#stancy x reader

[elliewlums]

YAAY pls you can ignore this if any of it makes you uncomfy

Just TW for the content below: piss kink🤭

So Nancy making reader drink tons and tons of water like 5 or 6 bottles and refusing to let her use the bathroom so when Steve comes over later Nancy holds the reader down on Steve’s cock and makes her piss on him- she’d say something about how messy they were or something and just 😵‍💫😵‍💫

content warnings: smut 16+, watersports (piss kink), holding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it kids), a little degradation, daddy kink (had to get it in there soz), mean!dom!nancy, soft!dom!steve, sub!reader

yessss bc you’re dancing on the spot from how much water nancy’s forced down your throat and by this point you’re desperate. sure, it’s been uncomfortable all day, but now it’s bordering on pain and you’re whimpering, nearly crying from the nagging urge to piss.

when steve finally comes over, you are crying. begging nancy to let you go to the bathroom. she’s stern, and when you ask again she’s mean. she pulls your head back with a fistful of hair, lips to your ear.

“i told you no, you little brat. now sit still and let steve use you.”

“no, no i can’t. i need to go,” you whimper, clutching steve regardless as he pushes his thick cock into your weeping cunt. it feels good, too good, and you know you won’t be able to hold it much longer. his body crowds yours, pins you flat to the bed and you’re sweating, already fucked dumb with your face pressed to his thick-haired chest.

“shh, baby.” steve is soothing in contrast to nancy’s cruelty. “daddy’s gotcha, gonna make you feel so good, alright?”

“can’t, daddy.” your head lolls as he fucks up into you. you’re melting with pleasure and unravelling fast.

“yes, you can. you’re my good girl,” he says, a broad hand cradling your head protectively. the way he holds you only serves to turn you more boneless and you’re losing control quickly.

“sit up.” nancy suddenly instructs, pressing her clothed chest to your bare back; you’re mumbling broken words, scrambling away before it gets too much. but then nancy’s holding you down and her slender hands are around your waist, lifting you up and down, up and down on steve’s fat cock.

“nuh uh, no more,” you manage to say, head drooping. “daddy, please. no more.”

steve coos, gentle hands clasping your face. nancy kneads the soft fat of your ass.

“if you need to go, go,” she says. “go on, piss all over daddy’s cock. he wants you to, baby.”

steve’s quick to reassure you, laying you back flat to piston his hips into your little cunt. his fingers stroke through the thick tuft of hair at your pubic bone to locate your clit and then he’s encouraging you to let go.

“go on, angel. let it all out, okay?”

you let go with a sob, the force of your stream soaking steve’s cock and abdomen as well as yourself and darkening the bedsheets beneath the pair of you. the relief is instant and has you curling into steve’s chest, arms under his; you’re completely weak and boneless beneath him, taking what he gives you with no argument.

“oh, you messy girl. making daddy all messy,” nancy teases as you shudder, slack and pliant in steve’s hands.

you still shake with the force of his thrusts, but the relief has heightened your pleasure in a strange way. it feels different, amplified almost.

his thrusts don’t slow and then you’re hurtling straight towards an orgasm. your back arches, chest pressed against steve’s and eyes shuttering as your cunt clamps and spasms around him wildly.

“oh, shit - fuck, baby, so tight - atta girl. daddy’s got you.” he’s not far behind you and then he groans, pushing his face to your neck. warmth floods your insides and now you’re full but in a different way. this is nicer, you think.

nancy’s hands come to your warm face, stroking circles into your skin and peppering kisses to your jaw.

“good girl,” she murmurs. “good girl. you did so well, did everything i asked.”

“i did good?” you ask, dopey and tired and wanting to be close to both nancy and steve.

“yeah, baby. so proud of you.” nancy goes on. “why don’t you two go and get cleaned up in the shower and i’ll clean up out here and then we can lay down. cuddle?” you nod, loosely holding onto nancy’s wrist as steve lifts you gently.

“don’t go.” your lip quivers. nancy kisses your pout.

“never. i’ll be right here, and the door’s open, so you can still see me, alright?”

“okay…”

“c’mon, angel,” steve coos. “let’s get you clean.”

eep this got out of hand fast😭😋

[poppy-metal]

thinking about being a housewife for stancy. so. much. wearing cute dresses with lil aprons, perfect for when steve wants to slide a hand under and grab your ass.

always having a fresh batch of cookies ready for nancy when she comes home from a long day at work and her saying “thank you sweetheart” with a kiss to the cheek.

you do all these things for them and they certainly return the favor by letting you act like a pillow princess while they use and spoil you in bed 🥰🥰

after a long day of housewifing your reward is being split open on steves fat cock while nancy holds you open and plays with your little clit.

she strokes your hair and coos, "did so good. our little housepet, did you miss mommy and daddy?"

you whine, almost too dazed to answer because steve fills you up so fucking good. splitting you wide around his thick cock sawing into your little hole. his hair chest pressed along your back, molding you to him. but you manage to nod, just once. "uh huh."

nancy circles her thumb around your little button, pressing down on it. steve moans when he feels the scrape of her finger against the ridge of his cock as he slides in and out. "love coming home to you." she says, her other hand is between her own legs, fingering herself. "love coming home to our little cockwarmer. you gonna take mommy as good as you're taking steve, aren't you?"

you clench around the thick cock inside you and whine, nodding bleary-eyed.

steve huffs against your neck, presses a kiss there. "gotta make daddy cum first, honey. clench that hole again- that's it. just keep that tight grip around me while i use you- gonna make my baby so messy."

[tbmunson]

Nancy Wants. - Nancy x Fem!Reader x Steve

Summary: Nancy wants an experience with a girl, and Nancy always gets what she wants.

WC: 2.5k+

Warnings: 18+, Smut, threesome, cuck, Sub!Nancy but also Dom!Nancy, Unprotected sex, swearing, poly? possibly.

Masterlist

"You want me to what?" You asked, nearly dropping the cracker that was on its way to your mouth.

"Nancy wants." Steve clarified before pinching the bridge of his nose and continuing. "Nancy wants you to join us this weekend. She's always wanted to experience something like that. I suggested Robin since I don't want to really partake but she said if I changed my mind Robin wouldn't be into it so she suggested you. You're pretty, sweet, and have been with guys and girls before. She just wanted me to ask." He raised his hands in defense and leaned against the break table.

"I... You're asking me to fuck your girlfriend while you're not there?" You raised a questioning brow at him.

Steve shook his head. "No, no. I'll be there. I might even watch, but I don't plan on being involved, physically. Not sure it's my thing."

You chuckled and smirked. "Shame. I'm sure me and Nance would love for you to join, Stevie. Tell her I'm in." You winked before finally placing the cracker in your mouth.

Steve watched and nodded before walking out to leave you for your break.

The weekend came quickly and it was now Saturday evening. You and Steve closed Family Video and got into his car. He decided to pick you up this morning so there wouldn't be a ton of cars in his driveway, making things less conspicuous to his neighbors.

"When you get there just don't be afraid of her. Act like this is something you've always done with her. I don't want her to feel awkward, okay?" Steve said as the car came to a stop in his driveway.

"I'll greet her with a kiss then, how about that, Stevie?" You asked, opening the car door.

Steve nodded, but didn't say anything. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, you had an effect on him. He lead you to the door and showed you inside. "Nance! We're home!" He called into the empty house, locking the door behind him.

You watched her as she came down the stairs, legs bare, only the tops of her thighs covered by one of Steve's long t-shirts. "Wow." You breathed, taking in the way her features softened in the dimly lit house.

Steve chuckled next to you, nudging you. "All you."

You stepped forward and met Nancy at the foot of the stairs. "Before I do anything, I wanna make sure you're alright with this, okay?" You reached for her hand, brushing your fingers with hers.

"Yeah, I am." She replied, her voice soft before she glanced at Steve. "Are you sure you just wanna watch?" She asked as one of your hands moved to rest on her hip.

You looked back to see Steve watching closely as your other hand went into her hair, pulling her body and face closer to you until your turned your head to meet her lips.

She let out a surprised and content moan as your thumb traced up and down the fabric of Steve's shirt over her hip.

You smiled, licking her bottom lip for permission to enter, which she granted immediately. As your tongue explored her mouth your hand fell down her hip to her thigh to dip under the hem of the shirt. Your fingers skimmed the lace of her panties as they made their way back up her body.

Chills raced over her skin and her knees weakened as she gripped your shirt for stability. She broke away from the kiss before muttering a "Come on." And leading you up the stairs.

"Come on, Stevie. I thought you wanted to watch." You called as you noticed him standing stunned by the front door.

He kicked himself into gear and followed the two of you to their room.

The bed was made in pristine white cotton sheets with lavender accents. You wasted no time in pushing Nancy down onto them. You watched her crawl to the middle of the bed as you waited for Steve.

"Let me know if you change your mind, Stevie." You smirked, closing the door behind the red faced man.

He nodded eagerly as he took a seat across the room.

You stripped down to your bra and panties before crawling up the bed, knees resting on either side of Nancy's body. Your top half sank to rest on your elbows as you kissed her again, but only for a moment before trailing the kiss down her jaw and to her neck.

"Oh, shit." Nancy whined as you found her sweet spot. You took this opportunity to nip and suck at the skin, leaving a small mark before kissing across the front of her neck to the other side.

Her hands held your hips, scratching gently at the skin.

You couldn't help the small giggle that passed your lips at the light touch.

"What?" She asked, a tiny laugh coming from her as well.

You pushed yourself up and used your fingers to trail her jaw. "It tickles." You answered, settling your hips on hers. "How about we take this off, huh?" You gripped the hem of the shirt in your hands, waiting for her nod and small "Yeah." before removing it.

She shivered at the cold air washing over her. Nancy was never quiet, always saying something or giving her opinion but this, something she had never experienced before, had her stunned silent. She watched every move closely.

Your fingers traced down the bra strap on her shoulder all the way down the rim of her bra, over the soft skin of her breast. "Tell me if you change your mind or if you don't like something, okay?" Your eyes flicked from the top of your fingers to her eyes.

She nodded.

"I need words, Nance."

"Okay." She finally said, tinting pink.

"Good girl." You replied, snaking your hand under her and unhooking the bra. "Good girls get rewarded." You added, pulling the bra down gently. Your head dipped down taking one of her hardened nipples into your mouth.

She let out a high pitched whine as she gripped the sheets. Steve did this all the time, but it felt different when it wasn't him.

Your finger brushed over her other nipple, tweaking it between your pointer and thumb.

Her hands wrapped around you, one resting on your back and the other tracking up to grip your hair. She tugged gently, responding to the stimulation on her chest.

This caused you to groan, sending vibrations through her, coaxing another moan from her. "God, you sound so pretty." You said, pulling back from her chest.

She looked down at you and giggled. It was angelic as it rang around your head.

