#steve harrington x reader imagine

[cozymaples]

baby, it's cold outside! | (steve harrington x reader)

contains: rich!steve, boyfriend!steve, fluffy smut because i get soft this time of year!!!, afab!reader, oral!f recieving , use of the word 'princess' !

steve who wraps you in his arms in bed while you sleep, head resting atop your own. steve who feels you shiver in the night, frost latched onto your penthouse window as flurries fall outside. steve who tries to soothe you as you wake, shivering in the night. steve whose shared wine glasses with you before bed, just to warm up a little bit more.

steve whose lips latch to your neck as you wake, whining softly about being cold. steve who slides his warm hands under your shirt, allowing your head to lull back against his chest.

"it's freezing," you'd halfheartedly complained as you both crawled into bed. "s'a penthouse, baby. s'gonna take a little bit to get the heat all the way up here." he'd explained drowsily, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "first cold day of the year, honey. just give it 'til the morning." to compensate, he'd started a fire for the two of you, but you were still shivering.

he slides downwards, crawling under the duvet as you stir slightly, rolling onto your back as he parts from your neck. he spreads your legs apart with his palms, bent at the knee as he shelves them on broad shoulders. he nips gently at your inner thigh, causing you to hiss through your teeth. it succeeds in waking you more, finally pushing the covers down to see his face. being bundled up together had warmed his features, but steve naturally got warmer when you were always freezing. his cheeks are flushed pink, mouth working on your inner thighs as he looks up at you. your arms lunge forward from your sides, fingers tangling in his hair as he tugs your panties to the side, mouth working on your pussy.

"you were right," he murmurs against your clit, "you're freezing." you whine, bucking your hips upwards to meet his mouth. normally he'd make you work for it, basking in all the ways your body needed him; but he's feeling generous, and so he continues. your moans harmonize with the crackle of the fireplace, and he holds your legs as his mouth works on you. he slides two fingers in and you keen, knees buckling and falling against the sides of his head.

he can't help but chuckle into your flesh, proud of himself for knowing every little thing that makes you tick. your fingers knot in his hair, your jaw slack as your hips buck upwards to grind against his tongue. it feels so good, and warm-your head goes dizzy with all of these thoughts, and before you know it, you're spilling over for him.

his moans vibrate against your clit, and he truly is the trope of 'men who eat pussy for pleasure.' the way his tongue works against your clit ensures that he's going to heaven if it's real-and you finally come back to earth as you hear him calling your name, intertwined with 'baby'.

you finally come down from your high, grounded as your senses connect to the feelings around you.

warm. fireplace, comforter. steve.

you glance down at him through hazy lids, your gaze focusing on your boyfriend; drawing circles into your knee with his thumb. he accompanies it with a kiss, finally crawling towards you, kissing you all over your face.

it makes you squeal, giggling like a child. "steve-!" you lightheartedly protest, and he chuckles to himself. "can we sleep now? is the princess warm enough?" he teases, bundling you into his arms once more as you tsk, jaw hanging open as you pull the comforter over you both. "okay okay, yes." you tease back with defeat, snuggling closer as you rest your head on his chest.

[scoopsahoy]

birthday boy

ぺ  word count ⋰ 1.2k

✰  tw ⋰ none :)

❍  cw ⋰ swearing, sex + fingering

៚  a/n ⋰ yes i came back from the trenches to post a fic about steve for joe's birthday. and what about it

✐  masterlist

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April 24th. The 115th day of the year had many celebrations including National Pigs in a Blanket Day, but the most important one to you was the birthday of your boyfriend, Steve. The two of you hadn't been together long, just about a year. But you knew him pretty well at this point.

You knew what he liked and what he disliked, and you knew how he liked to celebrate important events, like birthdays.

So you invited all of his friends, including Robin, Dustin, and the rest of The Party. You baked him a regular chocolate cake at his request. You rented Back to the Future, as he didn't really get to see it properly the first time. All in all, he had one of the most fun birthdays he'd had in a long time.

But his real gift didn't start until after the guests left.

You stared in the bathroom mirror at yourself, all dolled up in a new lingerie set that you bought specifically for tonight. It was a deep purple, black lace lining the edges of both the bra and underwear. The bra was just a normal bra, but the underwear tied on both sides like bikini bottoms for easy removal.

You hadn't had the opportunity for intimacy for a few weeks, as you'd been incredibly busy with work trying to save up extra money. But tonight it was just the two of you in his empty house.

When you walked to his room, he was sitting in his bed propped up against the headboard, rereading the card you got him with a small smile on his face. You leaned against the doorframe, trying to be as sexy as possible.

"Thank you for tonight," he said, looking up as he began his next sentence. "It was really-"

When he finally did look at you, his eyes grew so large you swore they were going to pop out of his head like a cartoon. You'd never worn lingerie before, as it wasn't really your thing.

But seeing the look on his face made you realize that this will probably become a recurring thing.

"What are you doing?" he asked, sitting up a bit.

"Oh, nothing. I just thought, since it's your birthday, I'd... do a little something extra."

You stepped into the room and closed the door, locking it behind you just in case. You slowly strutted over to the bed, his hand instinctively raising to meet your hip.

"You like?" you asked in an innocent voice.

"Hate it. Take it off," he joked. You couldn't hold in your chuckle as you swung your leg over his lap and positioned yourself on top of him.

Now both of his hands were on your waist, wrapping around you firmly.

"It's your birthday, you have to open the gift."

He looked at you with his brows raised. You weren't usually the perpetrator of dirty talk, so this came as a bit of a surprise to him. But he didn't hesitate to reach up and unhook your bra, freeing you from the constricting material.

His lips were on your chest and your bodies were connected before the garment even hit the floor, a satisfied sigh escaping your mouth as your hands found his shoulders.

As he reached down to your left hip to untie one of the sides of your underwear, you stopped him.

"Now you know you don't get to take those off until you've taken something off yourself."

You could have sworn that his shirt was off in less than a second. You knew he was eager to finally fuck you again, and so were you. Every fiber of your being wanted one thing — him inside of you.

His hands untied both sides of your underwear at once, throwing it to the floor on top of the rest of the discarded clothes.

Part of you wanted to make this as slow and sexy as possible, but a bigger part of you just wanted to get to it as fast as you could.

He wrapped one arm all the way around you and flipped you onto your back, his hips settling between your thighs.

"Steve," you breathed. "Take your pants off."

With zero hesitation he did what you commanded. Within less than twenty seconds, both of you were fully naked, aside from a condom.

His right hand reached down and his fingers began circling your clit, a low hum filling the room. It was the first time you'd had any stimulation there in forever, so you knew it wasn't going to take you long to cum.

"I missed you," he said into your neck. "I feel like we haven't seen each other in forever."

"I know. I missed you, too."

Without another word, you felt him slip into you, and you both gasped. You pulled his lips to yours and kissed him deeply as he picked up a steady rhythm.

"You feel so good," he said into your mouth, being met with an 'mhm'.

You raised your legs a bit and pressed them into his sides, allowing him to go deeper than a moment ago. And, noticing this, he snaked his arms behind your knees and pushed your legs higher, almost to your shoulders.

This was new for you — being this bent. But it felt amazing. And you couldn't hold back the moans that immediately got significantly louder.

"Fuck, Steve."

"Is that okay?"

You nodded frantically. "So good."

With that verbal approval, he sped up again. His lips once again attached themselves to your neck, sucking on that oh-so-tender spot that he knew you loved.

As he fucked you, the sounds that came out of you only got louder and more guttural, as this position brought a whole host of new sensations. You were convinced that your g-spot was nonfunctional up until this point, but this angle made you realize how wrong you were.

Every single thrust brushed across it in the exact way that you needed to feel something from it, and you could have sworn you grew it overnight.

Your hands gripped his biceps tightly and your eyes widened as he made eye contact with you.

"Steve, I'm not gonna last much longer."

The couple of weeks of no intimacy really did make a difference, more so than either of you expected.

"Good, me either."

It was less than thirty seconds later that you were probably able to be heard from outside as you came, his fingers on your clit not helping you keep your volume down in the slightest.

Neither of you moved for a good ten seconds. Your legs were back down at their normal position. His face was buried where your neck and shoulder meet and you kissed the side of his head, rubbing your hands up and down his sides.

"Happy birthday," you whispered. He lifted his head and looked at you with a dorky tired smile and kissed you.

"Best birthday ever. I love you."

"I love you, too."

"So... I think you should take me with you next time you go lingerie shopping."

"Well, now, that would ruin the surprise of it, wouldn't it?"

[honey-flustered]

Too Quiet (Fluff)

YoungDad!Steve Harrington x YoungMom!Reader

Summary: You and Steve finally get a moment of peace until you’re reminded that you’re parents of two rambunctious toddlers and a puppy. Sometimes, quiet’s never a good sign.

A/N: This fluffy thought came to me because I have a toddler niece and whenever she gets quiet we know she’s never up to any good. This also goes out to the parents who just need a little break from time to time. (Note: this has also been in my drafts for so long)

Word: 1.6k+

You appreciated the mundane. Boring can be good sometimes. Like for instance, neither you or Steve had any work that needed to be done. No errands, no chores, no 8-12-16 hour shifts. It was just a simple day where the two of you got to relax.

You found yourselves so comfortable, in fact, you hadn’t recognized that you were laid on the couch with your back against his chest, scrolling on your phone until he randomly cleared his throat.

You jolt up, looking back at him. “Whoa! When’d you get here?”

He looks up from his book, reading glasses slipping to the bridge of his nose. “I sacrifice my need to get up and pee for like 2 hours just to be your body pillow. My legs are asleep.”

You roll yourself around, facing him and wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’m sorry I’ve ignored you. It’s just so nice having these moments of downtime.”

He kisses your nose. “I understand, love. I’m really glad we don’t always have to talk to enjoy each other’s company. I like the comfortable silence.”

“Me too,” You grin. “Sometimes, I don’t always want to talk. Sometimes, I just want to scroll through my phone or eat a whole pot of mac ‘n’ cheese all by myself without the necessary judgment.”

“Weird way of bringing that up…but I get it.” Steve chuckles. “And you know what—since we’re throwing things out there—I’m so over people believing that being ‘boring’ is synonymous to being ‘old’. I mean, if I prefer staying home over going to parties it doesn’t mean I’m not still King Steve.”

“Exactly! Boring is the new fun! Like vanilla sex…it isn’t so bad.”

“It’s fantastic! We don’t always need the theatrics. It’s just so extra to have freaky sex all the time. Um, waiter, I’d like vanilla sex with a side of missionary please.”

You snort at his dorkiness. “I have to admit that I don’t always care to drink when we go out. I don’t always want to be a tipsy ditz all the time. Sometimes when I’m out with my friends, they make me feel bad about ordering just wine so I just lie and say that I’m drinking vodka when it’s only water in my glass. I’m just really good at pretending I’m drunk.”

“You’re goddamn Meryl Streep and Viola Davis combined when you act drunk, baby. I could use some pointers. I don’t always want to drink either but the boys…” Steve groans. “It’s always ‘Steve, chug down this beer’ and never ‘Steve, would you like some chamomile tea.’ I don’t drink tea but I just might start if someone offers me.”

“I’d offer you since you’re taking interest. Would you like me to make you some now?”

“Maybe later,” Steve curls his arms around you tight. “I like talking about being boring with you.”

“Yeah, I could be boring with you all the time. Like if I decided to crochet some shit for the hell of it, you wouldn’t judge.”

“Course I wouldn’t. I think you’d be the best crocheter ever and that’s saying a lot because there are a lot of great ones out there. I know this because I watched a youtube tutorial of crochet making…in full. I don’t plan to make a not one piece but I watched it anyway because I had time,” Steve shrugs. “And sometimes, even when I have plenty of time, I don’t always feel like styling my hair.”

You gasp, putting a hand to your chest. “Not the hair!”

“I can be too cool for cool.” He smiles smugly.

“I wanna wear a oversized clothes.” You rush out.

“You deserve it! I’ve seen the kind of clothes you’ve had to wear. Super tight. Not that it’s a bad thing, of course. I don’t always wanna dress in the latest fashion either.”

“I hate going to the beach nowadays. I get sand in all of my crevices and I end up finding sand around the house even weeks after.”

“I hate driving too fast.”

“I like gardening.”

“I like socks with sandals.”

“I’ve been leaning into buying those portraits with the words on them that say things like “home is where the heart is” or some corny thing like that”

“Eww, you mean the ‘live, laugh, love’ crap,” He laughs. “I’m sorry but we’re not that old.”

“Oh, please, I’m sure you’ve got worse.”

Steve thinks for a moment. “I guess I’ve always wanted to ask an employee if they’re working hard or hardly working.”

“Oh, nooo!” You cringe. “That’s horrible. Do you want them to hate you?”

“Alright, so I’m that kind of old, too.” He admits defeat.

“I think mom jeans aren’t as bad as everyone makes them to be.”

“I think dad jokes are the epitome of comedy and I’ve brushed up on some.”

“Ooo, tell me one!” You beam excitedly.

“Okay. What do you call a nose with no body?”

“What?”

“Nobody knows."

You both join in laughter which soon dies down when the gears in each of your heads began to turn. The two of you stare in space, speechless and reflective of the conversation.

“Although, it is a bit quiet,” You say, breaking the silence. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, too quiet.”

“Not boring, though.”

“No, not boring. It’s a good boring if it is. But it’s like…something’s missing. Like we’re forgetting something important.”

“Or someone important?”

“Some…ones…” Steve says in a reflective tone, then his eyes bug out and so do yours as you come to the same realization.

The two of you exchanged looks and simultaneously yell. “Our babies?!”

The two of you jump up from the couch and heading in any direction the two believed the boys were in. You checked the pantry, he checked in the bottom cabinets. He checked the in the boys closet, you checked underneath the bed.

“How could have forgotten about them for two hours?!” Steve exclaims. “We’re terrible people! They’re literally all the reasons why we’re so old and boring now so how can we have forgotten?!”

“They’ve handled themselves just fine alone, babe.” You say trying to comfort him.

“You and I both know that when it gets quiet it’s never a good sign. They’re like Max from Max and Ruby and you know how sociopathic that bunny could be. Little Baby Blue hasn’t barked in 2 hours either. What could they have possibly done to him?” Steve says while running his hands through his hair.

The sounds of giggling from the master bedroom is enough to shake you and Steve to your core. The boys were for sure in there and possibly doing something that will cost you a lot of money to repair.

“For all we know they’ve just created armagedon in there,” You say, darting your eyes between the bedroom door and Steve. “Whatever happens, whatever we see…we must prepare ourselves. Some things may be damaged beyond repair and most likely there will be a lot of cleaning up to do…but we mustn’t take out our anger on the children. They’re children who are simply practicing their exploration and discovery skills.”

“Easy for you to say. You weren’t the one who found your game console submerged in a toilet bowl,” He clutches his chest. “You don’t know my pain.”

You groan, hearing more laughter from the boys. “What do think it is this time? Paint on the walls? The forbidden mudpie cake? Fisher Price Guillotine?”

“I don’t know. That’s the terrifying part. They always come up with the darnedest things,” Steve holds out his hand. “Hold it please, I’m not ready for this horror show.”

