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ash5monster01 · 21 days

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Cold Spring Harbor

Chapter One - She’s Got A Way 🎶

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, instant attraction, invisible string theory, mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of death, coping mechanisms

Summary: Just when Steve figures he’s bound to be alone the rest of his life, somehow he finds you, and for some reason just being near you makes him feel much less alone in the world.

word count: 2k

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Masterlist

Spring 1985

She's got a way of showin', how I make her feel

Steve hated being sad. Yet for the last six months that was all he had felt. He should be over it by now. He wished he was over it, but everyday he went to school just to see Nancy with Johnathon and know everything that he lost. He had given up his friends for her, and when she gave him up for Johnathon, he had no one left. No happy family to come home to, and no friends to spend time with, especially no girlfriend to love. Maybe that was why it was so hard to get over her, because she was the only person he had left and she left him too.

So he woke up on the first day of spring break, no parents, no plans, no one at all. It didn’t matter that the first warm sun was shining through his window and the birds chirped happily outside. He figured he would always be alone and he was still just as miserable as before. The only person he did have was Dustin but how many times can you ask a middle schooler to hang out before it gets weird? Steve didn’t want to find out.

He wasn’t going to last all of spring break like this so he was going to do the only thing that made him feel better. The only thing that gave him enough motivation to get out of bed and get ready for the day. So it’s not long until he is walking out the front door and towards his car. Yet before he unlocked it he stopped, eyes glancing into the bright blue sky, and deciding against the drive. It was sunny and almost seventy, plus a walk would be good for him. So he stuffed the keys back in his pocket and started down the road.

Town was half empty once he got there, signs showing that the new mall being built was already taking away business. It was sad to see the town that once was so busy become a shell of nothing. Kind of like him he supposed. Yet the sight of the familiar blue door eased his mind as he pushed in the one place he hoped would be here forever.

“Hey man, long time no see” Ron, the owner smiles from behind the register. Steve matches the smile right back even though he doesn’t feel it. He wished he did.

“Hey Ron, how’s business been?” he asks, eyeing the various shelves throughout the room.

“I wish I could say busy, but ever since word got out that Sam Goody was being built in the mall, no one really cares about Ron’s Records anymore” he says and Steve nods, his throat tightening at the thought.

“I’m sorry about that man, you know I’ll be a customer for life” he tells him and Ron nods, smiling at the boys kindness.

“You and your Grandpa both” Ron says kindly and Steve has to look away before tears form in his eyes.

“I’m gonna check some records out” Steve tells him and Ron nods as he moves to the section he knows it will be at.

Finally reaching the B’s his fingers start skimming the records. It feels like he’s passed a hundred Barry Manilow records by the time he reaches exactly what he’s looking for. Smiling to himself he scans which ones are there, determined what would be the best to listen to. Something that for an entire forty minutes could make him feel much less lonely in this world.

“Billy Joel huh?” Steve looks up and nearly freezes. There you are, the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, and something about the world stops. He’s not one to be shy but it’s as if the words somehow can’t leave his mouth. There was just something about you. “Since when do boys your age listen to Billy Joel?”

“Hey, he’s still rock n’ roll to me” Steve defends, and it’s cheesy. He knows that, but it doesn’t stop you from laughing. You’re wearing the most perfect smile he’s ever seen and he wants to make you do it again.

“I’m not saying he isn’t, just most guys these days don’t know good music anymore” you say, pulling the record out of his hands and he almost gasps at the way your fingers feel against his.

“Well good music to me is just Billy, always has been” he says and you give him a small nod, smile still on your face. He briefly wonders what it could be about you that makes him suddenly so content.

“Cold Spring Harbor? I don’t think I’ve ever heard it” you say and Steve’s heart clenches.

“It’s his first album, he was only 22 when he wrote it. It’s one of my favorites” Steve tells you and the mischievous grin you give him makes his heart stutter in his chest.

“Well let’s listen to it” you tell him, hand grabbing his own, and leading him to the front of the building. In the front window there’s two chairs and small record player in between. They had been there for as long as Steve could remember, he had sat in them hundreds of times. He sits in his, the one chair he always sat in, and you sit, well in the other. His throat dries as he sees you sit across from him in the chair that had been empty for many years.

“What’s your favorite track?” you muse, hands delicately working to pull the record from its sleeve and place it on the player.

"The first one, She's Got A Way. It was my Grandpa's favorite, the first Billy song he ever played me" Steve says, looking off onto the rows and rows of records. Remembering a time when he was just short enough to be the same height as them. Rushing around and looking for the most colorful covers while his Grandpa went straight to the B's. Then he'd sit in the very chair he was now, ankles just barely hanging over the edge as his Grandpa played him song after song, in the very seat you were sitting in now.

"So that's where it comes from" you muse, the record spinning as you turn on the machine. Steve watches as you set the needle on the record, sratching till it finds its groove, and fills the silence between you both.

"Why is it his favorite?" you ask after a few moments, watching the boy as he let's the words sink in.

"He claimed it was the only song he ever heard that perfectly described how he felt about my Grandmother. How the right women could completley turn you around and heal you when you least expect it" Steve smiles fondly as he repeats those words he hadn't in a very long time.

"A charmer, I'm sure you are too" you say and the shocked look Steve wears has you laughing lightly. It takes Steve only a second to laugh along with you, realizing just how quickly you had revealed him. It's when your laughter calms he realizes the smile on your face has eased his heart more in the last six months than anything else.

"If you must know" Steve says and you giggle again which has Steve wanting to spend more and more time with you.

"Where is this Grandpa of yours, I have a few questions for him?" you ask and Steve freezes, not expecting the words to leave your mouth. It takes him a moment to respond and you sense the discomfort and place your hand on his own. Steve nearly jumps at the electric touch that comes from it.

"He passed away when I was fifteen, right before high school" he tells you, throat tightening around the admittance.

"I'm so sorry, that's awful" you try to comfort but Steve just smiles.

"You would have loved him though. Everyone did. He was my best friend, the only family I really had that spent time with me. Since my Grandma passed when I was ten, me and him made sure to spend all of middle school together" Steve isn't entirely sure why he is telling you this, he just knows your the first person he has been this comfortable around since his Grandpa and he didn't even know your name yet. He didn’t know what it was about you but he figured there didn't need to be a reason.

"That's so sweet, he sounds so special" you tell him and Steve nods, recalling memories he hadn't allowed himself to think about for years.

"He was, just wish he was still around. He was the only person to ever be there for me, front row at every swim meet and basketball game. Was hard going through highschool knowing he was no longer in the stands, but Billy. Well that's all me and him ever talked about. So sometimes, on days like today when I miss him a little extra, I find him in the lyrics of a song" and your heart soars for the boy in front of you. A boy with a deep sadness buried within him. A boy the world hadn't given a chance yet.

"Is he there right now?" you can't help but ask, the last few lines of the song coming through the speakers on the machine. Steve listens, can practically see his Grandpa yelling at him for not making a move. ‘At least ask her name’ he groans and Steve chuckles lightly to himself.

"Yeah he's here. He always is" Steve says and you give him a smile that somehow heals him. "I'm Steve by the way"

"Nice to meet you Steve" you tell him before offering your own name and Steve finds it rattling through his head, the most beautiful name in all of existence, and somehow it belongs to you. The very girl who showed up while he was feeling down and has inspired him without a sound. The beginning notes of You Can Make Me Free fill the silence between you both and Steve sits up, realizing your hand is still atop his own.

"Sorry for spilling my guts" Steve says and you shake your head, wanting him to know that he had done nothing wrong this entire time.

"Don't be, it actually happens a lot. I seem to make people very comfortable. Guess I just got a way about me" and Steve agrees because somehow in just this short exchange you have inspired him to keep on going, reminded him that this is not the end and it won't be all bad. It is like you have some bright light around you and it gives him the strength to keep going.

"Would you maybe want to go get something to eat?" Steve finds the confidence to ask and you beam a smile brightly back at him.

"I'd love to Steve" you tell him, using his name like it now somehow belongs to you and Steve wishes it does. A million dreams of love surrounding you and for the first time since Nancy he finds himself feeling something for a girl he never thought he'd feel again. He just knows he no longer wants to live without you.

"Have fun you two" Ron calls out as you both exit, the record still playing as you both leave it behind. You talk the whole way to the small diner in town, Steve just smiles and listens, loving how everything sounds the way it comes out your mouth. It's as if every word lifts him up as you are walking.

For the rest of the day Steve does his part getting to know you. Making you laugh and flirting where necessary which never fails to make you blush. The sight of your red cheeks alone make his heart soar for you. It's cute the way you show it, exactly how you feel about him. In return you do find yourself charmed by the very boy you couldn’t resist talking to. You wondered where a sweet boy like him had been your whole life and for the first time you aren't as embarassed by the blush on your cheeks as you normally would be.

"I really like you Rosy" he says matter of fact, the nickname falling easily from his lips. You blush at his words again, shaking your head at the boy you figure you aren't getting rid of anytime soon.

