#stever harrington fanfic

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

pillow talk

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

wc: 1K

warnings: this is post activities, so its safe. just sweet sweet fluff

summary: post sex discussions

A/N: used the prompt sweet after sex by @jasminesfury *not proofread, i’m confusing myself so badly looking at one specific sentence*

masterlist / steve harrington

the sun was setting. orange and yellow hues sparkled through the windows that the curtains let peek through. the room was quiet, the only noises coming from the shared breathing and the rustling of the bedding. the room felt hot with the door closed and the previous activity that had you and steve just laying in bed with the sheets up to your naked, sweaty chests.

steve rolled over and changed from laying on his back to his stomach, staring at his ceiling while adjusted his body so his head lay on your stomach. he had one leg in and the other out, your right leg in between. steve managed to wiggle an arm under your back as his free hand drew whatever came to mind onto your sticky belly.

a tilt to your head as it lay on the pillow, a lovesick smile tugging the seams of your lips. a hand fell on steve’s head and you began running the digits through his thick head of brown hair with a few lighter parts popping out from his time in the sun. nails scratching at his scalp to pull vibrating groans or fingers twirling strands of ruly hair around.

steve rubbed his open palm over your waist and down to your thighs before trailing up again. his wonderful lips plant wet, open-mouth kisses over your stomach and the imperfections scattered over your lower half. his nose would glide over your belly button before setting his chin just above it to peer at your with lidded eyes.

“yes, handsome?” you hummed as you pushed hair behind his ear.

“i love you.”

three words, eight letters.

the two of you have said them for years. at first just surface level meaning, friendly-familia meaning, something you say in passing to your parents as you leave the house in a hurry or friends when they do a favor for you. but eventually, the words held a different meaning for the two of you. it would be lingering touches and eye contact maintained longer that was acceptable. staring at steve’s side profile as he talked, letting your thoughts run away from you with imaginary scenarios before shaking them away and landing back to reality.

and now the words held all those meanings, silver bands wrapped around ring fingers showing the world.

“i love you too, stevie.” thumb straightening his left brow into place.

steve rubbed his thumb up and down at your hip bone. more kisses pressed to your stomach, some quick and open, some more lingering, and some with heat as he gave little bites at the skin. you would giggle or squirm, a moan pulled from your throat when the feel of his lips felt tantalizing. fingers would curl and pull steve’s hair in response, you would feel the smile as he continued his loving assault.

“you know,” lingering kisses to your lower stomach, “i can’t wait to have kids with you.”

“oh, yeah?” top teeth biting into your bottom lip to stop a smile.

steve stopped the kisses (much to your disappointment) to once again rest his chin on your stomach. it was slightly discomforting but you didn’t push him away.

“yeah. i know you don’t want many if we were to have our own. so i want an older girl so she can help keep her younger brother in line.”

you let your index finger run down the slope of steve’s nose bridge, “how long have you been thinking about this?”

the quick dart of steve’s eyes piqued your interest. he only did that when he was embarrassed by the information he was about to lay out. you didn't push him, just observed him as you waited.

you felt steve’s voice but didn’t hear it. he spoke his words into your skin and it took you a moment before you realized he said anything. you asked him to repeat it politely.

he cleared his throat. “since our third date.”

“why our third date? if this was a romance anything, you would’ve said our first date.” you weren’t criticizing, just curious. you just remember it as a fun roller rink date.

your simple question sparked a twinkle in steve’s pupils. “i know what you're thinking.” “what am i thinking?”

“that it was just a roller rink date. why is that so special to start thinking about kids? right?” a shrug was your answer. steve continued his version of the story.

“okay. well, i was getting us food and you stayed in our booth. after i placed our order i leaned against the wall so i could continue to watch you-“ “stalker.”

steve tickled at your sides, breaking you into fits of laughs and tears before you conceded. “anyway. i was staring at you, my mind just constantly saying, “you got your girl”. and then you stood up and walked to a claw game. i was gonna rush over so i could impress you, but stopped when i saw you crouch down and start talking to a little boy. then you started to play the game and after many, many, many-“ you shoved his shoulder and the both of you chuckled, “many tries. you got the boy a stuffed animal. and in his excitement, he hugged you. and just seeing the way you froze before holding him tightly with your eyes closed…”

steve trailed off and you could feel the tears wishing to fall. hands grabbing for steve’s cheeks and giving a slight tug to signal him to climb up your body. his hands sat by the sides of your chest as you planted kiss after kiss over his face. a kiss to the side of his lip and you move his head back.

“here’s a potential plan. we wait another year or two, getting more marriage on the plate and getting used to our grown-up jobs. and then from there, we could start having a bit more carefree sex and just… see what happens. what d’you think?”

steve’s eyes went side to side then to your lips and back to your eyes. “i say…” he leaned closer, lips ghosting each other as he whispered, “that’s a good plan, honey.” and he kissed you until you couldn’t remember your name, only steve’s.

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[strangerquinns]

8. “I’m not okay if you’re not okay.” for the angst prompts with eddie or stevie?

love everything you write, you’re v talented 🤎

Steve Harrington x Reader | 2.3k+ words

With everyone else worrying about Max, no one else seems to notice your symptoms, that you too are within Vecna's grasp.

"I'm not okay, if you're not okay" / send in a angst prompt / thank you so much anon you're so sweet!

You groaned slightly as the pulsing migraine that seemed to never leave you grew worse and worse with each passing second. Around you, everyone was gathered in the basement of the Wheeler home. Nancy sitting on the couch with Robin beside her, and the kids sitting on the floor with Max. Steve sitting on the far side in the armchair, and that left you, sitting on the floor to the side.

The glow of the television was making your headache worse. That should've been the first sign with everything that had happened in the last twelve or so hours. With everyone's, including yours, focus on Max being under Vecna's curse - it didn't occur to anyone that any of you could fall victim as well.

With the death of Chrissy and Fred - and now the threat against Max - everyone's been running on little sleep and even less food. So when you started feeling a little less than well you chopped it up to the recent events.

"Hey Nance, is it ok if I go and crash in the guest room? Not feeling too good." You spoke up, causing everyone's attention to be on you.

Steve watched with a worried look on his face as you stood up from your place on the floor.

"Of course," Nancy spoke, standing from the couch, prepared to lead you up to the room.

As you moved to walk past him, you felt a warmth grasp your hand gently. When you looked down you saw Steve's fingers entangled with yours.

"You ok?" He voiced, his voice laced with worry. "Want me to come with you?"

"I'm ok. Just tired, haven't really slept...given the circumstances." You let out a dry laugh, "Stay...I'll be fine."

Steve nodded his head as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go of it. He sat back in his seat and watched as you ascended the stairs and out of his sight. When he went to look back toward the television and caught something in the corner of his eye. He quickly looked to see Robin staring at him with a knowing look.

It seemed obvious to everyone in the group, but the two of you, that you and Steve were in love. You'd known each other since the first grade but it seems that in the last few years the two of you have been really close. With everything dealing with the Upside Down drawing the once childhood best friends back together.

"Don't," Steve spoke with a stern look on his face.

"What? I didn't say anything," Robin spoke with a smirk.

"You don't have to," Steve sighed leaning his elbow on the armrest, so he could rest his head on his hand.

"Can we fast forward to the part where the two of you stop making heart eyes at each other and just get together already? It's starting to get annoying." Dustin said, keeping his gaze on the movie.

Steeve's only response was lightly smacking the back of the teenager's head.

♡

You walked down the hallways of the Creel House with the floorboards beneath your feet seeming to creak with each step. The house was so dusty that you were sure the air was 85% dust and nothing else. With spiderwebs dangling from nearly every corner and railing. Ahead of you, a little was Dustin and Steve, with the younger one sweeping the flashlight against the floor to light up the path.

"So what exactly are we looking for?" You asked, slowly walking along the walls as you peeked at the photos hanging on the wall. Some so sun-bleached you couldn't make anything out.

"Anything that screams Upside Down. Or Vecna-y" Dustin answered

"I don't think anyone of us knows what is Vecna-y besides Max," You spoke up as you moved to catch up with them.

"Anything out of place." Dustin sounded annoyed, rolling his eyes.

He continued down the hallway as you and Steve fell into step beside each other.

"God, the older he gets the more asshole he becomes," You laughed

"You're telling me. His ego is becoming unbearable." Steve shook his head.

He looked down at you and watched you for a moment. It was hard for him to not noticed the dark bags under your eyes when you came down from the guest room that morning. You looked more tired than when you went to bed.

"How are you feeling?" Steve asked, causing you to turn to him with a confused look. "You said last night you weren't ok...and you seemed a little worse for wear this morning."

You pursed your lips slightly, flashes of your nightmares coming back to you.

"Just a rough night's sleep. Worrying about Max...worrying about Eddie...really thought all this stuff was behind us. You know?"

Steve nodded his head "Yeah, I know what you mean."

As the two of you passed a bedroom you started hearing the tick...tick...tick of a grandfather clock. You stopped for a moment and looked into the room to see a large clock standing in the middle of the room. You were confused at its placement, especially since it was a replica of the one down in the main entrance.

"Steve, you see this?"

You turned toward your friend but were welcomed to an empty hallway. The ticking got louder before it stopped and instead began to chime. It was so loud that it made you jump back slightly. But when you looked into the room it was gone...and instead in front of you looked like your old living room.

Sitting on the couch was your mother, her head in her hands, as she sobbed. But something about her cries sounded off. Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach as you stepped forward hesitantly.

"Mom?" You called out "Mom? What's wrong?"

She continued to cry and seemed to be ignoring you.

"He left us. He left us...." She cried

You walked a little closer. "Mom? W-Who left?'

"...All because of you..."

"Momma, you're scaring me," You spoke as you reached down to gently grab her shoulder.

"It's your fault he left! It's your fault he left us!" Your mother snapped up and started screaming at you, scaring you enough to cause you to fall back against the floor. "It's your fault your father left! Your fault!"

♡

"...and couldn't understand why he couldn't just have returned you know? I mean how many times do we have to call before he finally just does it?" Steve spoke, telling a story about a customer at work.

But when you did respond that was finally when he noticed that you weren't beside him. Steve looked around confused when he didn't immediately see you. But when he turned back to the end of the hall, he saw you, standing in the middle of a doorway.

"You find something?" Steve called out, moving back down the hallway toward you. When you didn't respond he called out your name, posing it more like a question. "Come on dude..."

When he got closer to you, Steve was able to notice and realize that something was wrong. Goosebumps broke out across his skin as an unsettling feeling started to fill his gut. He called out your name again, this time more timid and scared.

"This isn't funny," Steve took the last few steps and moved to stand in front of you.

His worst fears came true as he looked to see you deep within Vecna's curse. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head with them fluttering quickly, only showing the whites of your eyes. Your head was tilted back slightly with your entire body stiff and rigid in place.

"Y/N! Y/N!" Steve called out, placing his hands on your shoulders and shaking you. Deep down he knew that wasn't going to do anything, but the desperate feeling coming over him was enough to make him sick. "Don't do this to me, god, please!"

The desperate screams of Steve calling your name echoed through the old home like a nightmare. Everyone quickly raced to the two of you. They all came up the stairs to see Steve shaking and patting your shoulders and arms frantically as he called your name. The panic was obvious in both his voice and all over his face. His brown eyes were wide with fear as tears quickly began to fill them.

"What happened!?" Nancy asked the moment she got to the two of you.

"I-I don't know...one more moment we're talking and the next she's like this..." Steve stepped back, panting and running his fingers through his hair. "...I don't even know how long she's been like this...I-I didn't notice she wasn't beside me anymore."

"Does anyone know her favorite song!?" Robin spoke, quickly joining in Steve's panic.

For a moment Steve's thoughts became a little clear at the mention of a song.

"Center console of my car, Blondie tape...go now!" Steve shouted toward Lucas and Dustin.

The two of them scrambled before quickly turning back down the hall and out of the house.

"Max, we might need to pause Kate Bush for a moment," Nancy spoke

"Of course," The girl spoke, quickly turning off her Walkman.

It felt like forever, but it was only a few minutes before Dustin and Lucas came racing back up the stairs. With every minute they were gone Steve thought for sure he was going to pass out. But the moment the Blondie tape was placed in his hands, he worked quickly and placed the headphones on your ears.

But the moment they slipped onto ears, your feet began to rise from the ground, as you lifted into the ground. Everyone froze for a moment as they watched you rise with your eyes fluttering more violently.

"Fuck, fuck, no!" Steve screamed, slamming the walkman shut and quickly searching for your song. "Come on baby, come on...don't do this to me..."

Steve didn't care that he was openly crying.

His only focus was on you.

Praying to whatever god that listened that you wouldn't be taken away from him.

♡

"...I am here to end your pain," Vecna spoke as he loomed over you. His monstrous features became more haunting from the shadows that crossed over his face.

You quickly shook your head as you tried to run from him, but soon felt something wrap around your ankle. You were barely able to catch yourself before your body was propelled down to the floor. Another vine see wrapped around your wrists and you were lifted up in front of him - Vecna. You cried uncontrollably as you faced him.

"Please...please...I-I don't want to...d-die...please..." You begged with tears falling down your cheeks.

"Let me end your suffering," Vecna spoke before his large hand came and began to hover over your face.

You remembered listening to Max as she told of her experience with Vecna and the fear that came over her.

It's enough to make you sick, twisting your insides with the deep fear that you are going to die. It's like acid moving through your veins.

Buy soon a song began to echo everywhere around you.

Follow by voices.

"Don't leave me, baby, please, please...I love you...please..."

♡

A large gasp left your lips like your lungs weren't able to breathe the entire time you were under, along with your body falling. You let out a scream of surprise as you felt the free fall take over your body. A pair of arms wrapped around you tightly and pulled you into their chest, acting as your cushion as you fell. You let out uncontrollable sobs that came from you the moment your brain was able to register that you were safe.

You saw the relief on each of your friend's faces along with a few crying. Robin turns to find comfort in Nancy and Max doing the same with Lucas. In your ears, you could hear the vocals of Pat Benatar in your ears. Your hand reached up and pulled the headphones off as you relaxed into someone's chest.

"I've got you...I've got you...." Steve whispered softly in your ears. "You're safe."

You turned around in his arms and nuzzled your face into his neck and continued to cry. You hadn't felt this safe in a long time, resting in Steve's arms. But that acidic fear Max talked about still lingered slightly.

