#harrington

[ask-dcf]

Well, Harrington, that's really all we have separating us from freaks like you. Hope for a better day. That perhaps; light and shadow can intermingle as allies; and not enemies. Abandon the path you walk, for it leads to ruin.

*Communication cuts… It’s time to return to the kids…for things are getting… stressful for them…*

(14/14)

[sleepyangelkami]

TOUCH STARVED s.harrington

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 2.5K

STEVE HARRINGTON X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - you were too shy to speak up for what you wanted, even to your boyfriend for something so simple. fortunately for you, he always seem to know exactly what you need.

 ☆ WARNINGS - mention of pussy whipped, reader has hair, light insecurity, (1) use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

walking into family video, steve swore he'd never seen such a glum face.

your expression was saddened, not enough to look upset over something but just enough to tell steve what kind of day you'd been having. and believe me, he'd had his fair share of these kind of days.

"you doofus, that's not how you do it." robin argued, as she always was. nothing steve could do for her ever deemed to be the 'right way' however, before he could give back a snappy argument, he snapped his head towards you, the bells of the store giving a quick ring.

robin looked up confused as she received no snarky comeback before glancing towards you. she could have rolled her eyes, how pussy-whipped was this guy? "hey, y/n." she greeted first, watching as steve stepped away from the counter.

"hi, rob." you gave her a sweet, almost shy smile, she returned it in full. robin was very well used to you getting in these little moods, sort of where you shy into yourself. she'd never mentioned it, though, sort of assuming that was just how you were.

"hey, honey." steve was by your side in an instant, snatching up your bag from you so he could hold it. the sight of him had you leaning into him, almost fluttering your eyes shut. a sudden overwhelming feeling of tiredness fell over you. "you okay?"

he was craning his neck to look at you, you merely nodded. "tired." you answered before making your way behind the counter with him.

technically, you shouldn't be behind the counter and if keith were here, he'd surely have something to say about it. but he wasn't.

family video was having one of them slow days that consisted in hardly five customers an hour while steve and robin argued relentlessly on working the stupid computer that had been around way too long for anyone's liking.

you sat on one of the chairs with steve's arm around you. for as long as you could remember, he'd always been like this. touchy.

and truthfully? you were thankful. some days, all you needed was his touch and you didn't even have to ask, merely hold out a hand shyly and it was in yours. but on days like this, even an arm constantly around your shoulder wasn't enough.

your fingers had trailed up to mess with his. his large hand was relatively big in yours, you could lean against his shoulder all the while. in all of this, you could have fallen asleep.

though, that deemed hard with robin and steve's constant arguing. "you idiot!" steve yelled, pushing buttons at the computer and sort of dragging you as he did so. "you're gonna break it!"

"and what if i did?" she argued back. "not like it's worth anything." she would have kicked the computer, had she been right. unfortunately, the computer was worth something, her job.

steve sat himself back on the chair with a scowl before glancing to you.

even the mere sight of you was always enough to calm him down.

"sorry." he mumbled, knowing he was disturbing whatever peace you were getting. you merely waved him off before going back to playing with his fingers.

a couple more customers came in and fled all the same, renting movies that robin and steve would then gossip about as soon as they'd leave the store. oh yeah, horrible movie. i heard the sequels even worse!

it was best for you to leave them do this.

and by seven, it was time to lock up. you stood outside, waiting for steve who was using the key to pull down the store gate.

robin's head came out from underneath, holding her satchel bag. "night guys!" she called after you without turning around. she didn't even have a drivers license so you weren't entirely sure how she was getting home. nonetheless, you'd learned that it was better not to question robin.

"night!" steve called back before turning to you and rolling his eyes. "that girl." he only shook his head and shut his eyes, concealing his obvious irritation towards his best friend.

you only grinned back sheepishly, knowing they despised yet loved one another dearly.

it wasn't until you were sat in the passenger seat of his car, gazing out the window while your hands fiddled with his fingers that sat atop your thigh that he noticed something was wrong. earlier, you'd shrugged it off as mere tiredness and he supposed he believed you.

the night sky was dark and the hot air coming from the car was enough to lull anyone to sleep. yet still, he had a gnawing feeling that you weren't telling him the whole truth.

you weren't a liar, no. steve would say you were many things, never a liar.

however, you had the tendency to hide things from him. not overly important things like seeing someone else or something or other. you just had the tendency to not speak much about your feelings unless directly asked. you'd shy away and sheepishly shrug, not wanting to bother him.

you always had that fear of burdening him.

