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CALLING OUT YOUR NAME

FEATURING Steve Harrington x adopted!hopper!reader

CONTENT WARNING description of injuries, mentions of trauma, hurt steeb :(, angst, fluff, childhood friends to lovers, Steve being an asshole in high school

SUMMARY just when you thought he had forgotten you, he called out your name

AUTHORS NOTE ahhhhh! I don't know where this went but enjoy :)

You lost. Eleven hadn't been able to get to Vecna in time and you lost. Max, Lucas, Robin, Dustin, and Steve were all in the hospital because of it. Some in worse condition than others, but it didn't matter, you had all lost. When it had happened you were with Lucas, screaming, crying, and begging as you held little Max in your arms, her ragged breathing crushing your heart into shards. You pleaded with whoever was out there to save her because she wasn't done living yet, none of you were. After rushing her to the hospital, you had fainted in the main lobby scaring Lucas and Erika. The doctors had you admitted for the night to keep an eye on you, but they were sure that it was just a bodily reaction to stress and exhaustion. You were released the next morning without a hitch, but that didn't stop Erika from staying in your room all night.

Due to your inability to leave your hospital bed, you were late to be filled in on what exactly had happened. When you were released the next day, you were immediately swarmed by your friends. Eleven, who you had basically helped Hopper raise, jumped into your arms, clutching onto tightly as she cried. After Mike dragged her from your arms, Jonathan swept you into his arm, sobbing as he held you tight. The two of you had dated for a stint in high school, but when he and Nancy started to get close you let him go on good terms. After breaking it off the two of you stayed really close friends, still loving each other, but in a more platonic than romantic way. Will was next along with Mike and Nancy, their group hug was short but tight and filled with care. Then they got into the nitty gritty, Eleven and Nancy pulled you to sit on your bed and explained the whole thing. Eddie and Dustin had managed to distract the bats, at the cost of Eddie's life and Dustin's leg, but Vecna had known their plan all along and trapped and almost killed Steve, Robin, and Nancy. Eleven was able to fight him off of Max and that's how she barely managed to survive. With him psychically distracted and weak, the group was able to try to full fill the last of the plan and kill the son of a bitch, but he disappeared before they could finish him off and the gates fully opened in Hawkins.

"Holy shit," you gasped, unable to even comprehend what they were telling you.

"I know." Nancy sighed, rubbing your arm warmly.

"Okay, but how was he weak? How were you able to get out of the root shit?" You asked, mind reeling at all the information.

"About that.." Eleven trailed off, nodding at Will who left the room for a second before returning with Joyce and Hopper behind him.

"Oh my god." you froze, unable to move as your eyes brimmed with tears.

"Hey cupcake," Hopper smiled, holding out his arms for you. The tender nickname you had heard him call you your whole life snapped you out of your trance and you set off running into his embrace.

"Pops," you sobbed into his chest, "how?"

"You two kids weren't the only ones who didn't give up on me," he said lovingly as he looked at Joyce. You smiled your heart warming at the sight of your adopted father finally finding someone to share his life with. When looking over at Joyce and wiggled your eyebrows at her knowingly. You had been her favorite of Jonathan's girlfriends and she loved you like a daughter, which meant you had a lot of girl talk. Joyce rolled her eyes at you then winked causing you let out a laugh.

"Where is everyone else?" You wondered aloud, feeling so left in the dark.

"Dustin broke his leg so they have him holed up in the room to the left of you. Robin broke her windpipe and almost died so she is on a respirator in the room next to Dustin. She hasn't woken up yet, they had to put her under and perform emergency surgery so she's high as hell, but they think she is going to be just fine." Nancy informed with a warm but burdened smile. Hopper held you close to his warm chest, keeping you steady while you processed everything.

"Lucas is in the room next to Robin with Max who is in a coma. He has a swollen eye that they are going to drain tomorrow and Max has shattered both arms and legs, they also don't know if her eye sight is going to come back or not. The doctors told us to play it by ear and see if she'd even wake up." Jonathan continued as Nancy started to cry. He pulled her into his arms and you wearily smiled at him, proud but so incredibly hurt.

"Oh! Also.. uhm.." Mike hesitated, unsure whether or not it was his place to say anything.

"Also what?" you asked anxiously, worried someone else might have also died by the grim looks on everyone's faces.

"Steve has been asking for you." Eleven smiled, completely lost on the hesitancy of the other people in the room. She joined your quaint little family after 'the Steve incident' so there is no way she could have known. 'The Steve incident' was a hefty source of deep seeded sadness for you and you had refused to talk about it, ever.

"Why? What does he want?" You asked, slightly irritated that he even has the audacity to ask for you.

"He won't say, kid." Hopper spoke up, his voice low with anger. He remembers 'the Steve incident' like it was yesterday. "But if you want him out of your hair, I'll handle it."

