your ivy grows, and now im covered in you

Tensions were already high enough with a year of repetitive crawls and nothing to show for it. Everyone was on edge, as evidenced by your hands tapping the radio buttons rhythmically. Checking the signal every few seconds. 

It also showed by Steve downing a box of boppers in one sitting, the obnoxious chewing making your eyes roll in the back of your head. They made the van smell like peanut butter, getting crumbs all over the seats and the shag carpet you’d inevitably have to vacuum up. 

“You think he’d pull out by now,” Steve mumbled, mouth full of peanut butter yet again. You cringed, glaring at him from your seat in the back. “It’s been too long.” 

“Maybe he found something.” You shrugged, clicking the walkie to base camp, asking if they heard any updates. To which Robin responded, “If there were an update, we’d tell you, my friend. Please don’t kill Steve. Over” 

“If he gets crumbs anymore all over this van, consider him dead. Over.” You responded, tossing the walkie down, admittedly more aggressively than you needed to. 

This made Steve turn in his seat, squinting at you. “What did I do?” 

“Nothing, nothing!” Your voice went up in pitch, throwing your hands up. “That’s the problem. We’re just sitting here in silence while you scarf down those disgusting things.” 

“Now, Y/n, what did Boppers ever do to you?” He asked, a teasing tilt in his tone. 

“Besides, make the van reek? And get crumbs everywhere?” You knew you were misplacing anger on the boppers, but you didn’t care. You hated the rift that you put between you two, but you were physically incapable of making it worse. 

“Sounds like someone is just wound up.” He grumbled, tossing his final wrapper in the box. Making a show of properly disposing of it, to which you rolled your eyes. 

“I’m not wound up. I’m bored, annoyed, tired.” You sighed, body going limp in the chair. 

“Yeah, sure,” He said, his eyes still on yours, “Well, I don’t know how to help. You’re the one who’s been distancing themselves from me for the past week. Maybe I’d talk if I wasn’t afraid you’d bite my head off.” 

You spluttered, “Ignoring you? You’re the one who’s been too busy with this weird dick measuring contest with Jonathan. The only reason I’m here is that the two of you got into it last week, again.” 

“Dick measuring contest. He’s a dickhead,” He grumbled, stopping himself from continuing, “You know what, whatever. That doesn’t explain why you’ve been brushing me off. Between you and Dustin, I don’t know what everyone's problem is lately.” 

You felt your cheeks flush with anger, glaring at the man. “Have you ever considered you’re the problem? If you got your head out of Nancy’s ass-” 

“Whoa, where is this hostility coming from?” He gawked, throwing his hands up in faux surrender. 

“If you were paying attention, you would’ve realized it’s been there.” You grumbled, “You’ve been too busy chasing tail.” 

“Oh my god, chasing tail? What are you, my father?” He laughed, fumbling around for the van keys. 

Steve turned the keys in the ignition, the sputtering of the engine making your heart fall in the pit of your stomach. “Steve-” 

“Don’t. Just don’t.” He seethed, turning over the key multiple times to no avail. This wasn’t the first, second, or third time this van had stalled out. It needed a new battery, but Murray had been unable to find one for the past few weeks. 

“God damnnit.” He snapped, throwing the keys at the dashboard. His hands were running through his hair aggressively, a nervous habit of his. “We’re gonna have to wait until someone can give us a jump.”

You grabbed the walkie, letting everyone know of your current predicament, praying the signal stayed strong for the time being. 

“Now who’s the wound-up one?” You mumbled under your breath, putting your head in your hands while Steve stepped out, ready to flag down the next car that drove by. And as luck would have it, of course, it was some pretty girl Steve knew from school. You didn’t even have to crack the window to know he was sweet-talking her desperately. 

Unable to keep still, you crawled into the front seat, watching the girl twirl her hair nervously, blushing each time Steve opened his mouth. That pit was in your stomach again, unable to watch her place her perfectly manicured hand on his bicep. You waited just long enough for the van to charge up and slammed down on the horn, making the pair jump apart. Looking away when Steve’s eyes met yours in the windshield, simply heading to the back. 

A few minutes later, he started the van up, slamming the door shut aggressively. “What was that for?”

All you could do was laugh dryly, “How would Nancy feel about you flirting with random girls in the middle of the night?” 

“Why do you keep bringing her up?” He asked, turned around in his seat once again, giving you the death glare. You didn’t know how the two of you got here, but you couldn’t stop it. Your heart was breaking open, pouring out with everything unspoken. “You’ve brought up Nancy more than I have. It’s Nancy, Nancy. Nancy wouldn’t care what I was doing. Even if I was flirting, which I wasn’t by the way. We’re just friends!” 

“I know you’re just friends because she’s dating Jonathan!” You threw your hands up, “That’s not stopping you from pining over her.” 

“Pining?” 

“Running up the radio tower, jumping to her aid whenever she needs something, that longing look in your eyes when you’re staring at her-” 

“Longing looks?” He cut you off, deadpan. “If any of that was true, big if. Have you ever considered I’m not doing it for Nancy, but for someone else?” 

You scoffed, “What are you trying to turn Robin straight?” 

The look he gave you was exasperated, his eyes closing. He took a deep breath, steadying his emotions. Realizing you weren’t gonna get it, you were never gonna get it with how wound up you were over this. Your petty emotions were clouding all of your rational thinking. 

“Who was standing next to Nancy when we ran up the tower?” Steve asked, his voice level now. His gaze was steady on yours. You felt heavy under his eyes, nervously rubbing your palms on your jeans. 

“I mean I w-was, but I don’t understand why that matters.” 

He nodded patiently, “Yeah. And who’s by Nancy’s side a good majority of the time?” 

And suddenly you felt like the most naive person in the world. All the times Nancy would be whispering in Steve’s ear, she would look at you with a pointed glance while his cheeks flushed. All the times he rushed towards you first, and Nancy second. You didn’t even register this, too focused on the green dragon of envy in your stomach when you watched him also look over her. It wasn’t rational. 

“I mean to be technical, it's both Robin and me, but I guess mostly me, yeah. Robin can’t use a gun.” You whispered, the words barely forcing themselves out of your lips. Thinking of the sheer number of times you and Nancy were paired together. 

“Yeah,” He hummed, sliding out of the driver's seat, stalking to the back of the van, “And have you considered you’re too busy focused on the narrative you made up in your head that you can’t see what’s actually happening? You’re always trapped inside that pretty head of yours.” 

His hand came up, tapping your temple lightly. You swatted him away, his hand catching your wrist. His fingers engulf the skin, keeping a soft hold on you. Your entire body was on fire as he towered over you. 

“What is actually happening?” You asked, your breath hitching when he leaned down to your height. 

“Been looking at you, pretty girl.” He said like it was the simplest thing in the world. “It’s always been you.” 

You shook your head, “No way.” You scoffed, trying to pry your hand from his grip. Unsure of what sick game he was playing with you. “You’re always whispering things to her.” 

“And I do the same to Robin, but that doesn’t upset you, does it?” His grip held steady on your arm, bringing it up to his lips. Pressing a soft kiss on the inside of your wrist. 

“You’ve never been in love with Robin.” You pointed out. “This just doesn't make any sense.” You knew you were clinging to your anger to avoid bearing your feelings to him, trying to save yourself the embarrassment of being the only one who somehow didn’t know this was happening. 

“What doesn’t make any sense?” 

“You, looking at me. Like that.” 

“I think it makes all the sense in the world. Don’t know why it took me so long. S’always been you.” His eyes were shining, looking down at you with amusement. 

“What’s funny?” You scowled. 

“Nothing,” He chuckled, hand cupping your face gently. “I’ve just never seen someone so angry at a love confession before.” 

“I’m not angry.” You lied, not even registering his last words. “W-wait, love?” 

“Uh, yeah. I’m in love with you. Have been for a while now, you’re like the last person to know somehow.” 

“In love with me?” You repeated, your brain unable to process. 

“Yes. I mean, this wasn’t the ideal way, time, or place to tell you, but someone’s too wound up to acknowledge her own feelings.” 

This was the irritating, breathtaking Steve Harrington you knew. “I’m not wound up, I don’t know why you keep saying that.” 

“Baby.” The nickname fell off his lips as if he’d been wanting to say it for months. “You haven’t actually acknowledged anything I’ve said. You just wanna argue.” 

You kept quiet, unable to find a response that wasn’t argumentative. You hated that he knew you so well; you hated that you loved him more than anything. You loved him more than words themselves, and none of the words came out. Your mouth opening and closing, nothing but shaky breaths escaping. 

“It’s okay. We just need to unwind you a little, then we can talk, yeah?” He smirked, bringing his face closer to yours. “This okay?” 

He barely got the words out before you sat up, pressing your lips to his. Being able to show him your love while words failed you. 

