from the rumors in high school in comparison to how she saw him act regularly. And ever since she started smoking to calm herself down, she has craved smoking with someone other than Robin, maybe Steve was worth a shot.

“Speaking of Steve, he said he might be over a lot over the next few nights while his parents are away, just so you know.”

“Oh? Is he coming tonight?”

“No, not tonight. He isn’t off work till 9 and mom doesn’t want him coming an hour before my dumbass bedtime— I still don’t get why she just NOW gave me a bedtime while you don’t even have a curfew.” Her brother started rambling, but all she could pay attention to was that he was going to be home alone tonight. Would it be that crazy of her to show up after all the trauma they had been through over the past 3 years?

“It’s because I’m legally an adult, so she’s treating me as such, and you’re just going into high school, she wants you to be safe. But okay, guess we’ll just have to see him soon.” The two drove around for a while longer before returning home. As the hours in between past, Y/N glanced towards her bookshelf, in which held a hidden stash of weed. She could always tell her mom she was just going to Robin’s, she would never try to prevent Y/N from seeing Robin.

She walked toward the bookshelf with soft footing, and with a gentle touch she plucked the hard covered book from the shelf. Inside lay two pre rolled joints she bought from her dealer and some bud Murray had snuck her after Hopper’s memorial. She snapped the book closed and tossed the book gently onto her bed. She put on a zip up hoodie and packed a fake sleepover bag. The books spine crackled gently as the cover was opened just enough for her to grab the pre-rolls out and into her pocket.

With backpack slung over her shoulders and her hands tucked securely in her pockets, Y/N strolled casually into the living room where her mother sat, as the minutes ticked quicker and quicker past 9:30–he was definitely home by now.

“Hey mom! Inhope you don’t mind but I’m gonna head over to Robin’s.”

“Oh! Did she call? I didn’t even hear the phone!”

“Oh no! She didn’t!” Y/N let in a gulp, she didn’t think this through. “She asked me a few days ago to come over tonight if I wanted to, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go until a little bit ago.”

“Ah, sounds like you, Do you wanna call her before you head over?” Claudia stood from her seat and began moving and motioning towards the phone.

“No!’ Y/N shrieked at her mother, who turned confusedly towards her. “Her mom goes to bed early and I told her that if I was gonna come it would be between 9 and 10, she assumes I’m coming, but I do really gotta get going.” Y/N glanced nervously at the clock, it was getting later and later and there comes a time where it’s a little uncomfortable to show up. Claudia glanced to the clock as well.

“Okay Y/N/N, you better get going.”

“Bye mom—“

“—Drive safe, be careful, I love you.”

“I love you too mom.” Y/N said as she practically ran to her car. She turned her car on and began the drive towards his house, not even thinking twice about where she was going until the car came to a park in his driveway.

“Shit!” Y/N yelled at herself. She yelled at herself for being weird and for showing up unannounced. She calmed herself down by saying, “who wouldn’t want someone showing up with free weed? Don’t overthink it.” She pulled in a complete, deep breath and walked hesitantly to the door. Three knocks sounded off the door, her breath fluttering ever so slightly as she let her hand fall to her side. Footsteps could be heard from the opposite side of the door, stepping closer and closer by the second. The doorknob turned and Y/N’s attention snapped up to meet the gaze of the boy at large.

“Hey Y/N, what’re you doing here?” Steve asked delightfully surprised. Her hand reached inside her pocket to pull one of the two joints. She lifted it from her pockets to where he could see it.

“Got a light?” She asked with a smirk.

After finding a lighter, the two made their way to his backyard. They sat parallel to one another in their chaise chairs. Y/N flicked the lighter a few times before sparking up the first joint of the night. She pulled a large huff in and held it as she passed the joint to Steve. He took in a long drag, holding the joint in front of him to inspect it after he hit it. A few seconds after Y/N had released her hit, Steve started coughing a bunch.

“Jesus Y/N, where the hell did you get this?” Steve said through the gasps for air.

