#i wonder if steve will get beat up this season as well | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

str4ngerthingshavehappenedhere · 2 months

Text

Patched up

Masterlist

Summary: You're surprised by a bruised sailor and tasked to patch him up. Warnings: Mentions of blood and Steve Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader A/N: I have returned! Missed you guys and I hope you enjoy the new fic!

This fic is set after season 3's finale. I did a similar fic prompt last year but I wanted to change reader and Steve's dynamic.

P/N is pet name 😁

Dustin looked at you with pleading eyes as did the rest of the group. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers as you stepped aside so they could drag the bloodied sailor into your living room and, not so gently, throw hm upright onto the sofa.

You weren’t annoyed that they brought him here. At this point this was a regular summer experience. Once it was mentioned that you had first aid training and parents who were both doctors, suddenly in the eyes of Steve and the ragtag group of youths, you were a god at anything medical. After finding out about all crazy things that were happening in Hawkins, the group decided you were the perfect alternative to showing up at the hospital and having to make excuses for why their adult friend was covered in injuries, again.

You were worried about Steve. The number of times that he had shown up to your house after getting himself into another insane situation is becoming almost too common. From the day he showed up covered in injuries after Byers beat him up, something to this day Steve will deny ever happened and that he totally won that fight.

“What the hell happened?” You stared down with concern at Steve who was slumped over.

“Mindflayer.” Lucas replied.

“Mind-a-what now?” You shook your head, realizing you were getting off topic. “Never mind. Guys he needs an actual doctor. These injuries are way worse than the usual fix ups I do for him.”

“He asked us to bring him here Y/N. He wanted you to fix him up.” Dustin looked at you with puppy dog eyes. Steve had taught him well.

You let out another sigh “Fine. You guys must all be exhausted, go home. I’ll take care of Steve, okay?” Dustin looked over at Steve with a worried expression.

You place your hand on top of Dustin head, ruffling his hair lightly that, as always, is under one of his many hats.

“Dustin, he’ll be okay. When have I ever let you down with this stuff?”

“Never.”

“Eeeexactly.” You smiled “I’ll make sure he’s looking brand new by tomorrow, okay?” Dustin gave a toothless grin in response.

“Now seriously, get your butt’s home before your parents get worried.”

“Good luck, Y/N!” Dustin yelled as he walked out of the front door, the rest of the group following close behind.

“I got this, don’t worry!” You reply, watching as the chaos crew entered the back of Steves car. You were wondering who managed to drive them all here before clocking the identical sailor outfit to Steves.

Robin Buckley sat in the driver’s seat, waving at you as the last of the group climbed into the vehicle and shut the back door of Steve's car.

You weren’t close with Robin in the beginning since you only occasionally past her in the halls at Hawkins high, but ever since she began scooping ice cream with Steve, and would join in on your playful bullying of Steve when you'd visit him at work, did you both grow closer as friends.

You walk over to the car and lean down so your eye to eye with Robin.

“Since when did you learn to drive?” You asked.

“Since never. All the towns’ police are kind of occupied by the mall fire, so I’m making the most of it” You let out a giggle in response.

“Steve taught me the basics in the mall car park once time, so I think I’ve got it.”

“She stalled the car multiple times on the way over here”.

Robin turned around to look at the culprit. “Do you want to walk home?” You laughed as Dustin slowly sunk back into his seat; hands raised in surrender “I’ll shut up”.

“Alright guys, get home safe.” you smiled, tapping the top of the car as you stood up.

“What? with Robin driving?”

“Last chance Dustybun, or I’m making you walk”. Robin mocked him in response, turning the ignition and starting the car engine.

“Sorry, sorry last time promise”

You walked back to the house, giggling over the bickering group as they, with a little bit of difficulty, drove away. Once the car was out of your sight you entered your home and shut the door, locking it behind you.

You walk towards the couch, crouching down so you are facing eye level with Steve. You reach your hand out and gently remove a strand of hair that was covering his face. You smile softly at his sleeping form. Even though he was all bruised and bloody this was probably the most relaxed you had seen him in a while.

“Even when you’re a bloody mess you still look pretty.”

“That’s so sweet.” You jumped lightly as Steve chuckled, trying to sit up. All was in vain as his laugh was replaced with a groan. He held his left side as you sat next to him, pulling him gently by his uniform shirt so he was leaning against you. You rest his head on your shoulder, both sitting in complete silence. A few minutes pass before you decide to speak.

“I know this might sound like a dumb question but. Are you okay?”

Steve chuckled before immediately groaning again, leaning more into you to ease the pain on his side.

“Just peachy, Y/N” He replied in his usual light-hearted sarcastic tone.

“Shut up you dingbat.” You giggled, maneuvering Steve around so you could wrap his arm around your shoulder and your arm around his waist, lifting him off the couch.

“That’s a new one. That’s definitely an upgrade from ‘dingus’”.

“Come on.” You grunt slightly as you take Steve’s whole weight against you. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.” You both began the impending journey up the stairs to your en suite bathroom to patch the floofy haired boy up.

✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✮✭✮✮✭✮✮✭✮

Once you both reach your en suite bathroom you, as gently as you can, lower Steve onto the edge of the bath, reaching over him to turn on the shower. You fail to notice his face go red as your chest was currently inches from his face. Once you manage to turn on the shower you lean back, hearing Steve let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Thanks again for patching me up Y/N.” your back is to Steve, smiling like an idiot as you open the medicine cabinet above the bathroom sink, completely forgetting there is a mirror and Steve had a clear view of how happy that made you. He smiled to himself; head lowered slightly.

There was a moment of silence as you began collecting what you need from the medicine cabinet. Once you had everything you begin to close the door but pause briefly. A brief sigh exits your lips.

“As much as I love spending time with you, I wish it was under better circumstances.”

Steve looked at you confused.

“What do you mean?”

You shut the cabinet door, placing the bandages and other first aid items on the edge of the sink. Your back still turned to Steve.

“I hate seeing you hurt. Prefer it when you’re not covered in bruises. I mean-” You turned around to face him. He’s looking at you from where he is now stood, the same puppy dog eyed look he always gives you when he wants you to stop being mad at him for something.

You lift your hand up to rest against his cheek but stop yourself, briefly hovering over his cheek. He catches your hand before you have a chance to, pressing your hand against his cheek. He leans into it, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Look at you Steve. This keeps happening after every summer and I’m terrified there will be a time that you don’t make it to me in time. That there’s a day you are really badly injured and I’m not there to fix it.”

“You don’t have to worry about that Y/N. I’d never leave you”.

“You can’t promise that”.

“But I can try. I promise I’ll at least try to be more careful, okay?” He moves your hand from his face, holding it in his own as he raises his other hand to caress your cheek softly. You sigh as you relax into him.

“We need to get you fixed up”.

“Gimmie a second. I’m happy like this”

“You’re going to be the death of me, Harrington”.

There's a pause as you enjoy each other’s touch. You pull your hand away after a while and place your hand on Steve's shoulders, gently pushing him to sit back on the edge of the bath. He had a sad look on his face that you wanted to kiss away. You shook off that feeling and turned back to the sink, picking up some cotton balls that you soaked in disinfected. You turned back to Steve and stepped towards him, lifting his head up with your free hand.

“This is gonna sting a little, okay?” He nods in acceptance as you tilt his head a little higher, gently pressing the cotton ball to the cut on his lip. He hisses under his breath, and you pull the cotton ball away quickly, apologizing as he shakes his head.

“It’s okay Y/N. Thank you for taking care of me.” He lifts his hands to your hips, pulling you closer to him as he opens his legs and allowing you to slot in between them.

His hands never leave your hips as they hold you in place, his thumbs gently caressing the bit of exposed skin above your pyjama pants. You felt like all the air in your body had escaped. You try to shake it off and continue to gently apply the disinfectant to the cuts and bruises on his skin, apologising every time he looked the slighted bit in pain.

“Do you like Robin?” You didn’t even realize it was said until it left your lips. You didn’t even think it was on your mind at this moment in time, but it must have been eating away at you ever since Robin talked about Steve giving her driving lessons in the mall parking lot. They’re always together and as much as you love Robin, you hate the thought of them turning around one day and telling you they’re an item. You don’t think you could bare it.

Steve looked at you with nothing but pure confusion.

“Where did that come from?”

“Nothing just forget I said anything” You mutter under your breath, now starting to wipe away the blood from Steve’s face.

Steve pulled you closer, removing any space left between you, his hands still placed gently against your hips.

“Tell me, Y/n” He whispered, looking up at you again with those big brown eyes. You looked anywhere except his eyes, If you did you genuinely think it would kill you.

“I just-” you take a deep breath, thinking about how to word it without screaming the face you were in love with him.

“You guys are together a lot, and I noticed you’re a lot closer to each other lately. I just wanted to know, I guess.”

“How would you feel if we were?” Your heart felt like it sunk into your stomach.

“I’d hate it, Steve.” You had finished cleaning up his wounds a few minutes ago, you just couldn’t bare to step away from him. You wanted to make this moment last as long as you could. You lowered the cloth from his face, finally looking him in the eyes.

He slowly stood up, hands moving up to rest against your face, caressing your cheeks. He gently rests his forehead against yours.

“Why would you hate it, Y/n?” There's a long pause, unable to say what you need to say.

He nudges his nose against yours.

“Please tell me.” He whispers, lips only inches away from yours. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, leaning into his touch.

“I really like you Ste-” His lips smash against yours before you had a chance to finish your sentence.

“I like you Y/N” He whispered before kissing you again.

“I like you so much.” You smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss lasts what feels like eternity before Steve releases a hiss, both of you forgetting about the cut on his lip.

“Sorry, Stevie.” You caress the skin just under the cut and Steve looks at you with nothing but pure love and adoration.

“Totally worth it, P/N.” Your heart fluttered at the new nickname as did his at yours.

You step away slightly from his embrace, his lips form into a pout from the lack of your touch. You take his hand and lead him back to your bedroom.

You let go of his hand briefly to rummage through your dresser draws, revealing a shirt and shorts he had left from the last time he had stayed over.

He accepted the clothes with a smile, practically glowing with joy that this was finally happening, that you were finally his.

“Go take a shower then we can continue where we left off” You had never seen Steve move faster in your life. You giggled as he shut the door behind him. You turned around to find another shirt for yourself, realizing a bit of Steve's blood had ended up on your shirt. The door opened again briefly, revealing a shirtless Steve. Your face turned bright red as he laughed.

“Wanna join me?” You threw the shirt you had in your hand at the door, Steve managing to close the door before the shirt hit him.

“Worth a shot!” You hear behind the bathroom door, making you giggle once again, walking over to retrieve your shirt and changing before removing the blanket and settling into bed.

You lay facing away from the bathroom door, feeling sleep dawn over you as it was getting late. Before you had a chance to fully drift asleep you hear the bathroom door open and suddenly feel the full weight of Steve as he jumps onto the bed and proceeds to rub his wet hair across your face, neck and chest.

“Ewwww, get off!” You said through fits of laughter as you push him back. He stops and lifts his head with a chuckle, his body now hovering over yours, hands resting either side of your head as he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

“Let me take you out on a date tomorrow.” You looked at him with slight confusion.

“What, like a date?” He leans forward, kissing your forehead with a smile on his face.

“That’s normally what couples do.”

“Were a couple now?”

“Well after what we did in the bathroom id hope so”.

“You make it sound like we fornicated or something”.

“Fornicated? What are you 60 or something? Who uses that word for sex” he says through laughter before his face comes into contact with a pillow.

He rolls onto his back, continuing his chuckling and you pretend to get out of bed. You immediately feel Steve pull you back flush against his chest, his face pressed into your neck.

“Don’t go, please”. He said with the slightest bit of desperation. You giggle once more, rotating your body so you’re facing him, placing a gentle kiss against his cheek.

“Wanna continue where we left of in the bathroom?”

“What, the fornication?”

“I swear I will leave”.

“Okay, okay I’m sorry.” He stops chuckling and simply looks at you once again with nothing but complete adoration.

“I really want to go on a date with you by the way.”

“I know, P/N” He whispers against your lips, kissing you once again.

“And I really want us to be a couple” Steve smiles against your lips, pulling you impossibly closer and deepening the kiss.

#steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #stranger things imagine #steve harrington masterlist #fluff #stranger things fanfic

191 notes · View notes

musings-of-a-college-dork · 9 months

Text

Oh, Pretty Woman...

Steve Harrington x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Word count: roughly 5.5K

Y/N Henderson has been away from Hawkins for a while…but she’s come home only to realize her long held feelings for Steve Harrington. So when he invites her over for their usual dinner making hang out, things play out a bit differently than usual.

Warnings: NSFW (mdni), terms of endearment, fluffy Steve, slight season 3 spoiler (Robin has a partner), one OC (Jude), very fluffy smut, watching of Pretty Woman, not proof read.

Author’s note: Ok this has been a long time coming BUT I wanted to make sure it was everything I wanted it to be before posting! Enjoy some very fluffy Steve smut!

Y/N had been pacing back and forth all afternoon. She was overthinking this. She was totally overthinking this.

“It’s just movie night and dinner,” she said aloud as she help up her outfit options, “Like you used to do…Stop being so…ugh.” Finally, she realized there was only one thing to fix this. She walked over, picked up her phone, and dialed the number she knew by heart.

“Hello, this is Jude?”

“Hey, it’s Y/N,” Y/N said as she flopped down onto her bed, knowing they would set her straight if she was spinning out about this and not seeing it for what it was.

“Holy shit what’s wrong?” They sat on their bed, hearing their friend’s heart beat practically echo through the phone.

“Nothing ... .ok um…” Y/N tried to think of how to start this, “You know Steve and I make dinner together whenever I’m visiting town?”

“Oh my god,” Jude sat back on their bed. “Yes? Are you seeing him?” Jude’s brows were raised as Robin came in to water the plants in their bedroom. “Seeing Steve I mean.” They whispered to no avail, because Robin heard everything.

“Steve?” She asked. Jude motioned for them to be quiet.

“Oh god is Robin there?” Y/N asked as she could hear another voice, wanting to crawl up in a hole because if Robin knew she was overreacting she was totally gonna tell Steve.

“Hang on,” They tried to comfort Y/N. “Robin, honey, I need a moment.”

“No, no it’s fine as long as she swears not to mention this to Steve, ever,” Y/N said, emphasis on the ever.

