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Love Comes In Threes | Steve Harrington
Summary: Steve Harrington loves you, he just can't say it. [2k]
Fluff, comfort, slight angst, emotionally/verbally constipated Steve
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The last time Steve Harrington said I love you to someone she ripped out his heart and left with the boy she told him not to worry about.
He doesn’t remember the last time he said it to his parents, only that he stopped trying after he kept getting the dial tone in response to his feelings.
So you weren’t exactly surprised or upset when he kissed you instead of saying it back 6 months into your relationship.
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The first time you said I love you to Steve it was a stormy evening. The both of you agreed to take things slow, wounds from the past still open and healing. But he just looked so handsome that night with his hair tousled in a perfect mess, red creeping on his cheeks from the cold air as the both of you raced towards his car trying to protect yourselves from the rain. He turned the heat on as he took your hands in his in an effort to warm you up. You tried to hold it in, you swear you did, but the love you had for him weighed down on you like an anchor and you thought if you didn’t tell him that second you were going to drown in your own feelings.
“I love you,” you had whispered as he continued rubbing his fingers over yours. He paused his actions, shyly looking up. The red on his cheeks could no longer be blamed on the cold because now he was feeling as the sun was glowing warm in his heart.
“You sure?” he asked you. Instead of answering you kissed him, hoping your lips would act as a spout and pour how you felt directly into him.
You knew that like you, Steve had been hurt in the past so when he pulled you in for another kiss instead of saying it back you never questioned him.
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But that was a year ago.
Almost two years into the relationship and Steve still hasn’t said I love you back. Every time he hears it fall from your lips, he’ll just give your hand a squeeze and carry on. You want to think it isn’t a big deal. You try to convince yourself that the L word isn’t necessary in your relationship, not when you share a home, a bed, secrets, and, hopefully, a family in the future. But no matter how hard you try to ignore your feelings it still leaves you disappointed when you see couples everywhere throw the three words around like they’re playing catch. It’s an endless cycle of disappointment for not hearing it, guilt for questioning the love Steve has for you, and frustration for why it mattered so much.
“As someone who Steve previously loved, do you think he actually loves me or is he just… settling?”
Your question makes Nancy freeze, the book she was previously trying to shove back in the shelf falls with a loud thud. She throws an apologetic smile at the librarian who shakes her head in disapproval.
“What are you even talking about?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I brought it up. But I was just thinking, Steve loved you Nance. He told you he loved you. It’s been years and people still remember how broken he was after you left. Like if I left would he be just as sad or would he be okay.”
“Are you planning on leaving Steve?” Nancy stutters out.
“Well no…definitely no. It just makes me wonder if people can see that Steve loves me or if they think of me as the passerby keeping him from you while you were the one that got away. Whenever I tell someone I’m dating Steve all I ever hear is good on him for moving on, poor thing was a wreck after Nancy Wheeler left.”
Nancy picks up her stack of books as she leads you to the front desk, “Look what Steve and I had was over before we both even realized it was over. He loves you, I think… I think he loves you more than he could’ve ever loved me. And why do you even care what people think? These are the same people who think Robin is a sinner and that my parents are happily married.”
You roll your eyes in affection as you help her with her books. “I guess you’re right…” you trail off as your eye catches a magazine. In big bold letters you read 100 Different Signs Your Man Loves You.
“Oh please you can’t be serious.”
You give her a sheepish smile as you check out your rental and head back home.
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The magazine was utter trash. It had nothing, but surface value declarations that did nothing to soothe your worries. You stopped reading after sign 8 when it said Ladies if your man compliments your cooking, then it means he’s thinking about locking it down! Because remember a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!
Your Steve wasn’t like this. Your Steve was the kind of guy who knew you were having a bad day before you even had the chance to tell him. Your Steve was the kind of guy who would willingly wake up early and go out into snow just to heat up your car so you won’t have to drive in the cold.
You sigh as you toss the magazine in the back of the car making a mental note to drop it off at the library on your way to pick up Robin for your girls day.
You honk twice in front of Vickie’s house before Robin comes bolting down the driveway, shoes in hand and trying to wrestle her jacket on. She gives you a wave before climbing in and greeting you with a tight hug.
“I see your sleepover went well,” you tease.
Before she can tease back Vickie knocks on the window prompting Robin to roll it down.
“Hi, Vickie” you smirk up at her, eyes darting to the purple bruise under her ear that she poorly tried to conceal with makeup.
She waves shyly, “Robin… I forgot to say,” she looks at you nervously, “Nevermind, just I’ll see you tomorrow.” She quickly kisses Robin’s cheek and scurries back inside.
“So… what was that whole thing with Vickie about?” you try to ease in.
Robin bumps her head on the window when you pull into a parking spot, “Oh Vickie? She’s still nervous about saying the L word publicly so that’s what she was doing.”
“At least she’s saying it privately,” you huff under your breath.
“What was that?”
“Oh, nothing, I was just asking how she says it in public if she isn’t comfortable?”
“You know the cheek kisses she gave, that was it.”
You quickly put the shirt you’re holding back on the rack before looking at Robin confused. “What do you mean, is that your guys’ secret language?”
Robin laughs, pulling up a skirt to herself. “No silly, haven’t you ever heard the saying love comes in threes. When you touch someone three consecutive times it’s the equivalent of I. Love. You. Hence three cheek kisses equal an I love you.”
“That’s so cute,” you squeal, squeezing her arm and testing it out for yourself.
She squeezes back instantly, “I’m surprised you haven’t heard of it, considering Steve’s the one that introduced me to it.”
Your steps falter behind her. “Hang on, Steve? My Steve, told you that?”
“Yeah, he said his Nana used to do it when they were kids or something like that. Told me before I told Vickie I loved her. Do you think this skirt is cute or should I save my money for a Madonna tape?”
Robin keeps rambling as you stay in place, your thoughts spiraling. Her confession makes you think about every single time Steve’s ever touched you. Every morning before you part ways how he pecks your lips once, twice, and a little longer the third time. How he squeezes your waist three times when he walks past you to get his favorite mug. How he reaches for your thigh, hand, anything he can get ahold of just to get three squeezes in. How he taps your arm in his sleep, again always in threes. You would stay up trying to figure out what song his taps represent before eventually drifting off yourself.
This whole time you were waiting for Steve to verbally express his love when he was doing it quietly in his own way, more often than you ever did.
You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel a tear slowly drip down your neck.
“Hey what’s wrong are you okay?” Robin asks frantically. She drops her bags, hands squeezing your arms and eyes darting around for any signs of danger.
You nod through your tears, “I’m okay, can we just go. I have to get home, I know it’s crazy but…”
Robin nods, grabbing your arm and leading you to the exit.
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The car ride back home is quiet, Robin didn’t even whisper a goodbye when she left simply settling with a quick peck to your forehead and soft smile.
Your thoughts feel overwhelming like everything is going a mile a minute when you think about Steve. You think about your first date, your second, and your third and so on. How Steve ended every night with three of something.
Your body is on autopilot as you make your way through the front door. Keys tossed in the bowl, coat hung up, and shoes thrown off.
“Hey baby, you alright? Robin called asking if you were okay.” A concerned Steve comes into your vision, he quickly wipes his hands on the kitchen towel before flinging it over his shoulder and kissing you. Once, twice, and thrice.