His lips against yours felt like coming home after a long day, a breath of fresh air after holding your breath for hours. It was everything you had dreamt it would be and more. The two of you fit together like missing puzzle pieces. His hands gripped your face as if you’d slip away, his tongue trying to memorize every inch of your mouth. Your hands found his shoulders, gripping the corduroy as if your life depended on it, because it felt like it did. 

Your hands were moving down his arms, ready to push him back onto the floor, before the crackle of a walkie interrupted you two. 

“Did you guys get the van started again. Over?” Robin's voice echoed through the van. Every time you tried to pull away, Steve whined like a child, keeping his lips slotted against yours. Refusing to let you go from his hold. “She’s gonna start freaking out.” 

He groaned, leaning away from you. A string of spit connected between the two of your mouths. The sight of it had you squeezing your thighs together, pushing him back on the floor while you fumbled for the walkie. 

“Is everything okay? I’m freaking out a little-”

“Robin,” You sighed, “We just got a jump, sorry. Is everything okay? The signal is still strong. Over.” 

“Thank god, yes. Hopper said he’ll be another 45 minutes. He’s chasing a lead. Sorry to keep you there. We’ll buzz when he’s topside. Over.” 

You took a glance at Steve, who was sitting down with his legs wide. He propped himself up on his hands. His cheeks were flushed, lips glistening from your own mouth. His hair was ruffled, and the unmistakable bulge in his jeans was prominent. He looked beyond your wildest wet dreams. 

“I-” You started, cutting yourself off with a cough. Your body was still buzzing from earlier. 

“Yeah?” He mocked, a devilish grin on his handsome face. 

“You’re an asshole,” You sighed, “An asshole I’m helplessly in love with.” 

If he smiled anymore, his cheeks were sure to ache. “There you go. That wasn’t so hard to say, was it?” 

“Like I said. Asshole.” 

“As I said,” He smirked. “You’re wound up. And it looks like I have 43 minutes and counting to unwind you.” 

Your stomach dipped, staring at him like he was insane. “Here?” 

“Why not?” He shrugged. 

“You’re ridiculous.” You smiled, all while dropping to your knees, crawling onto his lap. His hands found your waist, his lips chasing yours instantly. Now that he’s gotten a taste of you, he’ll never be able to go without. 

Teeth gnashed together while you settled onto his lap, grinding against him as both of your hands frantically searched each other’s bodies. Your hands had already shrugged his jacket to the floor, your hands were underneath your shirt, cupping your chest through the thin fabric of your bra. 

“You taste like bopper.”You sighed, pulling away to toss your shirt over your head. 

 “And you taste like cigarettes you’ve been smoking behind my back. Did I really stress you out that much, sweet girl?” 

“Maybe it was more or so me stressing myself out.” You admitted, leaning forward to tug his shirt off. Letting your hand roam his chest, his chest hair brushing through your fingers. “There’s no way Nancy Wheeler ever deserved this.” 

“Hey,” He took your face in his hands again, “I’m yours. And you’re mine.” He could see the insecurity in your face, feel it rolling off of you in waves. “Let me show you.” 

He nudged your body to the floor, bunching up his jacket as a makeshift pillow for you. He hovered on top of you, lips attaching to your neck, kissing and sucking harshly at the skin. You let out a yelp at a particularly harsh bite, no doubt leaving a mark. 

“Steve-” 

“Love when you say my name.” He pulled the fabric of your bra aside, lips attaching to your nipple. His tongue expertly flicks the hardened bud. Pulling out a slew of pathetic moans and whimpers for him.

His hands fumbled around with the button of your pants, hands dipping inside your underwear in a way that made you forget your own name. His fingers found your clit easily, swiping up your slit in one slow movement. “Oh, baby, you’re dripping for me.” 

“Off.” That was all you could mumble, lifting your hips just enough for the fabric to slide down your legs. Your underwear joined the strew of clothes decorating the back. 

The two of you were moving in a rhythm that felt practiced, love and desperation driving the two of you to madness. His lips against yours were maddening; you knew Steve Harrington would be good at this. Experiencing it was otherworldly; he was sin incarnate. 

“Gonna make you feel so good.” He mumbled against your skin, his fingers finding your soaked heat once again. Rubbing experimental circles on your clit. Any other time, you’d feel shy at how exposed you were to him, but he looked at you as if every moment he wasn’t touching you was torture. 

“Fuck.” You hissed, hips arching at his gentle movements. He took a few minutes warming you up with kisses and the tips of his fingertips, making you see stars. You mindlessly reached for his waistband, attempting to tug them off. “Steve, please-” 

“Slow down.” He hummed, two of his fingers moving down your slit to prod at your entrance. He knew you weren’t thinking right, too strung out on lust to worry about prep. Too busy salivating at the thought of his cock deep inside you. But if it had been over a year for him, it’d been even longer for you. “We have all the time in the world.” 

“Technically like 30 minutes-holy shit.” His fingers slid into you with little resistance, your eyes rolling back. Hitting places that had long been neglected. Your own fingers paled in comparison to his.

“Relax.” He spoke again, watching your face like he was studying for a test. Moving his fingers until he hit a spot that had your jaw lax, smirking softly to himself. “Right there? That’s the spot, huh, baby?” 

You nodded, your mouth gaping open. Unable to speak in complete sentences. You melted into his touch, the lewd sounds of your squelching cunt making his cock grow harder in his pants. 

“Steve, Steve-” Your eyes shot open, looking to see where his eyes were focused on you, greedily sucking his fingers in. “I’m so close.” 

“I know. Wanna feel you cum for me. Come on.” He cooed, his palm brushing against your clit with each deep stroke of his fingers. Your legs instinctively slammed closed when your high approached, Steve forcing them open. “Take it, baby. Yeah, yeah, there you go.” 

You spasmed around him, back arching against him as you came around his fingers. It took your breath away, falling back down on the floor with a soft thud while he talked you through it. His hands rubbed your legs gently, pressing soft kisses to your sweatlined skin. 

“Holy shit, Harrington.” You croaked, eyes fluttering to him. A shit-eating grin on his face. 

“You’re so fucking hot.” He leaned up, your body missing him when his fingers slipped from you. Your cunt was already clenching around nothing, anticipating what Steve was packing in his too-tight jeans. 

“Your turn.” Your teeth bit down on your lower lip, reaching down to palm him through the fabric. He hissed, standing up to pop open his jeans. You always knew Steve had to be packing something down there; no one with his kind of ego would set himself up for failure like that. You had no idea how big until his underwear slid off his legs, his massive cock springing up, slapping his pelvic bone. 

“Oh my god.” You panted, basically drooling at the sight of him. His happy trail led down to his hairy cock. His thick red tip pulsing in the cool air, bulging veins running up his length.

“Like what you see?” He tried to speak cockily, only you were able to detect the small hint of shyness in his words. 

“Like?” Your mouth was full of drool, desperate to get your mouth on him. You sat up on your knees, hands reaching out for him. “Fuck Steve. Where have you been hiding this?” 

“You’re just feeding my ego, Y/n- oh my god.” His knees nearly gave out when you pulled his tip into your mouth. Sucking softly while your hand wrapped around his length, barely fitting. You pumped him into your mouth, slowly taking in each agonizing inch. He was heavy in your mouth, his eyes watching you in amazement. 

“Look so good with my cock in your mouth. Made for you.” He spoke, voice deepened with desire. You moaned around him, his balls tightening at the sensation. You bobbed your head slowly, spit dribbling with each movement. You were barely able to gain momentum before his hand fell on your head, prying you off slowly. 

“B-baby, I can’t. Gonna cum and I don’t wanna cum in your mouth,” He whimpered, “Well, at least not today.” He added with a smirk. You released him with a pop, letting him crawl back to the floor. Pushing you back on your makeshift pillow, settling his body between your hips. The weight of him against you made your heart swell, pulling him in for a messy kiss. You kissed him until neither of you could take it any longer, his cock twitching against your inner thigh. 

“Are you okay?” He panted, arm propping itself against the side of your head. 

“Better than okay.” You breathed out.

“Do you feel unwound?” He teased, his other hand gripping his cock. Teasing your clit with his tip, smearing around your arousal. 

“No, I feel like I could use a little more.” You grinned with teeth. 

“Just a little?” He mocked, his mushroom tip catching at your entrance. “Seems like she’s already mouthing for me.” 

He wanted to tease; it was how the two of you thrived, but he couldn’t deprive himself a minute longer. He sank himself in slowly, his arms going shaky when your warm heat wrapped around him. He went slow, letting you sink your nails into his shoulder blades while you adjusted to him. When he finally bottomed out, you hissed into his mouth, biting down on his bottom lip gently. 

“You’re so tight, baby.” He mumbled against your lips. 

“Because your cock is huge.” You whined. “Been so long.” 