“No,” Jude said. “Robin, you know I love you. But I need a moment with my sister.” Robin nodded, ruffling Jude’s hair as she walked out of their tiny bedroom, closing the door. “Tell me.”

“Ok so Steve invited me over to do like dinner and stuff which we do a lot when I’m home since he can’t cook, well he couldn’t cook when we started,” Y/N rambled, “He’s actually really good now when he tries-”

“Okay Y/N, sweetie, get to the meat.” Jude was waiting with baited breath to hear what she said.

“I’m nervous,” Y/N finally admitted, “To go over. I’m nervous.”

“And….is this… a new thing? You said you’ve been going over for a while now.”

“Yeah the nerves are new,” Y/N said with a sigh as she moved to look at the outfits she had been deciding between, “I mean it’s the first time we’ve hung out in a while and…I wasn’t nervous then but I am now. I mean, Jude, I’ve been through every outfit in my closet, I’ve showered and like an everything shower, and….ugh!”

“Oh god, an everything shower?” Their tone, usually mocking, was warm. “Well…are you planning…well let me rephrase. Do you want something to happen tonight?”

“What?” Y/N asked, the thought suddenly coming to her mind, “I…oh my god…I….”

“Do you?”

“Yes,” Y/N said honestly, “I…I really hadn’t thought about it because I was so busy with stuff,” a lie, Y/N had thought about Steve every day, “but…it would explain a lot of things.”

“THINGS??” Jude sat up. “HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?? THINGS??”

“I mean,” she thought for a second before going, “I don’t know! I mean I’ve always thought Steve was handsome, he’s a good looking dude, everyone thinks Steve is handsome. And like sure there have been little moments where I wondered, what if, but I…I never really thought about liking him in that way but…then we were making dinner for the first time and he got that little smile and…and I fell for him. Deep and hard and- well not like that! But I just…I’m smitten Jude!”

“I mean he has been a rock for you after everything,” Jude nodded totally following, “And he’s a good guy. He’s funny and awkward and charming and he…definitely cares for you. You two danced and-”

“But what if he’s changed his mind?” Y/N asked as she flopped down on the bed, “What if I go over there and he’s totally moved on and doesn’t feel the same way and now it’s like starting over from scratch or worse, what if he just wants to be friends and I have to bury it all down again?! Maybe he doesn’t feel that way and maybe he…I mean…I like him so much and I have since…jesus the seventh grade? On and off and…Jude what do I do?”

“Oh Y/N,” Their voice consoling, for once no mockery. “You gotta go for it. You gotta. You have something special with him whether it’s romantic or not. And look at Robin and his friendship. They are still super close even after he confessed his feelings. He’ll always be there for you.” Relief did wash through Y/N in this moment only to be replaced by a new kind of trepidation.

“Then what do I wear?” Jude cackled at their friend’s nervousness, finally indulging.

“What are your options?” Jude said through laughter.

The drive there was also easy with the radio on blast. Even the way up to Steve’s apartment was easy…it was knocking on the door that was hard. But she did it. And then she waited.

Steve jumped and blew out the candle he lit. It’s not like that. Well maybe it’s like that. But remember what you’ve practiced. Follow her lead. See where she's at and make sure she feels the same still. He jumped to get the door, swinging the towel over his shoulder before opening the door.

“Hey,” His jaw hung open slightly, seeing Y/N. Why the fuck did I blow out that candle? “You look beautiful.” Fuck that was way too forward. Can’t take it back now. He scratched the back of his head before backing up and letting her in.

“Thank you,” She said, her voice so much shakier than she wanted it to be as she struggled to meet his gaze. She came in and kicked her shoes off as she always did out of respect. The lights had been dimmed significantly and there was already something cooking, as the room smelled of rich vivacious flavor.

“Steve that smells incredible!” Y/N said as Steve shut the door, “What are you making?”

“ I just made Penne Rosa,” He shrugged it off like it was the most casual thing in the world. Y/N just turned and looked at him, narrowing her eyes.

“I leave for what…three months and suddenly you’ve gone world class chef on me?” She teased with a smirk, “Steve, there will be no point to me coming over if you can suddenly cook better than I can! Jeez.”

“Hey now Y/N, just accept that I am officially allowed to be better than you at something,” He grabbed the spoon and offered her a taste. Y/N was far too excited for a taste as she followed him into the kitchen. Steve dipped the spoon into the sauce, got a bit, and without thinking much about it blew on the spoon to make sure it wouldn’t be too hot before passing it over to her. Y/N beamed as she took the spoon and popped it into her mouth letting out a hum in reply.

“Oh my god that’s so good,” she praised.

“You like it?” He beamed. “ I can relax now.”

“Like it? Steve that is the best sauce I have had maybe ever,” she said with a little sigh, “Oh that’s so good, wow.” He watched her enjoy it, before having to distract himself with his sauce.

“The bread I got from a bakery because I didn’t have time to bake any. If you could cut some into slices that would be wonderful.”

“Of course,” she beamed, happy for a task to do as she pulled the bread knife from his drawer where she knew it would be, “So…have you been seeing anyone?” Steve dropped his spoon, splattering sauce on the ground.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” He exclaimed, immediately getting down to wipe his mess. “Uh, no. No I haven’t been. You?”

“No,” Y/N said as she passed him a paper towel, “I um…I haven’t been either.”

“Oh,” Steve stood up and slung his towel over his shoulder, watching her back as she intently cut the bread. “Huh.” He went back to his sauce, stirring for a minute before finally giving in.

“So,” Y/N turned to look at him again, facing him fully this time, trying to break the tension she had somewhat created though she was thankful for the relief that he was still single, “What else is new?”

“Same old, same old”. He turned off the burden, allowing the sauce to still cook without the fire. “Nothing much to do other than work. Things just aren’t the same without you here.” Y/N’s cheeks went red and Steve smiled, confidence surging through him that spark was still there.

“How’s my brother been?” Y/N asked as she watched him work for a moment, noting how at peace she felt here, with him.

“He’s the same as usual too,” Steve scoffed, “Cocky.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Y/N teased, “You gave him your hair products and since then-”

“Woah, woah, don’t blame the hair,” Steve said as he pointed to his favorite feature, “The hair is not the problem!”

“I’m just saying,” Y/N chuckled, “The hair and you being around boosted his ego…but it’s nice. Except the cat thing when he’s flirting.” Steve cringed at the memory of Dustin doing the “rrrrr” sound he so often did.

“Yeah I was kinda waiting for him to grow out of that.” The pair both fell into laughter at the thought of Dustin - someone they both held dear - only being brought back by Y/N asking, “Can I do anything else for you?”

“Just enjoy yourself,” He smiled at her. “Actually, if you could get the wine out of the fridge…..I might have splurged because you’re back.”

“Steve,” Y/N said as she cooed his name on her way to the fridge, “Don’t splurge on my account! I’m just happy to get to spend time with you.”

“Welp, I should have kept the receipt then.” He plated the pasta. “ Oh, speaking of splurging...you’re gonna hate this,” He smirked.

“Steve Harrington,” Y/N put the hand not holding the bottle of wine on her hip as she looked at him with mock scolding, “What did you do?”

“I got Pretty Woman, definitely not because it’s your favorite movie. I just happened to be available at Family Video and I had Keith hold it all day for me.” Y/N literally melted on the spot. She just looked at this man and she knew she was down bad. She had no words and could only smile at him, like he had hung the moon. “Y/N? Hello Y/N?”

“Well I mean,” She started, coming back to earth with a blush on her cheeks, “If you went through all that effort, I suppose we just have to watch it, now don’t we?”

“I guess so,” He handed her a plate. “Listen it’s a special occasion so if you don’t like the pasta we can order take out. I will not judge or be offended.”

“Steve, I will love anything you make because you made it,” shit, she thought, that was a lot…but I can’t unsay it. So she just walked over and set the bottle of wine down on the table and got two glasses - the only two he had - out of the cabinet. He brought both plates out to his tiny dining room table, practically only enough for two. But she was the only other person other than Robin who ate here, so it didn’t really matter. As they sat to eat, he couldn’t help but feel at peace. He couldn’t help but feel like spending the rest of his life in Hawkins wouldn't be so bad. Maybe getting out every now and then with her wouldn't be that bad. As long as they had a van to drive around in.

The pair finished dinner and Y/N was up, taking Steve’s plate to wash it before he could get a word of protest in.

“You cooked, I’ll clean,” she had said before he could speak, “That’s how this works.” He smiled, sort of relieved that he could rest for a moment. He chose to watch her do the dishes, not in a creepy way. You’re being creepy. He looked away, going to set up the movie.

“Is it okay if I start it? You might just miss the opening.”

“I am so sure I have this movie memorized by now so feel free,” Y/N called from the kitchen as she continued to clean, making sure everything was dried and put away before joining Steve on the couch.

Soon enough the two were invested in the action, Julia Roberts walking down the street to Pretty Woman, one of Steve’s all time favorite songs. He felt the couch shift ever so slightly as Y/N pulled her feet up, getting even cozier on the couch and moving closer to him as a result. He wasn’t sure what to do next. Should I put an arm around her?

“I love this song,” He said. Smooth.

“Me too,” she said with a nod. The next pan had the pair watching as Julia Roberts caught sight of the store she had been turned away from earlier in the film…the same attendant on shift.

“This is my favorite part,” Steve whispered.

“You have a favorite part?” Y/N whispered back.

“Of course I have a favorite part. This movie is iconic. How uncultured do you think I am?” He nudged.

“Well between dinner and your choice in film clearly I have given you less credit than you deserve,” she shot back with a smile. He turned to her, not expecting such a genuine statement, and watched the warm glow of the TV flicker against her face. It was soothing in a way. He felt a warm rise up into his face and quickly turned away. Get a grip Steve.

“Hi. Do you remember me?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“I was in here yesterday, you wouldn’t wait on me.”

Steve sat up straighter, hitting her thigh with excitement.

“Oh my god, oh my god.” Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle at his excitement.

“Oh.”

“You work on commission right?”

“Ah yes.”

“Big mistake. Big,” The pair said at the exact same time. “Huge.” They looked at each other, their smiles faded and replaced with something else. Something deeper.

And with that, Steve shifted his position on the couch, grabbed Y/N’s face, and pressed a long awaited kiss on her lips, finally. He had been thinking about kissing her from the day she kissed him when they were in the seventh grade. A quick peck, a bet, not a real kiss. It wasn’t fair she had kissed him first and that it was so short, not even enough time to blink. He knew that someday when he got to kiss her again, he’d cherish every moment of it.

Y/N’s eyes went wide for a second, in shock that this was occurring before leaning in, totally reciprocating. She couldn’t help herself, deepening the kiss to prove it was real by placing a hand ever so slightly in Steve’s hair, her fingers running to his roots. Holy shit.

They moved closer and closer together, continuing to kiss, neither pulling away for air for fear that if they stopped for even a second the other would disappear back into real life once more. Y/N’s heart was beating out of her chest as both their hands wandered, trying to touch everything all at once but also so unsure on where to put their hands. At this point she was basically sitting just to the side of Steve’s lap but he wanted her, needed her closer. In one solid motion, he pulled her into his lap, his hands roaming her body. There was urgency to both of their movements, both allowing soft moans to fall at how nicely they fit together. As much as Steve wanted to treasure each and every second, kissing her like she was his life support, he couldn’t help his hands from coming to rest on her ass. He used the next leverage to pull them even closer into each other which drew a gasp from Y/N - finally making him pull away.

“You alright?” He asked breathlessly.

“God, yes,” Y/N moaned as she kissed him again, keeping her hands in his hair, “Fuck Steve, please don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” Steve swore as her begging without him even having to ask, instinctively grinding his hips against her. The whimper she let out had him on the verge and they were both still fully clothed. Her legs coming to wrap around his waist so that she could feel even closer to him was the nail in the coffin. He needed her. Now.

Steve broke away from the kiss only for a moment but Y/N didn’t cease, beginning to kiss up and down his neck until she found a spot that made him groan. She focused on it with a fervor as Steve brought his hands up to the top button of her dress since the whole thing was a button down. He kept his hands there as a “May I?” and when Y/N pulled back to nod at him, he didn’t hesitate. Steve went back to kissing her as he slowly unbuttoned her dress, bit by bit, wanting to not look until he was fully done. This proved to be a difficult task too but luckily Y/N helped him out, starting at the bottom as he made his way down. The second their hands met and the last button was undone, Steve couldn’t help but to break their kiss to look at her. His hands came to rest on her hips as he pulled away, sucking in a sharp breath. Steve had never been one to believe in God but to see the woman he had been chasing after for years undressed in his lap wearing lingerie- and Jesus Christ not just any lingerie. His favorite kind.

It was a light blue and mesh material, almost completely see through other than being covered in beautifully detailed lace flowers. Again, Steve Harrington was pretty sure he didn’t believe in God but seeing Y/N looking better than any porno he had ever even dreamed up - he was ready to start praying.

“Is…is it ok?” Y/N asked quietly as she looked at Steve, her hands moving to her lap as she fidgeted with them, unsure of what to do. “I wasn’t sure if you’d like it and I know I um…I don’t look like a lot of the girls you’ve been with but-” Steve kissed her so hard and fast, one of his hands moving from her hips to tangle in her hair in an effort to keep her from falling off his lap with the force he kissed her with. He needed her to know, to feel how much he wanted her. How much it had always been her.

“You, Y/N Henderson,” he whispered after pulling away, “Are the most stunning person I have ever seen in my life.” Y/N’s eyes went wide as she took in his compliment. How was this the same Steve she had known all her life? The Steve who didn’t know how to give genuine compliments so didn’t? The Steve who Robin constantly complained acted like a twelve year old boy and couldn’t say anything other than boobies?

“And holy fuck,” Steve swore as he brought his hands up to her waist, just underneath her breast as he ran his thumb ever so gently over the lace.

“You can touch me, Steve,” Y/N said gently as she brought her hand up to rest over top of his, “Please…please touch me.”

“Fuck,” Steve swore under his breath as he didn’t think twice moving his hand up to cup her breast in his hand, marveling at how she felt under his touch. Y/N ground her hips against his with a little whimper and he fucking lost it. He pushed the dress off her shoulders so she was truly in nothing but her underwear before pulling off his shirt, not wanting her to feel like she was the only one undressed. Y/N admired him as he did and felt her heart skip a beat. Steve had filled out. He had always been a decently broad guy but the second he had allowed himself to breathe and live his life instead of merely trying to survive from disaster to disaster he had grown softer instead of being lean muscle. The muscle was underneath but he had become a bit self conscious about the additional mass.

