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summary: After he's been to yet another failed date with yet another random pretty girl, Steve Harrington, your best friend, stops by at the diner your family owns for a late-night chat, same as he'd done a thousand times before. Steve is totally unaware of how much he's hurting you with his endless parade of dates, because after all — the two of you are only friends and nothing more, right? It's not like you have any secret feelings for him… | 2.6k words

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The moment Steve steps through the glass doors of the diner, you wonder, for about the millionth time that month alone, what is it that you've done so wrong to deserve this kind of punishment.

It's Friday night, and on Friday nights, Steve Harrington goes on dates. It's just like clockwork, really: he meets a pretty girl, thinks she's the one, takes her out on a date, realizes quickly enough that she isn't quite what he was looking for, then comes here after having dropped her back home to sulk with you, in the diner that your family runs, still clad in the outfit he'd chosen especially for his failed date.

To be honest, he never looks sad, per se — more like disappointed. Frustrated, maybe.

You watch as he weaves around tables occupied by laughing friends, past booths filled with couples sharing desserts, then slides into a seat in front of you at the bar. Steve sits down with an exhausted sigh, ruffling up his hair before shooting you a tired smile.

"Hi."

You don't look up from where you're polishing the counter. "Bad date again?"

"Not even close. She talked about horses non-stop."

A quiet laugh slips past your lips despite yourself, and finally, you tear your gaze off the dark wooden surface of the counter to look up at him; he's got this pleased little smile on his face, the corners of his eyes crinkled ever so slightly in the way they always do whenever he succeeds at making you laugh, even if just a little.

How are you supposed to keep acting like nothing's wrong when he looks at you like that?

You clear your throat awkwardly and make yourself busy stacking clean glasses next to the coffee machine.

"So...not the one, I take it?"

Steve leans forward against the counter and props his head up with his hand, sighing deeply.

"I'm starting to think she won't ever show up," he says quietly, running his other hand through his hair. You chance another glance at him and note how genuinely worried he looks. It breaks your heart almost as much as it annoys you. "What is it that's wrong with me, huh? I just don't get it."

"Nothing is wrong with you."

"You don't need to be nice to me. We've been friends since forever, remember?"

The word 'friends' makes you wince a little bit inside, but you hide the reaction behind a neutral frown. "Do you think there's something wrong with me? Because I haven't found the one yet either, you know."

Steve's expression softens as he looks at you, and once again you feel that horrible twinge in your stomach that you wish would just stop already.

"It's different. I mean—you're not actively trying to find someone." He reaches out to pull one of the half-melted mints out from the glass bowl on the counter and pops it into his mouth with a shrug. "I go out looking for her and she just doesn't come. If she even exists, that is."

"She does."

"Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, but I wouldn't hold my breath. God, why am I such an idiot, y'know?" Steve slumps over the counter with a groan, burying his face into his crossed arms. "My love life is a trainwreck."

"At least you have one."

He glances up at you curiously and lifts an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing. Forget it. Do you want some pie?"

You're not about to tell him what you've only admitted to yourself mere months ago — that you're actually hopelessly, madly, stupidly in love with him, and that you have been ever since the two of you were just dumb kids racing around your parents' diner.

What makes it even worse is that you had no idea your feelings went that deep until Steve started going on these dates of his again. Before then, everything was normal — you met up every weekend and binged on candy, watched bad movies on your couch, drove around town together blasting The Clash on his BMW's speakers...it was good.

Until it wasn't.

"Wait, c'mon, you can't just leave me hanging like that," Steve presses. He shifts a little on his stool to better face you, then gestures at you with his hands. "You've clearly got something you wanna say, so, like—hit me. Lay it on me."

"Nothing. I'm just saying...at least you're trying, you know," you say carefully, measuring each word before speaking them. "And at least you're the one doing the rejecting. Could be worse."

Steve's eyebrows rise high up on his forehead and he looks at you incredulously. "Whoa, wait—are you trying to tell me you've been rejected?"

You busy yourself by filling two tall glasses with soda, then slide one to his side of the counter and keep the other for yourself. "Uh...kind of, yeah. But it's fine."

"But who the hell would even do that?" he blurts out. There's anger in his voice all of a sudden, a defensive fire in his eyes that makes you feel as if someone has punched you in the gut. "To you? You're like, the nicest person on the planet, and super pretty to boot. That's just—that's crazy!"

Your heart gives a violent little jump in your chest. He thinks you're pretty. Steve Harrington thinks you're pretty.

Pretty as a friend, you correct yourself immediately, and sigh as you sip your drink. Of course, it's nothing more than that — just meaningless words spoken in a moment of unthinking kindness.

"Seriously, who?" he presses on. "Give me a name. I'll fight him."

"You mean like you fought Jonathan Byers?" you smile behind your glass, looking at him from over its rim.

Steve looks embarrassed at the memory and drops his gaze for a second or two before meeting your eyes again with a playful little smile of his own. "Different situation, okay, but that's not the point. So? Who's the guy?"

"You...don't know him," you hedge.

"It's Hawkins. I know the stray cats here by name."

"Fine, well, even if you did know him, it doesn't matter. He didn't reject me, exactly...not really."

Steve frowns a little. "Okay, you're gonna have to start making sense now. This is hurting my head."

The funny thing is, he actually looks confused, as if he can't possibly fathom the idea of someone rejecting you. It's sweet, really — way too sweet for your liking, especially when you know fully well he doesn't see you in the way you'd want him to.

You lower your gaze to avoid his and instead focus on drawing random shapes on the counter with your index finger, where tiny droplets of condensation from your glass have pooled up on the dark wood. "I mean, I never really told him how I felt. Not directly. It just…never happened."

"Oh. Well, then how do you even know if he feels the same way?" he asks you, looking rather doubtful.

You steal another glance at him and almost regret it instantly. His eyes are trained on your face, patient and attentive like you're the only thing worth watching in the world. It makes you feel horribly small and selfish and guilty, because after all, what right do you have to want him when he so clearly wants someone else?

You feel like you could cry. You might, if you don't distract yourself with something fast enough.

"I just know. Do you want some pie? I'll go get you some pie."

Without waiting for a response, you rush off to the kitchen even though there's plenty of pies sitting on the display counter at the bar, and you make a beeline straight for the back exit.

The alley behind the diner is blissfully empty as usual, just a lonely dumpster and a handful of sad-looking shrubs and weeds peeking out from under the concrete.

No, you aren't going to cry.

This is stupid.

You press your back against the rough brick wall of the diner and breathe in deep the warm night air, then exhale slowly as you count to ten in your head.

When the door opens behind you and the diner's familiar chatter and clatter of cutlery spill into the alley, you wince, mentally cursing yourself for being so goddamn weak. You should have known better.

You don't have to look up to know that it's him.

"Are you hiding from me?" Steve's voice comes, quiet and curious and maybe just a little bit hurt, even.

