Ahoy, Dingus - Steve Harrington x Reader

Season 2 ~ Amigo

Mike gets up and runs back to the original place we were and kneels down in front of a drawing, the hub where Hopper was trapped.

"Here, right here. This is like a hub.  So you got all the tunnels feeding in here. Maybe if we set this on fire—"

"Oh, yeah!?," Steve interrupts. "That's a no."

"The mind flayer would call away his army." Dustin continues.

"They'd all come to stop us." I pipe up.

"(Y/n)?" Steve looks over at me as I shrug. "You too?"

"We circle back to the exit."

"Guys." Steve calls.

"By the time they realize we're gone—"

"El would be at the gate." Max concludes.

"Hey. Hey! Hey!" Steve clapped his hands together before placing them on his hips. "This is not happening."

"But—"

"No, no, no, no, no. No 'buts'. I promised I'd keep you shitheads safe, and that's exactly what I plan on doing. We're staying here. On the bench. And we're waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand that?"

"This isn't a stupid sports game." Mike quipped.

"I said does everybody understand that?" Steve says, removing the rag from his shoulder and pointing it directly at Mike. "I need a yes."

The rev of an engine pulls us out of our thoughts. Making my way over to the couch, I see a familiar blue car make it's way up the street, loud rock music coming from it and knowing we were in deep shit.

The kids, being as curious as they were, made their way over to the couch, plopping down on either side of me, staring out the window at Billy's blue car.

"It's my brother." Max says, panic laced in her voice. "He can't know i'm here. He'll kill me. He'll kill us."

Turning around, I made eye contact with Steve, slowly nodding. Facing the kids, I look at them, my lips pulled into a thin line.

"Stay here guys." I say before heading out the door. "We'll deal with this."

Standing on the porch beside Steve, Billy walks out of his car, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he looks at us with confusion written all over his face.

"Am I dreaming," He smirks, slowly removing the cigarette from his mouth. "or is that you, Harrington."

"Yeah it's me." Steve says, placing his hands on his hips. "Don't cream your pants."

"And (Y/n)." Billy says, looking me up and down before taking another drag from his cigarette. "Didn't expect to see you here, but, wherever Harrington is, you are. Am I correct?"

Simply shrugging the question off, Steve and I make our way to Billy as he removes his jacket and slammed his car door shut.

"What are you doing here, you two, Amigo?" He asks, directing the question to Steve.

"I could ask you the same thing." Steve says, crossing his arms. "Amigo."

"Looking for my stepsister." Billy shrugged. "A little birdie told me she was here."