"I'm gonna take these off now, huh?" You had wiggled your way down her body until your face hovered over her clothed center.

"Please." She responded, so needy that you couldn't deny her.

You traced the top of the lace before dipping your fingers in and pulling them down and off of her legs. You started kissing the inside of her left knee, up to the middle of her thigh and then so dangerously close to her dripping hole before giving the same treatment to her right leg.

She whined louder the closer you got to where she needed you.

You couldn't help but wonder if she begged this much for Steve, who you'd almost forgotten was sitting just a few yards from you, watching you tease the love of his life.

"Please, please." She was breathless though you'd done nothing to her yet.

"Oh my sweet girl, since you asked so nicely." You cooed before licking from her hole to her clit, circling it, then going back down. Just as good as you thought she would be.

The noise that came out of her surprised you. She never struck you as vocal in bed but here she was, begging, moaning, and squealing for you. You moaned into her, attaching your lips to her clit and slipping a finger up and down her folds.

"Oh fuck." She gripped your hair as you slipped your middling finger into her, curling it so perfectly.

There was shifting to your right, then the unmistakable sound of a belt coming undone. Steve.

"You taste so fucking good baby." You said, pulling back and stealing a quick glance at the man who had been so adamant about not joining.

He had his hard dick in his hands, pumping up and down the length as he watched. He blushed as he made eye contact with you.

You slipped your ring finger in Nancy, continuing the same motion as before. You drew your bottom lip into your teeth as you watched him. "I know you don't wanna join but I could really use some help with this bra. I'm a bit busy." You nodded down to Nancy who was writhing under you.

Steve nodded, releasing his dick and standing, letting his pants fall to his ankles before stepping out of them and walking towards you.

You leaned back down to Nancy, licking her again as Steve came to a stop behind you. You felt his hard dick press against your clothed core as he reached up your back, grunting as he felt how wet your underwear had become.

His fingers unhooked your bra and slipped slowly down your back slowly, resting on your hips. He stayed there, taking it all in.

Nancy's hips rolled against you as she drew closer to her orgasm. Her whines and whimpers grew louder as your reached up with your free hand to play with her tit, squeezing and manipulating the soft flesh.

Steve's hips rocked against you, bumping your clit through the thin underwear. "God, I can't stop." He groaned, his hands slipping up and down your ass before drawing back and slapping it hard.

You moaned loudly onto Nancy, vibrating her nerves and pushing her over the edge. You felt her walls squeezing around your fingers as her legs shook on the sides in your head. Her back arched and she pulled your hair, pushing your face deeper into her pussy.

"That's it baby. She's making you feel good, hm?" Steve said from behind you, slamming his hips into you, desperate at this point, though little friction was being created.

Nancy came down slowly, looking up to you and smiling. She looked more confident now than she had previously. "Lay down love. Steve is going to fuck you."

You smirked wiggling your ass against Steve. "Yes ma'am." You licked her one more time, causing a giggle to escape her at the same time as a moan. "That was pretty." You commented as you situated yourself on your back, finally able to toss the bra onto the floor.

"I can't wait to hear what sounds you make." Nancy said moving to lay on her side next to you. She wrapped her hand around your neck lightly before leaning down to kiss you.

Steve rubbed your thighs gently, inching his way up to your underwear. "These are nice. Too bad they're all messy." He pouted before pulling them down gently to reveal you to him. He took in a sharp breath, catching Nancy's attention.

"Wait. I want to see her." Nancy said, holding a hand up to Steve who stopped his reaching for you. She was definitely the boss now. She moved to stand at the end of the bed next to Steve. "Wow. You have a really pretty pussy. I love that I'm the one that made you all wet." She leaned down, one hand resting next to your hip and the other went to slip a finger up your folds.

You moaned, unintentionally rolling your hips to try and keep her touching you. "I loved being in your pussy. I can't help it." You replied, this caused Steve to grunt.

Nancy lifted her finger coated in your slick to her mouth and sucked on it. "Mm, you're so good. Steve, baby, you wanna taste?" She asked, glancing over to him as her finger dipped back down, this time slipping inside you and curling, causing you to moan.

"Yes, please." Steve was watching hard, trying not to cream right on the spot.

Nancy pulled her finger out of you and turned to Steve, resting one hand on his chest as she stood close to him. She placed her finger covered in you into his mouth.

His lips closed around it and he moaned, grabbing Nancy's wrist as as sucked lightly.

"Good boy." She smirked, pulling her finger out of his mouth with a pop.

You had to admit, that was one of the hottest things you'd ever seen. You whined, as your pussy squeezed around nothing, begging to be filled.

Nancy looked down at you and smiled. "Go on Steve, she needs you." Her tone was teasing, almost taunting you.

You loved it.

Steve crawled over you, resting between your legs. "Ready, Princess?" He asked as he took his dick in his hand, rubbing the tip up and down your dripping pussy.

"Yes please, Steve. Please." You couldn't hide the desperation that Nancy had ignited within you with her finger.

Nancy stepped back, watching what was happening.

Steve pushed into you, causing you both to groan in relief. "God, you're so tight. So fucking needy aren't you?"

"Mhm." You moaned as he set a steady pace, hitting right where you needed.

Nancy dropped to her knees beside the bed, taking on of your hands in hers. "He feels good, doesn't he, Princess?"

You nodded again as her free hand slipped down your body to rub small slow circles on your clit. Words weren't able to form in your mind, let alone come out of your mouth.

"That's right, Princess. Be a good girl and cum fast. Let him fuck you through your orgasm." Nancy urged, applying a bit more pressure.

You could feel the pressure building up, so close to being unleashed and burning through your body. Your breathing was ragged as you focused on the steady tapping from Steve's cock along with his grunts and moans. He sounded almost as pretty as Nancy had. The constant friction of Nancy's finger aided in your quick release. "Gonna cum." Is all your could say.

"Yes, yes Princess. Cum for us. Yes." Nancy watched you close as you came undone under the two of them, moaning and whining as your body tensed and twitched.

Steve grunted as your constricted around him. He wasn't far from his release and watching you and Nancy was pushing him faster and faster.

Nancy glanced at Steve before pulling her finger from your clit and slipping it into your mouth so you could taste yourself. "Do you like watching us?" She asked him, smirking.

He nodded, keeping his eyes on her finger until she removed it. His abdomen tightened but he wasn't quite finished.

She nodded and leaned down, latching her lips to one of your nipples.

You moaned, running a hand through her curls.

She licked and sucked until she heard him and knew he was spent.

He grunted and his hips staggered, bucking wildly until they stopped. He slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum spilled out of your hole and onto the sheets.

Nancy slowly stood and walked over to him, pulling him down for a kiss. "I like her, don't you?" She asked him as if you weren't there.

Steve nodded, wrapping an arm around her lower back. "Yeah. I take back what I said before. This was fun."

Nancy looked at you and smiled. "I think we would like if this was a regular thing. Would you be okay with that?"

You nodded, sitting up. "Yeah. I think I would."

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Does anyone else just want to be in a Stancy sandwich? I mean not for sexual reasons. . .although I wouldn't be opposed. I mean, I would just feel so safe tucked between the two biggest badasses. In the first season, and I watched it when it first came out, I was still in the closet, so my hatred of Nancy was probably really me thinking she was cute and my guilt of being attracted to women pushing it down. My biggest clue should have been that I kind of wanted to bite her. I kept thinking surely I don't hate her that much?? Then there's my dislike of Steve in season one. That was pure gender envy.

[aurumbelis]

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader x Nancy Wheeler

Word count: 862

Warnings: smut, smut, smut (minors DNI). Afab! Reader, threesome (mentions of Nancy being dom and Steve being a soft dom, whilst reader is sub even if dynamics are mentioned to change), masturbation and oral (fem receiving), edging, dacryphilia.

Frilly pink covers were thrown to the ground in order not to stain them. Instead, a towel sat under your naked figure whilst you were open legged for both of their pleasure. Head on the pillow next to Steve’s. In the meantime Nancy was laying down, head in between your legs but not diving down on them. Pressing small, calculated kisses to one of your thighs, while her fingernails traced the inside of the other one, approaching your sensitive pussy, because God, they had been playing with you for hours (or at least it felt like hours), and they hadn’t let you orgasm not once. Even if you cried, and you did, whilst looking at Nancy, who showed no mercy, and then to Steve slightly making the pout on your lips more prominent, tears staining your cheeks and all that you got is “you know today I’m only following orders princess”.

You loved and hated them right at this moment, Steve’s head dipping down to you as he starts peppering wet and slow kisses to your cheek, your chin, your jaw, back up… He never failed to relax you with his kisses, he always did it when Nancy was being particularly hard on you because he knew how frustrated you could get, that’s why his lips seemed to only want your skin.

Like a silver lining of hope, Nancy’s finger pads traced your inner labia, with a touch so feather like it made you ache even more. She made a little more pressure, up and down and did she have the ability to avoid your clit when she wanted to, and it was pure torture how she spread your arousal all over you, getting her fingers soaked and with those “Steve”, his head lifted from your collarbone up to look at Nance, who held up her drenched ring and middle fingers up to him. He did not hesitate in separating from you to indulge in the sweetness that were your juices, because you tasted like heaven to him and with Nance not letting him fully taste you, he took all the opportunities that he could take sucking her fingers clean of you as he let out a loud groan “So fucking sweet, and all for us”. With fingers wet from his saliva, she inserted one carefully inside of you and clearly one was not enough nor for you or for her, so another one followed both of her delicate fingers knuckle deep in you, making that adored motion hitting that spot so perfectly every damn time.

Your breath already worked up from mere seconds of action, Steve’s lips and tongue now working over your chest. “Steve, make it hurt a little, won’t you?” her words were said with such a gooey tone even if they just indicated more punishing for you. Steve followed her instructions, your nipple was on his mouth, and he took the chance to bite it, not hard, it was a nice and pleasurable bite as his bites always were, playful and pleasing. He made your breath hitch and a big grin played on Nancy’s lips as she looked at how your chest rose and stayed there for some seconds. Her fingers did not stop in their work, and she finally put her mouth to accompany them in their task. A small kitten lick to your clit was enough to dampen the towel a bit more. The sounds coming out of you were again less timid, as her tongue started to lightly go up and down, her lips so close to you now. And they closed on your clit, capturing it with a light and soft force, making you almost scream the profanities that were coming out of your mouth.

