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Sun Comes Shining

Summary: When Dustin begs Steve for a ride to visit Suzie, Steve pretends to have to think about it, when really, he'd do anything for the kid. Steve ropes you in for the long drive, but what you all think will be a fun trip suddenly takes a turn when you realize Vecna's back - and he's taking Steve.

In which female reader tries to save cursed boyfriend Steve. Takes place after the gang thinks they defeated Vecna. Requested by @homeybadger. Gif credit: commanderogerss.

The first headache Steve had gotten was on a Monday afternoon. He was working a solo shift at the video store and doing his least favorite part of the job: calling people to remind them about overdue rentals.

After dialing up and calling the first number, a sharp lighting bolt of pain felt like it cracked his skull and he held his hand up to his temple.

"Hello?" the other person on the end answered.

Steve kept his hand to his head, reeling.

"Hello?" they asked again. Steve hung up, hunching over, and wincing. What a killer headache.

His mind jumps to what had happened only a month ago. But no. Vecna is gone. There's no way that's it.

The doorbell jingle pulls him out of his state and he looks up to see Dustin strolling in with a big smile on his face.

"Someone's happy," Steve says.

"Just got off the phone with Suzie," Dustin explains. "She made it to Nebraska."

"Ah, so that's the 'dope in love' smile," Steve teases. Dustin makes it to the counter, elbows on the tabletop, face in his hands.

"Joke all you want," Dustin replies. "You get the same face when (Y/N)'s around."

As if you planned to enter at the perfect time, you come into the video store, smiling as soon as you see your boyfriend of six months and his honorary son-slash-little brother.

"Speaking of," Dustin says.

"Gossiping about me?" you ask. You make it to the desk and lean over the counter to give Steve a peck on the lips, hovering for a second after just to smile at each other.

When you straighten up, you look down at Dustin.

"What, no 'get a room' comments?" you ask, used to his teasing.

"He's in... his Suzie state," Steve says, smiling at the young boy, endeared to see him so happy.

You and Dustin had come from opposite directions to the store to discuss final details for the trip you'd be leaving for tomorrow. A few days ago, during one of your phone calls late at night, Steve had told you about the plan.

"So, Dustin comes into the store today..." he began.

"And what did your son want?" you asked with a smile.

"A ride to Nebraska to see his girlfriend. Apparently she's visiting family there."

"God, they're adorable," you laughed. "Isn't her family super strict? How'd that happen?"

"He apparently begged," Steve told you. "That's a nine-hour car ride. He wants to spend his spring break in a car for 18 hours in total just to see her for one day. That's all they agreed to - one day at their house. Love makes you do crazy things."

"Tell me about it," you said, thinking back to fighting demobats and Vecna in the Upside Down with Steve and your friends just a month ago.

"So, since you love me and everything," Steve began, "I was thinking you'd come with?"

Before he even confirmed it, you knew Steve had agreed to do the favor for Dustin. Watching your boyfriend be the kind, caring role model he was for Dustin always made your heart warm with endearment.

"Of course," you said. "Nine hours is a lot of driving. We can split it."

"I love you," Steve replied, the words still feeling a bit new in his mouth. You’d only shared your first I love you’s a few weeks ago. "And he won't say it, but Dustin does, too."

The three of you stand in the empty video store, ready to get to planning. He won't say it, but Steve's head is still pulsating in dull pain.

"So, can we leave at around 11 tonight?" Dustin asks.

"11?" Steve asks. "As in almost midnight? I thought we said tomorrow morning."

"Well, we did, but if we leave in the morning, we only really have an afternoon there," Dustin says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "They said we can come on Tuesday, so if we leave late tonight, we can be there in the morning. My mom already said it's okay. And I called Suzie to be sure."

"So that means..." You did the math in your head. "In perfect traffic with no long stops, we'd be there at about 8 a.m."

"Just in time for breakfast," Dustin says with a big smile, showing his braces.

You and Steve share a look - an overnight nine hour drive is worth it for Dustin's happiness.

After you discussed what to pack and prepare, Dustin excitedly hits his palms on the table.

"I'm gonna go finish packing!" he says, turning to leave.

"You don't want a ride home?" you ask, holding up your car keys.

"Bike's faster!" he calls, opening the door.

"I don't think that's true!" Steve half-shouts.

"It is when you know shortcuts!" Dustin says, giving one last wave and letting the glass door shut behind him.

"And when you've got that much energy," you mumble to Steve, turning to look at him. He shakes his head and smiles. "Eager, huh?"

"So eager," Steve agrees. "You sure you're up for this drive?"

"You know I'd do anything for you two," you say. Steve looks at you lovingly. He won't mention the headache. It's surely nothing and he doesn't need anyone to worry about him.

He stretches out his hand, leaning on the countertop, and you lean in as well to hold it.

The past few months had struck Hawkins with tragedy; three teenagers had died at the hands of Vecna. Everyone in your group had a part to play in killing the monster, but it had not left you unscathed.