"I got...suddenly nauseous," you explain weakly, still refusing to look up and meet his eyes.

There's a long stretch of silence, and you feel Steve move closer to you until he's leaning against the wall by your side. You finally look up and find him smiling, this gentle, amused little thing that makes your traitorous heart skip a beat.

"You look just fine to me."

You stare up at the sky, head against the wall. "I thought I was gonna throw up."

He's still watching you, you can tell; you're keenly aware of his eyes on you, so much so that your skin prickles at the attention. "No, you didn't."

"No, I didn't," you admit with a sigh, and turn your head to finally look at him. He's got this little half-smile on his lips, the very same one you fell for years ago, and you curse yourself silently for never learning how to let him go. Really let him go.

"Hey. Listen. You don't have to tell me, okay?" Steve says gently, pushing himself off the wall to step closer to you. He brings his hand up to your face and tucks a loose lock of hair behind your ear, letting his fingertips linger on the edge of your jaw for the briefest of moments, just long enough for you to wonder whether he knows what he's doing to you.

You don't dare to move. You're afraid of breaking whatever spell has seemingly come over him.

"I should've never asked. That was selfish."

"Forget it," you say.

He's standing close now, close enough that you have to tilt your chin up to be able to look up at him properly. There's a strange kind of tension in his eyes, something dark and unsure and tentative, and his gaze darts down to your lips just the slightest bit.

You're fairly sure you're just seeing what you want to see, your foolish heart playing tricks on you. But you panic nonetheless, feeling a sudden, irrational fear that if he moves any closer, he'll realize the truth — that you're a liar and a coward, that you've been harboring these feelings of yours for him for years.

"I should—I should go. Back inside," you mutter, pointing vaguely at the door with your thumb. "In there."

"Sure, yeah. Okay. In there," he echoes, not making a single move to leave. "Not out here."

"Yup. Exactly. In there."

"So you said."

"Yep."

The wall of the diner is digging into your spine uncomfortably, and your mouth is dry, and your knees feel weak, and your stomach is doing somersaults, and the longer he stares at you with those eyes of his the more you feel like you're burning from the inside out and—

He's not moving. All he does is look at you, really look at you, as if it's the first time he's really looked, as if he's seeing something that wasn't there before.

"Okay, so—"

You try to push past him towards the door, but Steve grabs your arm, making you stop dead in your tracks. He lets go as soon as you look up at him, lifting his hand in front of him in an apologetic gesture.

"Sorry. I'm sorry," he says. He swallows hard and rubs his palm on the front of his jeans, a nervous little habit you think he's always had. He runs his hand through his hair, mussing up the carefully gelled strands, and it's probably the first time you've ever seen him look so flustered.

He laughs nervously and gestures at the ground with his hands as he speaks. "Look, this is just—this is just crazy, okay, but I think I, uh, maybe sort of realized something."

You blink at him, not quite certain you're hearing him correctly.

"Realized what?" you ask, the words barely more than a whisper.

Steve clears his throat and nods at you, seemingly pleased that you've finally spoken. "Yeah, well, this is stupid, but you know how you're always telling me to listen to my gut?"

"You're not making a whole lot of sense right now, Steve."

"Just bear with me for a sec, okay? This is like, totally new to me." He holds his palms up, and you notice his hands are shaking a little. "I just need a minute, alright?"

He breathes in deep and exhales slowly, then shoots you an apologetic look.

"Sorry, this is just...really weird," he confesses. "Weirdly real."

"You're freaking me out," you tell him, but Steve only smiles at you.

"Maybe I should just show you. Because, I mean, what if I'm wrong? That'd be terrible, obviously."

"Steve."

"Yeah, I know, but hear me out, okay?" he says quickly, and takes another step closer. You stand your ground this time, if only because you don't trust yourself to actually move without your legs giving out. "So, look. Here's the thing. You're, like—you're one of the most important people in my life. You've been there for me when nobody else was, and I...you mean a lot to me."

"Steve—"

"Shut up, you're ruining the moment."

He takes another step forward until he's crowding you against the wall, hand coming to rest next to your head on the brick. He's close, so close that you can smell the scent of his cologne and shampoo and laundry detergent, and if you were to lean in even the slightest bit, your faces would bump.

Steve is a little out of breath, his lips parted ever so slightly. And he's still looking at you with that strange, searching expression of his.

"Is this okay?" he whispers.

"I don't—what?"

Your voice catches in your throat. There's no room for doubt in his eyes now, not even the tiniest, slightest sliver of uncertainty left.

"This," Steve murmurs.

He tilts his head to the side a little and leans in until you're sure your noses are touching, and you feel your eyes slip closed in anticipation.

"Is this okay?" he repeats in a whisper. "Please tell me I'm not crazy."

"I think I am."

His lips brush yours. It feels like an accident, doesn't last long enough to be anything but a dream. You can still taste the faint, sweet trace of sugar and mint on your tongue when he pulls away, though.

"Just to be clear," Steve whispers, his fingers brushing lightly over the skin of your neck, tracing invisible lines that make you shiver, "am I the guy from earlier? The one you like?"

You don't have it in you to deny it anymore.

"Yes. It's you."

A wide grin breaks out across his face, and suddenly he's everywhere; he cups your face in his hands, pressing eager, fervent kisses along the line of your jaw, trailing hot and open-mouthed down the side of your neck.

You giggle helplessly, grabbing Steve by his collar to pull him away from you and up to your eye level. He's breathing just as heavily as you are, his hair messy and his eyes bright.

"How do you do this to me, huh?" he pants, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, the corner of your mouth. "You just—you just completely knock me out."

A pleasant little thrill rushes up your spine at that.

"Oh yeah?"

"Completely."

You kiss him this time.

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ddejavvu · 6 months

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Steve stumbling over asking you out, so Robin gives him a push to try and get you to closer, to give Steve that extra shove... Except she pushes her bestie a bit too hard, and Steve ends up face first in your titties. Needless to say asking you out is not going as ‘king Steve’ planned. Although Steve and Robin are equally mortified over what just happened

The last thing you're expecting when you hear a half-hearted call of 'Watch out!' is a man's face in your chest. But that's exactly what you get, and it looks like neither he nor the girl who had warned you had expected it either.

"Holy shit!" The girl - you recognize her from band, Robin, you think? - gasps, and you mentally echo her sentiment while the man stumbles backwards trying to regain his balance. The top you're wearing at tonight's party is especially low-cut, and you'd felt every inch of his skin against your flushed chest. He doesn't end up catching his footing, falling backwards onto his ass on the floor instead.

Once you've got a clear look at his face, you process that it's none other than Steve Harrington. You're surprised he's at this party, you've heard they aren't really his thing anymore. He looks entirely defeated, face beet-red and shoulders tense as he peers warily up at you.

"I'm so sorry," Robin gushes, "I pushed him, and- I mean, I didn't mean for him to hit you, 'specially not nose-to-tits!"

