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new spring stevie fic coming soon 🤍

“-When I marry her-” Steve and everyone else at the table froze as he realised what he said. When. Not if. They had just started dating, just started using boyfriend-girlfriend terms and yet there was a small part of her that knew she would probably say yes if Steve asked her to marry him right now, right here in the dining room. 

But the look on his face told her he didn’t know that. 

She gathered some confidence up and leaned over to press a quick kiss to his cheek, leaving a slight shine of lip balm on his slightly golden skin. How had he caught the sun already? She ran her hand over the back of his neck, her fingertips just slipping into his hair. 

Steve just watched her as she stared back down at her empty plate, they had finished their pasta a few minutes ago now. He wanted to kiss her, like really kiss her. No, even worse, he wanted to take her upstairs and press her into the bed until she knew just how much he adored her just for liking him. 

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matt sturniolo soft edits to role model & gracie is my favorite thing EVER <3 everytime I listen to old recliners i will always think of matt <3

but then again, i love every and any soft matt edits i lay my eyes upon <3

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cute as fuck. what the fuck.

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just want to kiss his stupid gorgeous face <3

may with steve harrington is dinners outside, bedroom windows left open, morning beach trips, shared showers & his jacket thrown in the backseat 🤍

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steve harrington bringing you flowers based on the colours in the outfit you're wearing 🤍 him taking notice of the exact shade of blue your denim shorts are on tuesday so that you definitely match 🤍🤍 him making sure the pretty bouquet sitting on the kitchen counter on sunday coordinates with your peach embroidered pyjamas 🤍🤍🤍

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finally modded my dsi ll (japanese ver.) and I LOVE it! been downloading a ton of ds games i use to play as a kid (maybe starting to get into fire emblem & pokèmon)

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being a hopeless romantic when society is fixated on hookup culture, “situationships” and emotional unavailability makes me feel like I'm in the bottom pits of hell. i yearn for pure romance. waiting for the fairytale I have always dreamed of to come true. but also thinking I won't be loved the way I love is a curse.

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the steve harringon to the marías pipeline is a universal experience, right? like– I can’t be the only one going through this right now…

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ilysm luc 🫶🏼🩵🥹

seeing @brystiniercorner back has made my heart go 💫🤍✨️🫶🏻🩶🧸

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quiet summer's with steve harrington <3

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Only fic that mattered after my 5 month hiatus ! Luc I absolutely adore and cherish every Steve fic you ever write😭🩵

At every table, I'll save you a seat, lover - S.H

Steve has written a love letter to get all his feelings down on paper and hopefully out of his head but somehow it ends up in the hands of his favourite girl, aka the girl making it hard for him to focus on anything else, and to makes things worse, they’re both attending the same wedding the day before valentines 

Steve Harrington x female!reader

A/n: friends to lovers, love letters, valentines themes

Warnings: strong language, kissing 

Word count: 3.2k

You're my, my, my, my

It was stupid. Utterly and completely. And yet Steve had written the letter, put it in an envelope, written her address and sealed it. He had confessed every feeling and thought he had about her, his mind was running faster than his hand, making his handwriting a little messy but that hardly mattered. He had done it and he felt no better now than before. 

He paced the house with it, wondering if lighting it on fire might help, but that seemed a little dramatic (even for him). He placed it on the small table in the hall downstairs, he stared at it for a moment and then he left it there, grabbing his keys and needing a quick drive around town. He could decide what to do with it later, but he was probably going to just tear it up. 

Somehow, god knows how, the letter, along with some other post from Steve’s house had been sent. It was completely untorn, unburnt and sitting on her front step when she got home the next day. She recognised the writing immediately, screwing her face up as she wondered why Steve would send her a letter instead of just calling her or waiting to see her. They hung out, a lot. 

She picked up the envelope as she put her keys in the door. She was lucky it hadn’t rained this evening, or else the letter would’ve been ruined. It was supposed to rain, the weather channel said so and- she felt the first few drops on the back of her neck. She held the letter to her chest and hurried inside. 

She felt oddly protective of it, like it was something important, even though she had no idea what was written inside. She contemplated calling Steve to talk to him while she opened it, but she was a little too impatient for that today. What if he didn’t pick up on the first ring, what if he told her not to open it? 

She read her own name first, in the very neat way Steve had written it. The rest of the letter was messier but her name was written carefully at the top. She started to read the note. Each word was making her hold onto it tighter but gentler at the same time, fearful of dropping it or ripping it. 

She just stood there, with her door closed behind her and the rain growing heavy outside, frozen in the hallway reading every word he had written. Everything about her voice, her smile, the way she got so excited for Winter to come but just as excited about Spring too. 