“Is that why girls don’t like me?” He had asked Robin as they passed a joint between them, “Because I’ve…”

“Nah,” Robin had replied with a shrug, “If anything that would help your case. Like the chest hair. Girls like you just fine, you just don’t like them.”

“That’s not true-”

“Yes it is,” Robin had cut him off, “Because none of them are Y/N Henderson.”

He had laughed then but as he had her on his lap, looking at him like he had brought the sunlight back to her dark world, he knew Robin was right. No one had ever compared to her, no one ever could.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” the words flew from Steve’s mouth before he knew what he was saying, “You don’t even know.” He wanted to take the confession back, afraid she'd vanish despite the grip he had on her hips but she didn’t. Instead she turned her gaze back to his face and leaned in, going to press a kiss to his lips but she stopped just short.

“I know because I’ve wanted you just as much.” With that her lips connected with his again and it felt like the sky burst open. He pulled her closer than he thought possible, her hands coming to tangle in his hair as they kissed, rough and messy, teeth clashing as they both took what they had so desperately wanted. While Y/N was content with her hands tangled in Steve’s soft hair, Steve’s hands explored every inch of her exposed skin, one arm wrapping around her low back to keep the two of them rocking against each other with abandon. Y/N’s soft moans and the feel of her lips against his had Steve barreling towards the edge with shocking speed but he knew he didn’t want to finish still dressed on the couch. No, he wanted to be in her.

“Y/N,” He pulled away, the pair both breathing heavily, “I want to-”

“Me too,” Y/N breathed heavily as she looked at him, hands moving to caress his face and press kisses to his neck, “Your room?” She didn’t have to ask him twice, Steve’s hands coming to hold her ass as he picked her up. Y/N swore Steve took only three strides before she found herself pressed underneath him in his bed, his lips already back on hers. Her nails raked up and down his back gently and Steve wasn’t content with that. No, he wanted to be able to feel her, see evidence of this tomorrow, otherwise he wouldn’t believe it was true. His one hand came back to grasp at her one breast, tweaking her nipple roughly making her cry out in pleasure while his other hand trailed down to her underwear. The sheer material allowed him to feel just how wet she was as he trailed a finger up and down her slit, a gasp leaving her as her eyes flashed open.

“Shit,” He swore as he felt her, “So fucking wet. For me?”

“Yes,” Y/N said through gasps as she grasped him tightly, “For you Steve, all for you.” Steve would have smirked under normal circumstances but he felt so out of control all he could do was groan at her words and continue to feel her, rocking his hips against anything he could to try and relieve some tension from his body.

“Please don’t tease,” she begged him without the man even having to ask, “Please Steve, I just…want you now.”

“My fingers?” He asked between kisses and hickeys he pressed to her neck, taking the time to claim her as his.

“No, I want-”

“The answers are my finger or my mouth, baby,” Steve said as he pulled back, continuing to stroke his fingers along her slit, daring to dip just the tip of one in over her underwear but denying her more until she asked for it. “Can’t have anything else until you’re warmed up-”

“I am, I am, please Steve,” She begged, seeming to be on the verge of tears from how badly she needed him, “Can I…no more pants Steve. Wanna see you, all of you.” Steve wasn’t going to deny her a thing as badly as he wanted to finger her until she came around him, he would do whatever she asked. He climbed off of her and rose, bringing his hand to his jeans but Y/N moved and put her hand over his.

“Can I do it?” Steve’s mouth dropped open ever so slightly but he nodded as he closed it, moving his hands to her hips to give her full reign. She took his moment of submission to undo the button on his jeans, and then the zipper, before putting her hands through the loops and pulling them down. They fell to his ankles and he took a moment to step out of them, his hands on her hips pulling her into him as all that remained between the two was their underwear, allowing Y/N to feel Steve so much more than she had been able to before.

“Fuck Steve,” She swore as she brought her hand down to stroke him through his underwear causing the man to groan, “You’re so…wow…” Steve didn’t waste a second, kicking her legs apart a bit with his feet so he could bring his hand down to cup her sex once more, pushing her underwear to the side as he pressed a finger into her.

“Shit,” Y/N’s knees buckled a little bit at the intrusion and her grip on him stuttered.

“Lay down for me,” he commanded as he withdrew his fingers only for a moment, bring it to his mouth with a groan as she compiled, “Fuck you taste good.”

“Can I taste you?” Y/N asked as she laid in bed, his bed, and looked up at him with an angelic gaze.

“Not today, baby,” he cooed as he climbed on top of her, his fingers pushing her underwear aside again with ease as he slipped two fingers into her making her moan, “I’m already close and if you blew me, I wouldn’t be able to do what I really want.”

“And you want…?” Y/N asked between little gasps as he found that spot inside her that had her nails scratching into his back.

“Fuck,” Steve swore again as he burried his face into her neck as her hand moved inside his boxers, stroking him in earnest. “To be inside of you. Please.” Y/N moved her hand and brought both of her hands down to her underwear, pushing them off and kicking them to the ground as Steve stripped off his own. She couldn’t help but look at him, fully naked on top of her and looking like a Greek god.

“You’re so handsome Steve Harrington.” The honesty of her compliment had Steve melting as he reached into his bedside table and grabbed a condom out of the unopened box. Y/N took it from his hands and ripped it open with ease, slipping it onto him as he kissed up and down her neck.

“And you’re so beautiful Y/N Henderson.” Y/N smiled and allowed her one hand to come back to his hair, that combined with the way he stroked himself made him groan. He lined himself up with her entrance and ran his tip over her folds for a moment before remembering her beg not to tease - not that he could even if he wanted to. He was so desperate he knew the second she gave him the ok he would slip into her without a second thought.

“Can I-”

“Please.” Without another word, Steve began to press into her as gently as he could manage. The room turned into a mix of moans and swears as Steve fell to his elbows, bringing them impossibly close as Y/N’s nails dug into his back as she buried her face into his chest. The first few inches already had her so tight around him as he paused to revel in the feeling. Steve gently tangled his fingers into her hair to move her head from his chest, wanting to see her. Y/N must have caught on as she allowed her head to fall back on the pillow looking up at him in awe.

“You okay?” Steve asked as the hand that was in her hair moved to cup her cheek.

“Feels so good,” Y/N breathed out as she looked at him, her eyes watery from the feeling as she allowed her one hand to fall from Steve back and down onto the bed. “S’big.” Steve would have normally chuckled and made some comment about his ego being inflated too much but he couldn’t focus on anything except the way she felt around him and that he was less than halfway in.

“Doing such a good job,” He praised, trying to keep his voice even as he brushed some of the curls that had fallen around her face away so he could fully see her. “Too much?” She shook her head adamantly which made Steve smile. Seeing Y/N Henderson, one of the most composed and well spoken people he knew, reduced to nonverbal because of him was becoming his new kryptonite. He used his hand not bracing himself above her to hoist her leg over his hip, bringing them closer even still. He then took a moment to lace his hand with hers as he pressed her hand into the bed. Y/N was so distracted by this she didn’t even notice Steve pulling out almost all the way before fully pushing in. A soft moan slipped from Y/N’s lips as her eyes squeezed closed but that didn’t work for Steve. She was holding back. He knew it. And he didn’t want her to.

“Y/N, honey,” he spoke between kisses to her neck and lips and pretty much anywhere else he could reach, “Wanna hear you. Maybe some noise for me, hm?”

“But,” Y/N said as she looked up at him, her lust blown eyes blinking gently, “It’s embarrassing-”

“It’s beautiful,” he praised as he gently rolled his hips into her, getting her used to the movement and feeling, “Everything about you is.” Y/N melted and as she felt his tip prod that spongy spot deep inside of her she let out a real moan, her inhibitions slipping away with the pleasure.

“That’s it,” Steve cooed, “That’s it-oh fuck-” Steve swore as began to rock into her at a harder faster pace as he felt her clench around him. “So damn tight, fuck Y/N.”

“Steve please,” she whimpered as she pulled him closer.

“Yeah? That feel good?” He said, increasing his pace and making sure to press as deep into her as he could with each thrust. Y/N felt like she couldn’t breath, feeling like she could feel him all the way in her stomach. Steve clocked his too, their hands no longer laced together as Y/N had decided she needed one to scratch his back up and another tangled in his hair, so he was able to trail one of his hands down to where he knew he was in her. He pressed down and watched as Y/N’s mouth formed a little o, her eyes rolling back as he felt her cunt start to flutter around him.

“All the way in there, honey,” he cooed, through gritted teeth as he tried to hold off his own end until she had found hers. Keeping his hand there, he used his thumb to draw soft slow circles on her clit. That contrasted with the way he was fucking her so rough but with so much passion and praise had her teetering on the edge.

“Steve-Steve I’m gonna-”

“Let it go honey,” he whispered before pressing a firm kiss to her lips. “Cum for me.” And she did, hard. Her cunt clenched impossibly tight around him, her eyes squeezing closed and mouth forming an o in a silent scream as her release coated his lower abdomen.

“Holy shit-oh fuck,” Steve swore as he fell to his other elbow, not able to do anything more than let his release follow hers. He came with a high strangled groan - a sound Y/N was sure had come straight from the heavens had it not been so damn sinful. He slowed the pace of his thrusts as he rode out his orgasm but didn’t pull out as he all but collapsed on top of her before he realized oh shit I’m crushing her. He went to move but Y/N’s hands held his head to her chest.

“Stay,” her plea was a strangled whisper as she tried to catch her breath. And he did, knowing he’d never question her and her wishes, never for a second. He laid on top of her, their breathing syncing as he could feel himself soften, still inside her. He felt his eyes begin to droop and knew he couldn’t go to sleep no matter how comfy he was. Not until he had checked on her.

“Y/N?” He asked softly as he pushed up on his elbows to look at her. Her eyes fluttered open as they had been previously closed as she just took it all in while playing with his hair.

“Mhm?” She smiled at him, glowing with sweat and adoration. All words left him as he rolled onto his side, still inside of her and moved her to face him. He just wanted to hold her, that was all he wanted. So he did. Steve wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in so her face was nestled into his neck as he just took in the weight of her in his arms, memorizing every detail of this moment. He knew then that while this was the first night she’d rest in his arms, it wouldn’t be the last. This, Y/N was his forever.

Yay! I do love Steve very much and while I mainly have written for Eddie in the past, this idea kept coming back to me! Hope you all enjoyed and requests are open!

#stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x yn #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut

478 notes · View notes

ladykailitha · 1 year

Text

Little Runaway

Welcome, welcome to my longest steddie fic I’ve completed to date. It’s set in a nebulous time between season 3 and 4 but also very AU. And for the purposes of this story, Steve is gay but went through the motions with Nancy and his other dates as his dad is homophobic. This also references abuse and has some period typical homophobia. Not anyone we know.

Eddie cursed whatever god it was that invented hangovers and swore vengeance. It was then he realized that banging wasn’t coming from inside his head but on the door to the trailer.

He looked outside his window and realized it was late at night. He glanced at the alarm on his nightstand and the time glared 3:54am in bright angry red numbers.

He squinted hard, trying to wake himself up for whatever encounter was on the other side of that door. He just really, really hoped it wasn’t the cops. He pulled on a shirt and padded out of his bedroom to answer the door.

“Keep your shirt on,” he grumbled. “I’m coming.”

He opened the door to see Dustin Henderson standing outside his door, looking relieved that Eddie answered.

“To what to do I owe the pleasure, Dusty Bin?” he asked leaning against the door frame.

“Uh...” Dustin began and then slammed his mouth shut.

Eddie raised an eyebrow at him and tilted his head. “Cat got your tongue?”

Dustin blushed. “I know your uncle isn’t home for the weekend, so I wondering if you could take a friend of mine in. Just for the weekend. He doesn’t have anywhere else to go. I swear. I wouldn’t ask if he had somewhere he could stay.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes. “Who’s your friend?” There was something slightly panicked about the way Dustin was going a mile a minute.

“I can’t tell you until you say you can take him in,” Dustin whined. “You have to promise that after knowing who it is, you won’t take it back. Please?”

Eddie threw his head back and waved his hands. “Fine. I promise your ‘friend’ can spend the weekend here.”

Dustin visibly relaxed. “You can come out now.” He waved at someone from behind the trailer.

A beat. Then another.

And then Steve fucking Harrington stepped out. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder and his head was down.

But Eddie could tell that this wasn’t the Steve Harrington he knew. His hair was wet and matted, like it hadn’t been properly washed in a few days. His shoulders were rounded, like he was trying to make himself as small a target as he could.

“Dustin, I’m going to kick your ass,” he said turning to the teenager.

“You promised,” Dustin defended. “No take backs.”

“I shouldn’t be here,” Steve muttered. “I can go. You don’t have to do this.”

Eddie rubbed his eye in frustration. He knew he was going to give in. He just didn’t like it. So he sighed. “Come on, Harrington. You’ll have to sleep on the couch.”

Steve still refused to look up, so he nodded.

Dustin came over and hugged him. “I’ll talk to my mom when she gets back from visiting Grandma. We’ll find something more permanent. This is just for the weekend. I promise.”

Steve hugged him back. “I’ll be fine.”

“Call me,” Dustin admonished. “I’ll kick your ass if you don’t.”

“I promise.”

Dustin hopped on his bike and waved, heading out to the exit of the trailer park.

Eddie looked around, realizing for the first time Steve’s car wasn’t around. “Hey, where’s your car?”

Steve just shrugged.

Well that interesting. And Eddie loved puzzles. “Come on in. I’ll show you around.”

Steve mounted the steps gingerly and Eddie eyed him warily. An idea was forming and it wasn’t good.

Eddie folded his arms and watched as Steve lowered himself gently on to the sofa wincing when he made contact with cushions.

“So who beat your ass?”

Steve looked up in shock and Eddie hissed in sympathy. The dude a black eye, a bruised nose and split lip.

“I hope the other guy looks worse,” he said sincerely.

Steve chuckled. “I broke his nose.”

“Good.”

Steve ducked his head again, this time to hide his blush.

“Look, I know what being on the run looks like, and you’ve got all the signs,” Eddie said. “All I need to know is that it’s not the law and you and I are good, you hear me?”

Steve shook his head. “At least not as far as I know. I don’t think he’ll get the cops involved.”

Eddie pursed his lips. He knew how that went. All too well. “But you’re afraid that if you go to your friends, he’ll find you and hurt you again?”

Steve’s shoulders sagged. “Yeah. My dad’s an ass like that.”