“You’re the most beautiful when you scream for us, princess” Steve muttered against your skin, sometimes just things that were generic for him, and other times he just “so angelic looking”, “sound and taste like heaven”. Nancy hummed at Steve’s words as to say, “what he said and much more”. It was unbearable because you were so close to the point of no return, but you had already been there four times in the past two hours, and you had to return to being denied and frustrated. So you made a big effort to open your eyes for just the smallest moment to look at Nancy. “Nance, please. I’ve been good” she chuckled at your words, her fingers still working as she separated herself from your clit “I know you have been good princess, so good for us” she then looked to your left, to a very hard and hot Steve “You think I should let her Steve?” he smiled at her, a little surprised at her question “I’ve been trying to convince you since the second edge Nance, you didn’t budge” he shrugged his shoulders and he continued now pressing his lips against your cheeks.

“I’ll be good to you, but just because you’ve been such a patient princess” She dived back down onto your legs, and before resuming the sucking on your clit she said, “you can let go princess, loud and beautifully like only you know”.

[love-toxin]

Who says their sitter even needs to go home? They can have lots of sleepovers, especially since they must be so tired after such a long day. And oh no they ended up playing with Nancy/Steve all morning! You must stay for dinner so they can look after you...

UGH THEM KIDNAPPING U SLOWLY.......mr. and mrs. harrington are so nice (and rich) you get your own room and an ensuite bathroom and full reign over their kitchen when they're away. on top of that they leave money for you on the counter to order pizza or rent movies to keep yourself entertained, and when they come home from dates or work or business trips they sit down for a glass of wine and a nice dinner with you for hours. the first few times that happens and it's too late and you're too tipsy to drive home, steve carries you up the stairs and they just put you in your bed--but then they start putting you to sleep in theirs, cuddled between the harringtons like you're a comfy little body pillow. and you already have to be there for the next day of sitting, and their house is so nice to stay in, so why would you leave? nancy even does your laundry for you and lets you use all her fancy soaps and skincare products while you're there, while steve stocks foods you like and drives over to your place to get your medicines and your comfort items (plushies, blankets, little trinkets, etc) to bring over so you feel safe with them. their house feels more like home than your own home does, and they pay so good too, more than you'd ever expect a sitter to be paid, even with how wealthy they are. so why on earth would you ever leave, when they make it feel like paradise?

[eddienbird]

I Bet You Think About Me

Summary: You were previously in a relationship with Steve Harrington and you’re hearing the news that he’s engaged to Nancy.

Warnings/Tags: Cursing|Smoking|Implied Sex|

A/N: I know my blog is mostly for Eddie content but every time I hear this song, I think about Steve for some reason so I had to write lol. I hope you like it. -Bird

Based on: I Bet You Think About Me - Taylor Swift

3 a.m. and I'm still awake, I'll bet you're just fine Fast asleep in your city that's better than mine And the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree And I'll bet your friends tell you she's better than me

I can not fucking believe you, Steve Harrington. I don’t think you even care that Tommy and Carol have been bullying me about you. They’re showing me stupid pictures of her ring that you claim you saved up for months. On a Family Video worker's salary? Give me a break. Your daddy probably was ecstatic that you were back with Nancy and paid it in full. I’m surprised everyone believes your bullshit.

Especially Nancy… That cute little A+ goody two shoes. Even when she left you for that weirdo Jonathan, you were still under her spell. You probably didn’t tell her that when you found out that they were official, you were in my bed crying. I was there to comfort you. I was such a fool to give you as much as I did, but damn I couldn’t help it.

You were so intoxicating, Harrington. Your stupid hair that fell perfectly in brown swoops on top of your head. Your chiseled brows that framed those gorgeous brown eyes. Your smile that made me melt, especially when it was wrapped around my cigarettes as you smoked out of my car window. I bet Nancy doesn’t let you smoke around her. She probably thinks it’s a disgusting habit. That priss. 

Well, I tried to fit in with your upper-crust circles Yeah, they let me sit in back when we were in love Oh, they sit around talkin' 'bout the meaning of life And the book that just saved 'em that I hadn't heard of But now that we're done and it's over I bet you couldn't believe When you realized I'm harder to forget, than I was to leave

I tried my hardest to be as good as Nancy. I came to every single party, family gathering, and after-school hangout I could. But you and I knew that I stood out like a sore thumb. You had brand new clothes from Gap every single time I saw you. I wore hand-me-down dresses from my mom. I didn’t know how to apply makeup for shit, but you said I looked beautiful just the way I was. What a load of shit Steve. 

But you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for And you and I fell like an early spring snow But reality crept in, you said we're too different You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes Mr. Superior-Thinkin' Do you have all the space that you need? I don't have to be your shrink to know that you'll never be happy

I will never get over the day you called it quits. You gave me that whole “It’s not you, it’s me” speech. What did you expect me to do Steve? Say I understand? Say “Hey it’s okay, we can still be friends”? No you asshole. It’s not okay. You made me fall in love with you.

I knew I loved you that day you snuck up into my room. Our voices were soft and hushed because my parents were sleeping in the other room. You played my favorite song on my radio and held me in your arms. We swayed to the beat and stared into each other's eyes. You told me you loved me and you kissed me until we were on the floor, exploring my body. I just let you have it because I thought I could trust you.

block it all out The voices so loud sayin', "Why did you let her go?" Does it make you feel sad That the love that you're lookin' for Is the love that you had?

I hope Nancy gives you everything I never could. I hope she gives you those six kids and the perfect housewife personality you always wanted me to have. You’ll never get to know if we’d be good in a forever home. You guys are doomed to be exactly the same as Ted and Karen Wheeler.

Now you're out in the world, searchin' for your soul Scared not to be hip, scared to get old Chasing make-believe status, last time you felt free Was when none of that shit mattered 'cause you were with me

[veryberryjelly]

5,4,3,1

pairing ; poly!stancy x reader [ modern au ]

prompt -  Imagine Person A having to go to the grocery store to pick up some food, even though they have never gone by themselves. They end up having an anxiety attack in the bathroom, but instead of dealing with it themselves, they call one of their partners who helps ground them while the other sets out to pick them up

wc ; 1.3k

@liableperfections​

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While you had tried your best to get out of going to the grocery store alone, there was no getting out of it today. Both nancy and steve were at work and there was no food in the kitchen that was actually able to be cooked without poisoning all three of you.

It was only a short walk to the grocery store that was located in town, most of the walk was spent fiddling with a random piece of paper in your jacket pocket that wasn’t even really your jacket pocket. It was just the first one you grabbed from the hooks by the door and it happened to be nancy’s.

You slowed down as you approached the large grocery store at the side of the road, taking a moment to just take a breath before you walked into the store.

Maybe coming at the busiest time for them wasn't the best idea, but because you’d never been alone before, you didn’t really know when the busiest time was. There were a lot of people and it caused your chest to feel a thousand times tighter than usual.

You tried your best to push that feeling down and just get the grocery shopping done before your boyfriend or girlfriend arrived back at home.

You got around to the bread before it got too much. It wasn’t just out of nowhere though. You had found a calm part of the store to start in but eventually you had to go around the entire store for all of your groceries.

While you were in the bread aisle, someone had grabbed the last loaf of bread that you needed, and you just lost it. It had been building since you walked into the store, but that was the last thing that caused your breathing to speed up and your eyes to well with panicked tears.

You abandoned your half filled cart in the aisle and sped through the store to get to the bathroom, not wanting to draw attention to yourself by having an attack in the middle of the store.

You found an empty stall in the bathroom, locking the door and sitting yourself down on the closed toilet, trying your best to calm your breathing.

It wasn't’ working

Every shallow breath you took made you panic about running out of oxygen because you couldn’t breathe properly.

You feared you may pass out in the bathroom at the grocery store.

With a shaking hand, you pulled your cell phone from your back pocket, a familiar photo lighting up in your face.

Your lockscreen was a photo of you, nancy and steve that robin hda actually taken and sent to you after you’d gone home. The photo was of both you and nancy asleep on either side of steve after a day out with everyone, where you all went back to eddie’s trailer to relax afterwards. You three had been too exhausted to even keep your eyes open which was how robin had even taken the photo in the first place.

The photo usually brought feelings of warmth but right now it only made you feel worse. You couldn’t even go to the grocery store without having an anxiety attack.

Shakily, you typed in your password and went straight to your phone app to call nancy, knowing she would know how to help you calm down and just sort yourself out.

While the phone rang in your ear, you just tried to calm yourself down enough to talk to nancy.

“ hey, sugar. Where are you? Me and steve just got home, we thought you’d be here “ you can hear her moving through the house through the phone, probably going up to change out of her work clothes.

It took a minute before you could even say anything. Not only were you panicking about where you were , but now you were just annoyed with yourself that you hadn’t been able to get back before either of them got home like you had originally wanted.

Taking a shaky breath, you spoke up, knowing you wouldn't be able to get help if you couldn't even tell nancy where you were.

“Uhm… i’m at the g-grocery store…”

There was a short silence on the phone before you heard nancy’s voice again.

“ okay, do you want one of us to come and get you ?”

You assumed she had heard the waiver of your voice and put two and two together. You had never been great in public places, especially when you were alone.

Without really thinking about it, you just nodded without realising she couldn't see you.

With a shaky intake of breath, you replied.

“yes, please” you sounded weak and you truly hated it.

You heard a few mumbled words on the other end of the line along with a metal jangling that you assumed to be keys.

“ okay, y/n, steve’s coming to get you, alright? I’m gonna stay on the phone until he gets there, okay?”

“ mhmm “ was all you could mutter.

Your shaking had gone down since you’d been on the phone to nancy but your breathing was still rather jagged.

“ ok, i want you to tell me five things you can see right now, can you do that?”

“ uhm, my phone, my converse, the stall door, an empty toilet roll and my bag “

“ alright, now four things you can feel”

“ the toilet lid on my legs, my hair on the back of my neck, the phone in my hand and uh, my shoes against my ankles”

“ three things you can hear “

“ the sink running, the hand dryer and the door keeps squeaking. “

“ two things you can smell “

“ i don’t really want to think about what i can smell in here “ you answered with a soft laugh and nancy was relieved that you were calming down at least a little.

“ okay, we’ll skip that one. Just tell me one thing you can taste”

“ the noodles i had for lunch “

“ you had noodles for lunch? Like from a packet?” she questioned, now just wanting to keep you a little calm until steve arrived. Which shouldn't be too long as you lived quite close to the store. That's why you had been able to walk to the store when you first arrived.

“ yeah, it’s all we had. “

“ so you went shopping ?”

“ i wanted to do it so neither of you had to after going to work. “

Nancy’s reply was lost in the phone when you heard steve’s voice echo through the bathroom.

“ y/n? You in here ?”

“ in here “ you called, standing from the floor anyway, now feeling a bit better after nancy calmed you down on the phone.

You unlocked the door from the inside and found steve standing just inside the door, presumably not wanting to just wander into the womens bathroom.

“ hey, you okay?” he questioned as you approached him., his arms instantly lifting to pull you into his chest.

You nodded softly, enjoying the grounding feeling of his arms around you.

