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Summary; (For the sake of this fic, Steve and Nancy never happened) Steve and reader being dumb and having moments of being iconic together. Since everyone knows that Steve isnβt the sharpest tool in the shed, maybe he just needs another person to be as dumb as him or maybe he just needs someone else to match him mentally.
warnings; swearing, usual stranger things, things, slight mention of drug use, blood and injury. not proof read.
A/N; thank you for all the requests! I apologise for taking so long getting through them all. i cant write a 0.5k-1.0k fic for the life of me at the minute! Its 2am for me now, but i really wanted to get this out!
Dustin said Steve was an idiot because he had too much hair on top of his head which left too much room for air. For you, Dustin said it was because youβd been around Steve for far too long.
School was a bore, you tried your hardest and whilst you did ace some classes, you also completely failed in others. Picking up extra tuition and getting help from anyone who would give it to you was a struggle. You didnβt like asking for help, it made you feel dumb, but more than that, it made you feel useless. Why did you struggle so much in certain classes and not in others?
You honestly thought it was from a fall you had as a child when you were learning how to ride a bike. Your father had stupidly taken off your stabiliser wheels and let you go on the hill of your childhood garden, right into a tree. Whilst you were fine overall, you did end up with a nasty bump on your head.
Not only were you not that smart academically, but you were also very accident-prone, which is how you met Steve βthe hairβ Harrington. You werenβt the most popular person in school, you had a small group of friends and that was enough for you. You didnβt want to be known by everyone. As you walked down the busy hall to your locker, hardly taking in your surroundings and paying attention, you slammed into someoneβs back. Your extra tuition books and folders fell to the floor,
βIβm so sorry, I wasnβt looking where I was going!β The person you slammed into turned around, Steve Harrington, one of the most popular, sought for guys in school looking down at you, βI- Iβ you stuttered and he smiled, placing his sunglasses on the top of his head, he always found your first meeting adorable, it was something the party had heard several times and not got bored of hearing it. The nervousness in your eyes, the way you pushed some of your hair back behind your ear. The way you bent down to get your books, just as he was doing the same. Your heads collided and bounced off each other, his glasses joining your books on the floor, thankfully not broken,
βShit! Sorry!β It was Steveβs turn to apologise as he slipped his discarded glasses into his pocket and pulled all of your books and folders into his arms, standing quickly so as not to embarrass himself further, βare you okay?β you just laughed and nodded, taking the books from his arms as you thanked him. That was the start of yours twos budding romance.
Hawkins, Indiana, October, 1984
It was a constant source of amusement for the party, they couldnβt believe some of the stuff you and Steve came out with half the time and how you were both so in sync,
βMaybe if we set this on fire,β Mike stated as he looked toward all the drawings on the floor,
βOh, yeah. Thatβs a no.β Steve bites back, shaking his head, throwing a tea towel over his shoulder as he leaned on one foot, hand on his hip,
βA double no at that,β you called back to scrambling kids who were already gathering supplies and pointing at drawings on the floor,
βThe mind flayer would call away his army,β
βTheyβd all come to stop us,β
βWe circle back to the exit,β
βGuys.β Steve interrupted the party as they carried on talking between themselves, rushing around, completely ignoring the two older people in the house,
βBy the time they realise weβre gone-β
βEl would be at the gate,β
βHEY, HEY, HEY, this is not happening!β You and Steve bellowed over the party as they stopped to look at the both of you, your arms falling around as Steve grabbed the tea towel from his shoulder, whipping the air,
βDo you two share the same brain cell?β Dustin looked towards you both,
βNo!β you both shouted in unison again, looking towards each other before laughing, the kids joining you.
They were all ecstatic when they found out you were both dating, though they did have to push you both in the right direction, this whole thing was an unlikely friendship between people. The only reason you were involved with Dustin and his friends was because you babysat him whilst his mum was at work, this caused you to get involved with the disappearance of Will last year and in turn, with you being close to Steve. He was brought into the mix also.
