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allthingsfangirl101 · 1 year

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*Post-Practice Cool Down–Steve Harrington

Warnings: unprotected sex, shower sex, rough/kinky sex, language

Billy Hargrove came to Hawkins and immediately tried to take over. The girls loved him and the guys hated him. From the second he met Steve, he made it his life mission to get in his head. And he had two ways to do this; through basketball and me.

We've been friends since kindergarten after Steve stood up for me when Tommy kept pulling my pigtails. During freshman year, my crush finally asked me out. I was so excited but after two dates, I caught him making out with another girl.

I was so heartbroken I ran home from school that day. A little later, Steve came climbing through my window. He sat with me all night and kept saying what a douche the guy was and that I deserved better. I fell asleep in his arms. Right as I fell asleep, I heard him whisper that he loved me.

The next day at school I was awkward and nervous around him. He asked me at lunch what was going on and I couldn't tell him. He dragged me to the baseball field and we sat down on the bleachers. He pushed me to tell him what was wrong.

~•~

"Come on, Y/N," Steve sighed as he grabbed my hand. "You gotta talk to me. I'm your best friend. I know when something's wrong."

"I heard you," I whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

"After Luke cheated on me, you came over," I started to recount. "You stayed with me all night and. . . Right before I fell asleep, I heard you whisper something."

"Oh," Steve mumbled, catching on. I felt him readjust his grip on my hand.

"It's okay," I said quickly. Steve looked at me, instantly studying me.

"It is?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "Because I. . . I mean we've. . . I do."

"You do?" Steve asked, scooting closer to me.

"I do," I whispered. I gasped when Steve leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. Smiling, I slowly started kissing him back. We got lost in the kiss. The only thing that brought us out of it was the bell ringing.

~•~

Ever since Billy came to town, Steve's been kind of tense. He's been almost defensive. No matter what I do, nothing seems to help.

I sat and watched the boys play basketball, cringing when Steve slowly started getting frustrated. He kept making eye contact with me. Whenever he did, his eyes softened. But then Billy would say something and Steve would get angry all over again.

I jumped when Billy pushed Steve to the ground. I sat at the edge of my seat when Billy went to help Steve up. He whispered something before roughly pushing him back down. Steve was fuming as he went to the boy's locker room.

I waited for Steve but he was taking longer than normal. When everyone else had gone home, Steve still hadn't come out. Sighing, I grabbed my backpack and headed into the locker room. I could hear the water running.

"You know something, Harrington?" Billy laughed. I peeked around the corner to see Billy turning off Steve's shower. "I gotta give you some props. That girl of yours? Y/N? She's pretty sexy. Sexier than you, that's for sure. She's too good for you. Maybe I should. . ."

"If you go anywhere near my Y/N," Steve started to threaten.

"You know, if she ever wants someone to show her a real good time, have her give me a call."

Billy smirked before leaving the showers. I tucked into a stall as Billy got dressed and left. When he was gone, I finally snuck out. I walked around to the showers and saw Steve angrily hit his shower head and turn it back on. I bit my lip, unable to stop myself from looking over my boyfriend's wet body.

I found his locker and slowly took off my shirt and jeans. Still in my underwear, I walked back to the showers. I double-checked that we were alone before walking into the showers.

"You're wasting water."

Steve turned around, unable to stop himself from checking me out as I slipped out of my underwear. "What are you doing here?" He panicked, quickly turning off the water. "Y/N, this is the boy's shower."

"Exactly," I giggled as I reached up to take off my bra. Steve chewed on his bottom lip as he watched me unhook it in the front.

"Baby," he stuttered. "What if. . ."

"No one else is here," I said softly as I stepped towards him. I smirked as I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at my eyes, not my breasts. "You're all hot, baby. You need to cool down."

Steve moaned as I grabbed his shoulders and lifted my leg. He bit his lip as he grabbed my leg, pulling me closer to him.

"Everyone left a long time ago," I whispered.

"Good," Steve grunted as he pushed me up against the wall. He instantly attached his lips to mine.

Our lips moved messily in sync as we pulled our bodies close together. Soon, we were grinding in our usual rough and smooth rhythm. Steve squeezed my thigh, pulling me closer as he pushed into me. I broke the kiss and moaned as he started thrusting in and out of me.

Steve leaned down and pressed his face between my breasts. I swore under my breath as he played hockey with his tongue and my nipple.

"Oh baby," I moaned loudly.

Steve broke the kiss and roughly pulled out of me. He turned me around and pushed me up against the wall. My hands were pressed against the shower wall as Steve lined himself up.

"Fuck, baby girl," he swore as he pushed into me.

I leaned back against him as he snuck his hands around my body. He slid his hands up my stomach until he found my breasts. He squeezed them as he pulsed in and out of me. Steve slowly pulled out of me, making me gasp in pain.

"Sorry, baby," he whispered. "You know I can't control myself around you. It takes everything in me not to take you to the bathroom and devour you every day I see you."

I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I don't mind you being rough with me," I whispered. "It makes me feel sexy."

"Good," he groaned. "Because you are, baby girl. You're my sexy little kitty cat."

"And your my protective big dog," I whispered standing on my toes, purposefully pushing my body against his.

"Fuck yeah I am," he said darkly.

"Stevie?"

"Yes, baby girl?"

"Turn the water back on."

"Yes ma'am," he moaned.

I gasped, arching my back when he pushed into me as he leaned over and turned on the water. We let out surprised gasps that turned into lust-filled laughs as the water washed over us.