You swallow hard, taking his hand. Opening the masters bedroom, you see the twins with their thumbs in their mouths watching Saturday cartoons on the large bed. Little Baby Blue is wedged between the boys, relaxing as they both pet him with their free hands. Their eyes immediately dart to the two of you standing in the doorway like you’d just interrupted a nice moment.

“Mommy.” Oslo smiles and runs up to you.

“Daddy!” Bear runs into Steve’s arms.

“My boys,” You say in relief. “Mommy and Daddy are so sorry for not checking on you. We were very, very tired.”

“Das kay, mommy,” Oslo says, snuggling into your tummy. “Blue’s here with us.”

“Blue even gave us some things to eat.” Bear points to one side of the bed which was full of snacks from the pantry.

“I was wonderful where the Oreos went.” Steve says.

You pet Blue. “That’s a good boy! Maybe next time go for the healthier options in the fridge.” The dog huff and you raise your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll cut you some slack. I know how hard it is watching two toddlers.”

“I’m going to whip us up some lunch and then we’ll go to the park for family fun day. How’s that sound, boys?” Steve says.

The boys jump up and down excitedly with Steve hyping up their mood. “Ok, but you have to go and get ready real quick. Think you two can do that like the big boys you are?”

“Yes!” They shout at once.

“Go on then after come down for the famous Harrington men’s sandwich.”

The boys run out of the room, Blur chasing after them.

You lean in to whisper to your husband, still in shock. “Everything’s neat. The boys were actually angels the entire day. Thanks to babysitter Blue.”

“I guess those two were having a relaxed day, too.” Steve quips.

Oslo enters the room, tugging your sweater. “Mommy, can you help me find my favorite sho”

“You mean the light up ones?”

Oslo nods and you take his hand, “Come on, we’ll look together.”

“Then, I’ll help Bear get dressed. We’re going to beat you guys!” Steve teases.

You all laugh enjoying the friendly competition. Although, you enjoyed the times where things get quiet. You couldn’t trade the moments of chaos and fun with your family for the world.

[eratolasting]

Hello!

I’d like to request a fic:

Steve/Reader/Eddie porn? I literally don’t care the circumstances I just need it. Maybe you’re dating one and they know you’re hot for the other so they invite them into the bedroom as a present? You all meet at a party get drunk or high and fuck? Who knows

Summary: Eddie gives you Steve as a birthday present.

Warnings: Smut, pet names, oral, overstimulation (f), threesome, praise kink.

Beta Reader(s): @hellfiremunsonn , @ayejaye20 , @eddiesdungeon

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

It was your birthday, and the party was in full swing. It was a few hours in now, and you were pretty toasted; pretty high. On your neck sat the gorgeous necklace your boyfriend had given you, and around your wrist was a bracelet he'd made. You loved Eddie and the way he was talented in so many ways. 

You giggled at something one of your friends said, still sober enough to understand what was going on, at least. You never planned on getting black out drunk; that would be no fun. 

You felt him before you heard him; his arm slipping around your waist; his hair tickling your cheek, and his breath on your ear as he leaned in close to whisper to you. 

"Got one more present for you, baby. Let's shut this thing down." His voice was husky, and you knew what he meant. 

You nodded with a grin. Birthday sex was probably one of the best kinds of sex. Well, sex in celebration of anything was always amazing, but then again, sex with Eddie was always something to celebrate. 

The two of you began thanking people for coming and ushering them out. Of course you didn't want anyone to hear your loud moans while he pummeled into you. Plus, it was getting late, nearing three A.M., and people should be heading home. 

You said goodbye to all of your friends with hugs and birthday wishes. Soon, you were alone with Eddie. 

"C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get the real party started." He teased you, taking your hand. 

You rolled your eyes and gave his hand a squeeze as he led you to your shared room. 

He shut the door behind you and kissed you, backing you up until your knees hit the bed and you sat, his lips never leaving yours. His hands ghosted down your sides, fingers hooking at the bottom of your shirt before pulling it up and off of you. 

He looked down at you, smirking, his hands reaching for your breasts. He squeezed them through your bra, pressed them together. You rolled your eyes and reached behind you, unhooking it, and letting the straps slide down your arms. 

"Someone's eager. Don't want a little bit of teasing?" He asked playfully, tossing your bra away carelessly as he leaned in to kiss you. 

You shook your head, a pout forming at your lips. He kissed it away, his hands resting on your breasts once more and squeezing, pinching your nipples between his long fingers. 

You moaned softly, feeling the coolness of his rings against your skin. 

"That's my girl." He whispered to you, leaning in to kiss at your neck. Even though you'd just told him you didn't want teasing, here he was, softly playing with your nipples as his lips devoured your neck. 

You pressed your thighs together and swallowed. You were getting wet. 

His teeth scraped your skin and you gasped, your hands finding purchase on his strong arms. You squeezed them, rubbing your thighs together.

"I see you, baby. You gettin' wet for me?" He asked, his voice low. 

You nodded, whimpering softly as he sucked a mark into your throat.  

"Good girl." He chuckled, sliding his hand from your breast down to press between your legs. 

You gasped, and he took the opportunity to kiss you again. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers softly rubbed your clit through your panties, your skirt hiking up slightly at the motion. 

You moaned into his mouth, so lost in what was going on that you didn't hear the door open. 

But Eddie did, and he broke the kiss, turning his head to look. His hand never stopped on your clit, like he didn't care who saw. 

"Harrington, you're late." He mused. 

You flushed deeply, lifting an arm to cover your breasts and pressing your thighs together around Eddie's hand. 

"Sorry, had to make sure Robin got in a taxi. She was pretty wasted." He laughed as he stepped in and shut the door behind him. Your eyes locked with his, and he flushed this time. 

"What-" you started, but Eddie didn't let you finish. 

"He's your birthday present, baby. I know how sexy you find him." He chuckled.

"Eddie-" you whined softly. 

"What, sweetheart? I talked to him about it and he agreed. Said he couldn't keep his eyes off of you either." Eddie grinned down at you. 

Your face was burning bright red. 

"Come on over, Harrington. Let's give her the best birthday." 

Steve took a few steps towards the two of you before his fingers began plucking at the buttons on his shirt. Your mouth watered as his chest was slowly revealed, inch by inch, as each button was slipped through its loop. 

He slid it off of his arms and let it drop on the floor. You swallowed, your eyes devouring his chest, his abdomen, in all its glory. 

Your pussy clenched around nothing. Fuck, this was hot. 

"I felt that." Eddie laughed, as he started his fingers up again. You slowly released your thighs, letting them spread open again. 

"Good girl," Eddie cooed.

Steve climbed onto the bed with a shy smile and leaned in to kiss you, his hands going to your breasts. His touch was different from Eddie's. His was softer, but still firm. He squeezed you, and you moaned softly into his mouth. 

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't dreamt of this before. 

"Lay her back, Harrington." Eddie said. 

Steve did as told, guiding you until you were laying on your back and leaning over you to keep his lips on yours. 

Eddie tugged at your skirt, and you lifted your hips to help him get it off, along with your panties, and soon you were naked. 

Calloused fingers ran up your thighs as Eddie spread your legs for him. You could feel his lips on your skin, kissing slowly down the plain of your leg until he reached your heat. 

His tongue gave a testing kitten lick. Your back arched slightly. He pushed your thighs apart even wider. 

"Alright, Harrington. She's ready for us." Eddie sounded way too smug. 

Steve broke the kiss and slid down to stand next to Eddie. 

"Scoot up, baby." Steve whispered. You did, obediently, scooting back until your head was on the pillows. 

Both boys climbed up onto the bed once their shoes were kicked off and they leaned over you in tandem. 

Holy shit.

Their shoulders pressed together as they got closer to your aching cunt, both looking up at you. Eddie, looking smug, and Steve looking very turned on. 

Then, their tongues were on you. Both of them. Sharing space as they worked together to lick at your clit. 

"Fuck," you moaned. You could feel them both so well, tongues flicking and sliding on each side of your clit and you knew you could see that they were practically making out, too. 

A ringed finger entered your hole, then a second, skinnier one followed. What the fuck had the two of these guys planned? How had they planned it? 

They worked well together, fingers curling as Eddie's pressed in when Steve's pulled out, Steve's pushing in as Eddie's slid out. They were finger fucking you right into that spongey spot inside you that made your toes curl and your back arch. 

Your fingers found handfuls of each of their hair, as you moaned loudly for them. Just for them. 

They were working you so close to your edge, fingers speeding up like they were communicating through their minds. 

You tugged their hair, crying out as your orgasm got closer and closer and closer, until finally one last lick - you didn't know who it was from - sent you careening over the edge. Your juices shot from you, painting each of their faces in your wet as the most heavy orgasm of your life hit you. 

Your thighs twitched, pussy pulsing and clenching around their fingers as they worked you through it, not caring that their faces were wet. 

"Stop, stop, stop!" You whimpered at them once the overstimulation set in.

But they didn't. They kept working you. You whined loudly, tugging their hair roughly as you choked out moans, your legs kicking softly beneath them. 

"Please," you almost sobbed, but you didn't know what you were asking for, especially as your orgasm began building again. 

They worked you through your climax, not stopping until their faces were dripping with the juices that shot from your body.

They both pulled back with grins on their lips. 

"Good girl," Eddie praised you as your chest heaved. 

You stared at them, blissed out, as they both began working their belts and zippers open. Oh yeah. They were still gonna fuck you. 

You panted softly, sitting up to watch them. 

They were both naked within a few moments, and climbing back on the bed. 

Your eyes landed on Steve's cock. It was thinner than Eddie's, but a little longer. You swallowed the drool that threatened to drip from the corner of your lips. 

"Hands and knees, love." Eddie told you, and you flipped over, holding yourself up on your hands as Eddie positioned in front of you, and Steve behind you. 

You swallowed as your hand grasped Eddie's cock, stroking it a few times before you pressed your lips to the tip, your tongue snaking out to taste him. You moaned softly. 

The crinkling of a condom wrapper brought you to your senses and you looked up at Eddie before turning your head to look at Steve. "Don't." You told him, before turning back to continue your work on your boyfriend. 

You slid your mouth past his tip, suckling softly as you stroked him. You felt Steve's hands on your hips, squeezing you softly, before one left to guide himself to your dripping hole. 

He slipped in, and you moaned, your back arching as you felt his long length fill you up. He pressed immediately into your g-spot, which made you clench around him. He made a soft noise in turn. 

You took more of Eddie into your mouth as he took a handful of your hair, gripping it tightly in his fingers as you slowly fucked him with your mouth. 

Steve started thrusting, too, trying to match your pace. 

You moaned around Eddie as your overstimulated pussy was fucked into. Your eyes closed until Eddie patted your cheek. 

"Eyes up here, doll." He told you, grinning down at you. 

You kept your eyes on him as Steve thrusted a little harder, your brow furrowing in pleasure. 

This was the best birthday present ever. 

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Tag list: @eddiemunsons-girl

[bxcketbarnes]

I Like Girls Too

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Words: 1200+

First Steve fic of the new season! It took me a while to get it finished, but it's done 😅 I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think 💗 xox

"God, Robin, I don't know how much more obvious I can be," you tell her with a sigh, hoisting yourself up onto the counter.

Robin rests her elbows on the counter before leaning against it. "Y/N, you just gotta tell him the truth. It's Steve we're talking about. He's a bit of an idiot," she mentions with a shrug.

Another sigh leaves your lips and you run your fingers through your hair. "I just don't want to ruin our friendship," you whisper, fumbling with the hem of your sweater.

"I'm going to tell you something," your friend pipes up while moving across the small space.

You're extremely lucky that Family Video is a complete ghost town, otherwise, this conversation would be ten times more embarrassing.

"Steve likes you, a lot," Robin informs you, and you suck in a breath. "The only reason he's been flirting with the other girls is that he believes he doesn't have a chance with you."

Your mind races as Robin's words repeat over and over again. He likes me? You think to yourself as the door to Family Video whips open.

"Y/N?" Your best friend's voice calls out to you, causing both you and Robin to look toward the brown-haired man. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh," you mutter and glance towards Robin. "I came to Robin for advice… a-about a guy."

Steve furrows his brows while walking further into the store. "You came to Robin? For advice on guys? You know she's gay, right?" He asks with a laugh.

Robin scoffs and she crosses her arms over her chest. "Please, Harrington. Just because I like girls doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing," she rolls her eyes.

You tuck some hair behind your ears as Steve hops behind the counter. Your fingers grip the edge of the wooden object, doing your best to avoid his gaze.

"Robin, can you give us a moment?" Steve asks her while looking over his shoulder.

She nods her head before making her way into the backroom. Steve returns his attention to you as you keep your eyes on your lap. He swallows thickly, noticing how different you've been acting the past few weeks.

Steve hooks a finger under your chin before lifting your head. "Talk to me," he whispers, moving to stand directly in front of you. "You've been acting strangely for weeks, Y/N."

Your cheeks blush, feeling your skin tingle at Steve's touch. "I, uh, I'm…" It's now or never. "I'm in love with you, Steve."

His eyes widen and your heart pounds rapidly in your chest. Steve pushes your legs apart before standing in between them. You grow nervous as he doesn't say anything, his body getting closer to yours.

"S-Steve," you stutter, your eyes slowly closing when his hand touches your cheek gently.

His fingers glide against your jawline before resting on the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his. When his lips gently press against yours, you can feel the butterflies swarming your stomach.

Your hands move to rest on either side of his neck, your fingers combing through his hair. The kiss doesn't last very long as Steve pulls away from you a few moments later, his forehead leaning against yours.

"God, I'm an idiot," he chuckles as his fingers rub circles on your hips. "I thought- I swear you didn't-"

"I have," you cut him off with a grin, giving the brunette an eskimo kiss. "I have for years."

Steve smiles and nudges your nose with his, a soft sigh coming from his lips. "So, you didn't come to Robin for guy advice," he jokes with a laugh, causing you to smack his chest.

You pull away from him and bring your hands back to the edge of the counter. "Technically, I did. The guy just happened to be you," you mention with a shrug.

-

You sit in the backseat of Steve's car as he drives towards Hawkins High. You look out the window as Steve and Robin talk about the girl she has a crush on. You shift your gaze to the two of them, a chuckle leaving your lips at the look on Robin's face.

"Y/N, can you tell your boyfriend that he has no idea what he's talking about?" Robin mumbles while glancing back at you.

"I could but he wouldn't listen to me," you joke with her while placing a hand on Steve's shoulder.

His eyes meet yours in the rear view mirror, noticing the playful scold in them. "You're supposed to support me, Y/N," he mentions.

You shift in your seat and lean your chest against the driver's seat. "I do, handsome," you giggle before looking toward Robin. "But, Robin, he could be right."

"Thank you!" He grins while moving his head to press a kiss to the back of your hand. "Listen, she returned the movie Fast Times paused at fifty-three minutes and five seconds. Do you know who pauses Fast Times at fifty-three minutes and five seconds?"

He pauses and looks toward Robin, waiting for her to give him an answer. She shakes her head as Steve glances in her direction.

"People who like boobies!"