Well. Fuck. Yep. Yep. That made total sense.

“He been doing that awhile?” Eddie asked, jutting his chin at Steve’s messed up face.

Steve huffed out a bitter laugh. “Only when he’s home. Which thankfully isn’t often.”

Abusive and neglectful. “What tipped him off this time?”

Steve just shook his head.

“Not ready to talk about it?” Eddie said. “Fine by me. Get a real shower and I’ll scrounge up something for us to eat.”

Steve stood up, wincing as he did so.

“And I’m going to look at those ribs, to make sure they ain’t broke.”

Steve blushed. “It’s really not that bad.”

Eddie darted forward and Steve moved to get out of the way, only to stop, crying out in pain.

“You want to tell me another lie, Harrington?”

Steve was sweating from the pain. “No. I’ll be good.”

“Go get a shower, big boy,” Eddie said, making his way over to the kitchen part of the trailer and rummaging around for something to eat. He found a can of Spaghetti-Os and started heating that up. It was about done when Steve came out of the bathroom, looking better than he did.

He was also shirtless.

Which sent a thrill of heat down his navel. Until he saw the great big bruises on Steve’s sides.

“Holy shit,” Eddie swore. “He got you good.”

Steve wrapped his arms around his torso and looked away. “He knocked me to the ground and started kicking me.”

“Come on,” Eddie said gently. “Sit down and eat. I’ll look at your ribs after.”

Steve nodded.

Eddie pulled out a bowl and spoon, dumping the canned noddles into the bowl. He handed them to Steve. “It’s not much. But it’s warm and filling, and I have feeling that’s what you need right now.”

Steve gratefully took the bowl and began wordlessly slurping up the food. It wasn’t long before it was gone and Steve handed it back.

Eddie took it to the sink and came back. “Can you sit up straight or does it hurt?”

Steve straightened up, but Eddie could tell he was being held together with a frayed thread.

“Okay,” Eddie said. “I’m going to have to touch it, and it will hurt. Try not to hit me when it does.”

Steve winced. But was quiet and still as Eddie did his examination.

“Good news, it doesn’t feel like anything’s broken,” Eddie said, sitting next to him. “Bad news is that that is one hell of bruise and it will hurt like a bitch for another week.”

“Something I figured out myself, thanks,” Steve sneered.

Eddie got up to walk away, when Steve pulled him back down. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just in a lot of pain. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

Eddie nodded.

“Thank you,” Steve murmured. “For everything, I guess.”

“How long ago did this happen?” Eddie asked.

“About a week,” Steve admitted.

“And he’s still looking for you?” Eddie asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah, Dustin found me living in my car and told me,” Steve admitted. “I really don’t what that kid thinks he can do come Monday, but his plans usually have plans, so...”

“So you’ve been driving around town avoiding your dad and what?” Eddie asked, trying not to let his temper flare. Because it wasn’t Steve’s fault. “Taking showers at the rec center?”

Steve nodded. “I’m between jobs at the moment, so I couldn’t just leave town. At least here I know where my dad wouldn’t look. When the local restaurants have their specials so I can eat cheap.”

Eddie blinked. Suddenly he was feeling this deep gratitude for his uncle. Because if it wasn’t for Wayne, he would be right where Steve was now.

“You’re sleeping in my bed,” Eddie said, booking no argument.

“What? Why?” Steve protested.

“Because if you’ve been sleeping in your car,” Eddie said, grabbing a few things from his bedroom, “you haven’t been able to sleep stretched out. Which is why your ribs are in such bad shape. So while you’re here, you’re going to sleep in a bed to support those ribs. Got it?”

Steve nodded.

“I’m going to sleep now,” Eddie said pointedly, looking at Steve still on sofa.

“Huh?” Steve said and then looked around. “Oh. Shit. Sorry.” He stood up and wandered to the bedroom.

Eddie watched to make sure Steve actually laid down. He sighed in relief when the other boy fell asleep in mere moments.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue

#My writing #stranger things #steddie #gay steve harrington #abuse tw #ladykailtiha writes

650 notes · View notes

wannabeschyulersister · 2 years

Text

the fight

*takes place in season 2. gif is not mine. credit to owner.*

The sound of Billy’s car made everyone in the Byers’ house freeze. Max’s eyes widened, “Shit! He can’t know that I’m here!”

It had been one hell of a crazy night thus far. There was an absolute massacre at Hawkins Lab. Bob was killed. Demodogs were on the loose creating havoc. Eleven made a badass grand entrance surprising everyone. Will was a spy for the Upside Down. Dustin was hoarding a dead demodog in Joyce’s fridge.

Despite everything that was going on, there wasn’t one hair on Steve Harrington’s perfect head that was out of place. That Farrah Fawcett hairspray was doing wonders.

“Everyone stay in here. I’m going to go handle this.” Steve announced to everyone.

“You’re joking, right?” You asked him.

“No, I’m not. You got any better ideas?”

“Yeah, let me go out there. You and Billy already want to kill each other. Let me go and tell him to kick rocks.” Your suggestion was a million times better than Steve’s. Not even a week ago did you see Billy and your boyfriend almost come to blows in the gym at Hawkins High.

There was already so much going on that you couldn’t handle a battle between Billy and Steve.

“I’m not letting you go out there!” Steve said protectively, “That guy is crazy!”

“I’m not scared of Billy Hargrove. I can handle myself.” You told him defiantly.

Steve rolled his eyes, “If you think I’m going to let you go out there, you’re sadly mistaken!”

You scoffed, “Since when did you turn into my father?”

“Guys?” Mike had been peering out the window, “Someone needs to make a decision soon!”

You didn’t give Steve another opportunity to argue. You beat him to the front door and went outside, shutting it behind you.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the beautiful, (Y/n).” Billy bellowed into the night.

“Bite me, Hargrove.”

You could see Billy smirking, “Didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff.”

“What the hell do you want?” You cut to the chase. You wanted Billy as far away from Max as possible. Even though Max had been in Hawkins a short time, you managed to bond with her. You remember moving into town around the same age as she was. It was difficult to fit in with kids that had been close since birth.

When Dustin introduced you to Max when you arrived at the arcade to pick him up with Steve, you told her that if she needed anyone to chat to or if she wanted to get away from the guys, to reach out. She definitely did. Ever since then, you saw her as a little sister.

“I have it on good authority that my little brat of a sister, Max is here.”

“Well, she’s not. So leave.”

Billy chuckled, “I heard of how feisty you can be. It’s super hot.”

You rolled your eyes so hard that you thought they might fall out, “She’s not here. You can be on your way to torment the rest of Hawkins now.”

Behind you, you heard the front door open. Without turning around, you knew it was Steve. He was stubborn as hell.

“Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?”

“Yeah it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.” Your boyfriend said as he took a stand beside you.

“I told you that I had things handled.” You muttered.

“Well, from inside it looked like you needed some assistance.”

Billy moved closer. Steve stepped in front of you. There was so much tension in the air that it was almost palpable.

“What are the two of you doing here this time of night?” Billy questioned.

“That’s none of your damn business.” Steve answered.

You quickly stepped in between them. It was like you could see where things were going and it definitely wasn’t good.

“Billy, Max isn’t here. You need to leave. Now.” You warned him. Steve grabbed you by the elbow and held on. He pulled your closer to him.

Billy looked at the house behind you and chuckled, “Oh really? Then who is that?” He pointed at the window and you saw Max peeking with the guys. They quickly ducked down.

You rolled your eyes, “Why doesn’t anyone listen to me?”

Billy shoved Steve to the ground and kicked him, “I told you to plant your feet.”

Before you could try and stop him, Billy rushed into the house. That’s when all hell broke loose.

It was pure chaos as Steve and Billy fought in the Byers home. When Billy hit Steve with a plate, you saw red. You rushed over and attempted to try and subdue him but he was way too strong. He pushed you aside easily.

Every blow that Billy dealt to Steve was like he was doing the same to you. Everyone was shouting at him to stop but he was a madman.

Max was the one that truly saved the day. She injected Billy with the same stuff that put Will to sleep. You watched in awe as she grabbed Steve’s bat and threatened her brother.

Maxine was a total badass.

She grabbed Billy’s keys and held them up, “Let’s get out of here.”

While you provided aid to a very battered Steve in the backseat, Max sped through the town of Hawkins. It probably wasn’t a good idea to let her drive, but you were absolutely worried about Steve who hadn’t regained consciousness yet.

The plan that the kids came up with was completely ridiculous. They wanted to help Eleven close the gate by distracting the demodogs down in the tunnels. It was insane and you all could get slaughtered but you knew they wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Steve started to stir awake beside you. He moaned loudly while he got his bearings.

“(Y/n)?” You heard him say softly.

“I’m right here.” You gingerly touched his face trying to avoid any of the cuts.

He looked around, saw that Max was driving, then proceeded to scream. “Whoa! What’s going on?!”

“Steve, relax. Everything’s fine! We are going to the tunnels to help Hopper and Eleven.”

Steve did the opposite of relaxing. He groaned and tried to touch his face but you held his hand back.

“Is it that bad?” He questioned.

You hesitated for a small moment, “You gave a valiant effort but Billy kicked your ass.”

“He flung you around like a rag doll, buddy.” Dustin chimed in from the front seat.

Steve gave him a dirty look but frowned when he looked back at you, “I’m hideous, aren’t I?”

You quickly shook your head, “No, you have some cuts and I’m sure you’re going to have some bruising but it’ll all heal and I’ll love you just the same.”

“You promise?” He pouted.

“Of course.”

“Can I get a kiss?”

You leaned over and kissed his lips, being mindful of the cut that was there and avoiding it.

“I love you so much.” Steve practically weeped.

“Aw, sweetie. I think you might have a concussion but I love you so much.”

“Are we almost there? They’re getting sentimental back here!” Lucas shouted.

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x you #stranger things x reader #steve harrington

1K notes · View notes

avengerscompound · 2 months

Text

The Interview - Chapter 13

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Rating: E

Warnings: smut (MF, vaginal sex)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count: 2887

Summary: Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America. Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 13

Melody’s promotion went through very quickly and by the end of the month, she was juggling three different jobs and earning three times what she’d been working at the start of the month. While the new job came with new friends and new employees who hadn’t known that six months ago she’d been an unpaid intern, the people at the Daily Bugle who had seen her meteoric rise through the ranks weren’t all supportive.

Some were fine. Ben Ulrich was happy in his job as an investigative journalist and always would be. The Bugle could go through every change in focus possible, as long as he could expose secrets in the superhero world, he'd be happy. Peter Parker was excited for her, especially given it meant he was getting more regular work that fit around his rather bizarre schedule.

Some of the others resented her for the fact she’d somehow become Jameson’s golden child. The person who couldn’t seem to hide her disdain the most was Norah Winters. The views-obsessed writer hated the fact that Melody was such a popular choice for celebrity and superhero interviews, nor the fact she’d been given the job as lead editor of what was now officially known as the Blast. She thought that was her rightful job given how much she’d done to get the kind of clickbait content the Blast would run off. It shocked her that her mean-spirited clickbait was not the vibe that Jameson had wanted for the new website. Besides, Melody being so young and new to the industry meant he could pay her so much less than the more seasoned Norah.

Two weeks after Melody had started the job, she was well underway curating the new content, she’d found an apartment with two bedrooms that she and Bobbi could afford. It was a large percentage of their combined income, but that’s how New York was, and they had been getting by until now. It was also six blocks further up, so there was now three minutes more travel time and they were further from the parts of Central Park that they liked best, but it would all be worth it when they moved in and had their own rooms.

Steve and Bucky had been helping the women move in, going so far as to borrow a van from the Tower and load it with their stuff in the few hours a day all four of them were free at the same time. It had been slow going, but tonight they were bringing the last of their things over, including the beds. As soon as she was done for the day Steve would pick her up and they’d head over there.

“We’re never going to beat the puppy interview,” Melody said as she packed up her things for the day. “But we definitely need something that people are excited for. I wonder if we could ever convince people to try different kinds of alcohol or edibles because that would be hilarious.”

As she spoke to the other members of staff who were working on content of The Blast, Peter Parker came out of Jameson’s office and made his way through the bullpen. “Pete,” she called. “You know, Spider-Man. You think he’d do an interview while doing shots or trying different edibles?”

“Ahh… no I don’t think so,” he said, pausing and looking over the top of her cubicle. “You’re close with Captain America, why don’t you ask him?”

“His metabolism is too high, he processes drugs and alcohol too fast for them to affect him,” she said.

“That must be fun when he’s injured,” Jasmine, the new intern said.

Melody shrugged. “Yeah, it’s probably not fun,” she agreed. “Okay… what about something like a scavenger hunt?” she suggested. “We ask questions as we go around the city looking for clues.”

“Spider-Man might be into that, but it sounds like it would be a long interview. It might be hard to lock most celebrities down for the time you need,” he said.

“And knowing Spider-Man he’d just leave halfway through because someone would have robbed a bank or something,” Jasmine added.

“Hmm… well we could put it on the docket as a possibility if we have more time with the people. If we get a really fun host and start with people we know, it might work,” Melody said. She made a quick note in her notebook to work on the idea. It might be a good one for Bobbi to host. “What about something where we get them to try different snack foods? Potato chips from around the world. All those different KitKat flavors. Pizza slices from around the city.”

“Now that Spider-Man would be totally down for. Hawkeye would do the pizza one in a heartbeat,” Peter said.

Melody looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. “You know Hawkeye too?”

“Uhhh… everyone knows Hawkeye loves pizza,” Peter said quickly. “I better go. Photos to take, homework to do.”

He hurried out toward the elevator and Melody checked her phone for the time. “Shit. I gotta get out of here too. If you have any ideas, we’ll workshop them on Monday. Have a good weekend.”

She grabbed her bag and dashed to the elevator. Peter was nowhere to be seen but Norah was stepping into the open elevator car. Melody ducked in beside her and moved to the back. The doors closed and Melody looked up at the display showing what floor they were on.

“I know you're dating Steve Rogers,” Norah said.

The statement took Melody by surprise. Not because it was a secret she was dating Steve, just that the accusation was so banal. If Norah had accused her of breathing air she might have been just as surprised.

“What?”

Norah turned to face her. “I know you're dating Steve Rogers.”

Melody kept facing forward, not wanting to engage. “That's not a secret, Norah. I've never tried to keep it a secret.”