You'd only been working at the video store for three months and dating Steve for one when Vecna's terror had began. When you overhead Steve, Robin, and the kids talking about locating Eddie, who was wanted by police, you pressed for information.

Dustin had taken a liking to you immediately. You had jumped in feet-first, eager and determined to save your town and your newfound friends. The battle had been grueling, but Vecna had been taken down and even though Hawkins was still in a raw, tragedy-ridden state, you took comfort in knowing that the monster couldn't hurt anyone anymore.

You hear the bell hanging over the front door ring and turn to see a customer come in. You let go of Steve's hand and stand up straight again.

"I'm gonna go shopping for some snacks," you say. "You know what Dustybun likes?" You both giggle at Suzie's nickname for Dustin.

"Twizzlers," he quickly responds. "And those Hostess pudding pies. But chocolate only. Vanilla always makes his stomach hurt."

"God, you're such a dad," you say with a grin. Steve smiles, despite the headache, actually looking forward to the car ride.

After you leave, Steve is able to dismiss the headache as a coincidence. It could just be fatigue. He brushes it off, refusing to think about it anymore.

Steve arrives home from work at 5 pm that day and decides to get a nap in and rest up for the drive.

But he wakes up an hour in to the feeling of fingers digging into his arms and legs. He opens his eyes to see Russian soldiers yanking him out of bed, shouting indistinctly.

The chair he'd been trapped in beneath Starcourt sits in the corner of his room, and he screams at the horrifying sight, putting all his effort into trying to twist out of his grip. He's unable to get out.

They shove him onto the chair, tightening straps around his wrists and ankles, the material cutting into his skin.

"You thought we wouldn't find you," the soldier says, accent thick and tone menacing. "We haven't forgotten about you, Steve Harrington.”

As Steve struggles, he opens his mouth but can't get a single word out. Another soldier appears out of the shadows, holding a syringe with a long needle. He wants to scream. But he can't.

Steve wakes up in a cold sweat, his alarm blaring. He sits up quickly, slamming the alarm clock quiet. Panting. Ears ringing. Heart pounding.

Could that have been a delusion?

No - it had to be a nightmare. Vecna was dead. The dream must have come up from the worry about his headache earlier today.

It was fine. Everything was fine.

Steve is still on edge as he packs the last of his things, knowing that once he sees you, he'll feel better. He says his goodbyes to his parents, who didn't seem to care much that he's leaving, and packs up the car.

Sure enough, when Steve arrives at your home ten minutes to 11:00 as scheduled and sees you standing by your front door with a full duffel bag of food, it brings his aching heart some peace.

You smile at your boyfriend through the window then round the BMW, popping your bag into the trunk. When you slip into the passenger seat, you lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi," you say.

"Hi." His smile was sweet - but it wasn't Steve. Your brows furrow.

"You okay?" you ask.

"It's..." He taps a hand on the steering wheel. "I tried to nap after work and just had a shitty sleep."

"I'm sorry," you say, hand on his forearm. "I can take on the majority of the driving, okay? You know I had the day off - slept in a lot so I'm good for a while."

He nods, not sure if sitting in the car with nothing to do is good for his mind. He just needs something to focus on - to just drive.

"It's no problem," he simply says.

He drives down the street towards Dustin's, mind a million miles away.

When Dustin piles into the car, goofy grin on his face, Steve tries to keep up appearances with another forced smile.

You notice the plushie under Dustin's arm and once you realize what it is, you gasp in endearment.

"Aww, is that from The Neverending Story?" you ask.

Dustin proudly holds it up, the stuffed mini-version of Falkor in his grip.

"She loves that movie," he says. "I saved up so much allowance for it."

"Okay, I have to admit that's pretty damn cute," Steve says after a beat, and you share a smile with him.

"Steve, what's wrong?" Dustin asks, immediately noticing Steve's low tone.

God, Steve thinks, can't hide anything from these two.

"I'm good," he lies.

"No, you're not," Dustin says.

"He's tired," you explain. "I offered to drive but..." You motion to Steve in the driver's seat.

"No time to waste," Steve says, reversing out of Dustin's driveway. "We've got two nerds to reunite."

Dustin lightly pushes Steve's shoulder and Steve laughs. He tells himself he’ll be fine.

Mixtapes playing, windows down, snacks eaten, and conversation flowing (mostly between you and Dustin, as Steve is mentally elsewhere), you travel for about an hour before Dustin begins to doze off.

"You sure you don't want me to take over?" you quietly ask Steve.

"Yeah, I'm good," he says.

You let sleep take the reins, and after a deep nap, when your eyelids flutter open, you shuffle in your seat. Dustin softly snores in the backseat and Steve's gaze is fixed on the stretch of freeway ahead of him.

You look at the clock in the car: 3:37 am.

"Hi," you quietly say to Steve as you rouse awake. "You want to stop and let me take over so you can sleep?"