“None of those little boys you fucked were as big as me, huh?” He peacocked, “I know they weren’t. Your pussy has never been this stuffed before, has she?” 

“Your e-ego is showing.” You moaned, the rough patch of his pubic hair rubbing deliciously against you. 

“But I’m not wrong.” He shifted his hips just slightly to adjust his footing, the head of his cock hitting the spongy spot he found earlier. You let out a guttural moan of his name, Steve’s smile widening. 

“Not wrong. You’re so big. Biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Please, please move.” You babbled, clenching around him so tightly he hissed as he pulled out, slamming himself back inside. Your arms were pulling him as close to you as possible while he steadied a rhythm. All you could think of was him. Steve. Steve. Steve. 

Steve and his dirty, filthy mouth. You had to put your mouth against his to get him to be quiet, content to talk you through the whole ordeal. His words made your cunt weep, his voice was octaves lower, his eyes dark as he grunted words out between each thrust. 

“Pussy squeezing me so tight. You like that, huh? You like how deep I am?” His hand pressed against your lower belly, his cock stretching deep into your womb. “You’re gonna feel me for days.”

You pressed open-mouthed kisses on his shoulder blades; no matter how close he was, it still wasn’t enough. You wanted to open his chest, to crawl inside his body. You needed him in a way that went beyond the physical realm. 

“Steve,” You gasped at a particularly hard thrust. “Fucking me so good.” 

 He pulled back from your mouth to look at you, despite your whines of protest. He looked deeply into your eyes, his brows softening at you. “I love you.” He spoke, nothing but raw admiration in his voice. 

You smiled, a true smile that met your eyes. It felt like it had been years since you smiled this hard. “I love you. I love you so much.” 

“You love me.” He spoke, almost to himself. Leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. You kissed him back feverishly, his hips still pistoning into yours. The sound of sweaty skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the van. Your moans are swallowed by his open mouth. 

From the outside was a comical sight; the windows had long been fogged up. The van is comically shaking from side to side, giving an obvious insight into what was happening in the vehicle. You didn’t notice, didn’t even care. All you cared about was his lips on yours and his cock that was prying you apart. Ruining you for every other man, not that you’d even think about touching one with a ten-foot pole. 

In just the past thirty minutes, Steve had picked up on every small cue your body had to give, your brows furrowing in concentration and your hips bucking up wildly. “Gonna cum, baby? Give it to me. Let me feel it. Cum on daddy’s cock.” 

“Holy fuck,” You nodded frantically, feeling your cunt release around him, “Oh my god, I’m cumming, daddy, I’m cumming.” 

“Oh, I knew you were filthy.” 

The groans he let out as you spurted your release around him had you reeling. It was animalistic, his hands grabbing your hips. Your body went slack, Steve using your sopping cunt to chase his own high. Tears slipped down your face, overwhelmed by the feeling of your orgasm still rolling through your body when his hips stuttered. One final thrust and Steve was cumming deep inside you, moaning out curses of your name. His arms were wobbly, leaning his head down into the crook of your neck. 

“So good for me, baby. So good.” He praised, rubbing your hair from your forehead. He whispered sweet praises, kissing your skin gently as you came down. 

“I love you so much.” You all but sobbed, clinging to him like a lifeline. 

“I love you more.” He whispered, rocking you gently in his arms. “It’s okay. You’re safe, sweet girl. I got you. I always got you.” 

He wiped your tears and stayed there until you regained feeling in your body again.

 Smiling shakily up at him.”I’m feeling very unwound.” That got a laugh out of him, his body jostling against yours. 

 You could feel his cum seeping out of you, his soft cock still nudging inside your cunt deliciously. “M’gonna pull out okay?” 

You whined, letting him anyway. Your body mourned the loss, soreness seeping into your bones. He fumbled around for something to clean you with, eyes nearly bulging out of your head when you asked to use his jacket. 

“I love you, babe, but that's courdoury.” 

“Okay, diva.” You laughed, finding old take-out napkins. He cleaned you as romantically as he could, given the circumstances. Helping you pull your clothes on slowly. Laughing at your shaky legs, as if he wasn’t the sole cause of them. 

“I don’t suppose you have some air freshener up there, do you?” You asked while Steve cranked the van again, starting the A/C on full blast. It wouldn’t be enough to cool your flushed skin, opting to open the back doors. The cool night air prickles against your damp skin. 

“Uhhh. No.” He hollered, coming around to join you at the back. “I can stop and get some at the Quick Mart before we pick Hopper up.” 

“Gonna have to. Reeks in there of debauchery.” You laughed, grabbing your pack of cigarettes from your bag. Placing one in between your teeth and lighting it. “Want one handsome? Since it’s not a secret anymore.” 

“Ah fuck it.” He smiled, stealing one from the pack. Using the lit cigarette in your mouth to light his own, an unneeded excuse to get close to you. He hadn’t smoked since high school, the nicotine going straight to his head. Only adding to the rush, he got every time he was in your vicinity. It paled to every drug. 

Your head leaned against his shoulder, breathing in him alongside the smoke. No words needed to be said, not right now. You sure looked like quite the pair. A pair of misfits clinging to each other outside the WSQK van. His hair was a mess from your hands running through it. You were sure bits of gel were clinging to your hands. 

The tapping on your bedroom window came at 10pm, like clockwork.

You could see Steve’s goofy smile through the glass, waving to you from where he was crouched in the bushes outside. You couldn’t help but laugh as you climbed off your bed, making your way over and lifting the window.

Steve climbed inside with a little less grace than he had when he was 16 sneaking into girls’ rooms after their parents had gone to bed. His ass hit the ground with a low thud before he lifted himself, brushing off his jeans and pushing up the sleeves of his pullover.

“Kind of crazy I still have to climb through your window like we’re a couple of teenagers,” Steve said quietly, resting his hands on your hips and pulling you close.

“Yeah, well,” you said, plucking a twig from his hair before brushing your fingers through it. His eyes fell closed at the feeling, smiling contentedly. “My parents still think I’m a child.”

And no one even knew you and Steve were together yet.

After years of being best friends - strictly platonic - no one thought twice about how close you and Steve were. Everyone knew Steve had harbored feelings for Nancy for years, and thought he still did. It got to the point where Steve and Jonathan argued constantly because he thought Steve was trying to win Nancy back.

Truthfully, that was just Steve. He was a bit of a show-off.

When things between you and Steve had turned into more a few months ago, it hadn’t exactly been your intention to keep it a secret. But with the end of the world scenario Hawkins was currently living, no one was paying that much attention to what the two of you were doing.

And it was kind of nice. Like your own little world.

Steve pulled you closer until your body was pressed against his, his large hands sliding around to grip your ass over the tiny shorts you were wearing. He bent down, his breath fanning across your cheek, making you shiver. He pressed his lips to your neck, and without even thinking about it you tilted your head to the side, giving him more access.

“It’s kind of exciting, though,” he mumbled against the skin of your neck. Your breaths came a little harder, your eyes closing. “Sneaking around…” His fingertips danced up the backs of your thighs, pushing up the hem of your shorts until they grazed the curve of your ass, the edge of your panties. “Having to stay quiet when I fuck you.”

“Steve…” you breathed, hands coming up to rest on his chest. You still weren’t used to the way he made you feel now. The way he made your head spin, your lungs ache, the throbbing between your thighs when he spoke to you like this. There was nothing friendly about the things he did to you.

He murmured your name back in return, and it sent a shiver up your spine. His teeth grazed the skin of your neck, and you drew in a gasp, hands tightening into fists in his shirt.

Steve moved, walking you back towards your bed. When your legs hit the edge of the mattress, you fell down onto it, bouncing softly on the plush material. Your room hadn’t changed much since you were younger, despite your 20th birthday having just passed. You still had the same white frilly pillowcases and fluffy pink duvet. You had been embarrassed about it the first time Steve came over, but there was something he liked about taking you apart piece by piece on that stupid bed.

You moved back to lay on the pillows while Steve kicked his sneakers off. He didn’t take his eyes off you, crawling onto the edge of the bed, running his hand slowly from your ankle up to your thigh. He squeezed the plush of your thigh, pushing your legs apart and crawling between them.

The rough denim of his jeans rubbed against the backs of your thighs as he settled there. He leaned over your body, hand moving up to your hip, then beneath your t-shirt, tracing over the skin of your stomach with an unexpected reverence. His calloused fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin of your sides next, and you exhaled a shaky breath, the sensation like ice through your veins.

“You’re so pretty,” Steve murmured, and you weren’t sure if he was telling you or just noting it to himself. He pushed your t-shirt up just to the bottom of your breasts, pressing featherlight kisses against your stomach. His lips trailed higher, smirking as he felt how hard you were breathing. He pulled back, looking down at you - how did you look so wrecked already?

