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First of six lil' nuggets

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New theme?!? I think I’m coming back????

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Hey guys sorry I haven’t been posting alot I just don’t have time or the strength to be making moodboards, I’ll try to at least post a couple during this month <3

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You guys, I need mood board ideas/requests😭

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Peak intimacy is that soft spoken “look at me” or “hey” or “what’s wrong” with a chin tilt… I would personally not hesitate to pass out 🫣

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Steve teaching reader how to play billiards

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Warnings: none :)

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“This is how you hold it” Steve said to you. He took your hands and adjusted them to the stick to hold them properly. “And you need to keep your arm straight, and move only your wrist. Like this.” He showed you how to position your wrist when hitting the ball.

“This is all too confusing.” You replied as you tried to hold the stick but he kept adjusting your hands. You had told him you weren’t interested in playing this game yet he somehow managed to convince you that he’d teach you it.

“It really isn’t that hard!” he countered back, he kept your hands in place so they would be in the right spot. “All you have to do is follow what I’m doing” He hit the ball again, a clean shot as he smiled at you.

“Come on, just try it”

And you did. You hit the ball like he showed you, yet he still said it was somehow wrong.

“No no no.” He groaned. “You’ve got it all wrong, you’ve got to hit it with the proper angle.”

“Steven I am holding the stick like you showed me and hit it!” You replied frustratedly, beginning to hate this game.

“Yes yes-but you gotta aim it more downwards. Hit it with more power”

He hit the ball himself with his large hands over yours, the ball sliding across the table then hitting off the corner before slowly falling into the pocket.

“See? All you gotta do is just hit it harder” he shrugged.

You sighed trying again without Steve’s help and finally doing better shot after shot and by the end of the night you had finally been able to play a couple beginner rounds with him and winning twice. Although you knew that he played not as hard as he would’ve with others and giving you an ‘easy go”, he denied the fact with a soft smile towards you, as you continued the rounds starting to slightly like the game.

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steve is such a “honey” type of guy. if there’s one thing he’s gonna do he’s gonna call you honey.

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*= mood board + blurb

masterlist :

•strawberry picking date

•pizza date night*

•Christmas date night*

•watching fireworks together

•spending the day at Scoops Ahoy! with Steve*

•family video shift

•spending the day at lovers lake/skull rock*

•boxer!steve - cleaning up his wounds*

•Steve teaching reader how to play billiards*

More coming soon :)

Requests opened!

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Boxer!steve x reader

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Warnings: mention of blood, if I’ve missed anything let me know!

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Like per usual Steve was sitting on your kitchen counter having his busted lip, cheek, brow, and nose cleaned up. Having the same conversation about why he liked boxing each time he was bruised, yet you never fully understood why. You stood in between his legs delicately cleaning the dry blood off his face.

“how do you seriously like boxing as a job? It’s something I just don’t get.”

You murmured under your breath, pushing one of his loose strands of hair away from his face. He winced as you began dabbing the damp cloth at his busted nose.

“Well, I like money and I like the fighting.” He shrugged.

“Okay, I get the money but you like beating the shit out of people?” You asked curiously while checking to see if his nose would need stitches.

Steve laughed which mostly came out as a soft, pained sound.

“Only those dicks who deserve it. Boxing is a sport, you know? One with rules. It’s not some barbaric blood sport where we’re trying to knock each other’s heads off.”

“It sounds exactly like that.” You replied as you added the butterfly strips across the wound on his nose.

“you’re lucky you don’t need stitches, think it should heal with just these on.”

“Thanks nurse.” He replied in a teasing tone, his signature cheesy grin plastered on his face which could only make you playfully roll your eyes in response. <3

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NAVIGATION!!

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hi! i make mood boards for all the Steve Harrington lovers out there! I will sometimes add a short blurb or story underneath them!

my requests are open for any blurb ideas or mood board ideas, if you’d like a blurb with it please mention about a blurb being included <3

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main masterlist:

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Steve x reader spending the day at lovers lake/skull rock

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he’s holding your hand the whole way you guys walk <3 sneaking kisses onto your knuckles <3 linking arms <3 stopping in a field and making a daisy chain <3 before finally stopping at the lake to watch the sunset <3

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this is for the girlies (or anyone) that sometimes forget to eat or drink for a while until they feel really sick, and need a personal stevie to force feed them sandwiches.

robin and eds had just left steve’s house, leaving you both there alone. and once you told them goodbye you were hit with a wave of nausea, along with a crippling headache. you staggered into steves kitchen whilst he was cleaning up the board game in the living room and leaned over the sink. trying to breathe deeply in the hopes it would make you feel less like you were going to pass out. steve came in, and was going to pick you up and spin you in his arms when he saw your position.

