#steve harrington deserves the world

[idkimtiredanddumb]

Steve’s awful stuffy parents who never cared what he did so long as he maintained their image as The Harringtons come home early because something weird and terrible is happening in Hawkins and they should make an appearance and find their son in the living room, COVERED in grime and blood with a bat of nails by his side and a skinny messy haired metalhead boy on his lap SURROUNDED by kids calling him mom 

[vilentia]

Favorite Place to Be

Steve Harrington x reader

Steve Harrington couldn't believe his luck. He had fallen head over heels in love with you, and he couldn't be happier. You had been spending a lot of time together lately, and every moment with you was pure bliss.

As Steve invited you over to his place, he couldn't wait to spend some quality time with you. As soon as you arrived, he greeted you with a warm smile and led you to his bedroom. As you both sat down on the bed, Steve couldn't help but feel his heart rate increase with anticipation.

As you lay side by side, Steve felt a sense of contentment wash over him. He looked over at you and couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and safety in your arms. He wrapped his arms around you, and you snuggled closer to him. Steve loved the feeling of your body next to his, and he felt like he could stay there forever.

As you both looked into each other's eyes, Steve felt like he was lost in a world of his own. He couldn't help but stare into your eyes, and he loved the way you looked back at him. There was a sense of understanding and comfort between you both that made Steve feel like he could tell you anything.

As Steve wrapped his arms around you, he felt a sense of security that he had never felt before. He loved the way you fit into his embrace, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for having you in his life. Steve felt like he could stay there forever, lost in your gaze and wrapped in your arms.

Steve looked down at you and smiled. "You know, I could spend all day just like this," he said.

You smiled back at him. "Me too. This is my favorite place to be."

Steve kissed you on the forehead. "I'm glad," he said. "I love having you here with me."

As you both lay there, Steve listened intently, savoring every word that you said. He loved the sound of your voice and the way your eyes lit up when you talked about something that excited you. Steve knew that you were the kind of person who always looked for the best in others, and he admired that about you.

As you shared your thoughts and feelings with him, Steve felt a sense of intimacy that he had never experienced before. He felt honored that you trusted him enough to share your innermost thoughts and feelings with him. Steve knew that he could be completely himself around you, and he loved that feeling of freedom and comfort.

You both laughed and joked, and Steve couldn't help but feel grateful for having such an amazing person in his life. He was amazed by your wit and humor, and he loved the way you could always make him smile. Steve knew that life could be tough sometimes, but with you by his side, he felt like he could conquer anything.

As you both talked and shared your stories, Steve felt his heart swell with love and affection for you. He knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, sharing all of the ups and downs that life had to offer. In that moment, Steve felt like the luckiest person in the world to have you by his side.

The sun was setting, and the room was filled with a warm orange glow. Steve held you close, and you both watched as the sky turned from orange to pink to purple.

"This is so beautiful," you said, looking up at Steve.

"It is," he agreed. "But you know what's even more beautiful?"

"What?" you asked.

"You," he said, with a grin.

You laughed and playfully hit him on the arm. "Stop it, you're making me blush."

"I'm serious," Steve said, pulling you in for a kiss. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," you said, smiling at him.

As the night grew darker, you both drifted off to sleep, still in each other's embrace. It was a moment that Steve would cherish forever, and he knew that he was lucky to have you in his life.

[infinite-orangepeel]

steve harrington’s character redemption arc as told by the ancient greek definitions for the 7 types of love

note: i’ve taken creative liberty with the definition of “philautia” to better fit steve’s narrative, im interpreting it as a more narcissistic type of self-love than acceptance of self, here

[very-feral-lesbian]

it happened one night a few weeks after eddie finally got the all clear from the sketchy government doctors.

it was around 11:30p.m and he was just now cleaning up dinner since wayne had just left for work, when he heard a knock. he was skeptical at first, obviously, he wasn't hawkins biggest fan at the moment.

he snuck a peek through the window of the kitchen.

first he saw the car, a BMW. it wasn't often that this side of town saw a BMW. much less the newest model, in burgundy of all colors. that was until he started coming around.

eddie walked around the kitchen to the door, drawing in a quick breath before opening the door. and there he stood.

steve harrington, hawkins resident king boy. the guy everyone wants standing on eddie's doorstep. in his classic polo and stupid tight light-wash jeans. but eddie could tell something was up.

he was able to read steve better since they had gotten closer when eddies world was rocked and he figured out that dnd wasn't so much of a fantasy game as much as it was a reflection of the truth of small town hawkins.