"I like you too Steve"

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hellfire--cult · 2 months

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god i love him sm ✌🏼

this is the video: x

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joekeeryswife · 6 months

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joe keery has such strong dad energy, especially in recent photos from italy. can you write about joe traveling in italy with you and your baby daughter? i just know he’d be the type to wear his kid around and splash in the water with her, and fall asleep in the sun with her on his chest, and feed her little bites of pasta. with you, he’d make sure that your vacation was relaxing and that you felt treated like a goddess. insecure about wearing a bikini? joe can’t stop blushing when he looks at you in it even if you’ve been married for years. while the baby is napping, he massages your feet and cuddles with you. in turn, you set up reservations at his favorite restaurants and plan manageable but gorgeous walks around the city. idk man just dad!joe on vacation

Italy - j.k

a/n: hello angels. how have you all been? i’m so sorry i’ve been MIA lately but i’m back and better than ever! this request is adorable! let’s get into the imagine. it’s not proof read so please bare with me if this is shit lmfao, im still trying to get back into the swing of writing, i also can never seem to figure out how to end my imagines so if anyone has any tips please LMK!! for the ending the outfits are in the little collage🫧

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“baby come on we wanna get to the pool, what’s taking you so long-” Joe barged into the bathroom without knocking making you jump out of your skin. after having your daughter Florence a year and a half ago you had been insecure about your new body.

you were curvier then before, had a few stretch marks scattered all over your body which had faded but in your eyes they were so visible. you just didn’t feel like yourself and with this being your first holiday since having her, you were nervous.

nervous that you didn’t look as good as you did before, nervous that you were gonna get papped and people online would say awful things about you, nervous people were gonna stare.

but to Joe, the sweetest man ever thought you’d never looked better. you had carried a whole human for 9 months and you looked incredible. “Joe, you scared me” you placed a hand on your chest and turned to look at him.

Joe looked at you, eyes darting across your body, seeing you in a bikini for the first time in over a year made him feel tingly. his face heated up “you look beautiful baby, jesus christ you’re gorgeous” he saw your eyes light up slightly.

Florence was in her playpen which you had brought along to keep her occupied, Joe had made sure she was safe before coming to look for you. even after five years of being together and three years of marriage, just looking at you made Joe feel giddy. he was so lucky to have you in his life.

you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he couldn’t ever get over your beauty. Joe knew what you were doing in the bathroom, he had caught you one too many times and he hated that you felt insecure.

he walked toward you and pulled you into him “my pretty girl” he kissed your head as he hugged you closer. “you’ve never looked so beautiful” you smiled shyly. there was something about Joe, he always knew how to make you feel beautiful. he had a special way with words.

“come on, don’t want to keep you and flo waiting any longer” you said as you pulled yourself away from the hug. he ran back to Florence who squealed when she saw her dad, the two of them were best friends and although it made you jealous their relationship was your favourite thing ever.

seeing the two of them bonding was the most adorable thing in the entire world. even when she was in the womb he would spend hours and hours speaking to your bump with her kicking you in response. “my angel, let’s go. mama is almost ready” you heard him say as he picked Florence up out of the playpen, she squealed in delight as he did.

-♡-

the three of you were lounging around the pool, Italy was boiling hot and luckily the hotel you were staying at had a kids pool and an adult pool. Florence was a baby who loved the water, she never cried when having a bath, if anything she enjoyed it.

splashing around with her toys was her favourite thing to do. she loved your pool that you had back home, every time it was hot Joe would take her into the pool. your friends kids were a bit older than Florence and she loved watching them play in the pool too.

as soon as you and Joe got situated on your sun loungers he grabbed Florence and walked straight to the kid section which was thankfully right in front of you. you watched Florence splash the pool water with her toys, the biggest smile on her face.

Joe was sat opposite her with the exact same expression on his face. it was honestly scary how much Florence looked like him. they had practically all the same features except she had your eyes, she was a carbon copy of him.

aside from the fact that Florence and Joe where best friends and looked exactly like each other the worst of it all was when Florence said her first word which was of course ‘dada’. you had prayed that she said ‘mama’ first but nope. it wasn’t like it actually hurt your feelings, your daughter had days where you were the favourite parent and it made you tear up when she finally did say ‘mama’ for the first time.

Joe and Florence had only been sat in the kid pool for thirty minutes before his back started hurting but the look on his daughters face made it all worth it. other than you, Florence was the best thing to ever happen to him. before her, he didn’t really care about being a dad. it wasn’t something he had ever thought about. but that sunny Friday afternoon, the day you told him, showed him the positive test, he never thought he could love someone as much as he loved her.

“dada” Florence said as she looked up at him and lifted up a purple octopus for him to take. “oh thank you angel” he took the toy from her small hand. Joe watched Florence with the softest smile, she was the most adorable thing ever and he couldn’t get over the fact that you guys had made something so beautiful. Florence paused playing with her toys and yawned. Joe knew exactly what that meant, she only yawned when she needed a nap, it sounded odd because everyone yawns but the little eye rub after her yawn made it obvious. she was tired.

after waking up early (6:37am to be exact but who was checking? definitely not Joe) eating breakfast and all this playing in the pool, the girl had worn herself out. “come on sweetheart, you look like you’re about to fall asleep” Joe said as he stood up, picking up her few toys and shoving them in her pockets and then bending down to pick her up. she had her small arms lifted in the air, her eyes squinting as she looked up at Joe.

he picked her up and made his way back over to you. you where laying on the sun lounger now reading a book with your airpods in. you noticed Joe walking back with Florence hugging him tightly. you took one airpod out and smiled at the two of them. “you okay?” you asked, sitting up. Joe picked up the towel that was on his sun lounger and wrapped it around both him and Florence. “yeah, she just got tired. i mean, it’s around the time she usually has a nap isn’t it?” you looked at the time in your phone and nodded. “yeah, she’s actually stayed awake a lot longer then i thought she would”

Joe sat laid down on the sun lounger, making sure Florence was comfortable before he started running his hand up and down her back and through her hair. it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, her breathing slowed and she was completely relaxed against him so you went back to your book, letting the two of them have their moment.

it was about 10 minutes after Joe and Florence had sat down and the soft snores was the only thing you could hear from the two of them, it didn’t take long for Joe to fall asleep. he was just as tired as Florence was. you turned your attention to the two of them and felt your heart melt. your two favourite people in your company were the moments you treasured the most.

-♡-

“come on Joe i know it takes ten hours to do your hair but we are gonna be late” you said jokingly as you picked up Florence who was dressed in a white dress with the cutest sandals you’d ever seen, it was the last night in Italy before you went home tomorrow night and you wanted to do something special for Joe. he had planned this whole trip for you, knowing you needed a break from your town and the paparazzi (it’s not like you hit a break from that because they followed you everywhere!).

he needed to be appreciated just as much as he appreciated you and sometimes you struggled to do that with Florence. you weren’t saying that you didn’t love being a mum because you did, however sometimes you and Joe hardly spoke to each other because you were so focused on her.

“i’m coming honey, sorry” he came out of the bathroom with his hair perfectly styled, per usual, and he was wearing a comfortable but smart outfit. black jeans, blue t-shirt, let’s just say he looked perfect. he sat on the bed and put on his trainers and started doing the laces up, he stood up and kissed you on the cheek “you look beautiful baby” you smiled and thanked him with a a passionate kiss.

“and look at my angel” he took Florence out of your arms gently “you look perfect my sweet girl” he kissed her cheek a few times which made her squeal and hide her face in his neck. “right, let’s go, we can’t be late for whatever your mama’s planned can we?” you had seen a a popular restaurant all over social media which about fifteen minute walk from the hotel you were staying at which you also remembered was Joe’s favourite. he had been to Italy a few times and had always gone there with his friends and you had told him a few months ago when planning this trip that you couldn’t get a reservation which he was actually a little upset about. you and him hadn’t ever been there together and he wanted to take you there because he knew you’d love it. it was a surprise for him that you actually did get one. it wasn’t the best surprise out there but you knew it would mean something to him.

as the two of you walked hand in hand, Joe had Florence on his shoulders laughing as her dad played around with her. after about twenty minutes (due to Joe messing about) you guys approached the small town where the restaurant was and Joe’s eyes lit up, he could see the restaurant sign and turned his head to look at you.

“are we going in there?” he squeezed your hand slightly as his body filled with excitement. “yeah, i got us a reservation and wanted to surprise you. it’s not a huge thing but i knew you would like it” his heart melted, that’s one thing he loved most about you. always remembering the little things he had said and trying your best to get those things sorted. he had said about going here ages ago and honestly he had forgotten about it but you, you didn’t and you made sure you got one.

“aww honey, that’s so sweet of you” he let go of your hand and pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your waist. he kissed your cheek softly as the two of you continued walking towards the busy looking restaurant.

once sat inside the restaurant you sat opposite Joe with Florence in a high chair at the end next to both of you. she was babbling away in her own little language. Joe replied to everything she said as if he knew what she was saying but it made her happy, she had a smile on her face showing her four small teeth. “last night in Italy. is it bad that i want to live here forever?” Joe said as he turned his attention back to you.

you shook your head “no, it’s beautiful here” you smiled, if you could move to Italy you would, the houses were beautiful, the people were lovely, the views were gorgeous, so what was stopping you?. “maybe we could move here. i mean, not now obviously but sometime in the future we could” Joe said as he ran a hand through his hair.