“ let’s get you back home then “ he said softly and you didnt say anything, just nodded again and unwrapped your arms from around steve.

He threaded his fingers through yours and led you out of the store.

Only once you’d driven away did you realise you still had nothing at home for dinner.

“ wait, what are we supposed to do for dinner. I didn’t get the groceries and we don’t have anything at home.”

Steve calmly reached over teh centre console and took your hand in his once again, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand as he spoke.

“ it’s okay, baby. Nance ordered some takeout so we don’t need any groceries until tomorrow. “

[dissectiontime]

Whatever you do don’t go after the Stranger Things cast. They had no say in how the season was gonna end. It is just their jobs to act what the Duffer brothers wrote in their scripts.

[the-case-book-of-fanfiction]

Bob Seger

Ship: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Is there a handbook for what to do when your crush walks into your store to buy a gift for his girlfriend? There should be!

Word Count: 5,432 words

Warnings: Stancy, Steve being deeply in love and then getting his heart broken, brief mention of Steve's asshole dad, pining reader, hurt/comfort, Tommy & Carol, language, innuendo

Note: Inspired in part by Steve's rendition of Old Time Rock & Roll.

☟ Continue below the fold ☟

Nancy hadn't been herself, not since Barb disappeared, and her mood had only been getting worse every day. Steve could feel her retreating into herself, hiding from the world and from herself and from him. He could feel Tommy and Carol getting progressively more frustrated with her (and with him for putting up with it) with every passing day.

And it's not like Steve blamed Nancy. Her best friend had gone missing while Nancy hung out with people Barb wasn't the biggest fan of. And, to rub salt in an open wound, Nancy had been having sex with Steve while Barb disappeared.

Steve felt a little guilty, to say the least. He'd had the thought of If I hadn't wanted to sleep with Nancy so bad, she would have gone home with Barb and they'd both be safe. But after a while, he wasn't so sure about that. The longer he thought about it, the more he became convinced that if Nancy had gone with Barb, they both would have gone missing.

Whether it was through his own guilt or because he wanted to make Nancy feel better, he wasn't quite sure, Steve found himself driving to the record store just off Main Street after school got out. He'd blocked out the noise of Tommy and Carol bickering, Tommy in the passenger seat and Carol leaning forward from the back seat, too busy trying to remember which bands had played from the radio the night he was studying at Nancy's house, and whether or not Nancy had actually liked them. He didn't want to screw up his little surprise by getting her music she wouldn't listen to—or a vinyl she already owned. Maybe he should have discreetly snooped through her pile of records before he'd made up his mind to do this...

Tommy sharply elbowed Steve in the ribs. Before Steve could snap at him, he said, "You're overthinking this, man. She's either gonna pretend to love it and not actually care, or she's just gonna not care."

Behind them, Carol giggled. It sounded far more sinister than it should have.

Steve glared at him for a second before he made the turn into the store's parking lot. "You're no help, you realize that?" He parked the car and turned to the two of them. "You're gonna stay here and wait, got it? And don't do anything stupid, I'll make you clean the back seat this time."

Carol grinned. "What if it's the passenger seat?"

"Or the driver's," Tommy added, leaning back to kiss Carol, before Steve could snap that the passenger's seat was Nancy's seat. Steve felt his throat constrict.

"Do not get it on in my fucking car," he warned, "or I'm never driving you anywhere ever again."

He got out, slamming the door behind him, and sent a warning glare back over his shoulder. Tommy flipped him off through the windshield. Beside Steve, an elderly woman gasped in offense and Steve winced.

"Sorry about him," he muttered, but the woman was already scurrying off into her own vehicle. Steve sighed and pushed open the front door to the record shop.

A little bell above the door chimed once as he swung the door open, and then again as it closed behind him. Steve had only been in the store a handful of times, but he loved it more and more with every visit. The walls were plastered in old vinyls, displayed so that the name of each band was readable. No vinyl was the same color, some of them blue, some red, some multicolor, but all of them were different. A small gold plaque designated the oldest vinyl the store had on the walls, which was a reddish Vocalion from 1922 and was positioned directly above the door.

Rows and rows of alphabetized vinyls spread throughout the store, which was bigger than it looked from the storefront. In the lefthand corner nearest the door, a cashier's desk was set up, though there was no employee behind it. A plastic sign read I'm in the back! I'll be back soon!

Steve headed for the aisles of vinyls, then recognized what was playing over the speakers—Bob Seger's Night Moves.

Humming as he flipped through the stacks, Steve didn't notice the door to the back open, or you walk out of it and back to your desk.

"Mmm, sweet summertime, summertime," Steve sang, keeping his voice low, still embarrassed by his voice, an instinct his father made sure he would never shake.

But you heard it, even with the volume of the radio. You looked up from the desk, gaze scanning the rows. You spotted the back of Steve's head and recognized him immediately. That hair was unmistakable.

Heat burned in your belly. Suddenly, you really wished your coworker hadn't gone home just ten minutes earlier, complaining of nausea. If she'd just stuck around a few more minutes...you wouldn't have to face your long-time crush who was absolutely not available, happily dating Nancy Wheeler and unlikely to leave her any time soon.

You resisted the urge to hide your face in your hands. Sure, you'd liked him since middle school, long before he'd become part of the popular crowd and back when his hair was still a mess that hid his eyes from the world, and yes, you had two classes with him, but it's not like he'd know who you were, right? You'd keep relative anonymity and he would remain none the wiser of your long-standing admiration of him.

But then the song changed to The Fire Down Below and Steve was shimmying where he stood, singing the line "Here comes hot Nancy, she's steppin' right on time" with the hugest grin on his face.

You sighed. The school, your best friends, the entire senior year was right—Steve Harrington was down bad for Nancy Wheeler.

The tiniest bit of hope that he might one day notice you was dashed every time you heard that loving croon of his voice every time he sang Nancy's name.

This is why we don't get our hopes up, you told yourself, echoing a sentiment your best friend had drilled into you ever since Steve became the ladies' man that made him so popular in high school. Not that it erased the previous middle school years of drooling over Steve, back before anyone else had really considered him attractive.

You watched as Steve meticulously went through every record in the store, clearly searching for something specific. You normally would have gotten up and approached a customer taking this long, but it was Steve. You knew the instant you got up from your stool, your legs would give out underneath you. And if that didn't happen, you'd walk into a shelf on your way over to him. And if that didn't happen either, you'd start stuttering the moment you tried to talk to him. And if that didn't happen, you'd turn bright red and combust on the spot when he either asked for your help or turned you away.

Too stuck in your head, you didn't even realize the record had stopped playing until you heard Steve's singing stop. A pang went through you at the sound of silence—Steve's voice was almost more soothing than the music itself.

You turned around and dug through your pile of vinyls the store let you play until you found another Bob Seger—the album he'd released last year. Steve had been singing Bob Seger, and you desperately wanted him to keep singing.

You cleaned off the record before placing the needle down. A few bars into Even Now, you turned back around and squeaked, jumping in surprise.

Steve was standing at your desk, a pleasant but awkward smile on his face.

"Uh...hi," he said. "Sorry if I scared you."

You blinked at him and cleared your throat, hoping your voice didn't come out squeaky. "It's...it's fine. Can I help you with something?"

"Uh, please, I'm looking for—" He snapped his fingers. "You're in my chemistry class, aren't you?" You nodded, meekly adding that you were also in English together, and he beamed. "I knew I recognized you from somewhere!"

"Yeah, uh... Hi, Steve," you said. "You said you were looking for...?"

Steve shook himself out. "Oh, yeah, um... I'm trying to find a record for Nancy, my girlfriend, because I want to cheer her up after...everything. I'm sure you've heard about it."

The tiredness in his voice surprised you. But you nodded without bringing it up. "I have. How's she holding up?"

Steve sighed. "Not...fantastically. That's why I'm doing this, I want to get her something to take her mind off things."

You raised your brows. "So you decided on a record?"

Steve shrugged, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. "I thought it would be something we could dance to, and that that might make her feel better."

Your heart squeezed. How are you so sweet? "Alright, makes sense. What does she like to listen to usually?"

Steve shut his eyes as if thinking for a moment, then said, "She likes ABBA and Michael Jackson, she has a Fleetwood Mac tape but only ever listens to Rhiannon, but she sings under her breath every time Journey comes on the radio, doesn't matter what song it is. She's got Madonna, Bowie, Blondie, and The Beatles already as tapes and vinyls, so I don't want to get her those."

You blinked at him. "You really do pay attention to everything, don't you?"

Steve smiled shyly. "I...I guess so, when it comes to Nancy."

You left the back of the desk, hoping you weren't visibly shaking too much. "Let's go find you a Journey vinyl, okay? They just released a new album a few months ago, I'm pretty sure we've got it on vinyl..."

Steve followed you to the J section and the two of you started flipping through, both of you softly singing along to Love's The Last To Know as you did.

Halfway through the song and completely through the Js section, you interrupted the song with a gasp.

"I know where it is! Wait here," you told him, and hurried into the back room. You dug through the most recently delivered box of records until you saw the familiar blue album cover of Frontiers, letting out a victory cry as you grabbed it.

Steve was leaning on the shelf, still singing "We lost our way and our love's the last to know" so mournfully you wondered what heartbreak he'd been through before.

"I got it!" you said, grinning and holding the record aloft.

Steve beamed. "Thanks! I really appreciate it. I know I was kind of...out of my depth for a bit there."

You shrugged. "Eh, that's nothing. I've had people come in here demanding records we don't carry from bands that only just released music." You rolled your eyes. "'No, sir, we don't carry Metallica, and even if we did, the album came out last week, so we wouldn't have it yet anyway!'"

Steve snorted with laughter, handing you cash to pay for the vinyl. "Let me guess, it was the Munson kid."

"The Munson kid," you confirmed.

"Thanks again," Steve said, though he didn't seem inclined to head out the door.

"Any time," you said, instantly regretting the words because if you saw Steve at your workplace more than this, you were going to have a heart attack, but you paired the words with a kind smile anyway.

"See you in class tomorrow," he said, stepping out the door and waving goodbye. You watched him go, putting the record in the back seat, snapping at Tommy and Carol in his car, and pulling out of the parking lot.

You let go a tense, nervous breath. The pain in your chest eased. Well, at least Steve knew of you now. And even if his dedication to Nancy was unfailing, at least you might get to talk to him now, even if it only worsened the ache in your heart.

~❊~

Steve skipped third block.

The entire school seemed to be talking about why—or at least, his entire gym class, who had told a story about Billy Hargrove getting in his face the entire basketball game, and then Nancy dragging him out of the class to "talk" about something. At first, everyone had assumed they were banging in the locker rooms, until somebody reminded them Nancy hadn't been in first block, and she never skipped, and that Steve usually drove her to school—but he hadn't missed first block. Then when he'd come back, upset and angry, from his talk with Nancy, people started to put a story together.