"what are you doing here, steve?"

steve muttered under his breath, something undecipherable but it gave eddie enough hint to let him know that steve was drunk. sloshed.

"you're gonna have to speak up, harrington."

steve had lifted his chin, staring right at eddie now. head wobbling a bit but his gaze very clearly directed at eddie.

"i wish i'd realized sooner."

then a pause.

"maybe," a hiccup, "maybe i wouldn't have been an asshole. maybe i would have been friends with robin. maybe i could have loved myself."

another pause. "steve.."

"maybe i could have loved you sooner."

he should have seen this coming. he and steve had this tension, something lingering that neither of them had done anything about. eddie mostly feared that it was too good to be true, that steve would revert back to his high school self. he was scared, but apparently not as scared as steve.

"fuck harrington, come in."

he ushered steve into the trailer, grabbing him a glass of water and some ibuprofen. steve was sobering up quickly, eyes less glazed over and emotions clear on his face, aware of what he had admitted.

he had sat steve up on his bed, back propped up and bucket on the floor, just in case.

he hopped on the bed next to him, crosslegged and back against the wall.

eddie had said anything yet, mostly because he wasn't sure how to go about this. whatever it was.

they were dancing around it for months and eddie didn't think now was the right time to make a move. but he also knew that steve was in his head right now, feelings apparent on his face, making it clear he was thinking hard.

eddie shifted, laying down and before turning the light off, "we can talk about it in the morning, steve, alright?"

steve looked over at him for the first time since he entered the trailer, lingering on eddie's gaze for a moment before nodding.

eddie flicked the light off and got himself under the covers, and if a hand snuck over to take his in the middle of the night, it was no ones business but his.

[26wh57]

Steve Harrington x Reader where they babysit the party:

It was Friday night and you were excited to spend the evening with Steve Harrington, your boyfriend. You had planned a quiet night in, but things changed when Steve got a call from Joyce Byers asking if you both could babysit the party while she went out on a date with Hopper.

"Sure, we'll do it," Steve said, and you nodded in agreement.

When you arrived at the Byers' house, you found the party already in full swing. You were greeted by Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Max, Will, and Eleven. They were all excited to see you and Steve, and you could tell they were looking forward to spending the evening with you.

"Hey, guys," Steve said, ruffling Dustin's hair as he walked past him.

"Hey, Steve. Hey, Y/N," Mike said, smiling at you both.

"So, what's on the agenda tonight?" you asked, looking around at the group.

"We were going to play some D&D," Lucas said, holding up a box of game pieces.

"And we were going to watch a movie," Max added, holding up a VHS tape.

"Well, why don't we do both?" Steve suggested, and the kids cheered in agreement.

You and Steve spent the evening playing D&D with the kids and watching movies. You ate pizza and drank soda, and everyone had a great time. As the night wore on, the kids started to get tired, and you and Steve put them to bed.

As you were tucking Eleven in, she said, "You and Steve are really good together."

You smiled at her and said, "Thanks, El. We think so too."

After all the kids were asleep, you and Steve settled down on the couch together. You cuddled up next to him and watched the end of the movie.

"This was a fun night," you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, it was," Steve said, kissing the top of your head.

You both sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Steve spoke again.

"You know, I love spending time with you," he said, turning to look at you.

"I love spending time with you too," you replied, smiling.

Steve leaned in and kissed you, and you wrapped your arms around him, deepening the kiss. You both broke away, breathing heavily.

"Let's go to bed," Steve said, standing up and offering you his hand.

You took his hand and followed him to the guest room. As you lay in bed together, you talked about the night and how much fun it was to spend time with the kids. Eventually, you both fell asleep, happy and content in each other's arms.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of the kids playing in the other room. You and Steve got up and went to join them, ready to start another day of babysitting the party.

[vonn13]

Hc Steve harrington adores little magical things and has a small collection of like fairy homes or he collects plushie. His parents and friends/partners in the past made fun of him for liking these things so he's always kept them hidden away.

Now he's dating Eddie and this man thinks Steve put the goddamn stars in the sky and would do anything for him. So when he finds out about all of this he takes it in stride and feels so gooey that he makes like a garden setup so Steve can put the little fairy houses in their garden or he takes one of Steve's plushies with him on tour and makes a whole photo album of the plushie in different location across the globe. Like imagine maybe a bunny plushie with one of those cheesy Eiffel Tower pictures and this shit heals Steve's inner child so much.