“also just changing the subject, i really appreciate you doing this for us” he started but you rolled your eyes jokingly “Joe, all i did was make a reservation it’s not that big of a deal” you laughed but he took ahold of your hand and looked at you “it is to me. you went out if your way to get us in here and that’s just a small piece of what you do for us. you take care of flo when i’m away working which fucking kills me but you keep it together, make sure she’s okay and even make sure i’m okay and i’m not even there before you make sure you’re alright yourself. when we are at home together the only time we see each other is when we are in bed and at that point one of us is usually asleep. i know you miss up our date nights and even just being together in general” he was stroking your hand gently as he spoke.

“this vacation has been the best thing for us because we’ve actually spent time together which we rarely do. we have completely different schedules so i know it’s hard but after this movie is over i’m taking a break and i’m going to focus on you and flo. you’re my main priority and i need to spend time with you.” he kissed your hand and smiled.

“we do need to spend more time together and i do miss our dates, they were my favourite” his smile softened and his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. “i know, so that’s what we are doing. i’ll get someone to look after Florence and we will do something together” with happy your heart melting you leaned over the table enough to kiss him. you could feel him smile into the kiss which you always loved him doing, you didn’t know why, you just did.

“i love you” you said as you pulled away to sit back down “i love you more” you felt your cheeks heat up. you heard a small whine from the little lady who was sat next to you which made you both turn to look at her. she had the smallest frown on her face which made both you a Joe laugh “and we couldn’t forget our favourite girl” he said pulling her out of her high chair and placing her on his lap, smothering her with small kisses which made her giggle, making your heart melt at the sight. your favourite people in the world.

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joekeerysguitar · 11 months

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cuddle bug

here’s a short but sweet little paragraph <3 total fluff

cuddling with steve harrington is the most comforting thing on this planet. he is the most attentive and loving boy that you could’ve ever met. laying on his chest you listen to the slight "ba bum" of his heartbeat while feeling the rise and fall of his chest. you smell the detergent scent still lingering on his shirt as you’re bombarded by the heavenly scent of his fresh conditioner. you feel his gentle yet worn hands coax your lower back in small relaxing circles pulling you effortlessly closer to him. you gently trace shapes into his clothed chest as he looks at his pretty girl and smiles. once in a while he will place a gentle kiss to your temple or your head and tell you how much he loves you. your personal favorite being "i love you endlessly." you feel so safe and loved in his grasp. it feels like all the weight was lifted off of you, like you couldn't worry or even think about anything harmful. you occassionally look up to meet his gaze. his eyes are glazed over in adoration almost like he was staring at some million dollar painting. you just smile and peck him on the cheek making him blush a rosy pink. it was an endless cycle. you two could lay there for hours in silence just enjoying each others company or lightly talking about whatever came to mind.

this was your favorite part about loverboy steve harrington

this simple display of affection made you go head over heels for him

you wouldn’t want to be any other place but in his grasp

oh screw you..you little cuddle bug <3

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keerysfreckles · 4 months

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Hey again I was wondering if you could do a Joe Keery x reader where its their baby girls first Christmas and Joe's holding her showing her all the Christmas decorations in their house and then the Christmas tree which makes the baby in awe and her eyes get all big and she makes noises and grabby hands for the ornaments and then the reader makes cookies and hot chocolate for her and Joe and watch Christmas movies they also have a fire going on as well and it's just so domestic and cute and fluffy 🤍

christmas for three — joe keery

pairing: dad!joe keery x mom!gn!reader (no use of pronouns)

warnings: pure christmas fluff

a/n: i love christmas joe sm my heart actually hurts

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the week before christmas was always busy in your shared house with your husband, joe. this year was different however due to the new addition to the family; your daughter.

she had a wonderful birth, coming into this world as healthy as a baby can be.

december 18th came quickly for you and joe, meaning you only had a week to finish everything for the holiday season.

all the gifts were wrapped and in your closet, ready to be put under the tree. the three stockings were full by the fireplace.

what needed to be done was bake deserts for the christmas eve dinner at joe's family's house, and bake deserts for christmas dinner at your parents house. it was a lot to handle, but you always reminded yourself that it was worth it every year.

you were in the middle of making cookies, specifically for the christmas eve dinner. turning around to wash your hands, you spot joe and your daughter from your position in the kitchen. you smile fondly at the pair.

joe was holding your daughter in his arms, positioning her in order for her to see the tree. he was pointing to the ornaments in her field of vision, and you could barely hear him explaining what they meant to the three month old.

finishing the task at hand, you place the last batch of cookies in the oven, and set the other dirty dishes in the sink, promising yourself that you'd do them tomorrow.

joe turns his head at the sound of your slippers hitting the wood floor of the living room. you rest your head on his shoulder, and your heart only warms at the moment playing out in front of you.

"i think i'm putting her to sleep," joe laughs quietly.

you hold your hands out, "i'll take her to bed," you suggest, "i have to clean up in there anyway."

"are you sure?" joe asks, after handing your daughter to you, "you know i don't mind putting her to sleep love."

you nod, "i'm sure honey," you lean up and kiss his cheek before making your way down the hallway.

in fourteen minutes your able to set your daughter in her crib comfortably, with her blanket and stuffed animal beside her, and were able to quietly tidy her room.

you crack the door to her room, and are instantly met with the smell of hot chocolate.

entering the kitchen, your heart warms once again at the sight of joe with two mugs, full of hot chocolate and marshmellows. you turn your head and see all the dishes were now in the drying rack, and the dishwasher was running.

"i figured some hot cocoa would brighten your christmas spirit," joe handed you one of the mugs, before holding his hand on your lower back to lead you two into the living room.

you giggled once joe sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, and was holding his hand out for you to join him.

you stared lovingly at the man sitting across from you.

"what?" he asks, chuckling slightly before taking a sip of his chocolatey drink.

"you look so pretty by the fire," your voice is soft, but joe knows every word is true.

"i could say the same thing about you hun," he replies, which makes your cheeks warm and a smile adorns your features.

a minute passes, before you speak again, "can you believe this is our first christmas with a child?"

joe lets out an exasperated laugh, "it seems too good to be true. but before we know it she'll be in kindergarden, and bringing boys home, then going off to college."

the two of you laugh, "she's not even a year old yet joe, can we not talk about her growing up?"

joe nods, knowing the topic has made you emotional the few times you've joked about it.

he places a warm hand on your knee, and places his own mug down. he leans in slightly, making you meet him. just as his lips brush your own, his soft voice mumbles against your skin.

"i love you."

his lips finally meet yours. it was gentle and soft, not worrying about one fighting for dominance, or tongues getting in the way of the sweet moment.

you turn your head, deepening the kiss, and making joe move his hand to your cheek as you scoot closer to him.

"i love you," you repeat his words, after pulling away from the kiss.

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Made For You

Pairing: JoeKeeryxReader

Request: You go to the US Open with Joe after buying him tickets for your five month anniversary. You have kept your relationship under wraps because you struggle with anxiety and don't want all the attention. You are always careful. You are in a VIP suite and things start heating up but you stop it, not wanting anyone to see you. You head to the bathroom and are confronted by a reporter who took a picture of you that she plans to plaster on the Internet and judging you, wondering why Joe would be with someone like you, sending you into a full blown attack. Joe comes to check on you and gets you out of there, back to his house, where the two of you make love while he assures you everything is okay.

I hope you're okay with the fact that I adjusted the request a bit and had the confrontation with a reporter. I am fine with RFP but I am not comfortable writing about Joe's personal relationships.

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“Joe,” you murmured, head thrown back as his lips trailed over the side of the neck, latching on when they reached that sweet spot just between your neck and shoulder, causing a low moan to rise from your chest.

Your hand slid into his hair, knocking the pink baseball cap off. It fell forward, against your face and Joe swatted it away, the fingers of his other hand curling around the strap of your tank top, dragging it down your arm. Lips, tongue, and teeth explored your collarbone, the skin just above the collar of your tank.

“Fuck babydoll, you’re driving me crazy with this outfit,” he rasped, fingers now resting on your knee, kneading along the flesh of your thigh as they slid up, heading underneath the skirt you’d picked just for this occasion.

It was a cute little white tennis skirt, something you’d picked up, wanting to make sure you looked the part when you joined your man at the U.S. Open. Joe had been talking about it for months, his passion infectious, and you’d wanted to make sure he got to see it. You’d bought the tickets without him knowing, surprising him for your five month anniversary. You weren’t much of a sports fan but you wanted to support his passions just like he did yours.

You’d received an even bigger surprise when you’d arrived and, upon seeing Joe Keery, your tickets had instantly been upgraded to a VIP suite. All the free drinks had been coming your way and feeling a bit tipsy, you were letting your guard down. Usually so cautious about being caught by paparazzi but now Joe’s hand was under your skirt and it just felt so damn good, too good to care about who was watching.