Your hard stare makes him nervous, he’s never seen you like this before. “Honey,” he whispers out.
You take a deep breath in, “You never said I love you to me, not after I said it first, not even when you asked me to move in.” You pause trying to compose yourself while Steve avoids your gaze. “This whole time I thought you didn’t love me like you should, that you loved me, but you weren’t in love with me.”
Steve lifts his head up, baffled, he goes to argue until you lift your hand up signaling him to wait.
“Robin told me something about how love comes in threes, today. How three taps, or any kind of touch in rapid succession three times is the equivalent of an I love you,” he finally meets your gaze as you slowly walk over to him, tugging on his waist to hold him as close as possible. “You told me you loved me on our first date, you told me the night we had our first kiss, you told me on our anniversary. And you tell me everyday. I don’t think there’s an hour that goes by without you telling me.”
Steve pulls you into his chest before gently lifting your head and kissing you three times. You giggle at the not-so-secret-anymore gesture. “I’m trying. I really am trying hard to say it, but I do. I really do. I want you to know how important you are, but I’m also scared. So I guess this was my way of saying it, reminding myself that when I do eventually say the words… you won’t leave.”
“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry for not seeing your love. For not understanding that even though you love me quietly you love me the most. Your love is in the tiny but grand gestures that I take for granted, but would miss deeply if I didn’t have it. I don’t need the words anymore Steve, I just need you because you love me more than I ever thought was possible and that’s enough. You’re enough.”
He squeezes your shoulder three times before whispering the words you’ve always wanted to hear from him.
They say love comes in threes and your love with Steve may be quiet, but it’s everywhere.
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i dig your cinema (steve harrington)
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summary: your boyfriend suggests you catch the 10:15pm showing of 'the lost boys' and parks at the back of the drive-in theater. you put the pieces together from there.
author's note: i uhhhhhhhh got a little carried away with this lmao. also i don’t know if there’s a drive-in in hawkins but there is now i suppose
i love reading fics where steve is the softest, sweetest boyfriend alive and lets his girlfriend get away with pretty much anything except for in the (metaphorical) bedroom. so. here is that. lmao. this is my first time writing him but it was so fun, he has such a specific attitude about him that is so satisfying lolllllll
also, headcanon that despite his himbo reputation, steve loves all things horror and reads horror books and watches horror movies all the time. he consumes stephen king's books at an alarming rate
pairing: steve harrington x f!reader
word count: 5k
warnings: pwp, alternate universe: canon divergence, no spoilers, semi-public sex, car sex
cross-posted to ao3 <3
ALSOOOOOO everyone in this fic is 18+ - minors pretty pls dni!!!!!
The first thing you see when you unlock the front door to your apartment is the tanned expanse of your boyfriend’s bare back, a tea towel thrown over his shoulder.
Steve’s standing over the stove, cooking what you can only assume by the smell is some sort of meat. His jeans sit so low on his hips that you groan inwardly - it’s been a long day, and all you want right now is to sink your teeth into his tanned skin.
He hasn’t noticed you come in - you can hear his favorite mixtape blaring through his headphones from where you stand, him humming along to “I Want You To Want Me” by Cheap Trick - and you watch him as you shut the door behind you, toeing off your sneakers.
You walk up and shove a hand in the back pocket of Steve’s jeans, squeezing once, twice, then reach up to lift his headphones off of one of his ears. He doesn’t even flinch.
“Hey, hot stuff,” you murmur, leaning up to kiss his cheek. Steve looks over his shoulder at you and chases your lips, planting a few chaste kisses on your mouth. He pulls his headphones fully off to sit around his neck, easing the volume down.
“Hey, baby. You’re home early.”
“Yeah, they cut me loose at six today,” you say, rubbing your hands up and down his arms. “Whatcha cookin’?”
“Tacos. You hungry?”
“Mmm, yes,” you say, backing off to set your purse on the kitchen table and put your hair up in a ponytail. “Anything I can do to help?”
Steve turns to look at you, the pan in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, stirring as he says, “I hadn’t had a chance to get any of the fixings out?”
“Ay, ay, captain,” you say, crossing the kitchen and opening the fridge.
“Thanks, baby.”
You fall into a comfortable silence as you pull everything from the refrigerator, setting it onto the counter on the other side of Steve and pulling two plates from the cabinet above you. He finishes up sauteeing the beef and turns off the burner, and you grab a hot pad from a drawer. He smiles at you and takes it from your hand, setting it down with the pan on top of it.
The two of you quietly build your tacos - his soft shell, yours hard - and occasionally bump hips, exchanging sly smiles. Your face flushes. Three years with Steve Harrington and he still gets your heart racing with just a look.
You take your usual seat at your table, and Steve sits next to you, so close that your knees are almost touching. You eat in silence, only whispering, “These are good,” to him with a small smile, and he knocks his knee against yours in thanks.
“Hey, you wanna go see a movie tonight?” Steve sets his taco down and sucks the pad of his thumb into his mouth, pulling it back out with a pop while you watch. “They got a 10:15 showing of The Lost Boys at the drive-in, I checked the paper.”
“Ooh, that sounds good. And scary.”
“Yeah, I figured we could pop some popcorn at home, take some blankets and snuggle up in the front seat of the car. I’ll keep you safe, cross my heart.”
You grin at him. “My hero. Count me in.”
The two of you finish up dinner and clean up after yourselves. You shoo Steve away when he tries to help you with the dishes.
“You cooked. Back off,” you say playfully, aiming a fork in his direction.
He holds his hands up in defense, then kisses the top of your head before hurrying off into your room. You hear the shower turn on while you’re tidying, and you turn and finish washing your plates, plus the pan and spoon Steve used to cook with, and put away everything else you used as fast as you can.
When you get back to your room, Steve is lying diagonally on top of the covers in only his briefs, a box fan pointed in his direction, tousling his wet hair, and you sigh at the sight of him. He looks up at you from behind the book he’s reading and raises his eyebrows.
“You okay over there?”
“You have, like, two seconds before I collapse on the ground in exhaustion, so make room for me right now, Harrington.”
“Oh, my God, you’re so dramatic. Get over here.”
Steve is grinning at you as he says it, though, and he watches you peel your work clothes off, down to your bra and a pair of cotton underwear. You ease yourself onto the bed, and he holds one arm out so you can tuck yourself into his side, your head on his chest, and he’s so warm and comfortable underneath you that you close your eyes and feel yourself relaxing.
“Are you gonna fall asleep?”
“No,” you whisper, but it’s not long until you’re snoring softly. Steve smiles and runs his fingers through your hair. He lets you sleep, only pulling his hand away every few minutes to turn pages on Stephen King’s Pet Sematary.
About 20 minutes before you have to leave, Steve sets the book down and gently peels you off of him - to only minimal protesting on your part, amended when he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head - and hops out of bed, pulling his jeans back on. Soon after, you hear popping from the kitchen. You smile to yourself and stretch, sitting up on the edge of the bed. You change into denim shorts and a sweater, grabbing one of Steve’s crewnecks for him, too, since he always forgets a jacket.
You walk out into the kitchen with Steve’s sweater in one hand and your slip-ons in the other, dropping them on the floor and pulling them onto your feet.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Steve teases, looking up from where he’s watching the popcorn on the stove. “Did I wake you?”