Steve looked into my eyes and smirked. He pushed me back against the shower, making me choke on my moan. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer to me.

He looked directly into my eyes as he pushed into me. I grabbed his face and brought his lips down to mine. Our lips instantly started moving roughly in sync as he began thrusting into me.

"Come on, baby," he moaned against my lips. "Release for me."

"Not yet."

Steve groaned in protest as started to speed up his movements. I finally broke the kiss and leaned my head back against the shower pole as I arched my back. He leaned down and started sucking on my neck without skipping a beat.

He reached down and grabbed my thigh, wrapping it around his waist. He then grabbed my other thigh. He gripped my thighs tightly as he picked me up. His movements officially reached the roughest he's ever gotten with me. That's when I released.

We both let out small whines as Steve pulled out of me and put me back on my feet. I kept my arms wrapped around him and his body pressed to mine. We looked into each other's eyes as we caught our breaths and came down from our highs.

Steve leaned down and pressed his lips gently to mine. When he broke the kiss, he took a small step away from me. He grabbed my hands, gently squeezing them. Steve let go of my hand, and with the one he was still holding, he led me out of the showers.

I smiled when Steve handed me a towel. I stood on my toes and kissed him as I grabbed it. I wrapped the towel around my body and started walking back to Steve's locker. We got dressed, sharing cheeky glances.

Once we were dressed, Steve grabbed my hand and we walked out of the school together. We got into his car but he didn't drive away. I looked over to see him lost in thought.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he said softly. He looked over at me, his eyes softening. "I want to make sure you know how much this meant to me."

"Sneaking into the boy's showers and having unprotected sex with my boyfriend?" I teased.

"No," he sighed, reaching over and grabbing my hand. "For standing by my side. I know I have this weird fued with Billy going on. He just. . . He keeps getting under my skin and it irritates the living hell out of me. I just want to. . ."

"Steve," I gently cut him off.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "What I was trying to say is you've stood by me. You've been on my side. You've calmed me down. And not just by sleeping with me. Sure, sometimes you simply kiss me and I calm down. Or you grab my hand. Or you physically pull me away. Whatever you do, it always works. It's nice having someone on my side."

"I will always be on your side, Steve."

"I know," he smiled. "That's why I love you."

I leaned over the console and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smile as he kissed me back. We broke the kiss before we could get too into this kiss.

"I love you too, Stevie," I whispered. "And I promise, I'll always be here for you."

"Good," Steve said softly. "Because I don't want you anywhere but right next to me."

"I don't plan on being anywhere else."

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pappelsiin · 2 years

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hi ',:/

#steve harrington #steve #stranger things fanart #stranger things #joe keery #is this enough tags #i sure hope so #anyway; he wants to sail the ocean of flavors w u #but like also not rly #can't you just pay and leave #pov: u r eddie at scoops ahoy

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stuckwthem · 2 years

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just warm and soft joseph quinn in your living room | fluff

summary: joseph get home after a long day of filming and is just missing you.

warnings: just will make you simp a bit more for this man

a/n: hi! this one is just me daydreaming with this damn photo of joseph quinn so hope you like it!! also, requests are open!!

p.s: english isn’t my first language, sorry for any mistake!

You’re lying on the sofa, pretty relaxed and cozy when Joseph came in. He opened the door and your eyes went directly to his face, getting worried at the instant you saw his expression. You could see how tired and sleepy he was, still wearing makeup and clothes from set, even with rings and accessories of Eddie, except for the wig, and particularly, he looked super hot.

Before you could even lift up entirely from the blankets, he holds your body, crossing his arms on your waist and kissing your forehead. His cologne was mixed up with the natural scent of his body, he was all sweaty, but you missed him so much that you didn’t even care. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling towards him. Unconsciously his weight was all supported on your knees against the sofa as he hugged you, but you didn’t complain, because he was home and all yours.

“Hi love” Joseph muttered, digging his head out of the curve of your neck to look at your eyes. You’re deeply passionate with how deep and soft his dark orbs were, especially when he is appreciating your face.

“Hi baby” you replied, feeling like your chest could explode just by looking at him. Certainly, you were overwhelmed with all those feelings. He looked just the same as you.

“How was your day?” he asked, in an almost whisper against your lips.

“Terrible, I missed you so fucking much” Without being able to hide your silly smile from your face, you tried to keep a serious and sad tone. “Yours?”

“Pretty much the same” Joe replied fast, going in for a sweet kiss.

You kissed his soft lips back without hesitation, taking your hands to his face and holding it gently. His arms clung even tighter around you and a sigh escaped from your lips, making him chuckle. Suddenly, your stomach dropped when you felt yourself falling, a little scream leaving your throat with the shock, but then your back hit the soft couch and Joseph was on top of you, still with his hands on your waist, but now with a different smile. That one that always made you feel dizzy.

“You should come with me to the set one day, just hangout a bit with the cast, you know?” the curly-haired suggested, separating the kiss and looking into you again with his damn puppy eyes. “Would be so nice having you there with me, and then maybe…Just maybe I wouldn’t miss you that much”

His lips pressed yours again, less kindly but more slow than the first time. It was almost hypnotizing the way he always kissed you, leaving your head empty and blown away. Your hands automatically went to his hair, messing it up as he was going down with the kisses to the sensitive skin of your neck. A satisfied moan echoed through the room with his laugh again. Joseph loved how you never could stand still when his mouth was on you.

“Yeah, I doubt that” you teased him, rolling your eyes just to provoke the curly-head. “I would be in the corner while your super famous friends talk about their last Emmys or something.”