♡

The sound of the bedroom door opening caught your attention. When you looked up you saw Steve sheepishly standing in the doorway. After Creel House, everyone gathered at Steve's home. His parents were gone on another trip, so the Harrington house became everyone's safe haven. You'd even gone and got Eddie from the boat house so he could shower and sleep on a real bed.

"I-I wanted to come and check on you...see how you were doing," Steve spoke, his voice holding a bit of nerve.

"I-I'm ok..." Your voice was still hoarse from the crying and screaming of earlier. "A-Are you ok?"

Steve hesitated for a moment before walking further into the room and closing the door behind him. You watched as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. His hand reached out and gently grabbed yours as he looked down at you. Steve's face was pinched with worry and you could still see the fear swimming in his brown eyes.

"No, damnnit." He frantically spoke "I’m not okay if you’re not okay. Do you not realize how much you mean to me? God...for a second I had to think what it would be like in a world without you because I thought for sure he'd..." Steve couldn't finish the sentence, "I can't lose you."

"I'm ok for now," You spoke softly, "I-I didn't know what was happening either, I promise, Steve..."

"I believe you, hey, hey" Steve caressed your face as he noticed the panic you were starting to send yourself into. "I believe you."

You moved to wrap your arms around him, once again needing the comfort of his arms. Your face nuzzled into his neck and let his scent surround you. It was his musky cologne, laundry detergent with a hint of his body wash. The scene was purely Steve and was the only thing to make the fear go away.

"I heard you...you know..." You spoke up, voice slightly muffled by his neck. "When I was under...I heard you."

Steve nervously laughed "Did you?"

You pulled back to stare up at him, so he could see and sincerity and severity of your words. "I love you too, Steve."

A smile tugged on the corner of his lips, as his body seemed to relax slightly. Steve moved quickly caressing your face before bending down and kissing you deeply. His lips molded perfectly around yours as they moved in sync.

Steve pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours. "I'm not letting anything happen to you. Never again."

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— five ways to say i love you | steve harrington

+ steve harrington x fem!reader

tags: fluff, banter, steve being steve, some angst, some gore - like in the show, s4 canon adjacent

a/n: no summary since this is pretty self-explanatory. hope you have a good read! feedback is appreciated!

one.

The Wheeler basement is warm, separated from the world, the Upside-Down, the lab. Shielded from trouble. A distraction from whatever danger lies ahead. The kids are sitting around a table with Eddie, who is making a face at them — they're engrossed in what seems to be quite a stressful game of DnD. You don't try to pretend that you understand it.

Nancy is half-asleep on Robin's shoulder who is reading the latest "Teen Beat". Beside you, Steve's busy shooting daggers at the kids table, one of his arms curled behind you on the couch. Not quite touching you, but close enough that you remember it's there once every few minutes.

"Do you want to kill your only best friend?" you ask and Steve pries his eyes away from the group to look at you, eyebrows still furrowed.

"Wha— look, it's just that the kid barely tells me anything anymore, okay? I'm just a little — "

"Jealous?" you interrupt.

"— worried," Steve finishes, mouth twisting into a frown at your words.

You pout at him. "Aww, that's sweet. Mama's worried."

Steve shoots you a look. "Tease all you want, but if something happens to that little shit, it's on me, you know?"

"Aw, I'm sure Dustin loves you too."

Steve gives you another stink eye, then turns back to the kids. You try your best to suppress the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips.

A beat passes before Steve quips again, absentmindedly picking at some loose threads on the arm of the sofa, still gazing at the kids.

"I mean, I worry about the other kids too. About all of us. Robin, Nance. You."

You try to ignore the warmth that mushrooms across your chest.

"Should I be scared that you're worried about me, Harrington?"

He looks back at you. There's a twinkle in his eyes, that flares up that new found feeling in your stomach. You don't want to acknowledge it but it begs for your attention.

"Maybe."

two.

Steve walks eight paces under your window before deciding that he's going to do it. He finds a small pebble in the yard and tosses it at the window, praying to anyone who's up there listening, that you're awake.

Much to his relief, you open the window a minute later and peer down at him in the darkness. You seem to stare at him for a moment— understandably so, given the ungodly hour— and then gesture for him to come up.

Two tries later, Steve is tumbling through the window and into your room.

"Shhhh," you mutter to him in the dark, and he freezes, stilling himself beside your desk.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, voice an octave lower than usual and Steve realises with a start that you had been sleeping after all. If your slightly puffy eyes and pink pajamas are any indication.

"You look like hell," you add, looking him up and down. He hadn't changed from his slacks and white t-shirt and his hair was probably rough from all the tossing and turning. Thankfully though, you don't seem mad. Only confused.

"Right, um," he begins and then shuts up. Now that he's here, he realises how terribly pathetic it is for him to be doing this. How cowardly, how very unmanly.

"Steve?" you ask, reaching out to grab his shoulder. You're so warm, he almost sighs out loud.

"Shit. Yeah. Hi. So, I did come here," he says, but stops again. Because how can he say what he wants to say? How do you tell someone that your house it too big, too empty? That the halls go on forever without a soul in sight? That he lies awake at night, wondering what he would do if he found himself all alone in the world much like he is in his house?

"Earth to Steve," you call again, and now there is concern seeping into your eyes but Steve really, really doesn't know what to say. He simply looks back at you, something cold unfurling in his chest.

"Uh, can I sleep here?" is all he can muster. He braces himself for your reaction, for you to call this weird and refuse but you only tilt your head ever so slightly.

"Of course," is all you say too. There's some recognition in your eyes that leaves him feeling bare but he is grateful that you don't say anything else. He watches you plop into bed and pull one pillow to the corner that is by the wall and fluff it up.

"Okay," he says glancing around your room, "Just give me a pillow, a blanket and I'm good to go."

You stop in your journey of trying to find one edge of the blanket and look up at him, eyebrows knitted.

"Good to go where?"

"Sleep on the floor I mean."

You look at him like he has grown two heads and then pat the space on the bed beside you.

"Don't be stupid. Sleep beside me, there's plenty of room."

three.

"Find it?" Steve calls from beside the bed just as you spot the locket under a couple of envelopes in your drawer. It a pretty large thing— you're not sure how you had missed it the first time. You open the locket to reveal a set of pictures. One of Max, when she was about nine, and other, of your mother.

"Yeah," you answer, putting your arms around and behind your neck to try and clasp the chain together. The darned thing is too small unfortunately and your arms grow sore before you know it.

"Jesus. Here," Steve mutters, having spotted your struggle from where he had been trying to find the necklace under your bed. Without waiting for your response, he gently plucks the delicate chain from your fingers and moves behind you.

The chain clasps together with a satisfying click. As he lets go of it, the tips of his fingers brush ever so gently against your spine and you watch him in the mirror as his eyes move from your neckline to your face.

"All done," he whispers, breath warm on your neck. You can feel his silhouette behind you — those broad shoulders and arms that you don't want to imagine being held by.

But you do anyway.

"Thanks for doing this with me," you whisper, without taking your eyes off of him in the reflection of the mirror. He doesn't look away and your heart skips two beats.

Your fingers fidget with the locket.

"I'm just worried about Max," you say and then bite your tongue, surprised by your own admission. Something in his eyes— it catches in your chest and coaxes your concerns out of you.

"Hey, hey," he says softly, turning you around to face him, his hand slipping into yours. The touch sends a spark up your arm, but it warms you.

All this while, you had been trying to put on a brave face for your sister. But standing in your house, being faced with memories you only think of on the coldest nights— the reality impales you with a terrifying finality. A tear escapes the corner of your eye.

You don't want to see the ruth in Steve's face as he tilts your head towards him with a soft Hey. His eyes are round but far from pitiful.

"She's going to be okay. We're going to make sure that she's alright."

four.

Steve's throat is closing up. A demobat's tail wrapped firmly around his neck restricts all airflow as a swarm of its siblings sink their fangs into his sides. Metal coats his mouth, the agonizing pain sending a shockwave though his body. He can't even scream; the sound builds and dies in his throat. The incessant attacks provide him a surge of adrenaline to thrash at the bat's tail, but in vain. Its grip is too tight. He can already feel the energy start to drain out of his arms as his brain begins to shut down.

If it has to end this way, Steve thinks, he wants to see you before it does. The Upside-Down starts to dim before his eyes as he tries to picture your smile. Radiant, warm. Everything this hell-hole isn't.

Then suddenly, the demobats are screeching around him and his sides are not being torn apart anymore.

Steve's eyes shoot open, to find you looming above him — cheeks streaked with tears and grime, fending off the incoming swarm of bats with a boat paddle. Your presence seems to give him a bolster. He tightens his grip on the bat's tail and bites off a chunk. The wretched creature screeches, instantly loosening its grip on his neck and the oxygen rushes into his throat — almost choking him, but it is a welcome pain. Feeling returns to his fingertips in the form of a faint buzzing.

Standing up and swaying slightly, he swings the creature around by it's tail, slamming it to the ground with a final thud before using his foot to rip it in half. The blood streaks across his slacks but he is too tired to care.

Three things register in his head. One) You are here, in the Upside-Down. So are Robin, Nancy and Eddie. Two) He is alive. Three) You're throwing yourself at him and he immediately wraps his arms around you, shaking. You are trembling too, and a sob bubbles up from your throat.

"What—" he pants into your hair, "What are you doing here?"

You pull back and reach for his face, cupping his cheek. It is too dark to be entirely sure but save for a couple of scratches you seem mostly unharmed. Your eyes are swimming with tears and he desperately wants to comfort you but his on hand is shaking so badly, he is glad you're there to steady him.

"You didn't come up for 3 minutes," you run your thumb across his cheekbone.

"How could I just leave you?"

five.

"You okay in there?" Steve's voice jolts you from your thoughts.

Nancy and Robin trudge several feet ahead of you, Robin's flashlight swinging wildly as she talks animatedly. You look up at Steve, and try to gauge if you should lie or tell the truth.

"I'm just thinking about what pizza I'm getting after we torch this asshole," you quip after a moment and Steve laughs. A good laugh— the kind that travels up your chest and warms your being.

"I'm assuming it's classic margherita?" He asks, slowing down to keep up pace with you. He swings his torch around, keeping an eye out for any movement.

You scoff. "What do you take me for, Harrington? I have taste, alright?"

He laughs again and it is a truly wonderful sound. "Alright, alright. Then what is it?"

"Well, we'll find out if we all make it out alive, eh?" You regret the words as soon as you say them. A silence falls between you again, cold and clammy, much like the surrounding air or lack there of.

A moment passes before Steve nudges his shoulder into yours. "The first thing I wanna do if I make it out alive is talk to this girl."

You turn to look at him, puzzled, but he's looking at the ground, gaze trained on the light thrown by his torch in front of him.

"Tell her how I feel."

You feel your heartbeat rise just ever so slightly just as a branch snaps under Steve's foot. He kicks it aside and steps over a vine.

"She works at Family Video with Robin and I. I only met her a few months ago, but I feel like I've known her forever, you know? She gets me, and I know I am a little stupid about somethings but I get her. She is the only thing that makes complete sense to me. She's so smart, so brave, so beautiful and she— she makes me laugh. She makes me laugh so much."

Steve jumps over a wide log, and you feel like your heart has grown wings and fluttered it's way out of it's cage.

Every word of his feels like it's filling you with air, lifting you gently off the ground. It feels too much, like you're dreaming and might wake up anytime soon, crying about losing something so perfect.

"Steve," you manage, but your voice is weak and croaky. If Steve hears you, he doesn't look at you.

"We've been through so much together, in such less time and I don't think I could have made it this far if it wasn't for her. I don't.. I don't want to share this with anybody else. If I don't make it out alive... my only regret would be not telling her this. And telling her that—" he pauses in his tracks and finally turns to look at you. The expression on his face knocks the wind out of you. Nobody has ever looked at you this way.

"That.. I love you," he says, voice soft as silk and all you can do is close the space between you two to pull him in for a kiss.

You didn’t think, not for a second, not when you had first realised you liked him, that Steve Harrington would return your feelings that you kept so well-guarded. You imagined that friendship was as far as it would go, and tried your best to be indifferent to the growing feelings in your heart.

But the truth was, Steve got you like nobody did. Saw you like nobody else did.

When Steve pulls back, his eyes are shining with something so fierce, you think you might burn under his gaze.

"I love you too," you whisper against his lips and he sighs as if a humongous weight has been lifted off of him. You kiss him once more, then twice and rest your forehead against his. The smile on his face fills you with a newfound courage to face the impending doom.

"We're making it out alive, you and I."

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Birthday

Summary: Steve says he never had a birthday party, so you give him one, even though it is not his birthday. The gang helps you plan and set up, let’s hope it stays a secret.  

Trope: Steve x reader; established relationship 

Warning: fluff, kissing, talk of drinking, use of y/n once

Word count: 1.0k 

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You and Steve were shopping for a present for your little cousin when your jaw dropped hearing the words that came out of your boyfriend's mouth, he had never had a birthday party before. “Wait what do you mean” he shrugged “I just never had one my parents would take me to a fancy restaurant with their friends then give me cash” poor baby “I’m so sorry” “Eh it's alright” he said kissing your forehead “I think they will like this one” he said holding up a drawing set.  

The drive back to Steve's place was quiet windows down, Duran Duran playing on the radio. But your mind was somewhere else Steve had never had a birthday party, you loved Steve so much and wanted to give him everything, give him the love he lacked from his parents. Even though it was the middle of August, and his birthday wasn’t till April, you didn’t want to wait till April to give him a party so why not celebrate his half birthday? “You ok” Steve said worriedly “Yes why” you answered quickly “Girls on Film was just on and you didn’t scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs” “ I'm fine just thinking” “About” “It's nothing” “If you didn’t sing your favorite song than its not nothing” he challenged “It’s just that you never-” “AH if you are getting worked up on me not having a birthday party before I will.....not sure what but don’t get work up about it ok” “But-” “Sh now let’s go inside there is a couch and a movie calling our names”  

The movie didn’t interest you at the moment you were too busy planning in your head Steve’s half birthday party. Where would it be? Who will come? food? drinks? cake? Games? Money wasn’t a problem just like Steve, you lived a wealthy life that is how you met Steve. It was at one of the big fancy parties this time your parents were hosting. You walked outside bored out of your mind when I figure came out from the dark “Bored too” said the figure “Yea not a kid friendly party” you joke. The figure came out from the shadows, and you were met with a handsome young man “You're that Harrington boy right Steven?” “Steve, but yea that’s me” he smiled. From that moment on you and Steve were always together at parties, soon becoming best friends than lovers. He has become one of the most important people in your life, he was so sweet, even though he knew your wealthy status he payed for everything. It was time to spoil him. 