Disappointed by the loss of his touch, you opened your eyes. “Why’d you stop?” you asked, the pout on your pretty lips making Steve’s own pull into that cocky smirk you knew all too well.

“You’re needy tonight,” he observed, thumb tracing circles over your hip. You could tell it was boosting his ego, which he really didn’t need. “I’ve barely even touched you yet.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, although even Steve could see how weak the protest was. Even though Steve was your boyfriend now - you were still getting used to that - you often fell into that playful bickering from years of friendship. “You’re not that good.”

Steve planted a hand by your shoulder, leaning back over your body. Any teasing died on your lips the second his body pressed into yours, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped when you felt his hot tongue against your neck, right over your pulse point. Your hand shot up to grasp at his bicep, clinging to him tightly.

You could feel the smirk against your skin. “I bet you’re already so wet,” he murmured. He pressed his lips to your neck, nuzzling his nose against the curve between your neck and shoulder. “I bet if I touch you right now, I’ll see just how good I am at getting you worked up.”

“Christ, Steve,” you breathed. As much as you wanted to tease him, to make him work for it, you couldn’t hide what he was doing to you. Your body was reacting to every touch, every word, to an almost embarrassing level. 

His free hand slid back down your side until he reached the waistband of your shorts. He relished in the little gasp you let out when he slipped his hand beneath, into the lace panties you had put on specifically for him, his thick fingers gently tracing through your folds.

“Oh,” he groaned, feeling the proof of everything you’d tried to deny. “God, baby, you’re soaked.” He pulled back to look down at you, his hazel eyes burning into yours with an intensity that hadn’t been there minutes before. “Just for me, huh?”

He pressed his fingers against your clit, already swollen and throbbing with need, and there was no way you could have denied it even if you wanted to.

“Uh huh,” you moaned, looking up at him with every ounce of desire written clear across your face. It nearly took Steve’s breath away, how perfect you looked. He was straining against his jeans so hard it was starting to hurt, desperate to free himself and fuck you already. 

“You make me so hard,” he muttered, his hand moving down until his index finger was pressed against your entrance. Your body thrummed with anticipation, craving to be filled by him in some way, any way, and you could see on his face that he was going to give you exactly what you wanted—

The phone rang, shrill and startling in the charged atmosphere of your bedroom.

“Shit,” you cursed, letting out a deep sigh. Steve pulled his hand from your shorts, sitting back on his knees with a huff and the disappointed look of someone who had just dropped his whole ice cream cone on the ground.

You leaned over the bed to your nightstand, lifting the phone from the receiver. You and Steve exchanged a look before you pressed the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

Your name came through the other end of the line in an exasperated breath. “God, it’s been a day.”

You sat up a little, leaning back against the pillows. “Hey, Nance,” you said, meeting Steve’s eyes. He raised his eyebrows, staying silent. “What’s up?”

“I am just so tired of guys, to be honest with you,” Nancy said, letting out what she’d clearly been holding in for a while. “I swear Jonathan just turns into this…this caveman when Steve is around! It’s like the smart, sensitive guy I fell for is just gone, and all he cares about is winning me, like I’m some…object.”

The speaker on the phone was loud, letting Steve hear every word she said. He chuckled quietly, and you rolled your eyes, kicking his thigh lightly. You didn’t understand the rivalry Steve had with Jonathan. It seemed like Steve just thought it was funny to piss him off.

“Yeah, it’s stupid,” you agreed, trying to give Nancy your attention even while Steve was being as annoying as possible, tickling your feet. You kicked at him again, and he laughed, dodging out of the way. He moved in to kiss your cheek, flopping down on the pillows next to you. “Um…” You tried to tune Steve out, because he was being incredibly distracting. “Have you talked to him about it?”

A sigh. “Of course. But you know he won’t admit anything. He won’t admit he’s jealous of Steve.”

Steve looked way too smug for his own good. You ignored him, holding a hand up to block out his face. He snatched your hand, placing a kiss against your palm. “Of course he won’t. He’s a man.” You glanced over at Steve, who looked mock offended at that.

“And don’t even get me started on Steve.”

You froze at that. Steve raised his eyebrows at you, looking even more amused by the turn the conversation was taking.

“Oh, yeah,” you said weakly, because you weren’t really sure what else to say.

“I know he’s your best friend,” Nancy said, as if she hadn’t talked to you about Steve countless times before. “But I wish he would just move on. We dated years ago, and it didn’t work out. I just wish he would…I don’t know…get over me.”

You and Steve exchanged amused smiles at that - because she had no idea how much Steve had already moved on. “Maybe he just needs to meet someone,” you said, fighting back the giggle as Steve’s lips began brushing over your neck again, down to your collarbone. You swatted at his arm half-heartedly, although you didn’t really want him to stop.

“I’m starting to worry he never will,” Nancy said. “And I care about Steve, I hate to break his heart, but it’s just not going to happen.”

Your breath hitched as Steve’s lips trailed down your body again. As he reached your stomach, pushing your shirt up again and kissing above the waistband of your shorts, you looked down at him with furrowed brows. The mischief gleaming in those hazel eyes was familiar, but rarely a good thing.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice more breathy than you intended when Steve spread your legs, his lips pressing against your inner thigh. Your jaw dropped when his teeth scraped against the sensitive skin, your head falling back on the pillows. Was he fucking insane?

If Nancy noticed how distracted you were, she didn’t say anything. “I mean, he’s a great guy and all,” she went on, “You know that. I’m sure he’s gonna make some girl very happy one day.”

You looked down, making eye contact with Steve as he smirked up at you, slipping his fingers beneath the top of your shorts and sliding them down your legs. A flush crept onto your skin, the room all of a sudden feeling much hotter. Steve placed another kiss on your thigh before he leaned forward, pressing his lips against your clit through the lace of your panties. Your free hand tightened in the sheets. “Y-Yeah, for sure.”

“He’s handsome, funny, sweet, romantic. He loves his grand gestures.”

Steve looked far too smug as he listened to her praises, but he was focused on his mission. He stuck out his tongue, licking your folds through the already soaked material of your panties. You drew in a sharp breath, fighting back the urge to groan. “Yeah, he’s…he’s great.”

“But he can also just be a total…meathead!”

You looked down at Steve then, holding back a laugh. “Oh, yeah, for sure.” It was his turn to roll his eyes at you, but all thoughts of teasing vanished from your brain as he slipped the lace off your body, leaving you bare for him. The cool air against your wet pussy had you clenching your thighs together, but Steve spread them again, looking down at you like he was starving and ready to absolutely devour you.

“I mean, honestly,” she went on as Steve nuzzled against your core, his nose brushing against your clit in a way that made your whole body jolt. “Everything has to be a competition for my attention. It was so stupid, him and Jonathan racing each other up the radio tower. They could have gotten hurt, but all they cared about was showing off for me, like I’m going to pick the ‘strongest man’, or whatever they think women want.”

Listening to Nancy talk about Steve trying to impress her almost made you giggle. Steve loved to show off, that was for sure, but Nancy was definitely getting the wrong idea. You bit back a grin at the memory of how Steve had fucked you from behind in the WSQK supply closet after, hard and fast with the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

“So stupid,” you agreed. You had to slap your hand over your mouth when you felt Steve’s tongue finally delving between your folds, greedily tasting every inch of you, how sweet and wet you were. His fingers dug tightly into your thighs, fighting back his own groan of pleasure.

“Like a couple of neanderthals,” Nancy sighed. “And it’s making Jonathan into a total pain. He’s just moody all the time now, and it’s because Steve keeps provoking him. I mean, I know you’re close, but don’t you think Steve can be such a…a total ass?”

“Oh yeah, a total ass,” you said. Steve quickly wiped the playful grin off your face when he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking, his fingers sliding between your folds again. The whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you bit down on your hand hard enough to leave a mark when he pressed a long finger inside of you.

Your hips lifted off the bed, grinding against his face and hand like you were desperate for more of whatever he’d give you. He groaned so quietly you could barely hear it, but the vibrations against your aching clit had your thighs trembling. He slowly grinded his hips against the bed while he lapped at your cunt, a second finger sliding into you and curling deep inside.

Your hand with the phone dropped out to your side, Nancy’s voice still somehow audible as she continued on with her rant. You grabbed one of your pillows, holding it over your face and burying your moan in the stupid frilly pillowcase, heat coiling low in your belly. God, he was going to make you cum so hard with that stupid mouth of his.

Steve flicked his tongue over your clit again, fucking his fingers in deep until he was hitting that spot over and over again with a level of precision that only came with experience. It almost pissed you off, how quickly and perfectly Steve could make you fall apart.

Your orgasm was building fast. Your back was arching, body writhing on the bed, breaths coming in hot and heavy. Your thighs trembled around his head, and you let go of the phone to tangle your fingers in his messy hair, giving a sharp tug that made him groan even louder this time.

