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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"I think he's communicating, just not with words."
3rd POV:
Before Y/n walked inside the shed, Nancy and Steve were stapling the wall in awkward silence.
"Hey," she called out, catching Steve's attention. "I'm sorry for being a jerk to you," she said as Steve took a deep breath and turned to her.
"I'm sorry too," Steve said, surprising Nancy.
"We both are at fault," Nancy said as Steve nodded.
"Because we both are in love with different people," Steve said as Nancy smiled.
"So you finally realized, huh?" Nancy asked him.
"Oh, I have always known, I just didn't accept it," Steve said to her as Nancy nodded.
"So when are you planning to tell her?" Nancy asked him as Steve smiled and shook his head.
"Well, we're already together," Steve said as Nancy looked at him happily.
"Oh my god, really? After all this is over, y/n and I have more to talk about," Nancy said as Steve chuckled at her, and then both went back to working in silence.
* * *
I continued stapling as soon as everyone joined, and together we taped and stapled the newspapers and old curtains to make the shed unrecognizable, ensuring we covered every inch of the place. Jonathan brought Will into the shed, and everyone else left, leaving only Emma, Arlo, Mike, Joyce, Jonathan, Dad, Mom, and Hopper inside.
I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed, watching Steve swing the bat. When he finally finished, he turned to me.
"Hey," he said, walking over and standing in front of me. "You okay?" he asked in a low voice. I smiled and nodded. He tucked my hair behind my ear and leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead.
Blushing, I felt a flutter in my chest as suddenly the lights flickered. Steve and I pulled away, exchanging a glance, before walking into the kitchen. Steve held his bat on his shoulder as I stood next to Nancy, gazing out the window at the shed. Dustin joined us, and we waited in tense anticipation.
A few minutes later, Hopper came rushing inside the house, followed closely by everyone else. He grabbed an envelope and a pen, quickly beginning to scribble down Morse code.
"What happened?" Dustin questioned, his brow furrowed with concern.
Hopper sat at the kitchen table, writing things on a piece of paper, while everyone gathered around, eager for answers. "I think he's communicating, just not with words," Hopper explained.
"What is that?" Steve asked, looking puzzled.
"Morse code," the kids replied simultaneously.
"H-E-R-E," Hopper said, translating the code.
"Here," we all read out loud, realization dawning on everyone.
"Will's still in there. He's talking to us," Dad said, his voice filled with determination.
As Jonathan rushed to his room, Hopper took charge, organizing everyone staying inside. He distributed a translation page for Morse code and set up a walkie-talkie where he would transmit the code.
I sat with a red crayon and a piece of cardboard, Nancy on one side of me and Steve on the other. We were all tense, waiting for any signal from Will.
Sitting down at the table, Dustin focused on a radio, beeping sounds emitting from it as he scribbled down the letters. Lucas assisted, identifying the correct ones and relaying them to me.
"Dash, dot, dash, dot," Lucas affirmed. "C."
Nodding, I quickly wrote down the letter, anticipating the next.
"L," Lucas said, leaning closer to me.
"O"
"S"
"E"
"G"
"A"
"T"
"E".
As I wrote down the last word, I set down the crayon, holding up the cardboard as the group surrounded me.
"Close gate," they repeated in unison, realization sinking in.
The sudden ringing of the phone startled us all.
"Damn it," Dustin muttered, elbowing past Max and Nancy to reach the phone and swiftly silence it. "Damn it."
As the phone rang again, I hurried over, tearing it off the wall and tossing it aside, my heart pounding with apprehension as I glanced at the others.
"Do you think he heard that?" Max asked, her eyes wide with worry.
"It's just a phone. It could be anywhere, right?" Steve tried to reassure us, though uncertainty lingered in the air.
Before anyone could respond, a piercing screech shattered the tense silence, causing Dustin to rush to the window, his expression darkening.
"That's not good," he muttered, his eyes fixed on something outside.
Everyone in the shed rushed inside as Dad put Will in his room and returned with two guns in his hands. I turned to see the kids on the couch near the windows, looking outside.
"Hey, get away from the windows!" Hopper exclaimed, holding two guns.
"Y/n, here," Dad threw one gun to me, and I quickly turned off the safety lock.
"Do you know how to use this?" Hopper asked Jonathan, holding a gun out.
"What?" Jonathan said, confused.
"Can you use this?" Hopper repeated.
"I can," Nancy said, stepping in. Hopper passed the gun to her, and everyone stood ready.
I positioned myself between my sister and Steve, who was wielding a bat with nails. Hopper stood beside Nancy, and Dad stood next to Steve, while my sister stood between me and Nancy. Behind us, Arlo held a hammer, Lucas gripped his wrist rocket, and Mike clutched onto a bell of all things. Jonathan and Joyce clung tightly to each other, and Max positioned herself behind Lucas. Mom stood in front of Dustin, who was the only one without any form of weapon.
We were all tense, ready for whatever might come. The rumbling in the bushes, the screeches, and growls—it all put us on edge. Then, a loud screech pierced the air, and we whirled around, our hearts pounding with fear.
"What are they doing?" Nancy's voice trembled.
Suddenly, a loud snarl echoed from the side of the house, and we all jumped, turning to face it. I tightened my grip on the gun. The monster made a whimpering noise, and then, without warning, crashed through the window. Panic erupted as everyone screamed and scrambled to defend themselves.
"It's dead," my sister said, her voice bringing a moment of relief.
Just then, a creak from behind made us all whirl around again. The door slowly opened, revealing a girl with slicked-back hair, black eyeshadow, and a bleeding nose—Eleven. As she walked in, our weapons lowered, and disbelief washed over us.
We all looked at her with mouths agape. Her face lit up when she saw my sister and Mike. Tears of happiness streamed down my sister's face as I watched Mike step forward, looking like he could cry too.
