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[stevesmullet]

hello everyone! i know i’ve been offline for a long time, but something has come to my attention that i need to address.

if you’re one of my long time followers, you know that i’ve had a few joint accounts on this website with some of my friends. they’re a great way to keep an account active (assuming everyone posts on it).

however, one of the first stories posted on this blog (stevesmullet) was written by the co-owner of it. i will not name her, as she’s been blocked by me on all platforms.

she took a fic, almost word for word, and posted it as her own. she changed it up, but essentially it was exactly the same.

i was unaware that it was copied until january. she messaged me on tumblr and confessed that she found one that she liked and wanted to take credit for it.

the author of the original fic, @irndad reached out to me and let me know, as well as sent me the link to her original one, which i’ve reblogged. i ask that you all go reblog hers and boost it.

at the moment, i’m trying to figure out if any of the other fics that she posted were plagiarized. if anyone notices that it’s been copied or essentially ripped off from someone else’s that i’ve missed, please please please reach out to me and let me know.

and please go show love to the original author, she’s been incredibly kind to me and her writing is fantastic.

my apologies.

[stevesmullet]

strawberry lip gloss- s.h.

a/n: pining!steve is a baby and i hope you like him <3 also @stevesharrlngtons this is for u beeb 

summary: steve’s in love with his best friend, but doesn’t want to lose her because of his feelings, so he’s never gonna talk about it. except when he almost kissed her. there’s that. 

wc:1.6k

He knows he fucked up.

And he’s fucked up before, seems to be all he does when he’s in love with someone, but this one, this feels like a real fuck up. 

And it’s the worst thing in his life to fuck up, because having her in it- she’s the best. She’s his best friend, the other half of his heart, the person who finishes his sentences and knows what he needs to hear before he even knows he needs anything. 

She’s his best friend in every sense of the word, in every definition of the role, and if there’s anything he doesn’t want to do, it’s jeopardize her presence in her life.   

Which is exactly what got him here. 

It happened on a Friday, the same kind of Friday they always have. She’d picked him up from his shift at the mall and they’d gone back to his house, (big and empty and not alone because of her), and watched old tapes he had on hand.

It’s the best part of his week. She’d sometimes lean into him, and if she was feeling risky or if he’d pulled out his dad’s brandy for extra special days, she’d curl into him like that’s how all friends watch movies together. Shared blankets and loud laughter and too little space taken up on a too big couch. 

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[stevesmullet]

hiii<3 just wanted to say that I LOVE your stories, and hope that you have a lovely day🌷

oh my god thank u so much!!! i hope your day is going beautifully 🥰

[stevesmullet]

hey! ur first request (i think). i was wondering if  u could  do  like  a  modern  day  au  where  steve  and  the  reader  are  trapped  in  the  house  during  covid  and  she  cuts  his  hair  and  fucks  it  up ?  thanks!

⤷   pairing: steve harrington x reader

⤷    pov: first person

⤷   word count: 392

⤷   warnings: none

⤷   it is my first request! i love this idea btw 🥺

⤷   masterlist (requests are open)

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“you’re sure you trust me with this?” you asked, scissors in hand.

“how bad could it be? it’s just a haircut.”

“just making sure.”

you were in your bathroom with steve in a chair in front of you, a towel wrapped around the back of his neck and draped over his shoulders. you faced the mirror while he was turned toward you, and his hair was wet.

“if i fuck it up, you can’t get mad at me.” your tone was ridiculously serious, but you knew how much he loved his hair.

“just do it.”

you sighed, snipping some hair and watching it fall to the floor.

“no going back now, i guess.”

the tool in your hands snipped away as you chopped half an inch from the brown locks you’d grown to treasure.

you’d gotten so into it and focused that you hadn’t even noticed how choppy it was. when you cut the last piece, you stepped back to look and your eyes went wide.

it was bad. worse than you could’ve imagined. in some places it was long, and in some places he was damn near bald. and apparently your body language gave it away.

“what? is it bad?” he asked, turning to look at his reflection.

neither of you said anything for a few seconds.

“i told you you can’t get mad at me,” you said quickly, putting the scissors down.

“uh... it’s good,” he lied. “it looks good.”

“no, it doesn’t.”

“no, it’s not bad. really.”

“you don’t have to lie to me, steve. i know it’s bad.”

his expression faltered and you made eye contact through the mirror.

“yeah, it’s bad.”

“should we buzz it?”

“no,” he said quickly. “it’s not like we’re gonna be leaving the house anytime soon, it’ll grow back out even.”

“that’s just even more reason to shave it.” he gave you a death glare in the mirror. “what? i’ve always been curious to know how you look bald.”

“hell no.” he stood up and ruffled the towel through his hair before kissing you. “we may be in lockdown but we don’t need to go crazy.”

you rolled your eyes. “i guess.” you looked at his hair one more time and laughed. “it would look way better than that mess.”

“you’re not gonna convince me to shave it.”

you shrugged. “worth a try.”