Steve groans at her crude wording, "Shut up, Robin."

"I'm sorry," She repeats in earnest, ignoring her friend's pleas, "Um you're not- are you, like, hurt or anything?"

"Yeah, I speared 'em with my nose," Steve snaps, shoving at her thigh where he's slumped beside her legs on the floor, "Just shut up, Robin!"

"It's fine," You put an end to their squabbling, extending a hand towards Steve to help him off of the ground. You're not quite prepared for how bulky he is; perhaps he's still got his basketball physique, and when he takes it like a lifeline to pull himself up, you tip forward on your shaky legs right into his own chest.

You're trying to pull back before you've even made contact with his- shit, his surprisingly firm chest, but you still manage to face-plant slightly. There's a soft noise from Robin, then his hands come up to grab your shoulders and straighten you out.

"Sorry," You flush, mortified, "Uh- I'm a little drunk. Lost my balance, I guess."

"S'fine," Steve murmurs, looking a little bit like he might be sick, which isn't very reassuring. But his hands are still firmly planted on your shoulders, and you swear he's holding you closer than he needs to be.

"Well, now you're even," Robin concludes, slapping each of you on the back so that you jerk towards each other, if only a few measly inches, "I'm going to the bathroom, so if either of you wanna motorboat each other on purpose this time, you're free to do so."

This time, two voices call out, "Shut up, Robin!"

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steveharringtonat3am · 2 months

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OH what if you did something with grumpy!steve with sunshine!reader? Like they both like each other but she does something sweet for him that makes him melt!

Steve was having a horrible day. And by horrible, he meant it was like any other day. Keith had left a mountain of things to do, and he had to work the opening shift alone. Which meant he was starving and bored out of his mind.

He’s grateful when the bell rings for any sort of distraction, even if it comes in the form of your skipping, smiley-ness. You looked extra pretty today, in a cute sundress and a matching tote bag that you probably crocheted yourself. He wonders if you’ve ever considered crocheting something for him.

“Hi Steve!” You practically hop to the counter, leaning over it enough to taint the air of your strawberry perfume. He tries not to inhale too obviously.

“Hi.” He can’t help but feel less miserable in your presence, even if he is tired and hungry. His mouth waters just thinking of the burger he’ll pick up on his way home. Or atleast, that’s what he tells himself to explain the excess saliva in his mouth.

“Opening shift by yourself?” You ask knowingly.

“Yep. Keith just loves seeing me suffer.” He cracks a smile at your giggles. You always found a way to cheer him up, even without realizing it.

“Well, I’m here to end at least part of your suffering.” You pull a paper bag from your tote and he already smell the food inside. You slide it over the counter and he tries not to look too eager as he peaks inside. At this point, any food will do.

“It’s a ham and cheese sandwich. And some chips. And a juice box. And a brownie.” You smile sheepishly and he swears he could kiss you right there. He wants to dig in immediately but he manages some restraint.

He tries to pretend his heart isn’t beating out of his chest.

“My favourite. You remembered.”

“Of course I remembered. You remember everything about everyone. It’s the least I can do.” You’ve gone shy now and it makes him smile.

“You’re too sweet to me.” He tries to deflect but she only leans in closer.

“You deserve it.” She presses a soft kiss to his cheek before pulling away. She takes a step away, probably to leave but he catches her hand.

“Do you wanna…watch a movie later?” The words tumble out of his mouth before he can overthink them, but it’s worth the smile he recieves.

“Sure. My place at 7?”

“I’ll see you there.”

He waits until she’s gone to celebrate.

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once-upon-an-imagine · 11 months

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I do! I do remember!

I thought really, really hard, and the idea is back!😂 it's actually kind of simple, I don't know how I forgot it in the first place.

Okay, so the reader and Eddie and Steve are home, watching a movie. All is good, all is fine, but the reader starts to feel she's about to have a panic attack, she tries to not make them notice (failing of course) and it's all reassuring and cute...🥺

yes! I love Eddie and Steve being the most precious things ever 🥺

"I h-have to go to the bathroom" you said, getting up from your very comfortable space between your two boyfriends.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked, when you got up from his chest and pushed Eddie away from you.

"Y-yes, I just... have to pee" you smiled wearily at them making your way to the bathroom as quickly as possible.

Steve and Eddie shared a confused look before they heard the door close. You grabbed the edges of the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror, taking deep breaths. Everything was fine. You were safe. You were home, watching movies with your amazing, loving boyfriends and you were having a wonderful time. But, of course, you had to ruin it when you felt a pain in your chest, your heart started beating faster, your hands felt numb and your eyes begin to water. Why did you have to ruin your perfect date night by having a panic attack? You had tried your best to act as if nothing was happening, but when your vision got blurry from the tears, you knew you had to leave and calm yourself down.

"Princess?" you heard a knock on the door.

"Sweetheart, could you please open the door?"

"Um... I'm peeing" you tried to lie but your voice broke, betraying you. You turned on the water and washed your face, trying to stop crying and taking deep breaths. You were too distracted to hear the knob turning and the door opening. "Hey! What if I was actually peeing?"

"You're not" Eddie said, putting away the pocket knife he used to jam the door open. "And even if you were, is not like we haven't been in here while you pee" he said as the two of them walked closer to you.

"Sweetheart" Steve said, pulling you closer to him and helping you sit on the edge of the tub. "What happened? Why didn't you tell us?"

"I d-don't know what h-happened" you sobbed as they both knelt in front of you. "I didn't w-want to ruin m-movie night. I w-was fine and then I just- I just-"

"Hey, easy, princess" Eddie said, softly, stroking your legs. "Deep breaths, okay?" he instructed.

"We're here, sweetheart" Steve said, holding your hand and placing small kisses on it.

“That’s it, love, in” Eddie said, taking a deep breath. “And out” he guided you. “You’re doing a great job, princess” he said, smiling when your breathing started slowing down.

“There you go, love” Steve said, softly, moving his hand to stroke your arm instead and Eddie did the same. "What do you need?"

You didn't reply. You pulled them both closer and they got the hint, helping you up and dragging you to them into their arms.

"C'mere" Eddie said, kissing your head as you grabbed his hand and started playing with his rings.

"Better?" Steve asked, feeling you nod against his chest.

"I'm s-sorry" you whispered, receiving kisses from the two of them.

"You have nothing to apologize for, love" Eddie assured you.

"I didn't want to ruin tonight" you insisted.

"You didn't ruin tonight, sweetheart. You can't control when they come" Steve reassured you. "We just want you to tell us when it's happening so we can help you" he told you.

"Yes, love. Please don't feel like you need to hide this from us. We want to be here for you" Eddie added. "Promise you'll tell us?" he pouted, making you let out a tiny laugh.

"I promise" you said, giving each a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you" you smiled at them. "I love you."

"Me too" Eddie said, kissing your forehead.

"Me three" Steve said, doing the same.