Steve exhales and nods, knowing you're right. He needs to take a break. He's been driving in silence, replaying how saw Vecna die over and over again in his head. But did he really die?

The next exit he sees, Steve gets off the freeway and finds a plaza of closed shops. Steve parks and gets out of the car, stretching.

In the small parking lot of the random American suburban town at three in the morning, Steve gazes around and breathes in the cool air, still trying to shake the feeling his bad dream had given him.

You pop up on the other side of the car, standing and feeling your body reset from sitting for so long. You come around the car, arms stretched forward, and Steve pulls you in for a hug.

You smile, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne.

"You know she'll leave you," Steve hears from a thick, dark voice. He tenses up, holding you tighter. The voice sounds like it's coming from inside his brain. A lump grows in his throat.

"She'll leave you like everyone else," it seethes. "Your own parents don't even love you. Once people see who you really are, they run. You're nothing."

Steve nuzzles his head into your neck, eyes squeezed shut. He can't look. He's too scared to.

"Hey, you really needed a hug, huh?" you ask. You break him out of the trance and he can only nod. He's finally brave enough to open his eyes, and sure enough, he's in the same parking lot in the middle of the night holding his girlfriend.

"You sure you're okay, Steve?" you ask.

He's wigging out. That's it. Just needs some sleep.

"Just tired," Steve says. "Don't worry about me." He's not worth worrying about, he thinks.

You settle into the driver's seat and tell yourself that it's only less than five hours of driving left. You check the map again, noting your turns, and put on your seatbelt.

Steve settles in the passenger seat after checking on Dustin to see that the boy is still sleeping peacefully. Arms crossed and head tilted towards the window, Steve closes his eyes and hopes for sleep to find him.

Before pulling out of the parking lot, you take a second to look at Steve and smile to yourself. The past six months, although full of scary, otherworldly adventures, had been the best of your life all because of Steve.

You sigh happily, hoping your boyfriend can catch up on the sleep he desperately needs. As you head back onto the freeway, you think back to just a few weeks ago when Steve had told you he loved you for the first time.

It had been a beautiful spring evening - a bit chilly, but nice enough to stargaze at one of Hawkins’ hilltops. Steve had driven you in the very car you were driving now to find that only a couple of other cars had been parked up at the secluded bluff.

He parked and grabbed the thick blanket he had brought along from the backseat, excitedly laying it out on the hood of his car.

The two of you settled on the hood, leaning back on the windshield to look up at the sky. The other cars were far enough away that you couldn’t hear anyone’s conversations but your own.

You gazed lower to the horizon to see the skyline of your small hometown.

“Been here all my life and never even knew you could get a view like this,” you said.

“It’s kind of a hidden gem, I guess,” Steve said.

“It’s really pretty,” you breathed. Steve looked over at your profile, thinking the same thing about you.

The last few months had been amazing with you. He was afraid of falling too hard, too fast and getting his heart broken, but ever since you started working at the video store, he had to accept that he was a goner for you. Thankfully, you felt the same, and when he asked if he could be yours, you happily accepted.

He knew he liked you, but when you joined him and the others to take down Vecna with no hesitation, he realized he loved you. Not only were you beautiful, but you were sweet, smart, and one of the bravest people he’d ever met.

Steve gazed at you, eyes travelling over the small scar lining your chin that had come from a nasty fall in the Upside Down when the demobats had attacked you. His stomach tightened at the memory.

You looked at him and smirked.

“What?” you asked.

“Thinking about what a badass you were in the Upside Down,” Steve admitted. As if you knew he was looking at your scar, you touched your chin to cover it.

“I don’t know about badass,” you joked, “but I do wish was more careful.” Steve smiled, reaching forward and moving your fingers off your chin to expose the scar again.

“That is a reminder of how you saved this town,” he said sincerely. You smiled at him, genuinely feeling better about the permanent mark on your skin.

“You’ve done so much more than I have,” you say. Not long before that, Steve had told you about the events before he met you - the demogorgon, the Russians, and everything in between. You didn’t know how he survived all that in one piece.

You smiled in admiration for him, shifting to get closer to Steve and tilting your head to press your cheek against his shoulder. You stared up at the millions of sparkling dots in the night sky.

Life had been back to normal for the past little while and you were immensely grateful for that. You felt calm, but had no idea Steve was beside you, anxious about getting his next words out.

“Hey, I love you,” Steve finally said. You tilted your head to look up at him, and his warm eyes met yours. Your heart felt like it was leaping through hoops.

“Hey, I love you, too,” you replied with a smile. The weight on Steve’s chest, the worry that you wouldn’t reciprocate, crumbled and disappeared.

When it had gotten too cold to justify staying outside any longer, both of you scuffled back into the car. You’d noticed the other cars had gone, leaving you two to be the only ones on the hilltop. Steve took the blanket and immediately covered you in it. You smiled gratefully.

He turned on the engine and turned the dial up on the heat. The radio announcer was talking about local sports scores while you sat together in the car, looking at the view through the windshield.

