#stranger thinga

So…you are telling me that straight couples can rely on each other and "I just needed you" but when it comes to queer couples we need to get only self-acceptance, right? Okay, got it 👍👍

Ahh the buzzfest we could have had…

Heyo westerbe- hawkins???

Established relationship

Steve and reader have always been the kids babysitters, they have always been roped into keeping the shit heads from getting killed

How about Steve *finally* getting comfort for his fucking anxiety, there is no way you can save the world numerous times and not have any, I have it from getting out of bed in the morning, like c'mon duffers

Steve deserves comfort, like the amount of anxiety and PTSD he would have, my dude literally has been almost killed at least a hundred times

steve on a bad anxiety day where he just wants to stay in bed all day.

Steve having an anxiety attack because he swears that bird that flew by looked just like a demo-bat

Steve not sleeping at night because he is scared that something will happen

Steve being the little spoon and letting reader take care of him

Love of my life

It have been about a year since the kids of Hawkens saved the world for the last time but it felt like just yesterday.

Many of the kids cuped with the trauma in their own ways. Eleven started working hard on getting in to a good collage and making a name for herself. Max and Lucas were planning collage as well. Dustin started going to therapy. Eddie had moved out and was going on tour with his band. Will and Mike were discovering themselves, currently out on a camping trip. Nancy had started up her own newspaper and magazine company. Jonathan was doing god knows what. But they all had one thing in common, they were all trying to forget.

Sure, there were things that were impossible to forget like the lessons they lerned about themselves and others but forgetting about the near death situation was appealing.

Everyone was seeming to have some success (with the exception of Dustin who was actually trying to work our his problems) except for one baby sitter.

Steve found it hard to sleep most nights. Scratch that, every night. Not only did he have the stress of moving out and going to collage late but the night terrors still whighed heavy on his heart.

If Steve actually did get to sleep it was only a matter of time before he would shoot up, panting and sweating.

Being awake wasnt easy ethier. While most of the time Steve had a cool exterior it only took one shadow in his peripheral to send him spiraling. Though rare it did happen.

The only remedy, the only thing that could ease him, was (y/n). A girl he met through Eddie and a girl that helped him save the world. Just like Murray said, Trama brings people togather. It was only a matter of time before their hearts were linked.

While (y/n) did suffer some of the effects of the upside down, she didnt see half of what Steve did.

With times getting tougher for everyone and the stress weighing down on Steve to be the shoulder to cry on for the kids, Steve tended to bottled up more and more. But who was he shoulder? Who could he cry and vent to?

The answer came one night after a particularly dreaded nightmare. Blinded by anxiety, Steve dialed the first number he could think of.

"Hello...?" Steve's girlfriend of a few months picked up, clearly groggy.

"Come over..." Steve's voice was shakey, almost as if a strong breeze would break him.

"I'll be right over."

And right over she was. Thank god there were mo cops in her path because she would have definitely picked up a speeding ticket or two.

By the time (y/n) had made it in to the house, Steve was already sitting in the couch, more or less in the fetal position.

"Oh Darling." (Y/n) cooed, dropping her bag and comeing and sitting next to steve.

She quickly pulled Steve closer to her, humming softly.

"Nightmare?" She asked, rubbing circles in to Steve's back.

This wasnt the first time Steve called (y/n) over because of a nightmare and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last.

The pair talked for a while, (y/n) would comfort steve while he just hummed in approval. Slowly but surely, (y/n) was able to coax Steve down, wrapping him in a blanket of safety.

(Y/n) led Steve up to his room, layed him down, and tucked him in nice and tight the way her dad taught her.

"Do you want anything?" (Y/n) asked from her spot and the end of the bed. "Before I go sleep on the couch?"

"There tea." Steve said, his voice waved slightly but it wasnt shaking anymore. "Sleepy time tea. If it isnt too much..."

(Y/n) smiled, standing up and patting Steve's leg. "I'll be right back."

(Y/n) made her way downstairs, quickly swinging in to the kitchen. She poured some water in to a mug and popped in in the microwave. Then she pulled out the tea packets.

Just as she was about to put the tea packet in to the water, there was a loud crash followed by a quick scream.

(Y/n) booked it up the stairs, even skipping over a few steps. 

"What? What happend?" (Y/n) asked, huffing from running so fast.

Steve was pressed up against the head board of his bed, completely frozen with fear. 

"I thought i... " Steve's voice was horse and strained. Steve let himself relax slightly, eyes fixed on the window.

(Y/n) looked to the far window, stepping closer to it. Noting was out of the ordinary, just a bird sitting on the ledge.

"I thought there was a Demo-bat..." Steve admitted.

"Its just a bird, dearest." (Y/n) hummed, sitting in the bed with her arms out wide for Steve.

Steve shuffled his way closer, burying his face deep into the crook of (y/n)'s neck. (Y/n) hummed a soft song, slowly rocking Steve like you would a young child. Usually, Steve would reject this kind of treatment but right now, he knew he needed it.

(Y/n) knew a song that would always rock Steve right ti sleep.

"Love of my life, you've hurt me. You've broken my heart and now you leave me. Love of my life, cant you see...?"