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[angelicblondie]

bsf!reader x steve harringon

synopsis: in the midst of everything going on with vecna, you and the others take shelter in steves house. you find him in the middle of the night, and you both seek comfort in each other.

content: angst, pining, comfort, best friends in love

your not sure what woke you, but you woke with a start.

thats how you woke most days, recently. a shadow in the corner of the room, a chill on the back of your spine, a dream with a faceless figure but a voice ever so chilling - all things you had depressingly become more accustomed to.

your eyes flutter open as you look at the familiar pattern of steves bedroom wall across from you, the moon and stars pouring in from the windows being the only source of light.

you and steve had been best friends since middle school. you had moved to hawkins in 6th grade, and he pretty much instantly became your partner in crime. you remembered how scared you were, it was the first day at a new school in a new town, where you didn't know anyone. but steve offered to show you around, and although you were shy and he had to carry most of the conversation, you remember thinking that he was going to be you favorite person in the world.

from then on the two of you were attached at the hip. steve introduced you to his other friends, and although you got along really well with all of them, it was safe to say he continued to be the one you were closest with. he was initially teased for his close relationship to you, given it wasn't exactly normalized for boys and girls to be friends back then. eventually though, people began to realize that there wasnt yet anything romantic there, though the teases never fully died down - some people just never really fell for it.

you let out a deep sigh as your hand reaches out to the side only to feel the cold of the sheets next to you. your head turns, looking at the empty other side of the bed as your brows twitch in confusion. you push yourself up on bed, the sheets pooling at your waist as you slide your feet to the ground.

you walk downstairs as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake the others. you knew how precious the little amount of sleep you all got these days, so you tried your best not to disturb it. you cautiously padded down the stairs, the soft tune of a piano becoming more and more prominent the closer you got downstairs. your confusion and curiousness led you closer to the soft and simple melody.

you round a corner and see steve sitting at a wood piano. you had once asked him about it, and he said that it was his grandmas, and it was a gift for his mom. you had never seen it been used, though - steves parents were hardly around, and even if they were, they were pretty busy people - they probably didn't have time to ever put it to use.

his fingers pressed softly against the keys, his brows pinched in concentration. you stood at the entrance for a moment, simply watching him. watching as he every now and then he fumbled with the notes, watching as his eyes raked across the keys as his fingers moved over them.

steve had felt your presence, yet he continued to play, his eyes flicking over to you once. once you realize he's noticed you, you start to walk over to the piano, sitting down next to him on the stool.

your head falls to his shoulder without you even realizing it, and you let out a long sign. "since when do you play?" you ask, your voice soft and barely above a whisper.

he shrugged. "mom made me take lessons in like, 4th grade. hated it, but clearly i picked up a little", he confesses, his voice low.

you hum, nudging your cheek against his shoulder. "i sometimes forget i haven't known you forever," you mumble, and his fingers slow their movements. he hummed back. "yeah, i know what you mean."

you sit in silence for a while, eyes transfixed by steves hands across the keys. words forever unsaid floated between you - thoughts not dared to be thought of pushing their way through the vulnerability of the moment. you felt weak enough to let them peak out, but you were too suborn to let them out fully.

"what're you doing up?" he finally asks, his head tilting to the side a little to try and get a view of you face.

you shrug. "what are you doing up?" you fire back knowingly.

steves lips tilt up a bit. "touché," he mumbles, his knee knocking yours. the action causes you to smile as well, relishing in the rare moment of peace.

you hum. the two of you go silent again for a moment before you speak up. "sometimes," you trail off, trying to find the right words. "sometimes i'm worried nothing is every going to feel normal again," you say the words in a whisper, almost as if your worried saying them out loud makes them more real.

steve processes your words for a moment. "honestly? things will probably never feel the way they used to," he says quietly.

steve notices your silence and adds on. "i just mean..." he sighs. "i mean, look at everything we've all been through. as much as i hate to say it, that shit sticks with you."

you furrow your brows, sitting up straight to look at him. "so what, i'm just going to feel this way forever?"

"f'course not, angel," steve says, his own brows narrowing. "your not going to feel this way forever. things will get better. they just..." he pauses. "probably wont ever feel the same."

you pout a bit, your head falling on his shoulder again. "how do you know?"

steve hums. "know what?" he asks.