You didn’t want to end the night, and neither did he. You shuffled to get close to him again, leaning over the console to kneel on him. Steve’s fingers found your chin and lifted your head. Your lips met his, warming you from the inside out.

The opening notes of Grover Washington, Jr.s’ “Just the Two of Us” spilled through the radio speakers. You had smiled under the kiss and Steve immediately noticed.

“What?” he asked.

“I love this song,” you said. “It always makes me happy.”

“Then I love it, too,” Steve said, turning it up to the max.

“Steve!” you said, laughing, looking around to confirm there were no other cars nearby. Thankfully, it remained as desolate as it was when you’d gotten into the car.

“I can’t hear you, sorry,” he said with a smile and a shrug. You laughed, leaning back in to kiss him, and you kept kissing him until the song ended. And then some.

If you and Steve had “a song,” it was that one. A few days after that night, Steve had bought two copies of the “Winelight” album on tape with that very song at track 5; one for your car and one for his. And he meant it when he said he loved it, too, simply because you told him it always made you happy.

You smile to yourself as you drive down the freeway. Steve seems to have fallen asleep, his chest rising and falling at a slower pace. You catch a glimpse of his sleeping face - lips pursed, eyebrows furrowed, as if he’s concentrating in his slumber. You really had fallen head over heels for this man.

You turn on the radio just low enough to have something to occupy your mind as you drive. A few hours in, you’re met with the slow, orange sunrise.

Steve shuffles awake, and when he realizes he’d slept without any nightmares or interruptions, he sighs out of relief. He pops his head up and you look over to see his hair sticking in every direction.

“Good morning,” you say softly. He squints as he gains consciousness, rubbing his eyes. “You have the most adorable ‘just woke up’ face ever.”

He chuckles at your compliment, smoothing down his hair. He looks at the car clock: 7:31.

“Wow,” he whispers. “We’re almost there. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” you tell him. “Hungry.”

“That little twerp ate everything in the first hour, huh?” Steve says, jerking his head towards the backseat. You try not to laugh too hard.

“Want me to tap in?” he asks, pointing to the steering wheel.

“It’s alright, we’re close enough,” you tell him. “I’ll just need the directions to the house soon because I don’t remember much after this exit.” You point back to Dustin. “Should we just let him sleep and let Suzie wake him up?”

“Oh, he’d love that,” Steve says, stretching his arms out away from his chest, letting out a grunt as he feels his muscles unfold.

“I actually wouldn’t,” Dustin mumbles from the backseat. “I have a routine. I need to look my best.”

“Good morning, Dustybuns!” Steve exclaims, turning around. Dustin yawns and sits up, craning his neck. Dustin tries to stifle a smile, but can’t. He’s too excited.

Turns out, Dustin’s routine consists of gelling his hair back, changing sweaters, using a splash of breath freshener, then spraying what seems like a gallon of cologne on his clothing.

“Are you trying to knock us out?” Steve asks, opening his window as the fragrance fills the car.

“It’s called romance,” Dustin says.

“A woman does like when a man smells nice,” you add.

“See?” Dustin says.

“I’m never gonna get this smell out of my car,” Steve groans. You laugh at their banter. Soon after, Steve pulls out the map, giving you the last few directions to the house.

When you get to the front door, Dustin raises his hand to knock, but Suzie swings it open, squealing and pulling him in for a hug. It’s pretty adorable. Her reaction when he gives her the plushie is just as cute.

You officially meet Suzie and her family - her withdrawn father (who wasn’t very happy about that hug), quiet mother, kind aunt and uncle, and countless siblings. The house is a circus compared to the quiet car you’d been in for the last nine hours.

You sit down next to Steve at the large breakfast table, politely answering any questions that come up, but most of the meal is spent listening to Suzie’s large family.

While you help put away dishes, you notice Suzie go up to her mother with clasped hands, very obviously asking permission for something. You step closer to try to hear.

“...just for a few hours. Please?” Suzie whines.

You look at her mother who sighs with a hand on her hip.

“Fine,” her mother says. Suzie claps her hands and hops in place.

Soon after, you’re in the car with Suzie, her mother Linda, Dustin, and Steve, after learning that Suzie had just successfully gotten permission to go to the local arcade with Dustin.

Linda clearly had no intention on speaking with you, as when you got to the arcade, she settled at a table and pulled a book out of her purse. You and Steve were fine with that, though, taking the opportunity to have fun at the arcade.

Steve buys tokens for Dustin and Suzie - Linda is already to immersed in her book to think about that part - and buys some for you two, as well. As you travel the large corridors of pin-ball machines and skill-testing games, you loop your arm in his, finally getting a chance to talk alone.

“I lost count of how many siblings Suzie has,” you say, chuckling.

“Right?!” Steve exclaims. “I don’t know how they all remember each other’s names.” You laugh, squeezing his arm. “I don’t think her mom likes us.”

“I don’t think her mom likes anyone,” you answer.