How she made him drive all over town trying to find just the right shade of lavender nail polish and how he didn’t mind at all because it meant he got to spend all day with her. How he loved the way she said his name, how he loved the sound her bracelets made when she moved her wrist, how he loved- her. 

Oh.

The phone rang and she practically had a heart attack. She was so busy reading the same words over and over that a bird chirping out in the rain would’ve made her flinch. She picked up the phone and felt all the blood in her body rush to her head. It was Steve. The same Steve who, who-

“Hey, I wanted to make sure you still wanted to drive up to the wedding together tomorrow. I can come pick you up in the morning but fair warning, it’s supposed to be really warm tomorrow, like unusually warm for february and the AC in my fucking car is still broken.” 

Why was he rambling about the weather, he just told her he loved her in a letter and now he wanted to talk about the weather forecast for tomorrow? It was like he had never even sent the letter, like he had no idea she was standing here, holding it in her hands wondering why it just kept getting messier the more she read. 

“Are you there?” She could hear him screwing up his nose over the phone. Her ribs grew sweetly tight. 

“Yeah. I'm here.”

She noticed ink on the other side. There was another side? She turned it over and kept reading even as Steve talked about the wedding over the phone. She didn’t mean to ignore him, but finishing the letter felt more pressing than what shoes he was going to wear for the wedding at the current moment. 

She read the words ‘-It’s stupid because you’ll never read this, and I’m tearing it up the second I’m done-’ and realised she was not supposed to have this letter in the first place. Somehow she had ended up with it, she had ended up knowing how he felt about her, all the while her feelings were still perfectly hidden and locked up in the back of her mind. That’s why he was acting normal, he just didn’t know. 

“So? Do you want me to come get you? You can put your dress in the backseat if you’re worried about messing it up.” Her shoulders relaxed and she felt herself smiling, with everything going on, whether he knew about it or not, Steve was still Steve, the sweetest person alive. And he had fallen in love with her. 

“I’ll get a ride with you. It makes more sense.” It didn’t. 

Half the town was going to this wedding and Steve lived three streets over from her but-, he was her Stevie and he always drove her everywhere, even when she got her driver's licence she never bothered buying a car because she had Steve and his car. Even with its broken AC, she would pick it over anything else every single day. 

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

He stole glances at her as she shifted in the passenger seat. It was unreasonably warm for early February, especially in Steve's car. They were around an hour away from the venue now. He had been half watching the road and half watching her as she tried not to stare at him with her brows pressed together in the way she did. 

He wasn’t sure what was going on with her, but something was bothering her. It felt like she was hiding something, trying to not give something away. He knew when she had a secret, she was terrible at keeping them from him, he could always just tell she knew something he didn’t in a matter of seconds. 

Something was driving her a little crazy in his passenger seat. He would bet on it. 

She shifted in her seat again, probably not even realising she was until Steve looked over at her. “I know, it's warm isn’t it?” He leaned forward slightly and hit his hand against the AC, like that was going to make it suddenly start working again. It was worth a shot. “What the hell happened to Winter.”

“It died, and now it’s never coming back.” She pouted a little. He knew she loved Spring but she also loved Winter and it had disappeared way too fast for her liking. She pressed the back of her hand to her neck, the heat slightly getting to her. She should try being in love with her best friend, because that somehow made the sun unbearably warm on his skin.

It was like ‘hey, it's hot out, and guess what the girl you love is going to laugh at your jokes and something touch your knee and then it's going to feel so hot you’ll want to die’. He wouldn’t recommend the feeling but he also knew damn well he wouldn’t give it up for anything.  

She pressed her brows together as she saw Steve grinning in her peripheral vision. “And I’m the dramatic one.” He normally was, she was just feeling a little dramatic after reading his letter last night. But she couldn’t say that, she had to deal with the fact that he didn’t want her to know. So she had to go on parenting like she didn’t. 

She found herself staring at him now, doing a terrible job of ‘pretending and wondering how long it would be until more of his freckles came out and the bridge of his nose was burnt again. She liked Steve in the spring/summer time. He looked even prettier if that was possible. She looked at the back seat. Oh no. He was going to be wearing a suit today wasn’t he? 

There were also two pairs of shoes in the back, she guessed he couldn’t decide. It was a strange feeling to see their shoes side by side, her short heels and his brown and black leather shoes all just lined up together in the middle seat. It was stupid but it was that same hopeful feeling she got in her ribs when she slept over and left her toothbrush in his bathroom. Her neck started to hurt from staring at their shoes so much, so she turned back around. 