Your hand wrapped around the back of his neck, chest arching into him when his lips wrapped around your nipple through the thin cotton of the tank top. His hand cupped your pussy over your underwear, pulling your nipple between his teeth and you cried out.

“Shh, baby, got to be quiet,” he whispered, smirking against your skin, his nose marking a long over your neck and across your jaw. “Don’t want to get caught, now, do we?”

Caught…that word stuck in your brain and your eyes popped open. You pushed his hand back, looking around you anxiously. Had anyone seen? Oh god, what if there were pictures on the internet tomorrow of the two of you with Joe’s hand up your skirt? After the last time the paparazzi had hounded the two of you, causing you to fall down the stairs, you’d had nightmares. Flashbulbs going off in your face, people screaming at you, chasing you down the street.

You hated the publicity that came with dating someone like Joe but you loved him. You loved him so much that it was a deep ache within you. You loved him so much that you were willing to put up with the insanity but only in small amounts. Joe, being the amazing person he was, tried his best to shield you. When the pictures came out, he gave no comment, leaving everyone to speculate that you were possibly just a date, nothing more.

You loved him enough that you wanted to scream it from the rafters. You wanted everyone to know that he was yours but you knew you couldn’t handle the repercussions that came with that kind of public announcement. Joe knew too and he respected it, working hard to keep your private life just that, private.

“Hey,” he said softly, one of his large hands cupping your cheek, amber eyes flooded with concern, so soft and sweet. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I just…people could be watching,” you whispered.

“Nobody can see us, angel. We’re in a VIP suite, all alone, just you and me.”

He reached for you but you rose from the couch, shaking your head, “Joe…I can’t. I’m sorry.” You grabbed onto the back of it to steady yourself. “I uh…I have to use the bathroom.”

“Okay. You want me to come with you?”

“No. I’m good. I don’t want you to miss the final tournament,” you insisted, stumbling as you headed for the door.

“Hey, angel, you know it’s okay, right?” Joe called out and you turned to look at him in confusion. He smiled gently. “It’s okay. I understand why you don’t want to. I would never want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

“I know.”

You smiled and nodded, making your way on unsteady feet for the bathroom. You hated that you were like this. You hated how your anxiety ruled your life, your thoughts, your relationship. You wished you could give Joe everything he wanted. You wished things could be easy but that ugly fear always reared its head.

Pushing open the bathroom door, you headed into a stall. As you exited, another woman entered the bathroom. She walked up next to you at the sink as you pumped soap into your hands, washing her own. Your eyes lifted to the mirror to find her looking at you with a small smirk, her head tilted as if in interest.

“Uhh…hi…” you said, finding it strange that this woman was just looking at you but also not wanting the situation to be awkward if it didn’t need to be. You had enough awkwardness in your life. Hell, you were the definition of awkward.

“Hello. So, how did a girl like you manage to snag a snack like Joe Kerry?”

Your mouth dropped open, eyes wide, your reflection in the mirror one of someone standing in oncoming traffic, watching the truck barreling down toward you, bracing for impact. Your hands grasped the sides of the sink as your brain processed what this woman had just said to you. How would she know that? Who was she?

“Excuse me?”

One hip rested against the edge of the porcelain, her arms folding over her chest, long manicured fingernails, deep burgundy curling around her arms. The look on her face reminded you of a snake just waiting to strike. This woman was out for blood. You swallowed the panic down, inhaling slowly just like your therapist had taught you, reminding yourself that you had to stay calm. You could not give whoever this was any ammunition if you didn’t want your life to absolutely implode in the worst way.

“I mean, Keery? Seriously? The man of the luscious locks, chiseled jaw, and perfect ass is dating you? Who are you? It’s my business to know everyone sweetie and I have no idea who you are. Which would lead me to believe that you’re a nobody. So, explain to me, what exactly is that gorgeous man, a man who dated a beautiful actress, doing with someone like you?”

Her eyes traveled from your head to your toe, taking in the sight of you, your little tennis outfit, with obvious distaste. You could feel a panic attack coming on. Your palms were clammy, your chest tight, each breath feeling like a struggle as your heart beat so loud you were sure this nasty woman could hear it too.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered, shaking your head as you lied, lied to try to save yourself, save Joe, save your sanity. “I don’t even know who you’re talking about. I just came with friends.”

“Oh yeah? Is this something you do with people you don’t even know? Bit trashy, don’t you think?”

She held up her phone and your entire world crashed down around you, the sound echoing through your head. There you were, your head thrown back, Joe’s lips on your neck and his hand up your skirt. There was your worst fear in vivid color on this woman’s iPhone. That wicked smile morphed into smug satisfaction, your face giving everything away.

“No…I…that…it’s not what you think.”

You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think. How would you ever explain this away? Your eyes closed against the lights in the bathroom that were suddenly far too bright. Your head pounded with the blood rushing through your body. Fingers clawed at your shirt as the noose tightened around you, choking you, your other hand the only keeping you upright as you held onto the sink with an iron grip.

“What else could it possibly be?” the woman laughed, the sound grating, setting every one of your nerves on edge. “Either you’re in a relationship with him or you’re just a nasty little whore who let some guy she didn’t know feel her up. What? He’s famous so you were hoping for some money, gifts? Oh…are you a call girl? Did he pay you for your services?” She frowned, shaking her head. “No, you’re not pretty enough to be a high end call girl. I suggest you clear the air, sweetie, because this image is going to be everywhere in a few hours. If you don’t tell me your story, the public will write one themselves.”

“No. Please. I can’t…” you begged, tears stinging your eyes, falling down your cheeks as your legs gave out, your body sinking to the tile floor of the bathroom. You curled into a ball, desperate to shield yourself from the attack. If you could just make yourself small enough, maybe she would go away, maybe she wouldn’t see you.

“Have it your way. Either way, Joe is really lowering his standards. He could have damn near any girl he wants and he is wasting his time with a nobody, plain girl like you. Sad. Hope you’re ready for the whole world to know who you are.”

You heard the bathroom door swing shut. She was gone but you couldn’t move. You whimpered, rocking back and forth, desperate for this all to have been some nightmare. You would wake up any moment in your bed and this all would have been in your head.

Jesus, this was so bad. This was apocalyptic end of the world bad. Your face would be plastered everywhere and every single person who saw that picture would think the same thing that vile woman had. They would see beautiful, perfect Joe with some plain, boring nothing. You weren’t an actress. You weren’t a model. You weren’t anything special. You were nobody. You couldn’t possibly compete with the women who had been on his arm before you and every single person would know that. They would judge you. They would comment vile things. They would find you and harass you. The very thought caused your chest to tighten even more.

Breathing was impossible. You struggled to open your eyes and the bathroom began to spin, the garish birds painted on the walls morphing, losing focus. Everything was fuzzy. Your stomach lurched and you feared you were going to lose your dinner all over yourself. Your head sunk to the floor, curling yourself into the fetal position as you fought back against the attack on your senses.

“Angel?” came a voice as if from underwater, muffled, indistinct. You couldn’t focus. “Jesus Christ. Let’s get you out of here.” Two strong arms found their way under you, one behind your neck and one tucked behind your knees. You were moving but you didn’t know where and you didn’t care. You just wanted to disappear. “I need a cab. Call me a cab right now!”

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Your eyes blinked slowly open, struggling to focus. You were wrapped up in a blanket in Joe’s bed. It was dark, no light coming through the windows, letting you know that it was still nighttime. There was a mug of tea on the nightstand next to you and the weight of an arm cradling your body, warmth snuggled up behind you.

“Joe?” you inquired softly.

“Hey there, beautiful. You’re awake.” His lips brushed against your shoulder as he pulled you closer against him. His voice was shaky, full of fear and concern. “How are you feeling?”

“I don’t know. I…what happened?”

“I found you curled up on the bathroom floor. Scared the shit of me, angel. Did you have an attack?”

“I…” Your voice broke off as the events of the night came rushing back. Joe’s hand up your skirt, your fear of someone seeing, the nasty woman in the bathroom, the picture on her cell phone, the things she said about you, the promise that the picture was going to be all over the internet. A sob rose from within you. “Oh god.”

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Joe pleaded, brushing your hair back, his face burrowing into your neck. “What happened?”

“There was a woman in the bathroom. I don’t know how but she had a picture of us in the suite. She’s posting it on the internet. She accused me of using you for money or being a call girl.”

“Fuck,” he muttered angrily.

“But then she said there was no way I was a high end call girl because I wasn’t pretty enough. She wondered what you were doing with me because I’m not…I’m not good enough. And she’s right Joe. I’m not. I don’t know why you’re with me. And now the whole world is going to see my face and they’re going to wonder the same thing and they’re going to find out all about me. They’ll find out where I work, where I live, and they’re never going to leave me alone. They’ll make our lives hell. They’ll ask you over and over what you’re doing with someone like me and then you’ll wonder and you’ll leave me.”

“Whoa…whoa…” he breathed, his hand cupping your shoulder, pressing you onto your back. Those deep amber eyes burned straight through to your soul, eyebrows scrunched, little furrow lines of concern between them. “What are you talking about? I’m not going to leave you.”