as the relationship progressed, he noticed this. he too had the fear of burdening. but slowly, you both began to break out of your shells. him undeniably much faster than you.

the stillness of his house told you it was home. the porch lights were on as he led you inside, hand on the small of your back. a couple lights were left on in the house too.

not the large, centre lights.

the warm lamps illuminating the entire house in a cozy aura.

you weren't too sure how you moved from the door to the couch so quickly. nonetheless, you relaxed into the material as the sound of you and steve's show began to play. a new episode every week. it was a ritual in the harrington house. and by that, i mean just you and him.

steve didn't miss the glances you kept shooting him. whether intentional or not, he could see from the corner of his eye, your head move to look at him and suddenly look back at the screen before he could catch you.

when he did, though, he caught exactly what he needed.

you were looking at him all doey, presumably tired however there was something else in your eye, something that gave you completely away.

a longing.

suddenly, everything clicked.

there was a reason you'd been leaning into him so much today, following him around silently like a lost puppy dog. not that he minded, no, he never minded. but he knew something had been wrong and that you didn't think you had voice enough to speak on it.

"what's wrong with you, huh?" he nudged you, voice ever so gentle. though he knew what you wanted, he sort of wanted you to tell him. "been quiet all day."

you leaned your head against the back of the couch, eyes travelling over his pretty features. and he looked especially pretty in the dim lighting of the enormous living room. "'m always quiet." you countered.

in a way, you were far from wrong. more often than not, steve would have to beg you to speak to more people, try get out there because he knew you wanted to. once again, you feared your voice was much too small. "fair point. but you're more quieter today."

you pursed your lips at him. "just quieter." he hummed in confusion. "it's just 'quieter', more quieter isn't the right grammer."

a roll of his eyes was paired with a pretty grin. "see? there's my smart girl. where was she all day, hm? head cloudy?"

truthfully, you didn't know what was wrong. everything just felt so off, all day you'd wanted to be surrounded by him. his embrace, his words, his scent, his everything. and that was becoming a little too much when the cruel world reminded you that it was, in fact, impossible to morph into another human being by hugging them hard enough. "i don' know." you shrugged, voice sort of small.

but steve had been in the game much longer than you.

it started with the simple feeling of his fingers tracing against your cheeks, grasping a strand of hair and curling it between his index finger. he always thought you looked pretty with your hair framing your face. though you were undeniably beautiful in all aspects.

"there something you want?" he didn't ask it in an accusing way that made you sheepishly look away. he spoke ever so quietly, as if careful of disturbing the peace of his rarely quiet house.

once again, you shrugged.

"sweetheart." he gave you this look. this convincing, knowing, look. steve always had a way of communicating to you, even just through his eyes. it was enough for your heart to quench.

he looked as though he knew exactly what had been troubling you, like he knew exactly how to fix it.

how is it that steve harrington seemingly knew everything in the world? sometimes, even he made you feel a little silly. i mean, he was more tuned in with your emotions than you were.

the show that was playing on the tv was low, barely heard as his eyes searched your own. "you know you can ask for anything, yeah?" you nodded your head while chewing your bottom lip. because you did know. steve always made it easy for you to come to him with anything. yet even then, your own shy nature still prevented you from saying all the words that sat against the tip of your tongue. the universe tended to be cruel like that. "c'mere, honey."

his outstretched arms looked like the heaven you'd been searching for.

without second thought, you found yourself climbing into them, breathing out a sigh of relief as your cheek sat itself against his sweater-covered chest.

this is what you wanted.

his legs were outstretched, somewhere for you to sit against while your own wrapped themselves against his torso. there was something so comforting about the feeling of him against you.

he let you relax your face against him, lips shut tight as one of your hands came beneath your chin. while watching the animations flash across the television, you could feel his own arms slinging loosely around your waist, one hand gently playing with the strands of hair while the other traced against your back.

you supposed you weren't morphed into him but this was as good as it was going to get.

perhaps, this was all you needed.

he was gentle, soft and welcoming.

everything you'd been hoping for.

"this all you needed, hm?" the shapes he drew against your back began to feel a lot like words, a lot like 'i love you'. you nodded, humming ever so softly. "should've just asked, baby."