Joe instantly stopped kissing you to stare you dead in the eyes, with his furrowed eyebrows, denying with his head.

“Of course not, you won’t be excluded, besides Sadie and Keery are always asking me about you” he said in almost an offended voice. “And I will be there, surely not chatting about… awards when I have this pretty girl waiting for me”

You laughed with how big he widened his eyes like you’re saying some absurd lie. He held your chin, admiring your face with a side grin. Your face started to burn and Joseph let out a heavy sigh, with his eyes glowing towards you.

“You know I love you so much” he stated, caressing your cheeks. Ugh. You wanted to hold him so strongly that you two just combine into one. It was a weird thought but surely a lovesick one.

“I love you more” you replied, with a murmur. He was so close that you felt like the world got smaller and there was just the two of you.

“Oh, don’t get me started” he scoffed with a nasal laugh before kissing you again.

#joseph quinn #josephquinn #stranger things #eddie munson #y/n #pov #steve harrington #joe keery #strangerthings #sadie sink #strangerthings fanfic #fanfic #joseph quinn x reader

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ilovetulips · 2 years

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steve harrington is the biggest attention whore when it comes to affection.

you are lying on your bed with him, a book in your hands as he falls asleep next to you.

or so you thought.

while scanning the words on the yellowed page, steve prods your arm multiple times. when you ignore him, knowing it was his desperate attempt at getting your attention without saying your name, he redirects his pokes to the flesh of your cheek.

he lets out a desperate whine at your ignorant bliss and rolls over with a “hmph”. small mutters and mumbles sound from his mouth as you hide the grin pulling at the corners of your mouth. you haven’t failed to notice him looking over his shoulder at you, just to see if you’re looking back.

“y/n.” it’s quick, you would’ve missed him say it completely if you weren’t paying attention to him.

“y/nnnn.” he drags out the end of the word completely, while rolling over to look at you again.

deciding to see what he wants, finally, you set your book down and look at his warm eyes.

“steve.” it’s hard to believe someone could be so happy hearing their own name, but the heart-warming smile that graces his features delicately gives you no choice but to smile back.

he shuffles closer to you, planting his head in the nape of your neck and kisses it gently. “missed you.” he speaks into your skin, the words echoing throughout each fibre.

“it’s been 10 minutes.” you kiss the crown of his head, weaving your fingers through the boy’s impressive head of hair and rubbing his scalp while he makes a relaxed “mmm” that vibrates your body.

“too long. way too long.” he finally peeks up at you, before peppering kisses all over your face, erupting small hiccups of giggles from your chest and pathetic attempts to push him away.

he looks down at you, smiling back breathlessly.

“you’re so pretty.” he says, leaning back down to shower you with passionate pecks all over again.

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eddieandbird · 2 years

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Steve loves flirting through cheesy pickup lines on Scoops napkins

#steve harrington pov #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #joe keery #stranger things

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ickypuppi3 · 2 years

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yeah

#dacre montgomery #joe keery #this is the energy #this is the vibe #i’m not sure for what #but it just is #something about this feels right #maybe it’s the fact joe can see for once #this is like a pov: your gay dads at your wedding or something #tell me it’s not giving that

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evilrry · 2 years

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💦👅🥵🤪

#sometimes i feel insane looking at this mf #joe keery #pov steve harrington finally got into college #he was just doing bad bc he didn’t realize he needed glasses

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thecomfortgoth · 7 months

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POV: You just met Steve at the arcade for your first date. You were running late and come bursting in, apologising while trying to catch your breath because you were literally sprinting to get here. Steve just smiles at you and tells you it's okay. He thinks you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen, even when you're out of breath and a little flustered from worrying. He says he really likes your outfit. He does. He thinks you look amazing. You giggle and blush as you notice the way he's looking at you.

He really hopes this date goes well. Because he really likes you. A lot.

#steve harrington #steven harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington pov #steve harrington stranger things #screaming crying throwing up #steve fluff #steve drabble #steve blurb #steve harrington is a sweetheart #going on a date with steve harrington #steve harrington takes you on a date #joe keery #he needs to stop being so boyfriend

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corroded-chrissy · 2 years

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you’re a lifesaver

steve harrington x fem!lifeguard!reader

summary: you have a stressful day at work. steve lets you know that he’s always there for you, and you let him know just how loved he is.

word count: 1.2K

warnings: swearing! steve checking you out like the simp he is, pure fluff, half-naked reader (non-sexual setting)

a/n: i wrote this when i was lifeguarding a couple months ago so hopefully you guys enjoy it <3 creds to gif owner, not mine!

[send in requests, they’re open!]

You let out a heavy sigh, flip-flops slapping against the tile flooring of Steve’s entryway as you shut the door. Steve’s house was always a reprieve from the searing summer heat, especially after working long hours on stand at the pool. You were almost grateful that Steve’s parents were always on one business trip or another, as it meant you basically lived here during the summer months.

Today had been particularly rough, though. You’d had so many saves you hadn’t kept track of them all, your back and shoulders were peeling slightly, and your red guard suit was still half-wet, clinging to your irritated skin uncomfortably. All you want now is a shower and maybe a hug before you pass out.

“Babe, I’m back!”

You can’t hold back the tired smile that springs to your lips as you hear your boyfriend call your name, eager footsteps thundering down the stairs.

“There’s my pretty girl.” He takes you in his arms, kissing the top of your soaked head as you giggle.