Robin scrunches her face as you release a giggle. "Ew, gross. Don't say boobies!"

"It's not a big deal!" Steve exclaims. "I like boobies. You like boobies. Vicky likes boobies, definitely!"

You shake your head and lean your forehead against the seat in front of you. "I like boobies," you mutter loud enough for them to hear.

Robin whips her head towards you as Steve looks at you through the mirror, his lips parted in surprise. "What? You like girls?" Robin asks you with wide eyes.

Your cheeks blush and you look out the window. "Uh, y-yeah," you stutter, picking at your fingers.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Steve says and you let out a scoff.

You bring your gaze back to them. "It's not easy coming out, babe. Especially when your family is like mine," you explain with a sigh. "I wanted to tell Robin, but I never really gathered up the courage."

She reaches her hand out towards you with a gentle smile. "I'm glad you finally said something," Robin says while squeezing your wrist.

You thank her quietly as Steve pulls into the parking lot of the high school. You open the car door before stepping out, stretching your limbs a bit.

"I'll meet you guys inside," Robin mentions before quickly making her way towards the doors.

Steve pulls himself out of the vehicle before glancing down at you. "Are you upset that I didn't tell you?" You ask him.

He shakes his head and grabs a hold of your hands. "No, God, no. I understand why you kept it a secret, darling," Steve sighs, pressing a light kiss to the middle of your forehead. "I guess I'm just a bit nervous about you leaving me."

"Baby," you mumble with furrowed brows. "I would never leave you for someone else."

"No?"

You shake your head and chuckle. "Absolutely not. You're incredible, Steve. I love you so much. Just because I'm attracted to both genders doesn't mean I'm going to drop you instantly," you reassure him before leaning on your toes to kiss his cheek.

He lets out a deep breath and mumbles incoherently. "I love you," Steve breathes out and captures your lips with his.

You wrap your arms around his neck while lifting one of your legs, kissing him back. A hum comes from your throat as your fingers comb through his hair.

"You're stuck with me," you giggle against his lips after pulling away.

Steve gently bites your lip and nudges your nose with his. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

-

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[billyhargrovesslut]

My Little Sailors

Imagine: being steve and robins girlfriend and making fun of them every time you visit them at work calling them your 'little sailors' but being punished as soon as you all get home.

[boldlyvoid]

1 with Steve on the obscure friends to lovers list

1) We’re having a movie night, just like we’ve always done. Your thigh is touching mine, and my thoughts won’t stop wandering. 

Warnings: friends to lovers, flirting, first kisses, love confessions

word count: 1.4k

“Movie night?” Robin knows all too well when Steve starts ringing out movies for himself at the end of the shift. 

He nods, “it is Thursday after all.” 

“What do you have this week?” She takes his pile off the desk and flicks through them. “rom-coms… these two have sex scenes in them and this is friends to lovers. Stephen Harrington, what are you insinuating here?” 

He blushes a deep red. “What?” 

“I mean, I know you’re madly in love with her, but I didn’t think you were a man of subtlety?” She teases. “Just tell her…” 

“I’m still trying to tell if she even likes me,” he admits. “That’s why I picked these… with what she’s been doing lately I think it could spark a conversation or something.” 

“What’s she been doing?” Robin leans in, loving the gossip that she got from his insane crush on his childhood friend. 

“She has a shower before I come over and she shaves her legs and wears shorts and she’s always like ‘feel how smooth I am’ and she sits so close to me so our legs touch and— and I like to rub her leg cause they are so soft and she doesn’t mind,” he explains. 

“She’s trying to get you to fuck her you idiot,” she laughs. “Oh my god, the smooth leg trick is the oldest in the book. It’s almost as old as you pretending not to be interested in her to drive her crazy. Just kiss her already.” 

“I thought so but I didn’t want to assume,” he panics. “God, the worst fucking thing I could do is be a whore with my best friend and lose her forever.” 

She clears her throat, “um, what am I?” 

“Will you accept sister?” 

She pretends to sigh, “I guess… but I better be best man at the wedding.” 

“If you lock up tonight you can be?” He raises a brow in the hopes she’ll take him up on it. 

“Only cause Nancy’s driving me home,” she agrees. “Go be with your girl, I want all the details tomorrow!” 

“You got it!” He grabs his VHS cases and hops over the counter on his way to the staff room for his coat and keys. “I’ll see you later!” 

He hears her call back something about wrapping it before he taps it but ignores her, he throws the tapes into his passenger seat and takes off quickly. 

He arrives just a few minutes early, which is fine. He doesn’t need to knock, he just kicks his shoes off and says hello to her parents in the living room like he did every week. They loved seeing him, hell, they’ve watched him grow up and he was now an honorary member of their household. Before he heads down to her room, he knocks on the basement door and calls down to insure she was decent. 

“You can come down!” She calls back. 

She has one leg hiked up on the bed as she rubs cream into her skin, her hair in a towel and a huge baggy shirt draped over her. “Hey, you’re early?” 

“Robin closed for me,” he tries to say even though he feels like he’s out of breath. “You smell good?” 

“Thanks,” she smiles, reaching out her hands so he can smell her new cream. “I got it at bath and body works the other day, you like it?” 

He loves it, “it smells so fresh and homey.” And very you.

“Thanks,” she looks so happy with her choice. “Whatcha got there?” 

“Our choices for tonight,” he holds up the movies. “You get the snacks?” 

She nods, “Of course, and I’m here too,” she teases. 

“Noted,” he smirks back, not stonewalling her from his emotions, per Robins advice. “But uh, I’ve got when harry met sally, dirty dancing and can’t buy me love.” 

“Oh my god,” she lights right up. “I think Patrick Dempsey is so cute, we have to watch that one.” 

“Okay,” he feels a little twinge of jealousy but it’s also fun seeing her get flustered by cute men on screen. 

So they get cozy, they open their snacks and cuddle up in her bed with the tiny tv on her dresser playing the tape just loud enough for them to hear over their chewing. 

“You know, he’s so cute and sweet I don’t get why it took her so long to see he’s perfect for her,” she commentates on the movie. “Like, what normal boy would work all summer cutting lawns trying to save up for a telescope and help some girl who’s mean to him most of the time? He’s a sweetheart.” 

“You want me to buy you a suede outfit?” Steve suggests on a leap of faith, “or a telescope, I don’t care.” 

“It’s not about buying something for another person, it’s the fact that he saw she needed someone on her side and helped,” she explains. “It’s a dickhead move to use her to be popular but I understand why he wouldn’t expect anything more from her, she’s never been nice to him.” 

“Was I that bad in high school?” He asks, earnestly. Brushing his leg against hers, she was so much softer than the suede outfit on the screen everyone raves about. “Is that why you won’t tell me if you like me back or not?” 

“Back?” Her eyes grow impossibly large. “Steve… since fucking when?” 

“Always?!”  

She laughs, “no, you’re always with other girls how the fuck was I supposed to clue in that you liked me?” 

“You never said you wanted me so I had to find love somewhere,” he admits. Confusing closeness with love. Using sex for intimacy. He thought about her with every girl and always felt bad. “How was I supposed to know you wanted me?” 

“I’ve been trying since grade 7, Steve!” She finally lets it out. “You’ve had girlfriend after girlfriend our whole friendship, at what point was I supposed to slip in oh by the way I’m in love with you, pick me please?” 

“I’m dumb,” he whispers, reminding her with a stupid smile on his face. “I’m like the biggest idiot, you have to smack me in the head to get something through it, I literally had no fucking clue you liked me, you treat me so differently from the girls I’m with?”

“Cause I love you, they like your reputation,” she explains. “I treat you like Steve and they treat you like a dollar store whore.” 

“Hey, I’m worth at least 5 bucks,” he teases to deflect. “I still wish you told me.” 

“I’ve been trying,” she admits. “You’ve been single longer than normal and I thought maybe if I slipped in some hints that you’d start crushing on me or something, I know it sounds stupid.” 

“No, no, cause it worked. I had no idea you even wanted me to touch you until you started doing the soft leg thing.” 

She smirks and rests her leg over his, “I am soft.” 

He runs his hands from her ankle up to the hem of her shorts, “the softest.” 

“You’re pretty soft too,” she whispers, wrapping her arm under his and resting her head against his shoulder. 

He spends a good 15 minutes feeling her up as she snuggles into his neck, kissing his skin softly as they bask in each other's touch. It’s so innocent and soft, she eventually straddles his hips and wraps herself around him like a koala.  

With her face still in the crook of his neck, he can feel her open her mouth to talk a few times but she keeps losing the battle to herself. He kisses the top of her head and rubs her back, quietly letting her know it’s okay. And then she says it. 

“I love you, Steve.” 

He takes her face in his hands so that he can look into her eyes when he says it, finally.

“I love you, so much.” 

She lunges for his lips, kissing him so deeply the wind is knocked from him once again. Holding each other's faces in place the kiss quickly becomes a hungry make session full of years and years of tension that continues to build inside of them. They weren’t going to be satisfied with just a few kisses and him leaving later… she wanted all of him, and he couldn’t wait to give it to her. 

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[cinemasteves]

crushcrushcrush

steve harrington x reader

notes/warnings: female reader, swearing, au where everything is mostly normal, fluff & feelings, alcohol, kissing, slight touches

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Summer was always your favorite time of year. You, Steve, Robin, Eddie and Nancy are always at Steve's drinking, swimming and overall just having a good time together. Over the last few weeks though you've developed a little crush on Steve and only told Nancy about it because you were afraid Robin would accidentally slip when she's nervously babbling. You did feel bad keeping this secret from her, but you absolutely cannot let Steve find out. Your friendship with him was very fun and playful, full of pranks and jokes, but you also had your share of serious and deep one on one conversations, which is mainly why you started to fall for him.

At one of the first get togethers this summer, you two were sitting in his living room while everyone was passed out on either the couch or the floor, and he mentioned how he was so tired of being single and just wants someone to call his own and have a future with. He went into detail about how he wants an RV to drive around the perfect girl and his future kids with and his eyes just lit up with every word. Something about this made your heart flutter and he seemed so different in your eyes. Sure you've always thought Steve was attractive, but you brushed it off and never took it serious as he was one of your best friends. But the deep talks continued over the next few parties and you were falling harder every time. Nancy was excited when you told her, and even offered to help try and be your wing woman, but you told her to just let it be for now, as you wanted it to happen naturally.

The party tonight was no different from the rest, everyone a little buzzed, some more than others, pizza sitting on the table next to the pool chairs and music blaring from the speakers on the deck. It was around eight o'clock and still about 85 degrees out according to the thermometer near the back door of Steve's house, so everyone was in the pool trying to cool down. Except Nancy, who was inside on the phone with Jonathan.

"You guys wanna play chicken?" Robin suggested as she aimlessly swam around.

"Hell yeah! me and you vs. Y/N and Harrington." Eddie exclaimed.

"Oh you're sooo going down we got this!" Steve laughed as he immediately maneuvered to put you onto his shoulders.

Your heart fluttered as his hands gripped your thighs and held onto them tightly. The boys positioning themselves in front of each other as you and Robin balanced and held each others forearms. "You ready? You're goin' doooooownnnn" she slurred. You already knew you and Steve had this in the bag, as Robin is super clumsy on a regular basis and when she's wasted, it's times ten.

"Okay on 3. 1...2...3!!"

After Eddie counted down you and Robin immediately got to (very drunkenly) trying to push each other of the boys' shoulders. But all you could focus on was Steve's grip on your thighs. You just imagined all the things he could do to you with his hands. Almost losing focus caused Robin to nearly knock you off Steve's shoulders but you snapped out of it noticing she lost her balance backing up and were able to push her backwards making a big splash. Eddie screamed in defeat and Steve went underwater to let you down and engulfed you in a big hug while cheering when he came back up. Robin accepted defeat.

"That's so not fairrrrr Steve's got muscles." she whined.

Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes getting slightly offended. "No you're just too fucked up and have no sense of balance right now." Steve shot him a glare as he broke your hug.

"Hey! I actually do have muscles, Munson, so suck it."

While the three of them went back and forth about 'fairness' and Steve's figure, you couldn't help but really take in his features. He really did have nice arms and your thoughts from before immediately began coming back but were interrupted just as quick when Nancy came back from her phone call with more pizza. You all got out and took some time to eat and listened to her gush about Jonathan and how much she misses him. After about five minutes you looked at Steve, noticing how he zoned out of the conversation and was just staring up at the night sky. He hated hearing this, wishing he could have what they do.

"I'm gonna throw these boxes and bottles out, i'll be back." He stated as he stood up and picked up the empty pizza boxes. No one really noticed his mood change except you, as you were the only one who knew what was really going on in his mind. While the others continued, you got up, wanting to comfort him.

"Steve wait up, i'll help!" You grabbed some of the empty beer bottles lying around the pool and followed him inside the house. He dropped the empty boxes on the counter and leaned against it releasing a deep sigh. You put the bottles in the recycling bin, head turning as he began to speak.

"I hate when she does that. Don't get me wrong i'm so happy for her, but I just wish I had someone to call my own to talk about like that. It really does suck. All these dates I go on just never work out for me. I thought i'd never say this but it's exhausting getting to know all these girls. I'm starting to give up."

You frowned at hearing him so upset. "I'm sorry, Steve." You froze as the thought of wanting to admit your feelings for him right at this moment intruded your mind. Should you do it? Would this change the entire dynamic of your friendship? Would he be freaked out? "Maybe what you're looking for isn't in a complete stranger?" Regret filled you immediately.

"What do you mean? Should I try with someone we went to school with? I mean, that's kinda already been done." He cringed while scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment of realizing how many girls he hooked up with in high school. "Maybe my girl's just not in Hawkins."

My girl. There goes the butterflies. You never wished for something more than to hear him call you this.

"Or...maybe she's actually known you for a long time." You suggested. There was no going back from this and you bit your lip out of fear of his response, which happened to somewhat relieve you as he didn't get the hint just quite yet.

"What do you mean? Robin??? She's—"

You went in for the kill and shut him up with a kiss. After a few seconds, you pull away, blushing and scared anticipating his reaction. He looked down at you with wide eyes and your heart sank.

"S-Steve, I'm so—"

Now it was his turn to shut you up. He kisses back and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hands start to roam your body. You lightly groan feeling his left hand grip your side while his right comes up to your face and cups it, his thumb rubbing the apple of your cheek. He pulls away staring down at you with those beautiful brown eyes. You wonder what's going through his mind right now.

"Woah.." you both said in unison.

"Steve...i've liked you for a while now and i've got a lot to say to you, like a lot to say, but I don't want this to ruin our friendship so if you aren't interested I totally understand and we can just go back outside and act like that didn't happen." You babbled, flushed with fear and anxiety. Did he regret it? Did he already know? Did he even like it?

"Not interested? I just made out with you, if I wasn't interested I would've stopped you. Plus, I noticed your eyes are always practically glued to me, so I kinda already knew." He laughed while looking down at your widened eyes with the softest, cutest smile. The one you see when he talks about the younger kids and how much he cares about them. "C'mere." he leans in, connecting your lips then trailing sweet, soft kisses down to your jaw and neck. He brings his left hand up and wraps it around your throat to move your head to give him a better angle, slightly squeezing. "Is this okay?" he asks.