“Good shit, huh?” Y/N joked as she inhaled another hit. The two fell into a rhythm of passing it back and forth as conversation allowed itself to flood the air.

“So what made you come here Y/N?” Steve pondered towards the girl.

“Dusty started asking me about when we were drugged, and apparently you told him you smoked weed. And, as much as I love Robin, I need someone new to smoke with, and you’re not AWFUL to hang out with.” Y/N explained, with sarcasm dripping from the last sentence.

“Wow, I feel so touched. Truly, I feel like the luckiest man alive. THE Y/N Henderson chose ME to smoke with. Best day of my life.” Steve rambled on, matching the sarcastic tone Y/N started with. The two laughed for a bit together, before Y/N spoke through the giggles.

“I am sorry for just showing up, I just didn’t know how to ask.”

“What? Am I that scary?”

“You’re THE King Steve, you’re the coolest, hottest guy at Hawkins. I was so intimidated by your male wiles. I am begging at your feet Steve Harrington.” Y/N mocked other girls she had witnessed in Hawkins. “No you’re not scary, I just couldn’t bring myself to say ‘Hey Steve, want to do some drugs with me?’ on our family phone, it didn’t feel right.” Steve let out a chuckle and a ‘fair enough’. It fell silent for a moment as the joint had its final hits taken from it.

“Why haven’t we hung out before? I mean away from all the traumatizing shit.” Steve asked slowly as he let himself sink down into the chair.

“Different friend groups before it all and then after and during it all, I didn’t and don’t want to impede on you and Dustin’s time. Plus neither of us have asked each other anyway.”

“That’s not true, I invited you to the movies that one day you stopped into scoops alone.”

“Yeah after I had already told you I was babysitting that night, you didn’t even ask to reschedule.”

“Yes I absolutely—didn’t. I didn’t.” Steve said, confidence dissipating. Y/N couldn’t help but focus to each small feature of his face one by one. Sure, she had looked at him but she never looked at him. He really was beautiful.

Jokes and stories were told between the two, laughter and exaggerated stories filled the bubble they put themselves in. In those moments, there was no one else in the world but Steve and Y/N.

“And that’s how Mike Wheeler broke his finger in our backyard.” Y/N let out through a fit of giggles. Steve clutched his stomach as he let himself fall back into the chair from the gut busting laughter Y/N had sent him into. As he got more comfortable, he glanced down at his watch. His eyes bulged at the time.

“Holy shit.” He said flustered, eyes never leaving the watch face.

“What? What time is it?”

“It’s almost 2 A.M.”

“Oh damn…” Y/N said, a dangerously fun smile finding its way to her face. Her hand reached towards the second joint in her pocket. “So this would be of no interest to you?” Steve’s squinted eyes opened just a peep. He let out a long whine.

“I think I’m too high to even move…but that looks so good.” Y/N looked between him and the joint. She noticed space for her to sit on the edge of his chair, and placed herself there. She placed the joint between her lips and gave it a light, waiting for the rolling paper burn down to the weed. From between her lips, she pulled the joint between her fingers and held it gently up to his. He took in a pull, never once releasing eye contact. With each consecutive hit, the distance between them drew closer and closer, eventually leaving their faces merely inches apart. Her fingers were so far back on the joint, they grazed his lips as he took in one of the final hits. Her fingers tingled from his touch. She glanced towards his eyes, his meeting hers already. The air around them went still and quiet. Their eyes were locked on each other, contact never wavering as their bodies moved towards one another like a magnet. His eyes stayed put on hers as his voice fell in the air.

“Give me one more.” Her hand lifted lightly and placed itself at his lips once more. The joint glowed a bright red as he inhaled the smoke. Y/N was so enraptured by his beauty, she didn’t notice the joint burning down to a nub. She watched as a cloud of smoke was blown from his lips and into the sky, before the heat had finally reached her touch.

