what a feeling {steve harrington x fem!reader}

Dig Dug

"Mews!" Mrs. Henderson called, "Mewsy!"

"Mews!" (y/n) yelled, copying her mothers actions. "Mom, I don't think Mews is out here, let's go back inside, see if Dustin found anything."

She nodded her head and the two headed inside, where they found Dustin on the phone.

"Dustin, baby, you're sure she's not in your room?" Dustin held up his hand to silence her, as he pretended to be on the phone.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Dustin spoke into the phone, "Thank you so much, Mr. McCorkle. Thank you so much. You are a true lifesaver. Alright, this was great. Thank you. Alright, have a good one, bye-bye now. All right, you too." Dustin hung up the phone, turning to his mother and sister. "All right, great news."

"They found her?" their mom asked hopefully.

"No. But they saw her wandering around Loch Nora."

"How did the poor baby get all the way out there?" she asked crying, as (y/n) patted her mom on the back.

"I don't know. Lost I guess." Dustin tells her, "But they're gonna look for her. And (y/n) and I'll stay here in case they call again."

"And you're going to go help look, yeah?" (y/n) says to her mother.

She nodded, crushing (y/n) and Dustin into a hug, "Go get her. You're gonna find her."

"Okay."

"We can find her," (y/n) says.

"We can find her," their mom sighs, walking toward the door.

"We love you." Dustin adds in, sending her a kiss.

"I love you guys too."

"We love you." (y/n) says.

"I love you two."

"All right, go." Dustin tells her, giving her a thumbs up as she closes the door.

"Ready?" (y/n) asked, turning to Dustin.

"Ready."

(y/n) makes a path of bologna to the storm cellar, where she and Dustin planned to lock Dart in. Dustin walks out with a bunch of different sports padding on, along with oven mitts and a catcher's helmet.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Yes," Dustin said, throwing some more padding her way, "Now put it on."

Once (y/n) pulled the bulky padding on, she grabbed a hockey stick, like the one Dustin had in his hands, and they put their plan to action.

"All right, Dart. Breakfast time." Dustin said, sliding the door open and immediately running down the hallway.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." Dustin said as he and (y/n) ran to their backyard, or at least attempted to in the bulky padding. "Shit, shit, shit."

"Dustin, will you shut up?" (y/n) asked as they headed toward the shed, "Everything's going to be fine."

"Come on. Come on, I know you're hungry." Dustin muttered, looking through the crack in the shed. "Yes, yes, yes."

"Move, let me see." (y/n) demanded, pushing Dustin out of the way. There, Dart was following the trail, eating each piece as he came upon it.

"Yes, yes, yes." Dustin said, looking through a different crack.

Just as Dart was about to head in the cellar, he turned around looking right at the shed.

"Shit!" Dustin said, backing up into (y/n).