After your movie date you went straight home writing down the plans, luckily the weekend you wanted to have it your parents would be gone so the party will be at your house. You would give a call to Robin tomorrow for a guest list most likely being her, the kids he is always with, and probably Nancy and Jonathan maybe that Munson kid. Food, you have a taco man that Steve loves so easy, his favorite snacks, popcorn chips. Drinks he loves his lemonade so many versions of that, water, juice boxes for the kids, maybe alcohol. Cake, he mentions for your graduation party he loves the cake which was chocolate and strawberry from the bakery three towns over. Games? Do you have games at parties for 19-year-old, since it is still summer your pool will be ready, maybe drinking games for later at night.  

The next morning you called Robin for the guest list “Y/N his birthday is April” “I know but he never had one before” “Yea ok so” “I want to give him a surprise one” “Ok fine it would be his kids, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Hopper, Joyce and me” “That’s it” you said dumbfounded “Yea he not popular King Steve anymore” right you thought “Do you need any help” Robin asked “Not till the day of the party oh make sure no one tells him” “Gotta girly” “Thank you so much Robin” “anytime” next was taco man he was shocked to hear that it was such small party but gave you the yes that he will be there. The cake was ordered and would be picked up at 2 that day. Everything was going perfectly.  

Surprisingly, no one told Steve, Eddie and Dustin almost blurted it out by asking what time that party would be, but Robin caught them in time, but other than that he suspected nothing. It was the morning of the party and the plan was that Dustin was going to have Steve drive him around for a couple of hours while the rest of you set up. You had balloons on the ceiling, drinks in the cooler, taco man out back preparing, snacks on the table, cake in the fridge. Perfect. Dustin radio the kids that they were on the way. Everyone got into a hiding place “Dustin why are we at my girlfriends house- don't just walk in ”“ SURPRISE” Steve jumped back “What” “Happy half-birthday"

The party was so much fun. Steve was having the time of his life in the pool surrounded by the people he loved. The tacos were amazing, he lost count after his 4 plates. no one mentioned it but Steve started to tear up when everyone was singing happy birthday. He loved his cake and was shocked when everyone handed him presents. Overall, he loved his first birthday party. After everyone left the house was clean, you and Steve went up to your room. “Did you like your surprise handsome” “I loved it thank you so much” he said bringing his lips to yours. After putting on pj’s Steve hopped into your bed, opening your blanket for you to hop in. You snuggled into his chest “Can I tell you a secret” he whispered “Yes” you whispered back “I knew about the party” you sat up “How” “Well the kids were talking about it on the walkie in the same channel I'm on and you left your list out” SO CLOSE. 

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[peachywise]

Lessons in Honesty

steve harrington x reader

chapter 1

– other chapters: part 1 ⋆ part 2 ⋆ part 3 ⋆ part 4 ⋆ part 5 ⋆ part 6 ⋆ part 7 ⋆ part 8 

– synopsis: Being Robin Buckley’s younger sibling had always been uneventful, up until she got herself tangled with Steve Harrington. And really, you were happy for her. She deserved friends. What was bothersome was when he got let in on small secrets like your infatuation with Eddie Munson, and decided to take it into his own hands to try and get him to pay attention to you-- by pretending to be your boyfriend. 

– notes: it has been a long time since i have written fan fiction but here i am!! my dumbass loves a fake-dating plot and i couldn’t resist. i hope to update this pretty regularly, and i post here and under the same username on ao3. i think i’m going to continue to post this as a reader insert and then do an alternative version that’s with an oc (because i can and reader insert series mess with my brain) BUT here’s to hoping y’all enjoy it!!  read here or on ao3  _____________________________

“Stop staring, dweeb.”

The voice cut through a fraction of your brain fog. Not enough to draw your attention away from your current pin-pointed focus, but certainly enough that some semblance of normal thought would have eventually trickled back in. You know, had it not been for the second later when an arm cut across your vision and someone flicked you on the forehead. Patience was never your sister’s virtue.

Still, it did shock you enough out of the stupid little reverie you had fallen into that had been going on for a good five minutes. It was probably better she busted the daydream before someone else caught you and thought you were someone’s lobotomy patient left without supervision.

“Christ, Robin!” You huffed, slapping away her hand as she gave you an indignant look. It was distraction enough that you managed to flick her right back on the forehead right after. Maturity was never your virtue.

“That was a lot harder than I did it,” she argued back, already trying to thwack you once again.

It quickly became a sitting wrestling match as you tried to capture each other’s arms, biting low insults at one another as it went along. You finally managed to yank Robin’s arm down and back to her side, head twisting fast to see if anyone was watching the scuffle. Thankfully not. There was already so much commotion between the football idiots trying to knock soda cans off one another’s heads by throwing a spiral. They probably weren’t even trying to hit the can anymore with how much harder they laughed when the ball slammed into someone’s face instead. I mean— It was kinda funny.

“I sat beside you, and you didn’t even notice me. Do you think that if you stare long enough, it will intimidate Eddie’s clothes into falling off his body?”

The instinctual hand that slapped over her mouth at that moment might have been loud enough to draw some attention if it wasn’t so perfectly timed with the loud smack that came from the football hitting someone in the face again. Divine intervention at its finest. 

“You don’t have to say every thought that pops into your head,” you whispered harshly, eyes still nervously darting around just to double-check no one had heard. Your only solace was that you hadn’t decided to sit at a closer table to Eddie, who was far out of earshot halfway across the quad.

“Tell me about it,” offered a new voice from directly behind you. Shock and surprise rolled through your body as if electrocuted, eyes widening as a familiar figure sat opposite you at the picnic table. “The other day, she was complaining about how annoying it is that your mom tells embarrassing stories about you both to company, but then lets it slip in the same sentence that she wet the bed until she was nine.” Robin must have kicked Steve’s shin under the table because he let out an even more dramatic “Ow!” than you thought him capable of.

“What, did they realize they made a mistake in letting you graduate and rescind your diploma?” You asked him, probably a bit more snippy of a greeting than usual, given that you were still red-faced and deflated from Robin’s mental attack.

Robin gave a short snort at how Steve reared his head back an inch, his floppy hair moving with him like its own appendage. “Ignore them. They’re just mad Eddie Munson doesn’t know they exist.”

You always thought choking on water was something only people on television did when they were shocked. Turns out, It was very much an honest reaction and one you could do simply with your own spit. “I hope you trip over your own feet and the doctors have to wire your jaw shut,” you breathed out, covering your heating face with your hands as you tossed your head back, wishing you were anyway else. And by anywhere, you meant that in the truest sense there was. Let the footballers whisk you away and use your face as target practice instead.

“Munson? You like Eddie’ The Freak’ Munson?” Steve sputtered back. You were thankful that he didn’t just laugh in your face instead, like when Robin found out. You still felt the phantom feeling of her spit flying on your face when she did. Then again, maybe laughter wasn’t the worst reaction. When you removed your hands from your face and saw the genuine look of astonishment and confusion cross his features, brows furrowed, head slightly cocked to the side and studying you as if you were the freak, you began to wonder if you’d prefer the slice of a chuckle and not the hammer of a disappointed and alienating stare. “So you’ll joke about me never graduating— which I did, they can’t just take that back— but find that a desirable trait in Eddie? You do realize he was held back for two years.” As if his own words finally hit his ears, he screwed his face up like he smelled something bad. “Jesus, dude is like twenty years old.”

“I never said it was logical, okay?” you huffed back, folding your arms over your chest, then unfolding them, feeling too restless and itchy at the scrutinization your sister and her idiot friend were putting you through. “I know it’s not going to happen—known that since I was a freshman and joined the Hellfire Club. You can both let it go now.”

You’re a Junior now, and Eddie still treats you the same as if you were a wandering lost puppy he pitied and took in. You kind of were back as a freshman. No friends, not really anyone to talk to other than Robin, wandering around aimlessly in the hallways like the least scary ghost there was, given how many people tried to walk through you. You’d prefer outward avoidance to that. Still, things were different now. Maybe your only friends were members of the Hellfire Club, but at least you’d ranked up from lost puppy to social pariah but with a decent backbone. Eddie, however, clearly didn’t see it that way. His nickname of pipsqueak stuck and has followed you since. Sometimes, he shortens it to Pip, which would be fine if half the student population didn’t think that actually was your name. Some didn’t even believe you when you corrected them.

Robin raised her hands up in surrender, which was bullshit if you’ve ever seen it. “Whatever. Look, I’ve got band practice, so you have to walk home by yourself. Tell Mom to remember to leave the leftovers in the fridge this time, okay? I don’t want to accidentally eat a fly like last time because she left my plate out.” She said that with so much ease as she stood up and walked away, acting as if she hadn’t behaved like someone sprinkled rat poison on her tongue when it happened. It was pretty gross, to be fair. Just thinking about it made you mentally gag and reach for a toothbrush.

“I’ll be fine,” you called out, the same time Steve let out a disgusted mangled noise that sounded halfway between a dog trying to get a stuck piece of kibble out of its throat and a baby trying to say their first words. You stood up from the bench and swung your backpack over one shoulder.

Steve’s voice cut off your movement when you began to walk away. “Hey, let me drive you home. Your sister made me come all the way here to drop off her trumpet she left in my car. I’m already acting like a glorified errand boy today.”

You gave a short, breathy laugh, eyebrow raised. “Just today?” You asked teasingly. That got you an eye roll. “I’m good. Robin just acts like this town is more dangerous than it is. I assure you, a walk by myself will not kill me.” She’s had a tendency to hover lately. And by association, so did Steve, though you just assumed it’s because you were hanging out with Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Max lately, and he had that weird sort of older brother/fifth-wheel type relationship with them. You also assumed it had something to do with Nancy. A lot of what Steve did had to do with Nancy.

“Are all you Buckley’s this painfully stubborn? Just get in the damn car,” he fought back with as much patience as your sister had. Which, as stated earlier, is none at all.

“Steve, it’s fine.“ At this point, you were arguing back merely on some screwed-up principle. You might have gotten farther with it had Steve not stalked next to you and yanked your backpack from your shoulder, already walking off towards the parking lot with conceited expectations that you would fall in line and trail behind him.

You did. He had your bag.

At least you managed to snag one last glance at Eddie as you walked past.

“Has anyone ever told you that your bossy?” You muttered under your breath as you stopped at the familiar burgundy brown BMW that your sister had begun to use as her personal taxi. He tossed your bag into the back once he slipped into the driver’s seat, leaning over the center console to push open the passenger door you waited by.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have bad taste in men?” He supplied back, putting the key in the ignition when you slammed the door shut.

“Don’t start,” you said, staring at him heavily annoyed as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I’m not even as bad as you. Everyone sees the way you pine after Nancy.”

His head snapped so fast to look at you that you quickly smacked his arm to remind him to keep his eyes on the road. “Everyone does not— I don’t *pine* after Nancy, okay? I get it. She’s with Jonathan. We’re friends.”

“Friends who want to—”

“Don’t start.”

Alright. Fair.

Still, it was hard to believe the whole friend’s thing, not only because of the looks Steve gave Nancy, but the ones you saw her give him behind his back. Jonathan wasn’t here. He was in California. And whether or not Nancy just gave Steve lingering looks that were remnants of the past, there were moments you wondered if that was just it. Robin surely didn’t. She was pro-Steve and Nancy all the way. You were shocked she hadn’t already made embarrassing T-shirts about it.

“Don’t let Robin pollute your thoughts,” Steve broke the silence, a more quiet seriousness passing over his concentrated face. “She thinks there’s still something there, but there isn’t. Probably because all these dates I’ve been on lately have all gone to shit. I think Nancy even stares at me with pity about it too.” Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he ran his other in a frustrated motion over his jaw. “It’s annoying. I wish everyone would get off my back about the whole thing.”

“Well, why not just tell them you’re seeing someone? Not like it has to be anyone in Hawkins. Dustin’s got that long-distance girlfriend of his.” It was easy enough to lie about that sort of thing, right?

Steve gave an unamused snort. “Yeah, like Robin will just let that one slide. She’ll see right through it.”

“Then just ask someone to pretend to be your girlfriend for a while. I’m sure plenty of people are lining up just to have a shot with the late, great Steve Harrington, even if it isn’t real,” you joked, though it was true. You’d never really talked to him before he became friends with Robin, but you remembered him from the hallways last year. Heard his name bounce around girl’s lips too often to ignore it.

“Thanks for that,” he muttered in return, hand gripping his steering wheel tightly as he went quiet once more. You shrugged, turning your attention to the window as you watched your neighbourhood come into view. Playgrounds, bright red fire hydrants, trees with tire swings hanging off thick branches. Yeah. Truly a terrifying small town if you ever saw one.

“But maybe you’re on to something.”

Of course, you were on to something. You may be hopeless sometimes, but you were actually pretty clever—

“Why don’t you date me?”

It was a good thing you weren’t the one driving. You would have crashed the car. He would have deserved it.

“You can just drop me off here,” you replied, reaching for the handle, thinking the best option in this scenario was to tuck and roll out of the car. Steve grabbed your wrist before you could. Damn.

“I don’t mean for real, smart ass. But think about it. It would solve my problem, and maybe even yours too.”

You turned back to look at him with a face that read, ‘maybe they should have taken away your diploma, after all.’ “And what problem do you see me facing?”

“Eddie. Eddie’s your problem. You want him to notice you, right? Jerk off’s never been my fan, and it probably annoys the shit out of him that I hang around Henderson and the other idiots. Add you to that equation, mixed in with a guy’s stupid need to have something they can’t have, and he’ll want to be dating you in no time.”

Huh.

“It’s surprising you were never a mathlete in school with logic like that.”

“Can you be serious for a second?” Steve pleaded back at you, turning into your driveway as he did. Even though you were home, you didn’t think getting out of this car was going to be any easier at that moment than it was any earlier.

“I am being serious!” You replied back, a small laugh escaping you at the absolute absurdity. You wouldn’t be shocked if this was just some elaborate prank set up by Robin to pay you back for ruining her favourite sweater a week ago. It was a bit overkill, but you had to appreciate the effort. “You’re the one not being serious. No one would even believe it anyway.”

Steve gave an oddly offended look. “And why wouldn’t anyone believe it? What, you’d never stoop so low?” Jesus, here he was, putting words in your mouth already.

“No,” you said bluntly. “I mean you would never stoop so low. What, the holy ex-basketball player dating his best friend’s little sibling who spends most of their days drawing alone or playing Dungeons and Dragons? Doesn’t exactly scream your type.”