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strawberrysodaslut · 2 years

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hello! Could u write a steve harrington x fem reader where it’s of that scene in season 4 episode 2 where Eddie is holding a knife to Steve’s throat and reader immediately rushes to his side after Eddie releases him to make sure he’s okay? (Cuz in the background u can see him struggling :(

ahhh i rewatched the scene and he looked so scared poor bby :(

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You felt like an idiot, how could they be so sure Eddie didn’t kill her? What if he ends up being some psycho and tries to hurt everyone?

But as Steve kept on reminding you, you trusted Dustin and Max, with everything you’d been through, it’d be stupid not to.

Even then, following a murder suspect to a drug dealers house was not something you wanted to do. You sat in the car, picking at your fingernails anxiously while looking out the window.

Steve notices, wrapping his hands around your own. You turn to him, and he smiles, mouthing “it’s okay,” as Robin turns into the driveway.

After looking around the house and Dustin screaming some- inappropriate phrases for the situation. The group decides to check the back house, hoping Eddie got spooked and ran in there to hide.

While you check under cabinets for any sign of the boy, Steve grabs an oar and starts to stab a piece of tarp.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?” You hiss, waving your arms in the air.

He shrugs, “He might be in here.”

Dustin rolls his eyes, “So take the tarp off.”

Steve reciprocates the eye roll as he stabs at the tarp, “If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off.” He says.

“Hey, look over here.” Max says, gesturing at robin to come look at the desk, “Someone was here.” She says, lifting up food wrappers.

Robin picks up the wrappers “Maybe he heard us, got spooked and ran.”

“Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin jokes.

Steve rolls his eyes, continuing to poke the tarp with his oar, “I know you think you're being funny, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight-”

Before he can finish, Eddie jumps out of the tarp, pushing him against the wall, knife in hand.

Everything happens so fast you don’t even understand what’s going on, all you can do is shout at Eddie to get off Steve. But your voice is clouded by all the others.

Eventually, Dustin is able to calm the boy down, and he lets Steve go. You rush to him, immediately pulling him behind you to keep him away from Eddie. You know he let him go, but you can help but be cautious.

“You okay baby?” You whisper, holding him up as he collapses, “holy shit… you’re fine, just breathe okay?” You say, trying to calm him down.

He nods, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You can feel him shaking where you hold him, but all you can do is stroke his back, whisper calming phrases and leave absent minded kisses while you wait for the group to sort everything out.

He slowly relaxes in your touch, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before lifting his head up, “thanks, baby,” he whispers, gripping your hand and moving back to the group, ready to help Eddie.

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗶'𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝟭𝟵 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 (@ameliora-j) 𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀!

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗽𝗿𝗲-𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱!𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲, 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗹𝗺𝗸 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.

𝗮/𝗻: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗰𝗸𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗻 𝘀𝗼 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵! 𝗶 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁!!

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you waltzed into the room humming a small melody stuck on your head upon hearing it from steve’s radio the night prior when driving home.

“is that my shirt?” your husband delivered with confusion in his tone though he already knew because clearly it wasn’t, he chuckled at how adorable you look.

you purposely used the extra large ones because they’re much comfier, you simply loved stealing his clothes and after wearing you leave a hint of your scent on them which makes his heart warm.

steve, as lovesick as always, was analyzing every feature of yourself in this particular second, he made sure to take a mental picture of how beautiful you looked and even though you always did, he thought you did a thousand times more when wearing something that was his.

“stop looking at me… it makes me nervous” but he couldn’t help it.

“still?” the cheshire cat smile creeped up upon his face as if were in its nature to admire you.

“still.” you’re his whole world, of course he still knows how to get you flustered after years of dating and getting to know each other, slowly becoming closer with every passing moment together, steve knows you like he knows the sky is blue and grass is green.

“have you seen yourself baby? you’re absolutely gorgeous how could i ever not?” he huffed out as he rolled his eyes

“ugh shut up before i kiss you” lunging yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck you brushed your nose with his in a small teasing but loving manner you giggled and held him closer as he laughed with you as he attacked your whole face with kisses, filling the room with echoes of lovesick laughs and giggles.

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mirclealignr · 2 years

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umm idk if this is lame, but making steve tag along when you're babysitting and when you get there the kid you're babysitting is one of the gang and they're not at all happy lol

Babysitting with Steve;

“How do you not know their name?”

“Look, Steve, I told you, she kept saying her ‘son’ and she never said his name and I forgot to ask!” You laughed, playfully nudging into him.

“Right,” he chuckled, “And why do I have to come?” He asked again.

“Because I- I don’t know. Just wanted some company,” you confessed, avoiding his eye.

“This kid won’t be enough?” He teased.

“Shut up,” you laughed, approaching the door just in time for a woman to open it, looking frazzled and dressed up for an evening out.

“Oh! Good, you’re here,” she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, am I late?” You asked, trying to check the clock behind her head.

“No! I’m the one who’s late. I got the time wrong,” she laughed, “Dustin, sweetie!” She called.

Steve sounded as if he’d choked on air, and the expression on your face was no better. Subtly elbowing Steve’s arm, you pushed down your laugh and addressed Dustin’s mother again.

“Well, we’re here now. Don’t worry about sticking around, I know Dustin very well. This is Steve Harrington, he’s helping me tonight with Dustin. I’m sure we’ll have a great time,” you smiled sweetly, ushering her out the door.

“Thank you, honey,” she called as she rushed down the path.

Dustin rounded the corner with a grimace on his face, slumping down on his couch, “This is the worst day of my life.”

“Why Dustin?” You laughed, patting Steve on the back who was struggling to keep himself contained.

“It’s humiliating!” He cried, “I don’t need a babysitter!”

“Well you got two,” Steve said, kissing your cheek.

Fighting down the heat rising to your cheeks, you walked over to Dustin, “And we’ll make it a really great night. Where’s your favourite pizza place?” You asked him.

Dustin’s face lit up, and he ran to grab the menu from the kitchen. “Thank you!”

“You’re too nice to him,” Steve said, dropping down beside you, draping his arm along the back of the sofa behind you.

“I can’t help it,” you grinned, leaning back.

“Well I-”

“Got it!” Dustin interrupted, running back in, “Can we get fries too?”

“Whatever you want,” you assured him, smiling at Steve.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington dialogue #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington

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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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so did erica ever get to go to uncle jacks party ? or are we still waiting on that…

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moonbcrry · 2 years

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imagine me saying this squealing like a middle school girlie: “ did you do the laundry?” “ yes, now where’s my kiss?” + steve harrington my beloved

what if pikachu man made a request?

if pikachu man wants to make a request he can do it anonymously!!

cw: gn!reader, distustingly fluffy

"stevie! i'm home!" he cranes his neck from the kitchen door, checking out your empty hands with one brow arched.

"did you do the laundry?"

