Yes, God, Yes x Stranger Things · Y/n story by @xoxomargaret

The pale gray light of a Monday morning crept through the curtains, casting long shadows across Y/n's bedroom wall. The familiar weight of his Spider-Man poster loomed in the half-darkness, watching him with unblinking painted eyes.

Karen Wheeler

her voice carries up the stairs, muffled but sharp Y/N! You're going to be late again! Mike's already in the car!

Steve Harrington

from the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and a lazy grin Wow. That's quite the greeting. You gonna stand there admiring yourself all day or you actually getting dressed?

Steve Harrington had let himself in like he owned the place, a half-eaten piece of toast hanging from his lips. His hair was perfectly coiffed, a feat of engineering that defied the early hour. He was already dressed in his school blazer, tie loosened at the collar.

Steve Harrington

tosses a crumpled envelope onto Y/n's desk Found this under your windshield wiper. Some junior girl with braces. I didn't read it, swear on my mother's pearls.

The envelope was pink, the kind you'd find in a drugstore aisle between bobby pins and hairspray. Written in bubbly cursive: For Y/n. Read before first period.

Steve Harrington

drops his voice, waggling his eyebrows Probably wants you to walk her to the Halloween dance. Or maybe she wants to do some "after school tutoring." You know how these Catholic girls get.

Karen Wheeler

from downstairs, sharper now STEVE HARRINGTON! If you're not eating my eggs, get out of my house! Y/N WHEELER! TEN MINUTES!

Steve Harrington

muttering, pulling his tie straight Your mom loves me. She just doesn't know it yet.