"i didn't wanna bother you." you mumbled, suddenly feeling like the whole thing had been just a little silly.

you felt his hand against your chin, gently tilting it upwards so you could meet his eye. "you never bother me." and you could tell by the chocolatey swirl in his eyes. he wasn't lying.

perhaps two hours passed since that very moment. steve watched the show episode until it ended, flicking on the television programme that was simply on. he could feel your soft breaths against the nape of his neck, hands outstretched towards him.

you'd fallen asleep in his embrace.

he often told you not to watch the show so late if you would fall asleep albeit you always insisted that you wouldn't. low and behold, he was right. he was always right.

and when the final programme ended, and he deemed it was late enough, he decided it was time to get you into bed.

instead of waking you, he opted to pick you up, carrying you upstairs and surely almost dropping you a total of three times because he couldn't register where he was putting his feet. yet eventually, he made it towards the bedroom and placed you against the bed. the warm blankets soon were draped over your body.

and after all the rustling, the thing that stirred you was the creek of the door.

he watched as your eyes parted, obviously still slick with sleep, and cursed himself. he thought, who, as rich as him, would own a door that creeks so loudly? and made a mental note to get new hinges.

"you okay, angel?" he mumbled into the darkness of the room, slipping off his jeans and slipping into bed with you.

"mm." you hummed as he grasped your body again, holding you close. your arms hugged themselves around his neck, shutting your eyes closed. "wanna melt into you." you mumbled, obviously too tired to register what you were saying.

"yeah?" a chuckle fell from his lips, knowing you would never have the confidence to say such a thing while wide awake. nonetheless, he took it as a compliment anyway. "we should try turkey then."

"what's in turkey?" you questioned tiredly.

"i don't know. everything? i mean, if they can give you a new set of teeth, surely they have the answer to your problems too. we can like, melt ourselves together." he was talking nonesence, though it was lulling you back to sleep anyway.

the sound of your sleepy giggle had him holding his breath, wondering if this was all real. "let's go to turkey then."

"i'll put it on our bucket list, angel." you nodded your head, without response. "you goin' to sleep on me? hm?"

"can you..." you cut yourself off with a breath. then, you reminded yourself that it was steve harrington, the boy you loved more than yourself. and you could ask him anything. "can you keep talking?"

"careful what you wish for, i might not shut up." you only giggled gently before allowing him to continue. "did i ever tell you about dustin's girlfriend?" you shook your head. "oh god, you should have seen it..."

this, you were sure, is where you could actually die happy.

main masterlist/steve's masterlist

[fulleggsslimedreamer]

[stachekeery]

who up thinking abt steve harrington

[goest-and-fuckest-thyself-blog]

Soo!!!! Requests are open?!

I can’t guarantee I’ll get to every one, I am depressed asf😂 but if I like it I will do my best because I want to write more and NOT be depressed.

I’m a housewife that’s been with the same man since I was thirteen. We married just after high school and have one child together. (A lots of honesty, I know) I LOVE HIM beyond all comprehension and he’s my book boyfriend as well!!! But I need something to keep me busy while he provides the amazing life he does for us.

My rules are simple!

•MDNI!!!!!!! I WILL report any minors on my page. Any false verification of age does not fall under my jurisdiction to police. If you are a minor masquerading as an adult, you shall handle the consequences.

• no knife or blood play. I’m open to almost any smut preference as long as I’m comfy with it☺️

•nothing pertaining to or mentioning murder play/*unaliving in general. 😤

•I will write for SPN, Starwars, Stranger things, Geralt of rivia, and Spider Man. I’m very set and sweet on these characters and cater to those fandoms. Please feel free to ask about any other characters you might like for exceptions. I ONLY DO x reader fics unless someone is willing to make commission.

• Please do not submit a request based on obscure characters. I’m AUDHD and have a niche to write for what I know. When I write, It’s a hyper fixation and I’m a perfectionist. Please expect delays in content output. I do this for fun and passion, not money.

*In full transparency, having followers or anons to submit requests will help me with my content flow. I lack motivation, and knowing someone is asking for something may help motivate me to write more and pursue my passion for writing. My associates degree is going unused and wasteful😂😂😂 so please help me to fulfil hobby/passion so I can publish a dang novel*

[lotsofloveloulou]

requested : no but inspired by my friend

pairing : steve harrington x fem!reader

summary : what dating steve harrington would be like <3

a/n : this is pretty short but its the first time i'm writing something for here | i'll probably write f1 stuff too

He would be the absolute sweetest omg

Like can you imagine

It's really cold out and you've forgotten your jacket in his car or something

and instead of making you go and get it he just gives you his

he'd also listen to all your favourite songs

even if he said he hated it before

he'd give it a second chance just for you

omg and you would so be his passenger princess

he would take you everywhere

the mall, concerts, home, school

absolutely anywhere you wanted to go

[pbandjeremiah]

the whole of my contribution to The Discourse

[englishcarssince1946]

1969 Harrington Manta Ray Buggy

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[ledepassionne]

Ryan O’Neal as Rex Harrington in the Peyton Place Show, wearing his legendary Baracuta G9 jacket.