You smile and shrug. “I needed to get up. Almost ready?”
“Almost ready,” Steve confirms, grabbing a Ziploc bag to put the popcorn in. “Salt? Butter?”
“Both, please. In excess.”
Steve obliges and when he’s finished, he seals the Ziploc bag and trades you the popcorn for his sweater. You take one last opportunity to run your hands over the bare skin of his back and torso, watch him shiver. He kisses you, then backs off to throw his own beat-up sneakers on along with the crewneck and then ushers you out the door, leaning back in quickly to flip the kitchen light off.
When he puts the car into reverse, you lean over and thread your hand through his hair, holding the back of his head as he turns to look over his shoulder.
“You’re touchy today,” Steve murmurs, and you shrug.
“You’re very touchable. What can I say.”
He smiles at you and kisses the palm of your hand before throwing the car back into drive and peeling out onto the street, which he does because he knows it’ll make you laugh, and he watches as you toss your head back and giggle.
You roll down the passenger side window and stick your hand out, feel the mild nighttime air between your fingers, then lean over and slip Bruce Springsteen’s Born in the U.S.A. into the tape player and skip to your favorite song.
Steve drives quietly the whole way to the theater, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of ‘Dancing in the Dark,’ which you’re singing under your breath. This kind of companionable silence is one of the many reasons you love getting to spend so much of your time with Steve. When you talk, you can talk for hours without running out of things to say - but when one of you goes quiet, the other will follow suit, and it never feels strange, or awkward. It’s comfortable.
When Steve pulls the car into the entrance to the drive-in, he rolls his window down and smiles at the ticket seller, who blushes under his gaze. You smirk - you know that feeling all too well.
“Two for The Lost Boys, please,” Steve says, holding up two fingers, and hands her a ten dollar bill when she tells him the price. He gets a few bills back and some change, and he hands it to you, leaning forward so that you can pull his wallet from the back pocket of his pants to shove the money back inside.
“She didn’t even ID us,” Steve murmurs, and you start to laugh, handing him his wallet. He gives you a scrutinizing look. “What’s so funny?”
“Steve, she was too lost in your eyes to care whether we were underage.”
“Shut up, she was not.”
“She so was,” you say, and Steve groans. “You said four words to her and the poor girl was down for the count.”
Steve waves you off and pulls the car toward the back of the field, and you grin at him as he parks. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at you.
“Were you planning on gettin’ some tonight, Harrington?”
“Don’t you give me shit for that. It’s the best spot to be parked, and you know it.”
You just keep smiling, your eyes roaming over his face. “Hey, if you were - who says I wasn’t, too?”
Steve raises his eyebrows at you and his lips part, like he’s about to say something, but you lean over to press a quick kiss to his open mouth and then pull the popcorn from your purse and open it, start snacking. Steve snorts and shakes his head again, reaching over to tune the car radio to the theater’s station for the movie.
“You are something else tonight, baby, you know that?”
You grin over at him and rest your elbow on the back of the seat, propping your head on your palm.
“Look at us, Harrington. We’re on a date. A cute little date, like we’re sixteen again.”
“I know,” Steve says, looking over at you and smiling. He grabs your hand and threads his fingers through yours, pressing kiss after kiss to the center of your palm. You grin and watch him, watch as his gaze comes up to meet yours, let him run his lips up your hand to your wrist, before you roll your eyes, take his face between your hands, and kiss him fiercely.
Steve sighs into your mouth and kisses you back for a beat, but pulls away when you start to run your tongue along the seam of his lips. “And you were givin’ me shit for parking us at the back of the field, you little minx! The previews haven’t even started yet!”
“Alright, alright,” you say, smiling and inching closer to him. You start to run your hand up his chest. “You caught me, Steve. I’ve been plotting to jump your bones since the moment I walked into our apartment after work today.”
“What did you in, baby?” Steve asks with a smirk. “Was it the jeans?”
You throw your head back and groan. Steve reaches over and squeezes your knee.
“Knew it.”
“They were so low on your hips, Steve - how am I supposed to resist that!”
“That’s the thing, sweetheart,” Steve murmurs, his thumb rubbing circles on the outside of your thigh. “You’re not supposed to.”
You sit there watching him for a moment, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, but the projector for your movie powers on just as you’re working up to make a move, illuminating the car completely, and it fully kills the mood. Steve huffs a sigh and pulls his hand away, and you turn to face the screen, which displays a message on a white screen welcoming you all, and informing you that your movie will start shortly.
“Baby,” Steve whispers, and you ignore him, rooting through your purse for your chapstick. Steve eyes your profile, and out of the corner of your eye, his lips curl just slightly, illuminated by the light of the drive-in screen. “Come over here.”
Steve laughs when your reserve falls and you all but scramble across the bench of his car. He puts his hand around your waist and helps you scoot closer, bringing his other hand up to cup your face. You’re pressed against him, your hip turned so that your left leg is up over Steve’s right. You glance at his eyes, then down at his mouth and back up.
Grinning, Steve tucks one finger under your chin and angles your face up towards him. “Your mood is rubbing off on me.”
“Yeah?” You bite your lip. Steve nods, then leans in to kiss you once, twice. He brushes your hair back from your face and holds you in his hands.
“We might have to do something about it,” he murmurs, his eyes roving your reddening face. “Does that sound alright to you?”
You nod eagerly, then rearrange yourself so you can easily slide into Steve’s lap. He brings both of his hands down to squeeze your hips, running them down your thighs and around to your backside. You lean your head into his neck and moan when he presses you down into him and you feel the drag of his hardening cock against the seam of your shorts.
You sit up to press your nose against his, waiting for him to lean forward and kiss you again, when the radio starts up, rolling on one of the previews set to play before the movie itself, and you both jump slightly, laughing into the space between one another’s mouths. Steve wraps his arms around your middle completely and pulls you flush against him, parting his lips when you press yours back to his so you can slip your tongue into his mouth.
One of Steve’s hands begins to wander, trailing up your back, then down and under your shirt to brush against the space right beneath your naval, making you shiver. He rubs up and down your bare thighs, squeezing gently, before settling against the zipper of your jean shorts. You pull away and watch as he undoes the button and zipper, then let out a loud groan when he slides his hand down into the front of them, pressing up against your clothed clit.
“You gotta be quiet, baby,” Steve murmurs, bringing the hand not currently between your legs up to push your hair back behind your ear. “Wouldn’t wanna get caught, would we?”
You shake your head and he smiles. “Good girl.”
Steve leans forward to press his lips to yours and kisses you again, but so chastely you could cry. You want him to kiss you, to open his mouth and devour you, and he smiles against you when he hears you whine, pulling back to look at you. He cups your face.
“Steve, I want –”
“I know what you want, but you’re gonna have to be patient, okay?”
You nod. He isn’t normally in the mood to tell you what to do - you’re usually the one bossing him around - but you love these rare moods of his. It’s so unbelievably hot.
Steve captures your lips with his again and the hand pressed against your cheek slides around to push into your hair at the base of your skull. He rolls his hips up into yours, which puts more pressure on the hand tracing circles around your clit, and when you whine, he grips your hair harder.
“That feel good, baby?”
You open your mouth to answer him, but he dips his hand into your underwear, so nothing comes out, and your eyes roll back into your head when he slips it down even further to slide between the seam of you.