He opened his mouth to argue back, judging by the narrowed look of his brows but decided to drop whatever it was. He deflated with a sigh into his seat, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I-“ he paused again. “That’s not true, alright? Can you just think about it?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, studying him and trying to understand why he was being so pushy with it. You could see how his predicament was bothersome. You’ve been on the receiving end of Robin’s persistent nagging countless times. But there was probably more to it than that if you were to bet. If Steve was so willing to sell himself out to try and make Eddie jealous, chances are he was hoping that using you would do the same for Nancy. He could deny it all he wanted, but there was still a hang-up there.

“Fine.” You relented, Steve’s hand immediately dropping from his face as he sat up perfectly straight like an obedient child just being told they could have one treat. You held up your hand to tamper it down. “Fine, I’ll think about it. Don’t get your hopes up.”

Turning back around to grab your backpack, you opened your door and slipped out of the car. Steve leaned over the seat and reached for the handle. You thought he would shut it and just be done with it, but he surprised you by saying, “don’t take too long. You don’t have to play hard to get with me,” with an infuriating smirk.

And then he shut the door in your face.

[mayrose713]

I'm Used To It

Steve Harrington x fem reader

Summary: When Y/n’s alcoholic mother comes home things don’t go well after she finds out where she had been. With nowhere else to go Y/n remembers she’s not the only one dealing with this kind of thing and calls Steve to pick them both up for the weekend. Friends to lovers.

Warnings: alcohol abuse, alcoholic parent, divorce, mention of abandonment, swearing, trauma

Word count: 3548

A/N: Most things that I write are based closely on my own experiences and traumas, this way I can write a better and happier ending though. If you go through anything similar please know you are not alone and you are always welcome to message me if you need to talk. 

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“Sweetheart, ’m home.” Y/n heard her mother call out from the front door of their trailer but something didn’t seem right. 

“Mom?” Y/n came out of her room to find her mom trying to keep herself up. “Where have you been?”

“Ran inta an old friend.” She smiled at her daughter. “We talked for awhile.”

“You went drinking.” Y/n started to get both mad and upset.

“Nooooo.” Her mom shook her head before almost falling over. 

“You’re obviously drunk!” Y/n yelled.

“Pssh, you’re being redicu-lish. ‘m not drunk. Haven’t been in yearsh.” She badly lied as she walked over trying to hug Y/n. “Watcha have fur dinner?”

“I didn’t.” Y/n pushed her mom off her. “We had planned to have dinner together, remember? We were going to cook since we were both going to actually be home tonight.”

“Sorry. Wanted to catchup with a friend.” She pouted since her daughter pushed her away and tried acting like she was sober.

“No, you wanted to go drink. How long has it been going on this time?” Y/n started to yell. “Going to rehab three times already wasn’t enough for you to keep sober? Or how about dad leaving us for a girl ten years younger than you when I was fourteen because he didn’t want to deal with you drinking anymore.”

“Really?” Her mom started to yell back. “Really had to go there?”

“Yes, I did.” Y/n walked over to the fridge to find herself dinner since it’s already nine o’clock. 

“Whatcha ya doing?”

“Finding myself dinner, duh.” Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“Do ya really think ya need more to eat?” That hit a nerve in Y/n.

“Fine.” Y/n slammed the fridge door and stomped to the front door. 

“And where do ya think you’re going?” Her mom yelled, stopping her for a second. 

“Being like dad and getting the hell away from you.” Y/n yelled with tears brimming her eyes before leaving. 

She took a second to breathe trying to figure out what to do. Then she remembered how Max moved to the trailer park after her step dad left and she has a similar situation with her mom. Y/n was the only person Max trusted to tell about what was going on at home. She then decided that’s where she's going to go since it was a Friday night and is sure Max isn’t doing well either. 

It only took Y/n a few minutes before she was knocking on the younger girl's front door.

“Y/n?” Max looked at her confused then noticed the tears still threatening to escape. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just, you know my mom.” Y/n explained then noticed the older redhead passed out on the couch with a bunch of beers scattered around. “It looks like we’re in the same boat actually.”

“Yeah, though I’ve never seen you so upset like this.” Max grabbed her hand pulling her into the trailer and towards her room making sure the doors closed. “What happened tonight?”

“Max, I love you, you’re like my baby sister especially with how similar our lives are.” Y/n had grabbed her hands. “But this is something you don’t need to be burdened with, it’s mine.” 

“It’s also not something you need to keep bottled up and deal with alone.” Max squeezed her hands. “Please Y/n/n talk to me.” 

Y/n thought about it for a second then felt exactly how hungry she was and decided on something else.

“Have you eaten dinner?” Y/n asked, having noticed there wasn’t much food in the trailer. 

Max stayed quiet for a moment before shaking her head. “No, even with two jobs we don’t have much money and most of what we have mom spends on booze.”

“I’m going to call Steve, okay. Tell him what's going on and to pick us up.” Y/n explained grabbing the phone from the bedside table but Max stopped her.

“You can’t.” Max looked at the older girl with pleading eyes. “Please, I told you about all of this in confidence because you understand and I see you as an older sister too. I don’t want anyone else knowing, especially not Lucas, and Steve is too close with him and the others.”

“Max, he’s my best friend and already knows about my situation and he’s never told anyone else.” Y/n explained. “He’s very protective of not just me but also you, he would want to know. Give you a place away from this.”

“He’s protective of you because he’s in love with you.” Max told her which gave Y/n butterflies in her stomach.

“Steve’s not in love with me, we’ve been friends for as long as I can remember.” Y/n said. 

“But you’re in love with him.” Max reminded her. “And don’t try to lie, you already admitted it when we played truth or dare with El over the summer.”

“And I told you guys that I don’t plan to ever tell him since I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” Y/n reminded her. “And there’s no way he’s in love with me.”

“Keep telling yourself that Y/n/n.” 

“Anyways, I’m calling Steve.” She started dialing his number. 

“Hello.” Steve quickly answered. 

“Hey, it’s me.” 

“Y/n? Everything okay?” Steve perked up. “I thought you were doing a night in with your mom tonight?”

“Yeah, that didn’t exactly happen like it was supposed to.” Y/n let out a long sigh. “She decided instead of dinner with me to get drunk with a friend.”

“Got it, I’m on my way to get you and we’ll pick up pizza on our way home.” Steve said and she could hear him moving around. 

“Actually, I’m at Max’s.” Y/n looked at the younger girl. “We’re kind of dealing with the same thing right now.”

“What? Max too?” Steve wasn’t expecting to hear that from his best friend, after meeting Max he couldn’t help but feel protective of her especially with everything from Billy. “Okay, tell her to pack a bag for the weekend, you’re both staying over. You still have some clothes here, and besides you like to sleep in my shirts anyways.”

“Thanks Steve.” Y/n smiled. “And just like my situation, don't tell anyone about Max, especially the boys.” 

“Completely understand, I’ll be there in a few minutes to pick you both up, see you soon.” Steve said before hanging up.

Y/n placed the phone back on the nightstand and turned to Max. “Pack a bag for the weekend, you’re staying with us.”

“It’s okay Y/n, I’m fine staying here.” Max shook her head.

“Max, you and I both know I won’t let you stay here with your mom passed out and not enough food to feed you.” Y/n said while standing up and grabbing a bag from the girls closet. “And We both know that Steve will carry you over his shoulder to force you into his car and keep you all weekend to make sure you’re safe and fed. He did that to me when I was fifteen and learned about what was going on with my mom. Though he was more pissed that it was happening since I was eleven and I never told him, that he found out when he snuck over trying to get me to go to a party.”

“You know that’s kidnapping right?” Max laughed a little, taking the bag from Y/n and started packing some things. 

“Yeah, I told him that.” Y/n also laughed. “He didn’t give a shit. I’m sure he’s going to feel the same now even if it’s three years later, especially when it's you Max.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s only doing this because he loves you and I’m basically your little sister.” Max scoffed. 

“Max, he cares about you very much, I promise he does.” Y/n reassured her. “He still would have done this even if it was just you who called him.” 

Just then there was a honk outside and Max looked out the window to see the familiar red BMW. 

“That’s Steve.” Max turned back around. “I’ll meet you guys outside in a minute, just gotta put a few things away and leave a note for my mom in case she sobers up at some point this weekend.” 

“Okay, don’t be too long.” Y/n kissed the top of her head before making her way through the trailer and out the front door to find Steve leaning against the driver side.

“Hey Y/n/n.” He pushed himself off the car and over to his best friend where he quickly engulfed her in a hug. “How are you doing?”

“The same as I always am when this happens.” She explains. “Her getting upset with me as though she didn’t do anything wrong, me getting mad at her for blowing me off and drinking then her having to say something about me trying to eat dinner.”

“I’m so sorry.” He squeezed her tighter.

“It’s okay Steve, I’m used to it at this point.” 

“No it’s not okay Y/n, but we’ll figure it out later, for now let's just get you and Max out of here.” He said before letting her go and realizing the red head wasn’t around. “Speaking of, where is Max?”

“She was finishing packing her bag and writing a note for her mom, just in case.” She explained.

“Is she doing okay?” Steve was very worried. “How long has she been dealing with this?”

“Why don’t you go inside and ask her?” He looked at Y/n confused which made her sigh. “She doesn’t think you care about her, that you’re just doing this for me.”

“What?” Steve was surprised by this. “Of course I care for her, I have ever since I met her, especially after I learned she was Billy’s step sister. Was scared for her and what she had to deal with living with him.”

“Go talk to her.” 

Steve nodded his head before walking to the trailer as Y/n got into the passenger seat of his car. Max was finishing up the note to her mom when she heard the door open again. 

“Sorry Y/n, almost done.” She looked up only to find Steve and not her sister figure standing in the entryway looking at the horror of where she lived. “Steve?”

“Hey Maxy, you okay?” Steve asked moving over to her using the nickname she okayed the older male and Y/n to use occasionally, but not all the time. 

“Yeah, I’m great.” She gave a fake smile to him while folding a piece of paper and writing “mom” on it. “You know how Y/n/n is, overreacts sometimes when it comes to me?”

“Are you sure?” He asked while eyeing the place before moving over to the kitchen and searched the cabinets and fridge to find little to no food. “How long has this been going on?”

“Not long.” She shook her head while refusing eye contact. 

“Max.” He moved to her, placing his hands on her shoulders and leaning down to be eye level with her. “How long has this been going on?”

Max took in a deep breath and looked up at him with tears threatening to escape her eyes. “Since my step dad left after Billy’s funeral. Mom took on two jobs and started drinking a lot more.”

“That long?” He rubbed his forehead before moving his hand through his hair. “How often is she drinking?”

“Every night, until she’s passed out.” Max looked over at her mom asleep on the couch. 

“And where’s all the food?” He asked. 

“She hasn’t gone to the store in over two week, keeps saying that she doesn’t have a lot of money right now to go but then comes home with more beer.” She finally started to cry and Steve quickly wrapped his arms around her to let her cry into his chest. 

“I’m so sorry Max.” He whispered so that only she could hear, even though she was the only one there besides her passed out mother. 

“It’s okay Steve, I’m used to it.” Saying the same thing Y/n tells him. 

“No Maxy, it’s not okay. Y/n tells me the same thing in this situation but it’s not okay.” He then pulls away and crouches down with his hands on her shoulders again. “Please know that I care about you, very much, and if you ever need to talk or need a place to stay to get away from your mom or even just need a meal please, please call me.”

“I will.” She nodded as she wiped the tears off her cheeks. “Thank you Steve.”

“Anytime kid.” He smiled and stood up grabbing her bag off the counter. “Now let's go have an awesome weekend.”

“This never gets spoken about.” Max said as they walked through the trailer. “Especially not too…”

“Yeah, yeah. Especially not to the guys.” Steve interrupted her. “I would never tell anyone about this without your permission.” 

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The three of them drove to one of the few pizza places still open ordering a large before going back to Steves where they sat and ate and just talked while trying to keep the mood light.

“Wait seriously, Erica told you that about Lucas?” Y/n laughed at what Max had just told them.

“How do we know it’s not just Erica trying to embarrass her brother?” Steve asked but was still smiling.

“Have you met Erica?” Y/n raised a brow at him. “She would never tell a lie like this, but embarrassing her brother just makes it better.”

“You can’t tell Lucas about this though. He doesn’t even know that I know.” Max explained.

“Our lips are sealed.” Y/n and Steve say at the same time making all of them laugh.

“Well, I think I’m going to turn in for the night.” Y/n stood up, grabbing all of the plates off the table and the pizza box. 

“It is getting late.” Steve said while looking at his watch then followed his best friend into the kitchen where he took over doing the dishes from her. 

“Max, I’ll show you to the guest bedroom.” Y/n said, grabbing the girl's bag.

“Thank you again for letting me stay here.” Max said to Steve.

“Anytime kiddo.” He smiled. “I’ll follow you guys up in a few minutes.”

As Max followed Y/n she noticed one room to the right of the stairs that must be Steve’s parents room then followed her passed one which must be Steve’s, then passed the bathroom and into the one next to it.

“Do you normally sleep in here?” Max asked moving to the bed where Y/n placed her bag.

“No, I usually sleep in Steve's bed.” She explained until she noticed the look Max was giving her. “Don’t look at me like, we’ve been doing this since we were kids okay.”

“Whatever you say.” Max smiled.

“I’m going to go change real quick, then I’ll be back.” Y/n told her before leaving. 

Y/n grabbed one of Steve's old Hawkins High swim team shirts and a pair of black pajama shorts she’s left one of the last times she spent the night. She came back into the guest room to see Max in a long sleeved nightgown sitting cross legged on the bed with some comic books.

“Wonder Women, nice.” Y/n picked one of the comic books up before sitting across from her. 

“I didn’t know you were on the swim team?” Max looked at her shirt.

“I’m not.” Y/n looked down, flipping through the pages. 

“Is that Steve’s shirt?” Max gawked before giggling a bit. “Are you sure you two aren’t already dating?”

“Shut up.” Y/n laughed a little before putting the book down and looking at the younger girl. “How are you doing Maxy?”

“I’m fine.” Max refused to look at her.

“Really?” Y/n eyed her. “Please talk to me. Lucas told us about how you guys broke up.”

“I have nightmares sometimes about that night at the mall.” Max started to explain. “And you know, my mom doesn’t really help, but it’s fine.”

“You know I told you that you could come over whenever you needed.” Y/n placed a hand on the red head's shoulder. “You should have told me that you didn’t have food for dinners and stuff.”