“Are you nervous?” He asked, hand on the steering wheel and eyes on the road. Steve always looked good driving. He spared a glance at her, making her shift again beside him. 

She shouldn't be nervous, not in the way she was anyway. It wasn't her wedding, in hindsight she had nothing to worry about, she was a guest who had no responsibilities but to dance a bit and drink champagne out of a tall glass. The nerves she was currently experiencing were mostly to do with the fact that the boy currently driving to this wedding loved her. 

“You know I’m not getting married right?” She joked, hoping it would ease her mind more than his.

His face broke into a lopsided smile that made her want to kiss him just to feel it. Then he gave her this look, like he was mentally rolling his eyes at her. It made her feel a little bit better. His eyes fell back on the road. “There’s going to be a lot of people in one place, I just wanted to check in.”

She wanted to reach over and hug him. 

“I’ll be fine Steve, I promise.” She wasn’t sure she would be ‘fine’ but she knew she would be fine eventually. Today could suck and be totally overwhelming for her but at least once it was done she’d have Steve to talk it over with. Knowing that always seemed to make crowded rooms and big events a little easier to get through. 

She watched him for a moment, the genuine concern evident on his face warming her heart, because Steve cared. Yes, she now knew he loved her, but she always knew he cared about her. And it was so nice to be cared about. She felt herself smiling softly as she looked down at her lap. Maybe she should just tell him she knew? 

“If you’re not, I’ll grab some wine and we can sit in the car till you feel better.” It sounded like something a couple of teenagers would do but that didn't mean it sounded like a bad idea. 

“You’re cute.” She half muttered under her breath, idly not noticing the way Steve harshly swallowed down on nothing.

Darling, you're my, my, my, my, lover

The songs playing were slightly on the lovesick side but she kind of liked that. It wasn't only February (the month dedicated to love) but it was also a wedding. You were supposed to feel a little dizzy watching couples dancing together and seeing people meeting for the first time over crystal glasses and pretty little foil covered chocolates. Speaking of pretty, she wasn't sure what had happened to Steve but he had never looked like this before.

His suit jacket was long abandoned on the back of the chair sitting beside her and his white shirt was starting to look rather messy along with his hair that he had run his fingers through one too many times. She had helped him with his tie just before the ceremony had started but between then and now (the reception), he had misplaced it somewhere. 

She couldn't help but watch him with her head tilted to the side as he made conversation and slowly drank whatever was in the short glass in his hand. Someone must have made a joke because Steve laughed, making the corner of his eyes crinkle as the brown in his irises warmed into hazel. Her eyesight wasn't that good, she just knew his laugh well enough to know what was happening across the string light lit garden. 

Steve's gaze shifted over to her and his smile faltered. It was one of those moments when she wanted to know what he was thinking about, was he thinking about the things he had written in that letter or was he thinking about something else? He said something to his friends behind his hand, making it impossible for her to even try and read his lips, and then he edged away from them and walked back over to her. 

“Why are you all alone, huh?” He asked, slipping his hands into his pockets as he stood in front of her. 

“I’m taking everything in. It’s pretty isn't it? I like that we're outside. Imagine if it was the summer, the sunset would be so perfect with all the satin and lace, oh and-” At some point Steve has slipped into the chair in front of her (which wasn't his actually seat but nobody was going to mind, almost everyone was up talking or dancing), she hadn't noticed till she looked down from the sky where she had been imagining the sunset and he was just there. Listening to her every word with a soft smile on his lips. 

She stopped talking about the wedding. Not because there was nothing left to talk about, but because this felt like the moment. Steve shifted closer on his chair, hands clasped together and resting on his knees, like he was waiting for her to keep going. She could've. She should've. But she didn't. 

“I got your letter. I don't think I was supposed to but I did.” His eyes snapped up to hers and she suddenly felt very on the spot. She pulled at the fabric of her dress, the hem sitting on her thigh wrapping around her fingers a little too perfectly. “It was a good letter. Very well written. Good timing considering it's Valentine's Day tomorrow.” What the hell was she saying?

“Thank you?” He said, slightly confused, making her break a smile. “Look I know it was stupid but I didn't know what else to do. It fucking sucks being in love with your best friend but I don't think this feeling is going anywhere anytime soon, so why don't you dance with me and just see how it feels?”

It was one of the oddest ways she had ever been asked to dance before but she couldn't say no. How could anyone look into those puppy-dog eyes and say no. It was impossible. She stood up and slipped her hand into his. “I'll always wanna dance with you Stevie.”