“Son of a bitch!” She exclaimed as she dropped the roach to the ground. She lifted her fingers to her mouth, attempting to ease the burning feeling. The burn wasn’t bad, just a little redness but it didn’t hurt any less.

“Hey, let me see it.” Steve’s tone was much gentler now as he lifted her hand into his own. He raised her gently by her wrist to examine the burnt fingers. He delicately placed the burnt fingers to his lips and gave them a tiny little kiss.

“Kiss it, make it better.” He whispered, just barely audible to her ears. That’s what was so shocking about Steve, his heart was so filled with love and care. He did his best to make everyone feel protected, even if his popular guy persona overshadowed it at times.

“How are you so perfect?” Her voice came out quietly. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at her once more and without much thought, he closed the distance. The kiss was gentle and loving, but clearly stoked by passion. His lips upturned into a smile. She leaned back and traced her fingers across her lips. Just to make sure she didn’t imagine it, she pulled the boy towards her by the collar and planted one more kiss on him—and she noted that he kissed back with the same fervor.

“I have a crush on you Steve Harrington.” She said, hiding her blushing face from the boy. He turned her face towards him as he confessed,

“I’ve had a crush on you for like 3 months.”

“You have?”

“Yeah.” He said, his thumb gently grazing her cheek.

“Why?”

“Dustin talks about you enough, and I—uh I remembered all the times you’ve kicked ass over the past few years and it just kinda…happened. Who wouldn’t want someone as smart, badass, and beautiful as you?” He rambled our haphazardly, a blush forming across his cheeks as well.

“Steve…”

“Oh god, that was embarrassing, am I blushing? I feel like I’m blushing. fuck me.” Steve started rambling.

“Hey! It’s not embarrassing, it’s cute.” Y/N explained, but it didn’t seem to help. An idea flashed in her mind. “Oh no! You are so embarrassing, I am embarrassed. Ew, guess I

I’ll just have to close my eyes! I hope that embarrassing Steve Harrington doesn’t kiss me!” The sarcastic tone from earlier returning once more. A chuckle bubbled past Steve’s lips. He once more laid one on her, this time—a little bit more passionate than the past.

Y/N nuzzled herself into Steve’s side on the small beach chair they were on. The air sat comfortably still in that moment, the two reeling from the overwhelming emotions they had just felt. Quiet giggles pierce the air as Y/N studies her fingers.

“It worked.” She said matter of factly.

“What worked?”

“After you kissed it, I haven’t thought about it since. You made it better.” Y/N spoke melodically. Steve planted a kiss to the top of her head and pulled her closer in to him.

“Kiss it, make it better.” He repeated once more.

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The wonderful @sneakysprinkle requested, “Hey I would love love love it if you could make a mileven fic set at the cabin with the rest of the party. (Maybe they could explore elevens powers?) please please please!! :)” Here you go, hope you like it!!

   Jim Hopper stood in the dark corner of his hunting cabin smoking a cigarette and keeping a careful eye on his adopted daughter, Jane. The young girl sat quietly on the couch her legs crossed underneath her while a small gaggle of pre-teens sat on the floor in front of her. They had decided as a group that today would be the day they would determine just how powerful Jane was. Hopper had insisted he be present for the “experiment” for the safety of everyone involved. Dustin was the first to break the silence,”I mean we know you can kill people and close interdimensional portals, so I guess we can check that one off the list.” Mike groaned, of course, Dustin had made an actual list.

   “Give me that,” Mike snapped and tore the paper from Dustin’s hands. “Time travel? Teleportation? Replication? Are you serious?” Mike crumpled the sheet of paper, he had been the only one of the party to veto this idea. “Don’t you think she’s gone through enough test already? We’re supposed to be her friends and you want to poke and pinch at her to make her do to party tricks?” Mike looked desperately to Hopper, “You’re the adult here, tell them we shouldn’t do this,” the Chief remained stoic, unmoved by Mike’s plea. “Mike,” Mike turned to look at her, “I want to do this, I need to do this,”

“Yeah but- El, just- I don’t want you to feel like you need to. You aren’t some sort of sideshow attraction.”  She smiled at him softly placing her hand gently on his shoulder, “I’ll decide when it’s time to stop, I promise I won’t be-” she looked towards Hopper,” I won’t be stupid.”