“Stevie, I’m gonna get you all wet—I was only gone six hours!”

“Don’t care. Still missed you.” He pulls back, eyes filled with concern as he takes you in. “Six hours too many, if you ask me. I tried to tell you you don’t have to pick up extra hours, I have more than enough saved up from Scoops. And you’re burnt to a crisp! Did you even put on sunscreen?”

“Every hour. Scout’s honor,” you try to reassure him as he furrows his brows at your darkened skin, hot to the touch. “There’s only so much I can do when I’m on stand for so long. And I know you’ve got me, but I can’t expect you to do all the work.”

“Still… you at least made sure you drank enough water, right?”

“Steve—“ you chuckle, trying not to roll your eyes. “I promise you, I’m fine. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

“I know, babe. Just worry about you sometimes,” he says sincerely, and your heart swells as it hits you how much you love him all over again. You’d had other boyfriends before Steve, sure, but none of them had ever made you feel as loved, as wanted, as needed as he did, even this early on. “How was your day?”

Your head slumps rather dramatically into Steve’s chest as you let out a groan. “Awful. If I have to deal with one more mom yelling at me for doing my job and telling her precious little angel not to run on the deck, I’m gonna actually lose it.”

Steve tsks sympathetically. “My poor girl. Need to talk about it? I could send the kids over on your next shift to stick up for you. They love you.”

You chuckle at the thought of the angry group of teenagers, Dustin at the helm, collectively telling everyone to fuck off and leave you the hell alone. “It’s a nice thought. Might have to hire them one of these days. Talking about it and a change of clothes would be nice for now.”

“Agreed… we should really get you out of that cute little swimsuit,” Steve murmurs, his eyes exaggeratedly sweeping up and down your form as he shoots you a wink.

You scoff, lightly swatting at his arm as he ushers you up to his room to change. “Steve! It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“You say that like I’ve never seen a sunset before,” he replies cheekily, but he pulls out some of his sweats for you to change into. “Still just as gorgeous every time.”

“You cheeseball,” you chuckle, accepting them gratefully. Steve doesn’t even really have to do anything, he just always knows exactly how to cheer you up after a bad day.

—

Before long you’re in bed, swapping stories about your respective jobs as he rubs aloe on your back, the cooling sensation and the gentle press of his hands a welcome relief.

“And to top it all off, Billy started hitting on me when I went on break, like all I wanted to do was get a popsicle from the freezer and he wouldn’t leave me alone—“

“Wait, Hargrove?” Steve suddenly looks agitated. “I fucking hate that guy. He knows you’re my girl, right?”

You smile despite yourself at the slight possessiveness in his voice. “Don’t worry, Stevie. He was just being an asshole.”

“I still don’t like it,” he huffs, quieter now. There’s more than a twinge of jealousy in his voice. “Bastard thinks he can have anyone just because he dethroned me a year ago. I know stupid high school shit like that doesn’t really matter anymore, but...”

You know Steve hasn’t always been the most sure of himself since graduating high school. Hell, he hasn’t been the most sure of himself since Nancy. You weren’t very close to him back then, but you knew the number that girl had done on his heart, and for that reason you instantly regretted bringing Billy up.

Shifting a little painfully out of the position he’s been massaging you in, you turn around to look at him. He’s never seen you look so completely serious in his life, but your voice radiates warmth.

“Steve. Honey. I could never even think about being with someone else when I have you.”

A small, hopeful smile blooms gently on his face, and you can feel butterflies dancing in your stomach, just as present as when you started dating a few months ago. “Really? You mean it?”

“I mean it.” You cup his face in your hands gently. “No one’s ever taken care of me the way you do. You’re so good to me, and you’re amazing with the kids. You’re sweet, and protective, and thoughtful, and you make me laugh. I feel safer with you than I’ve ever felt with anyone. You can still definitely have a sarcastic streak, but you’ve come a long way from ‘King Steve’—”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” he groans, hands flying over his face in embarrassment. “I was such an ass—”

“—And you’ve grown so much as a person since then,” you tell him, gently but stubbornly pulling his hands back down. “Look at what you’ve done for Dustin and the rest of those kids. Look what you’ve done for Robin, hell, look what you’ve done for me. They’d be lost without you, you know. I know I would be.”

Steve visibly softens at your words, and to your horror tears start to pool in his eyes.

“Steve? Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no, honey,” he murmurs, that soft sun-bright smile reappearing as he pulls you in for a gentle kiss. “ ‘m just so happy I found you. I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re a lifesaver.”

“That’s kind of in my job description, Stevie,” you chuckle, but your heart feels so full that you think it might burst. Shit, he was gonna be the death of you.

He scoffs, but there’s so much emotion swimming in his eyes. You feel like you could drown in them and be perfectly happy about it. “You know what I mean, [L/N].”

“I do, Harrington.”

He pulls you to his chest, and you reach over to switch off his bedside lamp, content to fall asleep next to the boy you love most.

“I really do.”

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mrskeery-quinn · 2 years

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POV GIFS!(⚠︎spoilers S4)

Y/N X Steve Harrington feat. Jealous Eddie Munson.

❤︎ Pov: you help your best friend and long time crush Steve after the attack with the bats. He never stopped giving you signs that he likes you back but non of you have confessed yet.. instead you're always being flirty. Little did you know, Eddie have feelings for you as well.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #joe keery #joseph quinn #stranger things gifs #gifs #pov story #eddie munson pov #steve pov #reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x you #imagine #jealousy #kurt kunkle #artists on tumblr #tumblr

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allthingsfangirl101 · 2 years

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Drunk Steve–Steve Harrington

I pulled myself out of my book when my phone started ringing. The second I answered it, I was deafened by loud music. I pulled my phone away from my ear and saw Steve's name on my caller ID.