He smiled, all lopsided and lovesick, and he let her pull him to his feet. Of course the letter ended up at her door, that was just how Steve's luck worked, but he felt like it was ‘good’ luck not bad. Especially from the way she was looking at him, now that was luck. 

“So you don't hate me?” Steve was fairly confident she didn't but he still needed to double check, he wrote a lot of things in that love letter of his. She slipped her arms around his neck and softly shook her head. 

“You confessed that you loved me in a letter, that's fairytale stuff Steve, how could I hate you for that.” She didn’t think there was a universe where she could hate Steve Harrington. And she definitely couldn't hate him in a universe where he loved her and he asked her to dance with him at weddings. “You're my best friend.” He pulled her in a little more. “And I-” She faltered as her eyes fell on his lips. Fuck, she wanted wanted kiss him. Or him to kiss her, or- 

“You don't have to say it.” He whispered as the song changed again. “I mean I'm being a bit narcissistic and presuming that you love me too but you seem nervous and you don't have to be. We can talk about where the hell my tie went instead if you want?” He glanced around with his nose screwed up. 

“I-” She tried again, but this time Steve cut her off as he decided now was the time to bend down and press a soft kiss to her neck. He was probably trying to relax her but her head was spinning faster now. He pressed another. “Steve, I can't talk if you're doing that.” 

He nudged his nose just under her ear, right where she had pressed her perfume just hours ago. She watched as he swallowed down on nothing. She had accumulated hours of staring at the freckles and scars across his neck, and now he had kissed hers, wasn't she allowed to kiss his? 

“Sorry, I thought it might help.” He slipped the strap of her dress back on her shoulder, she hadn't even noticed it had fallen. His fingertips were warm and she couldn't help but imagine them touching her everywhere else. She loved this dress but she wouldn't mind Steve taking it off her. 

“You thought kissing my neck while we're dancing under twinkling lights would help me concentrate on telling you that I love you too?” 

“Yeah.” He grinned and she realised. 

“Oh.” Her eyes fell to the tile beneath them, it had a dozen cracks in it but it was still pretty. “I guess it did.” She muttered as his fingers hooked under her jaw and lifted her head. 

He said her name like it was a mix of a curse and a promise. And then he leaned in. Breath soft against her skin. He smelt like champagne and peppermints with a splash of whatever cologne he wore. She was sure it was something in a little glass brown bottle that sat on his bathroom sink. 

“Did I mention in that letter how much I want to kiss you?” She felt each word on her lips. She nodded her head, accidently nudging her nose against his. “Good.” If he hadn't gone on and on about kissing every inch of her skin in that letter, she would know from the way he was kissing her now anyway. It wasn't desperate, they were still in a slightly crowded dance floor, but it was full of need and love, just like the love letter was. 

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Papa– me want more! *we all say in unison*

Rafe was obsessed with you, and he made sure you knew it every single day. Whether it was the way his lips trailed over your brown skin, murmuring how you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, or the way he’d look at you like you hung the moon. His words were always drenched in admiration.

“Do you even know how stunning you are?” he whispered, his hands gently running over the curve of your waist. “If you entered Miss Universe, it wouldn’t even be a competition. They’d hand you the crown on sight.”

You laughed softly, brushing your fingers through his buzzcut. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m honest,” he corrected, his lips moving to your jawline. “You’ve got the prettiest natural hair, the prettiest brown skin, and—” his hands slid down to rest on your hips—“a body so perfect it’s insane.”

His intensity always left you breathless. He worshiped every part of you, especially in moments like this.

Now, you found yourself beneath him, his weight pressing you into the plush mattress of his bedroom. The sounds of his family bustling downstairs didn’t seem to bother him one bit. If anything, it fueled him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his hands framing your face as his thumbs stroked your cheeks. “Do you have any idea how perfect you look right now?”

You couldn’t answer, not coherently anyway, not with the way his words made your skin tingle and your mind fog. And the way his cock was brushing against your cervix.

He smirked, leaning closer until his lips brushed against your ear. “Say it,” he demanded softly, his voice low and possessive. “Say you look pretty taking daddy’s cock.”

You whimpered, your hands gripping his shoulders. “I—I look so pretty taking daddy’s cock.”

“Damn right you do,” he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he caught your lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

Even with the Camerons downstairs, you were entirely wrapped up in him. Rafe Cameron had a way of making you forget the world existed, and in moments like these, he wanted everyone to hear how much he adored you.

