Ahoy, Dingus - Steve Harrington x Reader

Season 3 ~ Remember That Time...

"Help!"

"Help!" I shouted, my throat raw and starting to hurt from screaming so much. My arms starting to burn from rubbing against the restraints for so long, trying to wiggle my way out. "Someone! Help!"

"Hey," Steve mumbled from behind me. "would you stop yelling?"

"Steve!" I laugh, resting my head against his shoulder, glad my boyfriend was alive. "Oh, my God! Steve... Are... are you okay?"

"My ears are ringing," Steve sighed. "and I can't really breathe, my eye feels like it's going to pop out of my skull, but, apart from that, i'm doing pretty good."

"Well," I say, my voice shaking from all my nerves. "the good news is that they're calling you a doctor."

"Is this his place of work?" Steve asks me, leaning his head slightly against mine, taking a look at his surroundings. "I love the vibe. Charming."

"Yeah, tell me about it." I chuckle dryly, trying to look over at Steve. "So, okay, do you see that table over there to your right?"

Steve whips his head around to the left side and I let out a soft chuckle. "Babe, to your other right."

"Oh." He says softly.

"Yeah," I nod, looking at the table. "Okay. And do you see those scissors?"

"Uh-huh." He nods.

"Yeah, well," I say. "I think that if we move at the same time, we could get over there, and then maybe I could kick the table and knock them into your lap."

"And I could cut the blinds." Steve softly chuckles.

"Yeah," I nod, letting out a small laugh. "We could get out of here."

"Gotcha, Henderson." Steve nods. "Okay, yeah, we can do that."

"Yeah."

"Those morons." Steve scoffs. "They left scissors in here?"

"Yeah," I laugh. "Morons."

"Total morons." Steve laughed. "Okay."

"Okay so," I nod, letting out a shaky breath. "on the count of three, we're going to hop."

"Okay, good," Steve nods. "hop on three. I gotcha."

"All right." I sigh, shaking my head "One, two, three."

Hopping, the two chairs move up as they squeaked on the ground, causing it to create a mark on the floor.

"Okay," I raise an eyebrow in surprise. "that worked."

"Okay." Steve agrees, nodding.

"All right, let's try again."

"One, two, three." We count at the same time, hopping as the chairs shifted forward, causing us both to laugh.

"Holy shit," I exclaim. "this is going to work!"

"We're close." Steve says, looking at the scissors. "Ready?"

"Okay," I say, nodding. "one, two, three."