Max shrugged her shoulders before sighing. “It’s just, you have your own shit to deal with, you have your own alcoholic obviously.”

“Yes I do, but I also don’t deal with it every night.” She paused for a second. “Well at least not in a while. It just depends on if it's a one time slip up or a long ‘slip up’. But anyways, you know I’m always here and so is Steve.”

“I’m getting used to it Y/n/n, it’s okay.” 

“Yeah, you don’t get to use my line against me.” Y/n laughed a little. “But seriously, please call us.”

“I will. Thank you.” Max smiled at her before they hugged each other.

“How are you two girls doing?” Steve knocked on the doorframe wearing flannel pajama pants and an old tshirt and watched as they let go of their hug. 

Max looked at Y/n for a second before turning to Steve with a smile. “We’re good.”

“That’s good.” Steve smiled back. “I’m really sorry you guys have to go through this.”

The two girls looked at each other with a smirk before saying at the same time “We’re used to it.”

“Very funny.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Why don’t we go to bed Y/n/n.”

The older girl nodded her head and stood up moving over to Max and kissed her on the head. “Night Maxy.”

“Night Y/n/n.”

“Good night kiddo.” Steve moved and ruffled her hair after Y/n left the room.

“You know she loves you right?” Max said before he could leave. 

“What?”

“Y/n. She loves you.” Max said again. “I know you love her too with how you look at her, we all know it.”

“Of course I love her, she’s my best friend.” Steve tried to play it off. 

“Steve, you’re in love with her.” Max corrected, making him sigh. 

“What am I supposed to do? I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” He brushed his hand through his hair. 

“Just tell her. I promise you won’t ruin your friendship.” She reassured him. 

“Fine.” He closed her eyes before looking at her again. “I’ll do it if you promise to call whenever you need something.”

Max thought it over for a second before nodding her head. “Deal. Good night Steve.”

“Good night.” 

Steve turned off the lights in the room before going back to his to find Y/n already laying in bed. 

“Everything okay?” She asked while sitting up when she noticed him. 

“Yeah.” Steve nodded his head as he took his shirt off since he likes to sleep without one. “She just wanted to tell me something.”

“What’d she say?”

“It’s nothing.” He lied as he started to get in bed.

“Steve.”

“Do you remember when I punched that guy at the last party of the school year last year?” He asked, confusing her. 

“Yeah, the blonde baseball player who was flirting with me.” She nodded her head. “Why are you bringing that up right now?”

“Do you know why I punched him?”

“You had said that you had heard him talk shit to some of the guys making a bet that he could get in my pants in less than five minutes.” She explained. “You were being your protective self as usual.”

“Well I lied.” He sighed.

“What?”

“I never heard him make a bet.” Steve confeased.

“Then why did you punch him?” She was really confused now. 

Steve looked over and pushed some hair behind her ear. “I was jealous.”

“What would you be jealous about?” She giggled a little. 

“I was jealous because I hated seeing some guy flirt with you.” He said while placing a hand on her cheek. “Because I’m in love with you.”

“Really?” Y/n couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her best friend, Steve “the hair” Harrington, is in love with her.

“Really. You don’t have to say it back or an…”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence though as Y/n leaned up and kissed him. He was shocked at first but quickly composed himself and kissed her back. It was a soft kiss but he could feel all of her emotions in it and she could feel his. 

They soon pulled apart needing to breathe but looked deep into each other's eyes. 

“I love you too.” Y/n finally said, making him smile before he pulled her back into another kiss.

“Well finally.” A voice from the door caused them to stop everything and turn towards the culprit to find Max with the biggest smile. “I’m radioing everyone.”

Max left, leaving the two alone again as they smiled at each other before going back to what they were doing before being interrupted.

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A/N: Sorry if this was badly written, had to take a few breaks while writing it so as to not cry because I’ve gone through the same things both Y/n and Max go through from when I was 11 until I was 20. Though I wasn’t lucky enough to have a Steve in my life until I was 17 who had an alcoholic father and understood what I was going through and gave me an out whenever I needed it.

[inklessletter]

Back when I was living (for the hope of it all)

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Robin was the first to notice that something wasn’t right.

She and Steve had made the high school gym their second home, after the—well, the quake. Classes had been canceled and it became a community helping center. A lot of people lost their homes and some of them were sleeping in temporary beds there, so there were volunteers at all hours. Steve told her a few weeks after that he had decided to spend the nights there as well. Robin guessed, quite accurately, that Steve probably felt alone and exposed in his very empty house in the middle of a very empty neighborhood. After everything they went through, it’s normal if he felt safer surrounded by people. She wanted to stay with him too, but her family grew almost paranoid and set a curfew that she couldn’t miss. So, if she couldn’t spend the nights with Steve (and frankly, maybe having him near would help her sleep better as well), at least she could take the early morning volunteering shift, so she could bring him breakfast, and make sure he was OK first thing everyday.

She always found him in the same makeshift bed, awake, with a book in his hand and his reading glasses. She would give him a cup of coffee and a sandwich, and he would put down the book and have breakfast with her in his spot. They would chat for a bit until she headed to the kitchen to start her shift. They both would spend the day helping as much as they could, and Steve would go back home to shower and rest, and a few hours later he would go back to the gym when Robin was no longer there anymore.

It was routine. Routine was safe.

She started asking about the books when she saw seven of them piled up next to Steve’s bed. Maybe he had some hard time sleeping and that’s why he started to read. Maybe. It was odd, though, especially when Steve told him that the pile were the books he had already read. Seven books, some of them kind of large, and he had been there for only four days. Robin knew Steve wasn’t an avid reader, he wasn’t even a reader. He told her himself back when they were still working in Family Video, he always preferred movies instead of books. 

When she asked the first time, Steve told her about the plot of the books he had read. When he told her about a book she had already read, they discussed it, and when she didn’t know about it, she would listen.

Two weeks of routine, and twenty-eight books piled up, Robin decided she had to ask.

“Babe, are you having trouble sleeping?” Robin says, carefully sweet, trying not to slip her worries through her tone.

“Hm, no, not really,” Steve says.

“It’s—I mean, those are a lot of books. I kinda thought you were reading them at night, that’s why I asked.”

Steve smiled and looked at her through the reading glasses. “I sleep fine, well, fine, you know. Four hours here, two hours there. You know the drill.”

She knew the drill, indeed. After Starcourt, sleeping through the night was difficult. It took them a while to manage a healthy resting schedule again. She herself was still dealing with it after the apocalypse.

“Then when do you read those?”

Steve laughed. “Whenever I have time, I guess. I think I'm sort of addicted to it.”

“My, my. Never thought the day would come where I would hear Steve The Hair Harrington declaring himself a worm book,” she teased.

And that was when she actually noticed.

Steve gulped and looked away, positioning his glasses in place, smile faltering.

There was something he was keeping from her. Steve is Robin’s best friend, they tell each other everything. He had always been so straightforward with her, this was odd.

“Steve?”

He took his glasses off, still not looking at her, and his lip trembled. Robin froze.

“Babe—”

“Bathroom?” Steve asked, breathy, high pitched.

They locked themselves in the furthest bathroom they could find. Steve paced for a bit, and Robin didn’t say anything. He still hadn’t looked her in the eyes. After a minute, he took a breath and turned to her. 

“It’s stupid.”

“No, no, Steve. Whatever you’re going through, I bet it’s not stupid,” she said, rapidly.

He swallowed his tears, and finally, sat on the floor. Robin sat in front of him, cross legged. She didn’t touch him, she didn’t push. 

“We weren’t even friends,” Steve said, voice broken.

Oh.

Oh.

“Eddie—It’s all over again. It’s happening again, Robin. Someone so close to me, someone I love has lost a person and they’re hurting.”

Robin said absolutely nothing when two thick tears rolled down Steve’s face.

“Dustin’s heartbroken because Eddie’s in that place, all alone. He loved Eddie, he admired him so much, and Eddie died on him and he could do nothing to help. And I—I’ve fucking been there, twice now. I didn’t know what to do with it when Nancy lost Barb, and I still don’t know what to do now that Dustin has lost Eddie. And I’m absolutely terrified because I lost Nance back then because I didn’t know how to deal with it, and I don’t want to lose Dustin this time, but I can’t make him feel better, because I wasn’t fucking there.”

Robin made her personal goal not to look away, even when her face crumpled and she started crying, feeling his soulmate’s pain as her own. Steve covered his face, and tried to soothe the sobs, and even out his breathing. 

“And I feel like shit, Robs. I feel disgusting because I’m worrying about losing Dustin over this when his loss is far worse, because Eddie is gone for good,” Steve paused a second, and after a shaky sigh, his tone leveled out. “Eddie is gone, and I’ve wasted so much time hating his guts over fucking nothing. And then—then we talk through it and I think ‘oh, yeah, I’ve been stupid, as fucking usual, but he’s nice, and honest, and funny, and fucking gorgeous, and the little shit was right all along, and I can’t wait for this shit to pass so we can get to know each other. Yeah, I can be friends with him, I want to be friends with him,’  but, no, Robin. I don’t have any right to miss him the way I do, because it—it was all in my head, and it’s fucking disrespectful to feel this way to the people who actually gave a shit about him, because we weren’t even friends.”

Robin could not wait anymore and crawled toward him, embracing him fiercely. Steve broke like a dam, spilled his shattered soul on her and she wasn’t even expecting it. She didn’t see it coming, she only asked about books, which seems idiotic right now. She hugged him as if she wanted to absorb his pain, to share his burden. Steve was loudly sobbing, she never saw him like this. Physical pain? He could definitely take it. Emotionally, though? He needed help, and she felt like the worst best friend in the world for not noticing before.

She rocked him, fingers laced in his hair, whispering reassuring words. He wasn’t going to lose Dustin, that he loved him, and needed him; he wasn’t wrong for missing Eddie, for mourning a friendship that could have been so beautiful; that she was so sorry that he had to go through this again; that Eddie’s death wasn’t his fault, and that they all missed him, because the motherfucker made himself loud enough to leave a deafening void after his demise. Something like a choked cackle left Steve’s throat. 

Steve sniffed and left Robin’s embrace, but she didn’t break contact, still cupping his blotchy, wet face in front of hers.

“Babe, you’ve got every reason to miss him. It’s okay to miss him. I miss him, too. Your feelings are not wrong,” she said, with intent. Steve blinked several times, tears still spilling in silence, expression trembling, “any of them, Steve. Any of them are wrong, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve replied, voice shattering.

“And he was fucking gorgeous, I concur.”

Steve cackled again.

“Right?”

“Yeah. His eyes were huge.”

“Stupid, huge, pretty Bambi eyes. His hands, though, and his rings, and his—his voice—”

Steve looked down, Robin leaned, joining foreheads. He closed his eyes, probably trying to visualize him. Her heart melted when he kept a smile (a weak one, but a smile nevertheless) in his face. He opened his eyes again.

“I’ve read so many books because in my mind, I read them in his voice,” he whispers, like he’s confessing an intimate secret. “Sometimes I even imagine he comments on something I’m reading, and I feel him, Robs, like—like we’re reading together, and he’s being obnoxious about it, and we’re friends.”

“God, I would have had to fight with him to keep the best friend title, huh?”

“Nah, you’re pretty much unbeatable.”

“Yeah, I am. Sorry, dude.”

They laughed a little. They separated their foreheads, and Robin held Steve’s hands in her lap, squeezing them softly, tenderly.

“I couldn’t cope with—with his death, and not being able to say goodbye. It’s fucking me up him calling my name, and asking me to make him pay, and then I didn’t. I wish he would've asked me something else that I could actually do, maybe I could feel some closure here.”

Robin rubbed the back of his hands with her thumb, reassuring.

“I mean, that’s the reason I started reading. I kind of found comfort in reading stories and being left with closure after. But then—God, then I accidentally started reading them in his stupid voice, and he’s living rent free in my mind now and won’t leave,” Steve said this with such fondness in his voice, that made Robin smile. I don’t want him to, though,  Steve’s eyes seemed to say. Instead, he said, “I think I’m having a hard time going through all of this again, because last time I fucked up real bad, and I had no one to talk to about it.”

It took a minute for Robin to speak.

“Thank you for telling me, Steve. I want you to know, you can tell me anything. I—I might not have answers to some questions, but I promise to listen every time, yeah? You know I’m here for you, and I’m not going anywhere, right?”

Steve smiled at his soulmate.

“Yeah. Absolutely,” Steve said, kissing Robin’s hands. “I love you, Robs.”

“I love you too, dingus.”

[louscartridge]

girls?

i do not give permission for my fics to be posted claiming to be yours, translated, or posted on another platform without credit.

 requested by- @sublimecatgalaxy​

cw- not rly proof read, barely mentions of fighting (demo dog), enimies to lovers, uhhhhh i dont think anything else tbh. 

summary - robin is unsure if her enemy likes her back or not untill she makes a bold move.

“did you see her hair when the hair tie fell out?!” robin continued to daze to steve doing her eyeliner in the passenger seat of steves car.

“robin-”

she cut his speaking off and put her hand down from her face for a minute to look at steve. “now yes steve i now it wasent exactly the best time to find something attractive but..that was attractive!” she looked at him with a “duh!” face almost saying ‘i mean you like girls! you gotta admit, that was hot!’ without actually saying that. 

what robin was currently talking ab was when you were fighting a demo dog, swinging around so much your hair tie fell out of your hair, letting strands stick to the sweat on your face and some still loose from behind you. so yeah. not really the best moment to be crushing but oh well what can you do right? 

“i think i should ask her out.” robin bluntly started.

“are you sure you want to do that?” steve asked hoping robin would think about this but instead she immediately replied with a strong ‘yes’

“ok but listen i can think of atleast two reasons why you shouldnt do that!”

“oh reaally mr. lady puller? you want her that bad?” robin teased seriously and rolled her eyes.

once steve pulls into a spot in the school parking lot he turns in his seat to look at his (quite frankly only) friend and smacks her hand causing her to drop her eyeliner. 

“hey!” robin went to unnecessarily banter.

 “no robin ok listen! for one we dont even know if she likes woman and two she hates you!” steve yells mater of a factly. 

“yeah well one can be solved by me asking her out doofus. and two shell know i dont hate her once i ask her out. so really! asking her out will clear everything up!” robin states mater of a factly. 

not wanting to be late to class for once steve gives up.

                                                time skip bc i suck 

“hi” robin cheekishly said to you.

“hi?” you said back in a undertone.