"Steve?"

"Y/N!"

"What the. . ."

"Hey, Y/N," came Robin's voice through the phone.

"Hi, Robin." I laughed. "Let me guess, Steve is shit-faced drunk?"

"Oh yeah," she elongated. She cleared her throat before adding, "Y/N, it's bad. I mean. . . He's out of it, girl. I don't think I've ever seen him this drunk."

"Well, maybe he. . ."

"He got into a fight."

My heart dived into my stomach. Steve fighting is a sign that he's about to go off the deep end. And fast.

"I'm on my way."

* * * * *

"Oh boy," I sighed as Steve stumbled out of the house. I got out of my car and walked over to him.

"Y/N!" He drunkenly giggled as he wrapped his arms around me.

I pulled out of the hug and examined his bruised face. "Steve," I sighed. "What happened to your face?"

"Nothing," he shrugged. I sent him a knowing look when his shrug made him cringe.

"Steve. . ." I started but he cut me off.

"It's fine," he sighed, dramatically. "I just got into a little fight. That's all."

"That's not all," I said, my anger building. "You've never gotten in a fight before and lately, it seems like you're in one every few weeks. I don't know what's been going on with you lately, but you're starting to worry me."

"Y/N, I'm fine."

Through his drunken haze, he saw the worry in my eyes. I gasped when he wrapped his arms around me, burying his face into my neck.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his breath tickling my neck. "It wasn't for nothing though. I got into a fight with Tommy because he made a comment about El. I stood up for her."

"Oh," I said under my breath. "I love that you stood up for El but. . . You got hurt. I'm never going to be okay with you getting hurt."

"I'm sorry," he said again. I cleared my throat when I noticed we were still in a deep embrace.

"Steve?" I said, breaking the silence that fell between us. "You ready to go home?"

"I don't want to go home," he whined as he pulled out of the hug and literally stomped his foot like a little kid. "My parents aren't even there. I'll be by myself all weekend long. I hate being by myself."

"Then why don't you stay at my place tonight?" I offered.

"What about your parents?" He pouted, dramatically sticking his bottom lip out.

"My dad had a work trip this weekend and my mom went with him," I shrugged. I wrapped my arm around his waist and led him over to my car.

"YAY!" He yelled. "Sleepover at Y/N's house!"

"Just get in my car," I laughed.

I walked around the front of my car and got in my seat. I looked over and laughed when I saw Steve was already asleep.

"I'll wake you when we get home," I chuckled.

Knowing Steve gets a massive headache when he drinks, I came prepared. I grabbed my purse from the back seat and pulled out the ice pack I brought. I gently placed it on his head. He mumbled something but didn't wake up.

We pulled away from the party and drove to my house. When we were almost there I noticed him waking up.

"Hey, sleepyhead," I teased.

"Nancy?"

My heart sank into my stomach as I looked away. I cleared my throat and adjusted my grip on the steering wheel. "No," I said, trying to hide my feelings. "I'm not Nancy, Steve."

"I don't need your help, Nancy," he slurred. "I want Y/N."

"What?" I laughed.

"She takes care of me," Steve continued to slur as he sat up and leaned against the door, still facing me.

"Does she?" I asked, playing along.

"Yep! She takes such good care of me. Even when you didn't."

"Wait, what? Steve. . ."

"Yeah," he scoffed. "Whenever I got into a fight with my dad or just really needed to talk to someone, you'd say you were too busy. But Y/N never did. She would drop everything and come running. No questions asked. There were times when I was so upset that I just needed to be with someone. Y/N got that. She never pushed me to talk. She would sit with me in complete silence until I was ready. She's amazing."

I laughed when he leaned his head against the window and instantly fell asleep. Steve slept the rest of the drive to my house. I pulled into my driveway and parked. I looked over at a sleeping Steve, unable to stop the smile from forming. I cleared my throat before leaning over and gently moving some hair out of his face.

"Steve?" I whispered. I bit my lip when his eyes fluttered open. I felt my face start burning as Steve smiled at me.

"Hi, Y/N," he said, part sleepy, part drunk. "When did you get here?"

"You mean, when did I get in my car, in my driveway?"

Steve sat up and looked around. "I drunkenly called you to come get me, didn't I?"

"Actually," I hesitated.

"Oh no," he sighed. "What happened?"

"Robin called and told me I better come get you," I explained. "She said you were wasted and had gotten in a drunk fight. She said she knew that I would be the only one to snap you out of it."

"Awww!"

I gasped when Steve basically tackled me in a hug, making us fall back against my door.

"Easy, tiger," I laughed as I sat us back up.

I tried to pull out of the hug, but Steve tightened his arms around me. When we finally pulled apart, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the way he was looking at me.

"Let's go inside," I said, my voice suddenly soft.

We got out of the car and the second I walked next to him, Steve grabbed my hand. With our fingers intertwined, we walked into my house.

He followed me to the kitchen and watched as I got him some water. He smiled at me before taking the water and drinking half of it.

"Alright," I said, clearing my throat, "I should make you something to eat."

I was about to start making him a sandwich, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest.

"Y/N," Steve slurred. "I have to tell you something."

"What is it?" I asked, my stomach doing flips the longer he looked into my eyes.

"I love you," he sighed dreamily.