[chronicrabbit]

Home Coming

Part 2

If Steve had thought the previous year was bad, it was nothing compared to the next.

They had returned to the Byers house after lighting up the tunnels and, once again, fending off the invasive attempts of the Upside Down.

Billy Hargrove was gone, leaving nothing behind but the damage and debris, the blood flecks staining the floor and the shards of the broken plate as whispers of his presence.

Steve found his way to the couch, dropping down into it with a grunt. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, he was really starting to feel that beating.

His vision, especially on his left side, was hazy, and no amount of blinking and hoping would banish the blur.

He wasn’t certain when the others returned, Nance, Ms. Byers and Jonathan with a shivering blanket-wrapped Will, Hopper with a knocked out and lightly snoring Eleven.

They had been talking, away from the children like grownups do, when Ms. Byers had approached him, gently taking his battered face in her tiny hands and looking him over.

“Honey, are you ok?”

Steve blinked.

“Yes.”

His answer was automatic, and she seemed to realise that as she fixed him with a single raised brow, not in the almost disdainful way his own mother would, but in a way that said:

“You don’t have to pretend with me.”

His shoulders deflated, his rigid posture falling as he met her wide dark gaze, filled with more motherly concern in a single glance than he’d ever experienced in his entire eighteen years of living.

He couldn’t speak, the words unable to squeeze past his heart firmly lodged in his throat, so he simply shook his head, even just that sending his vision spinning like the steering wheel of that damned blue Camaro under Max’s too-small hands.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she tsked, taking another moment to fuss over his wounds before she’d called over Hopper.

And that’s how he’d ended up in the back of an increasingly familiar and increasingly bloodstained cop car, his eyes closed tightly against the flashing of the red and blue lights as a stoic Hopper drove him to the hospital.

The ride was fast and almost awkwardly silent, and Steve heaved a sigh when they’d finally pulled into the lot beside the ER, sluggishly moving to undo his seatbelt and hop out with as much grace and agility as someone with a bloody head wound and rockin’ vertigo could, when a large hand pressed into his shoulder, keeping him firmly planted in his seat.

Steve turned his hazy gaze toward Hopper, the Chief’s mustache twitching as he seemed to carefully mull over his next words.

“Kids told me about Hargrove.”

The words hung in the air, and Steve shifted restlessly in the following silence, waiting for the other man to continue.

“Told me you got your bell wrung pretty good. Do you know how long you were out?”

Steve shrugged, an odd sort of guilt swirling low in his gut as he grasped for answers but came up startlingly blank.

“Ok,” Hopper nodded, mouth creasing into a frown.

“We’ll tell the Doc it was around 10 minutes.”

Steve couldn’t help the way his brows shot up toward his blood-crusted hairline as Hopper unbuckled his own seatbelt, pushing open his door as if preparing to escort Steve into the ER himself.

He didn’t have time to object, to suggest more valuable uses of the Police Chief’s time, before Hopper was turning right back toward him, the solid weight of his hand returning to his shoulder.

“You did good, son; protecting those kids. Hate to think what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.”

And it was definitely something to be examined at a later date, the swoop in his stomach, the heat gathering behind his eyes, the sudden and insistent tremble of his lip, at even the mere suggestion of someone important in his crazy messed up life being proud of him for getting the shit kicked out of him in the stead of a bunch of Middle Schoolers he barely knew.

At the current moment, he was far more preoccupied with following the Police Chief into the ER.

At Hopper’s insistence, he was taken in quickly without a wait.

He was at the very least familiar with this part; with the flashlight shining in his eyes and the walking in a straight line. Had had to do it several times when he still went to parties;

Before he was bullshit.

As the doctor spoke to him with an over abundance of technical jargon, a nurse came it to whisper to Hopper.

“We tried to get ahold of his parents. No one is answering, not even a secretary.”

Hopper turned toward him with a frown.

“Your parents out of town?”

Steve nodded.

“How long?”

Steve shrugged.

“Did they leave you a number to call?”

Steve nodded, though that one was a lie.

Hopper’s frown deepened as he faced the doctor.

“Can you keep him here overnight? Just to keep an eye on him?”

“That’s not necessary-“ Steve tried to argue, tried to sit up in the cot, tried to leave, but he was pressed back down by several firm hands, Hoppers and the Doctors.

“Son, you’ve got a concussion; pretty nasty one by the looks of it. It isn’t safe for you to be alone right now,” the Doctor explained, rising from his seat to organise his overnight stay with the nurse without any further input.