“So fucking wet,” he mutters, and presses a kiss to your chin. “All for me, huh?”
“For you, Steve,” you sigh. “Yes, yes, all for you.”
His middle finger traces along you for a few moments longer, and he watches you close your eyes and hum, your head lolling to one side, before he presses it up, up, and sinks into you to the second knuckle.
“Oh, fuck, Steve,” you whine, shifting a little to try and take more of him, and he laughs at you, wrapping his other hand around your hip to still you.
“You really have been dreaming about this all day, huh?”
“God, yes, all day.”
Steve purses his lips. “Yeah?”
“At work,” you say, finally catching your breath, and wince when he curves his finger inside of you just slightly, “all I could think about was coming home to you, pressing you against the counter, and dropping to my knees for you. I don’t know what it was. I just couldn’t get you off my mind. And then I got home, and you were making me dinner, and you were wearing those fucking jeans so low on your hips. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted to see the rest of your tan skin. I have been just aching for you, Steve, all day long.”
Your words send his heart down into his stomach, and Steve groans at the thought of his cock stuffed down your throat, but that was for another time. Maybe when you get home. The air between you sits charged while you silently try to work yourself down on his finger even further. Steve smiles softly at you, at the way your eyes flutter closed when he eases his finger fully inside of you.
“You’re so good to me, baby, you know that? What do you want? What can I give you?”
“More,” you groan, and Steve leans forward to press his lips against the curve of your throat. You bring one hand up and thread it through his hair, mussing it before gripping tightly. “More, Steve, please.”
“More of what?”
“You,” you sigh, and Steve laughs shakily.
“Alright, baby,” he breathes against the skin of your neck. “You can have more.”
Steve brings his mouth back up and gives you a searing, deep kiss, one that almost distracts you from the fact that he’s pulling his finger out of you and adding another alongside it. You moan at the feeling, and Steve takes this moment to slip his tongue into your open, waiting mouth. He starts to move his fingers in and out of you, and you vaguely register that the previews have finished and the movie has begun, but you honestly couldn’t care less. The only thing on your mind is the way the palm of his hand is pressed right up against your clit, and you grind down into him, panting as you work yourself closer to what you hope will only be your first orgasm of the night.
“Look at you,” Steve remarks, chuckling. “I don’t even need to do any of the dirty work, do I, sweetheart? Are you gonna make yourself come? Hm?”
You nod and your hips stutter when he starts to curl his fingers in towards himself, pressing on that spot inside of you that makes you see red.
“Good thing the windows are fogged up, huh - we wouldn’t want anyone to be able to peek in here and see you looking like this, hm? You’re a mess, aren’t you, baby? Fucking yourself on my fingers like that.”
You lift your hips up, feel his fingers slip out of you almost to their tips, before you sink back down onto them, repeating this motion until you feel the knot in the pit of your stomach start to tighten. Steve winds his fingers into your hair again and pulls until you’re looking him in the eye. He groans and stretches his fingers out, pressing you open, then curls them again, working that spot until you’re panting and writhing in his lap. When your eyes flutter closed, he tugs your hair, forcing you to open your eyes again.
“I want you to come,” Steve whispers, glancing down and watching you drag your hips along his hand, then back up to look you straight in the eye. “I want you to come, sweetheart, because I want to fuck you so bad.”
You cry, “Fuck, Steve,” and your thighs start to shake when he curls his fingers again, this time stroking in quick succession until you come, hard, so hard you fall forward onto his chest. You tuck your face into his neck, and you clench around his fingers while he runs his hand through your hair.
“That’s it, fuck, baby, come for me.”
Your head rolls back, and Steve claps one hand over your mouth when you start to get a little too loud. His lips press against your ear, whispering, “Shhh, it’s okay, pretty girl, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” until you come down from your high. You whine softly, so he pulls his hand from your mouth and presses it gently to the side of your face.
Steve removes his fingers from inside of you and you cry out, sit up a bit to look down and watch him, your gaze dragging up to his face as he slips both fingers he was using to fuck you into his mouth and moans around them. Fuuuuuuuck. His lips are so swollen from kissing you, and you can only begin to imagine what you must look like to him. He smiles, pulls his fingers out of his mouth with an obscene pop, and slides his hands under your shorts, beginning to push them down and off your hips.
“Steve, what are you doing,” you laugh, leaning up further onto your knees so he can work your shorts down your thighs. He cups your ass and nudges you forward, so that your top half is practically in the backseat. “Steve!”
“You’re fine,” Steve mutters, smacking your backside playfully. You gasp and he takes your shorts the rest of the way off, leaving you in only your panties, and you sit back in his lap. You can feel how hard he is for you inside of his jeans.
“You could have asked,” you protest, holding his face in one of your hands, your thumb pressed into his cheek.
“It was faster that way,” Steve says, lips pursed, smirking as he grabs your hand and guides it down to the button of his jeans. You scoff, then pop it, dragging his zipper down so slowly you hear his breath catch in his chest. You push your hands up under his sweater, rake your nails up and down his torso. Steve lifts his arms so you can rid him of his top, and you immediately lean forward to press soft kisses to his chest, pressing your hands into his warm skin. He huffs a sigh through his nose, so you pull back to look at him.
“Who’s impatient now?”
You laugh when he rolls his eyes at you. The two of you sit quietly for a moment and you eye him appreciatively as the light from the screen casts him in a soft blue haze. You want so badly to reach out and run your fingers over the freckles that cover the apples of his cheeks.
“You look so pretty right now, baby.”
“You should see yourself,” Steve breathes, hands gripping your waist, smiling up at you. You snort.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Harrington,” you whisper, and he smugly responds, “I know,” but cuts himself off when you reach into his jeans to pull his thick cock from his underwear. He groans at the feeling of your hand tight around him, whispering, “Oh, fuck,” and bucking his hips up when you flick your thumb over the tip of him. You work him for a few moments, leaning down to spit, using your hand to spread it over him. Steve starts to pant and a deep red flush rises on his cheeks, spreading down his neck and onto his collarbones.
Lifting your hips, you help Steve work his pants and his briefs down his thighs until he’s bare before you and able to spread his legs a little. As you hold him in place, your panties pushed to the side, he guides you down. You feel him press against the seam of your cunt.
“God, fuck,” Steve mutters, hips stuttering, the head of his cock pressing further into you. “You’re so wet. So soft.”
You sit down further and groan at the way he slides right into you with no resistance. Once you’re fully seated, you feel so, so full. He’s so big, and it always takes you a few moments to get used to the stretch. Steve watches you catch your breath, his own hitching when you clench around him.
“I feel you,” you pant. “Steve, I feel you everywhere.”
Steve groans and both of his hands go straight to your hips, squeezing gently. You lean back and rest your hands on the tops of his knees, your back pressing against the steering wheel, and ease your hips up an inch, two, before settling back down, gasping when your clit rubs against his pelvis. He brings one hand around and under the front of your shirt.
“I feel me, too, baby,” Steve pants, pressing down on your stomach, and you whine when he slides his hand down to work at your clit, his thumb brushing over it with just enough pressure to make a difference, making you cry out. “You’re takin’ me so well, sweetheart, God, you feel so good around my cock.”