"I know," I sighed, gently stepping out of his hold. He grabbed my hands, stopping me from walking away.

"No, you don't," he pouted. "You don't know."

Confusion suffocated me as he walked away and plopped down onto my couch. By the time I got there, Steve was struggling to take off his shoes.

"Let me help you," I sighed as I walked over. I knelt down and helped him take off his sneakers.

"You don't get it, Y/N," he pouted.

"Steve, you're drunk."

"No," he whined. "You think I only love you because you're my best friend."

"You do. . ."

"Of course I do," he giggled. Suddenly, his face got serious. "But it's more than that."

"Steve, you're drunk," I tried to interrupt him. "Don't say something you're going to regret. . ."

"I'm in love with you, Y/N."

"You don't mean that," I stuttered as I stood up. I wrapped my arms around myself and started pacing a little. "You're just drunk and blurting out the first crazy thing that pops into your head. It's not. . . You're not. . ."

I finally looked back at him, my heart plunging into my stomach when I saw Steve asleep on the couch.

"You're not going to even remember this in the morning."

* * * * *

I woke up the next morning, my heart still in my stomach. I slipped on my slippers and with my arms wrapped around myself, I walked downstairs. I couldn't help the smile that formed when I saw Steve still fast asleep on the couch. I walked over and fixed his blanket.

I headed into the kitchen and started making him a cup of hungover coffee. A few minutes later, I heard Steve slowly wake up.

"Where am I. . . Why am I at Y/N's? Oh crap."

I laughed when I heard him run into my room. Seconds later, Steve came running into the kitchen.

"Y/N," he said, letting out a sigh of relief. "I'm so sorry. Please tell me I didn't. . ."

He stopped talking when I handed him a mug of coffee. He looked down at the coffee and smiled.

"Thanks," he chuckled. He took a sip and then eyed me.

"What?" I laughed.

"Last night," he slowly started. "Did I. . . When you picked me up, did I do anything?"

"Do anything?" I asked with a small laugh. "No, Steve, you didn't do anything. Said some things I will hold over you forever, though."

"Oh geez," he laughed. "How bad?"

"Well, for starters, you were so drunk you thought I was Nancy," I said, trying to sound funny.

"Wait, what? Wow. . . I'm so sorry. That's. . . that's a shitty thing to do. I'm sorry, Y/N."

"It's okay," I tried to calm him down. "You were drunk and had just been in a fight. It's fine."

"No," he cut me off. "It's not."

I held my breath when he put his mug down, reached over, and grabbed my hands.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

"Don't be," I whispered.

"But. . ."

"Because you also told me that you didn't need Nancy. You wanted me to take care of you."

Steve smiled, a small blush forming. "Well, I meant it. You take much better care of me than she ever did."

I cleared my throat, suddenly embarrassed when I remembered what else he admitted to me last night.

"What?" Steve asked when he noticed my change. "Is there something else?"

"It's nothing," I stuttered. I tried to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist.

"Y/N," he said, his voice dropping. "What happened? Did I say something or. . ."

"You said you love me." I blurted out.

"I what?" He asked, his voice dropping.

"Actually, you said you were in love with me," I said, clearing my throat. "You were drunk so I'm sure you didn't mean it like that. . ."

Steve grabbed my face and brought his lips down to mine. I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. As our lips moved in sync, Steve let go of my face and wrapped his arms around my waist. I snaked my hands up his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck.

The kiss got a little too heated and we stumbled back until we bumped into the fridge. We finally broke the kiss, laughing.

"I know I was drunk," he whispered, "but I meant it. I've been in love with you for the last three years."

"Three years?" I asked, my voice as soft as his. "That's oddly specific."

"Yeah," he chuckled, his embarrassed blush coming back. "The summer before Sophmore year."

"The summer I went to camp?"

"You came back with a boyfriend," Steve nodded. "You couldn't stop talking about him. You were always smiling and laughing. I loved seeing you that happy. I just hated that I wasn't the reason."

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know that I was making you feel that way."

"It's alright," he smiled. "I knew that, eventually, we would be together."

"You did?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat.

Steve leaned down and pressed his lips gently to mine. I deepened the kiss by tightening my arms around him. When he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against mine.

"One way or another," Steve whispered, "I knew you'd be mine."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington #stranger things imagine #stranger things #joe keery pov #joe keery x reader #joe keery imagines #joe keery

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strangerfreaks · 2 years

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these are the ones that make me melt

#steve harrington #steve harrington pov #stranger things pov #stranger things #joe keery

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kingrichardiii · 2 years

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listen steve harrington can't die because i just spent the whole day crying over a fanfic where he "dies" but really he's in the upside down. so if he died for real i would actually throw up.

#i can't even handle 'fake death' FANFICTION #steve harrington #stranger things #joe keery #steve harrington my beloved #like it would switch POVs and i knew he was alive in the fic but everyone else thinking he was dead BROKE ME

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ilovetulips · 2 years

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BEST FRIENDS?

steve harrington x fem!reader

𖦹 pool day as per steve’s invitation to the ‘gang’ , yet he hadn’t expected to admit his feelings for his crush.