The vibrations from his moaning, his tongue working over your sensitive clit, and his thick fingers fucking you hard and deep were bringing you to the edge faster than you cared to admit, but it was the whimper he let out as he grinded his cock down hard against the bed that was your undoing.

You let go of his hair, both hands gripping the pillow and holding it tight over your face as you let out the most desperate, needy moans, loud enough that the whole house would have heard you. Steve worked you through it, making sure he drew out every last bit of pleasure, every tremor from your body, tongue working slowly now as he brought you back to earth.

The phone call had gone completely forgotten, until you heard Nancy calling your name over the line.

You pushed the pillow away, grabbing the handset and bringing it back to your ear. “Sorry, my mom needed something,” you said quickly, praying Nancy hadn’t heard any of the noises you had just made.

“Oh, it’s fine, I have to get going anyways. But I’ll see you tomorrow!”

You tried to catch your breath as relief flooded your body. “Yeah, of course. Goodnight, Nance.”

“Night!”

The line went dead, and your body visibly relaxed. Thank god she hadn’t noticed anything weird. Steve was still kissing your thighs, his hazel eyes looking up at you from between your legs with an intensity that made your heart thud hard against the wall of your chest.

The second the phone was back on the receiver, Steve crashed his lips to yours like he couldn’t take it for another second. You could taste yourself on his tongue when he licked into your mouth, kissing you in the most filthy, needy way. He bit at your bottom lip and you moaned, fingers digging into his biceps. He rutted his hips against your thigh as he kissed you, and you could feel every inch of him through the tight denim.

He pulled back from your body, lips and chin still wet with your release and his eyes glazed over with lust. He took in the sight of you, so wrecked and beautiful, laying there in nothing but the loose t-shirt you had stolen from his closet at some point.

“God, look at you,” he muttered. His fingertips traced over your skin with the kind of reverence reserved for something holy. “Jesus. You’re unreal.”

You wanted to scold him for the stunt he’d pulled while you were on the phone, wanted to tell him that was risky and stupid and would have been so embarrassing if Nancy had figured it out, but those thoughts quickly disappeared when he grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to your bedroom floor. You almost moaned as your eyes shamelessly raked over his chest, all lean muscle covered by that thick, dark hair you were way more into than you ever expected to be.

“See something you like?” he teased, calloused palm pushing your t-shirt up your body until your tits were exposed. Your nipples hardened in the air and he brushed his fingers over the stiff peaks of them, making you shudder.

“Steve…” you said, breathing his name like a plea. 

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, eyes never leaving your chest. He gripped your breast in his left hand, squeezing it - fit so perfectly in his hand, he thought - his thumb rubbing over your nipple.

“I need you,” you admitted in a whine. You hated letting him see how badly he affected you, because it always went straight to his big head, but you couldn’t help it. You pushed your hips down, grinding against his thigh, desperate for his touch even though he’d just made you cum on his tongue and fingers minutes ago.

“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling back from you as if he’d been burned. His hands moved to his jeans at lightning speed, the clink of his belt buckle loud in the quiet of the bedroom as he undid it as fast as he could. “I can’t- shit, I need to fuck you right now.”

He shoved his jeans and boxers down in one go, groaning as his thick, aching cock was finally freed. He kicked his pants off to the floor, wrapping a hand around himself and giving his cock a few quick strokes as he stared down at your body. He was so worked up from what you’d done, his tip flushed red and a drop of precum beading at his slit that made your mouth water.

Steve leaned over your body, leaning his weight on one strong arm planted above your shoulder while his other dragged the head of his cock through your folds. “I bet you liked that, didn’t you?” he said, his voice a low growl in your ear.

It took you a minute to realize he’d asked you a question, too busy focusing on the feeling of his cock pressing against your entrance, wishing he would just take you already. When he didn’t give you what you wanted, you opened your eyes, looking up at him. “What?”

“I said, I bet you liked that,” Steve murmured, pushing his cock inside just barely, not even a full inch, making you whimper as he pulled back out, “I bet you liked having to stay quiet so Nancy wouldn’t know what I was doing to you.” He dragged himself back up through your wetness, pressing against your clit. You drew in a gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders.

“Steve—“ you said, as firmly as you could manage when every nerve ending in your body felt like it was on fire. “You shouldn’t have done that, it was risky—“

“Your body doesn’t lie,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss along your collarbone, his tongue teasing your skin before sucking a mark onto the delicate flesh. “You were soaking my fingers, baby. I could feel you clenching around me every time you had to stay quiet.”

You shuddered beneath him, like his words sent a chill through you. All you could do was let out a quick exhale as you felt him at your tight hole again, and he gently rubbed his nose against your jawline, breathing in the scent of your body wash combined with the smell of sex.

“No one knows how fuckin’ filthy you are,” he groaned, his low voice rumbling against your skin. “No one knows how much you love getting fucked. No one but me.”

He moved his hips forward in a slow roll, his cock sinking into you inch by agonizing inch. You keened at the feeling, his cock stretching you out — more like splitting you open — and Steve groaned low in his throat, your tight heat enveloping his length like fucking heaven.

“Oh, fuck,” you rasped once he was fully seated inside you. Your thighs were shaking, and Steve gripped the plush skin, hiking your leg around his waist. His forehead dropped against yours, both breathing heavily as he rolled his hips against you, setting a pace that was slow but deep, punching the air from your lungs with each press.

Steve kissed you, only sweet for a moment before it turned hungry, bruising, massaging his tongue against yours and sucking your lower lip into his mouth. You whimpered, and Steve’s hips bucked forward, grunting against your lips as he lost his rhythm already.

“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling back to admire your body as he fucked into you. He couldn’t hold back anymore, hips rutting hard and fast against yours, watching your tits bounce with every thrust. Your bed creaked beneath the movements, joining the sound of the breathy moans you exchanged, his skin meeting yours. “You’re so fucking tight and hot — the best pussy I’ve ever had, baby, I swear to god—“

Your head dropped back, crying out as you felt that delicious drag of Steve’s thick cock in your velvety walls. Every ridge and vein of him, the way he was so big and curved just right, and he always knew the angle to fuck you at to hit that spot every single time.

“Yeah,” he gasped. “Oh, shit. Fuck, that turned you on, didn’t it baby?” His voice was a low rasp, and he grabbed your wrists with his free hand, pinning them above your head. The way it stretched your body pushed your tits out, and Steve groaned at the sight, momentarily distracted. “I think you like the idea of getting caught with me. I’ve never felt you so fuckin’ wet, Christ.”

As much as you wanted to deny his words, your body reacted on its own, pussy throbbing around his cock, making his pace falter and a choked moan break from his lungs.

“You don’t even have to tell me,” he grunted, wearing his best cocky smirk, although the flush on his cheeks and the way his features kept twisting into pleasure gave away how weak he was for you, too. “You’re— oh, shit—“

He let go of your wrists to grab your thigh and hold you open wider, sinking somehow deeper. You bit down on your lip so hard you tasted blood, trying not to be loud enough for your parents to come knocking. Steve’s tongue darted out to lick his lips as he looked down at you, the sweat shining on your skin, your furrowed brows and parted lips, the tiny little moans he was pulling from you with every movement.

“You are so fucking hot,” he groaned, almost to himself. “So beautiful. Fucking perfect. Made for me.”

“Yours,” you agreed, and the word had barely left your mouth before he was crashing his lips back onto yours, both moaning into the kiss, breathing each other’s air until your head spun.

You raked your nails down his back, long red scratches blooming against his freckled skin. Steve moaned raggedly, hips stuttering as he cursed out a breathy “Fuck,” against your lips.

Steve leaned back on his knees, his hands sliding down your sides before reaching your hips, holding onto you with a bruising grip. He pulled your hips down against his thrusts, using your body to chase his own pleasure, the muscles in his neck and chest tightening as he felt that familiar electricity crackling up his spine.

“Say my name, baby,” He rasped. He was so close. “I wanna know who’s making you feel this good.”

“Steve,” you moaned, reaching up and grabbing onto your pillows, desperate for some kind of leverage as you felt yourself about to fall over the edge. “Oh, god— fuck— Steve!”

Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head as it hit you like a wave, pleasure washing over your body like you’d never felt before. You buried your face in the pillow, muffling the scream you let out as your body tightened around him, squeezing his cock tight within your walls.

“Oh, sh- fuck!”

Steve’s body pitched forward with the intensity of his orgasm, catching himself on his right arm, his left hand gripping so tightly onto your thigh you knew there would be bruises. His hips stuttered against you, his cock pulsing inside your tight walls, filling you with every drop of his cum until he had nothing left.

He stayed buried in you, relishing in the feeling, before he finally pulled out, laying on the bed next to you. He was breathing hard as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against his sweaty chest.

