steve harrington is a total slime. (x reader)

6

The girl you found was wrapped up in your coat, soaking wet and shivering on the couch in the Wheelers' basement. She was breathing heavily, eyes cast downward.

"Is there a number we can call? For your parents?"

"Where's your hair? Do you have cancer?"

"Did you run away?"

"Are in some type of trouble?"

"Is that blood?" Lucas reached out to the girl, and you quickly swatted his hand away.

"Okay, everyone, stop it. You're obviously freaking her out." You put your arm out in front of you, motioning for the three boys to step back.

"She's freaking me out!" Lucas retaliated, but didn't hesitate to move back.

"I bet she's deaf." Dustin leaned forward, clapping suddenly. The girl flinched. "Not deaf."

You massaged your forehead with your hand. "Cut it out, will you?" You shook your head, and the three boys gave you and the girl some room. Mike seemed to be the only boy who was acting calmly, so you motioned for him to go get some of his sister's clothes. You knelt down, careful to keep a good distance from the cold, scared child.

"My name is Y/N." She looked up at you, caution in her eyes. You pointed to the three boys behind you. "That's Dustin, my brother, and that's Lucas. The one who just left is Mike." She looked behind you at them, then returned her gaze to you. She seemed slightly less distressed. "What's your name?"

She was silent for a while. Was she mute? You didn't know. Sighing, you began to stand up before she pulled her sleeve back. Kneeling back down, you looked at the three numbers tattooed on the inside of her wrist- 011.

"Eleven?" You slowly reached out for her hand, but she quickly pulled back. You folded your hands in your lap. "What's that mean?" Silently, she pointed to her chest, and you realized that whatever was going on here was ridiculously fucked up. "Oh, it's you- You're Eleven." She nodded. Her breathing was even now.

This situation was beyond crazy. The kid that you found cold and wet in the middle of the woods had a number instead of a name. You'd bet she didn't have a home, either. What the fuck were you supposed to do here? Call the police? No, you couldn't, because that would put you and the boys on a major lockdown.

Your anxious thought spiral was cut short by a clap of thunder as Mike returned with a change of clothes for Eleven. She quietly reached out, hesitant, before taking the clothes and wiping the water from her face. Slowly, she stood up and began to lift up her shirt.

"No, no, no, no-" All of the boys quickly turned around, exclaiming as you quickly pulled her shirt back down. "The bathroom's over there, okay?" You led her down the hallway, closing the door after she walked inside. Her hand shot out, blocking the door from shutting completely. "You don't want it closed?"

"...No." Her response was so quiet you thought your ears were playing tricks on you. But you could see the pleading in her eyes, and granted her wish. At least you knew she could speak now.

"Uh, I'll just... wait out here then." You turned around to give Eleven some privacy, listening as the boys argued about what to do.

"This is mental." Dustin quipped as the three of them stood in a circle. "She tried to get naked."

Lucas nodded. "There's something seriously wrong with her. Like, wrong in the head."

"She just went like-" Dustin pretended to pull his shirt off, knocking his hat over in the process.

"I bet she escaped from Pennhurst."

"From where?" Mike spoke, sounding exasperated.

"The nuthouse in Kerley County."

"You got a lot of family there?" Dustin jabbed.

"Bite me." Lucas poked Dustin in the side before continuing. "Seriously, though think about it. That would explain her shaved hair and why she's so crazy."

Lucas did have a point. Something here was definitely wrong. But do they give you tattoos instead of names in the mental hospital? You'd never been to one, but you doubted that that's how it worked. No, she came from somewhere else.

"It would explain why she went like-" Dustin again mimicked pulling off his shirt.

"She's an escapee is the point. She's probably a psycho."

Dustin gasps. "Like Michael Myers."

"Exactly!" Lucas throws his hands up. "We should have never brought her here."

Mike, who had been quiet up until this point, finally snapped. "So we should have just left there out there in that storm?"

"Yes!" Lucas stated as if it was obvious. "We went out to find Will, not another problem."

"I think we should tell your mom."

"I second that."

Mike's eyes widened. "Who's crazy now?!"

"How is that crazy!?"

"Cause," Mike started, "We weren't supposed to be out tonight, remember?" He placed extra emphasis on the last word, looking pointedly at both of his friends.

Lucas shrugged, indifferent. "So?"

"So, if I tell my mom and she tells your mom and your mom..."

"Oh man."

"Our houses become Alcatraz."

"Exactly. We'll never find Will."

Lucas and Dustin looked at each other. Mike was right. You crossed your arms, leaning back against the wall next to the doorway to the bathroom. You couldn't deny his reasoning- if any of your parents found out, you'd never see the light of day again.

"Alright, here's the plan." Mike straightened. "She sleep here tonight."

Dustin's eyes widened. "You're letting a girl-"

"Just listen!" He put his arms out, tired of the constant interruptions. "In the morning, she sneaks around my house, goes to the front door and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and know exactly what to do. She'll send her back to Pennhurst or wherever she comes from- we'll be totally in the clear." Lucas and Dustin still seemed unconvinced, exchanging another look. "And tomorrow night, we go back out." Mike's voice is filled with determination. "And this time, we find Will."

The boys are quiet as Eleven emerges from the bathroom, now dressed. Lucas sighs and starts to climb the staircase, and you check the time- you and Dustin should really be heading home too. Eleven grabs ahold of your shirt as you start to ascend after Lucas, and you stop and turn around.

"Hey, it's okay." You offer her a comforting smile. "Mike's going to take care of you, alright?" Gently, you pry her hand off of your shirt before giving it a squeeze. She silently nods, and you just barely catch a ghost of a smile on her face before you turn around and leave.

Dustin and Lucas lingered at the top of the staircase as you spoke with Eleven. "You really think she's psycho?"

Lucas shook his head. "Wouldn't want her in my house." With that, he left.

Dustin sighed, turning around to follow as you came up the stairs. "Mental."