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i hope you write (i hope we both write)

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Endless Gifs of Steve Harrington (106/?) Stranger Things • 2.06 The Spy

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you’ll be happy to know that I said “plans be damned” and started writing this

but alas now I do actually have to get back to my plans

toying with a story idea with a sick steve who’s just kinda needy and cute and it’s all fluff but alas I have plans all weekend and I worry I won’t get to it for a while

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WAIT! i have zero memory of making this post on main a million years ago, but i stand by it

Reasons I relate to Steve Harrington:

1. Literal diaster 2. Good hair

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warm ways (18+)

day 2 of the august writing challenge [link]

today’s word: sandcastle

contents: a very found family vacation 🤍; steve x reader; gender unspecified reader; reader with a vagina; sweet and whiny and needy steve who fucks you very nicely <3; shower sex!!

“come on,” steve whines, sitting behind you.

his body’s hot, chest pressed against your back. you’re sitting under an umbrella, but the sun is still scorching.

“no,” you repeat, filling your tiny bucket with sand. you know you look pathetic, but you don’t quite care. “i told dustin i would make a better sandcastle than him. this is serious shit, steve.”

he scoffs behind you and throws himself backwards dramatically, landing on the beach towel with a little oof!.

“we aren’t going to have sex here, anyway,” you continue absentmindedly, busy with ensuring that the sand you’ve just placed doesn’t crack. “gotta take me all the way back to the hotel for that.”

he groans and props himself up on his elbows.

“they have showers here! private showers. showers for you and me.”

you hum. “help me build this and i might consider maybe going with you.”

an hour later, your sandcastle looks like shit. you would go so far as to say that steve was sabotaging you. touching you where he shouldn’t have, whispering in your ear what to do. like he knew. which he definitely didn’t. but his tone worked on you enough to make you hurry and ruin your progress.

now, you’re caught between steve and the wall of the shower stall, cool water dripping over you while steve ruts into your warm cunt.

it’s incredible. you can’t get away from him and it feels so good. you have to take whatever he wants to give you, which happens to be sweet, but very needy, sex.

“no marks,” you rasp, breaking through your haze when you realize his lips have been on your neck way too long.

steve mouths at your collarbone, rutting in and out of you. deep. hard. “like they don’t know what we’re doing in here.”

his fingers swipe over your clit and you moan, louder than you should.

steve chuckles. “you’re worried about hickeys while moaning like that.”

“can’t help it,” you pant, “feels so good.”

water drips down his face and plasters his hair to his forehead. one strong arm cages you in. you want to sink your teeth into his biceps.

“you feel so good. jesus, i love you.”

you clench down on him, a string tightening in your lower stomach. “love you, i love you, please —!”

and steve’s such a giver. pounds into you a little harder, makes you scared that you’ll slip from his thrusts. he keeps his lips on yours to seal any moans you try to whimper out.

you cum first. always. then steve pulls out, jerks his slick cock off with his hand, and groans deep while spilling over your stomach.

you take a moment to catch your breath. steve kindly helps clean you up, hands gently caressing you before pulling your swim bottoms back up. he tucks himself into his trunks, and you both step out into the hot air again.

“christ, can we go back in?” you murmur. “too goddamn hot out here.”

“you want a round two?”

you roll your eyes, though your pussy is totally convinced. “that’s not what i’m sayi—“

you almost collide with robin as she rounds the corner, hidden by tall grass and the side of the building. she scoffs immediately.

“you two are sick,” she groans, stomping past you. then she turns back around swiftly. “can you at least tell me which stall it was so that i don’t go in the same one?!”

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JOE KEERY as Steve Harrington in STRANGER THINGS 4 S04E09 | “The Piggyback”

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toying with a story idea with a sick steve who’s just kinda needy and cute and it’s all fluff but alas I have plans all weekend and I worry I won’t get to it for a while

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chilling

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Endless Gifs of Dustin Henderson (7/?) Stranger Things • 4.01 The Hellfire Club

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Endless Gifs of Steve Harrington (105/?) Stranger Things • 4.01 The Hellfire Club

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build me up (18+)

day one of the august writing challenge [link]

today’s word: clandestine

contains: steve x reader; reader with a vagina and breasts; reader is referred to as ‘good girl’; more suggestive than outright smut; soft sweet angel steve and soft sweet angel reader 🫶🏻

you don’t really care if it’s a secret or not.