“She...” Steve swallows hard, unsure if he wants to say it, unsure if he wants to open up that can of worms.

“What?” you ask.

“Reminds me of my mom, kind of.” Steve swallows hard, trying to a force a smile at you. You hadn’t met his mother - and quite honestly, were worried to - but had heard enough about her, about both his parents, and how cold and absent they had been his whole life.

“Do you know how amazed I am by you that you went through all that and you still give so much to the people you love?” you ask. “You came all the way to freakin’ Nebraska just for Dustin to see his girlfriend. That kid worships you.”

“Hey, you came, too,” Steve says.

“Only because of you,” you respond with a light nudge in his side. He grins at you, grateful to have someone he can confide in.

Guilt fills him when he remembers he hasn’t confided in you about the headache or the nightmares. He dismisses the thought - he doesn’t want you to worry about something that isn’t even a threat. Vecna is dead. Steve tells himself he’s fine.

Your boyfriend’s eyes light up when he sees a basketball game in the corner.

“Oh, I’m about to kick your ass,” Steve says proudly. You laugh, nudging him as you walk towards the game.

“Not fair,” you say. “You played for years.”

“What do you want me to say? Sorry your boyfriend’s awesome?”

“I need to knock you down a peg,” you say, inserting a token into the game.

Steve kept his promise and won in basketball, but you quickly saved face when you beat him in air hockey. You travelled through the arcade having a blast, later meeting up with Dustin and Suzie to play some team games against them.

When you had run out of tokens, you called it a day, finding Linda right where you left her and heading for the house.

The rest of the day was a blur. You ate an early dinner, watched some TV with Steve - whatever cartoon Suzie’s brothers were watching - and played a passionate game of Monopoly with Suzie, Dustin, and a few other family members.

Steve had another headache come on in the middle of the game, but convinced himself that it was simply from the noise of all the children in the house.

It was 6 pm when you had said your goodbyes. Suzie was holding her Falkor plushie tightly as she bid farewell to Dustin and it made your heart break a little bit.

When you settled back in the car, Steve in the driver’s seat, Dustin sighed longingly as he waved to Suzie from the window.

“Have fun, bud?” Steve asks.

“I’m in love,” Dustin says wistfully. You smile to yourself.

The car pulls out into the road and away from the house, and once you’re comfortably seated, you realize just how tired you are and fall asleep to the sound of Steve and Dustin chatting about the day’s events.

You’re shaken awake and you open your eyes to realize the car has stopped on the side of the road and Steve has woken you up.

You look to your boyfriend to see him holding one hand on his head, the other on your shoulder.

"Can you take over?" Steve asks.

"Of course," you whisper, looking at the clock to see it's 9:30. "You okay?"

"Crazy headache," he admits.

"Can I try driving?" Dustin asks.

"Dream on," you laugh.

You unfasten your seatbelt and open your door, stepping out into the cool spring air. You stopped in a quiet area, only trees lining the road.

Steve steps out too, rounding the back of the car while you round the front, and when you settle into the driver's seat, looking over to the passenger side for Steve to get in, you notice he's stopped right in front of the door, standing still.

You figure he's taking a break to stand, but after a few seconds of silence, you get back out and look at him from across the car roof.

"Hey, your head okay?" you ask.

To you, Steve is still, unresponsive, but in Steve's mind, when he walked around to the passenger side of the car, a Russian soldier was waiting for him.

In the delusion, he gasps and bangs his hand on the top of the car to alert you and Dustin.

"Guys, get out! Get the hell out!" he screams.

He goes to the driver's side to find you and it's empty. Same with the backseat.

"They left you?" the soldier mocks. "What a surprise."

Steve pants, eyes darting around, trying to find you two.

In reality, you run to his side of the car in front of him, seeing the pale, faraway look in his eyes. Oh God. It can't be.

"Steve!" you shout, shaking him. "Please hear me. Please!"

Dustin clambers out of the car, running to face Steve beside you.

"It can't be..." Dustin says, fear thick in his voice. "No. Vecna died. We killed him."

"But did he stay dead!?" you exclaim frantically.

"The tapes! The tapes in the car," Dustin says. "His favourite song - play it!"

In Steve's head, he sees more Russians come out from the woods, syringes in hand. He shakes his head in disbelief, sprinting down the long road, gasping for breath.

He sees an illuminated opening in the woods, and he figures if this is the Upside Down, that gate will be the way back.

He runs harder, legs pumping, and when he reaches the portal, he squeezes through. It's normal. The world looks normal.

But when he turns to go back to the car, he's face to face with Vecna.

"Thought you could kill me? Outrun me?" he growls. "You can't outrun anything. You lonely, lonely boy."

Steve hears himself trembling, stepping back and finding himself pressed against a hard surface. A vine wraps tightly around his knee.

"You failed," the creature hisses. "Just like everything else you do. You failed."

Meanwhile, you're scrambling to find the tape with "Just the Two of Us" on it in the glove compartment.