"yes," you pout, pointing at the basket on the floor. stomping your foot on the floor, you squint at him with a fake frown. "now where's my kiss?"

he smiles and walks towards you, throwing the dish towel over his shoulder. the soft, plump lips presses on yours as two hands grabs your cheeks. you bite back your smile when he pulls away. "you're good now?"

"nah," you grunt, using your hands on his neck to pull him closer than he already is. "i need more. do you have any idea how tiring doing the laundry is?"

"yeah, i did it last week."

"shhh, just shut up and kiss me."

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington dialogue #steve harrington fluff #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff #❧ jess

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appocalipse · 1 month

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heyy if ur taking requests could u maybe do like bestfriends steve + reader where steve, eddie, nancy and robin have to pick up reader from a party and she’s like REAL drunk and just idk super clingy w steve and doesn’t wanna not be touching him. maybe eddie, nancy and robin all make fun of him for it but they acc find it rly cute.

thank you for your request! ♥♥♥ | 2.2k words

"Stevie!"

You collide into him suddenly, nearly knocking him back a step or two with the force of your momentum; there's a smile on Steve's face when you look up at him through eyes that are more than a little hazy with inebriation. You're drunk. Probably way past drunk, if the way the world won't seem to hold still is anything to go by, but you don't care. There are other things vying for your attention—like how warm he feels against you, how safe he makes you feel, how pretty he looks from up close...

"Whoa," Steve says as you lean even further into him and loop your arms around his waist in a tight hug. "How much did you have to drink, exactly?"

He doesn't mean it in a mean way, which is why you grin up at him from where you've got your cheek pressed firmly to his chest. You can feel his heart beating under the palm of your hand now, a steady and calming rhythm that soothes something inside of you.

"Dunno," you reply, grinning stupidly when you catch sight of maybe three copies of Eddie Munson standing off to Steve's left; all of them have identical amused looks on their faces. "Might've had, like, a couple..."

Steve sighs deeply, though there's no exasperation or disappointment to be found in his expression when he tilts your face upwards to look you over properly. You just beam dopily at him, because he's so pretty right now you don't know what else to do.

"Dude," Eddie speaks up, drawing Steve's gaze away from you while your own attention goes back to pressing yourself even more snugly into him, "she is totally sloshed."

You frown, shaking your head in fervent disagreement.

"Am not!"

"Sure you aren't, sweetheart," Eddie agrees placidly, but you get the impression he doesn't really mean it.

Before you can point this out, however, the blurry shape of Robin Buckley steps forward. The room is dark with flashing strobe lights and smoky with incense and cigarette smoke, but you'd recognize her voice anywhere.

"Who let you drink this much?" Robin asks as she lifts a hand up to brush some hair back from your forehead.

It's oddly soothing and so you lean into the contact with a happy hum. Robin and the others laugh — but then again, it sounds kinder than mean, the kind of laugh that bubbles up when you find something unexpectedly endearing, and so you don't mind as much as you maybe should.

"Nobody," you mumble as you press your face into the side of Steve's neck and take a deep breath in; his scent is the same as always, earthy and warm with an underlying hint of that stupid spray he likes to use sometimes. "I'm here alone. 'Cause Steve here blew me off for you guys, but that's okay," you say, even though, to be fair, it sort of isn't true — he didn't blow you off.

"Hey," Steve starts, sounding half-indignant and half-apologetic all at once. He's got an arm around your shoulder now, supporting you and keeping you upright, which makes you want to tangle yourself up in him completely. "You didn't tell me you wanted me to come hang out with you tonight!"

You sigh mournfully against his skin, feeling wistful all of a sudden. It's true. You hadn't told him. That was partially due to the fact that you had been trying to prove to yourself that you weren't so desperately and helplessly infatuated with him that you needed his presence constantly, but that plan had obviously backfired on you spectacularly.

"No," you mutter unhappily as Steve moves the two of you towards a nearby couch. "But I missed you. Don't wanna miss you."

Nancy, Robin, and Eddie, who are watching the two of you with expressions of varying degrees of amusement, exchange looks. Steve pretends not to notice, probably because he knows he won't like what they have to say if he hears it, and instead guides you down onto the cushions next to him. "You're drunk."

"You're pretty," you reply without hesitation, even though you're very clearly changing the subject. "It's unfair, y'know?"

You hear Robin snort, followed by a quiet thud like someone's just been slapped on the arm, and you know it's her who laughed, and that it must have been Nancy who'd shut her up. You don't know where Eddie is; you're not even sure when he wandered off, to be honest. You're too focused on Steve and the way his face looks under the colorful flashing lights.

"Oh yeah?" he asks, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too widely at your comment. His eyes are bright with laughter when you meet his gaze and nod confidently. "How do I get 'unfair', exactly?"

"'S all in the face," you say matter-of-factly, your own fingers trailing down his cheek in an almost absentminded gesture. "Kinda makes it hard to think about anything else sometimes, if I'm being real here. Like, it's not really fair, 'cause then what are we supposed to talk about? Oh, oh—and then there's your hair!"

"My hair?"

Robin wheezes somewhere behind you, which would have made you giggle if you were still paying attention to the people in the room besides Steve, but you're not.

"Mmhmm," you hum, your eyes running over the soft brown locks on top of his head. "Love it. Wanna touch it all the time. Y'see, Steve? You see? This is why it's not fair at all. And, and—" you trail off here for dramatic effect, squinting at him theatrically before leaning closer with your hand cupped to the side of your mouth, as if you're about to share something private. "—the way you make my insides feel? So, so unfair. Totally your fault, buddy."

"Wha-" Steve croaks out, looking alarmed and caught off guard by your drunken confession. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh," you regain your serious tone, frowning at him in a somewhat bemused manner when he continues to gape at you. "Not 'sposed to tell you. S'not the rules."

Eddie barks out a laugh somewhere off to your left, but Steve ignores him. "Rules?"

"Yeah, 's against the rules, dummy," you say, like he should've already known that. "Gotta follow the rules! Duh. Steve."

"Yeah, Steve, duh," Robin pipes up, earning herself a glare from Steve as well as a smirk from Eddie. "Oops, sorry. Please, continue."

"Can I touch your hair? Like, please, 'cause I might die if I don't, 'kay? If that's okay. Gotta test the theory. Just a little bit, though." You can tell by his expression that he wants to laugh, and that he's also mildly worried that you've lost your mind. "Please?"

Robin, Eddie and Nancy have their hands clapped over their mouths to contain their laughter. You're too drunk to notice, but Steve narrows his eyes at them in warning. "Yes," he says. "Just—yeah, go ahead."

With a little noise of excitement, you reach out to card your fingers through his hair. He smells really good — like clean laundry and fresh pine trees — and the feel of his hair in your palm is exactly what you had imagined, though you're loathe to pull your hand away now that you've felt it.

Steve goes unnaturally still as you press your face into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, a move he should have expected but didn't, and you sigh happily when the scent of his cologne hits you full force. He's like a living, breathing, cuddly teddy bear, you think, a combination of warmth, softness, and comfort all rolled up in one gorgeous, handsome, unobtainable package.