You weren't sure you wanted to believe the story, or the many versions of the story, that were floating around you chemistry class. It didn't line up with what you knew of Steve, or what you knew of his relationship with Nancy, most of which you heard straight from him.

But then again...

You shook yourself out of your head, your gaze straying back toward Steve's empty seat. You sighed, pulling your notebook toward you and copying down the notes on the board as neat as you could—undoubtedly you'd need to give them to Steve when he decided to come back to class.

But when your best friend came into the class, handing your teacher a doctor's note, her wide eyes already told you Steve wasn't coming back today.

She sat down beside you, hissing your name. You looked at her. "What? What's wrong?"

"Is there a reason I just saw Steve Harrington crying in his car?" she whispered to you.

Your eyes went huge. Whatever had happened between him and Nancy, it wasn't good. "Keep your voice down and don't tell anyone else about that," you said.

She flipped her notebook to a blank page and started writing. "You better fill me in on everything I missed today," she said.

"Obviously, but only once I know exactly what happened," you said. "Which means only once Steve tells me what happened. However long that takes."

~❊~

It became painfully clear that Steve didn't want to talk—to anyone. He snapped at anyone who tried to bring it up with him, and his mood was waspish. The situation was made worse by the rumors spread by Tommy and Carol—that Nancy had only been with Steve for his money and the sex; that she left because Steve wasn't good enough for her; that she was cheating on him with Jonathan.

You knew that the jibes about Jonathan hit Steve a little too close to home. The same rumor had circulated last year when Will and Barb went missing, but this time, you were almost positive they were true.

Nancy was entirely unbothered by the whole thing. Seeing her prance around with Jonathan, not caring that doing so was hurting Steve more than anything, made your blood boil.

On your way to the record store for another one of your slow closing shifts, a week after Steve skipped chem class, you saw the two of them walking together along the sidewalk. You rolled your eyes at them. You had once thought Nancy to be the luckiest girl in the world: smart, pretty, and dating the hottest man Hawkins had to offer. Now you were certain she was the most careless, throwing it all away for a mediocre man.

Steve's car was in the store's parking lot when you arrived. You parked next to him, looking over to find him in the driver's seat, staring into his lap.

You got out and knocked on his window. "Steve? You okay?" He looked up, sporting red-rimmed eyes. You could hear Bob Seger's Comin' Home playing quietly on his radio. "Oh, Steve..."

Steve got out of his car. Voice quiet and rough, he asked, "Can I hang out for a while?"

"Yeah," you said. "Whatever you need."

His lip trembled. "A...a hug?" His voice as meek and barely there. But you heard it and the request made your heart break. You enveloped him in a tight hug, letting him soften into your hold. You remained that way until Steve decided he was done, not caring how many of your classmates walked by, staring in wonder at Steve clinging to you, new gossip already burning on their tongues.

~❊~

A good day meant boppier music at the record store as soon as you started your shift and shoved your coworker from the mid-afternoon shift out the door. So you swapped out all the mellow music in the stack of records beside your record player with music with a good beat that you could dance to while you restocked and reshelved.

Not even half an hour into your shift, the Naked Eyes record spun into Always Something There To Remind Me. You turned up the volume as high as you could without destroying the speakers and being chewed out by your managers, singing along and dancing by yourself while you worked.

"Well, how can I forget you, girl? When there is always something there to remind me!" You finished stacking your records in the aisle and turned back for a new pile. "Always something there to remind me. I was born to love her, and I'll never be free, you'll always be a part of— Steve!" You careened into his chest, grateful you weren't holding anything, because it all would have dropped to the floor. Steve's arms looped around you, stopping you from falling. "Don't sneak up on me, you scared me!"

"The doorbell rung!"

"Well, I didn't hear it!" You finally looked up at him, heart beating wildly out of your chest at the feeling of his chest against yours, his arms around your waist. You realized he looked downright miserable. "What happened?"

He sighed. "Remember how I said I was gonna try and patch things up with Nance?"

"Yeah..."

Steve's lower lip started to tremble. "It...it didn't go well."

Your heart dropped to your feet. "Oh, Steve, I'm...I'm so sorry."

He sniffled. "It's, uh, it's over. She...she doesn't love me, has never loved me, I'm still bullshit, and she's been sleeping with Jonathan. So..." He heaved a heavy sigh. "It's over. Completely, totally, officially over."

"Steve," you whispered. "I'm so sorry, honey. Is there anything I can do?"

He smiled, lips trembling and eyes watering. "Change the song?" The words came out with a little hiccup and a laugh.

You realized what the song was about. "Oh! Yeah, sure, right—sorry. It's such an upbeat song in the actual music, I didn't even think about the words!" You untangled yourself from his arms to change the record. "What are you in the mood for?"

"Nothing romantic, please," he said, sitting down on your stool. "And, after you're done..."

You looked at him, sensing his hesitation. "Yeah?"

"Can I have another hug?"

You smiled at him, looping your arms around his back where he sat. He fell into you, burying his head in your shirt. "Of course, Steve."

You held onto Steve as tightly as he held onto you, praying he wouldn't notice the fast beat of your heart while he wallowed in his grief. It was a strange feeling, for Steve to be hiding from the world, form Nancy, from his broken heart in your arms, all while you harbored a horribly deep crush on him and a secret, guilty delight that it was over with Nancy.

"I just..." Steve huffed, clearly trying his best not to sob into your shirt. "I don't know where I went wrong. I don't know why I wasn't good enough."

Without really meaning to, you put your hand in Steve's hair. "Does there need to be a reason? Some people just aren't meant for each other, Steve."

Steve looked up at you with his red rimmed eyes, tears on his lash line. He hesitated a moment and then said, "If I tell you something...promise me you won't just...laugh at me."

Your heart broke for him. How many times had he told Tommy or Carol or, what the hell, even Nancy something, only to be laughed at, for him to ask that of you? "Of course I won't laugh at you, Steve." You squeezed his shoulder. "Why would I laugh at you?"

He didn't answer your question. "I know it sounds...ridiculous, but...I just—" He sighed. "I thought Nancy was the one. I've never been happier with a girl before, and she was honest, she was smart, she was determined, she had goals, she was nothing like the girls I was with before, and she made me feel alive! I thought for sure that I was... That I was maybe gonna spend the rest of my life with her."

You bit your lip. "There was no maybe about it, was there, Steve?"

He sighed, letting his head fall back into you. You muffled your grunt as he hid his face in your stomach, his arms sliding up your back and hold you closer to him. "No," he mumbled into the fabric of your shirt.

You smoothed your hand through his perfect hair and kissed the top of his head. You froze, hearing his tiny intake of breath. "Oh, I'm...I'm sorry, that was kind of...automatic, I guess?"

Steve peeked up at you and tugged you closer to his body until your feet hit the legs of your stool he was perched on. "It's okay. Um... Can you...keep doing that? With my hair?" Pink tinged his skin. "If you don't mind."

"I don't mind," you whispered, rubbing your fingers across his scalp. He sighed, pushing into your touch. Heat bloomed across your body.

"Sorry," he whispered. "I know this is...weird. But, um, Nancy never... Never really touched me or— Or held me or anything, so..."

"You don't have to explain yourself," you whispered. "Not to me, not to anyone. Okay?"

"Okay," he agreed, slowly relaxing in your arms.

"I've got you, Steve," you assured him. "I've got you."

~❊~

Before he'd even pulled into the parking lot, Steve was mentally apologizing to you. You'd told him time and time again when he visited you while you were working that you enjoyed your slow closing shifts. It meant there was no one to bother you while you were in the middle of a restock, making you forget where you were; it meant there was no one to complain about the music you played, so you could listen to whatever you wanted; it meant your final hour was spent just closing up shop instead of shooing customers out the door—except for Steve, who had become a regular and always stayed until you left, sometimes to give you a ride home and other times just to have a friend around.

But today, he wasn't coming alone. His car was full to bursting with young children: Dustin, Max, Lucas, Mike, and Will, all of whom he'd been tasked with picking up from their after school activities for the day. He had tried to get them to go home quickly, but his attempts to rush them out of his car had led them to discover that he was seeing a girl, which they all took the wrong way, of course.

Sort of.

Now that Steve was prowling the world alone again, he'd realized his initial estimation of you—pretty, smiley, shy with new people but confident with your friends—was right, but it was a muted reality compared to how you really were. It was like he'd been looking at you with sunglasses covering his eyes this whole time. Now that those glasses were gone, the record shop girl had become more than just his best friend.

And he was really hoping the kids were not about to point that out.

As per usual, you were playing Bob Seger when Steve pushed the door open. He'd yet to figure out if you played Bob Seger so much when he came to visit because you loved Bob Seger, or if you had (correctly) pinned Steve as a fan.

(Not that Steve had ever told anyone he was a fan; he let them think the only reason he even knew about his music was because of Carol's obsession with Risky Business.)

You weren't at your desk like Steve had expected; you were carrying a huge stack of records in your arms, shelving them as you walked along the rows, singing along to Sunspot Baby without a care in the world.

"Sunspot baby," you sang. "She sure had a real good time."

"I looked in Miami, I looked in Negril," Steve joined in. You turned with a grin, heading back to your desk. "The closest I came was a month old bill."

You noticed the kids as you put down your stack. "You brought company today, I see."

Steve gave you a look while the kids were still behind him. You stifled a giggle. "Uh, yeah, these are the kids. Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Will Byers, and Mike Wheeler."

Dustin walked straight up to your desk. "So you're the girl Steve talks about all the time?"

"All the time, huh?" you said, smiling in a way that suggested you were sure Dustin was exaggerating.

"Every time we see him," Mike groaned. You stared at the younger Wheeler in surprise.

"Oh, really? Is that so, Steve?" you teased.

He rolled his eyes, unable to stop his blush. "Sorry to interrupt your quiet shift. They wanted to stop in and grab some records."

"No we didn't—we just wanted to meet you," Lucas said. Steve's calm expression became painfully forced.

The young redhead snorted. "Speak for yourself." She looked up at you expectantly. "Do you have any David Bowie?"

You grinned. "I like you, you have good taste. Back side of the first row."

Max grinned and dragged Lucas with her.

You looked back at Steve. "Do you have enough room in your car for one more?"

"Need a ride when you leave?"

You nodded.

"Yeah, I've got room. I'll just make the kids rearrange."

You laughed. "You don't have to do that," you insisted.

Steve leaned across the counter. "Don't worry about it—I want to. I'd feel terrible if I left you to get home on your own."

You smiled at him, noticing Dustin nudging Mike and Will and pointing in your direction out of the corner of your eye.

~❊~

Somehow, the kids' presence lightened up the rest of your shift. Time passed quickly with them there, adventuring through the store and asking you question after question about the vinyls lining the walls.