You looked up at him, carding your hand through his messy hair. He hummed, leaning into your touch. He grabbed your wrist as you went to pull away, pulling you closer and kissing you with a surprising amount of tenderness after what you’d just done.

He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes with that grin that just screamed Steve and emotion clear as day in his hazel eyes. “I love you.”

Your heart raced, the way he was looking at you sending heat through your veins in a whole different way from before. “I love you too, Steve.”

His hand rested on your hip, tracing slow circles on your skin. “Maybe we should tell people. About us.”

“Yeah?” you asked, hand trailing through the hair on his chest. “You want that?”

“I do,” he said, leaning forward to place a kiss against your forehead. “We probably shouldn’t let Nancy keep thinking I’m obsessed with her when I’m doing this with you.”

You laughed, the memory of the phone call with Nancy making your cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Okay,” you agreed. “We’ll tell people.”

The idea of going public with Steve, everyone knowing you were much more than friends after years of insisting and proving otherwise, was a little scary. But more than that, you were excited. You wanted to be able to be affectionate with Steve in front of your friends. To kiss him, to hold his hand, to let everyone know how much you loved him.

“Does that mean you’re finally gonna leave Jonathan alone now that he knows you’re not after Nancy?” you asked with a teasing smile.

He looked down at you, his brows furrowed with the level of sass only Steve Harrington could achieve. “Now, I never said that.”

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The Demogorgan had only been dragging you for a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. You were hitting everything. There was going to be bruises all over your body but the friction burn hurt the most.

You cried out, begging. Begging for the creature to let you go, begging that maybe Hopper would be nearby. Maybe a soldier. Just anybody.

But the Demogorgan didn’t stop. It jerked you forward again, it’s claws hooked under your ankle, your body scraping over another patch of dead, bumpy, broken ground.

And then you saw a wall.

Not a regular wall such as a brick or stone wall, no, it looked like a fleshy membrane wall. The wall was made up of all those branch worm things on the floor.

You guys were heading towards it.

“No, no, no—“ You tried twisting, kicking, punching but the Demogorgan just didn’t notice or simply didn’t care.

The membrane shivered, then split open.

You screamed again, raw and panicked, as you were dragged through. It felt weird. It was cold and slimey. Suffocating.

Your heart slammed against your ribs when you felt the air change. You weren’t in the Upside Down anymore. You were in a forest. It wasn’t cold or dead, it was warm and the trees were a bright green. There was grass and you could see the rays of sunshine shining through the gaps of the tree branches.

The Demogorgan didn’t slow down. It dragged you deeper and deeper into the forest, its claws digging harder into your ankle.

“Help!” you screamed, your throat becoming raw. “Anyone! Please—!”

A branch snapped.

Not under you.

Behind you.

The creature paused for a second, its head tilting.

A gunshot then exploded from somewhere in the trees.

The Demogorgan recoiled, screeching, it’s tight grip on your ankle finally slipping. You felt the claws drag against your skin as they came loose and your body hit the ground with a thud.

“Hey! Over here!”

A man’s voice. He sounded scared and desperate.

Another shot rang out. The Demogorgan screeched, it’s petaled shaped flaps opening to show off it’s sharp teeth.

You staggered onto your elbows, not being able to walk on your throbbing ankle. You tried your best to crawl away but your arms were shaking too much.

“Stay down!” The voice yelled again.

You saw a man run to you, dropping to his knees besides you. He looked pretty young but his outfit was… interesting. He was wearing a brown suit with a matching brown hat. Glasses hung loosely on his nose as he asked you if you could walk.

“N-no.”

He nods, “It’s okay. I got you.” His eyes locked on yours for just a second, long enough for you to feel safety for the first time since this terror has started.

The Demogorgan lunged.

The man shoved you behind him, holding his gun up and emptying it on the Demogorgan.

The creature drops to the floor, snarling in pain. It tries to get up, trying to crawl to the two of you to inflict one last act of pain.

Fortunately, the man shoots it one last time, the creature screeching before becoming still. He walks up to it, kicking it to make sure it was dead.

“Are you okay?” He looks back at you, still on the floor.

Your mouth is agape, looking back and forth between the Demogorgan and your savior.

He slowly approaches you, lowering his gun.

“Hey.” He says softly, like he’s trying not to spook you. “Look at me. You’re alright.”

You swallow hard. “You… killed it.”

He gives a short, shakey laugh, pushing his glasses up. “Almost didn’t. Creepy fuck moves faster than you think.”

You muster a smile. You try to get up once again, but ultimately fail.

“Hey— hey, take it easy.” He helps you up, putting your arm around his shoulders so you can walk. “We should go before anything else smells this mess.”

Your chest tightens. “There’s more?”

He nods. “All over this forest. You should be careful, stay away from here.”

The two of you walk for a bit. Well, limp. The forest was beautiful. Flowers and green everywhere. It smelled amazing and you could actually breathe through both of your nostrils because of how much nature was around you.

“Hey, uhm… so who are you?” You manage, grunting as he helps you go up a bridge.

“Henry. Henry Whatsit.”

-

“I’m losing him… stop… STOP!” Jonathan shouts.

Steve slams on the brakes, almost lurching forward. He watches anxiously as Jonathan desperately tries to find Hopper’s frequency.

A second goes by.

And then another.

And then—

“I found him.” Jonathan breathes, relief washing over his face.

Steve drops back in his seat, exhaling the breath he didn’t even realize he’d been choking on.

The radio then explodes with Robin’s voice.

“Steve! Jonathan! Helloooooo??? Anyone there? Major problem. Major, major!”

Jonathan grabs the walkie. “Robin, slow down— what’s going on?”

“Will had his goosies and saw a demogorgan coming after Hopper and nowthedemogorganisheadingtowardsthewheelershouseitsafternancysfamilyandelevenandy/nwentwithnancy.”

Steve stiffens, stomach flipping. He snatches the walkie from Jonathan, “What? What? What do you mean—“

Jonathan snatches it back.

“Hey dude, what the heck?” Steve snatches it once again.

Jonathan tries to snatch it but Steve has a firm grip on it, the two of them rocking back and forth as they fight over who can have the walkie talkie. They are mid tug of war when it suddenly crackles so loudly they both freeze.

Static.

Steve finally lets go, throwing his hands up. “See what you did?”

Jonathan makes a face at Steve, but decides not to respond. He hits the walkie a few times, trying to get it to work. After a few more tries, he gives up, tossing it in the back somewhere.

“Let’s just head back…” He finally mutters.

“No, let’s go to the Wheelers.”

“Are you insane, dude? I think they have it under control, Eleven is with them.”

Steve puts his lips into a thin line, slowly nodding. “Alright.”

He’s worried about you. You weren’t really the action type. Yeah, you could fuck a Demogorgan up with the right weapons but you preferred to stay behind the scenes. Steve appreciated the fact you were like that, never truly feeling like you were in danger. But hearing Robin’s jamble of words, hearing you where at the Wheelers house with a Demogorgan there? It freaked him the fuck out.

“Can we at least drive by? Make sure they’re okay?” He pleads, staring at Jonathan expectantly. Honestly, whether Jonathan said yes or no, at the end of the day Steve was the one driving.

Jonathan breathes out of his nose, he rubs the bridge of his nose. “Okay.”

Steve doesn’t hesitate a moment, turning the key.

The engine sputters, stopping.

Nothing.

He tries again, harder this time, like somehow force alone will make the van turn on.

It sputters once again and then stops.

Jonathan’s eyebrows slowly rise, “Don’t tell me…”

Steve slams his palm against the wheel. “Are you kidding me? Now? Now? God damnit!”

“Push harder!”

“I am!” Steve snaps, twisting the key again. The van wheezes, but doesn’t turn on. It lets out the weakest sputter Steve has ever heard.

Steve looks at Jonathan. Jonathan looks at Steve.

Jonathan sighs, defeated. “Let me try.”

Before Steve could respond, Jonathan was already latching onto the key and twisting as hard as he could. Nothing happens. Steve wanted to let out a “I told you so” but decided not to, instead getting out and slamming the door behind him. He starts waving his arms in the air like a desperate maniac, in hopes that a car will stop for him.

Jonathan watches Steve make a fool out of himself, trying his best not to laugh as Steve was nearly having a breakdown. A part of him felt empathy for the poor dude, the other not worried because he knew you could handle yourself. He knew Nancy could protect you. And he know Eleven could protect you both.

Not too long goes by when a car finally pulls alongside of the road, agreeing to give Steve a jumpstart.

It’s a woman. Steve couldn’t remember her name, but he remembered who she was related to.

A few years back when Steve worked at Scoops Ahoy with Robin, he was desperately hitting on every woman that came in there. He only received rejection after rejection and excuse after excuse.

