Steve Harrington x reader

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Steve parks the RV and we all hop out. "Alright, everyone find what we need," I hand them all a list. "I wrote these while on the ride here. This should cover everything we need."

They all nod in response and I look at them all. I lead the group inside. We all stop at the entrance and I turn to them all.

"If you guys get into trouble call my name. I'll handle it. I've dealt with angry hicks before. Let's just get everything we need and go."

"Okay," they all answer.

We all split ways, and rush to a cart and I walk down the knife aisle. I take my weapons seriously and I get the right ones for each situation. I look around and take a sharp hunting knife. It great for cutting through tough meat. As I make my way to the ammo aisle I pick up some trays can lids and some long nails for shields.

I get up and move toward the ammunition. I take some shot gun shells along with .338 Norma Magnum. We're going to need a rifle and a short barrel shot gun.

All we need now is guns.

I start to walk down to the gun smith corner when I bump into Erica. "Y/n, we have a problem," she whispers and subtly points to Jason holding Nancy's shot gun.

"Go warn the others. I'll go help Nance," I tell Erica and she runs off to do as I say. I start to walk towards the two.

"Jason," I call. The two turn their head toward me. Nancy's face is full of relief. That's the first time she's looked at me that way. "Go."

He gives Nancy a glare and aggressively let's go of the barrel of her shotgun. He walks up to me with his face inches from mine. His face furious.

"Don't act so tough, Johnson," he spits and buts my shoulder as he walks past me.

"Fuck you," I mutter and roll my eyes as I walk towards Nancy.

"Thanks," she breathes.

"It's what girls do," I smile. "Oh, by the way, we might have to make some modifications to that shotgun," I whisper and give her a wink. "Also we're getting a rifle."

She nods and we walk towards the smith. "This is for me," I smile as the smith.

"Huntin'?" He asks.

"Yep," I nod.

"May I see your huntin' license?" He asks with his deep southern accent.

"Of course," I smile. I take out my wallet and hand him my license. He takes it and nods and hands it back.

"Nice," he nods once again. He scans the tags and puts it into the machine. "That'll be $678."

I sigh and slip my card into the machine. I hate how expensive these things are. Once I pay he hands me the guns along with my supplies.

"Good luck, hope you catch what you're looking for."

"Oh I will," I smile and I walk away with Nancy following with me.

"How much was the shotgun?" She asks.

"About 300. Why?"

"Imma pay you back."

"Oh you have to," I start.

"No, that was a lot. I'm paying you back."

I don't argue back. I just nod. We get to the front to see the others hastily waiting for us.

"Come on," they whisper yell at us. We all start to rush outside and into the RV.

"Let's go! Let's go!" We all yell.

"I'm going! I'm going! Sit down!" Steve yells as he starts the car and drives out the parking lot. I hop into the passenger seat.

"Holy shit," I let out a breath.

"Holy shit is right," he mutters.

"Oh my God I am— I really hope one of us have a plan because I certainly don't yet."

"Out of all of us," he snickers. "Yeah, one of us has to."

Steve finds an open grass field and parks right in the middle of it. We grab all of our supplies. We all spread out. Robin and Steve making Molotovs. Nancy and Max were cutting the shotgun into a short barrel. The Sinclairs and Dustin were making spears. Leaving Eddie and I to making shields.

We set up our stuff and start nailing nails into trash can tops. "You know, Johnson," Eddie starts.

"Hm?"

"This is an amazing idea," he laughs.

"What?"

"Making shields out of this shit. It's actually pretty clever."

"Oh whatever," I smile while nails some more long nails through the top.

Eddie soon finishes around the same time I finish and lifts it into the air. He twirls it around and smiles.

"We're gonna rock their shit," I laugh.

"Hell yeah. This is so deadly, dude," he looks down at me.

"But hey, it's reliable." I shrug and giggle while I put my last nail into the DIY shield.

Eddie puts his leg on a crate, "hear me now." He booms in his D&D accent. "There will be no more retreating!" Eddie returns back to his normal voice, "from Eddie the Banished."

"No there will not," I say in my old D&D accent. "We shall go in guns blazing!" Eddie turns to me and let's go of his shield. He charges after me and I push him off.

"Fuck you," I laugh as I run at him knocking him to the ground. I struggle myself up and I walk over to him. I take out my hand for him to grab and he takes it and pulls me down next to him.

He looks at me and I look back at him, "never change, Johnson. Promise?"

"I've promised since 82'," I smile. "You promise too, right?"

"Oh I promise, alright," he chuckles and helps himself up. He takes a hand out and this time I take it and get up with no funny business.

We turn to the Sinclairs and Dustin, "Sinclairs!" Eddie yells. "Dustin!"

They turn to us with curious looks on their faces. "How those spears coming?!" I yell. They put their thumbs up with a smile.

Eddie then playfully pushes me gaining my attention. He lifts his shield and smirks at me. "Duel, madam?" He bows.

"Why yes," I pick up my shield.

——

Steve and Robin were pouring gasoline into empty beer bottles while Eddie and Y/n were wrestling around on the grass.

"I have this terrible, gnawing feeling that....it might not work out for us this time," Robin says to Steve.

"You think we should be doing this?" Steve asks.

"I think we're mad fools. The lot of us, but if we don't stop him, who will?"

Steve looks at Y/n. She was laughing like a maniac while playing with Eddie. He found it cute how she still acts all nerdy. She's not shy about what she likes. He actually is jealous of it in a way. Not a bad jealously just the type that he wishes he knew what he wanted.

He knows that you have a goal set. He admires that about you. You always know what you want. You are tough and you don't let your personal shit get in the way of anything or anyones life.

He looks at you leaping over Eddie and then vise versa. The Sinclairs and Dustin even join in.

"We have to try, right?" Robin looks at Steve. Steve nods and looks back at Robin.

"Yeah."

Steve puts up his Molotov, "to killing Vecna." Robin looks to pick up another Molotov.

"Slash Henry."

"Slash One," he smiles and they clink their bottles.