My Significant Bother || Steve Harrington × Reader

The Bite

"Jesus, slow down!" Steve said, hitting his head on the back of the cart. "Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?" Robin asked. "It's the Indy 300." Steve argued. "No, dingus, it's 500!" "It's 300!" They bickered. "Let's say a million." Robin suggested, which seemed to make both of them happy because they started giggling like a bunch of toddlers.

"What is wrong with them?" Erica yelled. "I don't know." Dustin yelled. "Y/n, watch out!" Erica yelled while I got distracted. "Shit!" I said as I drove the cart into a stack of barrels.

"You guys all right back there?" I asked. Groans escaped their mouths. "They're fine." Dustin said.

We got out of the cart and walked to the back of it to get Robin and Steve out. "Come on. We gotta go, now." I said waiting for them to get up. "Come on! Get out! Let's go!" I yelled as they took their sweet time to get out of the cart. "We're coming!" Steve yelled.

After getting out for the cart Erica and I guided them to the elevator. "Here goes nothin'." Dustin said, before using the keycard to open the door.

It opened, we got in. The ride up was way better than the ride down.

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"Hey! You look like you're surfing!" Robin said as Steve was standing on a red trolley. "Surfing! Yeah!" He yelled. "They seem drunk." I confirmed my suspicion from before. "Why would they be drunk?" Dustin asked. "Well, look at them!" I said.

"I'm a natural! Check it out!" Steve said, posing like he was surfing. Robin pushed the trolley, causing him to tumble to the floor. "Wipeout!" She yelled before they bursted out into a fit of laughter.

"He's burning up." Dustin said, after placing his hand on Steve's head. "You're burning up." Steve defended.

"One sec, one sec. Steve, Steve." Dustin said as he fought with Steve to check his eyes.

"His pupils are super dilated." Dustin said. "Maybe he's drugged." Erica suggested. "Steve, are you drugged?" Dustin asked. "How many times, Dad? I don't do drugs. It's only marijuana." Steve responded.

I took over from Dustin.

I crouched in front of Steve, it was the first time I was properly looking at his condition. "This isn't funny, okay? I need to know what they did to you." I said holding Steve's shoulder.

"Hey! You're that pretty girl from my dreams." Steve slurred. "Huh?" I asked. "Yeah, y/n, that super pretty girl, the one I kissed." Steve smiled before bopping my on the nose.

"What?" Dustin asked. I tensed. "He's drunk, he has no idea what he's saying." I nervously chuckled. "No, he's just so drugged that he has no filter, what does he mean by kiss?" Dustin asked.

"We, may have kissed..." I said rubbing the back for my neck. "When! What?!" Dustin yelled. "It was one time! In the bathroom, after the tunnels." I explained. "Holy shit! So are you guys dating?" Dustin said with a smile. "What? No!" I said.

"Uh...maybe we should focus on the task at hand." Erica said. "Are you gonna die on us?" Dustin asked Steve after clearing his throat. "We all die, my strange little child friend. It's just a matter of how...and when." Robin said in a creepy voice.

"They're gonna be looking for us up there, so I need you to tell me where you parked your car." I said. "Where's your car?" Erica asked me. "I didn't bring it we got a ride with Steve." I explained.

"Oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?" Steve asked. "I would kill for a hot dog on a stick." Robin said. "No!" Dustin said. "Why not!" I protested. Dustin gave me a look. "I'm hungry!"

"All right. Yeah, food. Yes, you can have
as much food as you want, but only if you tell me where your car is parked." Dustin said.

Steve began frantically checking his pockets. "Uh-oh." "Uh-oh?" Dustin asked. "The car's off the board." Steve said. "What?" I asked. "They took the keys. The Russians, they took the keys. Like, forever ago. That's a bummer, right?"