Steve Harrington Imagines

Crazy Russians Pt. 1

"I want to know why you've been ignoring me for the past 2 weeks." I stated with my hands on my hips. I was at Steve's house, my boyfriend of 2 years who suddenly seemed to forget my existence.

"Babe, I'm not ignoring you. I told you this already. I have a lot going on right now that I just can't tell you about." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Can't tell me? Huh. That sounds like something a cheater would say." His mouth dropped open at the accusation I just through his way.

"Cheating? Y/n I would never ever cheat on you, you know that! I love you more than words could ever describe. You've been there for me through some of my darkest days, you've lifted me up when I was low and you've always supported me in everything I do! Why would I ever jeopardize that?" He want to grab my hands off my hips but I shoved him away.

"I don't know Steve, maybe it has something to do with you always hanging around Mike." The look of confusion on his face was evident.

"You think I'm cheating on you..... with Mike...?"

"No you idiot, Mike's sister." He looked hurt when I said that.

"You think I'm trying to get back with Nancy?" I looked away keeping our eyes apart.

"It makes the most sense, you're always over at Mike's house, you don't answer my phone calls anymore, you've cancelled everything we planned for the last 2 weeks... what else am I supposed to think?" He sighed, obviously upset.

"Crazy Russians." Was all he muttered under his breath.

"Huh?"

"I've been dealing with potential Russians living under starcourt mall." I closed my eyes out of frustration and let out a huff.

"Really? That's your excuse. Crazy fucking Russians?" He only nodded to my question.
"Steve tell me the truth, what's going on?"

"There May be crazy Russians living under starcourt mall opening a portal to another dimension."

"Steve the truth."

"That is the truth!"

"The truth!" I yelled back at him.

"That is the truth!!" I threw my hands in the air as I was so over this conversation. If he's just going to lie I'm done.

"Okay Steve. You go play with you're middle school friends and try to find these crazy Russians, I'm done." I turned to walk out the door when I felt a hand grin my wrist.

"Y/n please believe me, I would never ever intentionally hurt you!" I ripped my hand away from his, obviously hurting him in more ways that one.

"It's over." Was the last thing I said to him as I walked out of his house and down the street, walking nowhere and anywhere to get away from the one person who hurt me more than I'd ever felt before.

I found a side trail off the road and decided to take a detour, looking at the leaves dancing in the wind and climbing over the large logs that had fallen to the ground. I heard a rustling sound coming from the left of me, deciding to check it out I walked towards the sound, ducking under branches and tripping over a root I fell to the ground groaning in pain at my now throbbing ankle.

"Fuck That hurt.." I rolled over into my stomach, army crawling towards the sounds I still heard, now much louder than before. I looked over a small mound of dirt and saw a small shack, with an extremely bright light shining from the windows.

I went to crawl a little further towards it when I felt 2 hands gripping onto either of my ankles, I went to scream but I was snatched up and a hand clamped over my mouth. My ankle with throbbing worse than before but I still managed to kick as hard as I was able. I tried to get out of the strong arms that were holding me but I was incapable.

I was thrown into the back of a van and driven off the an unknown place. When the van stopped I was blindfolded, and hogtied, being carried through what felt like a maze of twists and turns. I was shut into a room where I was untied and the blind fold was taken off. The entire room was metal, grey and cold. Dark. Scary. Uncomfortable wasn't even close to the feelings I had in that moment.

I screamed, and screamed and screamed and screamed hoping someone would hear me and be able to break me out of this horrid cell. I had been crying, my face puffy and my mascara running down my face. My ankle was swollen 3x the size and my nose bleeding from the van ride earlier.

I had been here hours, possibly even days it felt so long. I was starving, thirsty, weak. I could throw up at the pain I was in. I tired to stay positive in the chance that someone would be able to save me and I could go home.

I heard a noise, slight mumbling coming down a corridor. People, people people people!!!! I yelled for help, as loud as I could hoping they could get to me, I saw a large Russian man come face to face with me, the only thing separating us was the big metal door and small window. He opened the door and I fell backwards trying to stay away from him.

He spoke something in Russian, nothing I'd ever be able to understand. Then it hit me. Russian, crazy, underground, Steve. Oh my god Steve was telling the truth. I had no idea if I was under star court mall but it could full well be where I was. I screamed at him. Screamed as loud as my lungs would let me before he started beating me senseless. I was nearly unconscious when he picked me up and tied me to a chair. I was wheeled down the hall, and into a dark room.

I was duck taped at the mouth, my head hung low and my hair falling into my face. I was bloody and bruised, waiting to die at this point not knowing what was going to happen to me. Nothing seemed to be going in a good direction for me at this point in time.

The lights flashed on, so bright I had to shut my eyes in fear that I'd go blind. I was alone, cold, tired, throbbing in pain and scared. I was so scared in this moment. I heard more murmuring and was scared it was yet another beating coming my way. The door opened in a hurry and to my shock it was Steve, Robin Dustin and someone I'd never met before. His eyes glanced down at me and he stopped in his tracks.

"Oh my god Y/n."