“uh- are- are you hurt to bad from yesterday?”

“no. not really... it just kinda sucks that i have to like- hide from everyone you know?”

“oh trust me i know.” as robin was talking she saw you open a mini cupcake.

“oh my god! y/n!” she randomly shouted.

“oh my god! robin!” you copy sarcastically. 

“i just saw you open the cupcake, duh, im right here of course im gonna see you open it but it reminded me that i made a cake yesterday its like red velvet with chocolate icing that i might add also made myself it took me so long and i was scared like so scared that i was goint to like explode something but guess what? i didnt!”

as she kept rambling you slowly smiled remembered something steve told you. 

“when robin likes someone she can not stop talking. like she starts talking non stop and really fast.”

“robin.” you cut her off

“yes?” she quickly replied.

“do you like me?” 

“yes. no! maybe? i dont now how do you feel about me?”

“how i feel about you is if you were to say you like me.. i wouldnt say i didnt like you too.”

“well then yeah. i do like you. y/n”

“i like you too robin.”

“i like your smile.”

one thing being said right after the other untill robin started ramling again. but this time you decided to cut her off. 

“will you be my girl friend?”

robin just stared at you in shock making random hand movements sometimes making some stuttering noises.

“robin?” you say in a sing songingly voice.

“uh- yes? yes! i will be your girlfriend!”

the moment was cut when steve came up behind robin.

“aha! yes! she likes you! thank you for not listening to me!”

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

can we get a fic where r is a nurse or med student and she just had a terrible terrible day at work and steve just comforts her? ly <3

i know nothing about the medical world so forgive me. kinda basing this from a breakdown i had after orientation for my job then texting a friend for some help.

masterlist

silence. peace and quiet after a twenty-four hour on call shift. no beeping monitors, no patients getting angry with you, no messes to clean up; just you sitting in your car letting your brain melt. and then the tears started to sting, face pinching to withhold yourself but letting the floodgates free. your breathing was labored and your head was getting fuzzy, you hoped no one was a witness to your breakdown.

fingers death gripping onto your leather steering wheel, head falling forward and almost hitting your horn. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to take deep slow breaths, needing to steady yourself before making the thirty minute drive back to your apartment where steve was waiting for you.

steve. with his name popping into your head you reached into your bag, pulling your phone and flipping it open then pressing one to speed dial the landline. the dial tone rang twice and then you heard his voice.

“harrington residence.” just those two words from your husband lifted your sorrows for a moment, allowing you to calmly speak into the receiver. “hi honey.” a sigh of relief before a wet hiccup followed.

you could hear the concern when steve asked, “hey, you off? need me to pick you up?” already knowing you had your car with you, but also knowing you would be exhausted to drive.

you shook your head even though it wasn’t seen, “no, no. just… just wanted to see if you needed anything?” closing your eyes as the welling tears continued. “want something for lunch? was gonna stop by-“

“it’s fine, honey. i already cooked something for you. just get home safe. i love you.” and he didn’t hang up right away, waiting for you to respond back. a croaked “i love you,” then quick to press the end call button. you took deep calming breaths, five in five out, before starting the engine and cutting the radio off.

you kept to the speed limit, sometimes going three over or even five under causing people to honk and speed past you. you didn’t have the energy to care about their pissed stares, just counting the stop lights until you hit your block, rolling into the complex then pulling into your parking spot.

your bones felt like liquid as you gathered your bags and drinks, locking your car then heading up the one flight of stairs. a quick left then past three doors and you stood outside yours, number 736, a lovely floral reef circled the peep hole.

with a heavy hand you slid your key into the lock, turned the knob and was greeted to the warm lighting and laugh track blaring from the tv. the lingering smell of mac and cheese with some baked chicken and steamed veggies caused your stomach to gargle.

“hey pretty.” steve’s smooth voice slid into the hallway with you, his hands reaching out to take your load off your shoulders.

he made sure to keep your belonging organized and hang your coat on the rack. he knelt to the floor and helped tug your sneakers off your aching feet before ushering your further into the apartment to the couch.

reruns of your favorite sitcom light the room as steve leaned in to press a tender kiss on your left temple, eyes closing in contentment. “i’ll be back with our food.”

steve was gone less than five minutes and you could feel your eyes growing heavy as each second passed, head lulling to rest on the back of your couch. you smiled and chuckled low at a joke you already knew, but it still tickled you pink.

“kept it in the oven to stay warm. hope it taste good, i followed the recipe for the mac and chicken, but you know me.” steve set the two plates on the small table covering your feet. “how’s my girl doing?”

he rested a palm to your left thigh and rubbed over your scrubs comfortably. you took a deep inhale before sighing out, “draining.” the one word sufficient in summarizing everything.

steve hummed, “sorry. but luckily you’re taking the next two days off. how about we just rot in bed for one day and then be slightly adults the next day. how’s that sound?” his browns eyes darkened and shaded with the flickering light.

leaning your head onto his right shoulder and fighting sleep you yawned out, “sounds perfect.” the laugh track and commercials becoming your white noise.

[princesse-de-ravenclaw]

I wrote a Steve Harrington fic..

So I know my blog is like 97% HP and 3% marvel but I’ve really been feeling Steve Harrington the last couple of days... if I posted this would y’all read it??? It’s a best friends to lovers trope and I think it’s pretty good...

Let me know if y’all would read it/ want me to post it

[cherrybracelets]

why [s. harrington x henderson!reader]

song inspo | steve playlist | masterlist

word count: 3.7k / warnings: none really, mostly fluff, alcohol mention

an: hi guys!!! i kinda went off on this one oops!!! please check out my masterlist for more fics if you like this one, and i always appreciate feedback and a reblog! ❤️

“God, Dustin, if you don’t get out of that bathroom in the next five minutes I’m literally going to kill you!” You screamed, slamming your fists on the wooden door for the thousandth time this morning.

“Relax, (Y/N), I’m almost finished! God you’re so annoying!” Your little brother, Dustin, yelled back. You groaned loudly and stomped back to your room, desperately needing to finish blow drying your hair before the party.

You heard the bathroom door open, and Dustin walking over to your room. He popped in your doorway with a devilish grin, his hair slicked back with hairspray.

“Bathrooms all yours, sis. Make sure you wear that one red lipstick, I think Steve will love it,” Dustin said, winking at you.

“Ew, Dustin. How many times do I have to tell you, me and Steve will never happen. Get over it. We’ve hated each other since middle school, and that’s not gonna change!” You stood up quickly and stomped to the bathroom, Dustin following behind you, frowning.

“C’mon! Give him a chance, (Y/N)! He’s a good kid!” Dustin has been pleading for you and Steve to date since the first time they fought Dart together. Dustin saw Steve as an older brother, and if you two ended up together, Steve would literally be his brother (in law). That was Dustin’s dream- and he reminded you of it every day.

“Jesus, you are so annoying. Why don’t you just shut up and make sure you have Wills’s gift ready!” You slammed the bathroom door in Dustin’s face, making sure to lock it so he wouldn’t barge in. You took a few deep breaths, trying to ground yourself from screaming out of frustration. You plugged your hair dryer on and began styling your hair, using the noise of the machine to drown out your frustration.

You had never really liked Steve, but it became especially frustrating when he decided to informally adopt your brother. Dustin thought the kid was a god, and that did not help Steve’s already overbearing confidence. You understood that Dustin only had you and his mom, and he needed a male role model, but you wished it was anyone but him.

You and Steve had a long- and very negative- history. You guys used to be friends, way back in the day, when life was simple. But that all came to a firey halt in seventh grade. You had a huge crush on one of Steve’s friends, Tommy, and you made the mistake of spilling that to Steve.

Steve took it upon himself to tell Tommy, and they apparently though it was hilarious. You hadn’t really developed yet, so you weren’t as ‘pretty’ as the other girls in your grade. Even though, let’s face it, it was seventh grade, and no one was attractive. But your self confidence was especially low, so when Steve apparently dared Tommy to fake ask you out in front of the whole school- you were crushed. And rightfully, you have never forgiven him.

It haunted you all the way up until you graduated. People never seemed to forget, and every one in a while you’d get reminded of the most humiliating day of your life. And it was even worse having to see the man who orchestrated the event around all the time. You never told Dustin about it, because you knew he looked up to Steve, and you didn’t want to take that away from him. But it was hard when you constantly had to hear how amazing he was.

You were feeling yourself get worked up just thinking about it, your breathing get quicker and your cheeks getting hot with stress. You tried to shake the memory out of your head, tousling your curls as you moved. You put a light lipstick on, double checked yourself in the mirror, and headed out of the bathroom. Dustin was waiting eagerly with a poorly wrapped gift in his bedroom.

“I got Will this super cool new edition of D&D! He’s gonna freak,” Dustin said excitedly, hoping up from his bed and following you down the stairs.

“Super happy for you nerds,” you groaned, grabbing your purse from the kitchen counter and rustling around for you keys.

“You’re gonna regret being so mean to me one day when I’m super rich.” Dustin raised his eyebrows at you, and you just rolled your eyes, walking out the front door to your car.

“You’re gonna regret being such a brat when I sacrifice you to the demodogs,” you said, laughing as you unlocked your car.

“That is not funny! Don’t joke about that!”

“Oh, relax Dustin, don’t go crying to Steve about it.” You hopped into your drivers seat and waited for Dustin to get buckled up before starting your car. He was excitedly fiddling with the bow on his gift, hoping that no one else got Will the same gift.

“I still don’t understand why you hate Steve so much, anyways,” Dustin mumbled, leaning his head against your car window.

“I’ve told you a million times, we just have a history, okay. It’s none of your business,” you snapped, raising your voice at him. “Besides, I’m going on another date with Andrew this weekend.”

“Ughhhhh,” Dustin groaned, rolling his eyes obnoxiously. “That guy is seriously the worst, (Y/N). He is super boring, his hair sucks, and he doesn’t know anything about the upside down. You can’t actually date a guy who doesn’t know what you’ve seen!”

“I don’t care about his hair, Dustin! That’s not a priority to me!”

“Well, it should be, okay? I don’t want my nieces and nephews having dweeb hair.”

“Don’t talk about my future children like that, idiot.” You punched Dustin lightly on the shoulder, and he screamed loudly, clearly faking pain to try and get on your nerves. You just pushed him again, and continued driving to Wills. The rest of your drive was spent listening to Dustin tell you about the new rules of his game, and you trying your best to pretend you were interested.

When you finally got to Wills, you recognized Steve’s car and instantly felt nauseous. You really did not want to spend time with him, but you also knew Joyce was excited to see you today, and you couldn’t let her down. You parked your car grudgingly and took a few moments before getting out. Dustin had already ran inside to his friends, showing off his wrapped gift.

You walked into the house quietly, not wanting to distract anyone from the birthday celebrations. Joyce ran to you, excitement on her face, and greeted you with a warm hug.

“(Y/N)! It’s so good to see you, you look beautiful,” she said, cupping your face in her hands and looking at your outfit.

“Sorry we’re late, Dustin is a brat and takes forever to get ready,” you responded, rolling your eyes and giggling a bit.

“There’s drinks and food in the kitchen, help yourself. Everyone else is scattered around somewhere, I’m sure you’ll find them!” She kissed you on the cheek before walking away and finding her son. You walked over to the kitchen, hoping to get a few seconds of peace and quiet. To your disdain, you were greeted by Steve, standing alone and pouring himself a drink.

“Hey, sorry if I’m in your way,” he mumbled, moving from the counter and spilling his drink on himself a bit.

“It’s fine, I’m just gonna grab a beer and go say hi to the kids, anyways,” you responded, pulling a cold bottle out of a cooler. You tried to twist it, but couldn’t manage to get the cap off.

“Can I help?” Steve asked, reaching out to take the bottle from you. You handed it to him without saying a word, and he took the bottle to his lips and bit the cap off with his teeth.

“Jesus,” you cringed, the thought of that against your teeth making you shiver.

“Little party trick I learned back in high school, I forgot some people get freaked out by it,” he laughed, handing you the bottle. You took a big swig, realizing Steve’s lips had just touched the mouth of your bottle. The thought made you a little uncomfortable, thinking about his lips on yours. He did have beautiful lips though, soft and pillowy. And he was always wearing this vanilla chapstick- you figured he kisses would taste like a milkshake.

Why the fuck are you thinking about kissing Steve? God, Dustin has really got in your head. You thanked Steve and walked out of the kitchen before your brain could dive any deeper into those thoughts.

The living room was packed with all the kids, eating chips and drinking soda. They were laughing over something Mike had said, and you smiled at Dustin, seeing him so happy made you warm inside. He had been through a lot- they all had- but seeing them all here, laughing and playing like kids are supposed to do, it made you feel good.

“(Y/N)!” Max yelled, running up to you and giving you a tight hug. El quickly followed her and hugged you as well.

“You two look absolutely gorgeous- new outfits?” You asked, tugging a bit on Max’s new shirt.

“We went to the mall this weekend!” El responded, putting her hands on her hips and posing for you. You laughed at the two girls, happy to see them enjoying things. You had felt a need to protect them, especially, knowing how hard it is for girls at that age.

“Could you teach me how to curl my hair later?” El asked, running her hand through your soft curls.

“Of course, lady. I think you’d look gorgeous!”

Mike had yelled at them to come see something, and they said they’d talk to you later, before running off back to their friends. Nancy and Jonathan were hanging on the couch, watching Will and the kids having the times of their life. You sat down next to her, making small talk with them for a few minutes before Joyce walked into the room.

“Alright, I have to run up to town and pick up the pizzas. Are you guys all good here for a bit?” She asked, keys in hand. She looked at you and Nancy, a look that said ‘If anything happens, I’m blaming you two, since you’re clearly the most responsible ones here besides myself.’

“We’ll take care of them, Joyce. No worries,” you responded, smiling kindly at her, letting her know you wouldn’t let anything happen to anyone. She smiled back, and headed out the door.

“Alright, now the real party starts!” Lucas yelled the minute Joyce closed and locked the door.

“Woah- woah. What are you talking about?” Nancy asked, standing up quickly and putting on her mom voice.

“Oh relax, Nance. Just a friendly game of truth or dare,” Mike responded, raising his eyebrows at the group around you. “And you all have to play, too,” he said, looking at you, Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve, who was now standing behind you.

“No, no. We’re just here to supervise, we’re not playing any games,” Jonathan responded in a stern voice.

“Please!! It’s my birthday!” Will whined, making a fake pouty face to try and get you all to feel bad for him.