𖦹 swearing, alcohol mentions, mom steve, best friends to lovers? ig?, kissing!! sfw

𖦹 2.3k

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it was a hot day in hawkins, a rare occurrence really. the sun glaring down upon the ground caused everyone to go into a panicked frenzy on how to cope with the heat. lucky for you, steve harrington had a huge house with a pool in his garden. and sun loungers! could life be more perfect?

he’d invited everyone around to have a pool party, and he means everyone. dustin and his gang, robin, nancy, eddie and even jonathon. you were already at his house before everyone arrived, being his best friend you practically lived there. he shares half his wardrobe with you, so you had everything you need when you stay for a sleepover.

you were changing into more appropriate swim attire when the doorbell sounded throughout the house, steve rushing to the door and muffled sounds of him and the large gathering crowding his doorway talking to each other echoed through the ceiling. you’d grown used to tuning them out, changing into your favourite red bikini and getting ready to sunbathe.

“hey man, thanks for inviting us. don’t know what we’d do without your pool.” eddie expressed.

“no problem! straight through to the back door guys, i’m just gonna grab some snacks n’ shit to put out.” the host says, walking towards his kitchen unaware of the short haired girl following behind him.

“where is she?” robin whispered, making steve quite literally jump out of his skin.

“shit! what the fuck is wrong with you? where’s who?”

“your girlfriend. duh.”

“she’s— she’s not my girlfriend, robs. and she’s upstairs getting ready, i think.” he turns around, avoiding her piercing stare.

“uh huh… not your girlfriend but she basically lives here. you guys constantly flirt too. you ever gonna tell her how you feel?”

“tell who how steve feels? do you have a crush! why didn’t you tell me?” you feel your heart twang with pain when you heard robin ask steve that question, the rest being muted by their whispers.

“[Y/N]! hey. heyy…” steve tries to act casually, his second ‘heyy’ being dragged out as he leaned onto his counter. his eyes widened and his confidence faded when he trailed his eyes down your body. he was screwed.

“hey [Y/N]! shit, you look good. red’s your colour. i’m gonna… check that everyone hasn’t completely destroyed steve’s yard.”

you giggle, the sound permeating through steve’s entire being. “thanks, robin. you look great too! always do, i’m jealous.”

“pshh! i’m the jealous one. see you soon!” she walks away, leaving you and steve in the large kitchen. it felt so small to him, as if the walls were closing in. he couldn’t focus properly on anything other than you, attempts to force out words proved null.

“you… okay? you look a bit flustered.” you say, voice concerned as you step closer to him.

“fine! m’ fine. just getting snacks. you look… amazing.”

“thanks, stevie. it’s not… too much? maybe i should just stick to the black swim suit.”

“no! no. shit no. this… looks so good on you. so so good. gonna have everyone in awe of you, babe.”

you blush. “you need any help?”

“should be good, you relax outside and i’ll bring everything out in a sec ‘kay?”

as soon as you step out you’re hit instantly by the everlasting hawkins heat, quickly followed by the sound of the kids splashing in the pool. you find yourself walking towards the sun loungers, and sitting on the free one next to eddie.

the sound of the sticky footsteps growing closer to him cause him to look up, lowering his sunglasses. you’d settled down, book in hand and were quickly immersed in the plot. however it didn’t last long, as eddie let out an obnoxiously loud whistle.

“goddamn, [Y/L/N]. givin’ me a heart attack over here. that colour on you… wow. bet harrington had a brain aneurysm when he saw you in that.” he comments, settling on his side to chat to you.

“thank you, eds. that means alot, pinky swear.” you let out a small laugh, leaning over to look at the curly haired boy next to you. “wait what d’you mean?”

“oh nothing… nothing.” he sends a wink your way, before standing up and running towards the pool, canon-balling in and splashing the kids in the pool. why he did that was beyond you, but it’s eddie. you’ve learned not to question his actions.

“[Y/N]! hey! it’s been a while.” the sound of nancy’s voice snap you out of your thoughts, as she waves her hand as an invite to come over. you stand next to her lounger, covered by the large umbrella overtop of you all.

“ohmygod nance! you look so good, i’m obsessed with the hair. hey jonathon! how’re you? i’ve missed both of your faces.”

“i’m obsessed with you! this whole…” she waves her hand in circles. “you just look stunning.”

“we’ve missed you too, i’ve been good. too hot to handle though so i’ve been hiding in my house. i burn too easily.” jonathon says, laying next to nancy on his sunbed completely encased in the shade.

“you guys are the sweetest—“ you’re interrupted by hands wrapping around your waist, and you being lifted up into the air. involuntary squeals leave your mouth as the culprit spins you around in the air slightly. smirks plaster nancy and jonathon’s face, as they look at eachother knowingly before laying down and minding their own business.

“keep squealing like that and you’re going in the pool, missy.”

“steve!” you manage to escape his grip, looking up at his grin you loved so much with wide eyes and heavy breaths.

“you’re insane!” you say, walking back to the seat you’d claimed before talking to nancy.

“only for you, sweetheart. you drive me insane with this.” he pulls back the strap of your bikini top, the material snapping back against your shoulder with a loud sound.

“shut up. you’re such an idiot.” you mumble shyly. you’d never been one to be nervous when people compliment you, but steve’s were different. they seemed more heartfelt, but that’s probably because you had a raging crush on him. cliche to have a crush on your best friend right?

“heard that. c’mere.”

“steve! no!” you laugh, as he stalks towards you to grab your waist. matching his pace as you walk backwards, he lunged towards you and slings you over his shoulder.

you’re in hysterics, laughing loudly and swelling steve’s heart with adoration as he relished in the sound of your joy. eddie turns around in the pool to face you two, interrupting his tormenting of dustin. steve and him make eye contact, immediately catching on to each other’s plan.

“you ready, sweetheart?” steve whispers to you.