It was so obvious to others, how you both felt about each other, but it wasnβt for you and Steve. After some coxing and words of wisdom from the younger party, as you called it. You and Steve were finally an item, though they didnβt find out until months later when Steve let it slip,
βDustin, stop picking on my girlfriend, would you?β Steve looked up from his plate of food as he moved bacon around with his fork, leaning back against the dining room chair as he stretched,
βBut she just- wait? What... girlfriend?β Dustin looked back and forth between you both, the pair of you looking confused, βyouβre meant to tell us!β Steve carried on moving food around his plate as you took a bite of toast leaning against the counter,
βTell you what?β you asked wiping the crumbs off your hands onto a discarded tea towel,
βHave you been listening to any of this conversation?!β Dustin questioned, βThat youβre together! I canβt believe this! How long have you two been a thing?! Wait until the others find out about this!β You picked up your plate with half a slice of toast left and took a seat opposite Steve as Dustin still stood shocked, playing with his walkie,
Steve finished up his food and stood up to put his plate in the sink, he looked at the calendar furrowing his brows slightly at the small writing, βLike seven months? Right?β he looked back at you as you nodded, your mouth full of toast.
Dustin once again stood dumbfounded, his mouth visibly agape as he pressed a button on his walkie, βyou are not going to believe this, guys.β
Hawkins, Indiana, June 1985
βOh, this is ridiculous.β You smoothed out part of your Scoops uniform that was now creased and bloody from your split lip and Steveβs as he was continuously hunching over you in a Russian loading car trying to gather his senses and not be knocked from pillar to post by Dustinβs driving up front, laughter bubbling in your throat, the situation was anything, but funny. All three of you (Steve, Y/N, and Robin) had been interrogated to the max, but once they found out there was a tie between you and Steve, they took advantage of that.
βWho do you work for?β the guard got down into your face once more, holding the arms of the chair you were tied to, his eyes glaring into your own,
βHow many times do I have to tell you I work for Scoops Ahoy? I scoop ice cream for a living!β you cried out as you earned another slap across your already throbbing jaw. Steve was tied up behind you already passed out, theyβd done a number on him and all you wanted to do was get out of this place and tend to his injuries, he didnβt deserve any of this. Robin was tied to the corner of the room having to witness her two new best friends being treated like this.
The Russian guard got in your face once more, βit looks like your friend here needs a doctor. Just as well we have the very best.β A smirk across his face made you see red, and without thinking you spat at him. A slight tinge of blood from your split lip was dripping down your chin, staining the collar of your uniform, βyouβre going to regret that little one.β With that he muttered something else in Russian before leaving the room with the other guards, leaving you three on your own once more, but not without Robin calling them all bastards and yelling to let you all out of there.
βSteve?β you called gently as Robin tried to manoeuvre her arms from her binds to no avail. Unlike you two, she was tied to a bench so she couldnβt do much whilst she was bound up. Steve started to stir, pain evident in the way he groaned, βoh thank god... are you okay?β you asked quietly not wanting to be too loud,
βEars are ringing, I can barely breathe and, my eye feels like itβs about to pop out of my skull, but apart from that Iβm doing pretty good.β His voice was laced with pain and sarcasm.
You were pulled out of your thoughts as you came to an abrupt end, all three of you hitting already pained parts of your body as Dustin crashed into something,
βYou guys alright back there?β Dustin asked as he looked to Erica with a slight shrug, βTheyβre fine, come on. Letβs go.β Dustin hurried out and opened the back of the loading car, hurrying you all out. Time was of the essence after all. This definitely made him think about how he acted sometimes, it was a handful and the fact you and Steve cared for him and all of his friends ample times made him furrow his brow slightly, not that he would change after they got out of this mess, he had an excuse, he was still younger than you.
Β βGuys! Come on!β Dustin bellowed as he huffed in annoyance, slapping his wrist, and ushering everyone into the elevator.
βOh my god! A skateboard!β you screamed out in joy, jumping on a red platform truck as Dustin got to work pressing buttons and hoping for the best, once the elevator started to move, you started to struggle. Steve grabbed hold of the platform truck to stop it from moving too much,
βIt looks like you're surfing!β Robin pointed at you as Dustin and Erica glanced at each other quite clearly done with your shit.