[stevesmullet]

i’ll use you as a focal point

⤷   pairing: steve harrington x reader

⤷    pov: first person

⤷   word count: 535

⤷   warnings: none

⤷   masterlist (requests are open)

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steve’s mental health had declined since starcourt. the panic attacks and nightmares had grown more frequent as a result of the ptsd, and bringing him back into reality could be a challenge.

but the worst panic attack since july fourth was the first night he was back home. he shot out of bed at four in the morning, sweating and gasping for air. he stumbled into the bathroom and collapsed on the floor, curling into a ball.

he’d managed to grab the phone on the wall above the counter before hitting the floor and dial your number. he’d struggled to get out enough words to ask you to come over, and you immediately jumped out of bed and got in your car.

you had to be going at least twenty over the speed limit, but you didn’t exactly care.

when you got there, you used your key to unlock the front door and you sprinted upstairs, finding him on the cool floor, still in a ball.

you’d dealt with a couple panic attacks with him before, mostly because of his dad, or his friends, or some shitty thing he did during high school. so you knew how to get him back down to earth.

you got down on your knees and helped him into a seated position, his back against the cabinets. you had him place his head between his knees and his hands on the back of his head and take deep breaths, and you soaked a rag in cool water to place on the back of his neck.

it took a few minutes, but he was eventually back to normal, looking up at you with puffy eyes. you wiped his cheeks with your thumbs and gave him a soft smile, trying to avoid touching the bruises and cuts on his face.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, wiping his nose with the back of his wrist.

“why?”

he shook his head. “it’s late. i didn’t mean to freak you out.”

you pushed his hair out of his face and sat all the way down, gripping his hands.

“you’d do the same for me.”

“still.”

“steve, honey, you don’t ever have to apologize for this. you could’ve died. that would give me panic attacks too.” he didn’t answer, and you kept you eyes on him. “can i ask you something?” he nodded. “what do you think about? to stop panicking.”

“you.”

you raised your eyebrows. “me?”

he nodded. “i just... i think about us and our relationship, and it makes me feel safe. you make me feel safe.”

you smiled at the idea of you being his comfort person and safety, and you pulled his hand up to your lips, kissing the back of it.

he smirked half-heartedly, squeezing your hands. “thanks for coming over.”

“no worries.” you looked over his face, which was sweaty and red. “wanna take a shower? i don’t have to go to work for another couple of hours.”

his smile grew into a genuine one at your offer. “that sounds nice.”

standing in the shower together, you helped him wash his hair and clean his injuries, a dopey look plastered on his face. before you went to turn the water off, he pulled you into a sloppy, sweet kiss.

“thank you,” he whispered just loud enough to hear over the water running.

you kissed him again in response, smiling into it. “you’re welcome. let’s get you dry and back to bed, yeah?”

you’d never seen someone fall asleep so quickly. he always got drowsy after his panic attacks, and you knew he was still exhausted.

before you left, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead and listened to him snore.  

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˚₊✩‧₊  masterlist  ₊‧✩₊˚

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STRANGER THINGS

i did it because i love you

i’ll use you as a focal point

the flowers are for you

it’s just a haircut

[stevesmullet]

i did it because i love you

⤷   pairing: steve harrington x reader

⤷    pov: first person

⤷   word count: 692

⤷   warnings: none

⤷   masterlist (requests are open)

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bouncing your leg, you sighed to yourself as you did your best to complete your homework, even though you couldn't really focus on it. on top of the incredibly loud storm that was happening outside, drama had encased your life for the good part of a week.

you might be beyond pissed off, but that wouldn't stop you from getting good grades. especially during your senior year.

the reason behind your anger was complicated. you knew you shouldn't be so upset, but you were. you were the maddest you'd been in your entire life, all thanks to steve harrington.

was he your best friend? absolutely. was he pissing you off? absolutely. he'd never really made you angry before, but tonight was different.

as much as you loved him, there were certain aspects of his personality you really, really hated. and you found out a new one tonight.

radio silence. complete and utter silence. you had no idea why, either. you guessed that part of him not currently speaking to you included why he wasn’t speaking to you.

you weren’t sure if you’d done something wrong, or worse. you were terrified that he’d found out you were in love with him, and it drove him away. after all, you hadn’t been friends for very long — less than a year.

you heard a loud banging from downstairs, but you just assumed it was the storm knocking a tree against your house. but, a moment later, you heard it again.

you wondered who the hell was out so late, especially in pouring down rain. you sighed and got to your feet, practically running down the stairs. unlocking the knob and deadbolt, you pulled the door ajar, only to see the face you hoped you wouldn’t.

a soaking wet steve stood on your porch, his hair stuck to his forehead. you rolled your eyes and went to close the door when his hand stopped you.

“i know you’re pissed at me-”

“m-hm.”

“and you have a right to be.”

“yep.”

“but just... hear me out, okay?”

“why? why should i listen to anything you say? i haven’t heard from you in days and now you show up in the middle of the night to talk to me?”

“please, y/n, just listen to what i have to say.” crossing your arms, you raised your eyebrows to tell him to go ahead. “i-i have a hard time with... emotions. how i feel... it’s not easy for me to process and communicate. i never really learned how to tell people what i think about them, and even with nancy it took me a long time to tell her how i felt-”

“why are you bringing up nancy? i don’t want you to talk to me about nancy after you ditch me.”

“i did it because i love you,” he sputtered, surprising you. you raised an eyebrow at his remark and took a deep breath.

“what?”

“i-i love you. like, as more than a friend. and i panicked. the last girl i was in love with broke my heart and told me she didn’t love me. and i... i don’t want to fall in love with someone just for that to happen again.”

“steve, if you think for one second i would do that to you, you don’t know me at all.”

you could sense he felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, and he let out a relieved sigh. in a split second, you stepped outside and pulled him into a kiss, and his hands flew to your sides. he folded his arms around you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

you could feel the rain hitting your body and hair, but in the moment, you didn’t care. all you cared about was his lips against your lips, his arms around you, and the love that enveloped you.

when you pulled away, neither of you opened your eyes for a few seconds.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted you to do that,” you whispered just loud enough for him to hear you.

“and you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that.”