You waved off Steve as he tried to get the kids to leave you alone. "They're fine, Steve. It's okay. You wanna help me get everything packed up? I've gotta lock up soon."

"Oh, yeah, sure." Steve took the vinyl off the record player and slipped it back into its case. He glanced over his shoulder and called to the kids, "Hey, guys! We're gonna head out soon."

You ran through your closing tasks as quickly as you could, anxious to head home for the night.

"Alright, everybody out. Got everything?" you asked, ushering the kids to the door and taking out the key. You set the alarm system for the building and locked the door behind you.

Steve put a hand on your back. Warmth bloomed through you from where he touched you. "You're all ready to go?"

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

The kids opened the doors of Steve's car, jumping in quickly. Dustin made his way to the passenger's seat. Steve stopped him, gently shoving him toward the back seat with everyone else.

"Hey—move it, Henderson, she's got the passenger's seat."

You stared at Steve. "No, no, it's okay, he can—"

Steve shook his head, holding open the door for you. "Come on, it's fine, just..." He gestured into the car. The kids whispered and giggled at him. He sent them a glare and Dustin's annoyed face shifted into a gleeful smirk.

You got in the front seat, unaware of the glances being exchanged in the back or the glare Steve was giving them.

"Seat belts!" Steve said as he got into the driver's seat. You giggled at him as the kids groaned. You caught the way his face lit up when he looked at you, and butterflies tickled your insides.

Once the kids had listened and all were buckled, Steve pulled out of the parking lot and started his way through Hawkins, dropping them off one-by-one: Will first, on the outskirts of town, his mother waiting at the door; Max, who was relieved the Camaro wasn't in the driveway; Dustin next, his new cat sitting on the front step; Lucas, who was immediately met with his snarky young sister; Mike last, Nancy already at the door—saying goodbye to Jonathan.

You glanced at Steve. "You alright?"

Steve looked at you, releasing a deep sigh. "I'm okay," he said. "I...I'm doing better now."

"Good," you said. "You deserve it."

Steve gave you a curious look before he said, "Let's get you home, right?"

"Right."

And if Steve drove slower the whole way back to yours compared to driving the kids home, you weren't going to say anything.

When he got back to your house, Steve pulled into the driveway and sighed. "Well. Home sweet home," he said.

You looked at Steve with a smile. "Thanks for the ride home." You picked up the bag you had put on the ground. You got out, then stopped yourself before you could close the door. You crouched to look at him in the car. "Hey, Steve?"

"Yeah?" Was it just your imagination, or did he sound nervous?

You took a deep breath. Now or never.

"I talk about you all the time, too."

For a moment, Steve processed your words. Then his eyes went wide. Hope bloomed on his slack-jawed face. "You..." He bit his lip, holding back a smile. "You mean that you..."

"Yes, Steve," you said, voice quiet. "Always have. Just ask my friends—they'll give away my secrets just as quickly as Dustin gave away yours." You drummed your fingers against the roof of his car. "Do with that what you will. It's up to you if...you want to even acknowledge it or not." You closed his door and started for your front door.

A door squeaked and then slammed shut moments later; running steps approached you.

"Wait!"

You turned as Steve's hand fell on your shoulder, pulling you close to him. He yanked your body close to his, his arms sliding around you, his hands gripping your shoulder blades. For a split second, you reveled in his hug, noticing the difference in it, relishing in the love in his arms instead of the misery.

Those few seconds became nothing as Steve pulled back. You gave a sound of protest, quickly squashed by Steve's lips.

Your heart had stopped beating, but was simultaneously pounding. You moved on instinct, looping your arms around his shoulders, yanking him down to you. Never once did your lips part from his as the two of you grappled to hold each other in the best way possible.

Thunder boomed overhead. You gasped, pulling apart.

"Was it supposed to storm?" you asked.

"I didn't think so," Steve said.

You kissed him again. Steve smiled into the kiss.

"You should get home before it pours," you whispered against his lips. But neither of you made any move to let go of each other.

Steve adjusted so that his head was against yours, his mouth at your temple. "See you tomorrow in class, then?"

You hummed. "Yeah. Tomorrow."

Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I don't wanna leave."

You looked up at the sky, watching the already-grey skies grow darker as storm clouds rolled in. "We're going to get soaked if we stay out here, Steve."

Steve squeezed you tightly. "Tomorrow, then." He kissed your forehead again. "I'll see you tomorrow...sweetheart."

You beamed at the nickname while Steve blushed while he gave you the moniker.

"And to think," you whispered. "You'd known me all this time, but this? This happened all because you stopped in my store one day."

Steve hugged you tight to his chest. "I wish I'd noticed you before, sweetheart, really I do."

You kissed him. "Well, you've noticed me now." Light rain started, dusting Steve's hair until it sparkled. "Now go, before that pretty hair of yours gets ruined."

He grinned, brushing his hand through it. "I knew you liked my hair."

"Always have." You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "Always will."

☞ ❊ ☜

Stranger Things // Steve Harrington

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"Oh, so we DO love Steve..." | PART III

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Steve Harrington x Bauman!fem!reader enemies to lovers, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, S2-S4, post S4 universe hot-take, end-of-the-world / dystopian setting, ugly fights turned smut (...but with hella plot). 18+

CHAPTER WARNINGS: mega plot-driven smut ahead in this part of the story. you've been warned. MINORS, DNI. 18+

***

Despite everything, you and Steve both get through battling Vecna. You both grin and bear it. You both set aside your differences when the moment calls for it.

Just like you have before. Many times.

And in the midst of it all, you can't help but wonder about your uncle. How he's doing. If he's somewhere in his bunker still, hopefully drinking less (ideally, not at all) and keeping up his phone calls with Joyce. You'd told her to keep tabs on him, and you also told your uncle to keep tabs on her. They needed each other. You had the kids and the teens, but they needed each other. And sure, your uncle has you. Always. But you have to work, and babysit, and hang around a guy who hates your guts because the circumstances won't permit otherwise.

Eddie and Robin really stick up for you. They do. They really like you. Steve can’t stand it.

Even Nancy doesn’t mind you. Honestly, she’s scared of you more than anything. Steve doesn’t care.

The kids love you. Steve won’t make them hate you. He never would. But he won’t endorse their kind sentiments about you either.

More groups are formed, along with more plans. Scary, life-threatening plans.

You stay behind with Dustin and Eddie, knowing that Steve is quietly a basket case over the concept leaving Dustin alone without having him there to protect him from all this shit, the way he has before. With the demodogs, the Russians, and everything up to this point. That kid is his brother. His son.

It’s the only time that Steve tells you thank you.

And he sincerely means it.

By the grace of some unspeakable force, you manage to not only keep Dustin alive...but also Eddie. The bats have done their damage, and you've got some damage yourself. Though not nearly as bad as Eddie. You can withstand yours with adrenaline and the sheer need to protect one of your kids and get this metalhead back to the real world so that he can get proper medical attention.

When Steve and the girls all get back to the three of you there, after all the shit hits the fan - you, Steve, Nancy, Robin and Dustin all manage to get Eddie back across the gate and get him majorly patched up. Thanks to Dr. Owens.

You keep Eddie hidden at Murray's bunker. You're shocked to find it empty, your worry growing more every single minute. But Steve tries to assure you that your uncle is likely fine, probably just out to eat or something. However... even he knows that is not true. Murray does not go anywhere.

"Bauman," he's saying to you, softly. So softly. Softer than he's ever spoken to you once. "He's gonna be okay. I promise. We're here, alright?"

Two days later, Jonathan and his Cali crew all show up. Nancy and him are reunited.

And you watch Steve break.

He doesn’t let it show, not really. But you see it. Both you and Robin do. You let her comfort him. He needs his best friend, much more than he needs you. Especially in this situation. You are undoubtedly the last source of comfort for him in this specific instance.

You reunite with your Uncle Murray, who has returned with Joyce and — to your surprise — a very much alive Hopper.  It’s a beautiful reunion, as you all hug tightly. 

You all fucking lived, bitch.

Given the new flurry of debris-snow-shit in the air, you all end up having to take shelter.

Steve volunteers his house, given that his parents fled to their vacation home and he told them he wasn’t going. They ditch him, so he has the house all to himself. This time, he doesn’t have to be alone though.  He has his real family.

You all move into the Harrington House. Lord knows it’s big enough. But it’s also really tight, for two people who can’t stand each other unless there’s a really ugly monster guy waltzing around that needs to be killed along with his multi-species army of little uglies.

Given the close quarters, on top of the fact that you all can’t leave the house much unless it’s for supplies, you and Steve have no choice but to coexist.

He still resents you, especially seeing Nancy and Jonathan are now getting along again and seem to be doing better. But it's much more subdued now, and you both find a way to talk. Which happens mainly because of you, initiating.

You learn more about Steve's home life, given the pictures everywhere throughout the house. They're all pretty stiff, lacking warmth. You figured that Steve was a pretty lonely trust fund baby, and being that you're a lonely child you can relate to the loneliness that comes with that. Not the trust fund part. Just the only-child-syndrome part, which you know perfectly well forces you to either become very well acquainted with yourself...or hate yourself even more. Steve clearing did not lean into becoming his own source of reliability and companionship, the way that you did. And it made you understand him better. It made you understand why he needed to be around the likes of Carol and Tommy H. He did not know how to be alone with himself.

"I think my dad and I don't even like the same beer," Steve scoffs, allowing himself a humorless chuckle. You don't laugh with him, instead giving him a soft look. An apology with your eyes.

"And my mom, she just...I dunno. Sometimes, I wonder why she never left him."

You let Steve reveal as little or as much as he wants to. It just depends on the day.

The two of you watch out for the kids. You both go with them to visit Max in the hospital. You even initiate finding a way to get her to stay there while in a coma, thanks to enlisting the help of your uncle to help enlist the help of Dr. Owens. The kids love you for that.

Steve doesn’t love you… But he appreciates you.

A lot. He's beginning to find appreciation for you, for a lot of things.

Your uncle clocks the very niche tension between the two of you, now that you’re all under the same roof and he’s given no choice but to.

And damn, it makes him curious. He is, after all, the witch doctor of love…

Nevertheless, Murray takes his time choosing when to strike.

As you and Steve both help nurse Eddie back to health, and read to Max in her coma (which leads to both of you just simply talking), and make the kids laugh together, and even make conversation with Nancy and Jonathan (…it’s very double date ish) Murray watches his niece — and mannnnnn, is he amuuuuuused.

One night, you and Steve stay up to share some drinks with the adults. It’s the first time that the two of you actually make each other really laugh, heartily. The drinks help.

That’s sort of Murray’s plan. Vodka is, after all, the holy grail.

Even Eddie joins, along with Robin. But Steve sits next to you. Not his best friend, or the new friend he’s made in the metalhead. Nope, he sits his perfect, hunky ass that makes all the ladies drool right next to little ole you.