"You're warm," you mumble, feeling like you could fall asleep right now. "So, so warm. 'S like you've got a space heater in your chest, 'n that's like, so awesome."

He blinks a few times, momentarily speechless as he tries to come to terms with the fact that you are, in fact, drunk enough to be saying whatever the hell comes to your mind. "Uh, thanks?"

"Smell nice too," you murmur, hugging him tighter to you. "Like, wow. Love your hair, like, love love."

His cheeks are burning hot now, his heart beating erratically in his chest when he notices Eddie staring at the two of you with a knowing gleam in his eye. "That's—thank you, but, hey, come on now," Steve says, his voice faltering a little. "Let's get you home, okay?"

"I don't wanna."

"Don't you wanna sleep in your bed?"

You pause, considering his words, and eventually concede that, yes, your bed does sound lovely right about now, so you give him a brief nod in response. "I guess, but can you come too?"

He chokes on air, but manages to play it off by clearing his throat. "What—to your bed? No!"

"Why not?"

Steve shifts a little under your intense, alcohol-addled scrutiny; he feels strangely guilty, as though he's letting you down by saying no. "Because you're drunk?" he says, feeling flustered and unreasonably nervous all of a sudden.

You scrunch up your face in a pout. "Oh, that's a dumb reason."

Steve chuckles and you sigh happily again, because you love his laugh and everything else about him, and he seems to realize this, given the way his expression softens. "Come on, you drunkard. Let's go home," he says gently, tugging on your arm in an attempt to get you to stand.

You resist at first, shaking your head stubbornly as you hold onto him. "Can't. My legs don't work anymore. They're all wobbly."

Steve closes his eyes for a moment, huffs out a soft laugh, and you can't help but grin up at him. He's so pretty that, like, how is that even allowed? How can you be around him and not spontaneously combust or something?

"Well, what if I carried you?"

"Like a princess?"

Steve looks at you with an expression you can't decipher — it's halfway between incredulous and endeared, and it makes your heart feel too big for your rib cage.

"How romantic," Nancy observes.

"So long as she doesn't throw up on him," Eddie adds, nodding sagely in agreement.

"Oh, I hope she does," Robin says, with a devious smile, "he'd deserve it for being such a coward."

"I'm...right here, guys, and I can still hear you." Steve finally says, throwing them a scathing look that only makes them laugh. "If you're not going to be helpful, you can wait in the car."

"As if," Eddie counters.

Steve opens his mouth to tell him where exactly he can stick his opinions, when you grab the front of his shirt and drag him closer.

"Steve," you say, the smile falling from your face as a sudden thought occurs to you. "Are you mad at me? Because I can go home by myself. That's okay."

"Hey, no," he replies softly, "I'm not mad at you, sweetheart. Not ever."

"'Sweetheart'? Really?" Eddie mutters to Nancy, who elbows him in the ribs when he doesn't lower his voice in time. "Ow, okay, okay—just saying. Don't want them to keep dancing around each other forever, is all."

"I'm not dancing," you tell him, completely unaware of Eddie's snickering, "I don't have any shoes on, Eddie. Wouldn't be able to dance without shoes on. Silly."

"My bad," Eddie says, his lips twitching with badly concealed laughter, "forgive me."

Steve scowls at him before turning his attention back to you, his face so close to yours that you can momentarily feel the tickle of his breath against your skin. "Okay, come on," he says, "up we go."

And then, in one swift movement, he slides his arm under your knees and scoops you up into his arms. You let out a squeak of surprise and automatically wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself.

"Oh, oh, oh," you say excitedly, "you really are gonna carry me."

"Told you so." Steve adjusts his grip on you and makes his way towards the exit. "Are you good? Am I hurting you?"

You shake your head slowly, grinning as you stare at him from a whole new angle. "No," you tell him, feeling much more awake than you were moments before. "This is...this is like, actually kinda cool."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you repeat, smiling shyly back at him. "Feel like a real life Cinderella now. Whoa, you're, like, super strong."

"Yeah, Stevie, you're 'super strong.'" Eddie teases, waggling his eyebrows when Steve sends him a quick glare. "Aw, don't look at me like that. It's cute. The two of you."

Nancy doesn't tease like Robin and Eddie do. She walks behind Steve, making sure to stay a couple steps behind to give the two of you some privacy. Even so, when you look over your shoulder to make sure nobody's listening, she gives you a wink and a small thumbs-up that makes you smile.

The parking lot is filled with teenagers all wandering aimlessly in groups, so it takes Steve a while to navigate his way through the crowd. By the time he finds the spot where he parked his BMW, you've grown drowsy enough to rest your head on his shoulder.

Eddie immediately pops open the door to the backseat, slapping it a few times as he looks over at Steve and grins. "Hurry it up, lover boy," he drawls out, "she looks half-asleep already."

"She's fine," Steve shoots back, frowning in annoyance when Eddie and Robin both pretend to yawn exaggeratedly, "shut up. I hate you guys."

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ddejavvu · 3 months

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Steve Harrington getting you a stuffed toy just as a present, because he is a gentleman and a good boy and is really in love with you. But then as he comes to just hang out with you at yours, he accidentally spots you on top of his plush toy he got you, and sees you riding it. And his poor jaw nearly drops off his face

this post is 18+, minors dni.

listen that dude stuck the stuffed animal in his car. his car that smells overwhelmingly of his cologne. He sat that thing on the back seat and it was over for you, the fur of the stuffed animal smells like him forever. the thing is, it's a big stuffed animal. like he barely fit it in the backseat of his car. so when you cuddle up to it at night and try sleeping, you're inhaling his scent while simultaneously being pressed up against this massive figure. it.. does not take you long to figure out how to proceed.

and you feel dirty, grinding on this stuffed animal, but if you close your eyes and inhale it smells just like steve, and you find that the fur of the stuffed animal comes in handy for muffling your moans.

it just so happens that your moans can't be completely silenced, so when steve treks up the stairs to your bedroom and you're too engrossed in chasing your orgasm that you don't hear him, he walks into your room and hears exactly what you're trying to keep quiet.

he sees your hips rutting desperately against the giant stuffed animal, your panties soaked with a wet spot from the slick you've smothered the fabric in. You're burying your face desperately against the stuffed animal, just the way you do against steve's chest, and he's all-too-familiar with the moans that are steadily flowing from your slick, parted lips.

"Steve, Stevie-nngh! Ah, Steve," You pant, hips bucking relentlessly, but in vain, against the disappointingly soft stuffed animal. You're in search of friction, but you can't seem to find it against the stuffed softness of the toy.

Really, steve thinks he'd be cruel not to help you out. He moves swiftly, throwing a knee up onto your bed and lining his hips up behind you, a steady bulge growing in his pants from the long while he'd spent watching you without your knowledge. His weight crushes you and he lets it, barely holding any of it with his own arms. His nose hits the back of your neck and he inhales just as you'd done with the stuffed animal, smelling your perfume and sweat alike.