"Y-yea" you stuttered feeling his lips ghost over that sweet spot on your neck. He started off with a slight bite and sucked until a small hickey formed. "Steve.." you whined at the feeling, wanting more from him.

"Shh, I know, just let me kiss you." He continued to kiss along your jaw and back up to your lips while his hands fell to your waist, guiding you to the kitchen wall behind you and pressing you against it. His hand came up to your neck again, tilting your head to the other side this time so he could kiss your neck once more. You moaned as he kissed below your ear where your neck and jaw meet.

Damn does this feel good you thought to yourself. The gentleness yet assertiveness in his actions making you melt inside. Your thoughts going a million miles a minute while he continues to mark you up. Suddenly, you feel something hard press against your pelvis. Oh.

"I need you." He blurts out, breathing heavily against your neck as he picks you up by your thighs and begins walking towards the staircase.

"I need you too, Steve."

part 2 c:

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Just Can't Get Enough

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Prompt: imagine your otp slow dancing in their socks while the taller of the two hums a tune (terribly) for them to dance to and the shorter has their face pressed into the taller one's shoulder

A/N: I came across this prompt on Pinterest earlier and I just HAD to write an imagine for it! It might be a bit rough but I just thought it was sweet so I hope you like it.

You struggled to stifle your laughter as Steve stood in front of you, "Just Can't Get Enough" by Depeche Mode playing quietly on the radio. He was trying to get you off the couch to dance with him but you weren't so easily swayed.

"Come on." He tried, holding a hand out to you. "Dance with me."

"Steve-"

"Please?"

"Fine." You huffed, giving in. "But I don't know how we can dance to this without looking like total assholes."

He gave you a proud smile as he opened his arms for you. "I'll show you. I'm a pro."

You both met in the middle of the room, and Steve secured his arms around your waist whilst you reached up to hold onto his shoulders. You felt ridiculous dancing in your living room like this, but seeing Steve's dopey smile made it worth it.

You carefully swayed around the room together whilst Steve attempted to hum along to the song. You laughed against his chest. "That's not even in tune."

"Oh, no. You see, you're just hearing it wrong. I actually sound great right now."

"Yeah, okay." You smiled as you fell back into silence, listening to him as he continued to hum the song against your hair.

You stayed like that until the song ended but even then, you never parted. You just sort of stood there, holding each other as the next song came on.

"This is nice." You mumbled against Steve's chest.

"Yeah." He said, resting his chin on the top of your head as he traced light circles on your back.

You wanted to stay in this moment forever, dancing with Steve in the middle of your living room whilst you both stood in your socks. It was perfect.

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[cozymaples]

total eclipse (steve harrington x reader)

a/n: ohhh man. this is a long one, but do i have a treat for you. with the weather getting colder i just...could not contain myself !!! brain go brrrr. literally! | (tags: @madtheivery) warnings: afab!reader, virgin!reader, friends to lovers, oral!f receiving, fingering word count: 3.4k

Steve doesn’t like you.

That’s what he tells himself, anyway. Because if he lies to himself this way, it’s half true. He loves you. He’s not sure which is harder to ignore-the strain of his cock in his jeans whenever he sees you, or the way his heart feels like it’s going to pummel out of his chest when you leave. So now, he’s been at this party for far too long, marinating between a sea of bodies that he can’t seem to push through; only to try and find you. 

You’re making it difficult, though-lodged into the side of your boyfriend. Well, sort-of-boyfriend.

His hand rests firmly on your shoulder, the cheering and hollering of his winning cup in beer pong only tugging you further into him. You smile uncomfortably, jostled around as he earns slaps on the back and high-fives from his teammates. 

Steve can only watch from afar, finally parting through the sea of people. He sighs to himself amongst the ruckus, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before rubbing his temples. It’s subtle, but you notice. What’s better-the fact that your boyfriend doesn’t seem to. To ease any suspicions of him checking in on you, he keeps Robin glued to his side at all times. Though, it’s an equal split down the middle of eagerness to accompany the other. The pair hardly went anywhere alone, and you think it’s kind of sweet. Robin clearly needs Steve’s help of being a ‘ladies man’, and Steve clearly needs Robin’s help for the opposite. Which is why she tugs at his sleeve, tsk-ing before sighing loudly. Steve clears his throat, an immediate turn of the heel as he looks at her. He gestures defensively to the scene in front of him, before raking his fingers through his hair. “I wasn’t gonna say anything-” He starts. “Yeah, that’s the problem, Harrington!” Robin whines, verbally smacking the back of his head. “Wake up! You seriously think she looks happy to be with that beast?” Steve averts his gaze from Robin once more, glancing over his shoulder to look at you. He thinks Robin’s choice of word beast is harsh, but as he watches you get tugged around through second-party celebration, he can’t help but agree. 

“No!” He whines, finally succumbing to Robin’s antics. “Okay? No! Of course she’s not!” He sighs with defeat, running his fingers through his hair again, brows scrunched with frustration. Robin chuckles, “Jesus, that hair is like a stress ball for you, huh?” He narrows his gaze, paired with an eye roll as he indulges in her amusement. “Yeah, yeah. Alright. What’s your point?” He asks. But he knows what her point is. Her point is-”That you need to tell her! You could be changing lives, Harrington! Think about it,” She starts, and he groans, accepting the speech that’s about to come. “You could love her, I mean, really cherish her,” She says, and she’s not wrong. Her arm snakes over his shoulder, pulling him closer to her. Her spare hand nurses a red solo cup, the drink sloshing against the sides as she uses her hand to gesture. “I mean, he’s gonna make her a trophy wife. And you know what happens to trophies, Steve?” He’s not sure where she’s going with this, but he humors her anyway. It’s as if she can hear his brows raise with curiosity, immediately continuing. “They get left on shelves, Harrington. Filled with lonesome and littered with dust, too damn useless now to remember what they were good for in the first place!” She finishes. His eyes widen. 

Shit. 

He can’t believe that Robin’s analogy has not only made sense, but now kicked his ass into high gear. A trophy? A trophy? Not on his watch. Not to be collected by dust, or gawked at by others. No. Not you. He decides, not realizing he’s made his way across the room, now standing directly in front of you. Your “boyfriend” has now parted from your side, and your brows raise with curiosity, but also surprise. “Hey..” You say, wondering if Steve even knows where he is, considering you haven’t spoken in two months. “Hey,” He retorts nervously, nodding once. “So, uh..where’s your boyfriend?” He asks. You chuckle at the notion, but you can’t really blame him for wondering. “He’s not my boyfriend.” You say, and Steve gets that look in his eye-the one that only surfaces when he’s genuinely surprised. You hold eye contact for a minute, gazes locked on each other as his features soften. “Oh.” He says, and there’s no snark to it. You can tell he wants further clarification, but minds his manners, which you love about him. 

Unbeknownst to him, the ‘love’ thing going on was definitely a two way street. And now, for the first time, you don’t want him to think it’s a dead end for him. Not a second longer. “He hasn’t been..ever.” You say, and as the words tumble out of your mouth, you hear the truth in them for the first time. They hold weight now, standing in front of Steve, whose eyes haven’t left you for a second. Your back is firm against the wall behind you, the bustling of partygoers that had once swarmed you now sounding like white noise. “We were just..” You shrug, sheepish of the words you want to say. “..Fucking.” You say, quickly clarifying as his eyes widen with despondency. “But not actually-I mean, that’s what he tells people.” You’re fully engrossed in it now, the regret and disgust enveloping you in an embrace that you don’t want. “Never exclusive, considering he was fucking half of the cheerleaders,” You say, knowing that you trust Chrissy as your source. “I just..didn’t wanna go all the way. Not with him.” You decide that’s enough rambling, sparing him the details of what you did to compromise in place of sex. Steve extends his hand, an offering he’s hoping, pleading silently that you’ll take. You know if you take it, this is the end of everything you’ve known, and the start of everything you want. “Come with me,” He asks, voice soft, tender. “Please,”

And that’s how you’ve ended up sitting in the backseat of Steve’s BMW, filling him in on the past two months. “I was just..settling. I knew what I wanted, but..I just didn’t think to take it.” You confess, feeling every thump of your heartbeat ripping through your chest. It aches, yearning for the man in front of you. The silence between sentences is heavy, both of you terrified to spill to the other-terrified that if you speak now, it’ll all be for nothing. That it won’t be the same. “What did you want?” Steve asks, clinging to every word you say as though it’s oxygen itself. You feel a lump rise in your throat, threatening to tear out if you don’t speak now. Steve hasn’t touched you, not laid a hand on you this entire conversation. “You.” You exhale,, the years of everything you could ever want to say to him now fastened into a single word. Your heart rate increases rapidly, and you feel like you’re going to pass out if he doesn’t say something. The bellowing of drunken teenagers belting Total Eclipse of the Heart escapes from the four walls of the house, despite the fact that Steve’s got you parked halfway down the street. “Me?” He asks, hoping, praying that you mean it. You swallow harshly, nodding. “You.” You confirm, terrified that years of friendship on the invisible string you’ve tied between the two of you, sealed by fate itself, will snap. Wondering now more than ever if you’ve somehow misinterpreted every interaction between the two of you; every lingering gaze, every comforting shoulder he gave you cry on. Steve rushes his palm to your cheek, cupping your face as he presses his lips to yours. It’s deep, and tender, like you’ve allowed him to finally breathe again, as though he never has before in his entire life. 

“God,” He breathes, murmuring the phrase against your lips. “I love you,” He says, and it punches the air out of your lungs. The teenagers continue their belting. “I love you,” You confess, and it bursts out of you, finally able to say what you’ve been dying to say for years. Your ‘I love you’s’ tumble out of both of you, overlapping between the kisses he’s pressing to you, over and over, and over. The soft giggling that you share between the two of you is innocent, nearly in disbelief that this kind of happiness can possibly be real. Your lips are swollen, cherried red from the amount of kisses he’s graced you with. His hand rakes through your locks, and you lean into the touch, gazing up at him dreamily. 

“Be with me.” He says. You stare back at him. “Be with me,” He repeats, his thumb stroking your cheek. You sit in disbelief. “Yes,” You say, terrified. He can sense your nerves, soothing you with a gentle kiss. “M’not goin’ anywhere, sweetheart.” He assures you, gently tilting your head to the side by your jaw. “Now that I’ve got you,” He says, spoken between kisses. They line your jaw, traveling down your neck. “I love you so bad,” He coos, and you sigh with satisfaction. You wish his kisses lingered longer, feeling your stomach flip with lust-but you don’t want to ruin the moment. Don’t want him to think of you the way other guys have. “Always have,” He continues. You try to ignore the warmth in the pit of your stomach, yearning for his touch. It’s as if he reads your mind, continuing to cradle your jaw in his palm as he sucks gentle marks into the flesh of your neck. “Is this okay?” He asks, earning a soft moan from you. “Uh-huh,” You breathe, and he pauses. “Yes,” You assure him, and he continues. 

Steve, too, doesn’t want to treat you like any other man has. He never will. He’ll treat you better. The best. He knows it. Now, all he needs to do is show you. You take his free hand, slowly guiding it to your knee. It’s bare, your skirt hiked up from the way you’re angled in the backseat. He pulls back to look at you, pupils widened, hesitant. “Wanna take it slow,” He says, and you sigh. “Wanna take care of you.” He says, rubbing gentle circles into your knee. You don’t know what to say, or how to say what you want to. But you figure this is your chance to prove to him that you don’t want it to be like every other guy. He’s special. “You know how I told you that..nothing ever happened, between me and him?” He nods, humming softly. “It’s..never happened. Not with anyone.” His thumb halts, the circles he’d been tracing now stopping in their tracks as the silence lingers between you, the hum of the running engine in the background. Steve’s not an asshole-not one of those guys who obsesses over virginity, “deflowering” whoever they get their hands on. But he’s gentle, wanting to handle you with care. Because you’re special to him. Because he loves you. “Oh,” He says, that same look of surprise from the party gracing his features. You can tell he’s not judging you, or surprised that you haven’t done anything. He’s just…surprised. “Yeah..” You trail off, and he grins lightheartedly. “And you want me to..in the back of this shitty car?” You exhale a laugh through your nose, raising you brows for a moment. “No, but..I want to. With you.” 

So, that’s how you end up in Steve’s bed, the clock on his bedside table reading 2:23 a.m. His head is delved between your thighs, working his mouth tantalizingly on your clit. His shoulders shelve your legs, holding you steady under your thighs. “Steve, please-” You writhe, unsure of what you’re even asking for. You just know that you want more. “Soon, baby.” He promises, his voice muffled into the plush of your thighs, pressing kisses along them every time he needs to speak. He’s intentionally taking his time, basking in all the experiences he’s  getting to show you. How good he’s going to get to make you feel. “My pretty baby.” He coos, tongue working against your pussy once more. You throw your head back, tugging at the locks of his hair, gasping and panting as moans spill from your lips. He wants to take his time with you-find out what makes you tick. So far, he’s gathered that marking you and working his lips against your clit makes your head spin. But he wants to know more-wants to know everything. 

“Want you inside-” You beg, finally casting your gaze downward upon him. Before he looks up at you, all you can see is tousled chestnut waves,tightened by your grip, broad shoulders, and large palms. “Can’t take all of me yet, baby,” He says, your pussy clenching at his tone. It’s almost condescending, and your brain goes fuzzy registering all of the experience that he has. “Gotta work you open first.” He pulls his face from between your thighs, pressing his thumb gently to your clit, working delicate circles into it as he looks up at you. “Think you can take my fingers, honey?” He asks. Your brows are furrowed with desperation, soaking up every ounce of pleasure he grants you. You hold onto it, not wanting him to take it away from you. “Yeah,” You urge, nodding. And even if there’s a little dishonesty His gaze harbors caution, not wanting to go too hard on you. He gently slides a finger inside of you, causing you to hiss through your teeth. “Too much?” He quickly asks, and you shake your head. “No, no-just-keep it there for a second,” You urge, the muscles in your stomach tightening with anticipation. It hurts, but only a little. Still, you need to let yourself adjust. You quickly do, the pain subsiding, melting into pleasure as you finally adjust to his size.

 He continues, finally working two fingers into you. He’s been knuckles deep in you for a while now, his mouth sucking gently on your clit to ease any discomfort. Your head feels dizzy, and all you can focus on is the pleasure he’s granting you. No one’s ever taken care of you like this before, and he’s urged you to just feel it. To just feel good, and not focus on anything else; just the sound of his voice. He finally climbs up from between your legs, hovering over you as his forearms rest on the mattress. “I love you.” He says, honestly. You nod in agreement, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. “I love you.” And in this moment, you know it’s forever; that everything you had gone through to get right to this moment was worth it-that it all had a purpose. He slides his cock along your entrance, gliding into you slowly. You hiss between through your teeth, and he quickly reaches for your hand. “You’re okay, baby-right?” He assures you, but he’s also asking. You’ve never seen someone balance the scales so well. “M’okay,” You nod. “Promise.” He continues, “S’the same as my fingers, baby.” He explains; soothes. You can tell by the way his breath shudders; he’s having a hard time keeping it together, that it’s taking everything in his power to not pound into you-to watch your eyes roll back into your head, all because of him. But, he’s a gentleman. “It’ll go away-feel good.” You start to feel yourself adjust, just like how you did his fingers. A moan slips from your mouth, a sign for him to finally move. “Move,” You plead, and his eyes light up. Not because he gets to fuck you, but because you’re okay. “Yeah?” He asks, his breath hitching in his throat.