   For over an hour Dustin rattled off ideas from his list, most of them were based around things he had seen in movies or on TV. The truth of the matter was there was no way of knowing what Eleven could really do or what things were even possible, this was a totally alien concept to them. At first, things were pretty tame, making a spoon float mid-air, turning the lights on and off, but after a while, that wasn’t enough. Eleven started pushing herself more and more, she made the doors slam and caused a fire to roar to life in the fireplace. She sent chairs flying across the room and burst the lightbulbs in every lamp.  “Okay, that’s enough!” Mike said but Eleven was in a deep trance, blood pooled in her nostrils and dribbled down her lips.

   “El, stop it! You’re going to hurt yourself!” Max cried, just as she said that a large book came flying across the room hitting her square in the jaw. “Hey!” Lucas yelled throwing his body across Max as records started cutting through the air. Hopper ran to his girl, holding her head in his hands, “Jane, you have to stop this, okay.” He said this in a way that sounded calm but his eyes were full of terror. “Jane?” Nothing changed the cabin was now in full chaos. Max and Lucas ran for the door but it wouldn’t open and Dustin dove under the couch for protection. Hopper was now shaking the young girl, “Come on, kid, snap out of it!” Her brown eyes were glazed over and her mouth hung open slightly, she was completely gone, disappeared into her mind.

   “I’m so sorry for this,” Hopper said as he drew his hand back and gave Jane a hard smack across the mouth. “What did you do that for?” Mike screamed as he moved closer to Eleven. “I’m running out of ideas here, kid.”

“Look out!” Max screamed as a butcher knife flew through the air implanting itself into the wall. “I think I know something that’ll work,” Mike cried as he ran for his backpack. He dove over chairs and books making his way towards the bag. Once he had it in his hands he dug around frantically before he found what he was looking for. He double checked the cassette was still in his Walkman and then joined Hopper who was still desperately trying to pull El from her trance.

   As Mike fumbled with the headphones he could hear Hopper pleading with Eleven, “I promise you this isn’t that place. You are safe here, I would never, ever let anything bad happen to you I promise. But you need to come back, okay? Please come back. You have to come back to me, El. Come back to Dad, okay?” Finally, Mike inserted the jack correctly, he moved quickly wiping the blood from El’s ears as he slowly placed the headphones over her curly hair. Pressing play Mike waited for a sign. Mike had spent hours putting together that mixtape that was now bursting through the headphones.

   He had sat in his room for days waiting for songs to come on the radio so he could record them on a cassette. Most of them were cheesy love songs or ones he thought El might like but the first one on there was the song that had played the night they had danced together at the snowball, the night they had kissed. Mike waited a tense few moments while the cabin and what felt like the world around him shook. As the tape whirled in the player, the color slowly returned to El’s face, her eyes lost the glaze that had so deeply covered them.

   The chaos that had erupted so suddenly slowly began to calm itself like the rain receding after the climax of a storm. Suddenly Eleven blinked as if she was just waking up from a deep sleep. “Dad?” She whispered softly. Mike had never seen the Chief so overcome with emotion. He wrapped Eleven up in his arms and held her there for a very long time. Without a word he picked her up and took her into her old bedroom, the one she had used before Hopper had moved her into his home. After placing her gently down and the Chief entered the room and instructed the Party it was time for them to leave. Dustin, Lucas, and Max left without a word but Mike stood still, and Hopper understood that the Wheeler boy wasn’t leaving without saying goodbye.

