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 TWENTY-TWO These Violent Delights
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content warnings: things get a bit hot and heavy (oops?), brief descriptions of biting, mention of past physical assault and allusion to sexual assault (in a dream/flashback)
AT THE CRACK of dawn the next day, the Hawkins High parking lot was cloaked in a sort of gray light that made everything look washed out and dreamlike. Breaths clouded the air in soft plumes as the teams huddled in clumps, slouched against cars or sipping cheap gas station coffee from paper cups. Steve's boys were loud, jostling each other with that rowdy, nervous energy that always came before a big game.
He had his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, packed with spare clothes and his now fully functioning radio thanks to Dustin. (Steve had to give it to him. The kid was a genius. A serial procrastinator, but still a genius.) Nancy, who volunteered to cover the story for the school paper, stood clutching her notebook like it was chain link armor, already drafting her opening line. Jonathan, bleary-eyed, fumbled with the lens cap on his camera, grumbling about the lack of warmth — he hadn't meant to get roped into this, god knows he didn't want to spent a weekend with athletes instead of doing whatever the fuck it was he did in his free time, but both his girlfriend and the side-gig paycheck were enough to convince him.
Overhead, the night was bleeding watercolors into a Saturday sunrise. Steve had grown to like mornings. It wasn't always this way. He used to hate mornings because it meant slamming the snooze button while mumbling five more minutes or dragging himself out of bed for swim practice. But somewhere along the line, they stopped feeling like punishment. He loved the fresh start. He loved getting up and going on runs. He loved seeing the sky's early light laced with a drop of ink. He loved the comfort of drinking a smoothie or a cup of coffee with cinnamon and hazelnut alongside his breakfast. He'd started to love everything about mornings.