“You will,” you insisted, tears spilling from your eyes, wetting the pillow beneath you. “You will and who would blame you? I’m nothing. I’m not pretty enough to be a model or an actress. You could have anyone you wanted. Women are dying to be with you.”

“I’m not dying to be with anyone but you,” Joe stated, the backs of his fingers running down your cheek, his nose brushing over yours. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I don’t give a shit what some trashy reporter said. She was just trying to get a rise out of you to get a good story. She wanted to make you lose your shit, baby. That’s what they do. They want drama so they can plaster it everywhere. Joe Keery dating a psycho.”

A wail pulled from deep within you, your hands covering your face, “I am a psycho. What kind of person falls apart on the floor of a public bathroom and can’t remember what happened? What kind of person can’t handle life?”

“You can handle life, angel. You’re the strongest person I know. You have something you struggle with but you fight it and you go to work and you live your life. It’s okay to need help sometimes. That’s what I’m here for, okay? I’ve always got you and I’ll have you through this too. I know you didn’t want the world to know but there’s no putting that particular secret back in the box. So, we deal with it together.”

“No…we don't fit, Joe. It would be better if we end things now. Then you could just say I was some fling and it’s over and nobody would bother you about it. I know how much you value your privacy too and let’s face it. We’re not right for each other. You’re way too good for me.”

“Baby, that’s not true. If anyone’s too good, it’s you whose too good for me,” he stated. His mouth covered yours, tongue slipping past your lips to lick into your mouth. You moaned softly, your body responding instantly, fingers slipping into his silky locks. “See? Look how right we are. Let me show you, angel. Let me help you relax and show you just how much we’re made for each other.”

“Joe,” you whispered but it was futile. His hand was slipping under the blanket, under the hem of your skirt, along your inner thigh and you sighed, opening for him. You were helpless when it came to him. You couldn’t stop this if you tried.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, his mouth trailing a blaze of kisses over your jaw and neck while two thick fingers slipped into your panties, moving through your slick to your entrance, teasing. “Let me make you feel good, baby. Let me easy all that pesky anxiety away the way only I can, okay?”

You nodded, eyes slipping closed, gasping, nails digging into his shoulders when those fingers pressed into you, curling against your spongy walls, that space that made your legs tremble with need. His other hand pulled on the strap of your tank top, dragging it down your shoulder until your breast was free, lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. HIs tongue swirled and then flicked as his fingers moved within you and you arched, pressing yourself more fully into his mouth, needing more. Nothing was ever enough with Joe.

“Good, baby. Let it all go for me,” he whispered, teeth raking over your nipple while his thumb began making circles over your clit. “Love all those little sounds you make. So fucking hot, beautiful.”

“Joe…feels so good,” you gasped, hips rocking up, moving against his hand, the knot in your stomach twisting ever tighter, the way it did before it completely unraveled.

“Who’s the only one who can make you feel like this?” he demanded, lips coming back to yours, teeth pulling at your bottom lip until you whimpered.

“You.”

“That’s right,” he smirked, “I’m the only one who makes you feel like this, angel.”

Your fingers grasped at the sheets. His mouth was back on your nipple, licking, sucking, nipping. His thick fingers stretched apart, scissoring within you in preparation of what was to come, and his thumb kept constant pressure on your clit. That knot was as tight as it was going to go and then it burst apart and you were arching, screaming his name, muscles tensing and then trembling. Joe worked you through it, continuing to pleasure you until he felt your walls relaxing around him.

“Mine,” he growled, fingers slipping from within you to be brought into his mouth, sucking slowly, the sight so fucking erotic that your body responded instantly, ready for more.

Joe pressed himself up, pushing his sweats and boxers down over his hips. One hand rested on the side of your head, legs between yours, spreading you wide. His nose ran over yours, lips brushing yours sweetly as he gripped his cock, centering it and then pressed into you, slowly, so slowly that you could feel him stretching you, caressing your walls intimately until he bottomed out, hips press flush against yours.

“Do you feel that?” he whispered, his head ducking down, lips right next to your ear. “Feel how perfectly we fit? Your body was made for me. You were made for me."

Tears stung your eyes as Joe began to move, his movement slow, gentle, loving, as if he were trying to fill you with certainty, using his body to show you exactly how he felt. His arms slid underneath your upper back, pressing your chests together, every inch of your skin touching him.

"You're mine," Joe rasped, lips moving against yours. "You can't leave me, baby because you were meant to be mine. You belong here, with me, always."

Your hands cradled his face, mouths molded together in a kiss of desperation as tears flowed down your cheeks. You wanted this. You wanted him. You wanted forever. You wanted everything he was saying to be true and maybe it was. Maybe it didn't matter what anyone else thought. Maybe it only mattered how much you loved him, how much he loved you.

Joe rutted against you, burying himself so deep with each thrust that you feel him in the very depths of your soul. Your hands moved over his shoulders, the muscles of his back, gripping him as that knot coiled once again and then released, forceful and explosive, your body trembling violently beneath him.

"Oh shit angel, you feel so good. You're pulling me so...fuck. I'm gonna...I'm..."

Joe's release flooded you, his body shuddering over yours as he held you tightly as if you were his port in a storm. Maybe you were, maybe you could be. He was yours. From the moment you'd met, he'd always understood you, had such empathy, been everything you needed, so patient and kind.

"I love you," he rasped, lips finding yours once again. "Don't leave me, baby. I love you so much."

"Never," you promised, and you meant it. How could you ever walk away from this man, this man who was everything you never even knew you needed? Everything you never thought could exist? "I love you so much, Joe. I don't know what I did to deserve you but I am so grateful I get to be the one to have you."

"You're you, angel. That's more than enough. I am the luckiest guy in the world. You belong with me."

"Made for you, right?" you smiled.

"Made for me," he repeated, his lips covering yours once again and every ounce of anxiety had vanished, replaced with nothing but Joe and your love for him.

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Piano Man

Chapter Two - If I Only Had the Words (to Tell You) 🎶

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of heartbreak, abandonment issues, emotional vulnerability, heart ache, established relationship

Summary: You and Steve have been dating for nearly 6 months, all of which he’s enjoyed. Yet it has been exactly a year since Nancy told him he was bullshit. So even though he desperately wants to tell you he loves you he’s afraid you might say he’s bullshit too.

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Fall 1985

But I only have these arms to hold you

It’s a dark Fall night. The house smelling of popcorn you had popped earlier to watch during a movie. Halloween decorations had been plastered all over Steve’s home, a home that hadn’t been decorated for any holiday in a very long time. You had changed that though, changed him. You made not only this home full, but his heart. Which is why Steve lies beside you in his bed absolutely hating himself for not being able to tell you how he feels. How much he loves you, how much you had saved him these last six months.

You had been there for it all. Cheering in the stands when he graduated, taking your lunch break to visit him everyday at Scoops Ahoy, not getting jelous of his newfound friendship with Robin, taking care of him when the monsters returned and the mall burned down, and even helping him and Robin get hired at the video store where you had worked this entire time. Everytime he thought you'd leave, somehow you were still there, and he appreciated you for every bit of it. So why the hell couldn't he say it?

He knew why. He knew because everytime he looked at the plastic Halloween decorations filling his home he was brought right back to Tina's Halloween party. Right back to that very bathroom where the only girl he ever loved looked into his eyes and told him he was bullshit. It had been a year but he still remembered how devastated he was, how his heart felt as she ripped it straight from his chest. The look in her eyes was seared into his memory, devoid of any emotion but distate blazing in them. He couldn't relive that, wouldn't relive that. Especially with you.

He may have loved Nancy but with you it was different. With you, he knew you were going to be the one. The one person handcrafted specifically for him. A soul designed to match his own in a large and lonely world. Somehow he had found you and now he wouldn't do anything to risk it, he would guarantee it. It had hurt when Nancy said she didn't love him but if you did. Well that would kill him.

"What kind of candy do the kids like?" you ask in the dark bedroom, voice overlapping that of Billy Joel's from the cassette player. You're My Home played softly throughout the room and you wished Steve knew that was how you felt about him. That until now you were pretty sure you had nowhere to belong and now you belonged to him.

"Why do you ask?” Steve hums, hands reaching to run through your hair. He lived for nights like this, where you just laid here with legs tangled together and talked about things practically meaningless.

"Well I want to make them happy, I know how much they love Halloween. Dustin hasn't shut up about it all week and I want something to cheer Mike up. I know how badly they wanted to dress up as The Goonies but with Will and El gone they can't" you tell Steve, hand lacing with his own under the covers. Steve smiles softly at you and how much you care for the very kids he had taken under his own wing.

"I don't know what kind of candy they like, I'm sure whatever is fine. As for Mike, tell him we can be Andy and Brand. Maybe I can convince Robin to be Data or something" Steve tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The image of Robin in the Data costume meant for Will makes you giggle and Steve is pulling you closer, chest brushing against your own.

"You'd give up our Grease costume for that?" you ask, knowing how excited he was to be Danny Zuko and wear his leather jacket.