You want to cry at his words - they send a knot of pure pleasure straight into the center of you. Using all of the strength you have left in your thighs, you rock your hips over and over, pushing yourself up so that only the tip of Steve’s cock is still inside of you, waiting there until he grabs your hips and hitches you down himself. He keeps his hold on you, guiding you up and down, helping you fuck yourself on his cock. After a few more moments, you feel him twitch inside of you, his grip on your hips getting tighter and tighter.
You lean forward to press your mouth against his shoulder. “Are you gonna come, Stevie?”
He laughs breathily at the nickname and nods, turning to kiss the side of your head. “Yeah, you got me pretty close.”
“You gonna come inside me?”
“Fuck, baby, if you want me to,” he pants, and you feel him twitch inside of you again.
“Want you to,” you whisper, easing yourself up out of his grip and then down fully onto his cock, shifting your hips so that your clit drags against the flat of his pelvis again. You bite your lip. “Want you to fill me up, Steve. Want to feel you slipping out of me later tonight.”
Steve nods, groans, “Jesus fuck,” and braces one elbow against the driver’s side door, his other arm coming around to hold you in place. He starts to fuck up into you, hard, short strokes that drive the air right from your lungs, and as his hips snap against yours, you fall forward against him. The best you can do in this moment is to try to hold yourself up, your hands braced on his chest, while he fucks you so hard you can’t see straight. You curse and bring one hand down to rub your clit, and Steve groans.
“Are you gonna come again, baby?”
“Not until you do,” you pant, forehead pressed against the hollow of Steve’s throat. “Not without you.”
“Fuck,” Steve says and throws his head back. He pushes himself a little harder, fucks you a little faster. You keep working your clit until you feel your orgasm overtaking you, and you angle your head up to bite at Steve’s throat, clenching around him one last time before you feel him stiffen underneath you. You rock up and down, easing him through his orgasm, pressing soft kisses along his throat and panting open-mouthed against his skin when you start to come, too. Steve snakes his hand down underneath yours and takes over on your clit, prolonging your orgasm, feels you tighten around him until you’re practically begging him to stop touching you.
“Oh, god,” he groans, giving one last buck of his hips.
Steve stills, panting, softening inside of you, and when he pulls out of you, you cry out, overly sensitive. He pulls your panties back over to cover your cunt, then shakes his head and places his hands on both sides of yours, angling your face up so he can kiss you softly. He brushes your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead. “You good, baby?”
You hum and nod, bracing yourself against his chest. Steve leans over and grabs your shorts, helping you off of his lap and handing them to you. He pulls his pants back up, grabs his sweater, and glances back out the windshield at the screen.
“We’re gonna have to come see this movie again,” Steve says absentmindedly, his hair sticking straight up, a result of your hands tugging on it. You reach over to press it down and he bats your hand away playfully, looking over at you. “I don’t think I’m really following what’s happening.”
“I wonder why,” you snort, pulling your shorts back up your legs and buttoning them. You turn back to Steve in the driver’s seat to find him staring at you, a tender look in his eyes. “What?”
“Nothin’,” he says, pulling the sweater back over his head. “I just love you.”
Your heart stutters in your chest. “I love you, too, you softie.”
“Now,” Steve says, clearing his throat and clenching his hands around the steering wheel. “You wanna finish this movie, or should we…?”
“...Go home so I can jump your bones again?”
“Yeah, that.”
“I think,” you say, leaning over to kiss him on the jaw, “that you should get us the hell out of here before I start taking my clothes back off.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Steve grins, turning to look out the rear window and throwing his car into reverse.
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ghost of you | steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: steve harrington comes to the realization that he needs you more than anything. if only he had come to that realization before he lost you forever.
warnings: breakup, angst, drinking, depression, hopeful ending
wordcount: 2.05k
author's note: this fic is based off ghost of you by 5sos, and i hope you enjoy it! i started writing this like back in february and just decided to finish it up now, so there might be random gaps in there just lmk lol. if you'd like a part two, let me know!
Steve couldn’t sleep as well as he did before. Weeks of tossing and turning could no longer be blamed on a supposedly lumpy mattress. Dustin and Robin had told him time and time again that if he wanted a new mattress he could simply buy a new one. But the mattresses at the store were missing something. They didn’t come with the faint smell of your shampoo, or the wrinkles in the sheets from when you last slept over.
Nearly two months had passed since you were here, yet everything remained the same in Steve’s bedroom. Your side of the bed was untouched. No matter how much Steve insisted he was getting over you, he still refused to sleep on your side of the bed.
Steve rolled out of bed and dragged his feet down the stairs. The floors creaked with every heavy step until he made it down to the kitchen. Dust coated the countertop from lack of use aside from a plate of uneaten food here and there. Robin always made sure Steve had food - she’d stop by the local pizzeria at times and buy him a slice. But as soon as she’d leave, he’d push away the plate and go back to bed.
Steve sat down on the barstool and sighed to himself. To his right sat a half empty cup of coffee. There was nothing special about the cup, it was just a blue cup with a faded “world’s okay-est dad” printed on it from the kids last holiday. But to Steve, it was your cup. Your lipstick was still stained on the rim, faint but still there. God, you didn’t live together officially back then, yet you had designated the left side of the bed and Steve’s yellow sweatshirt as yours, not that Steve minded, though. He loved you, adored you, even.
If only he told you that when it mattered most.
–
Steve wasn’t sure why he gave into Robin and Nancy’s idea. Perhaps it was because he was such a pushover for the kids, that nature transferred to them as well. Nonetheless, Steve was heavily regretting it.
Now, all of Steve’s house was being deeply cleaned to a near perfect state. Nancy suggested throwing a party to get Steve “out of his funk,” as she put it. Anything to help improve his mood, but in reality Steve wanted to do anything but party. He couldn’t when you weren’t by his side, making sure he didn’t drink too much or that he had enough water and food in his stomach. Not when you weren’t pulling him to the middle of the room to dance like no one was watching, or whispering in his ear that you had enough socializing for one night. Those moments, he would look into your eyes and not break away when he called out to everyone that the party was over. Because you were everything to him and anything you said goes. That is until he broke things off with you.
Why did he ever end things?
Steve’s mind was racing as he absentmindedly swept the living room floor, dust accumulating at his feet. He didn’t hear Robin’s voice calling out to him until she was literally in front of him, shaking his shoulders. The boy snapped out of his thoughts, flinching at his friend’s rough shaking.
“Jesus, Rob,” he shook his head. “What do you want?”
Robin rolled her eyes at his hostility and crossed her arms on her chest. “Nancy called,” she deadpanned. “She did the laundry and found a bunch of old crap. She wants to know if she can throw them out or donate them.”
Steve sighed, running his fingers through his uncommonly flat, greasy hair. He had forgotten to shower -once again- but he made a mental note to do so once he finished cleaning the house. “It’s probably my mom’s stuff. I’ll go down to check it out.”
Handing the broom and dustpan to his friend, Steve casually walked downstairs to meet Nancy. And at that moment, he felt as though his entire world collapsed in front of him. In a way, his world really did.
Nancy was crouched by the dryer, folding clothes and sorting them as she pleased. At her side was a lime green basket full of Steve’s old sweatshirts and jeans he once had haphazardly strewn across his bedroom floor. Sitting on top of the pile was a faded black Led Zeppelin shirt. The design was barely there anymore, and you could barely make out the words on it. But that didn’t matter to Steve. That was your shirt and not Nancy’s to touch.