not when steve’s hands are on you like this. grip gentle, but firm, thumbs softly caressing your hips. his auburn eyes look at you like you’re the world - glowing, shining, so soft and sweet.

he’s left pretty little marks on your neck. breathed praise into your ear while he did it.

so beautiful, baby.

want to do this forever.

you’re my girl.

the clandestine nature of your meetings seems pointless. but it’s fun, too. you like sneaking around. you like looking at robin like she’s insane when she insists she knows something is going on. you like driving steve crazy by ignoring him around your friends.

you love it when he finally gets ahold of you.

even when he’s jealous, he’s sweet. always so sweet. nibbles on your ear, fingertips running over your perked nipples, telling you how much you torture him. there’s always an amused lilt to his voice. it puts you at ease as you rock back and forth on his lap, enveloped in the smell of him, the softness of his sheets, and his hands.

christ, his hands. so big and strong. they feel good wherever they touch you. and he loves to touch you. loves to run his nimble fingers up your thigh at parties. loves to push them nice and slow and deep inside of you, watching you keen and arch and sigh.

he’s so good to you.

“steve,” you whisper against his lips. you’ve kissed so much that they actually hurt.

“what’s wrong?”

you laugh breathlessly. “nothing.”

your hands cup his cheeks and your thumb runs over his cheekbones. you can’t stop looking at him.

“don’t look at me like that,” he says softly.

“like what?”

he pauses, eyes searching yours, then shakes his head and scoffs like he’s being dumb.

“like you care about me.”

you smile slowly.

“maybe i do.”

you hear his breath hitch, and all of his movements stop. he stares, then shakes his head again. his cheeks are pink. there’s tension between you that you haven’t quite felt before.

“do you?”

“of course i do,” you coo, kissing his forehead. “care about you more than most.”

a pause.

“i really like you, steve.”

he nods slowly, then grins. “so, can i be, like, your secret boyfriend, then?”

you play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “secret is fun, but i think i’d like being yours more.”

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EL HOPPER & MAX MAYFIELD Stranger Things — Season 4 Chapter Nine: The Piggyback

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(Late to) steddie summer! ☀️♥️

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Helpppp, whose blood is that??!!

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Chapter Three: The Case of the Missing Lifeguard → STRANGER THINGS • SEASON THREE

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catch me crying in the club (my kitchen) over this! thank you for your kindness and love syl 🖤🖤🖤

what's a kiss between friends?

Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Maybe kissing your best friend isn't the best thing to get you out of a sticky situation

a/n: Literally when was the last time I wrote anything?! I don't know what this is but I'm glad my brain let me write again after so long. Haven't read it over but putting it out into the world. Thanks friends <3

You can’t help but let out a low groan as you roll over to check your alarm clock for what feels like the 100th time that night. 3:06am, just perfect. It's not like you were looking forward to sleeping at all tonight. Finally, conceding that sleep won’t be happening anytime soon, you pull yourself out of bed and make your way to the kitchen for a glass of water, hopeful it can wash away the lump that’s been a permanent fixture in your throat for the last week. Of course that would only make things too easy and finding no relief at the bottom of your glass you’re forced to confront the harsh reality that you’ve royally fucked up the only good friendship you’ve had in years. 

The idea of crawling back into bed with only your thoughts to keep you company is too much to handle so instead you leave the now empty glass on the counter and find your way to your couch. Sitting down with a thump you do the only thing worth doing at this point. You grab one of the throw pillows and let out a scream, channeling all your frustration and annoyance into the night air. It doesn’t fix the problem but you can feel your shoulders relax ever so slightly. It’s not as comfortable as your bed but with fresh water in your system, some type of release, and your body’s physical need for sleep you find yourself drifting off to sleep. But not before you can go over the memory of a week ago one final time. 

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It wasn’t that you hated parties, it was just that you hated this party. A house filled with people you really didn’t know, the music a touch too loud, and this absolute douchebag who would not leave you alone. This was the perfect storm that you were desperately trying to get out of. You thought you’d lost this guy in the crowd but glancing over your shoulder you can see him approaching you, again. It’s in that moment you make a decision, downing your drink and pushing through the sea of people back to the kitchen where you last saw Steve. 