One day, while he was on his break, he decided to go next door to get a snack. As he was eating his pretzel, a woman tapped him on his back. She asked him on a date and he agreed, only to not show up.

This happened a few more times until he thinks she finally realized her worth and stopped bothering him.

And this girl standing five feet away from him, elbows crossed and eyes narrowed?

Her sister.

He shuffles nervously, stuffing a hand inside his pocket. He pulls out a Bopper, grin on his face. “Bopper? While we wait?”

She doesn’t look amused. Scoffing and sending a quick eye roll his way before getting back into her car.

Steve’s grin turns into a grimace, mentally scolding himself as he ripped open the wrapper.

Whatever. I wanted it anyways…

“Steve! STEVE!! Y/N is gone!” Jonathan jumps out of the car, breathless, eyes wide with panic. He’s holding the walkie talkie. Steve straightens instantly, the just opened Bopper slipping from his fingers and hitting the dirt.

“Steve—“ Jonathan gulps, his hand shaking as he holds up the walkie talkie. “Y/N is gone—“

For a moment everything around Steve just cuts out. No cars passing, no pissed off sister glaring at the scene, no light breeze— just ringing.

“W-what?” His voice cracks under the weight of his words, almost childlike. “No. No… what do you mean she’s gone? Like, like she ran?”

Jonathan shakes his head, swallowing. “Taken, Steve. The Demogorgan took her.”

Steve’s heart basically falls out his ass. He takes one shaky step back, then another, and another, like the ground is rolling under him. He can barely breathe. His hands go to his hair, gripping tightly, pulling. He feels like he’s going to throw up. Or pass out. Both.

Jonathan steps forward, trying to offer some comfort but Steve jerks away. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

“Steve—“

“No!” Steve snaps, voice cracking. “You don’t get it. She’s out there— with that thing. And we’re just sitting here with a dead van and, and—“ His breath stutters again. “She’s out there, scared and alone.”

He swallows, hard. His eyes are wet, but he refuses to blink. Refuses to look vulnerable. “We’re going. Now. I don’t care if I have to run barefoot, Jonathan— man, we need to find her.”

Jonathan nods, already turning back to the van. “Let’s go.”

But Steve doesn’t move right away.

He freezes. Blinking a few times and rubbing them in disbelief.

“Henderson?”

A beat up Dustin Henderson walks up slowly, bike rolling next to him as his face looked like a punching bag.

“What the shit, man!”

-

Henry helps you down into a fallen log, steadying you with a hand on your back. The forest around you is calm, making you feel safe but still anxious on how you would get back. Where even is this place? What is this place?

What about your baby?

It’s probably the size of a single bean but still. What if all this caused them damage? You read somewhere that babies can feel what the mother is feeling.

Henry crouches in front of you, putting his hat down besides him. He inspects your ankle, cringing.

“You’re lucky it didn’t rip off your foot. Or your leg.” he says lightly, taking your shoe off.

He wasn’t wrong, your ankle looked gnarly. You couldn’t tell where the cut started and where it ended with all the dried blood.

How much blood did a mother have to lose for the baby to be in danger?

He pulls out a small cloth. It looks old, a little frayed around the ages but clean. He looks at you for permission and you nod, flinching as it stings intensely from the cloth.

“Sorry,” He says, though his voice doesn’t sound entirely apologetic. “I need to see if—“

His words die as a scream slices through the trees, almost blood curdling.

Your heart jumps into your throat, already trying to stand to your feet. Oh no, no, no. Not another Demogorgan. Please not.

Henry stands immediately, too fast, too smooth, and picks up his hat.

You’re telling me you hear a scream and the first thing you think of is “huh im gonna put on my hat!”?

Henry was for sure an interesting guy.

He hears something before you do. His head cocks slightly, almost animal like.

And then it pops out, once again, the second time you’re seeing this dumb creature. But this time, it was carrying a little girl?

Your stomach dropped. This felt like a nightmare looping back on itself.

Struggling to get up, you’re ready to dip— let this Henry guy figure it out alone. He seemed to be really experienced with Demogorgans, he can handle this on his own while you head off your own way, figuring out a way to get back home. Until the little girl on the creatures shoulder looked up and your heart stopped.

Holly Wheeler.

“And for the lady…” He starts, digging through the truck before he hops back out. He holds up a large container of cheese puffs.

Huh?

“I didn’t ask for those…?” Your statement sounds more of a question.

“Oooouuu!! Cheese puffs!” Steve exclaims, reaching a hand out to grab them. Murray slaps his hand, “They’re not for you. Y/N, I strongly suggest you take these.”

Realization finally hits you, the two of you sharing a look before you snatch them. You say a quick thank you before running inside.

You place the container on the counter, looking back to make sure nobody was coming inside before shoving your hand inside to go hunting.

Almost immediately, your hand feels a plastic box. You check one more time to make sure everybody was still outside before pulling it out.

Unopened, it came with two sticks and a long list of instructions. Pee on it, wait ten minutes, then come check on it.

One line = Not pregnant.

Two lines = Pregnant.

You stare at the box like it might explode.

Your heart is thumping so loudly you’re sure someone could hear it through the walls.

A month since you and Steve crossed that line you’d spent weeks pretending you hadn’t crossed. And now the evidence sat in that box, in form of a thin plastic test.

You set the test on the counter.

Maybe you’re just stressed? Maybe that’s why you’re late? Maybe it’ll come tomorrow? Or tonight?

In the distance, you hear Murray’s voice through the cracked window. Probably teasing Steve about something. It makes your stomach clench. Will he be happy? Sad? Mad? Will he just leave you?

You shove the box in your pocket, not bothering to clean up the cheesy, powdery snack. You make your way to the bathroom, softly closing the door behind you. You face the mirror.

Please be negative.

Please, please, please, please, please.

You peel the cardboard open like it’s sacred, eyes darting towards the door every few seconds. You pick one of the sticks up. It feels heavy in your hands, too real.

Taking a deep breathe in and holding it for a few seconds, you finally let go and open the toilet seat.

After you’re done, you put it on the bathroom counter upside down. The bathroom feels too quiet, too small, too restricting.

You sunk down, back against the door as you brought your knees up to your chest. You were shaking, a million thoughts running through your head.

Ten minutes suddenly feels like a lifetime.

A knock rattles the bathroom door.

Your heart launches in your throat. You launch up, hiding the test.

“Hey,” Steve’s voice comes through, soft and concerned. “You okay in there? You kinda just ran off.”

You swallow hard.

“Uh— I-I’m fine.” Your voice cracks. “I just needed to use the bathroom!”

“Are you crying?” Steve’s voice is closer now, even more concerned.

You can’t tell him.

Not yet.

“I’m fine.” You barely managed to say.

It’s quiet. You can tell he knows you’re lying. He could always read you like a book.

“Are you sure?” He says, this time his hand was on the doorknob.

“Y-yes!” You say, quickly putting your weight against the door so he couldn’t come in.

He hesitates, letting go. “Okay. I’ll be right out here, okay?” He speaks softly. “Take your time.”

His footsteps fade, but your pulse doesn’t.

You grab the test from where you hid it, putting it back on the counter.

Six more minutes.

You pace once.

Twice.

Your nerves buzz under your skin like electricity.

A slow, dreadful six minutes go by. Slowly, very slowly, you flip it over.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

Just look.

Just get it over with.

Just—

Your eyes snap open and the world stops.

Two lines.

Two pink, undeniable lines.

You blink a few times, rubbing your eyes to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on you.

Nope.

Maybe if you shake it?

Nope, still nothing. Just the same two lines.

The air rushes out of your lungs all at once. You stumble back, hitting the wall as the test drops.

Two lines.

Holy fuck you’re pregnant.

A tear slips down your cheek before you even notice it, then another, and another.

Steve.

What are you going to tell Steve? What about the group? Nancy? Robin? Joyce? Hopper? The kids? Dustin—

Another knock interrupts your thoughts, “Y/N?”

That wasn’t Steve.

“There’s a crawl tonight. We need you.” Nancy says, knocking again.

Shit.

-

The lights flicker on, “So, all in all, signs point to another successful crawl.”

There’s an awkward silence.

Nancy frowns, crossing her arms. “Is there a problem?”

Jonathan looks at the trio sitting by the table: Robin, Steve, and Y/N before looking back at his girlfriend.

“Uhm…” He hesitates, “No, no, I mean, I think it’s all good.

Steve talks, “Yeah, yeah, it’s good. It’s really good… it’s just uhm..”

“Zone G1 is not that exciting or Venca-y.” Robin interrupts him. “What does it have? A Circuit City, a couple of houses, and a Big Buy?”

Nancy looks offended. “Doesn’t matter. We stick to the plan and…”

Her voice keeps moving, focused and filled with words you’ve already heard what is it, 30 something times before— “pattern”, “radius”, “30 miles only”, “dont mess this up”, “more than enough time”, “staying focused”.