“Hey Steve,” she greeted without looking up from her work. “I set aside a pile of–”
“What did you do?” Steve yelled, his voice raspy and broken from lack of use. He scrambled to the ground and reached for his band t-shirt. The worn material was thin and frail in his hands, almost to a point where he could pull a thread from the hem and the entire shirt would fall apart.
Nancy shot up in alarm, not expecting his frantic reaction. “I-I did the laundry-”
“NO!” he cried out. He brought the article of clothing to his nose, desperately trying to smell you, find you, in the shirt but to no avail. All that he could smell was the stupid detergent from the convenience store.
Tears streamed down his face and onto the cotton, quickly absorbing it and darkening the shirt color. “That was all I had of her,” he sobbed. “How could you, I-I”
Robin ran down into the laundry room at the sound of Steve yelling. “What’s going on here?” she called, racing to meet her friends. “Nancy what happened?”
The poor girl only shrugged her shoulders. “I was just finishing up the laundry and Steve flipped out. Something about a memento?”
Robin stared down at the broken man before her. She could barely recognize him anymore. He was a wreck without you. “y/n’s shirt,” was all Robin could say.
Closing his eyes, Steve could barely make out the image of you in the rain. You had yet another quarrel with your family and ended up at his doorstep. The fuzzy memory replayed in his head, how you were out of breath from running across town to him, looking for him. How he held you the entire night while you wore that shirt since your original clothes were wet and muddy. You clung to him as if he were your lifeline, and he held you with the same regard. They always said you two were too young to know what love felt or meant. No one understood or felt your hurt the way he did. That’s what made you perfect for each other.
And that’s what made you each other’s poison.
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The debacle was resolved once Steve had fallen asleep in his room, locking himself away for the rest of the afternoon until cleaning had completed. Robin had consoled Nancy after she kicked herself for her mistake, but there was nothing that could be done afterwards. Something Steve had forgotten was that they had lost a friend as well. If he wasn’t your person, Nancy was, the girl glued to the hip wherever you went. And Robin was a little sister to you, the kids, too. You were an essential part of your little group. And now you’re just gone.
Soon enough, the party started and the Harrington Manor was filled to the brim with drunk high school students or popular has-beens. No one quite knew how they managed to get in, but no one stopped them or cared for that matter. It was a long shot, but Eddie, Nancy, and Robin were grasping at straws to get their Steve back. If a party to reminisce old times brings back his cheerful spark, then they were willing to buy all the booze Hawkins could supply.
Steve stood by himself in the corner of the main room of the house, nursing his third can of beer of the hour. He was silent, despite the many people coming up in their drunken stupor to greet the supposed host of the party. All he could manage was a fake smile and nod to bore them off.
All of a sudden, he caught a glimpse of a familiar color of hair. He whipped his head around to follow the shadow, only for it to disappear into the crowd. Steve hurried to push through waves of people dancing to music Steve could only describe as pure trash, to find what he was looking for. After all, could it be? After two months, could a party bring you back to him?
“y/n!” Steve shouted out, his voice drowned out in the blaring music. “y/n!”
The shadow did not stop, but neither did Steve. Steve followed it to the backyard, shouting and stumbling as the alcohol in his system began to take over.
“Steve!” a voice shouted behind him. Steve finally stopped to turn around and see Max staring back at him in disbelief. “What the hell are you yelling about?”
Steve’s hands trembled as he grabbed Max’s shoulders. “y/n,” he whispered. “I saw her, I swore I saw her here. She was right there, I-”
“Steve,” Max sighed. “She’s not here. She never was.” The teen pointed out at the garden and pool, seeing no one in sight. Truth be told, absolutely no one was there. Not in the party, nor the backyard. Steve’s grief had taken him by storm. Max feared the worst for him.
–
The party finally ended in the early hours of the morning. Steve woke up on the sticky floor of his manor to the sound of his doorbell ringing. The night was a blur to him. He could barely recall when the party started, much as when it ended. There were flashes of blaring lights and music in Steve’s intoxicated mind. His friends had tried to stop him from drinking himself stupid. At one point, Eddie had to catch him off the kitchen counter when he thought he could crowd surf. To put it shortly, his friends had gotten extremely upset with him and left not long after. Not that Steve cared, though. The alcohol in his system and neverending dread prevented him from caring.
“I can’t keep doing this anymore, Steve,” Robin had yelled over the loud music. Their friends nodded solemnly behind her. “We can’t keep letting you sulk and drink yourself to death. But we can’t help you when you can’t help yourself.”
“Like I care,” Steve slurred, stumbling over himself. Trashy beer dribbled down his chin, onto his expensive sweater. “I didn’t ask you guys to help me. I didn’t ask you to wash her shirt, or clean her side of the bed. I didn’t ask you to help me forget her.”
“We aren’t telling you to forget her,” Dustin sighed for the millionth time that night. “We just want you to go back to normal.”
Steve plopped down against the wall, his head creating a thud noise against it. “How can I?” he began to cry. “I see her everywhere. It’s like her ghost is still here, dancing through the house.” His friends stared down at him feeling absolutely helpless. The young teens watched pitifully. Steve was their rock throughout it all. He was the strongest person they knew, but now he was broken in a million pieces and there was nothing they could do.
And now, Steve clumsily stood up and kicked around empty beer cans as he approached the door.
“Alright,” he grumbled, thinking it was one of his friends. He knew he had to apologize for the things he said that night, but he was hoping he’d get a chance to get over his hangover first.
The doorbell rang one more time, causing Steve to wince at the pinging noise. “I heard you the first time, for fuck’s sake,” he yelled out. Unlocking the door, the door swung open to reveal not Nancy, or Dustin, or even Robin for that matter.
“Stevie,” you whispered, teary eyed. You were wearing his yellow sweatshirt and hadn’t changed a bit. From your hair to your stature. You were still his girl.
“y/n,” Steve gasped out.
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Steve Harrington Fic Recommendations <3
(heyy, I used to post fic recs on my old acc @urdreamg1rrl but it’s glitching so much and i can’t work with it anymore so I decided to try my luck with this account instead. you can find me old fic recs here . anyway I’ve been reading a lot of Steve fics lately so I decided to make a post abt my favorite boy. I’ve labeled the posts that contain smut with a * but read the content warning on each fic regardless. I hope you enjoy and don’t forget to interact with all of these amazing writers. xx)
-hands on you by @usedtobecooler *
-whispers of “are you sure?” by @forevermoreharrington *
-a midsummer’s night by @mollysolo
-how could i say goodbye? by @hawkinsquarry
-delicate by @bejeweledmunson
-what it takes to heal by @hairrington
-let me look at you for a bit by @underoossss
-babe ,baby, beautiful by ^
-forever and a day by @ghostofstudentspast
-death of me by @ilovetulips
-im holding every breath for you by @schoopsahoy
-gut feeling by @munsster
-baby, baby, baby by @pixiemunsons
-use me, im beautiful. take me, im yours by @dr-aculaaa
-roommate romance by @megxplryxb
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𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑠 𝑖.
redamancy by @sanguineterrain
not just on christmas by @headkiss
kiss it better by @bookshelf-dust
please never fall in love again by @french-goodbye
i knew you by @radiosteve
sittin' pretty by @hungharrington
reflections by @roanniom
hands on you by @usedtobecooler
marriage pact by @fantasylandloser
head over heels by @underoossss
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fic recs#joe keery#joe keery x reader#joe keery fic recs#x reader#fic recs#ruerecs
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As my header states, I'm too old for this. But here I am anyway. If you're here you're gonna watch me embarrassingly lust over every version of Steve Harrington (who am I kidding, just Joe Keery in general) and while I mostly just react to other people's tremendously talented work, I occasionally dabble myself.