When you finally get to him you’re thankful he's alone, not sure you’d be able to live with yourself if anyone else heard what was about to come out of your mouth.Tapping on his shoulder he barely has time to turn around before the words come tumbling out of your mouth. 

“Kiss me!” You’ve never seen Steve Harrington look so shocked at the idea of kissing someone but his eyes bulge and he starts choking on his drink. 

All he can do is shake his head, trying to figure out if he heard you correctly or if he’s gone completely insane. He grabs your shoulders, locking his gaze with yours, “Are you drunk?” it’s all he can manage to get out before you’re swatting his hands off your shoulders.

“No I’m not -” “You haven't been gone that long, how much could you have drank?

“Steve I’m not -” 

“I’m flattered but -” “Steve, would you shut the hell up! This guy,” you glance over your shoulder nodding to the incoming asshole who wouldn’t leave you alone, “hasn’t left me alone all night, he won’t take no for an answer. I even told him I was seeing someone and that wasn’t enough. You’re the only person I know at this party. Now would you shut up, help me out, and just kiss me already!”

It comes out jumbled and fast but Steve gets the gist. He takes another look over your shoulder, making sure the guy following you is in view before he makes his next move. With one hand he cups your cheek, gently nudging your face up and toward his. It’s in this exact moment as your eyes lock that you’ve realized the mistake you’re about to make but it’s too little too late, and besides what’s one kiss between friends?

It happens in an instant, lips colliding, eyes fluttering shut. Steve puts his other hand on your hip pulling you ever so closer to his body. You can’t help it when your hands find themselves on his chest, or when one arm snakes behind his head allowing you to play with the strands of his hair. You wish you didn’t like how pillowy soft his lips felt on yours, or how the smell of his cologne and hair spray overwhelmed your senses. It was a scent that was entirely Steve, and it made your knees weak. 

As quickly as it began the kiss ended, both of you pulling apart as Steve looked past you glaring at the man who had stopped fully in his tracks the moment he saw you and Steve attached by the face. He has a look on his face like he’s finally realized you aren't interested in him and he turns quickly to leave the kitchen. You miss all of this as you can’t pull your gaze away from Steve, your eyes widening as you realize you don’t hate what’s just occurred. It’s Steve’s small chuckle that finally pulls you back to the moment.

“Well that certainly wasn’t something I expected to happen toni-”

“I have to go,” it’s all you can manage to get out before you’re running out of the house and hauling ass back to your apartment.

Once you’re in the safety of your own home you keep running through the events of the night, trying to sort through your feelings. So what if you and Steve kissed, it didn’t mean anything and you were best friends that didn’t have to change. But your lips felt like they were on fire, and you were forced to confront the fact that maybe your feelings for Steve went beyond friendship. It was all too much, he was your Steve and you were sure that he didn’t feel that way about you but you couldn’t lose him, so you made the only decision you could. Avoid Steve at all costs until your stupid heart could get itself in check.  ————————————————–

When you wake up the next day you’re not sure if the banging in your head is from a week of crappy sleeps, or the fact that now the memories of the party were infiltrating your dreams. It takes you a moment to realize it’s neither, and the banging is coming from the front door of your apartment. Stumbling over to your door you manage to let out a gruff, “yeah yeah I’m coming” before looking through the peephole to see who has managed to interrupt your sleep. 

The lump that was in your throat last night returns in full force as you recognize the mop of hair on the other side of your door. You let out a breath before turning to try and make your way back to your couch, hoping you can avoid the fact that Steve is right outside. You make it 2 steps before you hear a muffled, “I can hear you shuffling around in there. Please stop avoiding me, I just want to talk.” Unsure if your decision is fueled by your heart aching to talk to your best friend again, or the fact that Steve sounds like he’s slept as little as you over the last week but something leads you to open your door, and usher him into the apartment. 

An uncomfortable silence fills the living room as Steve finds his usual spot on your couch. It all feels so normal and so foreign all at once and you feel like you’re going to combust. You excuse yourself to get changed and brush your teeth but it’s really just an excuse to give you a few minutes to gather your thoughts. When you’ve had a few minutes to yourself you take a deep breath and emerge from your room, ready to see how badly you’ve damaged your friendship.

