Stranger Things with reader insert
Steve Harrington × reader(17 year old)
Arlo Harrington(OC) × reader(13 year old)
Season - 1 - completed ✅️
Season - 2 - completed✅️
This book is written from the perspectives of two readers: a 13-year-old and a 17...
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"Because his face opened up and he ate my cat"
3RD POV:
"Wait a sec," I asked Dustin. "How big?"
"First it was like that," Dustin motioned with his hands leaning forward between me and Steve as Steve and I nodded. "Now he's like this."
"I swear to God, man," Steve sighed, rolling his eyes a bit. "It's just some little lizard, okay."
"It's not a lizard," Dustin argued, narrowing his eyes.
"How do you know?" Steve asked, irritation laced in his voice.
"How do I know if it's not a lizard?" Dustin asked, his eyes widening.
"Yeah, how do you know it's not just a lizard?" Steve repeated.
"Because his face opened up and he ate my cat," Dustin said as we both nod.
* * *
Steve's car came to a stop in the driveway of the house. Exiting the car, we made our way to the trunk where Steve retrieved his bat with nails, and we headed to the cellar in the backyard.
Steve tapped the cellar a couple of times, but no noise came out.
"I don't hear shit," Steve shrugged, tapping the cellar lightly.
"He's in there," Dustin insisted.
Steve tapped the cellar a few more times before turning to my brother and shining the flashlight in his face.
"Alright, listen, kid. I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you're dead," Steve said in an irritated tone.
"It's not," Dustin assured.
"Alright," Steve nodded, pursing his lips. "It's not a prank."
"Dustin, do you have the keys for this thing?" I asked, turning to him.
"Yeah, I'll be right back," Dustin said, walking towards his house, leaving Steve and me alone.
There was a brief moment of awkward silence as Steve cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. I glanced at him, catching his eyes before we both quickly looked away.
"So, um," he started, "how are you doing?" he asked, his voice slightly strained.
"Umm, good," I said awkwardly, feeling the tension between us. Steve nodded, and we both fell into another uncomfortable silence.
Then, Steve cleared his throat. "I was waiting for your call," he admitted quietly, his gaze fixed on the ground.
I felt a pang of guilt wash over me. "I know, I'm sorry," I said softly, meeting his eyes. "I was going to call you tomorrow."