[ask-dcf]

Harrington take a chill pill man. you clearly need it. Or take a nap. I dont mind hitting you with this metal baseball bat I DEFINITELY have.

(11/14)

[sleepyangelkami]

STEVE HARRINGTON'S MASTERLIST

ONE SHOTS

touch starved

DRABBLES

bloody nose

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[goest-and-fuckest-thyself-blog]

Soooooooo… my dear followers, I am still having severe writers block. I need help deciding what to write and who about😂 I’m so lost that I’m giving you all options and letting you help decide.

Here’s the options for new one shots

Dean Winchester

Anakin Skywalker

Steve Harrington

Andrew Garfield SpiderMan

[ultralightpoe]

Thriller - Steve Harrington

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 675

Warnings: none- just a small blurb

Description: Small halloween blurb.

This is apart of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

Happy Halloween!

“Okay, wait. Wait wait wait. WAIT!” Steve gasps, reaching over and hitting the brakes with his hand before Robin could kill everyone in the car.  “Get out. You are done. You are entirely done-”

“You are being so over dramatic right now Steven.” She snaps, turning back to glare at you and Eddie which makes you both jump back. 

“The fuck did I do?” You blurt, and Eddie shakes his head, leaning back so she can’t hit him. 

“Tell Steve he is being dramatic. Right. Now.” 

“Why me? Eddie tell Steve he is being dramatic-”

“You are boinking him!” Eddie glares and Steve whirls around, bumping his forehead with Robins and groaning in pain. 

“Did you really just say the word boinking to my girlfriend?”

“What? WHAT? IS BOINKING A BAD WORD?! IS IT STEVEN?!”

“YEAH! IS IT, STEVEN?!” Robin joins in, and you are doing everything you can to not laugh right now, hands covering your face. You imagined how you must look to people passing by and you truly could not contain the laughter anymore. 

The scooby gang, arguing in a car loudly. What an image. 

“What’s so funny over there, daphne?” Eddie asks, glaring at you as Steve turns to smile at you. 

“Oh nothing Shaggy, it’s just you guys are so-”

“If you say dramatic right now I will kill you.” Robin mumbles, pulling at the orange turtleneck. 

“Don’t yell at my girlfriend, Velma.”

“Shut up Steven.”

“Okay why does everyone else get nicknames and I am stuck with-” Before he can finish his sentence Robin lets off the brake, her foot accidentally landing on the gas and the car launches forward. 

Everyone yells as it hits a light pole, Eddie gasping out dramatically as Steve tears out of the car. You move to follow and Robin does too, until Eddie yells.  “VELMA THE BRAKE!”

“WHAT?!”

“PUT THE CAR INTO PARK-”

He leans across the console, putting the car into Park which ends up killing it. 

“You guys….” Steve sighs, decked out in a fred costume, both hands on the hood as he tries to keep his composure. “Just… lets just…. Oh my god.”

“Do you think we are gonna make it to the party in time?” Eddie asks, obviously trying to piss Steve off. 

The glare that he gets is worth it. 

- 

Three hours later and you are all still waiting by the car. Robin is using a stick to draw in the dirt as Eddie is in the field to pee.  You, however, are huddled with Steve in the backseat of his car. 

“This is… jesus this sucks.”

“Why is that?” You ask, playing with the green scarf, staring up at him when he looks down at you.

“This is our first halloween as an actual couple, I wanted us to go out and have fun. Party and make it a memorable night.” He blushes. 

“I can assure you, Harrington, this night is anything by forgettable.” You smile, leaning up to kiss him.  “Besides, I love our friends.”

“Love you too!” Robin calls and Steve groans. 

“Some privacy would be great!”

“Come on, you said the tow trucks were gonna take forever and I think we still have the supplies from the camping trip in the back.” You whisper, hopping out of the car and moving to open the trunk. 

Sure enough there is a radio and a pack of beer, with a couple blankets. 

“Let’s have our own party!” Eddie whoops, snatching the radio to find a station as Robin snatches the beer. 

Steve pulls you into his arms, kissing the top of your head before the beginning of Thriller comes on and you all gasp loudly. 

The rest of the night is spent drinking the beer, and dancing. Finally you all end up passed out in the car, Robin in the passenger seat with Eddie in the driver seat. You and Steve curled up into the back. 

It isn’t until you all wake up the next morning that Eddie asks. “Did anyone actually call the tow truck?”