"(Y/N), can you move any faster!?" Dustin calls.

"Just give me a second!" you screech. To your relief, you find the familiar tape and pop it into the receiver. The tape was left at the end of that song, so you rewind, hands shaking, then press play, blasting the volume.

With the song blasting, you scramble out of the car and stand in front of Steve, gripping his forearms, shaking him.

"Steve!" you call out.

"Steve Harrington!" Dustin screams, his voice wavering. "Come back!"

Steve hears familiar notes playing in his head. He feels a drop of relief in the sea of doom in his chest. He hears your voice - your beautiful voice - singing along to your song.

"To make those rainbows in my mind, when I think of you sometime..." you sing in echoes.

"You can't do anything to me," Steve angrily mutters at the hideous monster. He thinks to the love he has in his life - you and Dustin and the kids never leaving his side, always trusting him.

Steve breaks free, sprinting towards the opening in the distance - this one he knows is the key back to reality.

"Just the two of us, we can make it if we try," you sing, tears flooding your eyes as Steve stares blankly ahead, eyes pale.

Your body is heavy, heart tight, but you and Dustin keep shaking Steve, calling out to him, and finally, his eyes darken with the beautiful hazel colour you'd fallen in love with. He nearly falls to the ground, having you and Dustin hold him up.

He stabilizes himself by putting his hand on the roof of the car, panting, shaking.

"Vec- Vecna," Steve stammers loudly over the music. You and Dustin pull him in for a hug, hearts racing in unison as you hold Steve. You don't let go for a long time.

Dustin dips into the car to shut off the music. You pull back to look at Steve, your cheeks streaked with tears. He looks down at you, pain kicking him from the inside - he's the reason you're crying like this and it kills him.

"Holy shit," Dustin says, breathing heavily. "Did you even see him coming?"

"I guess, I- I-" Steve says. "I didn't want you to worry."

"Didn't want us to worry!?" Dustin yells, slapping Steve's arm.

"Ow!" Steve shouts.

"Sorry," Dustin says quickly.

"I thought he was dead," Steve explains. "And I just - I figured they were only bad dreams!"

You look at your boyfriend, heartbroken.

"Let's get in the car, okay?" you suggest. The three of you settle back into the BMW, with you in the driver's seat, locking the doors as if it could protect you from Vecna. Your blood runs cold at the realization that he's back.

"What happened?" you ask.

"The..." Steve breathes slowly. "The Russian soldiers. They were trying to get me again."

You share a concerned look with Dustin and put a hand on Steve's knee.

"That thing - it really knows your... your fears," Steve continues, stammering as he breathes rapidly. "It was telling me I'll always be alone."

You inch forward to hold Steve again, wishing your touch could dissolve all his worries. You hug tightly and a hot tear wells in your eye.

"You'll never be alone," Dustin says. "I'm always gonna be around to bother you." He reaches from the backseat to join the hug.

"Me, too. We're your people," you say with a light giggle.

"We gonna figure out to kill this thing for good," Dustin mutters. "Now it's personal."

You and Steve chuckle. Dustin's protectiveness over Steve - who's older, bigger, and stronger - is endearing.

As the three of you sit in the car parked on the side of a random road in a random town, Steve feels his fear slowly melt away.

You're in his arms, the girl who saw all the ugly in his life and still decided to love him, and the boy he considers a little brother hugs tightly, too, determined to follow Steve wherever he goes.

Steve's throat tightens as he holds in a sob. He doesn't know what the future holds, but at least he has his people.

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Strip Club - Cillian Murphy X Female OC

A/N - Set in 2010, and I've used fictional names for his wife/children

A night out with his brother and closest friends doesn't end the way Cillian expects it to.

Warning - Smut

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"I'm really not up for this Pad, can't we just go for a beer at the Anchor instead?" Cillian complained to his younger brother.

"You haven't been out with us in months, Dermot has had this all planned out for ages Cill, come on!" He rolled his eyes, knowing he couldn't get out of it, no matter what he said. Pulling his boots on, the two of them left the house, getting into the waiting taxi outside.

Walking into the strip club via the VIP entrance at the back, Cillian kept his head low and his brother and friends close around him so as not to be seen. Last thing he needed was photos in the press of him coming here!

"We're here for The Secret Show? Booked under Padraig Murphy?" Paddy told the bouncer, who checked everyone's ID and led them through a curtained off section at the back of the club. No cameras, no members of the public, completely private.

The boys sat around the stage area, a waitress coming over to take their drinks order. Once she returned with them, the lights dimmed and the music from the movie Burlesque began to play through the speakers. A single spotlight on a stool on the stage.

Cillian could feel his cheeks burning, he genuinely had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. He'd never been to a place like this, had always avoided them like the plague. The idea of a stripper had never appealed to him. Someone he'd never met, stripping to her underwear to please him and his drunk friends and even more cringe-worthy, his little brother, was not something he was remotely interested in.