And that was how Steve found himself alone for the second year in a row, this time not in his warm bed at home, but in a cold hospital room, stitches in his hairline and an IV needle in the crook of his arm.

And when he was discharged the next evening, there was no one waiting for him. No cars in the driveway, no motherly empathy or fatherly concern, just a big dark empty house.

Like always.

But there was no use in sulking about it.

He trudged in through the front door and took care to make sure every single point of entry was locked up tight and shuttered, moving as quickly as his battered body would allow.

He then turned on every single light from the day room, to the living room, to the kitchen, grabbed his trusty nail bat, and parked himself on the couch.

He thought of Nancy, but the only thing that conjured was an endless barrage of:

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

He pinched at the aching bridge of his nose and tried not to cry.

Harrington’s didn’t cry.

Not even when they were alone, because, let’s face it, that’s exactly what he was.

Alone.

[strangerbitxhs]

Call Me When Your Sober PART ONE

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Rating: 18+!!!

A/N: this is my first time writing in a veeeery long time but steve has me back on my bullshit. pls be kind

Warnings: S M U T (bc i would let stevie do some QUESTIONABLE things to me), drinking, fingering, unprotected sex, cussing, lil bit of fluff, lil bit sad

Steve Harrington always looked for you after his parties had died down. Not before, not during-only after the alcohol had a hold on him was his mind filled with all the things he wanted to do to you.

Sometimes you wished you could stand up to him, wished you could tell him you were worth more than some drunken hookup. He had a hold on you, stronger than anything you had ever felt before.

“Y/N!” A shout snapped you out of your thoughts, turning your head to see Steve stumbling towards you, clearly tipsy. A cheeky grin was plastered across his face, he knew what was coming next.

You couldn’t help the small smile that crept across your face. Even in this state, he was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. Hair messy from the long night of partying, bloodshot eyes and that perfect, stupid grin.

“Yes Steve?” you looked up at him. He wrapped his arms around you, planting a small kiss on your lips. His breath smelled of beer and cigarettes, but you couldn’t care less at this point. The thought of what was coming next was enough to make your senses fly out the window.

“D’ya wanna go upstairs?” his words were slurred slightly. You knew the drill, not understanding why he even bothered asking anymore. You and Steve had been doing this a long time. Practically every single weekend since him and Nancy had split up.

You rolled your eyes slightly, grin spreading across Steve’s face as he grabbed your wrist and led you to his bedroom.

He wasted no time shoving you into his mattress the second the door was locked, crawling on top of you and kissing you, deeply and full of lust. You moaned into his mouth as his rough hands trailed underneath your shirt to grab a handful of your tit. He loved hearing your soft moans, his hips slightly bucking into you at the sound.

The two of you wasted no time undressing each other, your hands squeezing every muscle you could. God, he was just so sexy.

He crashed his lips back to yours, kisses hungrier, rougher, and more intense than the last. His fingers trailed down your stomach, landing in between your thighs.

“This okay princess?” Steve asked. You nodded, maybe a bit too fast, but at this point you didn’t care. All you wanted was him.

His fingers teased you, rubbing your clit before sliding down to your soaking wet entrance. “So wet for me already.” Steve smirked, causing a small whimper to escape your lips. “Don’t worry darling, I love it.”

He slowly inserted a finger into you as he brought his thumb back up to your clit, making small, rhythmic circles. Overtime, Steve had learned exactly what you liked, what made you squirm under his touch, and god did he ever love to watch you squirm.

You could feel the knot in your stomach forming embarrassingly fast. Steve’s fingers pumping in and out of you as he trailed soft kisses down your neck was something that drove you absolutely crazy.

“Steve..” you moaned, feeling a small groan come from the back of his throat as he sucked the sensitive spot right below your ear. “Steve, I’m so close.”

His rhythm quickened slightly as his lips came crashing down on to yours. He traced his tongue along your lower lip, silently asking for permission.

Steve’s small grunts and a “cum for me baby” was enough to send you completely over the edge. Your vision blurred as you screamed his name, body shaking and withering under his touch. Steve guided you through your orgasm, lips never leaving yours as he slowly removed his fingers from your soaking wet cunt.

“Good girl.” he whispered. “Do you need a break or can we keep going?” You giggled, loving how he was always considerate, although he knew you would never say no to him. Shaking your head, he positioned his hard cock at your entrance, sliding it up and down over your already sensitive clit.