"Wait, hop. She needs to, it's been long enough since-" Joyce tried her intention full of love.

"No." Hopper disagreed, vehemently shaking his head.

"Pops," you smiled, hugging him tightly, "I'm an adult now. I got this." The encouraging smile on your face doesn't match the dread in your heart at having to speak to him.

"Whatever you say, kid, but I don't know if I trust his intentions after the-"

"Please don't finish that sentence." You pleaded, a grimace on your face. Hopper let out a long sigh before placing a fatherly kiss to your forehead and letting you go. You smiled warmly up at him, your eyes reflecting your joy at him being alive and in front of you. "I've got this, pops. I'm your daughter, and if you can come back from the dead, I can take care of a kid I used to be friends with." You tried to reassure him, but it felt, and sounded, more self directed.

After pressing a kiss to your dad's cheek, you followed Joyce out of your room and to the door at the far end of the hall, right next to Max's. "He's in here with a few broken ribs, chunks of skin missing, dehydration, and a concussion. When he came to, he immediately asked how everyone was doing. After we told him you had fainted, he was adamant on leaving to go see you, Jonathan and Hopper had to step in to hold him down." Joyce explained, leaving you completely and utterly lost. You hadn't spoken, or even looked at Steve, since he broke your heart as a kid. He didn't seem adamant on wanting to speak with you either, so why now?

"Thanks," you smiled, letting out a large centering sigh before walking through the door.

"Y/N?" Steve called, coaxing you farther into the room. "Oh thank god." He sighed, relaxing onto the bed with a wince. "Are you alright?"

"Why do you care?" You snapped, crossing your arms across your chest while you scowled at him.

"Listen," he huffed, his face looking a bright shade of white. "I messed up, okay?"

"You messed up?!" you scoffed, you scowl turning murderous. "I don't think you spreading rumors around high school about me being "a whore who puts out for anyone" is a mistake. I think it was intentional." you growled causing Steve's face to curl up in a grimace. "Seriously, how dare you have the audacity to ask for me, to care about me, after the stunt you pulled. You used to be my best friend, the person I trusted most in the world, and you knew damn well I was a virgin!"

"I know! I fucked up and I am so, so sorry Y/N." Steve pleaded and you lost it.

"No! You don't get to apologize. Not anymore. Not after you ripped my heart out. You know what? I can't do this. Hope you have a shit life Steve." You spit before turning on your heel and gunning for the door.

"I was scared!" He called, stopping you in your tracks. "I was scared." he said softly, more vulnerable. You stayed quiet, guarded, but turned back around to see that he had gotten out of bed and was right behind you. Too close. You took a step back and he continued. "I loved you so much that I thought I was going to die. You were gorgeous and everything that I ever dreamed of, but things with my parents were starting to get really bad. It went from casually throwing comments my way to yelling and throwing things and threats of kicking me out and I just," he stopped, taking a deep breath before meeting your gaze. "I couldn't put you through that, not after you had lost your mom and little sister."

"That doesn't excuse the rumor spreading you dick." You spoke, but quieter and with less malice behind your words. Steve reached over and grabbed your arms, you quickly removed them from his grasp.

"Y/N please." Steve pleaded. "I almost died. You almost-" he sighed, running a hand through his perfect hair. "When I was stuck in those things fighting for air, the only thing that came to my mind was you. It was you Y/N. I was about to die and all I could think about was how I lost someone so special, someone I wanted- no want to spend the rest of my life with, and it me being scared is a stupid excuse. I should have never done that to you, but I can't take it back. The only thing I can do is ask for a second chance." Steve explained, baring his heart to you and praying to god that you didn't stomp all over it. "I love you," he whispered, "I love you and I just want to take you out on a date. Just one, and then you can decide for yourself whether or not you ever want to see me again. If you don't, then I'll leave you alone. But.. but if you do, then I think we could really be something special together and I swear to try my best to fight for us." The room went coldly silent for a long while. You were hesitant, scared of letting him back in after what he'd done, but he had a point. It could have been the end for both of you, it still could be at any moment. So why not seize the time you have left? If you got hurt, you got hurt, but at least you could say that you tried. Right?

"Okay," you breathed, waiting with baited breath to see if he was going to laugh in your face and say 'jokes on you I was kidding'. But he didn't. Instead he grabbed your waist and pulled you close, stopping just before kissing you, waiting for your permission. You looked into his deep brown eyes, the ones you had cried over time and time again, but this time you could see the sincerity in the small golden flecks and that was when you knew. He wasn't going down without a fight. So, you closed the distance, sharing a heated kiss that left you both breathless and wanting. "Just don't go and fuck it up this time, okay?"

"Okay." Steve smiled before pulling you back in for another kiss.

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