“What’s the harm, right? They’re just kids,” Nancy said, putting a hand on Jonathan’s shoulder.

“You shouldn’t trust any of them- they’re evil geniuses. One of them even has super powers!” Steve said jokingly, eyeing El and making her laugh.

“Fine, we’ll play for a bit, but everything stays PG, got it?” You said, crossing your arms and the group and raising your eyebrows. They all nodded in agreement, smiling at each other, happy that you all agreed.

“Okay, first things first, everyone write your name down on a piece of paper and put it in this bowl,” Lucas instructed, pointing to a small blue bowl that was sitting in the center of the coffee table. You all did as you were told, passing around a pen and notepad until every name had been put in the bowl.

“Then, we’ll go around in a circle and pick a name, so it’s not biased. The person you picked gets to give you your truth or dare,” Mike quickly said, shaking the blue bowl around with his hand.

“Sounds easy enough,” Jonathan answered, sitting forward in the couch.

“And once everyone goes, you put the names back in the bowl and start again!”

Everyone nodded in understanding, the older group just wanting to get this over with. You sighed loudly, waiting for someone to start. Steve came and sat next to you, his knee slightly touching yours and you all squished on the couch together. You felt a heat growing as his skin touched yours, wanting so desperately to move away, but feeling physically unable too.

“I’ll start!” Max said, happily, pulling a name out of the hat. She giggled a little when she read the name of the piece of paper. “Lucas!”

“Alright, truth or dare?” He asked, jokingly making faces at her and making her laugh.

“Dare, obviously!”

“Alright...” he said, thinking intently on what to do. He looked over to the kitchen and smiled devilishly. “I dare you to eat a spoonful of mustard!”

“You know I hate mustard, you ass hole!” She crossed her arms and pouted at him.

“Exactly. And you have to do it- a dares a dare!” Lucas looked around for approval from the other guys, who were all nodding in agreement.

“Fine!” She responded angrily, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. She came back a few moments later with a spoon piled high with mustard. The though even made you a little queasy. She looked at Lucas with a smile, before shoving the spoon in her mouth and swallowing.

“Ewwww!” The kids all said in unison, looking away from her as she did it.

“Oh god, it’s so gross. Someone get me water!” She yelled, reaching out around her for a drink. Steve handed her his water bottle, and she chugged it with a disgusted look her face. The kids were laughing in hysterics as she struggled to get the taste out of her mouth.

“You guys are evil!” Steve said, laughing as he shook his head in shock.

“God, I am so going to get you back for that, Sinclair,” Max said, her face still scrunched in disgust.

“Steve, your turn,” Mike said, pushing the bowl towards him.

“Oh god. I am not letting any of you little shits make me eat anything gross, got it? I’m an adult!” He said, pulling a piece of paper out of the bowl. He looked at it and groaned, rolling his eyes. “I’m in for it now. I picked Dustin.”

“Hell yeah!” Dustin said, excitement glowing on his face.

“I’m picking truth, because I especially do not trust you, Henderson!” Steve laughed, sitting back and crossing his arms.

“Oh come on! Don’t be a pussy! It’s Wills birthday, have a little fun for his sake. Pick dare!” Dustin looked at Steve seriously, widening his eyes at him. Steve sighed and shook his head.

“Alright, fine. But be real careful with what you say next, kid,” he laughed.

“Easy. Seven minutes in heaven- you and my sister.”

You looked at Dustin, shock and embarrassment running through you. You felt your cheeks heat up, you knew you were turning a bright red. You looked over at Steve, who was also clearly uncomfortable.

“Absolutely not, we said to keep it PG!” You yelled, crossing your arms and shaking your head at Dustin.

“Yeah, for us! You guys are adults! Don’t act like you haven’t kissed before!” Dustin said back.

“I am not kissing Steve!” You yelled, floored with embarrassment.

“A dare is a dare!” El said, shrugging at you. You looked at her, disappointed that she wasn’t on your side.

“Cmon, lets just do it to please the kids. It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Steve whispered to you, the scent of vanilla chapstick flooding your senses.

“Fine. Dustin, I hope you know I am going to murder you later,” you said, standing up and walking down the hall to the bathroom. Steve followed suit, and you heard the kids giggling as the two of you went off to ‘Heaven’.

Steve came into the bathroom behind you, shutting the door as he did so. You wouldn’t look at him at first, too embarrassed to make eye contact. Finally, he put a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump a little in shock.

“Sorry, just wanted to make sure you’re okay, you seem upset,” Steve said, quickly removing his hand.

“I am. This is ridiculous. I can’t go a day without Dustin shoving the idea of me and you together down my throat,” you muttered, sitting down on the sink counter and crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry. I know it sucks, but he’s just a kid. He doesn’t mean anything by it,” Steve said, pushing his hair out of his face.

“I know, but he doesn’t know about everything that happened between us, and I don’t want him to hate you so I won’t tell him.”

“What happened between us?” Steve asked, laughing a bit awkwardly. He looked genuinely confused, which offended you, because that meant he didn’t remember what he did.

“Are you serious? Seventh grade, you telling Tommy to ask me out in lunch as a joke? That ruined my whole life, Steve.”

“Woah, woah, woah. I didn’t tell Tommy to do anything like that. I didn’t even know about it until it was happening!” Steve responded, clearly upset about the accusations you were making.

“What do you mean Steve? Don’t lie to me! Mark told me it was all your idea!” You pouted at Steve, confused and upset, feeling yourself tearing up as you were recalling the event.

“Mark is a lying sack of shit, (Y/N)! He told you that to save his own ass! It was all him and Tommy- I swear to God!” Steve was defensive, pacing up and down the bathroom in frustration.

“But I told you about having a crush on Tommy, not Mark!”

“Okay, that part was my fault. The thing is, I sort of had a crush on you back then, and Mark knew... but when you told me about Tommy, I got upset and told Mark... but I swear, if I knew he was planning that I would’ve never told him! I didn’t mean to hurt you!” Steve was upset, his face red and his eyes watery as he pleaded for you to believe him.

“You really had a crush on me?” You asked, completely blown away by the fact that he even noticed you back then.

“I kind of always have... I always tried to talk to you in high school but you never gave me the time of day. Now I know why,” he said, sounding defeated and broken. He sat down on the edge of the bathtub, shaking his head and staring at the floor.

“Honestly, Steve... I had no idea. I thought... all this time...” you looked at the man sitting in front of you, falling apart in front of you. You sat down next to him, putting a hand on his, trying to comfort him.

“I’m so sorry... I never meant to hurt you... you didn’t deserve that...” Steve mumbled.

“I’m sorry too, I just believed him and I never let you explain... I’ve been such an ass to you for years for something that wasn’t even your fault!” You started laughing, an uncontrollable giggle that was just rolling through you. For years you had pushed away a sweet, funny, and handsome guy for a lie someone told you when you were 13. Unbelievable.

“Why are you laughing?” Steve said, also starting to laugh himself.

“Because, I just can’t believe this. And it took a dumb game of truth or dare to find this out... I’m just shocked, I guess.” You stood up, wiping tears from your face as you continued to giggle. Steve stood up too, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him. He kissed you, the kind of kiss that he had been waiting for all his life. A kiss that you felt everywhere in your body, his lips moving intricately with yours. And you were right, kissing him was like tasting a vanilla milkshake.

Steve’s hands were locked on your waist, pulling your body closer to him every second. You had wrapped your hands in his hair, the soft locks melting through your fingers. He finally let go of your waist and his hands trailed down to your butt, squeezing slightly. You giggled a bit at his touch, and felt him smile through your kisses.

“Times up- OH SHIT!” You heard your brother yell after he swung open the door. You and Steve quickly jumped away from each other and stared at Dustin. “IT WORKED!” He yelled, running down the hallway to the living room.

“Dustin!” You yelled, running after him. Steve followed close behind.

“They kissed! It worked!” He exclaimed to the group, a proud toothless smile plastered across his young face.

“Finally!” Max said, shaking her head and laughing.

“Was this.... did you guys do all of this just to get me and Steve to talk?” You asked in shock.

“You little shits are unbelievable!” Steve yelled, hands on his hips.

“It worked though... didn’t it? You like her, she likes you... I was right!” Dustin was ecstatic, and you felt yourself blushing again as you looked over to Steve.

“I mean... I guess I do kinda like you...” You avoided his eyes, but he took your hand in his and smiled at you.

“Yeah, I kinda like you, too.” He squeezed your hand tightly, his smile making you melt, thinking about kissing him again.

“But you’re still dead, Dusty, you understand that? I’m going to kill you for real this time!” You laughed, ruffling Dustin’s hair and shaking your head at the kids. As much as Dustin annoyed you, he really did want you to be happy. And he was right on this one.

[suneatersupportsquad]

we hit 1k!!!

apologies for being gone for so long; i’ve been dealing with personal matters and the end of the school year as well as a bunch of my own personal projects. as a celebration, i will try my best to crank out requests! let me know what you want to see! any aus or headcanon requests? dialogue prompts? don’t be afraid to send asks to my inbox! thank you all so much! - peter x

[bucketofcowboys]

top 5 books? :) 🌻💗

To be completely honest...I haven't sat down and read a book in years (that wasn't for a school assignment...) So instead I will give you my top 5 fanfics!! (Be warned...most of these have NSFW in them)

1. Arthurs Journal: The Missing Pages by @azurejewel (RDR2 Tilly Jackson/Arthur Morgan)

This fic is so good! I've been watching her add each chapter onto this story for months and I just love it to death! With each update I get excited and its just so soft!! Would recommend 10/10

2. Paradise City by BarleyAwakeP1g (JJBA, Noriaki Kakyoin/Jotaro Kujo)

This fic has me HOOKED +-+ it's very smutty but also angsty as fuck at the same time. I'm mad that I was left on such a huge cliffhanger...but how the hell can I stay mad with such good writing!

3. not perfect, good by @holdenduckfield (probably one of my favorite Harringrove authors) (Stranger Things, Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove)

So soft and makes me wanna cry ;-;

4. (Doesn't really have a title, but I'll call it) Don't Make Me Wait Forever by @holdenduckfield (Stranger Things, Stever Harrington/Billy Hargrove)

I love it! Not only because I requested it but because its so fucking good! It fits the song so well and it shows how complicated Steve and Billy's relationship is and has to be!

5. Yesterday's Protagonist by @valiantarmor (P5, Goro Akechi/Main Protagonist (aka. Akira))

So good ;-; this was made pre-P5R (I'm assuming...) so the explanation they gave for Akechi coming back is so Cool! I love this fic so much and now I'm going to reread it again.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

summer blush

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader

wc: 1.9K

warnings: nothing, can't remember if there's cursing.

summary: pool days and future dates

A/N: WE DESERVED LIFEGUARD STEVE WHY DID BILLY GET THAT ROLE!!!!!!! but I know we got scoops steve, but still!!!!

masterlist / steve harrington

everyone was at hawkins community pool if they didn’t have one sitting in their backyard. the weather was in the high nineties with a slight breeze to cool you off if you were laying out tanning. the dozens of kids were splashing and squealing in glee, screaming as they played marco polo or sharks and minnows. many parents trusted the lifeguards to do their job so they indulged in their books or gossiping with friends.

the lounger reclined at an angle, one leg bent and the other straight. loose shirt and swim shorts as your attire accessorized with sunglasses and a baseball cap to shade your face from the harsh sunlight as you read your book.

a high-pitched yell of your name drew your attention. tilting the book towards your chest you saw your neighbor lucas rushing your way. his running was put to a stop when a lifeguard blew their whistle and yelled no running. you saw a few other kids a little behind, three boys and two girls. 

“going for a swim, sinclair?” eyes squinting behind your glasses.

he rolled his eyes and pointed towards his swim trunks, “duh. gonna spend the next few hours getting pruney. oh, also my mom wanted me to ask if you were free on the twelfth.”

one of the boys called his name and lucas told him he was coming before turning back to you. “uh, as of right now i’m an open book. does she need a babysitter?”

“yeah. my parents have a date planned so they need someone to watch us.”

you nodded your head, “well i’ll be happy to babysit. just have her call me when you get home. now go have some summer fun, your friends are getting antsy.” the tweens being all dramatic from their spots close by.

lucas waved goodbye before talking with his friends and then they all threw themselves into the chlorine-heavy pool. the two girls were a step behind with shrieks that carried until they were submerged.

you watched their playful fighting for a bit with a gentle smile on your lips. how lucas would dunk his friend with sopping curly hair underwater or the redhead would slap water at the byers kid. the other girl with shoulder-length hair was just walking around the shallow end with an enormous smile.

deciding to turn back to your book, your eyes took a sweep of the crowded pool and they managed to catch a lifeguard chair change. a girl in the uniform-issued red one-piece was climbing down from the high chair as a boy leaned a hand against the legs. the two chatted for a moment before the girl waved goodbye and the boy climbed the steps and settled into the seat.

and when he was in perfect view you were able to make out the person you were ogling. steve harrington. steve harrington, who was dressed in only red swim trunks as he watched over the community pool. now your book doesn't seem so interesting.

you held the book at a normal height and used the book and sunglasses as your undercover ruse as you observed (stared) at steve. how he seemed comfortable in the uncomfortable high chair, one hand fiddling with the whistle that was sitting on his chest as his head moved around to get a full view. his hair looked naturally fluffy and curled, oh man.

you and steve were in the same graduating class but only had a handful of classes together in the four years of high school, and in only two was there conversation. he was more outgoing and friendly with most of the school population, while you had one friend, robin buckley, who stuck to the shadows and books. and even though you hid in the shadows, that harrington charm always shined brightly no matter what. so yeah, you weren’t unaffected by him, you just made sure not to act like an idiot when he was around.

wishing you had the balls to walk up confidently and start an effortless conversation, you just groaned as you leaned your head back and laid the book on your sunscreen thighs. you don’t even know what he likes, not like you could chat about the weather for twenty minutes before it dies out. “so… this weather….” “yeah, pretty warm. brings everyone out of their houses.” that’s so stupid!

you know what, forget about it. push steve from your mind. push lovely steve harrington from your mind and focus back on your fantasy novel. you did set a goal of reading through the stacks of books you’ve bought over the months. you look through your bag and grab your wallet before pushing off the flimsy lounge chair and heading to the vending machine for a snack.

you look at the different selections of chips and press in c7, your second favorite chips dropping down. you pushed the flap open and managed to grab the goods without twisting your wrist. you looked to the concessions booth and debated if you wanted to pay three fifty for a slushy.