You scream when you feel his hands take hold of your hips but when you register that it's your boyfriend, your terror turns to shame.

"Steve," You cry, still crushed beneath his weight, "I- I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't be sorry," He speaks lowly, grunting slightly as he experimentally humps the friction of his jeans over your ass, rubbing tantalizingly close to your sensitive, aching cunt, "Put your head down again, baby. It'll keep you quiet."

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steveharringtonat3am · 2 months

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Do you think you could write something about doing your makeup routine in front of Steve? I feel like he’d be so fascinated about the process

“What’s that?” Steve sits on your bed behind you, watching through the mirror of your vanity. You hold up the tube in question and he nods.

“This is just tinted moisturizer. I use it under my foundation to colour correct.” You explain, showing him the bottle of foundation you use. Pumping some onto the back of your hand prompts another question.

“Why do you put it on your hand?” He’s sat up now, starting to get interested in the process. He’s seen you with and without makeup plenty of times, but never in between.

“It’s just easier. I can control how much I get on the brush and see how much I need.” You begin blending the foundation into your skin and it’s clear that Steve is only now making the connection as to how your skin changes tone every so often.

“Is it supposed to be a little…off?” He asks in an attempt to be polite about it. He relaxes when he sees you laugh at him in your reflection.

“Yes babe. It’s kinda hard to find a perfect match so I go a little lighter and then correct it with bronzer.” You hold up the compact in question and he nods as if he has any idea what it is. You pull out your concealer, dabbing some on your undereyes and on a few spots. He’s gotten distracted fixing his hair, but grabbing a new brush draws his attention back to you.

“What’s that for?”

“Well, since someone wants to stay up late and makeout, I have to use this and cover my dark circles.” He can only smile sheepishly at your remarks.

“I can’t help it. You look so pretty before bed.” You hum in response, making a note to do your skincare from here tonight.

“Anyways, this is the bronzer.” You place some underneath your cheek bone, blending in the warmer powder to bring in some colour to your face.

“That looks nice.” He nods in approval as he sees your face return to it’s normal shade. He continues to watch as you pull out a small compact of blush. You ignore his cheshire grin when you force a small smile to bring out the apples of your cheeks.

“Stop it.”

“I can’t help it, you look adorable.”

“It’s a stupid face. You’re not allowed to look anymore.” You chastise, putting away the pink powder. Internally, you can’t help but feel flattered. If a man likes your stupid makeup faces, he really loves you.

“Come on! You look so pretty.” You roll your eyes as you pick up your mascara.

“Be quiet for this one.” You instruct, ignoring the way he mock-zips his mouth. You bring the thoroughly coated wand to your lashes, gently coating them. You repeat the process and once you pull away, Steve lets out a breath you hadn’t realized he was holding.

“That looked horrifying!” He complains, climbing off the bed to get super close to your face until he’s convinced you hadn’t poked an eye out.

“I’m fine babe. See?” You flutter your eyes at him but his frown persists.

“Is that all?” He fixes a strand of your hair as you place your things in your makeup bag.

“Just lipgloss and I’m done.” You swipe the wand over your lips a few times, smiling at him when you’re done. The poor gloss lasts for a second before Steve swoops in to press his lips against yours messily. When he’s done, there’s sticky pink gloss on both of your lips and chins.

“There!” He smiles proudly. “Now we match.”

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f4irydaydreams · 2 years

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blueberry muffins— send me a character + a (sfw) scenario and i will try to write a short dialogue

steve comforting you when you’re feeling down <3

“hey hey what’s wrong baby? what’s going on?”

steve pulled you close as he watched your eyes tear up after a especially difficult day.

“dunno stevie, today jusy sucked” your voice was muffled against his chest as he held you close. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and gently stroked your hair as you sunk into his arms.

“oh sunshine, y’know i’m always here for you. id tear the world apart if it meant you were okay” you quietly cried until you felt your senses coming back and breathing become steady.

“can i stay with you tonight?

“you don’t even have to ask. we can cuddle and watch some silly movies yeah? i’ll order pizza”

he spent the rest of the night showering you with soft praises and lots of kisses until you feel asleep tucked in his strong arms.

join my summer brunch

#—daisys summer brunch #blueberry muffins #daisy writes 🤍#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington dialogue #steve harrington fluff

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once-upon-an-imagine · 2 years

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Steddie being jealous of your friendship and the time you spend with Jonathan, please?

omg yes! I love this 😂

“Are you two dinguses just going to stand here moping all night?” Robin asked, walking over to Eddie and Steve.

“We’re not moping” Steve complained.

“Yeah, we’re just... having a drink” Eddie insisted.

“And throwing daggers at Jonathan while you’re at it” Robin smirked.

“We’re not throwing daggers at Jonathan-” Steve started.

“Yes” Eddie said at the same time and Steve widened his eyes at his boyfriend. “What? He just comes in here and basically steals her away!”

“He didn’t steal her away” Steve tried to convince him.

“Seriously? As soon as he walked in she went over to say hello and hasn’t come back” Eddie said, rolling his eyes.

“Well, he’s her best friend and they haven’t seen each other in like four months-” Robin reminded them.

“He’s been back for over a week, they’ve had time to catch up” Steve blurted out.

“Yeah, and for your information, Buckley, we’re her best friends!” Eddie complained.

“Oh my God, you two sound like children” she laughed. “Heads up” she said, before walking away.

You walked over to your boyfriends with a big smile on your face. “Hi!”

“Hey” Steve smiled weakly at you and throwing his arms around your shoulders.

“Nice of you to join us, princess” Eddie said.

“Are you two pouting because I went to say hi to Jonathan?”

“No, we’re not pouting because you basically abandoned us to be with him as soon as he appeared” Eddie said, dramatically.

“Which was like two hours ago!” Steve added.

“It was twenty minutes ago” you rolled your eyes. “Would you two please stop looking at Jonathan as if you’re gonna kill him with your eyes?” you told them.

“We’re not doing that” the two of them replied at the same time, still not looking at you. Their eyes still fixated on the older Byers.

“Mhm” you rolled your eyes. You placed one of your hands on Steve’s cheek and the other one on Eddie’s making both of them look at you. “Hello” you said, smiling at your boyfriends and the two of them turned to look at each other and back at you sighing. “I’m sorry I left to talk to Jonathan-”

“As soon as he walked in” Eddie muttered, pouting.

“But” you said, scowling at him. “He was helping me with something” you smiled.

“What? What do you mean? Is something wrong?” Steve asked, worriedly.

“No” you giggled. “Wait here” you said, walking over to the living room again and grabbing something from the table. You walked back to Steve and Eddie with a scrapbook in your hands. “It was supposed to be a surprise but since you two obviously can’t stop frowning” you rolled your eyes. “Here” you said, giving the scrapbook to them.

