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Did I Hear You Say You Love Me >> Steve Harrington X Reader

Title: Did I Hear You Say You Love Me

Paring: Steve Harrington X Reader

Warnings: movie & music references, fluff, cute family relationships, 

Spoilers: um, maybe? Just binge-watch all of Stranger Things right now to be on the safe side. 

Author's Note:  The fic is based loosely on this song. Listen to it, and I guarantee you a little bit of happiness. I love Stevie Wonder. 

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Being the older twin, it's hardly an achievement. Everyone looks to you to be the most mature, the one in charge when the adults aren't around. You'd rather be the one who was born eighteen minutes later, to be honest. Except, Jonathan isn't much better than you; he's always acting like he's Dad, trying to make everything get by in the Byers house. And while it sucks majorly to take care of everyone when Mom was out trying to make ends meet and save the day with Chief Hopper, it's normal.

You, _______ Byers, are basically a Mom. Sans the kids. And childbirth.

And while that sucks majorly, it was that trait which was the saving grace that you used to whip your friends and brother to action when you saw that something was off about Will. If you were Nancy, Jonathan's girlfriend, you'd be doing anything to not be the Mom. She's seventeen, just like you, and while you're making sure your kid brother's friends don't accidently burn down the house making Eggos, she's got good grades and a legion of friends.

"We're having a DND night next Tuesday," Will says, sitting beside you on your bed. You can hear him despite the fact you're listening to Cyndi Lauper through your little tape deck, and taking off your headphones, you place them upon the ears of your younger brother. "Girls Just Want to Have Fun?" He asks, humming to the tune. "This record is new, how'd you get it?"

You bite your lip. "Harrington. He said he picked up the wrong tape at the music store," you look at the tape's cover on the desk, and back to Will, "Don't know how he confused it for The Eagles."

Will laughed to himself. "He likes you," he nudges you. You make a noise of denial. "I've seen it! He looked at you the same way Jonathan did when he saw Nancy at the Snowball." Will says proudly.

"You're just trying to get me to make a move," you wave off his theory, clicking the tape deck to stop playing Cyndi. "So, what was it you said when you came in? You're going to have your friends over to not play DND?"

He shakes his head. "No, we are. Our campaign has us –,"

You groan. "Okay, okay, I hear you. I'll babysit for sure, if you don't tell me all about it!" you attack Will with a bout of tickling. For a minute, it's just like when you were kids, before Mom and Dad divorced, and everything wasn't crazy wild. "Like, I have no idea what any of it means – why isn't it the same as The Hobbit? I get The Hobbit."

"Noo!" He cries. "Stop tickling!" Will laughs, pushing your hands from his armpits, eyes screwed up in laugher, filled with happy tears. "Thanks, _______. Jonathan can't do it, because he's taking Nancy to the drive-in to watch some sappy movie."

You turn to Will, and add, "Just make sure your friends get rides here, okay? Jonathan's gonna take the car, and there is no way I'm biking around town to gather your friends like the pied piper."