   The Chief gave him a nod and Mike quietly moved into the bedroom. Eleven looked so small covered in the massive quilts Hopper had piled on her. Mike took a seat next to the bed and held her hand. Hopper emerged with a washcloth and basin and without saying a word Mike took the damp cloth and began to wipe the blood from her mouth and ears. Hopper took out a cigarette with shaking fingers but thought better of it and went to take his smoke outside. Mike sat alone in the room for a few more moments before she opened her eyes, “Mike?” Her voice was hoarse and her lips were cracked.

   Mike leaned forward giving her a small kiss on the forehead, “Hi,” he said gently as if she were a baby animal. “I’m sorry.”She said and Mike nodded his head, he wasn’t mad at her, in fact, he didn’t even feel like he was owed an apology but he knew that Eleven would never forgive herself if she didn’t attempt to make amends. “It’s okay, I know you can’t control it,” he winced, “I, I mean you can- I just mean sometimes- I- you,”

“No, you’re right,” Eleven whispered, “I can’t control it.” She looked to him and there was so much pain in her eyes Mike felt his whole body ache to see her like that. “Do you ever wish I was normal?” She asked pulling herself deeper into her cocoon of blankets. “What?” Mike asked genuinely taken aback by the question. “Do you ever wish I was like other girls? Like Max.” Mike shook his head furiously, “Why would I ever want that?” He asked as he pulled her hand closer to him, “El, you’re amazing, why would I ever want to be with anyone else?”

   She pulled away and turned her back to him, “Normal girls can’t do what I do. Normal girls don’t almost kill their boyfriends,” her voice broke at that moment and her body began to shake as tears spilled from her eyes. Mike got up and quickly moved to the other side of the bed, “Please, don’t cry, just please don’t cry,”  he said softly. Thinking quickly Mike grabbed the one-eyed teddy bear that sat on the floor. He picked it up and made it’s feet walk over to El’s face. “Hi, El!” Mike said in a high pitched voice, there was a hint of a smile on her lips, Mike pressed on, “Do you know that I think you are the most amazing, most powerful, most bitchin’ girl I know?” A smile quickly spread on Eleven’s lips but disappeared just as quickly. “And I think Mike Wheeler is the luckiest guy in the whole world. You wanna know why?” Mike asked still using the bear to do most of the talking. El remained quiet, Mike took the bear’s paw and wiped a tear that was slowly falling down her nose, “Come on, ask him why.” Mike prompted, “Why?” El asked quietly.

   “Mike is the luckiest guy because you love him and he loves you,” by this point Mike had stopped using the high pitched voice and spoke directly to her even though he still moved the bear as if it was still talking, “And there is nobody else in this universe that he would fight a demodog for, and there is no one else in this universe that he would call every night for-”

“Three hundred and fifty-three day,” Eleven said. She sat up and pulled Mike into a hug, “I would never want anyone else but you, I love you.” He whispered as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. She pulled back, resting her head against his forehead, “I know, I love you too.”

After a few more minutes the Chief reappeared smelling of smoke and Mike understood it was time for him to leave, besides he knew that El would want to go and spend the night in her new bedroom, the one with the flowers that Will had so painstakingly painted by hand over the summer. As Mike walked out the door and towards his bike Hopper called out to him, "You're a good kid, Wheeler. You got a good head on your shoulders." Mike nodded and turned to leave, "Listen," the Chief said and he slowly walked to join Mike, "I never thanked you, for what you did, back when she first escaped. If you and your buddies hadn't found her, I don't know what would have happened."

Mike nodded, "Well, I mean I couldn't just leave her out there, she needed someone." The chief took a deep a breath, "Well, if it means anything I'm glad the person she ended up needing was you." And with that, the Chief turned back to the cabin. Mike began to peddle but heard a small voice call out, "Wait!" Miike turned to see El standing on the porch she ran to meet him. Before Mike could say anything El pulled him into a kiss.  Mike's heart pounded, and his legs felt shaky, he wondered if he would ever get used to kissing her or if it would always feel like the first time every time. The feeling was so amazing Mike could have sworn he was floating, in fact it really did feel like he was floating. He didn't even realize he had been until his feet gently touched the ground.