 He starts slow at first, studying your features, still on that journey to find out what makes you tick. “M’gonna be gentle, honey. ‘Kay?” He nods, and you return the motion. “Wanna see-” He starts, slowly lifting your leg up. His frame leans into yours as he does so, his cock reaching deeper inside of your pussy. “Oh-” You gasp, moaning softly as he hits that spot inside of you. A spot only he could reach, and the only one who ever has. “There.” He notes, chestnut hair falling to frame his face. He can’t help the smug grin that tugs onto his features, tongue-in-cheek as he looks down at you. Your pussy is dripping, and you can’t take it anymore-tortured from the foreplay he’d given you. “Please, God-Steve. Want you to move, please fuck me-please-” You say, nearly babbling. He nods, soothing you as he hushes you. “Shhh, alright. Alright, baby.” He chuckles, and he moves his hips, his broad shoulders shelving your leg that he’s got ahold of. He keeps it steady, wrapping his arm around it as he fucks into you. Harder, and faster. Moans start to pour from your mouth, and you’re unable to contain any sounds that you make because of him. “Yeah, that’s it.” He praises, fucking into you harder. He doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second, reading any and every facial expression that you make. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” You nod rapidly, feeling his cock slide in and out of you. It’s like nothing you’ve felt before..ever.

”Yes-fuck-” Your brows furrow, scrunching together as you feel a warmth build in the pit of your stomach. He’d denied you an orgasm with his mouth, and his fingers, so you’d be ready to completely unravel for him. Any time you felt like you were getting close, he’d stop. You’d wondered why, until now. “Wanna see you. Wanna see your face when I give you your first.” Your head lulls back as you moan for him, tugging at his biceps, needing him closer. You’re nearly skin to skin, his hair hanging forward as it brushes against your forehead with each thrust.Your leg is still lifted, just bent now, causing your stomach to bunch with rolls as he presses his chest into you. “Come on, honey.” He coos. “Come for me.” It’s the first orgasm you’ve had that wasn’t by your own hand; finally by the hand you’d wanted it to be all along. You pant beneath him, feeling your pussy clench around his cock as you come undone for him. Your cheeks flush pink, rosied and fucked-out as your nails dig into the flesh of his biceps. “Uh-huh, there it is.” He chuckles, feeling his own orgasm approaching. You’d been on birth control for all sorts of reasons that..had nothing to do with sex. Until now. “Come in me,” You say, nodding rapidly. His jaw goes slack, shuddering gently at your words. “Can’t say things like that, baby. Can’t-” “M’on the pill, Steve-please,” You beg, “Promise, I love you.” Something shifts in Steve, and his full weight rests on top of you, pounding relentlessly into your pussy. He buries himself in the crook of your neck, sloppily sucking hickies into the flesh, leaving purple bruises in their wake. “I fuckin’ love you.” He breathes, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. He’s still holding your hand, finally spilling over inside of you. His moans are staggered, jolting out of him as he finally regulates his breathing, rolling over beside you as he pulls himself from you. He immediately pulls you into his side, feeling the fresh linen sheets bunch up beneath you both. Your eyes have adjusted to the moonlit room, studying his features in the dark as he looks at you. He’s lovestricken, doe-eyed with a wide grin on his features. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.” He says, and you roll your eyes with sweet embarrassment. “Stop! No you were not-” You tease, laughing softly. “I was-!” He retorts, brushing stray hairs out of your face as he smiles. “Always have been.” You stop your laughter, feeling it melt into a soft grin as you bask in the moment of his confessions. “And so have I.” You say. He pulls your face to him, pressing his lips to your forehead. You sigh with relief into his arms, feeling yourself doze off as he murmurs against your flesh, knowing that forever starts tonight. “Always will be.” 

[scoopsahoy]

hello!!!! omg i was wondering if you could do something like steve gets taken into the upside down like will in season one and you and hopper go in to find him like he and joyce did and you save him and its just all cute and fluffly and sweet

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“I’m coming,” you stated, crossing your arms. Hopper’s back was to you, but he turned to face you. He rubbed his forehead with his fingers and sighed.

“No, you’re not. I told you you’re staying here.”

“No, Hop, I’m coming with you. End of story.”

You were trying your best to be intimidating, but being five-foot-nothing and a hundred pounds didn’t help your case. The only thing you could use to your advantage was your voice, which could be loud if you wanted it to.

“You’re willing to get hurt?”

“If it’s to save Steve, then yes. He would do the same for me.”

“Y/N, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. You’re staying here.”

“And I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. I’m coming with you. I can help. I know CPR, and I have a hell of a lot better of a connection to him than you. I can help wake him up.”

You walked past him and grabbed a hazmat suit, hearing Hopper just sigh, knowing he caved.

The ground under your feet squished with each step, making you cringe. You followed closely behind him in the bright yellow suits, shining flashlights to see your way around.

Currently, you were in the Upside Down, and struggling to see your way around it. You’d already been to what was the equivalent of his house, which was covered in vines and branches. He wasn’t there, making you lose some hope.

So you decided to go to your house, the only other place he really spent any time. It was only a couple of miles from his, so you got there pretty quickly.

Forcing the front door open, you led the way to your room, where you gasped. There, attached to the wall, was Steve. You guessed he ran here in hopes of finding you when he woke up in this place.

You remembered when they found Will. They said he had a tentacle down his mouth, which was halfway down his throat. Luckily, Steve didn’t have that, but there were many vines keeping him held up. His head was tipped forward, his hair hanging down.

“Oh, my God,” you practically screamed, running over to him. You pushed his head upward and his hair out of his face, revealing a pale, sweaty face. A frown formed on your lips. “He’s not breathing. Hop, he’s not breathing.”

“Hold him up,” Hopper responded, using his knife to cut him out. His body weight fell on top of you and you laid him down on the floor. You took your mask off and gripped Steve’s face, shaking it gently to try to wake him up.

“Steve, honey, wake up. Please wake up.” You were crying at this point, desperate for him to open his eyes.

“You said you know CPR?” he asked you, to which you nodded. “Alright, when I tell you, you’re gonna give him breaths, okay? Can you do that?”

You nodded again, this time more frantically. When you looked down, you took in the situation.

Steve had been missing for about three weeks, you and the rest of the party searching relentlessly for him. When you connected the dots and realized he must’ve been taken, you told Hopper. And that’s what led you to the situation you were in now.

He began compressions on Steve’s chest, and a moment later you gave him two breaths.

It didn’t work, and you tried to stay calm, knowing it would take more than just that, but inside you were freaking out. Tears were streaming down your face as he continued pressing on his chest. You were begging him to wake up, taking a pause to give him a couple more breaths a moment later.

You didn’t have to give him another breath before he gasped for air, shooting up into a seated position. You were still sobbing, but this time it was in relief. Grabbing the oxygen mask you’d brought, you slipped it onto his face and he weakly breathed, gripping your hands.

When you were all standing again, he gripped you by the shoulders and, even with a mask covering half his face, you could see a goofy, tired smile. He pulled you into a tight hug, not wanting to let you go.

—

Before laying in your bed, Steve wanted to take a quick shower. He mostly just wanted to wash all the Upside-Down-substance off of him before getting in your bed, which you didn’t mind.

You could tell he was shaken — which was to be expected. He was in there for almost a month, unconscious and confused the whole time.

Taking your mask off in that place, even just for a moment, irritated your throat, and you’d been coughing since you got out.

Once you were changed, Steve knocked on the door. He stood there in only a towel wrapped around his waist with his arms crossed. He was looking at the floor, and even in the dark you could see tear stains down his cheeks.

“Hey,” you said gently. “You okay?”

“Do you care to help me? My whole body hurts and... I don’t really wanna be alone right now.”

“Yeah, of course, I’ll help you.”

Sitting on a stool next to the bathtub, you made sure the water was hot before plugging the drain. Steve was leaned against the counter, just watching you with tired eyes.

He originally just asked you to step into the shower with him, but you wanted to give him a bath. He needed to relax as possible, and sitting in a hot bath would help him fall asleep afterward.

When you looked back at him, your eyes scanned his exposed skin. You saw bruises and healing cuts, and he’d begun staring at the floor again.

Since your room was dark, you couldn’t see any of his injuries a moment ago. But now they were on full display, and it made your heart sink.

“How do you feel?” you asked, standing up and walking over to him, reaching down and softly gripping his hands. You were now a few inches taller than him, something you weren’t used to.

He didn’t answer, instead pulling you into a hug. You immediately hugged back, trying not to hurt him. You stayed like that for a moment while you let the tub fill up.

You gripped his face in your hands, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I missed you,” you said. “I was so worried.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I could’ve fought against it harder.”

You gave him an expression that made him break eye contact, knowing it wasn’t his fault.

“Please don’t blame yourself.”

“Sorry.”

“And stop apologizing.”

He gave a tired smile, and you brought his head closer to you. You pressed your lips to his forehead before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug.

When the water was to the level that you wanted it at, you turned it off and helped him step in and lower down. You sat back down on the stool and watched him bend his knees and pull them into his chest.

“I’m sorry it’s not a bigger tub,” you said, making him smirk.

“It’s good. It feels nice.”

You saw another tear drip down his cheek and into the water and he sniffled. You turned his face to look at him.

“It’s okay. You’re out of that place. You’re safe.” You pushed his hair out of his face, noticing how dirty it was. “I’m gonna help you wash up and then we’re gonna go to bed. How’s that sound?”

He nodded. “Good.” You wiped the tear from his cheek.

He looked away, as if he was keeping something from you. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed. “A minute ago when you turned around to turn the water off... I saw myself in that place again. It’s like the room changed, and I was alone again. It just... freaked me out.”

You nodded, filling up a cup with water and pouring it over his head, soaking his hair.

“When Will got back, he saw the same things for a while.”

“He was still possessed though. I-I don’t want to go through what he did.”

You weren’t sure what to say. “I know. I don’t want you to, either. But for tonight, let’s just focus on you getting some sleep.”

“I was asleep for three weeks.”

“No. You were unconscious. You need sleep. Rest. The voluntary kind.”

He didn’t say anything for the rest of his bath, but he let out a few satisfied groans at your fingers on his scalp.

You laid on your back in bed and he laid on his stomach between your thighs, his face resting on your chest, the top of his head against your chin. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and his around your waist.

He wanted to be as close as humanly possible, sniffling every once in a while.

Whenever he cried to you, you’d run your fingers through his hair as a way of silently comforting him, and tonight, it was like he hadn’t felt it for years. It made him melt and cry even harder, but he fell asleep relatively quickly.

And that’s how the two of you stayed for the rest of the night.

[heizenka]

⚘ Steve Harrington x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— content warnings: f!reader, angst, major character death, gore, blood, possible season 4 spoilers

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My legs felt like they were on fire, every step felt like it was going to be my last as we ran through the wasteland of what is supposed to be Hawkins Indiana.

I turned around to make sure those bats weren't catching up to us, only to see Steve. He was struggling to keep up, one hand was holding the left side of his abdomen.

"Shit! Steve are you okay?" My pace slowed so I would be closer to him.

"Yeah, just keep going! I'm fine." My brows creased.

He was lying.

"Guys! We need to find somewhere to stop. We can't run forever anyways!" I shouted to Nancy, Robin, and Eddie.

"Y/N stop, I'm fine-" I interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

"Steve! Stop, you're clearly not fine. If you keep going at this rate you'll die." My chest felt tight as I said the words.

I stopped and walked up to Steve, legs burning, and heart pounding.

"I know you've been through a lot of shit but you're not quitting now. Do you understand?" He looked annoyed

"Y/N, it's fine. I can run for-"

"Do you understand?" I asked once more, my voice sharper in hopes he would agree this time.

He looked me in the eye for what felt like forever, the only sound I could hear were the distant screams of those bat- things in the distance.

"Fine." He agreed reluctantly, and it felt like a weight was lifted off you chest.

Silence surrounded the group until Nancy spoke up.

"So where do we go? We obviously can't stay out in the open, especially with those things all around us now."

"Skull rock is near by, might be the best chance we have right now." Robin pitched in.

You nodded you head, "Where do we go?"

"Follow me." Robin spoke.

And everyone did.

---

"Okay, I got you." My voice strained as Steve put most of his weight onto me.

We finally made it to Skull rock, but halfway through Steve got light headed, and needed someone to help him keep up. And lucky for me, I had to help.

"It's fine, were here anyway." He tried to stand on his own, but stumbled.

"Yeah, sure you are. For once can't you just admit that you need help? You almost died for gods sake. It okay to need help." I shouted before I sat him down against the rock and walked towards Robin and Nancy.

"God, he gets on my nerves. I have no clue how you dated him Nancy, he so goddamn full of himself." She gave me a soft smile before replying.

"Yeah, but he was sweet to me. And he looked at me like I was his world. But you know, he still has that look in his eyes." She looked up at me from where she was sitting.

My heart stung a bit at the words. Does this mean he still loves her?

I must have taken a second too long to respond before she started talking once more.

"Not towards me anymore Y/N, you. He looks at you like that."

I sat down next to Nancy and Robin, trying to wrap my head around this fact.

"You should have heard the way he would talk about you at work too, he would never shut up about you." Robin grinned.

I truthfully didn't know how to respond, my heard pounded against my ribs at the thought of Steve Harrington actually liking me.

"Well that's good to know." That was the only thing I was able get out.

I put my head on Nancy's shoulder, hoping to have some time to think about what were going going to do to get out of here, and what I was going to do about Steve.

---

I opened my eyes and jumped at the sound of a loud shriek that came form nearby.

My eyes were now wide open as I looked around to see if there was something nearby, waiting to attack. But after a quick scan of my surroundings I realized something was missing.

I was alone.

I stood up and looked all around me, but there was no one there. My head pounded as I kept looking, but there was no sign that anyone beside myself was there.

DING DING DING

My head turned at the loud sound coming from all around me.

DING DING DING

The sound.. it kept going. on and on and on. But I couldn't tell where it was coming from.

Until my eyes landed on something that stood out.

A clock.

DING DING DING

The throbbing in my head was getting worse as the clock seemed like it was getting louder.

"Hello Y/N." A deep sound sounded behind me. "I've been wanting to see you."

DING DING DING

STEVE'S POV

Everything hurt.

"Are you good?" I opened my eyes to see Eddie standing there, hands in his pockets, he looked anxious.

"Like I said I'm fine, when will you people believe me when I say that." I groaned in annoyance, I am sick of people constantly being worried about me, especially Y/N.

I'm supposed to be the one looking out for her, I'm not supposed to be someone she's always worried about, I don't want her to think I'm somebody that can't take care of them self.

"Sorry man, but when we found you here, you were basically bleeding to death. Y/N almost had a damn heart attack when she saw you."