The dancer came out, swaying her hips as she walked to the stool. Perching herself on it, legs crossed. Dressed in a black corset, short black skirt, fishnet stockings, black stiletto heels, and a black masquerade mask covering the top half of her face. Her long, silky brown hair flowing loosely down her back.

She was beautiful, there was no mistaking it. Cillian spotted Paddy nudging Dermot and whispering something in his ear and rolled his eyes. Probably something incredibly inappropriate about the young girl in front of them. He couldn't help feel sorry for her - lecherous old men creeping all over her as she danced for them, throwing money at her like she was a cheap prostitute...

The routine began. Cillian remained stoic, arms folded across his chest while the other lads cheered, louder each time an item of clothing was sexily removed from her lithe body. Her heels had been kicked off, her stockings slowly moving down her thighs, he couldn't watch any more. Standing, he made his way over to the bar to order another Guinness.

"I'd have thought you'd be over there enjoying the show with your friends?" A familiar voice from behind the bar startled him.

"Kate?"

"Long time no see," she smiled.

"Wow! Last person I expected to bump into tonight, how are you?"

"I'm okay, I see you're doing pretty well too." He nodded, his latest film, Inception, had been a box office smash. Professionally, at least, he could say he was doing well.

"Yeah, I guess so." His head lowered slightly, as Kate placed his pint in front of him.

"You guess? You okay?"

"What? Oh yeah, yeah I'm fine. Although, no disrespect? Kinda wish I was anywhere but here right now!" He chuckled. Kate smirked.

"I get off in 20minutes, fancy a walk?"

"You know what, I'll take you up on that Kate. I'll meet you outside?"

"Deal."

Thirty minutes later, after Cillian had made his excuses to his brother, he was smoking a cigarette walking along the canal with Kate at his side.

"Did you travel the world like you planned after school?" He asked, stubbing the cigarette out on the floor.

"I did, a full year of travelling before I went to university."

"Where did you go?" She told him about Australia, backpacking across Vietnam and Thailand, before heading to California for three months on a work visa.

"It was amazing. Truly wonderful. I met some great people over there. But all good things must come to an end, right?" She looked at him, and quickly looked away.

"I couldn't stand in the way of you living your dream Kate, you know that. We ended on grand terms though, right?" She linked her arm through his and squeezed it.

"We did. Promised we'd stay in touch though didn't we..."

"Yeah, I admit that was my fault. Tanya wasn't overly keen on you was she?" His ex wife. Or soon to be ex, anyway.

"I'm sorry about what happened Cill. Are you okay?"

"I'm getting there, you know? If she'd rather fuck her friend's husband instead of her own, then so be it," he smiled as much as he could.

"Well if it's any consolation, she's clearly lost her mind." She squeezed his arm again, and he found himself moving it so it was wrapped over her shoulders. He could feel her shivering and pulled her a little tighter against him.

They approached a small apartment block around 100yards further down the canal, and Kate dug her keys out of her handbag.

"Thanks for walking me home. It was good to see you again," she smiled, unhooking herself from him.

"Maybe I could - " he was interrupted by the door opening, and a younger girl stood in the doorway with a toddler in her arms.

"I'm so sorry Kate, I gave her Calpol an hour ago but I couldn't get her to settle..."

"Hey it's okay, I'll take her now. Get yourself home sis, I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" The young girl nodded, before nodding at Cillian and heading off down the street.

"Liane grew up!" Cillian laughed. The last time he'd seen her she'd still been in primary school. "And who's this little one?" He reached for the toddlers hand, grinning when she took his little finger and squeezed it.

"This is my daughter, Lily."

"Well Lily, you've certainly got your mama's eyes, haven't you?" Cillian glanced quickly at Kate's left hand.

"Her Dad isn't around Cill, I'm not married." He bent his head down. Busted.

"Then am I allowed in for a coffee at least?"

"If you don't mind sharing me with a teething baby, then yes, you can come in!" Kate led him through and fetched the teething granules from the cupboard and a teething ring from the freezer. Cillian offered to take Lily while she prepped a cup of warm milk for her.

Seeing him bounce her on his arm made her smile.

"Reminds me of Jack and Niamh when they were teething. Had to be moving around, constantly needed distraction. You okay if I take her a walk around after? See if I still have the magic touch?"

Kate nodded, and took her back to give her the nurofen, teething granules, followed by her sippy cup of warm milk. Once she'd finished, Cillian offered his arms out for her. She reached up for him, surprising Kate as she normally shied away from strangers, and off they went around the apartment. She watched from a distance as he took her around, showing her the ornaments on the window ledge, her reflection in the mirror, bouncing her up and down as she giggled lightly.

After around fifteen minutes, he made his way over to the radio in the kitchen, fiddling with the buttons before he found the station he was looking for. Soft, gentle classical music played through the speakers. He turned the volume down so it was barely audible, and leaned Lily into his shoulder, rocking her side to side gently. She nuzzled into his neck, Kate watching, smiling, as her baby's eyes grew heavier. She could feel past feelings coming back as she watched them. As much as she'd pretended losing him when he left University to pursue his acting career was fine and she had gotten over it, she never had. And now, bumping into him again all these years later, those feelings were coming back with some force.