“baby, whats wrong? you okay? what happened?” he asked, worry lacing his voice.

you turn around to answer him, but you don’t feel like you are able to form words. thankfully, steve can tell enough by how pale you look, like all the color has drained from your body.

“jesus christ baby, woah, sit-sit down” he said, picking you up and placing you onto the kitchen island.

your head felt heavier now, and you slumped over onto his shoulder. he attempted to ask you more questions, to which he only received a whimper from you. he needed to get you water but he couldn’t leave you unsupported, so he carried you into the living room and lowered you onto the couch.

“ill be right back, babydoll.” he said, mostly to himself before he performed the quickest water-run known to man. coming back and propping you up slightly and putting the straw you your lips, “drink.”

you did as you were told, and after sucking on the straw and lazily staring at him until the entire glass was empty, you took a deep breath.

“what the hell was that, baby? what happened?” he asked softly.

“i dunno, jus’ don’ feel good” you replied.

“yeah? what have you eaten today?” he asked.

you stared at him as you recalled your day. and slowly he watched your eyes turn from contemplation to guilt.

“baby,” he warned, “what have you eaten today.”

you sunk into the sofa behind you.

“i forgot, stevie.” you frowned at him, and he sighed.

“have you had any water?”

“you just gave me some!”

“i mean before that, doofus.”

you shook your head no, pouting moodily at him and lying back onto the couch. you felt tears well up in your eyes, everything seemed to be much bigger than it was. you were very embarrassed; and in your hungry, dehydrated brain, steve was very disappointed in you, and could not believe his girlfriend was so stupid as to forget to eat or drink. this was obviously very much not the case, and steve did not think that about you. as the flood came, you attempted to hide it, but he tool your hands and began soothing you instantly.

“hey, hey, look, its okay. you’re okay. shh.” he brushed the sweaty hair out of your face, “need you to lie down while I get you somethin’ to eat, okay? youre probably tired too, honey.”

you nodded tearily, and let him lie you back down. he went into the kitchen and made you a nice toasted sandwich just the way you like it, with a glass of water and a coke. he came back and sat next to you, giving you the food and setting the drinks onto the coffee table. you ate quickly, and were more than halfway through your sandwich when you looked up at him and realized how much better you felt. he raised his eyebrows at you, and you giggled.

“you feel better?” he asked. which only reduced you into a fit of more giggles. he shook his head and pulled you into his lap, whispering into your ear, “you drive me crazy, lady.” he laughed. “your hangry-ness needs to be psychologically evaluated.”

you stuck your tongue out at him and finished your meal before turning back around to him and wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your noses together.

“i’m sorry, thank you stevie.” you said, and kissed him softly.

“it’s okay lovey,” he took your hand into his, “no big deal, just gotta remember to eat, goofball.” he replied.

“why’d i do that when i have a perfectly good personal chef and doctor here?” you said, receiving an eye roll.

“alright sleeping beauty, lets get you a nap. and then all your needs will be full.” he said, taking your hand and guiding you into hie bedroom.

“well… not all of them.”

you received yet another eye roll, but this time it was accompanied by a deep scarlet blush.

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quality time - s.h.

summary: steve has some quality time with his newborn wc: 1.1k warnings: descriptions of steve's scars, dad!steve & mom!reader a/n: so i'm pretty sure this was originally a request from an anon literally forever ago, but i cannot for the life of me find the ask, i'm so so sorry! it's been a while since i've posted, so just a lil something for y'all. hope you enjoy! <3

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“You wanna hold him again, love?” you ask your husband in a murmur, barely able to pull your gaze up from your newborn. He’s tiny and perfect, and you just can’t get enough of him, even after a couple of hours. 

Steve’s perched next to you on the bed, one strong arm around your body. His thumb traces short, gentle lines over the hill of your shoulder, nose pressing against your temple as he gazes down at your son, “Mhm, yeah, if—“

“You better not be saying ‘if it’s okay with me’, he’s your son, too, Steve. Here, you take him,” you elbow him gently, knowing exactly what he’s thinking. It’s adorable, but totally not necessary. 

His cheeks flame red as he carefully takes the bundle of blankets from you, sheepish as he mumbles, “That’s not what I was gonna say—“

“Save it, baby, I know you better than that.”

He huffs but doesn’t say anything, immediately drawn to his baby boy in his arms instead. He looks like a mini version of you, your nose and eyes that he loves so much; it makes his heart grow ten times bigger. He does have a full head of hair that’s definitely the Harrington gene, though. And maybe he has Steve’s lips, too. 