My brows furrowed.

"Yeah right, she hates me. I'm pretty sure I heard her laughing when you guys found me." I rolled my eyes.

"Man, how dull are you to realize that-." He almost finished his sentence but was interrupted by Robin and Nancy screaming Y/N's name.

"Y/N! Hey, c'mon you need to open you eyes, please! Y/N!" I leaned against the rock to help myself stand up, hoping it would allow me to get over there quicker.

"Y/N! Steve, get over here now! Please, Y/N open you eyes!" Robin shook Y/N by the shoulders, her eyes wide with fear and worry.

I walked over as fast as I could, my heart sank when I saw what was hapening.

Y/N was leaning against the rock as her body stiff with no movement, eyes rolled all the way back leaving only the whites of her eyes showing.

I rushed over and couched next to her unresponsive body, fear overcoming my body

"Y/N, hey c'mon you gotta snap out of it! Please, I need you here!" My voice was trembling as I spoke, knowing what will happen if she doesn't wake up.

She needed to wake up, I haven't told her, god there so many things I haven't told her yet.

Y/N'S POV

My heart stopped when I heard the voice, My reflexes kicked in and I turned around as fast as my body would allow me to.

Vecna

My body froze wit fear at the realization, I was trapped in my own head and there was no way out, no one to save me from this fate.

My head felt like it was being hit over and over with a brick, the pain got worse and worse as he got closer to me, tears flooded my eyes as the pain became unbearable.

"I'm here to put your suffering to an end, to take away your pain." His voice felt like nails in my head, as he stepped closer I could finally get a good look at him.

Fear rushed through my veins when he stopped in front of me, looking me right in the eye before speaking once more.

"You've been through so much, let me take that all away. End your life long suffering." His hand reach forward, hovering over my face as his nails grew dangerously close.

My heart came to a quick stop when Vecna's nails dug into the skin on my head, Pain flooding through my body, and memories rushing through my head.

This is it?

19 years of my life down the drain in what felt like 2 minutes, and there was nothing I or anyone could do to stop it.

This is it.

STEVE'S POV

Everything seemed to come to a stop when Y/N's body started to started to float away from my grasp, tears started form in my eyes.

I stood up, and tried to get a grasp on her body, hoping that if I could bring her back down then this would be over, we could go back home and I could tell her that I love her, I could hold her in my arms and keep her safe from all of this.

I was so close.. She was right there.

SNAP

My heart shattered along with all of the hope I had in my body. The tears in my eyes started to free fall down my face.

Every bone in Y/N's body started to snap and bend in unnatural ways, every sound was like a stab to the heart.

Someone tried to turn my body away from the scene in front of us, but it was pointless, even if I looked away I could still hear it.

Whoever it was noticed I wasn't going to move, so they pulled my head into their shoulder to keep my from looking, but the sounds were so loud in my ears.

There was a final pop, before Y/N's body dropped to the ground.

Sobs racked my body as I tore myself away from the comfort of my friend to look at Y/N for the last time. The tears only fell harder after I caught sign of their body.

Every bone in her body was bent the wrong way, and those beautiful E/C eyes were now nowhere to be found.

I could hear Nancy and Robin crying both of them remained in the same spot, while Eddie just stood with wide eyes full of shock staring at Y/N lifeless body.

She was gone, my Y/N.. was gone.

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Secret (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Summary: Steve Harrington asks you to keep a secret for him.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, unprotected sex, cheating, choking, bloody knees, oral (m receiving).

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

“You can keep a secret, can’t you?”

You nodded and pressed a hand over your mouth, stifling a moan as his fingers pumped in and out of you at a steady rate; curling and hitting that spot over and over and over. Your eyes fluttered closed as your free hand gripped the countertop behind you.

“That’s my girl.”

His words only shot more heat through your body, and you spread your legs a little wider for him. 

You were both tipsy — which was what got you into this situation in the first place. A little bit of alcohol; mutual pining; a raging party that was easy to sneak away in and BAM you were helping Steve Harrington — King Steve — cheat on his perfect, pretty, perky little girlfriend. 

Nancy Wheeler really was perfect. She had the perfect body, the perfect hair, the perfect face — hell, even the perfect family. That’s how it came off, anyways. You couldn’t understand why King Steve would want to cheat on his perfect girlfriend with you, but you couldn’t complain. Not right now. Not when his fingers were so deep inside you all you saw were stars.

His thumb brushed against your clit with each thrust of his fingers, his eyes just watching the way your cunt greedily sucked them in. You could see the outline of his hard cock in his jeans, and you wanted it. Bad. 

Your eyes rolled back slightly as you felt your first orgasm wash over you, tummy going taut and your thighs pressing together. You muffled your moan with your hand as your pussy clenched around Steve’s fingers, and he did his best to work you through it though his hand was trapped between your thighs.

“Fuck,” He breathed out, his eyes looking over you. “That was so fucking hot.” He gently withdrew his fingers from your cunt and leaned in to kiss your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. He parted them with his tongue while his hands went to work on his belt. You only knew, because you could hear it clanking as he worked on it. 

“Take off your panties.” He told you, and you did as asked, handing them to him when he held his hand out for them. He shoved them into his back pocket and winked at you.

Good lord, you could’ve fallen to your knees right then.

His cock sprung out from its confines and you did just that, your knees hitting the cold linoleum floor as you took it in hand. You gave it a few strokes, spreading the beads of precum over his length before you took him into your mouth.

He hissed softly, grasping your hair in his hands as you had your way with him, bobbing a little frantically like you were doing this to stay alive. No, you’d just been dreaming about his cock since you were freshmen in high school and now you were finally getting it. You hollowed your cheeks as you continued, a shiver running down your spine as he brushed his thumb down your face.

“Fuck, look at you… so pretty with my cock in your mouth, huh? You love it.” 

You made eye contact with him and made a noise of approval at the back of your throat. Yes, you did love it. You loved it so fucking much, you never wanted this to stop. 

He grasped your hair in both hands and stilled you. You whined in retaliation, giving him the best puppydog eyes you could with his cock still halfway in your mouth. 

“Aww, poor baby. Desperate to suck my cock? Don’t worry, my sweet angel. I’ll take care of it for you.” 

Then, he was thrusting; in and out of your mouth as he held your head still. You relaxed your mouth and held it open for him, your eyes fluttering shut as heat shot through your body straight to your cunt. 

Fuck, you loved him fucking your mouth. 

You breathed in through your nose when you could while he used you to his liking, tears forming at the corners of your eyes as you gagged on him. Drool dripped from your lips onto your shirt and on the floor. 

When he’d had enough, he pulled back from you, and you coughed. He coaxed you up off of the floor and lifted you onto the counter. You slipped back into the sink slightly before shifting yourself back onto the edge. 

He pushed your skirt up and you spread your legs for him as he pressed the tip of his cock against you, rubbing it up and down your folds. You panted softly, waiting for him to press in as he looked up into your eyes with a little grin. 

“You’ve been dreaming about this, I can tell… well, you wanna know a little secret? I’ve dreamt about this sweet little pussy, too. Even thought about it while fucking Nancy. Bet it’ll have such a vice grip on me. I’ll have to hold myself together so I don’t cum so quick.”

Then, withouth much more warning, he pressed into you, filling you up. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling and you gripped the edge of the counter with both hands, your jaw falling open. You clenched around him, loving the feeling.

“Fuck… yeah, it’s even better than I thought.” He squeezed your thigh softly as he pulled back to thrust in again. Your back arched slightly with the movement and you released a soft moan.

“Shh...shhh… we don't want anyone to find us, right?” He grinned at you, and placed his hand over your mouth. Though it was pretty loud downstairs, you were sure no one would hear you and find you.

Unless, they came looking for one of you. Which you wouldn’t be surprised if Nancy was looking for her boyfriend at this point. It had been a while.

He found a quick pace, one that was good for both of you. You moaned behind his hand with each thrust, his own groans being thrown into the mix every now and then. His nails slightly dug into your thigh as you hooked your ankles around him, not letting him pull out too far. 

“Baby…” His head tipped down, watching where your bodies met, “So fucking wet for me, it’s so good.” 

You whimpered behind his hand, your own reaching up to grab his wrist. You pulled it down so it rested on your throat.

His eyes widened a little bit, before a soft smirk fell onto his lips. He squeezed your throat, making heat shoot down your body.

“Close,” You told him, your voice high-pitched and whimpery. 

“Me too, baby.” He grinned at you. His hand on your thigh moved to find your clit, and the moment you got that extra stimulation you exploded on his cock. Stars flew past your eyes as your thighs shook through your orgasm and you moaned way too loudly.

“Fuck… get down baby, wanna cum in your mouth.” He pulled out of you, and you did as asked, dropping to your knees once more and opening your mouth up.

He tapped the tip of his cock against your bottom lip and you could taste yourself as your tongue brushed over his head. He continued to stroke himself frantically before he finally came, shoving his cock into your mouth so you could catch all of it. 

You moaned around him and sucked him dry, swallowing all of the hot load that you could. The taste of the two of you mixed together was like heaven.

“Good…fuck, good girl.” He panted, running his fingers through his hair a few times. 

You licked your lips and stood, running your fingers through your hair a few times to get it to calm down. 

“Hey, you’re bleeding—” He pointed to your leg, and you looked down. Sure enough, your knee had split open from falling onto the ground so hard. There was even some blood on the floor.

You cursed softly. 

“Let me clean it up for you.” He smiled.

You nodded, and he helped you back onto the counter before kneeling down between your legs to get into the cabinet. Peroxide, a couple of wipes with a tissue, and a large bandage later you were all patched up and ready to get back to the party.

You hopped back off to clean up the blood off of the floor. He pressed himself against you from behind as you did so. You turned your head to look at him, grinning. 

“What?” He asked.

“You’re hard again,” You pointed out. 

“So? Maybe I’ll go find Nancy to help me out.” He smirked, his brow raising.

Jealousy shot through you and you stood up straight, tossing the toilet paper into the trash can.

“Fine, do that then.” You huffed.

“Aww, baby. I didn’t mean to piss you off. You know you’re my special girl, right? Definitely wanna keep seeing you.” He caressed your cheek softly.

“And Nancy?” You asked, melting into his touch slightly.

“I’ll deal with her soon.”

. . . . . . . . . .

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born to be my baby pt two | stranger things ; s.harrington

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CHAPTERS ; 

one can be found by clicking. stranger things masterlist is here.

AUTHORS NOTES;

so this story also has me in a chokehold now along with my gareth emerson one. i have major plans. this is going to serve as my foray into writing the actual canon events -as close as I can, maybe with changes as needed. This came to me almost the second I hit post on the first part so I figured that since I was up and it was on my mind I might as well get it out.

You guys have seriously blown me away because I never post anything with any intent beyond getting it out of my head, so all the comments/likes/reblogs/reblogs with tags are just ahhhhh.. I'm so blown away every single time because it means the world to me.

SUMMARY;

-- You were born to be my baby And baby, I was made to be your man and sooner or later, we'll get there.

PAIRING;

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

( beyond female parts, outfit / personality / hairstyle descriptions given, reader is pretty much a blank slate.. to the best of my ability.)

WARNINGS;

swearing, mutual pining, friends to lovers with a kind of slow burn but not too slow. Upside Down and it's unholy terrors will be making appearances in this but things will be changed to fit my personal narrative as needed. Eventual filth maybe? Angst, so much angst and pining, ugh.

TAGLIST;

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OTHER STUFF;

Reader is the same age as Steve. Both are 18+ here. Reader has her own place / is independent from her family, thus making this also a found family fic eventually (ie, the gang adopts her, haha). The Upside Down / events will occur here BUT BUT.. no deaths most likely and things miiight be changed if needed.

– later that night

“Carol and Nicole are still bitchy, I see.” you muse as Robin laughs and shrugs. “Mhm. They still think they run Hawkins too.” and you laugh about that. “Yeah, I got that vibe from Carol earlier. They were saying shit about Steve working in Scoops Ahoy, I think? Then they noticed me and started that whole fake nice thing they’re soooo good at.” you turn into the parking lot behind the bar and pull into the parking space with a big yellow 02 spraypainted in between the lines. 

Robin’s gazing at the building hesitantly. You giggle softly. “Look, I know it looks sketchy but.. The guy who owns the bar actually gave me a huge deal? Especially when I told him I’d do most of the legwork in painting and stuff in my unit. He takes off like, ten or fifteen percent of the rent? And he didn’t ask too many questions when I came in to look at the place, so.. I’m not complaining, honestly.” you take a drag of your cigarette and thump it out of your window, stepping on it when you get out of your car, crushing it beneath your shoe. You shut the car door with your hip and Robin shuts the door on her side. “Aren’t you gonna lock the car?” she asks.

You palm your face and double back, opening the door and locking it, then reaching across to do the same with her door. She’s lingering close, shuffling her sneakers against the pavement. You catch up to her and the two of you make your way up the back stairwell quickly. Not quite quick enough, as you happen to come in on the tail end of a fight that spills over into the little hallway, one of the bikers who frequents the bar settling in a drunken heap at your feet. You smush yourself against the wall and Robin does the same and the two of you make a break for it.

“Is it always like this?” Robin asks as you turn the corner and start up the second flight of stairs that it takes to get to your apartment. She spots the bright red door from the top of the stairwell and smirks, nodding to it. “Your door, I’m guessing?”

You laugh and nod. “Gus, he’s the owner. Said he’s gonna let everybody paint the  door whatever color they want. Gonna let ‘em do their own thing because he can’t be bothered to hire anyone.”

“And that one contractor in town only takes on high paying jobs. Apparently, he’s the one who put in Steve’s pool. I know because he came in and asked Steve how the heated pool was.” she’s telling you all about it as you unlock your door. Robin steps in behind you and her eyes are darting around as she grins. “Yeah, this is definitely your apartment.”

“Oh yeah?” you purr as you reach down and slip a finger down into the back of the heel you’re wearing, lifting your foot to let it settle on the floor. You take off the other heel and flex your toes, glaring at the shoes. “I am.. Not entirely sure those were the best purchases I’ve ever made.”

Robin’s snickering because you’ve got Richie Sambora front and center on the wall over your second hand couch. “Richie? Of all the men you could’ve put here, you have Richie Sambora?”

“Look at him!” you gesture at the framed print. Robin laughs when she turns and finds herself faced with a piece of leopard print cloth you’d gotten from the general store downtown and tacked up as a curtain to separate your bedroom and bathroom from the front of the apartment and the clear beads tacked over the top of it.

“Oh that. That’s where the magic doesn’t happen. Yet.” you laugh and wave a hand at the area dismissively as you start to take out the groceries you’d stopped to get on the way back from picking up Robin in preparation for the weekend ahead of you both.

“Wow, since when do you cook?”

“Robbie, c’mon.. Since we were eleven, at least. Remember?” “I remember a lot of visits from Hawkins Fire.” Robin retorts, making you pout. “Yeah?” you poke out your tongue, “Well, I got into it, it’s actually kinda relaxing. Still set shit on fire though, bite me.” you pout a little as you admit it to her.

“I thought so.”

“Hafuckingha, Robbie.”

“You’re painting a wall red?”