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I’m gonna vomit stfu <3

King!Steve x his sweet girl (1k)

Steve still has his reputation, he’s still king Steve. But she doesn’t mind it, she doesn’t mind that everyone in town either hates him or is in love with him, she doesn’t mind that everyone rolled their eyes at her when she started dating him. To her, Steve Harrington is just her Stevie, he’s sweet and gives soft kisses, he holds her hand and opens doors for her. 

He gives her his jacket when she’s cold, and tells her to remember one next time, even though they both know she would forget again just to wear his clothes, and he lets her, he loves it actually. He loves that she wants to walk around town with his jacket on, with his arm thrown around her. He loves how she smiles after he kisses her in the middle of the street because she’s just so proud to call him hers. He’s trying to change people’s minds, she can see it, he wants people to know he’s changed, that he’s a better man but she doesn’t know that while he does it for himself he also wants to change people's minds for her, he doesn’t want anyone being unkind to her because of something stupid her boyfriend did in high school. He’s still a bit of a mean girl, it just slips out sometimes, she kind of likes it, she likes how he loves to gossip and how quick he is to defend her even when she doesn’t need it. She’ll trip over something and Steve will start glaring at it like the unalive object did it on purpose. 

That’s what people don’t see, they don’t see how silly he can be, how boyish he is, how he runs around the back garden with his dog, how he lays on the kitchen floor for hours playing with her cat, how he takes her hand and pulls her to bed every single night, how he makes her laugh and smile even after a bad day. They don’t see how sleepy he is in the mornings, how messy his hair gets, how he kisses her neck and drags his nose across her skin to wake her up. The first night he ever stayed over, she couldn’t understand how anyone could ever look at him and think he was anything but a puppy dog. He was so sweet to her that first time, extra careful with his hands, making sure she was okay, nothing like the rumours she had heard, he touched her like she was special, he hid his face in her neck and moaned her name so dreamily, he kissed her forehead after, he wasn’t this horrible boy he was made out to be. She told him that after a while, how he wasn’t like anyone said and Steve looked at her like she was his everything and she always would be. 

Dating King!Steve was going to parties and sitting in his lap, it was him asking her when they could go home even though everyone else thinks it’s the other way around. He liked going out, he liked sitting on the bed and watching her get ready, he liked telling her how pretty she was, he liked letting her put some glitter by his eyes, because then he got a kiss after. He didn’t like actually being there, he didn’t like the music or the fact that people completely ignored his girl. He liked it better when they went to the movies together, when they had a picnic in the spring, when they went to the lake in the summer, when they drove around town aimlessly because they couldn’t sleep. She liked the last one best. No one else was around in the middle of the night, everyone was home in bed like they should’ve been, Hawkins was so quiet at night and she loved his car, she liked that he let her mess with the radio, that he let her put her feet up on his passenger seat, but he preferred when she had her ankles resting in his lap. 

He’s such a touchy boyfriend, he hates when he can’t have his hand on her thigh, when he can’t hold her face as he kisses her, when he can’t hug her at night. “You can’t be touching me all the time Stevie.” She tries to explain to him, but he doesn't agree so mean Steve pouts, “Why not? I love you, I wanna love on you too.” He’s turned into a complete fool in their relationship, but he’s her fool and no one else’s. He’s her sickly sweet boyfriend who runs around the car to get her door, who gets her to call him when she gets home safe or else he’ll panic, who gets her flowers, because yes Steve Harrington gets his girl flowers all the damn time, he spoils her every single day without question and he doesn’t care how that makes him look. He’s not someone who's easily embarrassed so he will stand outside her house with flowers and a soft smile when he’s picking her up on a normal Thursday afternoon. 

He jokes a lot about his reputation, about how he’s ruined hers, he says he’s a bad influence on her at the same time as they’re making cookies in the kitchen. He says she’ll never come back from dating him, her reputation wrecked and she just smiles and says she knows, reaching up to kiss his cheek because while he is just kidding around, there’s some worry there too.  She thinks it’s sweet how much he worries about her, she thinks it’s cute how he says he's corrupted her minutes after telling her not to read her book without him reading it over her shoulder because it’s getting good now. It’s strange when her boyfriends being whispered about in the store for getting into fights which he hasn’t since school but everyone just presumes it’s him, when she knows last night she was calling him Stevie and making out on the sofa. It makes her laugh a little, and then he comes over, he went off to get something from the list, and he’s so confused why his girl’s giggling and why there’s two people staring at them. “What?” “Nothing, you just got into a really bad fight last night.” “Oh, I did?” “Mhm.” “Better get me home before it happens again then." He presses a kiss to her cheek as he throws his arm around her. "It’s funny, I thought I spent last night making popcorn and kissing you.”

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