“hey.” you heard someone call but you didn’t think they were calling for you since it didn’t sound like any of the younger kids. head tilting side to side in a silent debate before it came again this time followed by your last name.

you felt like an idiot when you looked over your shoulders to find the source but couldn’t so you turned forward again, which caused the mystery person to say your name once again followed by, “it’s steve, dummy.”

that made you turn around real quick with your brows raised and hands sat on your hips, chip bag crinkling. “what’s with the nickname, mr. lifeguard? i’m a customer minding their business.” sarcasm hiding the curiosity of why steve was suddenly calling for you.

he was twisted in the high chair, one knee up and poking through the hole for the armrest with his arms folded on the top and his chin digging into his golden forearms. his sunglasses pushed to his hair showing his face off without obstruction, though his eyes were squinting against the beating sun. he had a smirk to his mouth and, oh your insides melted.

“i am so sorry to be disturbing,” the sarcasm twisted in his words, “but i was wondering if you’d be willing to buy me a cherry slushy. for a fellow mrs. fray senior english class student.”

lips parting in slight shock, “you…you remember me?” body language changing from defense to sheepish. you meant to say those words in your head only, not aloud where he could make fun of you.

his eyes unsquinted just a bit and you were able to see the smirk fall away and genuine confusion settle in. “why wouldn’t i? i sat next to you all year. and what a lovely view to get me through that boring class.” a flirtatious tone singing through the words. 

now you are standing frozen. was he…flirting? was steve flirting with you? when you felt sweaty and didn’t look put together, baggy shirt and hair pushed under a baseball cap. there was no way, right?

“well…i do remember you staring a lot. just thought i was blocking the window view.” trying to flirt, swing and a miss in your head.

steve chuckled. deep and boyish over the volume of the occupants. “nah, view outside wasn’t worth my time.” a cheeky smirk and, oh yeah. he was flirting.

“anyway. would you still be willing to buy that cherry slushy for me? kinda dying of thirst and heat over here.” his body that wasn’t shaded by the umbrella was highlighted bright with the sun. mind traversing to the knowledge he might develop more freckles over his skin and how you wished to chart them like constellations in the night sky.

you looked to the booth and back to steve, working yourself up to try a hand at flirting again. you took four steps closer to the white chair, head tilted up while steve stared down. “would i get anything back in exchange? since, you know, i’m paying with my own money.” hoping he doesn’t say something that billy hargrove wolf whistles at.

steve smiled with his teeth biting into his bottom lip. his head moved just a bit to the side and his eyes squinting a bit harder, you were glad to see his whole face, but you wished to just slide his black sunglasses over his honey-brown eyes. he looked to be debating something for a moment and then he shifted around to climb to the hot cement floor. he stopped just in front of you, right side of his body leaning into the chip painted wood. he was messing around with his red whistle and your skin produced goosebumps from the way his eyes roamed over your face and trailed down your body then back up.

“well, a slushy is only three fifty, so what i’m gonna suggest is overpriced. but if you're willing to spare some change, i would be happy to take you…” he stopped for a moment, almost seeming nervous before he got his confidence back. “…to take you on a date. movie and dinner, all on me.”

you almost dropped your chips and wallet due to the words that left his mouth. “you’re…this is a joke right? some prank?” self-conscious defense going up.

steve pushed himself into an upright position, hands shaking in front of him with urgency on his face and in his words. “what? no, no! i- i genuinely want to- i’ve wanted to ask you for a while!” words rushed and grumbled.

you were shocked for the third time today. steve harrington wanted to take you on a date. and for a while. “really?” the voice is almost meek.

steve rubbed the back of his neck and you weren’t sure if that was sunburn or blush on his cheeks. “yeah…i know i seem…good at getting dates. but when it comes to someone i like…i can get tongue-tied.” fingers messing around with the back of his hair.

you couldn’t help the teasing smile, “oh…steve harrington gets flustered by his crushes? didn’t realize we reverted to middle school.”

he rolled his eyes, but he smiled anyway. “yeah, yeah. now for the third time, can you buy me a slushy? and would you like to go on a date with me? saturday at seven?”

there was a whistle and the call for steve to get back in his chair. he didn’t turn around or anything, he stayed trained on you with pleading eyes and a nervous smile. you didn’t bother keeping the boy waiting any longer, butterflies fluttering in your belly.

“i’ll get you that slushy. and then i’ll tell you my decision. so, best you get back to your job before you get fired.” taking steps backward then turning on the balls of your feet.

you felt his eye on your back the whole time as you ordered and waited for the drinks. with the two in hand along with your chips, you walked to steve already having your mind made up. you held his cherry slushy up high and he grabbed it with a “thank you.” his fingers brushing your knuckles.

“so, yes or no? hurts to keep a guy waiting.” a fake pout to his lips. you took a sip of your icy beverage and then counted to five. “what movie?”

“the goonies. heard from a birdie you’ve been waiting to see that one.” that just solidified your answer. “food before or after? and where?”

steve took his sip and then answered, “whichever and wherever you prefer.” 

you tapped your flip-flop foot and took a few more sips. “seven works. benny’s before and then goonies. maybe milkshakes after. sounds good?”

he smiled down at you, teeth shining in the light and lips turning a bit red. “sounds perfect. can i have your address?”

you began to walk back to your lounge chair, calling over your shoulder, “use the phone book, harrington! very useful information.”

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[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

drunk in love

pairing: steve harrington x female!reader

WC: 2K

warnings: mentions of drinking, little sexual implications. very tame.

summary: steve being drunk and in love

A/N: took the hc from @headkiss​ about glasses steve and just ran with something. most of this i wrote at the gym on the treadmill.

@alecmores​ my editor💕

been in the drafts since may 6

masterlist / steve harrington

it’s been a while since you and steve were able to go out and enjoy yourselves, and when the perfect opportunity presented itself the both of you snatched it up. although right now, as you're slightly buzzed and steve is leaning off of eddie’s shoulder, you know getting him home is gonna be a hassle. eddie and robin weren’t making things better, in fact, they were making it worse. eddie would pull steve’s silver framed glasses away, which added to his blurring vision, and robin would hand him a glass and say, “it’s just water, dingus.” it was not water, in fact, it was a shot of vodka. steve would stick his tongue out with a grimace as his two friends just laughed.

“all right, all right.” you step in, pushing the glass away from steve’s outstretched hands, “i think that’s enough for tonight, big guy,” you say with two pats to his chest.

steve’s eyes were closed as he rolled his head back and hummed. you snatched his glasses back from eddie and tipped his face down to you. you had to wiggle the handles a bit before they sat on his red ears. his eyes blinked a few times, the mindless action looked like a focusing task for him before his warm eyes danced over your face.

“pwetty.” he even giggled a little. he moved away from eddie and wrapped his long and heavy limbs over your shoulders and pulled you into his chest. his cologne was mixed with sweat and hints of alcohol that stained his clothes and spiked his mouth.

“why don’t we get you to bed? how’s that sound?” you had to handle him like a toddler, just a little bit.

he didn’t verbally reply. just the feeling of him nodding his head, nose, and lips brushing your skin. you rubbed along his spine and he seemed to melt further.

you looked to a giggling robin and a watchful eddie who had a smirk painted on his lips. you just glared at the two of them and their childish antics toward your boyfriend.

“hope y’all had fun picking on my boy. you will not be hearing from us for the next few days.” you threw a playful middle finger their way as you left the venue.

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steve was very handsy and clingy when heavily intoxicated. and you didn’t mind the extra love and attention, it’s just a lot when you have to push him away as you're both in the back of a taxi heading to your shared apartment. at first, it would be his arms innocently wrapped around your waist with his head leaning against your shoulder as he groaned. you would scratch his scalp or rub his back and tell him, “we’ll be home soon,” followed by a kiss to his temple. then his sleepiness would be replaced by his hornyness as he would start to place kisses on your free skin and his hands would soon wonder.

“steve…” you kept a firm tone even as he set your pulse thumping. he just hummed, just hummed! like his fingers weren’t crawling further up under your shirt and very close to your bra.

“stevie…” a slight hitch to your voice, “now isn’t the time or place.” there was another kiss just under your jaw before you heard him groan and pull his burning touch away. you heaved a sigh as you looked at the dirty car ceiling.

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moving a man taller, heavier, and more intoxicated than you was always a challenge. well, the first two are always difficult even when sober. but when steve is close to passing out, he suddenly becomes cement and you have to make sure your knees don’t give out.

at this point in the night, you can be seen giving steve a piggyback ride… well, more like steve is leaning his front against your back and he’s dragging his feet. sometimes his glasses get caught in your hair and you groan quietly.

your thankful your apartment building has an elevator cause you would have just made the stairs your bed for the night.

steve rests his back on the wall and it gives your body a break. you turn your head at the dozing-off man-child behind you, with his arms still over your shoulders. his light brown hair that was styled earlier is now curled and tangled from the constant fingers running through them. long lashes flutter over his dark circles from long and rough hours from work and his lips were parted to let air tickle your neck hair. his glasses were slowly sliding down his oily nose bridge.

you didn’t want to, but you had to wake him up again. two taps under his chin and his head jerked up, you worried he would slam it into the wood paneling.

“sorry baby. just a few more steps and you can crash,” you pushed the glasses up and gave a kiss to his nose. a hazy grin was shown.

“your… your the-“  hiccup “- the best.”

you shrugged like you were saying, ‘what can i say?’

once you were on your floor it seemed something gave a bit of pep to steve’s steps as he wasn’t using you to keep him upright and he was the one leading you home. when you got the lock open and the door swung in, it’s like steve set foot in heaven.

“home! oh, sweet home! i’ve missed you so much! my lovely, lovely home.” it always made your heart burst whenever steve called the apartment home. and you remember why he does, it’s a loop even time he says the word.

“cause you and i are together no matter the time of day. when i’m with you it’s home and when we’re at the apartment it’s home, but like extra homey. a place where our love is physical to everyone, even ourselves.”

you ended up jumping onto steve and made out with him for a few hours until you had to start dinner.

steve’s whine of your name snapped the memory away. you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped your lips. he laid on his back with his arms reaching for you as his hands made a grabbing motion like a child asking to be picked up.

you weren’t gonna have him sleep on the floor even if he looked comfortable. so you spread your legs and waddled your feet until his knees were under you. you grabbed his forearms for added stability and tugged with all your might, which was useless. he was a bag of sand.

“stevie,” you huffed as you tried again, “i know… i said you could crash when we got home… but your back is gonna hurt real bad in the morning.”

“honey, i’m already in bed.” steve pouted. you shake your head with an amused grin, “no, you’re not. you’re on the living room floor, which i have to add, needs to be vacuumed.”

steve groaned again. you knew it wasn’t pointed toward you, just his drunk mind doing things. “steve, please don’t make me throw a cup of water at you… again.”

steve huffed, “okay, okay.” his arms dropped like anchors to the floor and he sat up, stopped, then moved to stand. and he stopped again, eyes squeezed shut, and you were really hoping he wasn’t gonna throw up.

“i’m good.” two thumbs up before stumbling towards the bedroom. it was like watching bambi on ice.

you took a detour to the kitchen for a glass of water and some of the cookies steve likes to munch on. then you grabbed some of your doctor-prescribed headache medication. you took a pill quickly in case a headache might creep up on you during the night.

when you walked through the threshold of your shared bedroom, you snorted at the sight. steve was able to kick his sneakers off at the foot of the bed, but the rest of his clothes were another thing. his light wash levi jeans (that make his ass look sooooo good) were pushed down to his knees showing off his white boxers. his shirt was lifted from his torso but covered his face, arms bent. you ogled for a minute before your thoughts ran from you.

“oh, stevie. what am i gonna do with you?” you set your treasure atop the dresser and finished his work.

when you managed to strip him of his shirt you were greeted with a smirk flashing your way. your brows raised slightly at the pull of his lips.

“what?” you leaned close to steve’s face. his head turned. “wanna fool around?” he wiggled his brows drunkenly, very suggestively. you blinked a few times at him. “one, you’re plastered. and two, if we even did have sex, it would only be kissing before you passed out on me.”

“and what a way to sleep.” a deep chuckle from his chest.

you threw his clothes in the hamper as you made quick work of changing as well. “i’m so lucky,” you heard steve mutter behind you, “my wife is the hottest woman alive.”

now if you were walking, you would’ve tripped at the words spewing from steve’s mouth. you did a slow turn and saw steve staring at his hands, not a thought behind his eyes. so you tried not to think hard about steve calling you his wife. even though it’s already pinballing everywhere with dreams of a future married together. oh, how you wish you could release a squeal of ever-loving joy.

doing your nighttime routine just put you on autopilot. from feeling floaty and warm to just wanting to fall asleep in your cozy bed with your personal space heater. as you brushed your teeth, you went to check on steve again and made sure he was breathing. he managed to pull himself under the covers, the blanket tucked all the way to his chin. but he still had his glasses on, you don’t know how he doesn’t feel them seeing as he’s on his side with his head towards your spot on the bed.

doing a double check of the locks on the door and windows and seeing everything was secure, you flicked the lights out and walked in the dark. the small night light on your nightstand gave a faint pale yellow glow that illuminated steve’s peaceful face. you could see a small bit of his chest moving with each steady breath he took, and his lips separated. he had one arm tucked under his pillow while the other was stretched to your side, his palm flat on the cover and his fingers would twitch every few seconds.

you set a knee on the mattress and lean forward slowly hoping not to wake him, which is easy or hard, depending on the situation. with nimble fingers, you grab his wired frames, and gently and slowly you pulled them away from his face. his face scrunched a bit, specifically his nose and you swooped in for a peck. steve hummed and his hand moved again and made contact with your knee.

“honey, cuddle me.” said like a command but was in the tone of a whine. but you wouldn’t deprive your best boy of cuddles, or yourself of cuddles.

so, you set his glasses down and slide into his waiting arm. steve automatically threw the limb over your waist as you got yourself comfortable. a good night kiss to his forehead before you let your head hit the pillow and wrapped your own arms around steve to pull him closer. one more kiss to the middle of his throat. and another to his collarbone. and the very last to his shoulder.

“one more,” he grumbled. you moved your head back and saw he was pouting his lips. a proper good night kiss as steve always says.

so you pressed your lips to his, deciding he could use a bit more than a lightning-fast peck. and when you pulled back he had a dreamy smile and pulled you even closer to his chest.

“i’m gonna marry you one day.” he whispered to your hair before giving light snores. and you closed your eyes with a gigantic smile as you dreamed of that special day when you marry the boy you love with your whole being.

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