“It's not exactly well known though either. I mean you talk. about him in that little column of yours but you never mention his name or what he does. And I don't see the paparazzi hounding you. Shit, even your X posts lack the weirdo obsessives trying to make you want to break up with him. So far you've been flying under the radar,” Norah said.

It sounded like a threat, but Melody wasn't sure what the woman was threatening. She couldn't stop her from posting the gossip. Shit, she'd been expecting someone to.

“What's your point?”

“My point is, I know you must have something on Jameson. He'd have been telling you that you had to dish the dirt if you didn't. Not to mention this promotion that should have been mine.”

Melody rolled her eyes and thankfully the elevator opened on the ground floor. “You're paranoid. Jameson knows that if I keep things quiet I might have better access to the Avengers for the fluff things I write. You're the one that writes the kind of gross shit that would end a relationship, not me. And the promotion was more about saving money than anything else. You know he's a Scrooge. Go home and relax. There's no grand conspiracy here.”

“Yeah well, I think you've had too good of a ride,” she said. “But thankfully you've given me a great idea.”

Melody stopped and watched Norah leave through the large glass doors at the front. She didn't like the sound of that, but she had no idea what the woman could be planning other than outing a relationship that wasn't in any way a secret.

She shook her head and went out the side door to the alley. Steve and Bucky were waiting for her in the large silver van. The side door slid open automatically when she approached and she jumped in, kissing Steve on the cheek before buckling up.

“You ready to spend your first night in your new apartment?” Steve asked.

“You know I am,” she said. “Let's do this.”

It didn't take very long to get the last of Melody and Bobbi’s things over to the new apartment. Having two supersoldiers made moving furniture a lot faster and a lot less effort. Plus, Melody found it extremely hot seeing Steve just hoist her bed base on his shoulder and carry it up the four flights of stairs to her apartment like it was nothing.

Steve got the bed situated in her room and when the last of the things were in the apartment he came in and helped her make the bed.

“So how does it feel?” Steve said as the two of you shook the sheets out over your bare mattress. “Having your own room?”

“It’s so good,” Melody answered. “I could do whatever I want in here.”

They each hooked the fitted corners over the edge of the mattress and smoothed out the fabric, before grabbing the pillows and putting them in place. “What kind of things would you want to do?” Steve asked.

“I could strip down naked,” she said, grabbing her quilt and shaking it out over the bed. Steve grabbed the other side and smoothed it down. “Dance around. Put on music without my headphones on. I could take my sheets and walk to the kitchen and put them in my new washing machine.”

“While you’re still naked?” Steve chuckled.

“Maybe,” she laughed. “Maybe I’ll have fresh clean pajamas in the drier and they’ll be toasty warm when I put them on.”

He laughed and came around to her, his hands sliding over her hips as he wrapped his arms around her. His hands splayed out on the middle of her back as he pulled her hips flush with his. “Anything else you’d do in this bedroom?”

She smirked. She knew exactly what Steve was hinting at. She wanted it too. She wanted him to fuck her right here right now. She wanted to order takeout and eat it in bed and have him fuck her all over again. She wanted him to spend the night and wake up in his arms only to have sex one more time before they went out for the day. She was also enjoying the playful teasing and wanted to drag it out. She put her hands on Steve’s chest and looked up into his blue eyes. “I could have the window open and the fan on while I sleep,” she said.

“You couldn’t have done that before?” he asked.

“I could,” she said, dragging the word out. “But Bobbi always complained that the living room got too cold.”

“Well, you can’t have a too cold living room,” he said, ghosting his lips down her neck. “Is that it?”

She tilted her head, exposing her neck to him. He took the invitation, kissing her neck slowly. He sucked softly and his tongue swirled over her skin, making it break out in goosebumps. “I don’t know,” she half moaned. “I feel like I forgot something.”

“Maybe I should remind you,” he said.

He lifted her suddenly and tossed her on the bed. She squealed in delight and quickly pulled off her shirt and threw it in the corner. Steve slowly approached her, the expression on his face almost predatory. It fed her need and where he moved slowly, stripping off his body-hugging t-shirt and throwing it with hers, she moved frantically. She unfastened her pants and pushed them down and off and then moved on to her bra. Steve was still in his trousers when he leaned in to kiss her, guiding her back up the bed. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and when her head was on the pillow, she spread her legs and welcomed him between them.

It was hard for her to slow down, she wanted him so badly. She’d never actually had sex in her bed yet, and now this was happening she wanted it so badly she ached. Placing her hands on Steve's shoulders she pushed him, wanting to take over, and put an end to the drawn-out teasing.

Thankfully, he took the hint, rolling over for her and pulling her on top of him. If he'd chosen to ignore her, there wouldn't have been anything she could do, pushing him was like pushing a brick wall. When she was on top of him she couldn’t help but just sit and gaze down at him.

He looked so perfect stretched out under her, looking up with lust-blown eyes and waiting for her to do something. She pushed his hands above his head and pressed his fingers to the headboard. “Keep your hands there,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, licking his lips. He clenched his fists, making the muscles in his arms flex and the veins and tendons stand out. She took a shaky breath in and held it as she skimmed her fingers down his arms, mapping his skin with her fingertips. When she reached his shoulders, she leaned down and kissed his neck. Her lips moved slowly down, tracing along his collarbone and onto his pec. Her hands smoothed down his sides to his pants and she unfastened them, reaching into his boxers and pumping his already hard cock. His foreskin moved back and forth over the head with each stroke of her hand and his hands tightened on the headboard and he moaned softly.

“Condom?” Melody asked.

“Left pocket,” he said.

She bit her bottom lip and fished in his pocket, pulling out the condom and sitting back. She looked down at him as she tore the packet open and placed the rubber between her lips. She crawled down his legs pulling his pants down as she went. His cock sprang up hard against his stomach and she took it in her hand. “What are you doing?” Steve asked.

She winked and lowered her head and using her lips and tongue she rolled the condom down over his shaft. His cock was so large she gagged before the whole condom was in place, and she had to roll the last part down with her fingers. The effect was not lost on Steve, he moaned and arched his back, his eyes glued on her.

She crawled back up, wiggling out of her panties as she did and when she’d straddled his waist, she lowered herself down, guiding his cock into her soaking cunt. They both moaned as he entered her.

There was a moment, where Melody just sat, appreciating how full she always felt when Steve was inside her. He was the biggest guy she’d ever been with by far, and in a lot of ways that wasn’t always a good thing, but the way he filled her - that little sting as her cunt stretched to take him, it was a unique feeling and she liked to savor it. That brief moment was all she could do before her need took over. She began to move, bouncing on his cock - up and down, up and down, faster each time until she was leaning over, riding him like she was in a race.

Steve let go of the headboard and his hands moved to her hips, one slid around to her pussy and he began to rub her clit. He pushed himself up onto his elbow and leaned in, kissing her neck and breasts, and she wrapped her arms around his head, holding onto him for dear life as she continued to move.

“Oh fuck, Steve,” she mewled. “I’m so close.”

“That’s it, Mel,” he praised, his hips bucking up to meet hers. “Let it happen.”

His finger moved faster on her clit and their bodies slapped together with each bounce. All her muscles clenched up in sequence, like cords, and wrapped around them and pulled tight. When they relaxed she came, her body shuddering on top of him. “Yes, Steve! Fuck!” she cried, burying her face in Steve’s neck to smother the sound.

He flipped her suddenly, pulling her legs up so they were pressed up against her torso. His thrusts were erratic, but so much deeper than before. Melody gasped and cried out as she felt him hit her cervix. He pulled back a little but kept thrusting, chasing his release.

“Fuck… Steve… please,” Melody begged. She wasn’t even sure what she was begging for. She just knew if he kept going the way he was she was going to shatter.

She pulled him down into a hard kiss. Their tongues danced together, and she sucked his bottom lip. He ran a hand up into her hair as his hips began to stutter and as his fingers tightened in her hair. It sent a jolt through her, setting off another orgasm. As her cunt clenched and squeezed Steve’s cock, it brought him over with her. He groaned into her lips and ground his hips, pushing in deep as his cock pulsed with his release.

“Fuck…” Melody moaned as her legs fell down on either side of Steve’s. “I guess my bed’s broken in now.”

Steve started laughing, and he kissed her, rolling onto his side. He pulled back and looked at her, amusement written all over his features. “Worth the wait?”

She cupped his cheeks and looked into his eyes. “With you? You know it was.”

// NEXT

#marvel #avengers #marvel fanfic #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #captain america #captain america fanfic #steve rogers x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #ofc #smut #the interview

22 notes · View notes

betelgeusing · 9 months

Text

righteous gemstones finale thoughts roundup spoilers galore

Peter Montgomery being the shortest person in his family was an inspired choice, Steve Zahn in his villain era hell yeah (he was also so good in George and Tammy recently)

Always surprised by how much genuine love and tenderness Jesse seems to have for his wife and children, as clumsily as he expresses it

But for real Jesse finally pulling ahead of Simkins by taking responsibility and going to get his family members safe (and trusting Gideon to help him do more than he could alone) was a great end to his character arc this season

(He appears to have been that way since he was a teenager?? cute. Jesse for sleeper favorite of the season honestly)

(Speaking of teen Jesse, the interlude episodes really show how badly Eli and Aimee Leigh failed their children. Giggling about how Judy's therapist would have to deal with her in the future instead of TRYING TO HELP IN THE PRESENT, for example. they are wonderful characters to watch, and it's nice that Eli is bonding with Gideon now, but they fully neglected raising their children in favor of their careers and it's WILD that Eli acts baffled that his kids as adults are a fucking mess)

Plague of locusts WILD choice though. Like OK we'll just accept that it happened I guess

Stephen Dorff was underused. Shea Whigham too but his character seemed like more of a cameo to begin with. Dorff could have been the primary villain instead of just popping in early and then late. Oh well, I guess they did the rival megachurch pastor last season so it would have felt too repetitive

I would love to see more characters like May May everywhere. She was so well written and performed

Comparisons to Succession are valid and idk maybe it seems like the Gemstones get off too lightly, but I think the core sweetness to the show makes it what it is and distinguishes it. You know the Roys are always going to end up at odds; you know the Gemstones are always going to end up united. Ofc they're equally shitty/crooked people to everyone not part of their families, but then, they're different shows with very different tones

I would be lying if I said I wouldn't watch Baby Billy's Bible Bonkers. Tiffany tearing it UP on the piano

also the way Baby Billy is with Chuck and Karl is the most precise depiction of how it feels when you have to watch your maternal and paternal extended family members interact with each other I've ever seen

(Bisexual Baby Billy confirmed?? Though I'm not sure anyone was asking for it)

BJ Judy matching outfits FOREVER

Keefe and Kelvin beat the queerbaiting allegations I HAD FAITH . they are GLOWING in the last episode. (Keefe's distaste for Taryn from EPISODE ONE is also hysterical. Jealousssssss)

Keefe's outfits are the best in the show sorry BJ sorry Judy you guys ran a tough campaign but it's true

The variations on the word "daddy" in the last few episodes are killer. Specifically Jesse's almost-whispered "datty" and the way the Gemstone siblings tell Baby Billy "you are NOT my daddy, boy"

"Daddy-boy" making MULTIPLE appearances as a disrespectful reference to Eli lmfao (and Jesse calling him "Elijah" for the 5 minutes he was pissed at him)(also Jesse being mad at Chuck for all of an hour before forgiving him. He's simply not built for grudges)

Aimee Leigh final shot shmaltzy? Maybe but I will take every excuse to see Jennifer Nettles in the role again <3

#the righteous gemstones #the show is over for this year so I have to talk about my feelings and opinions. as you do. carry on etc

60 notes · View notes

wannab-urs · 9 months

Text

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol. 15

Hi friends!!

Welcome to week 15 of The Spreadsheet Digest! I read a lot of angst this week.... but there's plenty of really good smut and fluff to balance it out, I promise! Also 3/10 fics are from one author, but I promise their stuff is to die for.

You can find the Spreadsheet here and all of my previous rec lists here.

Recs under the funny BTS pic from Triple Frontier

Birds of Prey - a Tommy one shot by @toxicanonymity

I normally wouldn't rec a tommy fic, but!! First of all Toxic wrote it so like... duh. Second of all it's kind of a sidebar to her Raider!Joel series and I'm assuming it kind of comes into play later in that series so like you should read it. Also it's fucking delicious. Raider!Tommy is sooooo fucking hot.

Fall Apart, Again - a Joel series by @wildemaven

AHHHHH THE TWIST!!! Healthy dose of angst right up front in the first chapter with these lovely hints of more to come AND THEN!!! there's a twist. I can't tell you about the twist because that would ruin it, but like I thought I knew what it was, right? And the thing I thought was gonna happen did and I was like oh! I called it. But that was a fakeout. There's a bigger twist. Fucking.... wild man. You gotta read it. (Oh and wildemaven writes so beautifully. The descriptive language is to die for). Get it while it's hot kids.

Breakout - a Joel series by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Boxer (now trainer) Joel!! Reader has an asshole boxer bf! I hope Joel gets to beat the shit out of Tyler tbh. I really fucking love Ren's writing style and the way she builds up the characterization. Like we learn so much about Joel's life and personality, Tyler and Reader's relationship dynamic, Reader's sort of (as yet unknown to them) kinship with Joel, Sarah and Joel's relationship, and more all in 7K words. This fic is going to be so fucking lovely. I think it's one of those "Oh my god that poor man deserves to be happy for once in his miserable little life" fics and I LOVE those.

This is the Way - a Din one shot by @psychedelic-ink

I thought this fic was gonna be silly! And I mean I guess it was. Certainly no angst. But if you think accidentally moaning This is the Way would be silly.... you think wrong. The way Mando responded??? Good god this fic is hot, y'all. I just like... does Din have a breeding kink? Is it the fact that she said it when he creampied her and like... the marriage vow thing is "we will raise warriors" ??? Sorry I'm speculating a lot here. I just... anyway yeah feral din. very hot.

The Art of Healing - a Marcus Pike series by @northernbluess

This is such a gorgeous fic. It has a lot of discussion of ED recovery, so please read warnings and take care of yourself and don't read if it will hurt you BUT!!! The way the topic is handled in the fic is so fucking beautiful. Marcus is a precious angel baby and Jo is so so so strong and wonderful. It's really lovely to follow along with her therapy and see what she paints. It's also incredible watching her bond with Marcus grow. It's a slow burn, therapist x OFC, with lots of angst but also so many of these like... really tender and sweet moments. It's so clearly a story that is coming from the heart and I adore it and can't wait to read more.