Steve pulls his arms up, pressing a kiss to his head gently before he moves towards the chair in the corner of the room that he’s claimed as his. Just as he’s about to settle into the chair, a nurse enters the room to check on everyone. She smiles at the sight of your baby boy in Steve’s arms and says, “You know, there’s a lot of benefits of doing skin-to-skin with your newborn. Especially for dad and baby. Helps to regulate baby, and is great for bonding with your baby. Wanna give it a try?”

You expect Steve to say no. Not that he doesn’t care or doesn’t want to, but you can count the number of times you’ve seen him with his shirt off in public on one hand. After his time in the upside down, he’s marred with scars. Deep ones that eat into his sides and pucker his skin, that are rough and not pleasant to look at. The first time he’d gotten up the courage to take off his shirt at the pool, scars still fresh and pink, he’d gotten incredulous looks and nasty stares. He’d quickly learned that it was better to keep his clothes on to keep the questions to a minimum. He wasn’t ashamed, it was just easier that way. The only times Steve took his shirt off in public was if it was around people who knew what had happened, and even then, sometimes he didn’t want to. The scars were a reminder of all the shit they’d been through, and sometimes it was easier to pretend they didn’t exist. 

So, to say you’re surprised when Steve immediately agrees is an understatement. You watch in shock — and admiration — as Steve hands your son back to you for a moment so he can pull his shirt over his head. In fact, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him remove his shirt so quickly, even after all your years together. The bite-shaped scars, though not as prominent as they once were, are on full display, still slightly pink and raised against his tan skin. If the nurse notices, she doesn’t say anything; she only smiles, suppressing a laugh as Steve trades you his shirt for your son. 

He takes him carefully, as if your son is made of glass and could break at any moment. He handles him so delicately it makes your heart burst, and you cradle Steve’s shirt to your own chest. Steve finally sits down, placing his little boy in his lap so he can unwrap the blankets and get him out of his tiny onesie. It’s so small that it nearly makes you cry, even more so as you watch your husband lift your son back up and lay him against his chest once the onesie has been set aside. 

He pauses for a moment, not quite comfortable in the chair yet, eyes flicking to the nurse in the corner of the room as he asks, “It’s not— he’s not gonna be too cold, right?”

“Not at all! Skin to skin is actually great for regulating a baby’s body temperature. He’ll be just fine.”

Steve considers what she’s saying and then nods, finally leaning back into his chair, holding your boy to his chest, “Yeah. Okay, yeah, that’s good.” For someone who had been almost as terrified about being a dad as he was excited, he’s taking to it quickly, just like you knew he would. You knew his insecurities had more to do with his parents than his own ability to be a parent, and so far, he’s already proving himself wrong. 

The newborn scrunch is in full effect, your son’s tiny limbs tucked mostly underneath his body against Steve’s chest. He looks content, and you honestly can’t blame him — Steve’s chest is also one of your favorite places to be. Your husband looks just as content; one hand covering the entirety of your son’s back, fingers behind his head for support, the other hand on his small, diaper-covered bum to keep him in place. Steve’s eyes flutter closed after a few moments, settling back into the chair comfortably.

There’s a Polaroid camera sitting on the bedside table next to you, and you reach for it so you can take a picture. You want to remember this. Not only for the sweet moment, but also for Steve’s clear and immediate love for his little boy. The noise of the camera is a lot louder than you anticipated, and Steve cracks one eye open, sending you the best fake glare he can muster with just one eye. It’s ridiculous and it makes you laugh behind your hand, not wanting to wake your sleeping baby. You murmur a half-hearted apology as the picture prints, not really meaning it. 

Steve snorts his own laugh, his chest moving enough for your little boy to grunt quietly in protest, shifting his position against Steve. Quick to soothe, Steve pats at his tiny back gently, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “I know, I know, I’m sorry, sweetheart. Mama’s interrupting our quality time, huh? She had nine whole months with you, and she just has to interrupt us.” 

“Steve,” you giggle, shaking your head as you hold up the now developed picture, “I was trying to capture the moment!”

“Shhh, we’re bonding!”

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Changed my user guys, used to be foolpr00f!!!!

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Steve x reader working together at a family video shift

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requested by @sadiesinkswife

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Steve x reader spending the day together at Scoops Ahoy

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Steve would just give you free ice cream all day til you got a brain freeze for the fourth time and didn’t want to see ice cream for another year <3

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Steve x reader watching the fireworks together on bonfire night

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