“what? ready for wha—“

you should’ve expected it, but steve had threw you in the pool. eddie was there to catch you so your landing wasn’t painful as you slapped the water, your arms flailing as you flew through the air. as you swim back up to the surface, the sound of the kids laughs (mostly dustin’s) filled your ears. steve diving in next to you and holding your waist when he floats to the top.

“what the fuck?!”

“language, [Y/L/N], there’s children around.” eddie chimes in sarcastically.

“sock it, munson. or i’ll tell them what i caught you doing the other week.”

“woahhh i need to know this, what’ve you been up to eddie?” steve plays along, hands still on your hips as he guides you to the pool walls.

eddie instantly panics, his mouth closing as he swims away to the opposite end of the pool; not failing to send daggers your way.

“you really do look beautiful today, you know.” steve sheepishly says, faking confidence to mask his internal panic mode.

you wrap your arms around his neck. “thank you, stevie. you look real handsome too. cute little happy trail.” a smile makes it way onto your face.

“oh yeah?” he replies, eyes locking onto your lips.

“oh yeah, totally. i’m swooning over you, harrington.”

“me too… have been for so long.” he says, trying to keep his voice down to not attract attention from the nosey group.

“w-what?” you look down to his lips too, looking even more inviting than they’d been before.

your thoughts, however, are clouded when the boy in front of you pressed his lips to yours. a perfect puzzle, pushing against each other firmly and parting slightly. the feeling is better than you’ve ever imagined, and you’ve imagined it alot.

“okay, lovebirds. i’m hungry, sorry to interrupt this beautiful moment but i want food, harrington. so get that bbq started once you’ve finished kissing our favourite girl.” steve pulls away to the sound of a tired robin’s voice.

“yeah… yeah whatever.” steve mumbles into your neck, meeting your lips again after not paying attention what robin said entirely. he was happy with his girl, in the pool under the sunlight.

“harrington! c’mon man.”

“god… fine. fine! i’m fucking coming.”

your head was still clouded and you were seeing white. had that really just happened? where does that leave you and steve? you lean against the wall and let yourself sink under the water, hoping the silence underneath would help soothe your thoughts.

that was until you’re met with a nosey max mayfield looking back at you with her lime green goggles protecting her eyes, earning a scream that was quite literally just bubbles exiting your mouth.

you rush back to the surface, watching her bright hair rise up too. her freckled face holding a glowing smile, knowing of the events that just happened between you and steve. you had forgotten people were around, his lips put your in a trance of your own little world. just you and him.

“don’t you dare say a word, mayfield. don’t make me tell everyone about you and lucas making out the other day.”

“secret safe with me.” the girl says, sinking back down to swim below the world.

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the sun was beginning to set, the air cooling down and you all laying on the sun-beds surrounding the pool. you lay between steves legs, back placed on his abs as he played with your hair.

everyone was quiet, taking in the delicate moment of purples and pinks painting the sky. “anyone want a beer?” steve says, reaching towards to cooler next to him and biting the lid off with his teeth. you sit up and move to the bed next to him, steve watching with furrowed brows as he watched; missing the warmth of your body.

everyone old enough to have one takes one, steve offering for everyone to sleep at his house so nobody had to worry about driving home. lucas playing it cool as he tries to grab a beer steals your attention as you watch him with an amused smile.

“hey! sinclair. back up, you little shit.” steve shouts, lucas looking at him with shocked eyes as he fully believed he got away with it. scared by steve’s ‘mom mode’, he shamefully walks back towards the boy towering over him and hands over the bottle.

you can’t help but laugh at the situation; the sad look on lucas’ face, the pointed stare steve was giving him and the giggles from eddie behind you. you couldn’t help turning around and laughing with eddie. everyone else caught and erupted in a fit of giggles too, but steve was only focused on the sound of your laugh.

he snakes his hand around your ankle, pulling you towards him. you can tell he’s being needy, so decide to ignore it just to tease him. eddie sees the mischievous glint in your eyes and decides to watch this unravel.

out of desperation, he trails his other hand along your waist, fanning his hand out against your stomach to get your attention. “babe.” you ignore him. “[Y/N], babe.” the petname rung through your ears, you’d never thought much of it before until he’d kissed you in the pool. he huffs in frustration before grabbing your legs and shoulders to lift you up bridal-style.

“why’re you ignoring me? did i do something?” he says, slight insecurity lacing his sweet voice.

“oh! stevie no, i was jus’ messing with you. you were being needy so i wanted to play around, that’s all.” you say to him wholeheartedly.

he walks you towards the house, leaving everyone in the garden to have their own conversations. he wanted to steal you away, tell you how crazy you make him, how deep he was in for you. he places you on his couch, sitting next to you uncomfortably while he messes with his fingers. yet it’s quickly stopped when you place your hand over his.

“[Y/N]…”

“i know, steve. i know.”

“how?” he stares up at you with pinched eyebrows. small wrinkles littering his forehead that you wanted to desperately smooth out with your thumb.

“nobody kisses their best friend out of the blue steve. especially not like that…”

“like what, hm? remind me, i’ve forgotten.”

you chuckle before leaning into him and speaking against his lips.

“we’re so hopeless.”

you crash your lips together, instant bliss flooding from each other’s mouths into the small bubble building around you two. hands grazing delicately on one another’s faces as the kiss grows more passionate, emotions radiating off of the two of you.

“you’re perfect for me, [Y/N]. so, so perfect for me.” the disheveled boy states, pulling away quickly before diving back in again; kissing you with twice as much force.

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