Exile - a Javi P series by @jksprincess10

Ok big warning up front -- she killed steve lmao. That's how reader ends up being Javi's partner. I really love how Javi's dickish demeanor from early season one is being played up here. Big fuckin fan. I just know this is gonna be a beautiful smutty enemies to lovers extravaganza.

Only Angel - a Javi P series by @tieronecrush

I really like professor peña. Like it makes a lot of sense that he'd do that after retiring. I love the concept of this fic so much. And the tension is being built up so fucking well. Javi pining and chastising himself. The subtle mention of reader doing something to support herself that is definitely not TAing. I would be more than happy to be Javi's extraneous circumstance. Anywayyyy I fucking love this and I'm so excited for the next chapter ahhhh.

-------------- oldies but goodies ------------

I grabbed a giant chunk off the older half of the sheet so there's a pretty good section where it's just one author lol. Oh and a lot of these are on AO3 but several of the stories were also posted on tumblr, I just read them on AO3 for whatever reason.

One Thing I'm Missing - a Joel series by @joelscruff

Sex, Drugs, and... Tacos - a Dieter one shot by @absurdthirst

Deseos Profundos - Javi P one shot by @absurdthirst

Le Trio De Fleur - a Din one shot by @absurdthirst

Chemical Feelings - a Din one shot by @absurdthirst

Menace - a Joel one shot by @atinylittlepain

I'll Never Fall in Love Again - a Dieter series by OonaJaeAdira (on AO3)

Stress Relief - a Javi P one shot by ezrasbirdie (on AO3)

Waterproof - a Dieter one shot by LeslieLyman (on AO3)

Starlight - a Din Series by LovelessDagger (on AO3)

Let the right one in - a Joel Series by LaMorenadelAtl (on AO3)

Dark but just a game - a Joel One shot by devilmademewriteit (on AO3)

Celestial Navigation - Dieter Series by @write-and-buried

Extra Whipped Cream - a Dieter Series by @pettyprocrastination

----------------------

Happy Reading!

#fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction

42 notes · View notes

toomanybandstocare · 2 years

Text

{Heartbreaker, Pat Benatar}

Program: It's the end of summer, and with that comes the cold front of cozy autumn and chilling confessions. One last bonfire party to spark off heated jealousy. No one though the night would end in tears and blood.

Pairing: Best friend! Eddie Munson x GN, Heartbroken! Reader, Platonic(ish)! Steve Harrington x GN, Platonic(ish)! Reader

Genre: Angst, Heartbreak, Moving on

Warnings: couple of swears, alcohol consumption (Eddie has a sip of beer), references to weed, allusions to sex (nothing graphic), punching (a singular one), heartbreak, moving on, slight jealousy, angst, unrequited love

Length: 1916w

Series Program | Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Counselor Note: Thank you for all the love and reactions to this series <3 My requests are open, so please send any thoughts, requests, or even just pop by to say hi! Hopefully, you all enjoy it. I'm not too sure how I feel about this part- part of me like it, part of me doesn't. Have a lovely day!

The vibrant flares erupt into the night sky as the bonfire ignites to life. Friendly chatter echoes alongside insects humming in late August. With groans about class schedule results and mourning the oncoming cold seasons’ approach, summer comes to an end.

Embers floating to join the twinkling stars seem to only enhance the sparkle of joy in your eyes. Just as the falling ashes suffocate Eddie. It’s as if you were reborn this summer- emerging from the sullen remnants of whatever you may have been going through and now light up in a newly found confidence. Pride swells in him to see you become a step closer to the best version of yourself, and no longer the shell of a human you had been since arriving back home in Hawkins.

But as he watches Steve pull you into a loose headlock to mess your hair and you jokingly swat at his arm, confusion clouds Eddie’s consciousness. For the whole summer, he’s noticed an invisible wall sealing you two off in your own little world. And Eddie can’t help but wince as stinging jealousy burns his throat with a sip of his beer. It begins to boil when Steve takes his newly claimed place by your side. When did it become you and Steve?

Ignoring the intense stare from across the fire, your attention bounces between Johnathan and his visiting friend, Argyle.

“I’m telling you,” Jonathan tries to explain.

“And I’m telling you- there’s nothing, nadda, that can beat the sweet sensation of Purple Palm Tree Delight,” Argyle raises his hands in assumed victory.

A huff of entertained disagreement leaves you, “You’re both incorrect.” Both boy’s soft expressions grow attentive when they look your way. “Clearly neither of you have tried Rick’s newest stock. Calls it ‘Wonderland’. Makes you feel like you’re experiencing everything for the first time. Swear by it.”

Jonathan and Argyle look at you with curious reservation. That’s a bold statement for even the finest connoisseur to make.

Steve chuckles from behind you, “Look, Johnathan, you know me. I don’t smoke anything, usually. But this? Felt like everything was perfect.” His hot breath tickles the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine. “Notta drop of worry or anxiety- just flooded with, well,” he chuckles, sparing an unabashed look at your glowing form, “wonder.”

Crushing metal and aching knuckles breaks Eddie’s concentration from the interaction. Looking down at the crumpled can, he sees that not only his hand is covered in sticky beer but also Chrissy’s. He didn’t even notice her consoling touch.

Pressing a kiss to her temple, Eddie apologizes while getting up to search for something to wipe them clean. Chrissy follows the back of Eddie’s figure as he makes his way into the house after you and Robin. Something gnaws at the back of her mind and tingles with increasing nervous energy.

Fluorescent lights welcome you and Robin in your rummage to find something appealing to eat. An empty stomach this late into the night never mixes well- from personal experience. Cabinets shut with a bump and suggestions tossed cover the sound of a third pair of footsteps entering the house.

“So are we going to address the elephant in the room?” Robin dances around the kitchen.

“What’re you on about?” you peer over at her, but turn to resume your search.

Robin slaps her hands against the countertop and hums, “Oh I don’t know. You and Steve. Sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-.”

You quickly interrupt her song, “It’s nothing like that. We’re just- he’s just- he’s my best friend is all. That’s all.” Your voice grows an octave trying to explain your connection with Steve.

Blood rushes into his ears as Eddie slams the cabinet closed and whips around to face your shocked form. “Oh, so he’s my replacement, huh? I’ve been wondering where I stand in this,” his voice booms with anger. Not yelling, but an intensity bites at you with every word he bellows.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, a pressure building and hammering against your skull, tired from this conversation already. “You're still my best friend, Eddie. I can have more than one.” You cross your arms and face him head on. If this is how he wants this to go down- so be it. You’re not going to hold back. Not anymore.

“Really?” he squints in mock amusement. “Because with the way you’ve fucked off with Harrington and left me,” he shifts from pointing at the back yard towards himself, “It seems like you’ve moved on pretty fast.”

Your fingertips twitch and tingle from the bubbling rage rising in your body. Robin coughs uncomfortably before she scurries to the backyard. A look of panic paints her face when she takes one last look at the scene.

“That’s pretty rich coming from you, Munson,” you spit with venom. A ferocity, one that even strikes fear in Eddie, exudes from you.

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie’s voice drops to dead seriousness.

You let out a cold bark of laughter, “You’re fucking with me, yeah? You cannot actually be this blind to it all.” You stare at him incredulously, his stone-like expression never melts to recognition.

“You really are,” you pause, “Where do I begin?”

Slowly drawing closer to Eddie, you stand toe to toe with him. His big brown eyes, once held your heart hostage, now hold nothing but unease as he looks you square in the eye. Trying to still appear in confident control, Eddie can’t help but swallow every word he wanted to say.

In a very calm, but firm tone, “You disappeared first,” you state, jabbing a finger to his chest with each word. The last one causes a surge of fire to kindle in you, as you observe a flinch to shudder through Eddie.

By this time, Robin had already relayed in a worried ramble what was unfolding inside to the rest of the group. Steve and Chrissy launch themselves towards the house with Johnathan and Argyle following close behind. Vicky and Robin try to reassure the kid’s worried concerns that it’ll work out. Nancy chews on her lip to numb the creeping fear festering in her and watches as a crowd forms at the entrance.

Neither of you notice the small audience, who hang out to your every word, at the sliding door. “I had to hear second hand from Robin and Nance what you were up to when the letters stopped coming and the phone calls went silent,” you hiss. “Only to find out that you got your girl. Fine- you’re in puppy love. Whatever. We have all of summer to catch up, right?” You let out a raspy, dry chuckle. Eddie’s eyes sting in guilt as apprehension pricks his skin, never seeing you so upset.

“Wrong. Every call I made was followed by an empty promise made by a lovesick boy,” you growl. “Hell, Wayne knows what I was up to, only because he stuck long enough to talk.”

Your pointed look pierces through Eddie, “I can take the whole ‘blinded by young love’ thing, but only to an extent. And I fucking did, for Chrissake! Because I’m so happy- truly and genuinely happy that you’re finally being loved and cared for like you deserve.”

Taking a deep breath, you collect oxygen to feed the fire stoking through your veins. “But you’re an inconsiderate fool who I’m done allowing the ability to break my heart. Time and time and time again. All those years,” your voice wobbles fueled by passion, “I have sat and watched you fall so deeply and hopelessly in love with Chrissy. I caught you everytime she looked past you and set her sight on someone else. I was your shoulder to cry on when she agreed to date Carver, of all people. I was the one to pull you out of your head when you thought you weren’t enough. I loved you so authentically that I offered my bleeding heart on a silver platter.” Your chest heaves, blood rushes to your head, adrenaline buzzes through your body.

“But you never spared me a second glance.”

Neither of you could pinpoint who started to cry first. Dizzying, painful realization washed through Eddie. No longer seeing his lost best friend, but instead recognizes the broken lover that finally shattered.

Swallowing deep breaths, your lungs cry for more air and demand for resolution, “I loved you wholly and unconditionally. Only to be tossed to the side and replaced by your girl.” Straightening yourself and moving in the direction of the front door, you make one more point: “Steve caught me when I fell. I will not- absolutely not- tolerate any jab or ill thought you have against him.”

The resounding echo of the front door slamming sends everyone into a flurry. Chrissy pushes past the boys as Jonathan and Argyle struggle to hold back an infuriated Steve. Eddie stands frozen in place by your chilling truth. The sound of Chrissy consoling him falls mute to his ringing ears. He can only focus on the intense wash of shock invading his system. Eyes locked on the tile floor where you once stood.

Steve breaks free of Jonathan and Argyle’s hold and hurls himself in fury to take up the place you occupied moments ago. Seeing the dazed look on Eddie’s face meet his enraged, wild eyes, Steve’s lost all control as everything turns red. Without second thought, Steve grabs the collar of Eddie’s shirt and sends a sickening blow to his face. Crunching bone and gushing blood triggers a new symphony of shocked cries and heated voices.

Pulling Eddie right to his face, Steve can smell the strong scent of iron from the broken bone. He can only hear the agonizing pants pushing past the metalhead’s mouth. He only feels absolute fear and regret from Eddie.

Shoving off grasping hands at his shoulders, Steve shakes Eddie by the collar with both hands. One side now stained with the owner’s blood. Eyes ablazed and looking right in Eddie’s pained look of acceptance, Steve grits through barred teeth: “I picked up the pieces you didn’t even know you broke.”

With one last jostle, Steve drops Eddie to the ground and makes his leave. “Don’t even think about trying any shit. No apology can make up for the pain you caused.”

Rushing outside, Steve’s eyes dart over the small sea of cars parked in the driveway. His gaze locks onto yours just as you look up from starting the family car. Adrenaline gives him the extra speed to make it into the passenger seat as the group of friends flood out the front door.

“Drive- fucking drive,” Steve exclaims with a laughter of disbelief.

Without question, you floor it in reverse and make your escape. The stereo blocks out their calls and shouts to come back. To explain what the hell just happened. “You gonna tell me what happened when I left?” you probe after a few minutes of excited tension.

“Don’t know what you mean,” Steve shoots you his mischievous smile.

You hum unconvinced by his teasing words and take his tattered hand to press a soft kiss to his bruised and bloody knuckles.

“What’s the soundtrack to our getaway?” Steve inquires, not letting go of your hand. Gently rubbing circles across your knuckles to soothe your slight shaking. Pride glowing in his already lit up eyes at your satisfied smile.

“Heartbreaker, by Pat Benatar,” you victoriously declare.

315 notes · View notes

tarisilmarwen · 10 months

Text

Rebels Rewatch: "Wings of the Master"

Hera focus this time 'round, let's go flying.

Technically not a Friendship Fetch Quest episode, at least in terms of allies specifically for the Ghost crew. We DO gain an ally, but he and his creation are really more useful to the wider Rebellion at large. That is also a major recurring theme of the show: Building up the Rebellion piece by piece, ship by ship, cell by cell, person by person.

Not entirely sure why Kallus is heading up an Imperial blockade, that doesn't usually seem his area of expertise.

I think we're supposed to understand that Empire learned about them trying to smuggle aid to Ibaar and enacted the blockade to capture/destroy them but... honestly they just seem really really petty about preventing this one planet in particular from getting food.

It's always weird when one of the background bit roles is clearly just Steve Blum or Freddie Prince Jr.

Hera taking control and barking orders at everyone one by one, a nice hint foreshadowing that she's our focal character for today.

Sad Hera makes the heart hurteth. :(

Oooh, really liking this 360 dolly shot around the briefing holodisplay and the way the harp notes almost seem like they're in time with Rex's steps.

Kanan volunteers Hera for the mission to retrieve the B-wing and booooooooy the bad takes I had to see about that. Fandom could not give the boys a break, always took some of the most reaching uncharitable interpretations of everything they did.

(Fortunately most of them went away after the Season Two finale, with occasional hiccups.)

All I'm gonna say is that it was clear from the action prologue and basically the entirety of how Hera'd been acting that she was tunnel visioning and needed to be broken out of that single-goal mindset, or at least redirected to go after the solution that would actively help.

I do wonder if the reason Hera was so unusually determined to blunt force her way past the blockade had anything to do with her Clone Wars experiences. Ryloth was blockaded and starved out as well.

You know, after the crap he dealt with last episode it's really kind of nice to see Ezra feeling and acting lighter, he seems much less stressed.

Also this whole exchange is hilarious. Love Ezra banging on Chopper's dome and then pretending he didn't do it.

A new cue starts up here, a bit akin to the "Victory" leitmotif, sounds like snare drums handling the beat there maybe. Makes it sound a bit more exotic.

This whole sequence has some great camerawork and blocking. Really makes you feel the speed and wind and hard turns.