βThey look drunk,β Erica stated, all of you now splayed on the floor talking about food, βwhy are they drunk, or drugged?β she questioned as Dustin felt Steveβs forehead,
βHeβs burning up,β Dustin spoke to Erica alarmed,
βYouβre burning upβ Steve bit back, trying to push Dustin away with his hand whilst you and Robin laughed at the ceiling,
Β βEyes are bloodshot, pupils dilated, Steve,β Dustin pat his cheek lightly, βare you drugged?β
βHow many times, Dad? I donβt do drugs. Itβs only marijuana.β Steve poked Dustinβs cheek and started laughing again as you and Robin shot up,
βyou have marijuana?!β you crawled over to Steve and laid next to him, βgimme!β more laughs erupted from the three of you as Dustin and Erica watched on, wondering what the hell they were going to do to get you all out of this mess in one piece.
Getting you all back to the mall safely was a lot harder than Dustin could have imagined, Robin was picking at her uniform whilst tripping up over thin air whilst you and Steve were trailing behind humming and drumming the air to Simple Minds- Donβt You (Forget About Me) a song that had been on the radio continuously for the past month- a song Dustin thought you were both getting annoyed with as it came on the radio hours before you were in this mess and you were both scrambling with the radio to turn it off with rushed words of, fuck sake, turn it off, not this again, if I hear this song one more time I swear,
βDonβt you, forget about me.β
βDonβt, donβt, donβt, donβt.β
βDonβt you, forget about me.β
Keeping you all hidden from the Russians was a lot harder than it could have been, with you three wanting food, and then trying to separate to find food, Dustin thought of a quick solution and got you all into the movie theatre but not before Steve reached into the bin to pull out a bag of discarded popcorn,
βYou three sit.β Dustin pointed at the three vacant chairs as you all complained about being too close, and how the seats sucked. βWell then donβt watch the movie!β
βBut we want to watch the movie!β Robin exclaimed as other people around you started to get agitated,
βThen watch it!β Dustin apologised to other people trying to shush you all, changing his tone to a hushed annoyed whisper, βWhatever you do. Donβt... go... anywhere.β
βFine, Dad.β Steve perked up shaking his shoulders slightly as you and Robin snickered, taking handfuls of popcorn and shoving it in your mouth.
βThat settles it,β Dustin huffed, βI'm never having kids." The pair sat down a few seats away, keeping their eyes off you trying to fetch up a plan.
Once they both realised you three had left the movie theatre, Dustin let out an audible sigh from his chest, this day, was not it.
βSo, like, I wasnβt totally focused in there or anything, but... Iβm pretty sure...that mum was trying to bang her son.β Robin leaned against the wall as you and Steve took turns drinking water from the fountain,
βBut theyβre the same age.β you stopped drinking and looked towards Robin,
βNo, but he went back in time.β Robin looked up to the ceiling, balancing on one foot and then the other,
βThen why is it called back to the future?β Steve asked confused as he stopped drinking, letting Robin get to the fountain.
βIt doesnβt make any sense,β you stated βBack means past so how could he be travelling back to something that hasnβt even happened yet?β you questioned Robin, Steve looking at you doe-eyed, completely agreeing with you,
βHe has to go back to the future because heβs in the past, so, the future is actually the present, which is his timeβ Robin added as you looked confused,
βwh...What?β you and Steve looked at each other astonished before you both got distracted by the ceiling lights, dizziness, and churning in your stomach had you all rushing to the toilet, bringing up everything that happened in the day.
βWell that was no fun,β your voice was harsh, your throat sore as you leaned back against the cold wall of the cubical, no longer dizzy, everything still, the walls no longer moving around you, βBack to the Future though, I canβt get over that.β
Hawkins, Indiana, March 1986
Walking into the creel house was way more disturbing than it looked outside, creaking floorboards, furnishings covered in dust and cobwebs, completely derelict, wherever you stood, something creaked.
Lucas went to check on a small lamp for some light, probably to take the edge off an already eerie situation, βlooks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill.β He stated as Dustin turned on his flashlight, you and Steve stood behind him glancing back and forth to each other,
βWhereβd everyone get those?β Steve asked noticing that everyone had one except you and him.