But it all turns into static in your ears.

Your eyes stay locked in your lap. The image of the two lines popping in your head.

Your stomach churns and all of the sudden, before you know it, you are running to the nearest trashcan and throwing up.

“Woah- woah- hey, you’re okay. You’re okay.” You hear his voice. Steve’s hand, wrapping around your hair to hold it back. The other hand rubbing up and down your back.

You hear feet shuffling, getting closer and closer. “Nervous?” Robin speaks, handing you napkins.

You wipe your mouth, still trembling, the sour taste still lingering on your tongue.

“Thanks,” you mutter, embarrassed. Everyone is staring now. Jonathan was in a different spot now, closer to offer help but not close enough to see the waste. Nancy was in the same spot, blinking like she’s mentally calculating twenty different explanations for what just happened. Robin is looking away, trying not to gag and Steve, he looks like a kicked puppy. Eyes wide as saucers as he scans you to make sure you’re okay.

“You okay?” He speaks, his hand hovering near your shoulder like he’s scared to touch you. “Is it because of the shitty plan?”

“It is not shitty!” Nancy snaps, eyebrows furrowed but then they soften when she looks back at you. “Is it?”

“N-no… It’s just those dang cheese puffs. I ate too many.”

Your excuse hangs in the air as everyone exchanges looks.

Robin squints at you. “Okay but like… you’ve eaten way more disgusting things than that before. Remember those nachos Dustin made?”

“You’re gonna make me puke again…”

“Robin.” Steve hisses, glaring at her.

“What? I’m just saying—“

“I’m fine.” You cut in quickly, forcing a small smile. “Really I’m fine.”

Nancy’s brows pinch. “You barely ate any of those,” She says carefully, suspicious.

Jonathan shoots her a look.

Nancy rolls her eyes but lays off. She wasn’t annoyed at you or because of you. She was annoyed that everybody was so oblivious. Obviously, something was going on with you.

And she was going to find out.

-

“Where’s Henderson?” Steve asks over the radio.

I look over to Mike, he shrugs.

“Anyone heard from Inspector Gadget?” Hopper asks, in full gear. He was standing next to Joyce, waiting for Dustin.

When it comes to Crawls, Steve and Dustin are in charge of keeping in touch with Hopper while he’s in the Upside Down. Steve drives, Dustin listens to the frequency. They carefully follow Hopper by his frequency, ensuring he’s safe. Sometimes you tag along, riding next to Steve or laying in the back of the van.

Everybody shakes their heads. I sigh, talking into the walkie talkie, “He’s not here.”

“Well, how am I supposed to drive and listen?”

Will immediately cuts in, hopeful. “I can do it! Right, mom?”

Joyce immediately frowns, “No.”

“But— but I know how to! I helped Dustin put togeth—“

“No! You’re not going, it’s too dangerous.” Joyce quickly dismisses her son. “Jonathan, you can do it?”

Will’s face falls. He looks at Jonathan, eyes pleading to at least try to change her mind. He doesn’t though.

“Yeah… I think I can.” He mutters.

“You think? Or you know? I can’t die out there.” Hopper asks.

Jonathan swallows, nodding before answering. “Yes. Yes I can.”

You talk into the walkie talkie, “Jonathan is gonna help you.”

A groan erupts from the other side, “Really?”

You roll your eyes, not bothering to respond. Steve and Jonathan don’t like each other. They haven’t for a while. It all started when Jonathan was taking pictures of Nancy, Steve’s girlfriend at the time. Steve broke Jonathans camera, Nancy got closer to Jonathan, and well you know the story. Although Steve was very much over Nancy Wheeler, he still held a grudge against Jonathan.

You feel a hand tap your shoulder lightly and it makes you jump. It’s Jonathan.

“Uh… Y/N?” He asks quietly, “Do you know where Nancy went? I want to say goodbye before I go.”

You look around the room quickly, confused. Nancy had been the one leading the plan, but now… she’s nowhere in sight.

“C’mon kid. We gotta go.” Hopper says, rushing him.

“I’ll find her so she can say bye over the talkie. I promise.” You say. You wish everybody a safe journey before asking Robin if she’s seen Nancy.

“Uhm…” Robin thinks for a moment. “I think she went to the bathroom?”

Your throat tightens. You can’t speak.

What if she finds the pregnancy test?

You buried it deep, deep, in the trash in a rush because of the crawl. But what if it wasn’t deep, deep? What if it was poking out and she saw it? What if she went through the trashcan? What if I didn’t hide it? What if it was just sitting on the counter?

You take off running to the bathroom, not a word to Robin. You begin knocking like a crazy woman.

“Mike! Hold on—“

“It’s Y/N.”

She stays quiet.

She knows.

She definitely knows.

Can the ground just open up and swallow you whole?

The door opens, and she stares at you. A sympathetic look on her face. That’s all it took for you to burst into tears.

Nancy’s face softens instantly. She doesn’t hesitate, softly grabbing your shoulders and pulling you inside. She closes the door.

“Hey, hey… it’s okay. It’s okay Y/N.” She whispers, even though neither of you believed that.

You’re already shaking your head, tears flooding down your cheeks. “Nance— I— I didn’t want anyone to know, I swear— Steve doesn’t know and now he’s gone—“

Your breath hitches, your words collapsing into a sob.

Nancy grabs the rag hanging off the hook, dabbing your tears away. “Hey, hey. Look, it’s okay. You’re not alone.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, “I didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Y/N… we all would’ve helped you and supported you. We love you.”

Her gentle words make you cry even more, heart beating fast. “Please don’t tell anyone. Please.”

She nods. “I won’t.”

“I just— what am I supposed to do? I can’t have a baby. Not now— with Vecna out there? With the quarantine? I can’t— I can’t—“

Then the lights start flickering.

The both of you freeze, staring at the lightbulb in the bathroom.

The lights die all at once.

Nancy’s grip tightens around your wrist. She says your name, barely above a whisper. You nod even though she can’t see you, your pulse pounding violently.

Then—

A scream.

Nancy reacts first, yanking the door open. You stumble out with her.

Will Byers is on his back, his mom behind him and comforting him. She’s whispering sweet nothings as he’s shaking violently, sweat forming on his forehead. The only source of light coming from Robin’s flashlight.

“I saw it.”

Joyce furrows her brows, “Saw what?”

“The Demogorgan.” Will says, a shiver going down his spine.

Joyce looks even more confused.

“It’s coming. It’s coming for them.” He sobs.

Joyce grabs his face, “For who? Who’s them?”

Will slowly turns, still shaking. His eyes land on Nancy.

Nancy goes pale instantly.

-

The car rattles as Nancy speeds down the road, knuckles white around the wheel. Eleven is sitting in the passenger seat, her hoodie on so she doesn’t get spotted. You’re in the back, curled forward, hands shaking around your belt.

The Demogorgan was going after the Wheelers.

Nancy keeps glancing at you through the mirror. Every time you catch her, she looks away. She’s trying not to panic, you can tell.

Turning onto the Wheelers house street, you can see the lights flickering in the house.

Eleven suddenly sits up straighter.

“It’s here.”

Nancy pulls into the side of the house, slamming on the brakes. You all rush out, Nancy holding a shotgun and you holding Steve’s bat.

Eleven swings open the door with her powers. You all walk in, making sure to be quiet but fast.

The house is eerily silent.

“Mom?” Nancy chokes out. She’s shaking. She’s trying her best not to, but she can’t even hold the gun right. You touch her shoulder softly causing her to jump. You give her your best, “It’s going to be okay look”.

It seems like she didn’t really appreciate that because instead of smiling or saying a thank you, she looks grossed out and scared all in one.

What the hell did you do to this bitc—

Nancy shoves you out of the way, landing to your knees. You can barely process what happened before a shot is sent and your ears are ringing.

You fall onto your back, blood turning into ice when you hear that all too familiar growl.

That tall, impossibly tall, figure steps out of the shadows and pushes Nancy away.

You scream, grabbing the nailed bat. You swing at the creature, only hitting it once before it slapped the bat away. Eleven shouts, using her force to push the Demogorgan away. She rushes to you, trying to help you up. Nancy is near the doorway, her arm is cut up pretty bad from the claws. She still tries her best to load the gun anyways.

She holds the gun up, aiming.

It’s quiet once again.

Too quiet.

Then there’s a crash above your head and before you know it, the creature has you by your leg.

You claw at the floor, nails scraping the wood.

Nancy grabs your arm, trying to pull you back, “ELEVEN!! STOP IT!”

The monster yanks and the force sends Nancy on her back.

Your body is dragged across the floor, you’re trying everything you can to get out. Clawing at anything.

The last thing you hear is Nancy sobbing your name.