I appreciate that they could have played Zeb's weight tilting the ship dangerously off the edge for laughs but didn't, they stayed very serious throughout.

Quarrie is obviously named after Ralph McQuarrie, one of the big concept artists for the Original Trilogy. A nice little homage.

There's this really pretty quality to how Quarrie's irises are painted. Rebels' eye models are always so detailed and vibrant and look like a lot of hard work to make so consistently lovely, I totally get why the animators sometimes went out of their way to avoid doing them lol.

I'm frankly still a little confused by Quarrie's initial refusal to let them take the B-wing. I guess he was doing a Secret Test Of Character and once he heard why Hera was motivated to fly he decided she was up to snuff?

The set design for Quarrie's shipyard is nice though.

A little bit of Hera backstory! Honestly, I never thought Hera as a character needed much explanation; What we get about her motivation and past in this episode is pretty much all we need. (We get more obviously when we meet her dad but that's kind of a bonus.) Hera is straightforward (passionate about flying, channeled her skills and passion into the Rebellion) and her character arc is nearly already complete by the time we meet her, only missing that reconciliation with her father.

She doesn't have as many character struggles but then she doesn't exactly need them. She knows who she is, what she wants, what motivates her, and there's something to be said for that kind of self-assuredness.

The show would shake up her foundations later, as things got more serious but for now this was just enough character exploration to satisfy.

Anyway, Hera's speech is what Quarrie was waiting for, apparently, and he lets her test fly the B-wing.

This beautiful sweeping cue I think might be Hera's theme. It first turns up in this episode and has played periodically throughout.

I know a lot of fans have praised this flying sequence so let me just add to the chorus, it's really good. You get a solid sense of the speed and maneuverability of the B-wing.

Lol Sabine and Quarrie spatting over who's going to modify and refine the B-Wing.

The Phantom gets a mid-season upgrade, now capable of hyperspace travel on its own, independent of the Ghost, a feature which gets puts to a LOT of use the rest of the season as Kanan and Ezra split off from the rest more and more.

Running a blockade stationed on one side of a planet might seem weird when there's a whole back half of the planet that's not blocked off but remember, hyperspace lanes are a thing, it takes more work and effort to chart new paths through hyperspace than it does to just use the existing lane, which will only let you out at a certain spot. All the Empire has to do is sit in front of that spot to prevent you from maneuvering around and outflanking them.

The new Rebel Alliance cue that we heard in the first season finale makes an appearance to herald Hera's arrival.

"Oh shit that's my wife, lol y'all screwed now."

And the B-wing takes out a huge chunk of one of the Imperial cruisers. This is why developing the TIE Defenders became so important, never underestimate the importance of fighter superiority.

The success of the mission prompts Sato to promote Hera officially to Phoenix Leader and everyone looks so proud of her. As they should lol.

This is one of my husband's favorite episodes. If we're consuming Rebels like comfort food it's one of the ones he tends to pick. The man likes starfighters and the B-wing is his favorite, what can I say?

It's not a very complicated episode but it's beautiful and leaves me feeling light and happy.

Sabine's turn for basic backstory and minor character development is next and... well I'll just comment about it when I get there.

#star wars #star wars rebels #rebels rewatch #liveblog #ezra bridger #agent kallus

37 notes · View notes

mortiaddams13 · 1 year

Text

I genuinely cannot stop thinking about mid-20s Eddie owning a type writer for the aesthetic of it and because it’s more manageable to him than having a pen and ink because he got ink all over himself and his paper and his handwriting has always been almost too messy to read. And although Eddie fucks up on his typewriter quite often at least it’s always legible and he can just redo the page and (hopefully) get it right this time around. Plus he picked up writing because he would rather stab himself with a butter knife than wake Wayne during the day by practicing playing or doing DnD at the trailer so he needed to pick up a hobby that he loved and was quiet and writing was perfect for him. And he gets so into writing that he blocks out the world when he writes, sometimes it’s past DnD campaigns and sometimes it’s future ones written like a story. And Steve and Eddie are friends but nothing more yet. Steve occasionally comes by to say hi and Eddie would always answer the door and complain that Steve didn’t need to be so polite about it he can just come in but Steve being the gentleman never does. Then one day Steve drops by with some fresh groceries because Wayne asked him to grab a few for the place that day because he was too tired from his night shift to get them (he called at around 6am and Steve happened to be awake and Wayne passed out immediatey after, knowing Eddie wouldn’t be awake until at least 11:30). Steve, hauling the groceries, knocks on the door, waiting for Eddie. He doesn’t answer so he anxiously uses the doorbell one single time because he’s afraid of waking Wayne but the only thing that can wake Wayne is Eddie singing or playing his guitar or screaming at DnD with his friends, so the doorbell doesn’t even make him twitch. But it doesn’t make Eddie, either. He’s excited to see Eddie, as he always is to come and visit his crush, his heart beating happily in his chest as though it’s skipping, and he waits patiently. Eddie just sits at his little desk, cleared of trash and miscellaneous crap so he can have his typewriter out from where he stores it in its box in his closet and he’s writing away. Far too engrossed to hear a single thing or even remember which reality he’s actually in. So, finally, Steve just takes Eddie’s words to heart and opens the door himself, storing away the groceries that need to go into the fridge or freezer, and leaves the rest on the counter, not wanting to intrude by putting them all away. But where is Eddie? He knows-or at least is fairly certain-that Eddie is here since his Van is outside, but it’s so quiet inside the trailer that he wonders exactly what’s going on. Anxiety eats at him, memories of Season 4 flashing back to him and he quietly rushes through the trailer, inspecting every single room, praying that neither he nor Eddie are trapped in a Vecna vision even though he knows they’ve killed him already. Finally, he goes Eddie in his room. Just when he opens his mouth to get after the guy he spots the typewriter, sees how completely engrossed he is in what he’s writing and he watches, surprised for a few moments, that Eddie even has a hobby like writing. He comes closer to read it over his shoulder, and stays there for a few minutes until Eddie finishes writing, Steve feeling warm and fuzzy the entire time because there’s a character that’s described exactly the same as him but with a different name romancing Eddie’s DnD character. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” Steve asks, but his smile is dazzling, he’s holding the page Eddie just set down where Steve’s character and Eddie’s kiss and he turns bright red, mouth gaping like a fish out of water trying to explain to Steve or make excuses but nothing comes out of his mouth. Steve lets him struggle for about thirty seconds before he moves in, moving closer to Eddie, reenacting the page he’s holding, and their lips are so close that their lips brush, Eddie instantly starts to pucker up and Steve grins at him. “You know, I’ve liked you for a while but I never expected it to be mutual at all.” Steve teases and when Eddie gasps a little in surprise, he moves closer, pressing their lips together and setting the page down so he can gently lift Eddie up by the hips and then ass to stand up, kissing him tenderly before it turns ravishing, Eddie’s practically seeing stars, never having expected anything like this and he’s even more certain that he’s completely head over heels for Steve.

#author Eddie #Eddie munson #Steve Harrington #Steddie #Eddie munson x Steve Harrington #writing au #writer au #soft steve harrington #gay #mlm

68 notes · View notes

dual1pa · 1 year

Text

haunted house

found this in my drafts lol

steve harrington x reader (using she/her pronouns)

warnings: friends to lovers type beat, swearing, going through a haunted house, y/n being scared and holding onto her bff steve for dear life

requests are always open

her favorite season was autumn for many reasons: cooler weather, sweaters, boots, leaves changing colors but most importantly: Halloween. she loved horror movies, decorating the outside of her home with scary-ish decorations, and handing out candy to kids in cute and creative costumes. She didn't, however, like haunted houses. She loved watching horror movies on her mid-sized television but didn't like feeling like she was in one.

her best friend, steve harrington, took her to one. he didn't force her, but bribed her.

"c'mon, it'll be fun," he exclaimed, "i'll be there to protect you from all the scary monsters, ghosts, zombies, and whatnot."

She hesitated but agreed knowing how much steve loved going through corn mazes—haunted or not.

Hawkins had an annual haunted house and corn maze for older teenagers and adults and one smaller corn maze for the kiddos. It was set up in a giant field just right outside of town. It was a popular attraction as everyone said it was actually scary.

It was crowded for a Friday night. people of all ages came out to pick pumpkins, go through the giant corn maze, and get themselves scared in the haunted house. She stands close to Steve as they move closer and closer to purchasing their tickets.

Of course, she had a massive crush on Steve. Steve and she had a special friendship as they'd known each other for almost a decade. He felt comfortable around her—as did she. They slept in the same bed, and always had their arms around each other. They loved each other... but as friends. She was terrified that if he found out her true feelings for her, things would be so different in their friendship.

"Hi... two tickets for the haunted house and corn maze please," steve asked the employee.

She handed him the tickets and said "have fun" in the most creepy way possible. She held on to Steve's arm tighter as they walked over to wait in another line. The way he was holding her was quite convincing to others that they were way more than friends.

The screams of others got louder and louder as they inched closer to the entrance. She felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest.

"You ready?" Steve questioned as the employee held the door open for them.

"No!"

It was quiet at first, screams on a loop are playing at a volume. purple, white and green lights flashed, but it was mostly dark. Someone in a costume jumped out at them, causing her to scream and hide her face in steve's jacket. he couldn't help but laugh at how scared she was. he also felt important and loved due to her believing that he would protect the person scaring her.

they continued their walk through the house. she instantly regretted her decision as it felt like the scare actors were coming after just her. she wrapped her arms around steve's neck like they were hugging. her breath shaky on his neck.

steve spotted the exit and quickly wound his way through the animatronics, scare actors, and strobe lights as fast as he could with her around his arms. he was a bit nervous she would have a panic attack if they didn't get out quickly.

As soon as she felt the cool autumn breeze, she let go of steve and apologized for being so touchy-feely in the haunted house.

"It's okay," he told her, "Are you okay though? You freaked out a bit more than I thought you would."

She shrugged her shoulders, "It definitely was scarier than I thought. And like kids go through that? Jesus."

He chuckled, "Well if you don't want to do the haunted corn maze, that's okay. I don't want you to feel scared or anything."

"Would you be mad if I said I'll pass?"

"Of course not, I love you."

He froze. she froze. his eyes were wide open, wondering if he really just said that out loud. She wondered if he actually meant it as a real "I love you" or just an "oh love you as a friend," but it definitely felt like the first one.

"I," he stuttered, "I'm so sorry I said that I don't know what I was thinking it kind of just slipped out."

She smiled, "If you meant it as a legitimate 'I love you' then I love you, too."

Before he could respond, she grabbed his jacket and pulled him in close to her so she could kiss him. When their lips connected, they both relaxed. Everything felt perfect.

"So, can I officially ask you to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes Steve, I'll be your girlfriend," she smiled and kissed him once again.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #my writing #my writings #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x y/n

74 notes · View notes

onetoomanyfilms · 2 years

Text

Stay Alive - Part I

Steve Harrington x gn!maxfield!reader

Hello gorgeous humans! It’s that time of year again where I write whatever rubbish my brain conjures up. And this time round, Stranger Things is where I’m at! So here you go, a Steve Harrington imagine that is angsty, fluffy and all the bits inbetween. Enjoy!!

Summary: you’re in the gang during the events of Season 4 when you are captured by Jason and the Jocks. As you’re awaiting whatever hell they are going to put you through, you remember back to different moments with Steve. (2,276 words)

warnings: SEASON 4 SPOILERS, angst, injuries, lil doses of fluff, violence, hints/nods to torture, not proof read so continues at your own peril

links: masterlist part two

-------------------------------------------------- 🌙

Your feet scuffled along the floor as you wriggled in their grip. You shouldn’t, couldn’t be here. They were risking their lives by being in the Upside Down, by fighting Vecna and all you had to do was guard the front porch of Victor Creel’s house whilst Max and Lucas were the bait. But they leaped out from the bushes before you could even scream for help. You were powerless against them. Hell, it was weird to think you were able to fight inter-dimensional monsters better than bloody high school bullies. But here you were.

‘Well, well. Thank you boys.’ Jason’s voice echoes through what seems to be an abandoned diner. The one just on the edge of Hawkins near the woods.

‘I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re…’ you pant out.

‘Oh no,’ he stalks forward, hand reaching behind into his back pocket revealing a gun, ‘you don’t get to talk.’

You feel you body tense up, the other boys’ grips still firmly on your arms. You could feel bruises already rising all over your body, your ankle yelling in agony from the boys resisting your struggle. Knowing your luck you’ve probably broken it.

As you survey the room looking for any sign of an exit point, you recognise the seats and interior. This is where you first met Steve. Summer of ‘82.

--------------------------------------------------

You didn’t live here at the time. Didn’t even really know the name Hawkins. But it was summer and your mom wanted to come down for a surprise trip, just the three of you. Max being the preteen she was, completely loved to annoy your mother to the ends of the earth. That left mom chasing her around the town a lot of the time. So one night, you took yourself to the nearest place for food you could find. That was the diner.

It wasn’t much but it was somewhere to sit and eat some pretty decent diner food. It would’ve been an unremarkable night, if it wasn’t for the swoopy haired boy who walked through the door.

You could say now that it made your heart skip a beat or that you were mesmerised by him. But honestly, you took no notice. Sure, you could appreciate he wasn’t a bad looking guy, but he was a stranger, just another person coming into the diner for some peaceful food. So as you heard the little bell chime at the door, you glanced up for a moment before turning back to your food.

It wasn’t until later, when you were heading up to grab a milkshake, that anything happened. You stopped to look at the jukebox, wondering if they had ‘Only You’ by Yazoo on there. Yes. They had it. Reaching into your pocket, you scrounged for some change to get this machine working. All you could find were some notes. As you began searching for a second time, you started to realise you used all your change up at the arcade. Dig Dug ate those coins but it was worth it, Max’s face always lit up.

Just as you’re about to give up, change is placed onto the glass top of the jukebox. As you looked up the arm placing them, there he was. Goofy smile, beautiful hair and ridiculously kind eyes. Steve Harrington.

You knew nothing about him, not his name nor his age, but there he was. Coming with a handful of change and leaving with a piece of your heart.

‘Here.’

He kept his voice light, kind. Not wanting to startle you too much but still wanting to help. ‘Which song was it that you wanted?’

‘Oh umm,’ you stutter, unsure what to say,’I… umm I don’t mind really. Just anything but this.’ Currently ‘You Make My Dreams’ by Hall and Oates was playing.