As soon as you leave your room you’re hit with the scent of fresh coffee and the sight of Steve sitting on your couch holding a steaming mug with both hands, eyes intently staring at your carpet. Without even looking up Steve clears his throat, and gestures to the other steaming mug on the coffee table. “Figured we wouldn’t get anywhere without some coffee. You’re usually pretty miserable in the morning without it.” That’s all it takes for the overwhelming feelings you've been trying to push down for a week to come flooding back. Of course Steve knows you’re useless without caffeine and would go out of his way to fumble around your kitchen to make some for you. It’s one of the endless reasons you hold a special place for him in your heart. He’s kind and considerate, and remembers your little quirks. All you can manage is a weak “thanks” before sitting down, looking everywhere but his direction.

“Are you okay? You look like shit, have you been sleeping?”

Silence.

“Robin said you’ve barely been speaking to her too.”

Silence. 

“I’m just… I’m just really confused because you asked me to kiss you and now you’re avoiding me and everyone else.”

Silence. 

“Can you at least tell me what I did wrong?”

That almost gets you, because all you want to do is wrap him in a hug and tell him it’s not him it’s you. You asked him to kiss you and sent yourself spiraling and now he’s all you can think about. And sure what’s a kiss between friends but you’re certain now these feelings go beyond friendship. Of course you can’t muster up the courage to say any of it so you just sit there, silent. 

“Fine. Just,” he lets out a long sigh and that finally pulls your eyes up towards him. You can see his jaw is tense, like he wants to yell but doesn’t want to hurt you, “just forget I even came over today.” As quick as he showed up at your apartment he’s heading toward the door, and it finally breaks you. 

“Steve!” you all but sob his name, finally letting out all of the overwhelming frustration you’ve been holding on to. You rush after him, grabbing his arm before he can open your door. “I’m sorry. It was shitty to ice you out like that. Robin too, she didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve it. I just, I’ve been going through a lot since we ya know? Kissed?” 

You’re not sure why it comes out as a question, it definitely happened and if you think about it too hard you can still feel his lips lingering on yours. He doesn’t say anything, just nods letting you know he’s waiting for you to continue. 

“Look, this is really fucking hard for me to say. When I asked you to kiss me I didn’t think anything of it. Really just thought it was one buddy helping another buddy out. But then… then you kissed me and it was like ‘WOW’ and it scared me. You’re my best friend and I shouldn't be thinking ‘WOW’ after kissing you, I probably shouldn’t be kissing you at all,” and just like that the floodgates break and you can’t stop yourself from getting everything out. “So I ran out, and I shut down because all I can think about now is you. And like not in a friendly way. Like ALL I can think about is kissing you again but if I do then what happens to our friendship? When did I start having these feelings for you?  Do you even want to kiss me again? I feel like I’m going insane!” 

You have to stop yourself, taking a big breath before the tears can start. Maybe you didn’t handle any of this well but you’ll be damned if you let Steve see you cry right now, that won’t fix anything. There’s a moment where you’re about to say more but before you can Steve lets out the smallest chuckle. All you can do is look at him in confusion because for all the times you ran through this scenario you definitely did not anticipate Steve laughing at you. It’s like he can read your thoughts on your face because before you can ask him not to laugh he’s pulling you into a hug.

“I’m not laughing at you, I promise. I’m just happy.”

“You’re happy that I’m going insane?”

“No! No. You’re not going insane. I’m just happy you want to kiss me again. At least I think you do, as cute as you are when you ramble it’s kind of hard to keep up with how fast you talk.” Stunned silence is all you can manage. “Look, it was easy to kiss you at that party. I’ve wanted to do that for years and I didn’t think you felt the same way so figured I would take my one shot. Then you ran off and I thought maybe I should have told you no. But for what it’s worth I don’t regret it.”

“Oh. Oh! Oh my god Steve! I’m an idiot,” and just like the weight that’s been holding you down for a week simply vanishes. “Are you saying this whole time you’ve been into me?”

“Yup.”

“And we could have been making out like this whole time?” “Yup.”

“Huh. Hey Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me?”

And this time when his lips meet yours you aren’t worried about what ifs, or what all your feelings could mean. You’re just worried about how long you can kiss him before your body starts reminding you that you haven’t eaten breakfast.