Surrender // Steve Harrington x Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

The voice hadn't even been more than a flit in your mind and yet, as you slept, the terrors came once more to plague your mind. The world you lived in was a vast and blazing expanse before you as you stand atop the tall hill that looks out over Hawkins; a terrifying display of the future to come spreading out in front of you - Henry's future.

"Please..." The husky yet muffled sound of Robin's voice spills free of her split lips, your boot pressed against her throat as you look down at her. You felt nothing. Numb to the world, existing with the one sole purpose of serving your beloved adoptive father. She thrashes under you and you press harder, choking what remains of the oxygen in her lungs from her. "This isn't you..." She sobs helplessly, lips gulping for air that would not come. 

She goes still. Lids close.

You don't care. You simply lift your boot and move on, watching as Henry gets closer with a proud smile. He sets a hand upon your shoulder and you look up at him, emotion a stranger to you now. "Well done." He praises. You blink. "Him, next." 

Henry points a crooked digit that you follow with your vision, wasting no time in walking over to the two figures. One, a lifeless heap on the floor. Limbs shattered and lips slack in his death, his signature hair matted with blood and draping over ghastly pale features. Steve. The other was Dustin, hunched over his best friend and sobbing so hard he occasionally choked. "Please, stop!" He screams and begs with a hoarse voice as he sees you get closer, trembling hand holding Steve's so tight that his own knuckles were white.

"Shh.." Your tone impassive as you feign comfort, hand outstretched to the small boy. "It's almost over." 

"Why are you doing this? He loved you! He loved you so much, and you loved him too.." He begs pathetically, tears coating his doughy cheeks. "You don't have to do this. You-- You can fight him."

His words make you pause, head cocking to one side before a splitting and wicked smirk takes over your expression. "Now, why would I want to do that?" 

Your wrist turns, hand splayed out as your powers alight within you, lifting the boy so quick from Steve that it pulls their grip apart. Dustin floats just above your deceased lover, choking on his breaths as he hopelessly tries to fight you. 

Henry's laugh echoes as the first limb snaps. The second wakes you.

Wetness gleams upon your cheeks as you push to sit with ragged breaths. "Steve!" You shout, finding the spot beside you empty and cold. The nightmare replays in your head, their faces haunting your mind but none as much as the sight of Steve void of all life. 

He comes barreling through the door a moment later, shirtless and in those basketball shorts from last night still. 

His face contorts with worry as he sets his eyes upon your sobbing form, shoulders shaking with how hard you were crying. You breathe a sigh of relief that it was just a dream but it wasn't enough. You needed to feel him, needed to lose yourself in the reminder he was alive and well.

As he joins you by your side, the bed dipping with his weight, you throw your arms around him and clash your lips to his own. They tremble briefly against his and he pulls back, thumbs swiping over your cheeks to absorb your hot tears. "What is it, baby? What happened?" He asks, tired eyes full of concern. "You have a bad dream?"

You can't speak through your tears so you just nod, dropping your head against his shoulder and allowing the tears to spill free. He wraps you up in his warmth, a hand tracing the line of your spine to comfort you until it delves into your hair to cradle your head against him. He offers gentle shushing sounds and the occasional light kiss to your hair until you're ready to talk about it, wanting only to make you know how safe you were with him.