And damn, do you both laugh.

Murray’s never seen you laugh that hard with anyone in his life. He wonders if you’ve ever laughed that way at all. 

And the way that Harrington looks at you?  Especially when you’re not looking… Holy shit. 

And the way you look at him the same way... makes Murray grin ear to ear like a mischievous kid with the plan to wreak havoc.

Hopper and Joyce are so settled into their relationship, and Jonathan seems to be winning back the love of Nancy. Eddie and Robin are so single it hurts, but it's legendary too. And you? Steve? Well, you guys are mortal enemies. And yet somehow, sitting here in the Harrington's living room with glasses of chilled vodka, belly-laughing over anything -- you and Steve exude more chemistry than all of them combined.

So when everyone goes to bed, and Murray catches you alone, he grills you. Not like the others. Nah, you’re family. He’ll cut you some slack.

…not much, though.

It sobers you right up.

"Do not tell me for one second that you don't think he's gorgeous," your uncle is saying in a low voice. You're both standing in his bedroom, having fetched him a tall glass of water which turned out just be a way to fucking lure you into his witchdoctor trap.

"I love you Uncle Murray. I really do. But this theory? -- is not one of your other bullseye's."

"Face it, kiddo," your uncle is smirking. "Your uncle's never wrong. You're just never the one on the other end of his lectures when he's making astute observations. You're always contributing to it. But this time? You're the leading lady, darling."

"False."

"You like Steve."

"Murray...!"

"You like Steve..."

You try to tell your uncle that everything he is saying is nonsense. Steve hates you. He absolutely hates you. Loathes and despises you, and plans to do so until you’re all particles of dust. 

“Plus, he is so fucking annoying and whiny and entitled and has zero self respect unless it’s up against someone who calls him out for his shit,” you tell your uncle, gesturing to yourself on the last part. “Steve Harrington is a cocky guy who would just rather suffer in his own misery than ever see or lean into being this...this incredible man that he's...capable of being, the role model he has become to those kids, who love him, they love the human most deserving of being put first —”

.................

…oh fuck.

The silence is deafening. Murray’s smirk and all-knowing glare only adds to your being aware of what you just said to him, and admitted to yourself, out loud.

“Oh…oh so we do love Steve.”

Your uncle’s words are the cherry on top of the cake you just baked, and didn’t know you had the ingredients to make.

You don’t sleep that night.

***

The next morning, you and Steve both sit with Max.

"Wondering what she wrote in yours?"

Steve is nodding at the stack of letters on the bedside table. You all left them there, promising yourselves not to open them. Because she will wake up.

Lucas took it hard, Max dying. You'd been there to hold him, comfort him, along with Steve. You both watched him burst into tears numerous times, sometimes sobbing uncontrollably, despite the fact that she was somehow still here. It broke both your hearts, but you both got through it with him. Together.

And while the other kids were taking it hard too...so fucking hard...it was Steve who carried the most guilt. Remorse, anguish and guilt.

"I failed my kid," Steve had told you at the hospital once. You looked at him with a furrowed brow and concerned eyes.

"Steve, no you didn't."

His voice shook, eyes drowning in nightmarish thoughts. "I wasn't there for her. I wasn't -- wasn't..."

"You could never fail those kids. Not even if you tried."

He didn't believe you. But he wanted to. You had squeezed his hand that day, sitting in the waiting room. And to your surprise, not only did he let you...but he squeezed it back, letting your hands rest that way for an hour as you fell asleep in the seats before being woken up.

And now, sitting in one of his guest rooms while Max lay asleep in the coma still, you can see that guilt in him is spreading.

Steve is holding the letter that she gave to him, and you ask him if he’s wanting to read it.

Steve snorts. "God, you kidding? She'll wake up just to kill me before going right back to sleep."

You smirk, biting back a real laugh. “True.”

But Steve looks conflicted. He fiddles with the letter in his hands, wanting to tear it open. You know that he does.

“…want me to read it out loud to you instead? She can kill me in your place.”

Steve chuckles at that.

...but he doesn’t say no.

In fact, after biting his lip for a minute and thinking, he finds himself nodding. Yes. Please, read it to me, he’s thinking.

So you do.

You take the letter and read it to him. You read him the words that only a little sister could write to a big brother who she loves and wishes she will grow up to be like. You read him words that make him light up like a Christmas tree, yet cause him a painful ache deep within his bones. You read him a letter of love that no one ever took the time to write, let alone express, to him his entire life.

Steve fights tears. He bites them back, successfully. You’re the last person he ever wants to see him vulnerable. Hell, he can’t even see himself like that without judging his own self harshly. He can only imagine that you will, too.

He doesn’t know, though, that not only would you never judge him for that. But selfishly, you wish he would feel safe with you. Or God, someone at least. Just not Nancy.  Someone who deserves him wholeheartedly.

"Steve," you speak softly.

He's staring into space, zoned out. But then, he finally looks over at you. He sees the kindness in him, and it almost takes his breath away. The way that you look at him...he just never thought you could...that you could --

"You're all of these things. Everything she wrote in this? You're all of it. And then some. You're the hero all those kids dream of being when they grow up. You're their favorite person. The one they trust, go to for everything. Even if you don't think that they do, they do."

He listens, unable to move. Speak. Breathe.

"You are...a great person, Steve Harrington."

***

That night, there’s a knock on your door. You’ve been given the guest room upstairs with no bunk mate. Unlike most of the people in the house. But given that Joyce and Hopper are together now, and El sleeps in Max’s room to keep watch, the four younger boys share a room with Eddie, Nancy is with Jonathan, Erica sleeps at her own house and Robin shares Steve’s room since she splits her time here and at home — you and Murray got the solo rooms.

Steve is now grateful for those sleeping arrangements tonight.

Because when you open the door, he’s on the other side. He looks sad, conflicted and lost. Like his mind is racing at a million miles an hour, yet can’t think of anything to say. He’s tongue tied, just staring at you expectantly…

What is he expecting?

“What’s wrong?” you ask. “Is it Max?”

Something about your question makes Steve brows pinch together. Like it’s suddenly confusing him even more. But he doesn’t speak.

You wait patiently. But truth be told, you are anxious as fuck. Because damn, he’s pretty. He is so stupid pretty. And fuck it’s annoying. His lips are just the right shape in a pout, and it’s really fucking annoy —

His lips are crashing into yours before you can even finish dissecting them.

Steve is kissing you like life depends on it. Gentle at first, but eager. Determined.

And when you both pulls back -- you don’t hesitate for more than a solid 2-3 seconds, your eyes shocked while his eyes silently ask, is this okay?

Your lips crashing back against his answers — yes.

Steve is a hurricane of both madness and all things serene in the ways that he touches your body. He explores your skin with his lips and hands, as if he has all the time in the world. The curve of your jaw and neck. The jut of your collarbones. The feel of your clavicle, which leads him to the shape of your tits and nipples. He cherishes your body, hungrily exploring it. It’s heated, hot and heavy. He licks a stripe down your abdomen to the waistband of your sweatpants. The way his brown irises look up at you, all round and doe eyed, makes the back of your throat groan with need. It’s not loud or brash, nor is it strained and quiet. It’s soft but certain. Steve melts at it, his fingers curling one by one around the band of your sweatpants, his eyes still asking — please?

You’re nodding without even having to hear a word out of him. And Steve pulls.

Euphoria is the feeling of Steve’s tongue exploring your folds. It’s the sound of him sighing into your portal in pure pleasure, and the way he sucks your clit with fervency yet flicks it with supple patience. His hands knead into your thighs, one of them reaching to squeeze your hips so that he can pull himself up to you and let you taste yourself on his tongue. He wraps an arm underneath your waist, hooking you to him, asking in the breathiest of whimpers, “Please let me, angel.”

He’s getting a fistful of your hair into one of his big hands, adoring the way that you squeak a yelp. You suck on his tongue, hard, and it’s enough to drive him mad. He pins himself against you, grinding. But you sit up, keeping your bodies glued together and now using your teeth to tug on his lip and paralyze him in pure ecstasy. You take the opportunity to slide your teeth and tongue down his jaw and neck, trailing pecks and kisses along the way, and the throaty whimper he lets out makes you see stars behind your hooded eyes as you drag your tongue down his chest. The wet stripe you’re leaving glides down to his toned abdomen’s bunny trail, and as you curl your fingers around his sweatpants, you pause… letting your lips press the most fluttery of kisses to each of his scars.

Steve can’t help the shudders, sighs and whimpers that escape his lips, along with your name. It’s raw, uncensored.  He clutches your hand, which you extend up to him in a greedy grab as you slowly work his pants down with your other hand. You hook your fingers onto his chin, forcing him to let go of your hand in his and look down at you. He does, and it’s game over. You watch him and never break eye contact as you use both hands to push down his briefs…

…and thank God for that — because otherwise, you would see just what you’re up against as far as pleasuring him goes.

You feel the tip of his hard length tap your chin, and you scoot farther down into the mattress — on your knees like a perfect angel. Your tongue plays with its head, tasting the tang of his pre-cum, and Steve is shaking so hard he can’t stand it. He clenches his jaw, gritting out blissful curses through his teeth. “Fuck, baby, fuck.”

You take in the intense length of him, pleasuring him until he is touching the back of your throat and nearly gagging you senseless, and the mess he is up above you — it sends your mind into a tailspin. He has never looked so pretty, eyes squeezed shut except when he’s glancing back down at you with more fondness and adoration than you ever thought possible from not only a man who hates you…but any man at all.

And when Steve is just about to cum, he begins to beg. “P-please. Wait, please.”

His hands urgently cup your jaw, forcing you to look back up at him and cease your sickeningly perfect work. He pulls, and you follow. He drinks you in with his gaze, staring into your soul, as if he’s trying to figure you out. He stares and stares, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, his brown eyes searching yours like you are the most beautiful mystery he has ever needed to solve. He looks as though he might ask you something. Say something...

But he dives in to kiss you again before he lets himself.

His hand wraps around the bend of one of your knees, tugging it up so that he can hook your leg around his waist. Then he does it to the other. And before you know it, you’re straddling him.

“Fuck, Bauman, please,” Steve Harrington groans into your mouth. Then softer, murmuring against your lips as he kisses them endlessly, “please let me, please.”

And you know what he is asking. You know what he wants. You don’t have to even think twice. Lifting yourself up, lining him with your entrance, he stretches you out and the euphoric sting of it sucks the air right out of you. And Steve.

Steve is winded by the feeling of how tight your walls are, and by just how right it feels to be inside of you. You both fit. Like a perfect match.

At this point, you’re both a frenzy of fucking. You ride him – slow, hard, fast, all of it. Steve keens into your mouth, then your neck as he buries his face there — completely overwhelmed. You hold his head there, comfortingly and securely, and so fucking perfectly as your fingers tug at the ends of his perfect hair.