You glance over at Robin as she peeks into your bedroom and bathroom. You laugh and nod. “Mhm. I found some of that peel and stick leopard print drawer liner, that’s gonna go up too.” you drag a hand through your hair, “Unless I buy a huge frame and frame it.”

“Woman, what the hell?” Robin gestures to the chair sitting at your crowded vanity that’s loaded down with clothes. You laugh. “Gotta fix the hanging rod in the closet, apparently, it was not equipped or prepared for my clothes. I uh..Err.. I may have a problem?” you laugh it off sheepishly. You flip the light switch and Robin turns in a circle in the small bedroom that’s mostly taken up by your king sized mattresses. The bed frame pissed you off so it’s currently propped on the wall next to the bathroom door. She nods to the door. “That’s the bathroom, huh?”

“It’s tiny.” you warn as she disappears inside. Robin calls out through the closed door, “It’s the size of a closet!”

“I know!” you laugh as you flop down onto the bed, taking off the stockings you’d worn with your outfit for the day. After that, you took off the earrings and all your bracelets, the necklaces and your leather jacket, tossing the jacket at the chair. You’ve just started grabbing your favorite satin pajama shorts and the matching top and robe when Robin steps out. “I’m glad I’m not claustrophobic.”

“That’s what I said. But..” you step into the bathroom to change and take off your makeup, the door cracked so you can still talk, “It’s my space. At least now I don’t have to deal with Bob and Melanie and their excuses. Now they don’t have to bother making excuses, either. It works for everybody. Honestly, I’m surprised, “ you wet a black washcloth and pour some astringent into it, squishing until there’s a bit of foam coming through the rag, “That they said they’d help out with money if I need it?”

You step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom and Robin’s made herself at home, flopped across the bed, reading one of your issues of Cosmopolitan. “They did, huh?”

“Yeah, when they won that money and we moved, they really surprised me, they were very free with the money.” you shrug it off, grimacing. “Anyway, that doesn’t matter. How’s Hawkins High? What’s been going on since I left. I mean, I was shocked when I found out they were opening a mall here.” 

Robin laughs, raising to sit. “Yeah. Well, the highlight of the moment is the mall. It’s still boring as hell. Oh.. That note I said I’d give Tammy?”

You smile, your face lighting up only to fall when Robin frowns. “I didn’t.”

“Why the hell not, woman?”

“Well I mean… We don’t exactly live in a friendly place for… ya know.. My kind.”

You sigh and nod. “Yeah, makes sense I guess. Did you at least talk to her?”

Robin cringes and you groan quietly, shaking your head. Robin pouts. “I tried, okay? I tried.”

“Yeah, I know. Didn’t she move to Tennessee or something to try singing?”

“She did.” Robin laughs and you cringe about it. “Why, I’ll never know. I know you were in love with her but like.. Your girl could not sing.”

“Yeah, she really couldn’t.”

“Okay, so what about new prospects?”

Robin shrugs. “I’ve been busy between work and school and band.”

“Yeah.” you smile, nodding.

“So what’d you and Steve talk about earlier during your smoke break?”

You shrug. “Nothing, really.”

The lights flicker and the two of you share a look, your breath catching in your throat. You hate blackouts, the dark in general. And you hate it so much more when there’s bad weather as the cause. “I hope this storm doesn’t get as bad as they were saying on the radio on the way in.”

“Me too.”

The sounds of rowdy hard rock music and laughter and swearing drifts up through the floorboards and when the power goes out entirely, you can just faintly hear the patrons of the bar below raising hell about it. Thunder rattles the window and you and Robin jump a little.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ve got candles and a flashlight.” the two of you make your way out into the kitchen and living room of the apartment and you find your flashlight and the box of matches. You and Robin go around lighting as many candles as you can and sink back down on the couch with the box of pizza you’d brought on the way sitting on the table in front of the sofa. And the topic of conversation turns back to school and people you knew or people Robin’s met in your absence.

“There’s a guy who lives in Forest Hills. He’d love you so much, holy shit, I mean.. You’re probably just his type. His name is Eddie.”

“Wait.. Eddie Munson, right?” you ask, laughing softly.

“Yeah! Wait, when did you meet him?”

“Well, you know I’ve always been nocturnal. We used to uh.. Wander around at night when everybody else was asleep. He’s sweet but like.. That spark isn’t there.”

“You mean the spark you feel around a certain dingus?”

“Hey, whoa.. He’s pretty, okay? Let’s not..” you take a bite of your slice of pizza and swallow it, “Let’s not go saying anything that serious. Besides, isn’t he dating that girl? Norah, Nelly… Nancy, that’s her name…”

“No, that ended last year. She’s dating some guy named Jonathan now.” Robin takes a bite of her pizza and shrugs. You laugh. “Then he’s got girls on top of girls on top of girls. Y’know I’m not his type.”

“Yeah, that’s what I told him earlier when he was asking a thousand questions.” Robin’s kind of giggling when she says it, searching your face for a reaction of some kind. You bite your lip and you try to stay quiet, you try to act casual, but in the end, your curiosity wins out. “What’d he ask?”

“I knew it!”

“Hey, I’m just curious what he’s asking about me.” you shrug it off and finish the slice of pizza up to the crust, sitting the crust in the box to grab another piece. You take a bite and wait.

“He was asking who you were. Then I told him and he remembered? And he was asking if you were dating anybody, stuff like that.” Robin’s smirking when you nearly choke on your pizza, reaching out to hit you between the shoulders. “Don’t die on me, he’s just a mere dingus.”

“Ha ha.” you gasp the word out, laughing. “What’d he remember?”

“More than I would’ve ever given the guy credit for noticing, truth be told.” 

“Such as?”

“The red cardigan you always wore? The way it covered your fingers? You doodled on your test papers, too. He remembered that.”

You giggle. “Yeah, I think that day the teacher let us grade each other’s papers, he got mine. I covered the one side in leopard dots and little hearts and stuff.”

“You’re not over him, are you?”

You shrug. “Maybe? Maybe not? I..” you trail off, biting your lip as you try to figure out the answer for yourself because you’re not really sure yet. “I dunno, to be honest. I mean I thought I was over him but then I saw him today and even in that stupid fucking uniform.” you fan yourself and Robin pretends to gag.

“He’s not that bad. I got the feeling when we talked the little bit we did talk earlier while we were smoking out back of the mall that he’s kinda like… Lonely?”

Robin groans and palms her face. “Be careful, you know how those guys are. I know he’s not that bad, but.. He is a dingus.”

“I know how they can be, but like… I dunno” you lean back into the sofa and let out a dramatic sigh. Robin nods to the Richie Sambora picture and laughs. “You kinda have a type.”

“Huh?”

“Well, Richie kinda has the hair situation Steve’s got going on. So do half of these other guys you have hanging up all over, come to think of it.” Robin’s teasing you and you pout, sticking your tongue out at her. 

“So he was asking about me, huh?” you mumble, mostly to yourself. Robin laughs and whacks you with one of the throw pillows you’d covered in black velvet fabric. “Hey! It was just a question, I’m not thinking about doing anything…”

But you kind of are. You just don’t know what exactly.

Friends. Maybe you could try being the guy’s friend. He certainly seemed like he needed those if the shit Carol was whispering to Nicole about him earlier were anything to go by.  

“I know that look, ___. You are.”

You shake your head, despite knowing damn well that yeah, maybe you are. “Maybe you could cut him some slack too?” you give her the smallest pleading look. “He just looked down earlier? Not himself, I dunno. Like Steve was always a mile a minute, Mr. Smooth talker and tonight he just… Wasn’t?” you look at her and she grumbles. “Fine. I’ll try.”

You smile a little.

“You.. do not go diving headfirst though, alright?”

You nod. Her advice makes sense.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.”

“I mean it.” Robin repeats, firmer.

“Okay, alright! I swear. I’ll even pinky promise.” you hold out your pinky, linking with Robin’s.

–( steve’s house )

The phone rings and it cuts through the combination of big empty house and loud noisy mind. When he picks up and he hears the pop and hiss of static from the Camp Knowwhere payphone, Steve chuckles and grins. “Henderson, hey buddy.”

“Hey! How’s it going?”

“It’s going, man. You know me, always busy.” Steve says it, but in reality, he’s flipping through old yearbooks. He spots the picture of you in the 83 year book and he’s biting his lip. Trying to figure out which version of you he prefers. He remembers you a lot better now than he realized. He actually had a little bit of a crush on you at the beginning of the year, but then Nancy Wheeler caught his eye and he just kind of shoved that out of his head.

Carol always used to pick on you and it always used to piss him off.

To be fair, it always bothered him when Carol would start picking on anyone, but he remembers you specifically because it was one of the first times he ever voiced how it made him feel before he could stop himself from saying it.

“Steve?”

“I’m here, Henderson. Just ah..” he laughs and stands, pacing the living room with the phone in his hand and the cord near to wrapping his tall and muscular frame. “Just looking through yearbooks.”

“Ah, so you miss Hawkins High already, hm?”

“No, no. I was looking for a girl. I saw her earlier today in the mall? She used to live here but she moved or something and now she’s moved back.” he rubs his forehead. “Anyway, I just wanted to see something.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“It’s not like that, Henderson.”

“Sure. You’re Steve Harrington, buddy. I know you. I know it has to be something. Did you talk to her? What’d she say?”

“Hey, whoa.. How about you tell me about how camp’s going so far, huh? I wanna hear all about it.”

Steve falls back against an expensive sofa and reclines his legs over the back of it. Laughing as Dustin starts to tell him about his camp girlfriend Suzy and the fact that they’re letting them build robots and they’re going to launch rockets on the last day. And Steve is smiling, laughing. Listening to Dustin because he feels a lot less lonely.

He has somebody to talk to right now, when his mind just won’t shut up.

He can talk to Dustin and the house doesn’t seem so big or so empty. And the kid’s fast become like the little sibling he never got to have.

He’s hesitant to tell Dustin this, of course, but it goes without saying.

As soon as he hangs up with Dustin, he’s flipping through the annual again, looking for a sneaky candid. Anything else that’ll give him another glimpse of you. And towards the back, he finds it. It’s a picture of you and Robin at a school carnival, in the face painting booth. The smile on your face makes him smile a little and as soon as he realizes it, he slams the yearbook shut and places it back into the cardboard box.

[billyhargrovesslut]

Ghostface

Imagine: Ghostface steve falling madly in love with you and killing everyone close to you so you only have him to turn to.

[boldlyvoid]

Family Values | Part 3: Family Dinner

Steve Harrington x Single Mom Reader

Summary: Steve picks up Robin and Lucas from college in time to introduce Y/N to everyone at Friday Family Dinner @ Joyce and Hops.

Warnings: food mentioned, nancy and Jonathan discuss extending their family, falling in love, getting together, meeting the family

Word count: 3.9k

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Nancy and Jonathan had a tradition of drinking their morning coffee together on the porch, they enjoyed the dewy morning air and the chilly breeze that went through town before the sun warmed things up. There wasn’t long until the snow came, November shook the leaves from the trees and forced them to wrap up in more than one blanket. Huddled together on the hanging chair, coffee in hand, they spot the one difference in their view this morning. 

Steve's car is still parked next door.

“I can’t believe him,” Nancy shakes her head.

“Really?” Jonathan laughs, “the man ran through all the women in town and then a single mom moves in, what else did you expect?” 

“I thought he’d wait longer than 4 days,” she bites back. “He does this, he gets so attached to the idea of a future with someone that he can’t actually fall in love with the real version of them and then it all crumbles.” 

“It’s not all his fault,” Jonathan shrugs, “I mean, it’s ours too. If we had’ve just admitted something happened between us that year, you wouldn’t have stayed with him so long and he would’ve moved on easier… now he just thinks about the life he planned with you but applies to everyone else to see if they fit.” 

“I never thought about it like that,” Nancy admits, feeling a little bad for how everything played out. “She is the same age as me, I can’t imagine having a kid already?” 

“No, but if Steve and Y/N do work out, our future kids would have friends for the rest of their lives,” he smiles. “The Harringtons and the Byers are going to grow up inseparable this time.” 

She can’t help but laugh, smiling at all the possibilities, “that would be nice to see.” 

“My mom would love to be a grandma,” Jonathan drops a hint that he’s ready. 

“You think once Eileen meets Y/N she’ll wanna have another baby too?” Nancy wonders, “cause then all 3 of us could have kids the same age…”

“Really?” Jonathan turns to her with wide eyes full of excitement. “You’d want to have kids now?” 

She nods, “yeah, I mean, we’re safe, we have money, Mike's leaving for college soon… we can use Holly's old room for our baby?” 

He pulls her into a side hug and kisses the top of her head, “even just trying is going to be fun.”

“We’ve been very good at practice,” she teases, wrapping her arms around his middle and kissing the side of his neck when they’re interrupted. 

“Look,” Jonathan points with his chin, redirecting her view to Steve leaving their neighbour's house and heading right toward their own… “here we go.” 

He climbs the stairs two at a time, “hello neighbours,” he bows to them, full of a little too much energy. 

“I can’t believe you,” Nancy can’t help but laugh. “Did you sleep with her?” 

He shakes his head, “no, I just slept beside her until Lisa came in this morning and then she kept me up.” 

“And yet you’re this cheery?” Jonathan doesn’t believe that. 

“Yep, I was just wondering if you guys had any more coffee?” He purses his lips, rising his brows, “please?” 

Nancy smirks, “yeah, I put on some extra when I saw your car still parked out there, it’s in the pot.” 

“Thank you,” he basically moans before heading into her house. He’s so used to being there, that he goes right to the mug cupboard and grabs his favourite which just so happened to say world's best mom… it wasn’t wrong according to Dustin. 

He fills his mug and adds some sugar, he cups the mug in his hands, holding it to his chest with a sigh before he takes his first sip. It was heavenly, he really, truly woke right up after another few sips, leaning against Nancy’s counter, it was weird being alone after such a lovely night full of cuddles. 

He was so used to one-night stands that ended in him waking up alone in his own bed, or finding his clothes and hurrying out a stranger's door. Last night he cuddled with a girl he thought he might grow to really love, he kept a hand on her stomach, and he felt a few kicks too, it was so cool. It made him feel like he was really an adult now, playing mommy and daddy with Y/N came to him so quickly she might as well put his name on the birth certificate when this next baby comes… cause he wasn’t going anywhere. 

Except for tonight, he had to go pick Robin and Lucas up from school, they both got into Notre Dame in September, so every Friday he drives 3 hours to pick them up and bring them home. Then every Sunday he drives them back the hour and a half back to Joseph County only to head home alone and sad. 

That was all about to change and he couldn’t fucking wait to tell Robin everything! He was practically vibrating with anticipation, he knew she’d love Y/N when she met her, this was the exact woman they’d hypothesized for him and now she was real and she liked him back… Robin was going to freak out. 

“What time are you going to be back tonight?” Nancy asked as she came back inside. 

“I’m leaving around 3… so like, 7-ish, why?” 