"Yeah but don't tell them that. They'll get big heads" Steve grumbles, practically hearing Dustin tease him about how much he loves all of them. You giggle against him and Steve warms over, feeling those very words sitting heavy on his chest. If only he had the words to tell you. He knew you were waiting, wondering why he hadn't said them. If you only had time to understand why he struggled with it so much. Everyone he ever loved left, if he said these words outloud he couldn't risk you leaving him too.

"You're the best Stevie" you tell him, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his nose. Steve hums in delight, not allowing you to back away as he pulls you to his lips and kisses you quickly. He knows you love him, you only said things like that to replace those very words. If he would just say it your response would have been 'I love you Stevie'. Instead he gets broad statements that he has slowly come to despise.

"Yeah, yeah, best babysitter ever" he mumbles and you giggle because even though he pretends to hate it you know how much he loves it. How much he loves those kids. If he didn't he wouldn't spend time with them. One of those very kids was his ex girlfriend’s brother and he never let any of those things stop him. He was always there for them.

"Only the best can handle six kids at a time" you tell him and Steve searches your eyes, loving how when you look at them they’re filled with adoration instead of hate. He knows not saying anything won't change your feelings and you will carry on loving him without it. He just couldn't bring himself to say it, the urge never there even though he was practically dying inside to tell you. He wished you knew how hard it is to say.

Sometimes when he finds himself even close he feels silly. I love you seemed too simple to portray the love he had for you. It was so basic, a word your heard on the radio over and over again. Every song as simple as the last. How unoriginal were his words when the radio repeats them every single day? Even with his love for Billy Joel he figures he'll never find a song to sing you. One that perfectly depicted exactly how he felt about you. He doesn't want to sing those tired words again, words he wasted on people who never loved him back.

“You ever think about having kids?” Steve asks, leaning back into the pillow and staring at his ceiling. You admire the soft tufts of his hair on his chest, the way his bicep flexes as he reaches to tuck his hand under his head. He’s so handsome and it should scare you that your boyfriend of only six months has suddenly asked you about having kids and yet you don’t seem to mind.

“All the time” you tell him earnestly, snuggling into his side and grazing your fingers along his sternum, grinning when he shivers from your touch.

“I want to have a whole bunch, make me feel better about being an only child” Steve says, his hand pressed to your back slowly sliding up and into your hair.

“What do you mean, make you feel better?” you ask, lifting your head to glance at the boys face as he continues to be deep in thought.

“I was a lonely kid, my parents never really cared to pay any attention and without any siblings or cousins I was left to my own devices. I think it’s half the reason I was such an asshole in high school” he says, almost wincing at the thought of how many people he had treated like shit over the years just to guarantee he wouldn’t be all alone.

“You were protecting yourself” you say, understanding exactly what he means and Steve nods, eyes glancing down at your form.

“I want my kids to have built in friends and even better, present parents” he tells you and suddenly you find yourself wanting nothing more than to have kids with the boy beside you.

“You’ll be the best Dad Steve, I just know it” you tell him and there are those words again, sitting on his tongue and begging to escape but he just can’t seem to let them go. He hates himself for it, looking away before you see the regret in his eyes.

“I hope so, I just wish my Grandpa was still around to see it” he says, thinking of the only person in his life who ever really liked him for him when he was growing up. The man who had heaven sent you straight to him when he needed you the most.

“He is, don’t you worry about that Stevie” you tell him, eyes fluttering close as you listen to cassette playing in the room. The boombox clicked, indicating the start of a new song. Worse Comes to Worst slowly filling the room.

“Oh worse comes to worst. I’ll get along” you start singing the melody into the dark night air, the fall breeze fluttering in from the window and brushing against the curtains.

“I don’t know how, but sometimes - I can be strong” Steve starts singing along with you and suddenly your both giggling into the night, sharing a love for one another and a love for Billy Joel. The very man that had brought you two together.

“Do you ever get sick of listening to him?” Steve asks and you know he’s asking you about Billy Joel. You shake your head softly against his chest, gazing into those hazel eyes.

“No, he reminds me of you. Makes me feel close to you no matter where I am. Yet I suppose that’s exactly how he makes you feel about your Grandpa” you say, voice humming along the boys ribs.

“Yeah but now he reminds me of you too” Steve admits and you smile before leaning up and capturing his lips in your own. When you had approached the sad boy in the record store you never would have imagined it would bring you here.

"I'm gonna try and sleep" you tell the boy, snuggling closer and allowing your heavy eyelids to close. Steve smiles softly and presses another kiss to your forehead. He knows life goes on and tonight will soon be gone. Another missed opportunity to tell you exactly how he feels. His wished he had the words to tell you but instead he only has his arms to hold you, pulling you closer into him. It's really all you can ask of any man, to be held with such love even if he won't say it.

"Goodnight Rosy" he mutters, 'I love you' he says in his head. He knows disappointment swells in your chest, having been by his side for six months and waiting to know exactly how he felt about you. The only noise in the dark room now is the voice of Billy Joel and your soft breathing. He pulls you close, relishing in the feeling of having you in his arms. When he’s sure you’re asleep he tells you.

"I love you Rosy, I really do. Just please don't give up on me, I promise I want to say it. You deserve to know just how much I adore you but every person I've ever loved has left me. I know you won't but I need time for my head to catch up with my heart. Until then, if I only had the words to tell you..."

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"Such a pretty girl" he looks up at you as his hands grip onto your thighs, his mouth dripping with your cum as you pant.

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wildchildblog · 1 year

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#lol #joe keery stranger things #joe keery #joseph quinn reddit

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joekeeryswife · 17 days

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hello lovely could u please maybe do an insta au with joe? 💕💕

Instagram AU - j.k

a/n: hey loves! here is my first joe instagram au. short but sweet, enjoy 🫶🏼

ynyln: on set 🎬

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ynyln: that’s a wrap!

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mayahawke: i can’t leave my bed, im so hungover 😵

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ynfan02: y/n looking as beautiful as ever 🥹

ynyln: soft launch i guess ☺️ @djo

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djo: my girl 😚

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joekeerysguitar · 8 months

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erasing the lies

not friends/slight enemies to lovers <3

overview: you are an a+ student who is well rounded, very disciplined, and hard working gets asked to tutor the most obnoxious, lazy, and rude boy who ever stepped foot on this planet… steve harrington. unable to say no, you help him.. but what you uncover is something completely unexpected..

included: angst, fluff, mutual feelings, happy ending, cursing, relationships, use of y/n

authors note: heyy everyone! sorry about not uploading or writing anything in a longggg time. i’ve been super busy lately and just trying to enjoy the summer but i’m back! came up with this super cute idea and i hope you enjoy! thank you for all the love on the rest of my fics!! much love, nina <3

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“Mhm… yes.. she’ll be down shortly” The phone hits the receiver as your teacher spins around catching your eyes. “Y/N, the principal would like to see you.” She smiles her fake toothy grin as she resumes her lesson.

You feel the eyes on you as you quickly stuff your bag with your notebooks and pencils trying to get out of being the center of attention. You could hear the slight whispering of the class which feeds your inner thoughts.

“Oh shit, what did I do?”

“Am I in trouble?”

Quickly shutting the classroom door behind you, you exhale taking in the stale air of the empty hallway of Hawkins High School. You quickly walk down the hall as your heart beats wildly out of your chest. You can feel your stomach churn as you reach out for the door nob of the brown glass door that reads “Main Office.” The small bell at the top of the door rings alerting the secretary as you quickly step inside and shut the door gently. Taking a deep breath, you chase the butterflies away in your stomach as you loosen your shoulders and walk up to her forming a smile with your cherry lips.

“Uh hi, I was called down by the principal.” You mutter with a small smile.

“You must be Y/N?” She asks reading at a post it note on her desk. You nod trying to quickly get this interaction over with. “Have a seat dear.”

You walk over to the small sofa chair in the corner of the office. Bouncing your leg, you can feel the nervousness creep up from your core once again as the same questions float through your mind like clouds on a breezy day. You look around the room and notice old school yearbook photos, sports championship awards, and other boring memorabilia. Before you get a chance to read any, the door swings open to the person you did not want to see… the principal. He is older, with short small wisps of hair that adorn his mostly bald head. He is wearing a blue suit and you can see his beer belly slightly protrude from his attire.

“Come on in Y/N”

You quickly get out of the seat and follow him into the small crammed office. Your eyes immediate lock onto a very recognizable face here at Hawkins High. This face belongs to someone who’ve you have despised since elementary school. Someone who used to practically rule over the school, date every girl in the 5 mile radius, and keep his hair perfectly in place every single day. The King of Hawkins High was sitting right before your eyes.. the one and the only Steve Harrington. He just feverishly looks up at you before darting his eyes away and fiddles with his fingers embarrassingly. Your mind floods with endless questions as you take a seat next to him.

Steve Harrington is known for being the arrogant and snobby rich jock who’s only personality trait is hooking up with 50 girls a month. Rumors go around that his ex girlfriend Nancy Wheeler broke up with him because she cheated with Jonathan Byers and didn’t want to get risked getting caught. All you know is that you don’t want to mess with him or even talk to him. He fails all his classes, always goes to parties, and barely has his parents home.