"that things will get better," you clarify, voice muffled by his shoulder.

steve smirks a bit, a familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. "what, you think im going to let you go through this alone?" he scoffs. "please, honey, you couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

you let out a soft laugh. "believe me, i know," you tease.

steve scoffs, playfully pushing you away, heart racing when he hears the familiar yet these days, rare sound of your laughter. "m'kidding, dork," your murmur, knees pulling up as you hug them to your chest. you rest you cheek on them as you gaze at him from your position there, a lazy smile adorning your face. steve mimics you, his hand reaching out to tame your hair.

you hum. "what would i do without you?"

he shrugs. "probably would've been eaten by the demagorgon or some shit by now, i dunno," he teases.

your smile grows. "m'serious, stevie," you roll your eyes. "can't imagine all of this craziness without you."

steves smile turns more soft and genuine. "yeah," he almost whispers. "yeah i couldn't either."

you sit in silence for a moment, just looking at each other in quiet appreciation. the dimly lighted room illuminated just enough to see the other persons expression, and in each other you saw nothing short of admiration and adoration.

moments like these you knew a life with steve would be easy. moments like these you allow yourself to think it - even for just a moment, even though you know you'll banish the thought as soon as the moment is over. moments like these you can picture it. lazy mornings in bed, reading to each other in the backyard, talking about nothing and everything at the same time - it feels so real you can see it. you can taste it.

and you can see is run through steves mind as well. you can see the thoughts as they pass across his eyes, as they glaze over for him to daydream about it. about the life that could so easily be yours.

except its never really that simple, is it?

steves voice breaks the both of you out of your daydreams. "we should try to get some sleep, hey?" he says, his voice holding a hint of hesitance. "big day tomorrow, with all this vecna shit."

you nod into your knees but don't budge. "mhm."

steve sighs and stands up, reaching his hand down to you. "cmon," he urges. you can never really say no to him, so you reach up and take hold of his hand.

he pulls you up and drags you upstairs in silence. you leave all of it downstairs. you always do.

but when steve sits down on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head and pulling you down next to him, the thought unsurprisingly peaks through.

you face away from him, from it, and turn back to face the windows. steve wraps his arms around you, and for a moment, your mind thankfully goes quiet.

no more thoughts of vecna, no more thoughts of the terrifying future. just the warmth of steves breath and the security of his arms.

a/n eeeeek first steve fic 🫣

[ophernelia]

late night whole foods run with a very sleepy imogen & lou.

lykaia playlist | recent episode

🍒 lou | noru's baseball cap, rona-sims' shirt, cascarano's shorts, charonlee's shoes, fukkiemon's earrings, johnny sims' hair, praline necklace

🍒 imogen | simstrouble's hair, simgirlz' messenger bag, dogangje's t-shirt, kikovanity's shorts, deliciousthing's shoes

~ thank you to all the cc creators!

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[harrykim]

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[jebiknights]

Star Wars fandom is so bonkers. WDYM there's a survivor of civil war whos main political platform is "what if we not only stopped killing people but we also stopped glorifying violence" and fandom hated it so much because it fucked up their "noble warrior" aesthetics and so started lying about her committing cultural genocide in order to justify hating her.

[warmfuzzyanimal]

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[nordidia]

fuck it, autism projection. i fucking love kissing my friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[389]

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[bylrndgm]

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[girbirty]

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i uhhhh,,,, gave him high heels >:3

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actually im still hung up on this ‘the terror if they had bear spray’ concept.

modern au in which silna is a backcountry ranger who has one REALLY bad season, during which she keeps getting called out to rescue these guys from getting lost in ice caves / falling off mountains / not carrying bear spray and having bear encounters / actually carrying bear spray but only ever succeeding in macing themselves (despite never having a bear encounter).

none of them have backcountry experience. none of them know any sort of bear safety. they’re storing food in their tents. somebody in one group lost their pack fording a river and now they’re short on food and completely mapless. first documented park visitor encounter with a polar bear and it’s eight guys from britain on a work team-building retreat. graham gore fucking died. the paperwork is going to be a nightmare. she’s so tired.