Dustin looked back at the both of you as if to say unbelievable, βDo you two need to be told everything? Youβre not children.β
βThank you.β You said under your breath a little, huffing as Dustin took his backpack off,
βBack pocket.β He was used to you both forgetting things like that, you were both usually good with weapons and things you might need, and everything you didnβt, but never flashlights. You really did need to be told.
Max pointed out a big grandfather clock, hoping that everyone else could see it taking you away from looking at the scattered furniture,
βWhy is this wizard obsessed with clocks?β you asked looking at the hands that were still,
βMaybe heβs, like, a clockmaker or something?β Steve said next to you, as you pursed your lips actually thinking about it,
"I think you cracked the case, Steve.β Dustin chimed in, shaking his head in disapproval as you watched on, nudging Dustin slightly. Nancy told everyone to go in groups of two leaving you, Steve and a smiling Dustin. Steve let out a sigh and walked off signalling you to follow, βWas that a sigh?β
βNo, I did not sigh.β
βI didnβt sigh. Just come on, dude.β
βWe were just always partnered up with you, okay?β
βYou have a problem with that?β
βItβd just be nice to, I donβt know, mix it up a bit.β
You continued to walk the stairs, creaking with every other step, as Dustin hurried up behind you, the pair of them starting to bicker a bit, a usual occurrence, βIβm boring to you? Is that it?β
βNo itβs the opposite,β Steve added as he moved his (Dustinβs) flashlight around careful not to knock anything off the walls,
βMaybe me and Y/N should partner up and you go around this creepy house alone, is that what you want?β Dustin asked as Steve shot his head around almost tumbling back down the stairs,
βNo! I donβt want that, sorry man.β Steve moved his hair that had fallen a little flat huffing once more. βWe do make a good team, The Three Musketeers and all that.β You smiled at Steveβs remark, it was a book you both had to read when you were at school, though boring at the time, the lessons you learned from the book stayed with you. Chivalry, honour, heroics, and willingness. It was true. You, Steve, and Dustin probably had spent the most time together because even though you could both be a bit daft from time to time, you were both reliable and trustworthy with any problem Dustin had, even if that meant issues outside of the upside down. You both never found anything that Dustin had to say daft.
βHey, uh, Henderson?β Steve asked, looking at the cobwebs that littered the place, βcould you maybe, uh, clarify what sort of clues weβre supposed to be looking for here?β
βI second that,β you cut in,
βThe world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.β Dustin looked back at the both of you smiling, βSherlock Holmes.β Seeing you both confused he huffed sincerely.
βThatβs great. Thanks. Thatβs great. Really helpfulβ You huffed and shook your head, feeling dumb as Steve placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing his thumb slowly, a knowing glance only the both of you understood.
βYou're not stupid, not to me anyway.β Steve smiled as a small laugh escaped your lips a small vent in the floor catching your eyeline as you walked over to it, βY/N, let me.β Steve crouched down in front of you lifting the metal from the floor, jars of preserved insects had you grimacing before Steve shot up alarmed, shaking his arm and flailing his hand to get a spider off, both of you clumsily falling through cobwebs and the door, into Nancy,
βHey, hey, both of you, stay still. Stop moving.β She took time to rid you both of cobwebs as she lightly dusted dust off your arm, you and Steve then looking over each other,
βIt was a black widow.β Steve lets out a breath of air, calmer than he was before, βDonβt go in there.β He shut the door adverting his attention back to you, moving a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, kissing your nose lightly. βSo uh, Nance. Maybe after we find Vecna, kill him, save the world, and stuff. Maybe we can all go out. You know? Me, Y/N, you, Jonathan, when heβs back.β
βIβd love to.β Nancy looked at you both endearingly, she was glad you both had each other. Everyone needed someone. She knew you both back in school, but never really spoke to either of you. She was too wrapped up in perfecting her grades, reading the next book on the shelf, but she was so thankful to be in your lives now.
Steve was finally with someone he could be himself around without feeling bad or awkward, even in this messed up world the both of you bounced off each other as though it were effortless. Although you were sometimes the biggest idiots, you were the biggest idiots in love.