Trouble.

The principal clears his throat, “I probably assume you two have never met. Let me introduce you two. Y/N this is Steve, Steve this is Y/N.”

Being polite you turn your head and put on a fake smile as he returns the favor before you both quickly look at the principal once again.

“Now I called you two down here not because you’re in trouble but I have an important question to ask.” He says flicking his eyes between you two.

Okay not in trouble.. that’s a good sign.

“Y/N, now I know you are in many advanced classes and receive very high grades.” You nod and smile agreeing with his statements. You feel Steve shift in his chair uncomfortably as you look over and see his face blush as red as a tomato. “Well, Steve here does not receive the best of grades. Right now, if he doesn’t pass his classes, he will be unable to qualify for graduation.” You nod you head as your head whirs with millions of thoughts…

“Pfft, no shit it’s Steve Harrington”

“Unable to graduate? I could never.”

“What does this even mean?”

“Well I was wondering if you would be interested in tutoring him? Either once or twice a week would suffice.” He says with a smile as he looks at you.

Your heart drops just like the roller coasters at amusement parks. Your stomach does a flip as you can feel your organs rearrange from inside. Your face starts to heat up as your palms begin to get sweaty. You’re bad at making decisions especially ones that require things you don’t like.

Tutor Steve Harrington? Shoot me now!

Looking over at Steve you notice him look up at you reading your face for any response. You just look at him and look at the principal as the thoughts zoom around your brain.

You don’t know what to do.

Should I be the better person? Should I help the douchebag? You decide to go with your gut, you can’t ever say no.

You look up at the principal. “Sure, why not.” You smile as you look over to Steve who just looks at you like his prayers got awnsered.

He knows your really smart. Really really smart. And pretty cute too. You know, maybe this whole tutoring thing would work out in his favor. He passes his classes and he gets a new chic.

“Perfect, thank you Y/N!” He smiles as he hands you Steve’s grade sheet. “He specifically needs to work on Physics and US History.”

You glance at his grade sheet as you read the grades.

Physics- D

English- C

US History- F

Geometry- B

Oh boy, these grades aren’t looking too hot.

The principal buds in again. “Tutoring could be 1-2 hours at either persons house. He must be fully prepared by the last month of school.” You nod your head placing his grade sheet in your bag.

“Steve why don’t you thank Y/N for helping you with your studies?” He demands looking at Steve.

“Thank you Y/N.” He says timidly looking up into your eyes for a split second.

His eyes were really pretty. Brown with a hazel undertone. They shined with the morning sun glimmering through the half drawn shades.

You just smile back at him and reply “You’re welcome. Does tomorrow night around 6:00 at my place work?” He nods as you exchange addresses.

You leave the office with a million thoughts in your head.

How are you supposed to tutor someone you hate. Out of all people it is goddamn Steve Harrington. The rich, snobby, and rude jock who knows nothing but of parties and alcohol. You’re not gonna enjoy these sessions, you already know it. Seeing him is bad enough, how you have to talk and teach him twice a week for the next several weeks. Might as well just dig your grave now.

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“He will be here any min- ding.. I’ll get it.” You yell through the house. Steve had just ringed your doorbell. Your blood pressure just rose off the charts. You quickly run over to the front door and open it. There is Mr. Pretty Boy himself with his books cradled in his hands. He is wearing a dark green polo shirt with his usual blue jeans. He flashes you a charming hello smile as you step to the side and let him in.

That smile. Oh boy, made you feel different.

“Hi, how are you?” You ask watching him look around the house.

I’m sure he’s definitely judging it. Rich boy isn’t used to small rooms…

“I’m fine, how are you?” He asks catching you in the eye as you find yourself get lost in them.

Shake it off.. you gotta hate him…

Steve knows that he has this horrible reputation and he knows that people who don’t know him see him as what he used to be. His goal is to change that, whatever way possible. He hasn’t had a ton of friends since the whole situation. Heck, he dropped Tommy and his silly girlfriend. He really had no one.

He had hope.

Maybe you could be his first actual friend…

If he could prove to you that he changed…

He could even prove to himself that he won’t make mistakes ever again..

“Follow me.” You say tucking your hair behind your ears as you guide him to your room.

Your room was small and quaint. White walls with white decor. The accent the room was baby pink as you had several pictures of flowers or beaches on the wall. It was your comfy spot. Made you feel safe.

As you enter the room you walk over and sit down on your bed swinging your legs as they dangle off the floor. Beside you are the books you set out to study and practice with. Steve just looked around with a curious gaze in his eyes before he set his stuff down on your desk and walked over to sit beside you.

“Let’s get started.” You say turning to face him while you grab the Physics book from off the pile.

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“What’s the awnser to Question #7?” You ask as you stare at his pondering complexion. You wait a few seconds. “Hello? Earth to Steve?” You ramble as you wave your hand in front of his face.

“What.. sorry.” He jumps back into reality looking bored.

“Are you okay?” You ask softly as he looks up into your eyes.

“Can we do something else?” He asks trying to read a reaction from your face.

“Yeah, Math or Social Studies?” You ask totally clueless.

“Not school Y/N.” He drags readjusting himself on your bed.

“Then what?” You ask a little harsher then expected. He looks surprised at your response.

“Jeez, you’re a little cranky.” He says sarcastically as he takes the book from your lap and places it on the ground. You watch as he fixes his hair after it gets into his face.

His hair is really nice. Dark thick hazelnut colored hair that is always perfectly styled and hair sprayed. They don’t call him “The Hair” for nothing.

You zoned out for a minute while studying his lucious locks and now he is taping your shoulder lightly to regain your attention.

“Sorry, just confused what you wanna do since the whole reason why you are here is to pass school.” You brush a piece of fallen hair from behind your ear.

Steve is not gonna lie to himself. You’re pretty cute, even when your cranky.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks looking confused as he looks into your darting eyes.

You search your brain for a response. You question telling him a lie or telling him the truth. Taking a deep breath you spit out the truth.

“Not currently. I mean it’s just a weird situation. You know, you’re popular and a jock and every girl on the planet is obsessed with you. And I’m not popular, a nerd, and never has had a boyfriend. So yeah this is a little awkward. Plus considering the fact that I thought you absolutely 100% hated me prior to this.” You blurt out with a nervous chuckle as you examine your fingers.

“What did I do to make you think that I hated you?” He asks inquisitively while still looking at you as he sees the blush to your cheeks.

“I mean in elementary school you did push me into a muddy puddle.” You say looking back up at him and smiling a bit.

He chuckles and says jokingly, “That’s the reason why? I’m sorry I did that Y/N but… maybe you deserved it.” His voice turns serious. “But on a serious note, let’s just scratch this whole stereotype thing and start fresh, okay?” He asks looking right into your ocean blue eyes as he extends his hand forward.

“Deal.” You laugh as you shake his hand. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you!”

“I’m Steve, nice to meet you too!” He smiles brightly.

Hard feelings vanished..

For the remainder of the night, you two talk small talk about what you two enjoy and things that are happening in your lives. To be honest, you don’t mind him. You enjoy his quick remarks, his flirty attitude, his humor, and most of all his company.

On the other hand, Steve never thought he would speak to you a day in his life. But here he is, talking about movies, people, etc with someone he just met 24 hours ago and hell he was enjoying it too! There was something about you, something that made him incredibly happy inside. Something that filled a void no one has even filled before.

By the time the night was over, you already exchanged phone numbers and planned your next session.

Steve nor you could not wait for the next time you saw eachother!

Something definitely changed with him over the years. You’ve learned so much from him and how he has grown to better himself. It feels like someone took a pink eraser and erased all the lies right off the paper. It was good as new!

Deep down you had a feeling though and Steve was definitely feeling it too..

Deep down you had a crush..

On Steve Harrington..

The person who you refused to even speak to about 24 hours ago..

And he had one on you too..

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It was three days later and you and Steve were in the exact same spot practicing questions. You could tell by his body language that he was getting tired and bored. He got up and started to wander around your room with his usual playful smirk tugging at his lips. Steve was bored of studying, you two have been studying flash cards for two hours and he was at his wits end. Steve loved the little breaks or stupid activities the two of you would do when you both were tired and needed a break. He loved spending time with you, either if it was teasing you or just having a simple friend to friend conversation. You guys have gotten closer over the time spent together and he clearly recognizes that. At first, you used to be shy and more reserved but the more time you’ve spent with him, the more you’ve come out of your shell. He loves your fiery remarks or playful teasing you always delivered right back to him after he said something to you. He loved watching you become pissed at him or become sarcastic and quick-witted with him after he would ask a stupid question or pull a dramatic stunt. So, per usual he decided this was the time to do yet another stunt he had brewing in his heavily hair-sprayed mind.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?” You question as you watch his eyes glaze over your desk as he reaches his purple sleeved arm over towards a book on it. “Put that down.” You bark as you get up and race towards him. The smirk only growing bigger on his face as he hears your distress.

