Steve Harrington · Y/n story by @AvlynaGrace

The Wheeler's basement was a familiar chaos. The air was thick with the smell of old carpet and the nervous energy of seven teenagers crammed onto a worn-out sectional sofa and beanbag chairs. A single lamp cast long shadows across the D&D maps and school books scattered on the floor.

Steve Harrington

Okay, so. Teams. We gotta be smart about this. No going off alone. runs a hand through his hair, wincing slightly as his fingers brush a fresh bruise on his temple

Robin Buckley

Smart. Right. Because our last plan worked out so well. she’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, but her eyes are scanning the room, landing briefly on you

Mike Wheeler

We need a scout team and a backup team. The scout team goes in, finds the gate, marks it. Backup stays at the entry point, maintains the rope line, ready to pull them out if… he trails off, looking at Will

Will Byers

If it starts to feel me. Yeah.

Max Mayfield

So who’s on which team? And don’t say “not the girls,” Wheeler, or I’ll shove your D20 where the sun doesn’t shine.

Lucas Sinclair

She’s got a point. Scout team should be fast. Good in a fight.

Dustin Henderson

And knowledgeable! You need someone who understands the structural weaknesses of inter-dimensional barriers. Which is me, obviously.

Steve Harrington

sighs Alright. Scout team: Me, Robin, and… His gaze flickers around the room, hesitating for a fraction of a second as it passes over you before settling on Lucas. Lucas. You’re quick with that slingshot.

Robin Buckley

Backup: Mike, Will, Dustin, Max, and… She nods toward you, her expression unreadable. Y/n. You’re with backup.

The division hangs in the air. Steve doesn’t look at you. Dustin shoots you a sympathetic glance, but he’s already leaning over to argue with Mike about walkie frequencies.