STRANGER THINGS IMAGINES

Confessions | Steve Harrington

a lot of you requested this plot lol

i don't blame y'all. fluff and angst is good stuff

season 3 ep 6 spoilers*

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For the millionth time in the hour you'd been laying on the ground, you tugged at the tape that was holding your wrists behind your back. No matter how much you loved hanging out with Steve and Dustin, you really did wish the three of you had never gotten mixed up with the Russians. Now Erica and Dustin were gone, and you and Steve were tied up and in two different places. 

You were so worried. You didn't know what was about to happen to you, and you didn't know what was happening to Steve right at this very moment. All you could do was lay there in silence and wait. 

When you heard footsteps echo in the hall outside of your door, you lifted your head. Your heartbeat picked up as the door opened to reveal two guards. They looked at you in disgust, then bent down and grabbed you by your arms. 

"Don't touch me," you said. They lifted you up like you weighed nothing. You jerked around, trying to make it difficult for them to take you, but you weren't making much of a difference. They dragged you into another room, tossed you onto the floor, and then threw Steve down, too. 

But he didn't sit up like you did. 

"Steve?" 

You scooted over to him on your belly and turned him over. When he was on his back, you could see his face. It was bruised and so, so, so bloody. A lump got trapped in your throat. 

"Steve? Steve!" You looked up at one of the men. "What did you do to him? What did you-"

He lifted a hand and slapped you across the face with the back of it. You fell down, crying out in pain softly. They started to speak Russian, saying things you could not understand. 

Then you were picked up once again. You did not try to fight this time. You were too scared for Steve's life; he could not defend himself. 

They placed you and Steve back to back and tied you both together. You kept saying his name, trying to wake him up. The leader of the Russian guys in the room grabbed a fistful of hair and lifted his limp head. 

"Don't touch him!" you hissed. "If you touch him again, I swear-"

The men just laughed. You felt incredibly small. If they touched him again, you'd do what? There was nothing you could do. You were just as helpless as Steve was right now. 

The man stood before you now. You tried not to shake, you tried to look brave. 

"I think your friend needs a doctor," he said. "Good news is - we have the very best." 

The others laughed. 

You glared at him-

And then you spit in his face. 

He wiped it away, his smug smile disappearing. "You... you are going to regret that soon." 

And then the men left. 

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For an hour, you sat there in the silence. Every few minutes, you would bump against Steve and say his name, trying to wake him up. He was unresponsive until you bumped him so hard that the chairs you were tied up in tipped slightly. 

"Hey, will you knock that off? You're gonna kill us," he mumbled, not really with it just yet. 

You sighed in relief. "Oh Steve, thank God you're okay! You are okay, right?"