“What is this?” He asks with squinted eyes as he begins to open the pages but before he could get a good look, you reach for it. Using his height advantage, he stretches his arm towards the ceiling which now suspended the book over your head.

“Give it to me! It’s my diary, put it down!” You beg as you brush up against him as you try to grab and reach it. He laughs as he stands in his tippy toes to get it higher as you jump to try to reach it. You’re practically chest to chest as you can feel his chest bounce quickly with each sharp laugh. He is getting a kick out of you freaking out. Suddenly, you realize you two are really close, too close for comfort. He senses your body language switch and suddenly returns to a more calm and collected state. He can feel his laughter fade as a small smile sits on his lips. He can feel his heart pick up as he locks eyes with yours as he resists the urge to pull you closer or look at your lips. You look even more beautiful up close as he notices the faint freckles peppering your cheeks and nose.

You stop as you lock eyes for a minute. Steve is a few inches taller than you but you two are face to face. Inches away from eachother. You examine his face close up. His hair is slightly disheveled with strands hang in front of his eyes. He has moles freckling his face like stars on a clear night. Your eyes flit down to his lips as you notice how cheery red they look close up. Quickly you look at him again, fearful of getting caught staring. You could feel your cheeks slightly blush and turn warm as you just stare into Steve’s brown sparkly eyes. The more you try to pull away, the more they pull you in. Steve feels the same way as he feels nervousness creep up from his core as his lips curve into a slight smile. He pulls the book down as he continues to lock eyes with yours. He has no idea how long it’s been. His mind is mush as he finds himself darting from your eyes to your lips..

“Here.” He whispers breathlessly as he hands you the book slightly backing up but keeping the eye contact.

“Thanks.” You reply as you blush a little harder now as you walk to your desk to place the book down and then you both return to the spot on the bed and continue.

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In a matter of a two weeks, you two have gotten extremely close. You would if never imagined that you would be good friends with the most popular guy in school, the one all you’re friends tell you to stay away from.. yet he just draws you in. The endless amounts of nights where he calls you on the phone asking about homework as it suddenly turns into a three hour call where you two ramble about random topics. You’re falling faster than you thought you would.. crumbling as he created cute nicknames for you and knows everything that makes you tumble over in laughter. He’s a complete opposite of you and your morals, yet you two seem to attract like a magnet.

Steve has learned to know you like a book, using his charismatic and charming personality he knows exactly what makes you blush or makes you laugh. As the study sessions go on, he picks up on your body language and your habits. He enjoys listening to you ramble for hours on end about friends or your family. He’s never really felt such an instant connection with someone before especially only knowing them for a few weeks now.

Today marks the last study session before Steve’s test. The last time you’ll see him roll his eyes at a physics question, the last time he will tease you about your stupidly high grades and how smart you are, the last time you two don’t focus on the task and do other things. You feel sadness forming in your heart hoping that after this, he continues to want to talk on the phone or even hang out. You love seeing him wave and smile at you in school or meeting you at your locker to talk. But you’re scared, you’re scared that he’s gonna put on his cocky jock attitude and won’t speak to you again… completely cut you out. You’ve seen a different side to him that you’ve never seen before. He’s sweet, considerate, and gentle around you. Never fails to have you think about him endlessly once he leaves your house or you hang up on the phone…

Little do you know, he feels the same. The same feeling poking him in the gut, the feeling where you want to hold on and never let go.

You’re suprised when your doorbell rings earlier than usually. You glance at the small watch on your left wrist as it reads “4:00 pm.” But you two agreed on 7:00 pm the night prior. You quickly brush your hair behind your shoulders as you open the door.

“Hey Steve, you’re early.” You say with a smile as you notice him blushing a bit in embarrassment. His cheeks are a slight pink as he smiles at you.

“Uh hey Y/N, sorry I’m early.” He pauses for a second. “Are you busy? Am I interrupting anything?” He asks a little more concerned now as the blush intensifies on his cheeks.

You shake your head as you chuckle a bit. “No.. no.. you’re not interrupting anything.”

“Okay good, I was wondering if I could just come now.. I know it’s our last night so I wanted some extra practice before the test tomorrow morning.” He says reading your face for an answer.

Now if he was Pinocchio, his nose would grow larger.. because he is lying. His pants are on fire.

“Of course, come on in!” You say with an enthusiastic smile as you move to the side to let him in.

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“Okay last physics question, I promise.” You say with a teasing smile as he rolls his eyes. You ask him a pretty difficult question as you could see the gears practically turning in his head. He answers correctly as a beaming smile forms on your lips. You notice the pure excitement on his face at your reaction.

Steve cannot help but to feel his heart flutter to see the reaction you just gave him. A huge proud beaming smile.. one that makes him want to melt into a big puddle on your bed. He thinks your reaction is the cutest thing, you’re the cutest thing and he feels like it’s the right time to ask his question.

Once you two calm down a bit and all the books are put away, you’re staring Steve right in the face. He’s just smiling gently at you, his eyes dazzling in the soft light of your room. You feel the butterflies form in your stomach as you break the comfortable silence.

“How do you feel for tomorrow? Good? Bad?”

“I think I’ll be okay, pretty nervous” He says with a shrug as he smiles a bit hesitant at you, you notice how his demeanor has changed. He seems more nervous and quiet now.

“You’ll do great, trust me!” You say trying to lighten the mood as you earn a smile from him. You give him a comforting smile as you grab his hand and hold it in yours gently squeezing it.

Your touch practically sends Steve to the moon. He just feels so happy, he feels all the nerves and worries washing away as you gently hold his hand in comfort. He truly believes every word you’re saying.

He clears his throat before asking a bit nervously. He’s been thinking about this plan all night and all day. He wants to celebrate with you, regardless if he passes or not. He wants to treat you for volunteering your time to help him. And of course, he just wants to spend some time with you. You make his day with these sessions as you constantly giggle at his jokes making his heart soar or seeing you smile so beautifully. You’re like treasure to him, he wants to cherish you forever.

“Y/N, do you possibly want to go and get ice cream with me when it’s all done and over with… like a celebration type of thing?” He asks with a gentle smile as a hint of pink crowds his cheeks.

You let his statement settle in the air as you feel your heart pick up at the words. Without a second thought you reply, “I would love too, Steve!” You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you smile unstoppably at him. You see his eyes open wide in happiness in response as the smile grows bigger on his freckled cheeks.

Head over heels..

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Steve has refused to tell you the outcome of his test until you two were seated on the back trunk of his car indulging in your ice creams. His treat, of course.

“So Steve…” You say pausing to swallow. “What did you get?” You push the spoon around the sprinkled covered ice cream as you wait for him to respond.

Steve places his icecream down as you copy him looking at him more curious now. You watch the sides of his mouth curve into a grin. “I passed, everything!” He says excitedly. You can’t help but to squeal in surprise as you wrap your arms around him for a hug.

“I’m so proud of you!” You say muffled against his shoulder. You can feel his broad arms wrap around your lower back as he hugs you back. You can feel the sudden chill from the ice cream melt away.

You pull away as you look him dearly in the eyes with a sincere smile on your face. “See, I told you that you could do it!” You say smiling even wider. You’re so so so happy, this made your day.. your week even.

Steve has never seen you this happy for anything ever. Heck, Steve has never even had anyone this happy for him. He just feels this overwhelming sense of accomplishment and joy that fills his entire body.

You both are now just looking at each other with huge smiles, enjoying the comfortable silence. Steve feels like he should make a move, before he loses you. He’s afraid that after this, your friendship could disappear. You would go back to your friends and he would hang out with his. And he didn’t want that. He wanted to be with you.

“So what was the final sc-“ You’re interrupted mid sentence as he presses his lips delicately against yours. You gasp into his lips as your eyes dart shut. His hand gently caresses your cheek as your body freezes. He pulls apart smiling and blushing madly as he looks at you lovingly. You just stare like a dear in headlights at him. You’re shocked and can’t even process what just happened.

Steve Harrington just kissed you.

Your cheeks are a crimson color now as you smile shyly at him. Without a second thought, it’s your turn to confess how you feel. And by this, you press your lips against his once more. His lips are pillowy soft and taste sweet from the ice cream. One of your hands cups his cheek while the other rests gently on his shoulder. You can feel his hand come and press against your lower back as he pulls you closer to him as the other pulls hair behind your ear delicately. You pull apart with a smile as you become nervous and shy around him. You can feel the absence on your lips as butterflies course through your tummy.

Steve is genuinely surprised that you feel the same way. He would never think that you, a smart and determined girl would ever fall in love with a dumb, cocky jock. He’s only known you for about a month now but it feels like it’s been years. You two just instantly clicked. Maybe opposites do attract..

He just feels overwhelming happy as he just stares at you with the biggest gushy smile and sparking eyes as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close to him. You rest your head on his shoulder as you two just watch the sun set behind the trees, feeling totally in love.

Maybe people aren’t as bad as they seem..

People can change, people can grow..

And all you know, is you love Steve for who he is and who he became..

Because the lies were erased clean off the page.

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thank you for reading!! <3 hope you enjoyed the fic!!

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