You both moaned as he slowly inserted himself into you, waiting for the go ahead from you before his hips slowly rolled.

“Fuck baby.” Steve moaned. His moans were the most beautiful sound in the world, something you could never get sick of. “You feel so good.”

His pace quickened as he brought his thumb up to your clit, small circles causing your walls to clench around him.

“You gonna cum all over my dick?” Steves words were barley audible between grunts and moans, but they sent you into an absolute frenzy. Grabbing his face and kissing him, tongue’s dancing together as he thrust his hips into yours.

Your nails dug into his back as he brought you closer to the edge. “Fuck-Steve..-Fuck you’re gonna make me cum again!” You were practically screaming at this point, the mix of overstimulation and pleasure consuming your body.

You came undone, once again as Steve’s thrusts started to get lazier, moans louder from his beautiful swollen lips. “Gon-gonna cum baby” he could barley speak. Hips smacking together as he chased his high, you couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful he was.

His cock twitched inside of you as he completely filled you up, slowing his pace until he collapsed on top of you. “That was-“

“Amazing.” you cut him off, earning a small smile and a few kisses before he slid himself out of you. You whined at the emptiness, missing the feeling of him already.

“Gonna get you cleaned up, ok darling?” Steve got up from the bed, wobbling, but no longer because of the alcohol. You nodded, post-sex reality hitting you harder than usual.

God, you needed to stop sleeping with him. You were head over heels in love with him, and all you were to him was a good hookup. Tears welled at the corner of your eyes as you spiralled into the cycle of overthinking.

You hadn’t even heard Steve return with a towel, tears freely running down your cheeks at this point. “Hey, hey darling.” He sat down beside you, hands gently wiping your wet cheeks.

You couldn’t bear to meet his gaze, too embarrassed by your true feelings for him. “Sweetheart, talk to me, whats wrong?” His voice was full of concern.

“Why do you only want me when your not sober?” you sobbed, completely breaking down at having to ask that question.

part two coming sooooooon

[hellfirefucker]

Steve Harrington is genderfluid and you cannot convince me otherwise.

He uses He/She pronouns and there are days where she feels more feminine than others so she used more feminine terms for herself.

Eddie knows this and likes to call Steve “princess” “darling” “pretty”, etc. just to see Stevie get flustered and have the biggest gay panic possible.

[yearningagain]

love the 'steve vecna'd' au's bc like steve could have so easily been vecna'd without anyone noticing. headaches? with the amount of concussions that man has had he probably spends more time with a headache than without. nightmares? he's been there since the beginning, has seen (and fought) with almost every horror you can imagine and it HAUNTS him. don't tell me that man gets, at most, six days per month of peaceful sleep. IF that. zoning out? dissociation is a common symptom of PTSD, please refer back to the horrors previously described. the only thing that might be noticeable is the nosebleeds, but it's the spring, and if he is anything like me, that means dry noses and more nosebleeds. no one would know until he's five feet in the air. and that makes my heart hurt a little.

[sickbromeo]

if steveddie actually happens i want it to be eddie who tells steve how he feels because i feel like steve probably has some insecurities about not being good enough after the whole bullshit thing

[idkimtiredanddumb]

Eddie and Steve take their six children (Dustin mike el will Lucas and max) (with Robin of course) on a family trip to see lord of the rings when it comes out and Steve cries

[vilentia]

Learning to Love Again

Steve Harrington x reader

Inspired by this post @forevermoreharrington

Steve had always been the life of the party. With his charming smile and quick wit, he could make anyone feel at ease. But behind that confident exterior, he was hiding a deep insecurity that he had never quite been able to shake.

Steve had always been a romantic at heart. He loved the idea of being in a relationship, of sharing his life with someone special. But every time he tried to get close to someone, it always seemed to backfire.

In his early relationships, Steve would try to be affectionate and attentive, showering his partner with compliments and gifts. But he quickly learned that not everyone appreciated his brand of romance. Some of his partners would pull away, telling him that he was being too intense or that he needed to give them space.

This rejection hurt Steve deeply. He couldn't understand why his efforts to show his love were being met with such resistance. As a result, he began to hold back, to keep his feelings to himself for fear of scaring his partner away.

But even that didn't work. His partners would accuse him of being distant, of not being emotionally available. Steve couldn't win. It seemed like no matter what he did, he always managed to push his partners away.

But then he met you.

