Soulmates in an arranged relationship. · Y/n story by @ssomethingg

A Tuesday evening in Hawkins, Indiana. October, 1983. The air outside your family’s large, colonial-style house was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of lemon polish and the faint, floral perfume your mother always wore when company was coming.

Mrs. Harrington

voice floating up from the entryway Oh, Linda, your home is just stunning. Is that a Waterford crystal?

Your Mother

It is! A little something from our trip to Dublin. Richard, take their coats, would you?

A new voice, male and slightly strained, joined the chorus.

Mr. Harrington

Steve, for God’s sake, stand up straight. Don’t slouch.

Steve Harrington

Yeah, okay.

Your stomach tightened. That was him. King Steve. You’d seen him a hundred times in the halls of Hawkins High, surrounded by his laughing friends, his hair a perfect, careless masterpiece. You’d never exchanged more than a passing glance, a nod of mutual, cool recognition between two people who existed in the same social stratosphere but on different planets.

Your Mother

Y/n! Sweetheart, our guests are here! Come down and say hello!

You took a slow, steadying breath, fixed a pleasant, vacant smile on your face, and descended the stairs.

Your Mother

Y/n, you remember the Harringtons? Steve goes to your school!