So if you are lurking, enjoy and leave some kisses 💋
(18+, don't be cunty, yada yada yada)
🔥 Spicy/Smutty
🚨 Cannon/Cannon Adjacent
❤️ Fluffy/Boyfriend-ism
😩 Angsty
Get Off (Series) 🔥18+ - SexShop!Steve x Reader : SexShop!Robin x OC (6/9)
Summary: Steve and Robin have about had it with Hawkins, so on Robin's 25th birthday, the pair decides that there's nothing holding them there anymore and they start packing their bags. The friends move to Chicago and quickly find an apartment to call their own. As luck would have it, within hours of arriving to the city, Robin stumbles on a no-strings-attached job offer for both of them - what could be better?! Now just to break the news to Steve…. This multi part story will both explore their platonic relationship and their chaotic experience working at the sex shop together as well as their own paths of self discovery as they plant their roots in their new city and finally deal with the invisible baggage they drug along with them when they moved. Act 4 - Out Now :)
Prologue || V-Card || Act 1 || Act 2 || Act 3 || Act 4 || Act 5 || Act 6 || Epilogue
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King of Wishful Thinking (Series) ❤️ Fluffy but eventually 🔥 18+ and marked as such because I'm a hoe - Steve Harrington x Reader (2/?)
Summary: Steve has been in love with you for his entire life. He has always wanted to express his feelings and do nice things for you, but every time he tries to come up with new and creative ways to show you how much he cares, but it seems like fate is always against him. Even though he shallowly convinces himself that you’re just meant to be friends and despite these setbacks, Steve remains determined to keep trying. He still holds onto the hope that someday he'll be able to express his feelings to you and maybe, just maybe have them reciprocated. Paused but not forgotten
1974 || 1978 || 1980 (coming soon)
Joe Keery Photo Drop Support Group A place to gather when he sends us into a tizzy. This support group was started in response to the Behind the Blinds Photo Drops but can and will be revisited anytime this man rocks our world like that again....All are welcome. Judgement Free-zone. Cake ALWAYS served.
Birthday Cake Train 🍰 A communal space to celebrate birthdays and serve up a slice of Cake....you know which kind. Join the thread when it's your turn. There's enough to go around.
Seeing Stars 🔥18+ The crew finally decides it's time to start celebrating the 4th of July again, but Steve Harrington finds he can't stop himself from staring.
A Girl Like You (PT 2 to Seeing Stars) 🔥18+ In the aftermath of the 4th, embarrassment and emotions are flying, tables turn and shit gets figured out. Read Part 1 to see how exactly we got here.
Deeper for You 🔥18+ It's your annual beach trip with the crew from Hawkins, something you've all been doing together your whole adult life after life forced everyone to part ways. You're all close, but this year, an accidental encounter in the outdoor shower makes you get a little closer with one person in particular.
Jealous Friend One Shot 🔥18+ ask Watching your friend, Steve Harrington, go on Kamakazi Mission dates over and over again was getting kind of old. You’re always there to listen, comfort and pick up the pieces but what if this time it’s just too much? What if this time you’ve had enough and something that feels a little bit like jealousy rears its ugly head?
Firefighter!Steve One Shot
Taking Care of Steve (Road Head) Blurb 🔥18+ ask
Vampy Steve Blurb ask
Stevie Takes Care of You When You're Sick Blurb ❤️ ask
Joe Keery as Steve Harrington Micro expressions
Steve Harrington Smells Like head cannons
Cozy Cardigan Steve (Joe Keery Dork Mag inspo) ❤️
Ok maybe I'm being overdramatic, but please also consider reading these fics or series I feel like I'd lay down my life for because they have become a visceral part of me and changed the fabric of my being and I think about them all the time. They are all *chefs kiss* and written by amazingly talented people who also have deep Masterlists that also deliver. So wake the fuck up and read em! Again, most (okay fine, all) are 🔥 18+ ...again, because I'm a hoe
Into Open Flames 🔥😩🚨 on AO3
Midnight City 🔥 by @superblysubpar
We'll Call it Love 🔥😩 by @superblysubpar
If Tomorrow Never Comes 🔥😩🚨 by @sweetsweetjellybean
All I Really Want is You ❤️🔥 by @loveshotzz
Whatta Man (Steve's Night) 🔥 by @loveshotzz
New Years Eve (Steve & Eddie)🔥😩 by @loveshotzz
Beyond 🔥 by @abibliophobiaa
We Tried the World 🔥😩 @upsidedownwithsteve
And I Snuck in Through the Garden Gate ❤️🔥 @upsidedownwithsteve
Don't Call Me Baby 🔥😩 by @katyswrites
Aftermath (Steve & Eddie)🔥😩🚨 by @sweetsweetjellybean
Daisy 🔥 by @thyme-in-a-bubble
PSA: Don't steal my shit. Don't repost my shit. Don't steal other peoples shit. Don't use AI. Don't feed my shit into AI. Don't feed other people's shit into AI. Just come here, read about this sweet piece of a man and live on our fantasy island together in lust and in peace.
#its not much but it's mine#palmtreesX3 Masterlist#my masterlist#steve harrington masterlist#steve harrington fics#steve harrington fic recs#fics in progress#wip#my blurbs
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I am doing this again because there is nOT ENOUGH APPRECIATION FOR TGESE AMAZING WRITERS IN OUR FANDOM.
So I did a part 1 but I didn’t include all the ones I wanted since it got too long jsskkskskskdksnxk sooooooo here’s a part 2 of all the fics which absolutely PLAGUE my mind and you NEED to check these out and show them your love!! I have said this before I’ll say it again telling writers you like their writing with just a simple reblog or a good comment MATTERS so much more than you know. So I better see you guys showering writers with love on their fics! While I did make this for myself because I’m building a little ✨collection✨ I hope this helps anyone who’s looking for more fics to read!!!
(Minors this is your cue to not be anywhere around here if I see you interacting I’ll tell yo mama!)
Recs under the cut <3
Her body is Bible by @superblysubpar - DEAD. ASCENDED TO ANOTHER PLANE. MET GOD. DIED. BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE JESUS STYLE. LOST ALL COHERENCE FOR A GOOD FEW DAYS. (18+)
Amuse and romance me like you do by @heartthrobinsfics - I have re-read this whole fic from start to finish so many times dkksckkxmfkdkckdkf the slow burn was really slow burning and ACCURACY in characterisation Family Video Steve has alllllll my heart
Single thread part 1 part 2 part 3 by @headkiss - Spiderman AU Steve I love you so much it hurts! The slow burn is so fkskfkskfkskdkskxkdkdkkdkckfkfskdkxkfk! And he’s just so 🥺 ahhhhh OBSESSED with this whole Universe! (18+)
Rules are meant to be broken by @funnylittlelad - I read this whole series on AO3 and my GOD this deserves so much more love!!!! The complicated relationships with parents the angst is so delicious I am in LOVE with this.