From the moment you first smiled at him, Steve felt something shift inside of him. It was a small gesture, just a quick flash of teeth, but for Steve, it was like a bolt of lightning had struck him. He couldn't explain why, but he felt an instant connection to you. Maybe it was the way your eyes crinkled at the corners, or the way your hair fell in soft waves around your face. Whatever it was, Steve was hooked. It was as if all of his insecurities melted away in your presence. You were so warm and open, so eager to be close to him, that he couldn't help but be drawn to you.

At first, it was scary for Steve. In the early days of your relationship, Steve was almost overwhelmed by the sheer amount of affection you showed him. It was like a dam had burst, and suddenly he was being showered with love and attention in a way that he had never experienced before.

At first, he was a little unsure of how to respond. He would feel himself tense up when you reached for his hand or leaned in for a kiss. He wasn't used to this level of physical intimacy, and it took him some time to get comfortable with it.

But you were patient with him. You could tell that he was struggling, and you didn't want to push him too hard too fast. So you started small, with gentle touches and soft kisses. You let Steve set the pace, always waiting for him to take the lead. But as time went on, he began to relax into your touch, to let himself be vulnerable with you in a way that he never had before. He found himself craving your touch, yearning for the warmth of your body next to his. He loved the way you would run your fingers through his hair, tracing lazy patterns on his scalp. It was like all of the walls he had built up around himself were starting to crumble.

And then there were the kisses. Steve had never been much of a public display of affection kind of guy, but with you, he couldn't resist. He loved the way you would pull him in for a kiss in the middle of the street, not caring who saw you. It was like you were telling the world that he was yours, and he loved the possessiveness of it.

You would stay up late talking, laughing at each other's jokes and sharing stories about your lives. You would hold hands as you walked down the street, fingers intertwined in a way that felt like you were meant to be together.

And whenever Steve would start to feel that old familiar pang of insecurity, you were always there to reassure him. You would tell him how much you adored him, how much you loved being close to him, how you could never imagine being with anyone else.

It was one of those nights, lying in bed together, that you finally said the words that Steve had been waiting to hear.

"I love you," you whispered, your voice soft and sweet.

Steve's heart skipped a beat. He had wanted to say those words to you for so long, but he had been too afraid of scaring you away. Now, as he looked into your eyes, he knew that he had nothing to fear.

"I love you too," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I've loved you since the moment I met you, but I was too scared to say it. I didn't want to mess things up."

You reached out to stroke his hair, your fingers trailing softly over his scalp.

"You could never mess things up with me," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "I'm here for you, always."

And as Steve held you close, he knew that he had finally found the person who could chase away his insecurities, who could make him feel loved and cherished in a way that he had never thought possible. With you by his side, he knew that he could face anything that life threw his way.

[aloneinthehellfire]

Why aren't we talking about the Steve x reader moment at skull rock where reader apologises for all the verbal abuse Steve receives? Like it was so sweet and I'm so happy to find a fic where this is actually addressed by poor Stevie 😭 (this is officially my vote for Steve endgame haha)

I LOVE WHEN ANONS BRING UP THE THINGS I'M MOST PROUD OF THANK YOU

it was something i decided to do based off of loadsss of tumblr ideas based around steve and i thought it was fitting? like obviously he is aware that it's just banter, but as someone who has been in his position the lines sometimes get blurred and you do start to question if you are just really dumb

and i love steve, he deserves the absolute world and i think reader also agrees

[wheatnoodle]

yes yes steve x a happy relationship is incredible and amazing. so is dad!steve and his load of kids. but hear me out

steve who works so hard to get to a point where he is happy and he is comfortable alone. where he doesn’t feel like he needs someone to be complete.

and he has his own space that he can finally decorate how he likes and he’ll watch his friends kids, sure, but he’s so excited to have a redo on everything he missed out on and denied himself purely because he didn’t think he could do it.

sure, he probably gets a boyfriend *cough* eddie *cough* but it’s like a reunited after years of not seeing each other and steve has gone through what he needs to go through to become the very best version of himself. he’s no long codependent on people who say they’re smarter than him, he’s an equal to eddie and to robin and to jonathan and even nancy. because he’s grown! and he’s got real confidence!! not king steve confidence!!!

but yeah, steve who learns to live and live alone before he brings anyone into his life. also he might take in a troubled teen later on, no bio babies tho, but could also just have no kids at all and still be fine cuz he also doesn’t define himself as the babysitter so there’s no internal need to care for others and not care for himself

[m0mmat0rtle]

This blog is pro Steve Harrington surviving season 4 of stranger things