Surrender // Steve Harrington x Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

Henry sighs quietly, a gurgled grumble as the vines hold him high above the ground across the room from you. He was perfectly still otherwise, deep in that dream place he'd gone to in search of Max. 

You weren't watching him; resigned to your fate instead. Body weak and slumped as it hung from the back wall of the attic, toes brushing their tips over the chipped and rough wooden planks beneath them. 

Eyes follow the line of the gash on your leg, etched into the flesh by the Demogorgon as it dragged you through the Upside Down. It wept pearly droplets of gunk, its torn edges an angry and swollen red. It was infected. But you barely even felt the heated pain of it anymore. 

Chapped and broken lips were agape, voice no more than a croaked whisper as you sang into the still room, the echo of it pinging pathetically back into your ears as it bounces off of the walls. 

"Trust in me in all you do,
Have the faith I have in you,
Love will see us through, if only you trust in me..."

The words to the song were broken in your mind, coming through in dribs and drabs that spill free of your lips as soon as they come, though its barely audible and took most of the remaining energy you had left.

It was the song you and Steve had danced to that beautiful Christmas day where he told you he loved you for the first time. The necklace from that same day bumped occasionally against the hollow of your throat each time you lost the effort to hold your head up, lolling it down between your shoulders to peer at the ground.

"While there's a moon, a moon up highWhile there are birds, birds to flyWhile there is you, a you and I, I can be sure that I love you.."

The final words are spluttered out with the sob that takes over you, tears cutting clean valleys through the grime and blood coating your cheeks. Your lips purse against the urge to cry out, heart nothing but a heavy lump in its skeletal cage.

A creak. 

Distant and quiet, but a creak nonetheless - from downstairs. Your head snaps up in response to it, neck stiff and aching in retaliation to the hasty movement. You look to the closed door as if it might help you hear better. 

You sniffle and then curse yourself for making a sound that might deafen one from outside of this room, mouth agape with shuddering breaths. Maybe you were mistaken. Maybe there was nothing there. But then heavy thuds come as well, boots against wood that land in erratic beats.

Someone is here.

The black pool of goo in your chest cavity weakly jumps in response to where your mind had hopelessly gone to first. The fantasy that it was him. 

"S-Steve..." You croak out, nothing more than a whisper torn from a dry throat. "Steve?" It was a little louder this time yet still just as pathetic. There was no answer. The footsteps had stopped. The room was still and the house was quiet again.

The ground trembles and shakes the house, your limp form moving from side to side which was excruciating on your broken ribs. You whimper and bite your lip against the pain, almost enough to break skin as you breathe shallowly to help it not hurt so much. The rumbling ceases though it's followed by a frantic scream from outside. "Steve! Nancy!"

You'd recognise the voice anywhere.

"Robin-?" You try to shout, tugging against your tentacled restraints. Your voice breaks and you sob helplessly as your body slumps once more, exhausted and failing you more with each passing second.