‘Excuse me,’ he grinned with a breathy laugh,’but this song is an instant classic.’

‘I’m sorry.’ You hold your hands up in surrender. ‘I guess the classics just aren’t my style.’ He laughed, a glint in his eye. But as you stared at each other the cheesy pop song still played through the tinny speakers of the diner. And part of you knew then that this boy was going to mess your life right up.

DING. The diner bell snapped you both out of it. ‘I was actually just going to go grab a milkshake-’ You began to back away, thumb pointing towards the counter. When out of the blue, your heart swelled, your stomach tightened and with an overwhelming sense of bravery you uttered the words: ‘Would you like one?’

It took him by surprise, as least that’s what he told you afterward. At the time, he kept his cool, face of steel but a smile tracing his features, a glimpse of red washing over his cheeks. ‘I’d love one please.’

‘Sure.’ And for a moment you stood there, both of you giggling under your breath. You waited for his choice of flavour but he was too preoccupied. I was just lost in your eyes is how he would describe it.

‘Oh, vanilla please.’

‘On it.’ You saluted as you fully turned toward the counter. Ordering two milkshakes, one vanilla and one strawberry. Passing over a few notes to the guy across the counter. And that’s when you heard it.

‘Looking through a window above, it’s like a story of love. Can you hear me?’

Twirling around, eyes bright, you saw Steve leaning against the jukebox queueing up whatever song he wanted next. You wondered if he knew, or if he just guessed but there it was playing over those crappy speakers. And for a second, you couldn’t help the little warmth that spread thorugh your cheeks.

‘Here you go hun.’

You mumbled out a thank you before grabbing the glasses. A ridiculous grin covered your face as you walked towards Steve, that goofy smile you’d grow to love plastered all over his face.

‘This better?’

‘Perfect.’

--------------------------------------------------

Little did you know you’d have moved to this exact town two years later and now be here again. This time in a very different situation.

‘You know what,’ Jason starts, a grin spreading across his face as he twirls the gun in his hand, ‘Harrington’s gonna love it when he finds you here.’ He places the gun down gently on the side. ‘Unfortunately, we’ll knock him and the little shits out before they can even hear you breathe.’

‘You son of a bitch.’ You scream as you pull out of Andy’s grip, reaching for the gun. But all you can manage is one step away from the jock before they’re all on you. They were expecting that, that’s what they wanted. Which is why three of the boys jump and pin you to the floor so quickly you could’ve never gotten away. Jason’s on your back, one hand wrapped tightly around your wrists whilst the other is strangling the back of your neck. Your face grating against the concrete, a harsh warmth spreading through your cheekbone. That one’s gonna bruise. Suddenly, your head is being lifted off the ground and the sounds of footsteps coming slowly closer pulls you to attention. They stop just in front of you face, the dirty gym trainers close enough you could count the stiches on the seams. They bend down and a long piece of material, you can’t imagine what, comes down and is wrapped around your mouth. ‘Stop!’ You move as much as you can, writhing in pain as your whole body is trapped. ‘NO! Please don’t…’ It covers your mouth, quickly becoming damp with the tears and blood that is streaming down your face.

‘I thought I told you that you don’t get to talk. You can blame your boyfriend of yours for dragging you into this whole mess.’ You sucked in a breath, even if you could try and tell these idiots the truth but they would never believe it, wouldn’t understand any of it. But Steve’s words echoed through your mind.

--------------------------------------------------

You finished redressing his wounds. ‘I’m sorry, it’s almost over.’ You bite your bottom lip. ‘I’m almost done, just a few more seconds I promise.’ As he was sat on the bathroom counter, he leaned his head into the crook of you neck and elbow with one hadn holding onto your waist to help him balance. The first aid kit was strewn all over the side as you had dug through trying to find anything that could help. Anything that could keep him going for just a bit longer.

With the last piece of tape, you secured the bandage and he let out a whimpered breath.

‘Are you ok?’

He looked up at you, droppy-eyed. ‘Of course.’

The look on your face changed from fear to playful annoyance. ‘Come on,’ you put your hands on either side of his face,’it’s me. You don’t have to play strong anymore.’

You’d spoken about it before: the responsibilty of the babysitter. And you’d told him that with you, he never had to fake strength when all he needed to do was rant, scream, cry. So to you, he never hid or pretended. He just was.

‘I’ll be ok.’ He hesitated, manoveouring himself so both his hands encased your waist, pulling you closer to him. ‘I guess I’m just realising that this is it. This is the final round and I’m scared that the second we walk out that door, I’m going to have to let you go when all I want is to go back to two days ago. Driving down the highway, speakers blaring out your crappy music and you there, holding my hand whilst singing so loudly and so ridiculously out of tune-’

You pushed against his grip in protest, giggling lightly, ‘I wasn’t that bad.’

‘But I didn’t care,’ he shook his head as he leaned it against your forehead,’I only cared about being with you and being alive. And I guess I just wished it could’ve been that way forever, you know?’

You pause, a weighted silence letting him know you understand.‘You’re cheesy, you know that?’

‘I know.’ And for a few seconds you stayed there, breathing in each other. Putting off the inevitable.

‘Stay alive, ok?’ He nudged you with his nose, a lone tear falling down his cheek.

You took your thumb and wiped it away. ‘As long as you do to.’

‘Always.’

--------------------------------------------------

Stay alive.

Those were the words that rang through your head. And you were darn right gonna do so.

‘Chance, I always forget… how many bones in the human body?’

You can hear the poison on his lips: He was out for blood.

‘I don’t know,’ a breath, ‘let’s count.’

Your screams are muffled by the fabric over your mouth. Chance slowly walks towards you, clicking his knuckles. What a douchebag. Whilst being tortured wasn’t on your to-do list, if it stops them from going after Eddie, from ruining the plan to save the freaking world: you’d suffer. Besides, you were the co-babysitter, it’s what you do.

Stay alive.

You close your eyes, nose heavily breathing against the fabric. He inches his way towards you, each of his footsteps echoing in the abandoned diner.

Stay alive.

You can smell the sweaty fabric of the shoes now, they’re right under your nose.

Stay alive.

Suddenly, there’s a gust of wind, a loud thump and a crash onto the floor.

‘That’s one.’

The voice makes you open your eyes anxiously. And there he is. Steve. Dirty-as-heck, cuts-and-bruises-all-over, hair-the-messiest-it’s-ever-been Steve. But your Steve. And nothing and no one could ever change that.

Robin and Nancy are quick to follow behind, the three of them looking like some sort of off-brand ‘Powerpuff Girls’. Looking around for a moment, you notice that Chance is blacked out. Steve knocked him out cold. That’s my captian. With a grin he takes a breath.

‘You think I can count a few more?’

The group of jocks pounce, leaving you restraint free on the floor. Jason lunges for Steve but he’s quick to dodge out of the way. You try to regain sense of your body and work to push life back into your joints, wiggling your fingers and toes. Gently, you peel yourself off the floor, using the table nearest to you as leverage to lift yourself up. Just as you see Andy stalking towards you. You’ve got nothing left in you but as you look around, everyone’s fighting their own battles and this one, you’ve gotta deal with yourself.

You look around you for something, anything to use. Just as you manage to focus your eyes, Andy begins sprinting towards you. You re-place your hands on the table, hoping the stability will allow you take whatever is coming. Then you feel it. The slick cold metal, the weighted handle. The gun.

You grasp it in your hand for dear life, hoping your muscles get the message. Don’t. Let. Go. And as Andy swings for you, you whack to cold weapon against his head.

Putting in all the might you have left, all the willpower you can muster with a ferocious scream. It meets his cheek, knocking him to the ground. A few teeth joining him. He’s unconcious.

As the thud of his body hitting the floor echoes through the room, you look around. The others have turned to see what was happening. Just like that, the other jocks run. Out of the doors they’d once so victoriously brought you in through. You turn to Steve, looking for confirmation that they were done, that it worked.

But all you can comprehend is the overwhelming fear and panic in his eyes before the world goes black.

-------------------------------------------------- 🌙

links: masterlist part two

ask box and requests are always open <3

223 notes · View notes

dearhargrove · 2 years

Text

sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

◗ ʙɪʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ

Heat my fav <;3 2,974 words

→ basically the sauna scene from season 3 but with you. Also, I changed the events a bit so beware

Heat 2 1,384 words

→ After the events in the sauna and you waking up again, you and Billy enjoy some time alone. Well, as alone as you can be with six kids standing in the doorway.

beat up (by love)

→ You and Billy had been secretly dating for 2 months when he comes to school to find you in the middle of Carol and her friends.

Stranger things have happened in the nighttime 4,465 words

→ You can’t shake off the unpleasant feeling in your stomach the closer you seem to get to “Watergate” as Dustin named it.

fights and sleep overs 973 words

→ that scene in S2 E8 where Neill finds out Billy didn’t babysit Max and gets super mad. You’re hiding under his bed as you and Billy had forgotten the time and you had stayed too late.

Not being able to stand Neil’s bullshit, you step in. (Dialogue between Billy and Neil not accurate)

Stuck request about 5.8k

→ Losing you was probably, no, definitely Billy’s biggest mistake - and he’s made a lot of mistakes in his life. Whenever he sees Max and her friends, he thinks back to you saving all of them, in a ‘mall fire’ as it was known to the public. When the murdering starts again and he travels with the others he doesn’t inform anyone when he starts hearing the clock too. After all, death meant being with you in the end, right?

losing control request 1,170 words

→ Driving home from a date leads to a car crash. Not seeing any severe injuries you go on your way, only for you to start losing control.

seeking comfort 2,186 words

→ You’re uncomfortable after a few guys catcall you. Seeing Billy still at his car, likely waiting for Max, you go to him for comfort.

Suffocating in your love 3,235 words

→ One of Billy’s friends goes too far while drunk and ends up choking you. Close to passing out Billy comes to your rescue.

Shy 3,950 words

→ You were the quiet girl with a fancy car that everyone knew but no one really knew - and it intrigued him.

Cry baby, cry baby request

→ One of Billy’s friends makes an offhanded comment about you and when reaching out for your amused boyfriend he pushes you away - leading to a fight and flustered Billy coming to apologize after.

Love you so bad request 2,324 words

→ After another typical fight with Billy, you end things once and for all.

Leaving tonight request 1,303 words

→ request: So never done this before lol, but i was wondering if you could do a Billy H (from stranger things) X Reader. Where readers parents are abusive and find out she's bisexual (maybe b/c someone told them, idk) and she goes to Billy, since their dating and he already new about it, for comfort. And its all fluff??

Change of heart request

→ Dustin never liked Billy, but he definitely didn’t like you dating Billy. Until said boy shows up on the brink of losing consciousness but still manages to swoon over you. Yeah, that might have changed Dustin’s mind.

(Un)welcome surprise request about 1k

→ Being the most popular girl and cheerleader meant tons of attention. But the only attention that counts was that of your boyfriend, which the school finds out in a rather surprising way.

Getting through request 2007 words

→ When your mission fails and hundreds of Demodogs (as Dustin had named them) attack, Billy and Steve are quick to put their rivalry aside and help you. You don’t come out completely unscathed - at least not mentally.

Closer and closer request 2,783 words

→ Getting closer to Billy meant feeling more and more bothered by how little you knew about whatever lifestyle he had going on. So, you pretend to know what it was like to drink regularly, smoke and, well, sleep with someone.

Injured 707 words

→ You’re clumsy and trip over your own feet, due to the hurry you’re in to not be late to school. Spraining it wasn’t your intention. or, Billy gets incredibly protective when he finds he has to get you to the hospital instead of school.

Caring 858 words

→ Just as Billy is about to ask you out, he watches another dude make a move on you. He couldn’t let that happen - so he solves it in his usual way.

You're the only one I got my sights on request 1,342 words

→ Billy has always been known to never be with a girl for more than one night. When whatever it was between you and him evolves into more he reassures you he only wants you - no matter his reputation.

Lazy day request 1,175 words

→ just some sweet, soft moments with Billy!

hugs & pizza 993 words

→ you had a shitty day, but what are boyfriends there for if not cheering you up (and getting you pizza)?

Cliché Christmas? request 664 words

→ Billy came over after you called him asking to, expecting you just wanting to cuddle or something. Now he was in the kitchen making hot chocolate and listening to you rant about Christmas movies.

Inexperienced request 600 words

→ You loved him and you were sure of it. He was sweet, romantic and respectful (if he wanted to). Yes, he came with trauma and emotional baggage, but he tried his best. So why was it so hard to forget your inexperience and kiss him?

Neck pain request 637 words

→ Your neck has been aching recently so Billy decides to come over and take of you

◗ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʏᴇʀs

Spring in California

→ Being the new girl in school was by far the worst thing. Not only did you have no friends, but everyone picked at you for fun. That changes, when two new students from Hawkins arrive and you quickly become closer than expected to them.

a little bit in love with you request 1,044 words

→ On your way to confess to your best friend you would’ve never expected hearing him admit his feelings for someone - seemingly - else. Heartbreak (and one big misunderstanding) ensue.

about that day request 6,141 words

→ Becoming friends with Will was the best thing that had ever happened to you. Him telling you he wished he never met you, broke you. So, meeting him again after months could never end well, right?

Again and again request 813 words

→ request: can i request a will byers with male reader where will has a reoccurring nightmare surrounding the reader and when he sees the reader since the nightmare he starts crying and you comfort him.

Hot Summer nights request 647 words

→ You and Will spent some time together the day before Dustin arrives.

◗ ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴsᴏɴ

Pizza, guitars and D&D request

→ after escaping the lab you wander around the woods of Hawkins. Getting lost and a boy with curly hair and the biggest, brown eyes finding you was never in your plans. Not that you mind.

D&D with the freaks request 864 words

→ Being with Eddie was one of the best things, if not the best things that ever happened to you.

2 AM 1,018 words

→ Eddie finds out you don’t have a place to stay the night after a fight with your parents. He doesn’t hesitate to pick you up.

Batle 3,712 words

→ After escaping from the lab you get sucked into the Upside Down, searching for somewhere to hide you find a trailer, what better place could there be? There they find you, hidden away in Eddie’s home.

◗ sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʜᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ

Jealousy, Jealousy request about 1k

→ While waiting for your best friend’s sister - Max - your boyfriend gets jealous and afterwards insecure. It’s up to you to make him feel better.

◗ sᴇʀɪᴇs

Spring in California (Will Byers x f!reader)

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #will byers #will byers x reader #billy hargrove x reader

279 notes · View notes