Lily was snoring gently in his arms now, and Kate gently took her from him. Taking her into a small room at the back of the apartment. Coming out ten minutes later and closing the door as quietly as possible.

"I'd say you still have it Cill," she laughed, switching the baby monitor on in the corner of the living room where he sat on the sofa, two glasses of red wine in front of him. "You read my mind."

She sat next to him, clinking her glass with his.

"Did you meet her Dad while you were travelling?" He asked, after taking a sip.

"Yeah.. he erm.. he died not long ago. Cancer."

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh Kate that's awful..."

"No it's okay.. it was just a brief fling you know, we weren't together or anything. But it's sad for her. She'll never have that father figure. Just me and her against the world now." She felt his fingers brush her hair out of her face and gently down her cheek. Turning to him, she put her glass down on the table and turned to face him. He placed his down too, and moved closer.

Their faces centimetres apart, she could feel his warm breath against her own.

"I should probably go..."

"Again?" She whispered. She didn't want him to leave her again, as much as he had no intention of actually leaving. Their lips met, a kiss that was fifteen years overdue.

"I haven't spent a day not thinking about you, Kate..." He smiled, pulling away.

"You mean that, or are you just looking to get your end away?"

"Which is why I'm going to kiss you now, and go home. But I want to see you again. If I can?"

"And what if I don't want you to go home..." She kissed him again, this time straddling her legs over his thighs on the sofa. Even if this was a one night stand for him, she needed him, and he wasn't getting away this time.

"Then I'm not going home." His hips rose to meet hers, gyrating over his erection under his jeans, both of them removing each others clothes in record time until they were left in just their underwear.

"My god, you're incredible... Let me taste you..." He flipped her onto her back on the sofa, spreading her legs and placing gentle kisses along the inside of her thighs. His fingers teasing against her underwear, softly caressing her mound, before sliding a finger inside and groaning at how wet she was already.

"Cillian please...." She almost whimpered underneath him, her hips squirming against his lips and fingers. He pulled her underwear down her legs, and unceremoniously threw them across the room before moving his lips to her open slit, drawing his tongue slowly up and down her folds. Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling the cry of ecstacy within it so as not to wake Lily.

"You need to be quiet, you're not going to want me to stop once I've started Kate..." He smirked, before attacking her clit with his mouth, drawing it between his lips, rolling his tongue over it, increasing the pressure. His fingers pressing into her thighs, surely leaving bruises, as his mouth worked magic on her, her hips rocking against him.

"Oh god... That's so good, please don't stop..." Her words coming out in breathy little moans as her orgasm built quickly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him where she needed him. Two fingers suddenly entered her, making her gasp as they found the small bundle of nerves deep inside her, pushing and rubbing against it hard, matching his motions against her clit. Suddenly his mouth was off her, his fingers pumping into her, the palm of his hand pressed against her clit now as he moved his body up, his lips now pressed to hers. The taste of herself on him turned her on further, and she could feel herself letting go.

"Cum for me..." He whispered in her ear, sending her over the edge with a small cry into his shoulder, her body writhing against him. His fingers removed, replaced with his now solid cock as it pushed inside her quickly, picking up the same pace his hands were, hard and fast thrusts as he hooked her leg up under his elbow, forcing himself deeper.

Her nails scraped over his shoulders as she buried her face into his neck, frantic thrusts against each other, fifteen years of buried feelings coming out of them with a force that took her breath away.

"Yes... God yes..." Her moans into his neck drove him wild, her walls contracting around him pushing him closer. He could feel another orgasm building inside her, and angled his thrusts to hit that magical spot inside her perfectly.

"I'm so close Kate... So fucking close, you feel so good around me..."

"Cum inside me Cillian, please..." He grunted against her ear, nibbling on it gently as his hips pounded into her relentlessly now. Reaching his high, he flooded her, spilling inside her with a deep groan into her neck, sending her into her second orgasm, her legs wrapping tightly around his back pulling him even deeper inside her as she felt his cock pulsate, emptying into her.

He rested his forehead against hers, both of them panting, smiles forming as they looked into each others eyes.

"You're on the pill, right?" He chuckled, coming back to his senses.

"No." He lifted his head quickly.

"What?" She started to giggle, grinning at him.

"I'm on the coil, you're fine, don't worry!" He rested his head back into her neck, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Good to hear. I think three kids between us is enough for now, don't you?"

"What do you mean, for now?"

"I made the biggest mistake of my life leaving you Kate, I'm not planning on doing it again," his lips gently kissed the side of her neck, running the tip of his nose along her jawline softly.

He pulled out of her with a groan, taking her hand and leading her into her bedroom - he'd clocked which one it was earlier that evening.

Kate smiled watching him grow hard again, knowing not much sleeping was going to be done once they got in there...

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