“I was just wondering if wanted to invite Y/N and Lisa over to Joyce’s, I told her about them and she said they’re more than welcome to come to Family dinner with the rest of us,” Nancy explained with a sweet smile. “I figured if you didn’t make a move I’d set you up with her, but of course—

“I didn’t make a move,” he laughs. “I actually just got to know her…”

“You seriously didn’t sleep with her?” Nancy just now believes him.

He shakes his head, “I’m being completely serious, we kissed a bit and cuddled on the couch till she fell asleep so I woke her up to move her to bed, make sure the baby stays comfortable and all… Then she asked if I wanted to stay 'cause she hasn’t been that comfortable since she got pregnant, and I couldn’t say no to that… but then it was the best sleep I’ve ever had.” 

Nancy’s face softens, “awe, Steve!” 

“I know,” he blushes, staring down into his coffee, “it’s silly… she’s been in town a week and I’m ready to give it all to her.” 

“When you know, you know,” she shrugs. “I’m still sorry for everything I put you through.” 

“Don’t be,” he lets out a sigh and smiles at her. “If it wasn’t for you I don’t think my life would be this full… Dustin only asked for my help because I was already at your front door with flowers, ready to try and win you back and instead I got a family.”

“We are family,” she smiles at him. “And for what it’s worth, Steve, I love you now… as family.” 

He puts his coffee mug down and pulls her into a hug only to give her a nuggie, messing up her hair while she laughed and pushed him away. “Love you too, Nance.” 

“Whatever,” she was done being affectionate, but she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. “I have a job to get to and my hair looks like this now,” she points up at her face, pretending to be unimpressed. “I’ll see you later tonight?” 

“You know it.” 

“Drive carefully, precious cargo and all,” she teases, rubbing it in that she will always like Robin a bit more than him. 

But he takes Nancy’s absence in the Kitchen as his queue to leave, passing Jonathan in the living room, watching the news, as he did so. “You going to work today?” 

He nods, “it doesn’t take me as long to get ready as her.” 

“Right,” Steve was still so awkward around Jonathan. “Uh, I’ll see you later, love you man.” 

“Oh,” Jonathan was shocked at that, “love you too…” 

He gives him a nod and heads out the door, back towards the place his heart now calls home. He walks right in through the side door where the kitchen is, to find Lisa and Y/N helping each other make French toast. 

“Steve!” Lisa cheered, “you’re back!” 

“What’s going on in here?” He walks up to her and gives her a little hug, “French toast? Yummy!” 

“Do you want the first one?” Y/N offers, taking the deliciously cooked bread from the pan and putting it on a plate. 

“Can I?” He gasps, “that would be an honour.” 

Lisa can’t help but giggle. “Take it!” 

“if you insist,” he takes the plate from her mother and opens the cutlery drawer for a knife and fork. “You got any syrup?” 

“In the fridge,” Y/N points for him to get it himself, fully affirming that he was at home. This is how things would be from now on. 

By the time Lisa and Y/N have their own breakfast, Steve has set the kitchen table with forks and knives, syrup, juice and napkins. He helps Lisa into her high chair while Y/N cuts her French toast into little pieces, it’s all so perfect. 

“I’m going up to Joseph county today, do you need anything while I’m up there?” He announces. 

Y/N shakes her head, “nope. What are you going there for?” 

“My roommate and best friend Robin goes to Notre Dame, I pick her up on Fridays so she can come home for the weekend to be with her girlfriend,” he explains without fear. He didn’t think she’d have a problem with it, and if she did, he’d suck it up and leave. 

“Oh that’s sweet,” she swoons. “Other than Nancy and robin, who else in town are you close to?” 

He laughs, “uh, everyone? I know the police chief and his wife, Jim Hopper and Joyce, she’s Jonathan from next doors mom, they live in my parent's old house with their other son Will and Hop's daughter Jane, but we all call her El… oh and Max lives with them, she was paralyzed from the waist down in the earthquake and we all take care of her now as a thank you for what she did to save us... Her sister Eileen is married to my neighbour Eddie, who runs the hellfire studios, she should be at the family dinner tonight so you’ll meet her then.”

“Family dinner?”

“Oh sh— darn, oh darn,” he catches himself before Lisa can hear him swear. “I forgot to tell you, every Friday we have family dinner at Joyce’s place, you’ve been invited, Nancy told her all about you both.”

“Oh,” she takes a deep breath, looking nervous. “Is it really okay for me to meet them all now? This early?” 

“This early into what?” He pries, a smirk growing on his face. 

She tilts her head to the side, knowingly, “Steve…”

He reaches out for her and squeezes it, unable to stop smiling. “It’s not too early, they’re going to love you and Lisa will make a new friend her age there too.”

“A friend?” Lisa zones into the conversation then.

“Remember I told you about Eddie and his daughter? Her name is Hella, she’ll be there tonight,” he can’t wait for them to meet. “I don’t think she knows many other kids her age.” 

“We’d love to go,” Y/N agrees with them. “When is it?” 

“I’ll give you the address, it starts at 6 but I won’t be there till 7, maybe a little after,” he explains with a big forkful of breakfast in his mouth. 

“So I’ll meet Robin, too?” She gets excited about that. 

“You’ll love her.” 

—

She’s in his car for maybe 5 minutes when it comes rushing out. “I think I’m in love.” 

“You what?” Robin turns in her seat to stare at him, even Lucas has moved in closer from the back seat. 

“I met someone,” he repeats. “Her name is Y/N, she came into the shop last weekend, remember? I gave her all the stuff for grilled cheese. She has a daughter, Lisa… and she’s pregnant again.” 

“How did you manage that already?” Lucas asks. 

“It’s not mine!” Steve laughs, “not that I’d mind if it was, but no. She just moved to Hawkins, she’s the new owner of the Motel 6 and we bonded last night…”

“Ew!” 

“No, oh my god! I mean we talked about everything, she said something about how she falls in love with the idea of a future with someone because she was neglected by her parents and I do the same thing and we talked about the lives we want and they match up perfectly… I want kids, she has kids, our jobs are going to mesh together well and— and Lisa likes me. She trusts me, we spent the afternoon together while her mom had a meeting and she is just the best little kid. I love them both.” 

“There’s 3 of them, technically,” Robin teases with a smile. “I’m glad you found someone else who gets it, I bet she’s a great mom because of everything she went through.” 

“You have no idea,” Steve swoons. “She’s also really excited to meet you.” 

“Me?” She places her hand on her heart, “Steve Harrington do you tell all your romantic partners about me?” 

He can’t help but laugh. “I kinda have to, if she didn’t like my best friend then I couldn’t be with her… I’m terrified of the day someone asks me to choose between them and you and I have to say no Robins my sister for life.” 

“Hopefully you don’t ever have to,” she agrees. She never thought of how their accepting friendship could be such a selling point in his romantic endeavours. 

“How was your week?” He moves the conversation back to them. Lucas was practicing every day as basketball season approached, unfazed by midterms coming up while Robin freaked out. 

“When you said I should do just a basic English degree cause I spend so much time talking I should have never listened to you. I am neck deep in book reports and essays and phonic tests and—

“And this weekend you’re gonna chill,” he takes a quick look at her. “You’ll have the apartment to yourself tonight and most of tomorrow, go nuts.”

“She’s invited you over again?” Lucas can’t believe it. 

He nods, “she said it was the best sleep she’s had since getting pregnant, I somehow made her comfortable and I’m going back just for 8 hours of cuddles interrupted by a toddler at 6am.”

“You’re a legit dad now,” he teases. “We always knew you had it in ya.”

“Thanks,” he smiles to himself. Enjoying the little bit of quiet time. Robin loaded a record into the car stereo and Lucas slipped over against the window with his jacket draped over himself like a blanket. 

It was the same every weekend, they caught up, Lucas had and nap and Robin tried to read in the front seat without getting too car sick. It was peaceful, he loved it, no matter how many miles it put on his already beat-up car. 

—

She took Lisa out of her car seat and set her down on the pavement. She straightened out her shirt and fixed her hair, “Best behaviour, okay?”

She nodded, “where’s Steve?” 

“He’ll be here soon,” she promises. “But remember you might make a new friend here tonight too.” 

“Okay,” she nods along, following her mommy to the front door. 

She knocks on the door lightly, Lisa copying her and adding a few extra as they wait for it to be answered. She has no idea what to expect, she just knows there’s going to be a lot of new people to meet there. 

“Hello!” A woman answers the door, hair greying and a young chipper smile on her face. “Welcome, you must be Steve’s friend?” 

“Girlfriend, yeah,” she corrects her. “I’m Y/N, this is Lisa,” she references down to her little girl who gives a kind wave. 

“Come in,” she moves out of the way to let them both in. “I’m Joyce, I’m not sure who else you’ve met yet?” 

“Nancy mostly,” she thinks back.

“I heard your neighbours? Thats wonderful,” she’s so cheerful. “We have a movie going in the living room if Lisa wants to head in there and meet Helena?” 

“I thought her name was Hella?” 

“It’s what we call her,” Joyce explained. “Some people have an issue with it, so I use her full name for new people.” 

“Well, she is the daughter of the famous Eddie Munson,” she mumbled. 

“What about me?” A man appeared in the doorway, long back hair curled around his face, handsome as ever. 

“Oh, hi, sorry,” she puts out her hand to make his acquaintance. “I’m Steve’s girlfriend, Y/N… not sure if he told you about me?” 

“Oh we’ve all heard about you,” he pulls her into a hug. “You’re gonna make Steve into a daddy.” 

She giggles, “I guess,” she pulls away and rounds her hand over her belly. “If he’s around this much when this one comes, he’s gonna end up calling Steve dad… isn’t he?” 

Lisa had wandered further into the living room without her mom, sitting next to the little curly redheaded girl. She gave her a tiny wave, “hi, my friend Steve said you’d be my new friend?” 

“Uncle Steve?” She only knows one Steve. 

“He’s the pretty one with nice hair from the store?” 

Hella nods, “he lives beside me and my mommy and daddy.” 

“I live beside Nancy,” she remembers proudly. 

“I love aunt Nancy.” 

“I don’t have any aunts and uncles,” Lisa shares, feeling a little left out. 

“I have so many if you want some?” Hella offers, not knowing her dad was in the doorway swooning. 

“She’s so sweet,” Y/N smiles, hand on Eddie’s arm lightly. “She’s never had a friend her age.” 

“She’s older than my Hella, she just turned 3 in August.” 

“Lisa turned 4 in July,” she shares and moves her hands down to her tummy again. “This one is due in February… you guys thinking about having more?” 

“No,” another redhead rounds the counter with concern written all over her face. “Baby factory is closed, we stopped at perfection.” 

She nods along with a slight giggle, “she is very cute. Hi, I’m Y/N—”

“Steve’s girlfriend, I’ve heard,” she pulls her into a hug. “I’m Eileen, welcome to the family.” 

“Thank you,” she feels so full of love. She pulls away carefully, hand still on Eileen’s back, “I heard you guys own the record shop?” 

“We do, and we’re always there if you want to stop by with Lisa sometime?” 

“I’m buying the Motel in town so I might need someone to watch her, actually? Do you know any good babysitters in town?” 

“Steve,” she smiles. 

“Ah,” Y/N rolls her eyes, playfully. “Nancy said he babysat her brothers?” 

“She has just the one, mike, he’s the tall, skinny one who dresses like my husband—

“I have met him,” Y/N remembers him opening the door yesterday. 

“Then there’s Jonathan, Nancy’s husband, he has a little brother Will, they’re pretty similar you’ll be able to tell,” Eddie explains. “Dustin is the curly, funny one, Max is the 3rd redhead you’ll see zooming around here in her chair in a minute—

“And then Lucas is her boyfriend, he’s with Robin and Steve,” Y/N remembers the rest of them. “And Lucas has a sister, Erika too.” 

“Is there anything Steve hasn’t told you about the town?” Eileen asks, both curious, and for good measure. 

“I don’t know the little details, but I know you’re all stronger together because of it.” 

“Absolutely,” Eddie smiles, pulling Eileen closer and kissing her face a few times. They sway together, still absolutely enamoured with each other after all their years together. It was really nice to see, it made her hopeful for a long and happy life with Steve. 

“Do you know when Steve usually gets here?” 

“Around 7,” they respond at the same time, similar knowing smirks on their faces. That newfound love glow was radiating off Y/N, they remembered going through it themselves. 

“Come on, mama, let’s get you off your feet,” Eileen leads her towards the kitchen, “Eddie’s got the girls.” 

—

“Please don’t be weird,” Steve begged on the walk up to the house, basically chasing Robin into the house as she ran to meet their new friend. 

She kicked off her shoes as soon as the door was open, “it’s like you don’t even know me…” she keeps walking, through the living room and into the kitchen. “Hi!” 

“Hi!” Y/N gets off the chair she was sitting in and ran over to Robin, meeting her halfway. “I’ve heard so much about you!” 

“You’re so much prettier than I expected!” Robin holds her tight and pulls away with her hands soothing down Y/N’s arms. “I mean, he said you were the most beautiful woman in the world when he told me about you and holy crap he was right?” 

“Thank you,” she looked bashful, smirking sweetly at her. “I really hope we can get to know each other and be friends? I know how important you are to Steve—

“Honey, you’ve won me over enough with that,” she cut Y/N off. “It’s so nice to meet you.” 

She gives robin one more hug, completely forgetting that Steve was also now there and in fact, standing right behind them. 

“Steve!!” Lisa sees him in the corner of her eye and runs to him, jumping up into his arms and giving him a big hug. 

He held her back tightly, carrying her into the kitchen so he could see Y/N too. “Having fun?” 

She nods, “Hella said you can be my uncle too?” 

“Oh,” he feels weird about that. “Uh… well, you see, if I’m dating your mom that might actually make me your step-dad one day so calling me uncle Steve wouldn’t be—

“Wouldn’t be right,” Lisa agreed. 

“Nope,” he smiled, giving her another hug. “But you can call me whatever you want to.” 

“Okay,” she rests her head on his shoulder. 

Y/N pulls away from her conversation with Robin to see them together, “hey, cutie…” 

“Hi,” Steve blushed. 

She walked over and joined their hug, kissing Steve on the mouth right in front of Lisa, who pushed her face away from Steve. “Mommy, ew!” 

“Lisa, he’s my boyfriend,” she can’t help but laugh. “Mommy’s can kiss their boyfriends.” 

“I am?” Steve was caught up on the word. 

She nods, looking at him as if he was a clown for not remembering their night together, “uh, yeah? I would hope so…” 

“No, yeah, me too!” He panicked. “I just didn’t think you’d be ready to say it to everyone yet?” 

“What part of we want the same everything didn’t you understand?” She whispers, knowing all the eyes behind her are on them. “You want a wife and kids, I want a husband who loves his family, you’re cute, you like me, I trust you, Lisa likes you…”

“Like a fairytale,” Lisa whispers, listening in to everything, “mommy always said one day we’d have a prince charming come to be my dad…”

“Awe,” the room echoes with support for them. 

“I kinda don’t care that it’s been a week and only one night beside you… I can’t imagine another night without you,” she admits, feeling crazy but also incredibly right for him. 

He kisses her again, breathing her in as she settled against his chest alongside Lisa in his arms. Lisa kissed Steve’s cheek quickly and giggled. Happier than ever with her new family. 

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