“What’s this?” Steve said, grabbing it and browsing through it.

“Before Jonathan left he was teaching me about photography” you explained as Steve and Eddie looked at the pictures. Some of them had only Eddie. Some of them only Steve. Some of them had the two of them, you with Steve or you with Eddie and a couple had the three of you. “I asked Max to help me get some of the three of us. She’s really good” you told them. “Jonathan helped me pick the best ones” you smiled. “Do you like it?”

“Like it? Princess, this is amazing!” Eddie said with a bright smile, taking it from Steve. “How come there aren’t any pictures of just you?”

“Because you know I don’t like taking pictures unless is with either of you” you told them.

“Sunshine, you did this for us?” Steve asked smiling at you.

“Of course I did” you said. “Because I love you two idiots!”

“Me too” Eddie said, giving you a small kiss.

“Me three” Steve said, doing the same. “But we’re definitely putting more pictures of you in here” he said, hugging you towards him and kissing your head as Eddie kept browsing through the pages.

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hey babe! loveeee your work! could you possibly write a steve x reader where reader works at the local book store? honestly i trust you so much with this so run with the wind!! write it however you want just with that plot point! i just wanted book nerds (me) to represented lol. love ya 😘

Video Killed the Bookstore Clerk - Steve Harrington x Reader

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summary: working in a bookstore right next to the video store had its ups and downs, but Steve Harrington was definitely a highlight to your day.

warnings: fluff, mention of smutty books, platonic relationship (for now)

a/n: this request made my writing juices floww, i feel like i focused more on the reader working at a bookstore than Steve himself but I hope I was still able to do this request justice!!

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Working at a bookstore was one of the better decisions you had made in your teenage years.

It wasn’t perfect by any means, the pay wasn’t amazing, neither were the hours, your co-workers were either so pretentious you couldn’t talk to them about anything you enjoyed, or so boring you hated the idea of asking them, but there definitely were some upsides.

One of your favourite parts of working at the book store was meeting people who read the same books you did, getting to talk to them all about the book.

what’s their favourite character?

what’s their least favourite character?

what scene made them cry?

what scene made them rip the book in half?

did they actually rip the book in half?

is that why they’re here to buy another copy of the book?

It made for some amazing conversations for sure.

You also loved how much you could learn about people based on the books they read, you’d get the people who only came to buy books for their English class,

the people who love horror and gore who asked you how much violence was actually in the book, only to come back complaining that there wasn’t enough,

there were the people who adored the romantic books, craving that kind of love in their real world,

and then… there was a specific type of book that more people came for than they’d care to admit.

Some would call them erotica, some would call it sensual, but the most common phrase, porn books. You couldn’t blame them, those writers knew how to get you feeling all sorts of ways, but there was humour to watching people buy the books that you couldn’t ignore.

There, of course, were the people with no shame, who would walk directly to the spicy stuff, pick out the book and walk straight to you. But most of your customers would have a bit more… nuance when buying that genre.

It would always start with the classics, looking at books they already read in school, or books they would never read, then they’d dip their toes in, try looking at the general romance, the fluffier stuff where sex is only between the betrothed. And then, only for a few minutes, would they pick out the book they were actually here for, either acting disgusted with the premise or completely unaware of the contents of the book, but you knew the truth… they knew exactly what was in that book.

Another part of working at the bookstore was the rivalry with your neighbour, the video store. To this day, you still don’t know which store was here first, but whoever decided to go next door to the other was either an idiot or an evil genius, or maybe both.

It was honestly hilarious watching how serious your pretentious co-worker, Adam, would take the unspoken competition between the two stores. Whenever you spoke to someone working there- or god forbid shopped there, you’d get a painfully long lecture the next day about how “Movies are the death of books” and how they’re “rotting people's minds and only the sanctity of books will save them.”

While you enjoyed books, it was shocking to see the extent this man would go to in ‘defence’ of an art form that has been around for centuries.

“Didn’t you hear the song ‘Video killed the radio star’? It’s the same thing here. Open your eyes.” Adam said, continuing another very long rant after catching you rent ‘Back to the Future.

You roll your eyes, “You know one day those stores are probably gonna become obsolete, right? Eventually, technology is gonna move past renting tapes to watch a movie at home, I mean- cinemas have been around for decades and we’re doing fine. You need to relax, books will be okay.”

“Not if I have any say in the matter” You hear a male voice from the front door, specifically, Steve Harrington’s voice.

Steve was one of the clerks at the video store, and one of the few people on the shopping strip you could actually stand. Although neither of you particularly cared about the whole ‘books vs film’ competition, you had a lot of fun participating- mainly to make fun of each other.

“At least when people pay for our stuff, they keep it.” You joked to Steve, watching as he dramatically pushed his hand over his heart, as if he was hurt by your comment.

“My, what an attitude we have here today.” He says, walking behind the counter while ignoring Adam’s protests as he sits next to you, “It’s called marketing, if they wanna watch the movie again they have to come back. Books don't have that, do they?”

You gave a sarcastic nod, hoping it would add some humour to your comeback, “Libraries,” You say, watching as the smirk on Steve’s face dropping as he thinks about it.

“Shit.” He says, making you laugh.

The two of you then continue the tradition you’d had for months, he would rent a movie he thought you’d like, and you’d do the same with a book, then the next week you’d trade back and share your thoughts.

“So, what’d you think of ‘It’?” You ask, nodding to the book he had pulled out of his bag.

Judging by his face, you knew he had some things to say. “Look, I liked it- I really did. It has that Stephen King charm you know I love. But the part with the kids fucking? Fucked up.”

You nod, understanding what he’s talking about “Yeah, that part was pretty icky,”

“Super fucking gross,” He says, laughing a little. “What about you? Did you like Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?”

You nod, “Yeah, it was real funny.” It was a lie, you hadn’t actually gotten the chance to see it, between school and work, you didn’t have the time.

Steve knew you too well to think you were telling the truth, so he decided to test you a little, “Who’s your favourite character?”

You chuckle, “Uh- my favourite character is… Ferries Bueller?”

“You didn’t watch it,” Steve says, shaking his head at you.

A wave of guilt overcomes you, “I know, I didn’t. I’m so sorry, I just got so caught up with work and school, and I only lied because I didn’t wanna ruin our tradition because I really like spending time with you and-“

Steve cuts you off, “Hey- woah… hey, it’s no big deal, we’ll just have to watch it tonight.”

You look up at him, “Really?” The two of you had never seen each other outside of work hours, it seemed insane to imagine him in your house.

He nods, “Sure, why not? I’ll bring the popcorn?” He says, getting up to head out of the store.

“Sure, what time?” You ask.

Steve shakes his head from side to side, trying to think of a time, “Oh, I don’t know, Seven?” He asks, smiling as you nod. “See you then.” He says, walking out the door.

You smile, going back to stocking the shelves when Steve comes back into the shop, paper and pen in hand.

“I forgot to ask for your address.”

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