“I’ve got you, baby,” your voice shakes in a breathy whisper, just for him. “Let it all go.”

And Steve does. His fingers dig into the curve of your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he presses the loud growl of his climax into your bare shoulder. He releases himself into you, hot and loaded, and you drip just as much onto him as he just shot into you.

As if that wasn’t enough to send you reeling — enough to make you see angels and devils and god — it’s the way that Steve shudders against you, catching his breath…and then pulls back to look at you…that renders you speechless.

His hairline leaks sweat, his face beaded with it. His eyelids are hooded, the dark brown irises dazed and daring to meet your gaze. His lips are parted perfectly — and the way he looks up at you with his tousled hair, somehow still perfect after it’s been pulled and messed with, is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Steve Harrington is so fucking beautiful.  He’s an all-American boy, yet a Greek god.

The way that Steve gently brings your forehead to his, breathing against you, closing his eyes at the contact — you find yourself timidly nuzzling the tip of your nose to his. And you feel him smile against you, opening your eyes just enough to steal a peek — and that’s when you feel a deep ache in your heart and soul that might as well kill you.

Because now you realize. That is love. 

Steve is love.

But you let it die inside of you tonight, not wanting to make this moment end any sooner than it has to. Instead, you let Steve entangle his limbs with yours, not daring to ask if he wants to stay. Because if you do, he’ll likely leave. He’ll realize that being in bed with you is the last place that he wants to be, and that he’s made a mistake. He’ll go back to hating you, more than he already does, and it will be the death of you. So instead, you just let it ride out however it’s supposed to.

You try not to count the minutes as Steve absentmindedly traces circles with his fingertips on your skin. Your hip bones, your shoulder blades, your spine. You tell yourself to forget that time and its limits exist as you stroke the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck, your temple against his forearm, his outer arm draped over you. You tell yourself that this is it. This is heaven. This is eternity. You tell yourself even if you wake up and it’s just a dream, you’ll remember it for as long as you live. Because on the other side of death is this, and it will never end.

You let that ease your mind as he presses his lips to your forehead and you no longer fight sleep.

So when you do wake up…and find that Steve is still there…you’re shocked. But you stay that way until he wakes. He looks at you in awestruck wonder. Not confusion or regret. Just…wonder.

He props himself up on an elbow, still looking at you, deep in thought. All you can do is stare back, wishing you knew what the hell he was thinking but not daring to ask. It wasn’t worth risking this.  You stay that way for a little while.

He finally breathes a sigh, whispering, “Kids will be up soon.”

You give him a soft smile and gentle nod. You can already see Dustin waking up to go knock down Steve’s door, and that’s…not gonna end well if he finds out that Steve is walking out of your room instead.

Steve contemplates god-knows-what for another long moment before pressing a quick kiss into your hairline as he rises.

You watch him stand and dress himself, your heart throbbing at the way he looks in the early morning light streaming through the windows. His body is god-like. Tall, lean and athletic. His skin has the most beautiful constellation of moles that put the entire galaxy of stars to shame. And you ache at the thought of never being able to touch them again.

He gives you a soft grin after he throws his t-shirt back on, and before you know it he’s gone.

You lay there staring at nothing, feeling yourself leak a couple of silent tears and wondering why. You find yourself afraid to get up and face whatever new reality lies ahead of you on the other side of that door. 

***

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nancy sucking/eating (?) (idk a better word for this lol) you and steve’s cum out of you while he prepares a shower for all three of you :)

gujhhhhh.

and steves left you a mess truly. fucked you on his knees with big hands hooked under your thighs to guide you back and forth over his fat cock.

the real kicker had been the hand at your hip that wad tangled together with nancys, sometimes moving their intertwined fingers over your tummy as steve fucked you good and hard. "gonna pump you so full, baby. such a sweet cunt for us- so glad nancy brought you home for us to fuck like this- shit."

he'd filled you to the brim, leaning his hairy chest over yours to give you a messy kiss as he calmed down. he always got really into fucking you raw.

now he's filling a bath for you, knowing your muscles will need to be soothed. you're compliant and limp as nancy stretches out next to you lazily like a cat, dancing her fingers down your tummy.

you turn to her, "do you need me to-?" you're out of commission really but you'll let her sit on your face if she needs to cum too.

she just shakes her head, biting her lip as she slinks down the mattress between your splayed sticky thighs. her hands are so soft on your skin.

"i want to eat you out." she says almost shyly. she's usually confident in the bedroom but she looks almost bashful now, tenderly parting the folds of your sex to see where steves cum seeps out of your wet hole. "i know that's gross- its just. i love you both so much. i wanna taste you guys together. Is that- is that too much?"

you're really too damn fucking spoiled by these people.

you shake your head. "n-no. s'not gross nance. want you too. look so pretty when you lick me."

"steve's going to want another round when he sees," she grins, back to being herself. "gonna have to clean this princess cunt alot, hm?"

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[love-toxin]

mh........being Nancy and Steve's baby/house/petsitter.....getting lewded on by both parties when the other is away.....Nancy bringing home little toys like bullet vibrators and nipple clamps and such to try on you so she can "test them out for her hubby".....Steve sitting you on his face as an apology when he comes home late from work, and fingering you when he gets up early while everyone is still sleeping, as some stress relief before he starts the day.....and you feel so guilty letting them touch you without knowing that the other is doing the same, and for not being able to tell them even though you've got no idea they're co-ordinating their time with you to get the most out of it.....and to seduce you into being their little plaything rather than just the cute, irresistable little sitter.

[lokislittlemidgardian]

We've got you angel

Content - accidental regression, overwhelmed reader, sound sensitive reader, mommy!nancy, daddy!steve, dummy use, soft toys, blankets, newspaper room, auntie robin being platonic cg for a little while, colouring in, Eddie and Jason having a punch up. Slight angst turned fluff.

Summary - one day you regress at school without one of the items you need, but mommy and daddy save the day

Authors note - I love mommy!nancy she would just be so soft aghh, filling in for a request, I could actually see this scenario as I was writing it, hope you enjoy!

Why did everyone in this school have this mindset that you needed to shout everything?

Even in class people would just start shouting out answers to the teacher unexpectedly then that caused your teachers to shout, god you couldn’t go a day without getting unexpectedly jump scared.

You were currently sitting at your normal lunch table with your friends, they were discussing the ups and downs of a film that had just been released on tape robin thought she had the upper hand because she worked at the video shop which was beginning to start a playful argument. Normally the situation would have been hilarious to you but you weren’t really listening you were trying to stop yourself from slipping.

You were doing quite well you had been at the edge for a while but on the whole you were managing to control it, that was until a fight broke out.

Looking over your shoulder you saw a boy with long dark hair fighting a blonde boy in a basketball jacket, there was already too much shouting and it really didn’t help when almost everyone in the room started chanting “FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT.”

Robin noticed your eyes becoming cloudy and your demeanour change and immediately sprung into action, “come on sweetie come with me” she said holding her hand out for you to take “where are we going?” You asked curiously “we’re going too see your mommy” she softly whispered in your ear.

Robin walked quickly through the halls with you knowing that if she waited too long you could get really little and she only knew how to care for you when you were feeling a bit bigger. Once you had reached the door robin peeked inside too see how many people were in there luckily it was only Nancy. Pulling thee door open you both stepped inside.

“Mommy!” You exclaimed going to run down the stairs “Y/N be careful hold onto the railing hon!” Robin said worriedly taking your arm and placing it onto the black bar, Nancy came over to you instantly and helped you down “hi baby! There’s my favourite little girl” she said picking you up and twirling you around making you giggle.

“There was a fight at lunch and I think the noise might have overwhelmed her” robin said stroking the back of your head “is that right honey?” Nancy asked you “don’t like noise mommy” You mumbled putting your face against her neck “oh baby I know, your safe here no loud noises I promise” she said walking over to the sofa at the side of the room “hey robin could you get her blanket and dummy out of my bag please?” She asked getting you a colouring in book and some pencils “sure”

“Um Nance?” “yeah?” “Can you come here for a sec?” Walking over to her Nancy noticed that robin had a mildly worried look on her face “what is it?” She questioned her “this is all that was in there” she said quietly holding up a dummy and your pink rabbit with floral fabric in the ears “what!” She whisper hissed rummaging through her bag. Oh god, she must have forgotten to put it back in after last night.

Taking a large sigh she constructed a plan.

“Okay robin I need you to call Steve and tell him to come and pick us up, but tell him that he has to sling by home first, tell him that her blanket is over the sofa okay?” Nancy didn’t think she had ever seen robin move so fast. Picking up your dummy and rabbit she plastered on a smile getting rid of her nervous expression and walked over to you.

In the time that she had been talking to robin you had regressed even further, not even arguing anymore about being a big girl and not needing your dummy like you normally did. “Hi angel” she said pulling you into her side you hummed out the sound of what you wanted to say the words not being able to come out of your mouth.

Looking around the sofa confused you hummed out “where’s blankie?” Oh god here we go.

Nancy was very gentle with the way she told you “it’s not here at the moment baby, but daddy is going to get it and I promise he’ll be here really soon, you let out a hiccup and rested your head on her shoulder “I know baby I know” said resting her hand on your head.

Wiping your tears with her sleeve she had an idea “baby bunny, how about you wear mommy’s jumper, would that tide you over until daddy gets here?” She watched as a small slime appeared on your face and you slowly nodded your head.

After pulling her jumper over her head she positioned you on her lap “arms up princess, arms up, there we go” she loved moments like this when you were just so precious and loving “where did my little angel go, where is she? She said when you were finding your head hole. When you suddenly popped up with a cheeky grin she gave you a big gasp “there she is!” She chuckled pulling you forward and giving you kisses on the top of your head.

Just then you both heard the banging of the two doors leading into the newspaper room.

“I’m here, I’m here!” Steve called running towards the two of you with your blanket in one hand and his keys in the other , he was out of breath.

He actually ran to give you your blanket.

“Dada!” You managed to squeak out “ahh, there’s my girl” he said picking you up and going you a kiss on the top of your nose. “Look at what I’ve got my love” he pulled your blanket out behind your back and placed it in your hands. You let out an excited squeal that had both of them cooing.

Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to go back to class in your current mindset the both of them decided to take you home, Nancy had finished most of the work she needed to get done anyway.

After Nancy strapped you into the car Steve got your dummy and placed it into your mouth smiling at how you started to close your eyes. Starting the car Steve looked back at the two of you in the rear view mirror. Nancy had decided to stay in the back seat with you in case you needed everything.

Both of them looked at you starting to fall asleep with one hang grasping your blanket and the other holding Nancy’s, how did they get so lucky.

A few seconds later Steve was thriving the three of you back home.

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