Tell me, how does it feel to have my teeth in your heart?
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steve harrington x fem!oc
stranger things ╱ season 2-5
cross posted on ao3 by cosmiclovrs
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN She'll Only Come Out at Night
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THE TEMPERATURE INSIDE the bus had turned glacial. Wisps of fog crept out from the forest, extending shadowy fingers in the gaps in the windows that brushed against Steve's face. The breaths escaping his lips looked like misguided ghosts haunting the air.
Beside him, Rhiannon was silent, scanning the junkyard, and Dustin was chewing his nails, features twisted with fear.
Steve found the creature's silhouette in the darkness. Dart was hovering at the edge of the clearing, his head aimed at the ground, mouth unfurling like the petals of a flower blooming. But he wasn't taking the bait. He wouldn't. Not like this, not without someone to lure him. Steve shuffled away from the window, taking his bat with him because, surely, he'd need it.
"Don't tell me you're thinking about heading out there," Rhiannon said as she watched him pry open the door.
"Just get ready," he said, tossing his lighter at Dustin, who stumbled to catch it.
"I'm going with you," she said stubbornly.
"No. There's no way you're coming."
Despite his reluctance, she was already joining him. "Watch me."
Steve rolled his eyes and blew out a puff of air onto his face, his hair moving like seagrass. "Do you ever listen?"
"If you think I'm letting you do this alone, you really do have half a brain."
Steve sent her a worrisome look, resting the bat on his shoulder. "It's safer inside."
Rhiannon tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. "What, you think I'm not capable of taking care of myself?"
"I know you can, but I don't want you getting hurt."
"It's nice that you care, but stop trying to tell me what I should do when I can perfectly decide for myself." It was then she grabbed a pole with a sharpened edge from a junk pile on the ground, deciding it was a good enough weapon. "Besides, the longer we stall, the hungrier Dart gets."