This blurb by @stevebabey - The way I have NEVER felt more represented as I was here. Being a #losergf is a tough job but someone’s gotta do it
If you loved me, why’d you leave me part 1 part 2 by @1986harrington - I have to say reading the first part actually made me wanna lie down in the rain for like a couple of hours because the ANGST🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 and the SMUT in the second part lordtttt (18+)
how could i say goodbye? by @hawkinsquarry - The way this fic made me WEEP. I love it when people make Steve actually process any of his trauma but him being needy after the events of S4 was so ON POINT. Fuck this hurt. So good!
Beyond part 1 by @abibliophobiaa - The way I start SHAKINH AND SCREAMING AND CRUONH AND YHEOWINH UP when I start thinking about this series sjkdxkdkxkfk fake marriage AU will always have a place near and dear in my heart and with Steve??? DEAD.
Chateau, Careless whispers part 1 part 2 by @kurtie4life96 - Sugar Daddy Steve can be something so incredibly personal to #girlies (me) OBSESSED with thiskdkskfmdkdkdk the smut made the wires in my brain unwire (18+)
Burning by @lis-likes-fics - ABSOLUTELY INSANE actually. CRAZY. MIND DESTROYING. NERVES IMPLODING. KILLED ME. The plot with porn can be so personal to me FUCKING GOD. (18+)
Pray for the night by @upsidedownwithsteve - Call me a whore but I LOOOOOOVE me some “we almost died so let’s fuck each other’s brains out because we’re alive and we want to feel something” 😌😇 (18+)
Pride and Prejudice and Peanut Butter Sundaes by @starryeyedstories - The enemies to lovers of it all kskskskskskdks THE TWIST OF P&P WITH STEVE HARRINGTON REST ASSURE THIS IS CLOSE TO MY HEARTTTTT! This is so freaking goodkskskskskskskx
Meet me at the chateau by @theemporium - I think about this fic so much and it's been MONTHS but I will make it a pOINT to re-read it because this is just absolute perfection ugh sjkskdkskdkksdkjsdjkddk! (18+)
Puppy by @lovebugism - Sub!Steve you’ll always be famous! This made me so dizzy gAWD. Can't believe this isn't my life. So unfair. Looooooooooooove this! (18+)
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington fic recs#steve harrington angst#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington smut#fic recs for p <3#steve harrington fanfic#apparently people actually find these useful?????#did NOT know that lolol#I really thought the last time I did this would just be for like me and the few people who listen to me scream and lose my shit#any time I read a fic and keysmash my way through the reblog because hashtag incoherence#ANYWAY glad to know y’all get some recs and also like and comment and reblog <3#aS YOU SHOULD TBH#also I better not see anyone pointing out how most of these are smut look I’ve had some rough few months oKAY?????#Like fr which is why I’ve been inactive too THERE’S A GOOD REASON PEOPLE😭
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The times just keeps going faster, I swear 👀 I am awfully late this month, but winter has made a come back where I live and it put me in such a lazy mood (I might have or might have not read 8 books in the last 3 days) 🙈
To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!
To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.
Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!
complex, complicated and clear by @vendettaparker
↳ three-shot, steve x reader and eddie x reader, i live for angst and drama!!
❄EDDIE MUNSON❄
saccharine by @whosjunglejim4322
↳ one shot, 18+, nasty in love is the best way to describe it and i love every word
simple rules (part 2) by @userquinn
↳ two shot, 18+, single dad!eddie x teacher!reader, this is all i need in life
with or without you by @nexusnyx
↳ one shot, 18+, Nyx couldn't write a bad thing if she tried, this is a gem just like every single piece of her work 🙌
❄STEVE HARRINGTON❄
we fight to make up by @lovebugism
↳ one shot, 18+, jealous!steve, we love a good make up
take my hand and i'll take yours too by @stylesparker
↳ one shot, best friend!reader, friends to lovers and i'm 😫😫
thic fic by @lucasnclair
↳ one shot, so adorable, made my heart grow 🥰
only you by @sunshinesteviee
↳ one shot, great fic 👏
ruin me by @babyrunsforfanfic
↳ one shot, i wanna ruin steve harrigton in any way he lets me 😌
this fic by @starryeyedstories
↳ blurb, THIS 🥰🥰🥰
love as sweet as honey (and lover, i'm hungry) by @stevebabey
↳ one shot, 18+, absolutely spectacular, an iconic mastepiece, 10/10 would read again
slick like summer by @upsidedownwithsteve
↳ one shot, 18+, i think about this fic so much, it lives in my mind rent free
warmth between us by @lilacletter
↳ one shot, 18+, where is steve harrington while i'm here freezing alone???
❄JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN❄
abs sans brain by @sometimes-i-write-good
↳ one-shot, not gonna lie, wanted to strangle jake for better part of this fic but the end is just SHSHSHSHSH i love that man
flygirl by @starlightstories
↳ one-shot, friends to lovers, jake seresin take me flying, this is a need not a want!!
in sickness by @top-hhun
↳ one-shot, aviator!reader, jake is lovesick and some am i
just friends by @say-al0e
↳ one-shot, 18+, fwb to lovers, the "we're not just friends and you fucking know it' line will never not make me go mad
i just want you to like me by @adamstnheights
↳ one-shot, 18+, bartender!reader, fwb to lovers, another spectacular idiots in love story 😌
loving you is the antidote by @demxters
↳ one-shot, 18+, college!au, amazing story 💙
devil in disguise by @tongue-like-a-razor
↳ one-shot, jake seresin is a devil and that is a fact 😈
your name (on that coffee cup) by @rae-gar-targaryen
↳ one-shot, in the end all of us just want to lick jake seresin's abs and that totally normal 😌
it's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday by @flaming-tgmcu
↳ one-shot, the fluff on this one, my heart can't take it 😫
this fic by @katsu28
↳ blurb, this is SO CUTE AHH
the beanery by @callsign-peach
↳ one-shot, this was so good!!
friends by @callsignseagull
↳ one-shot, god tier idiots in love fic, a bit of a slay if you ask me 💅
❄MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA❄
sin adorno o flores by @rae-gar-targaryen
↳ one-shot, 18+, ✨chef's kiss✨
❄ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD❄
make me by @roosterbruiser
↳ blurb, 18+, mafia!au bob has never crossed my mind before but my lord 🤤😫
full of surprises by @withahappyrefrain
↳ one-shot, 18+, bob floyd surprise me challenge
this fic by @notroosterbradshaw
↳ blurb, i am YELLING yes i love it here
❄BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW❄
i close my eyes and all i see is you and the small things you do by @jupitercomet
↳ one-shot, this is just so beautiful, stunning work 🥰
a litttle pinch by @tongue-like-a-razor
↳ one-shot, dad!rooster, CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAM, this is just so wholesome 😭😭
home for the holidays by @mothdruid
↳ one-shot, 18+, fake dating slow burn, slay and a half, Abby ate and we have been fed 🙌
blue skies by @familyvideostevie
↳ one-shot, meet cute, this is so sweet i can't!!
tough luck by @//familyvideostevie
↳ one-shot, another meet cute, another banger
champagne lips by @roosterforme
↳ one-shot, I LOVED THIS SO MUCH 💙💙💙💙💙
that's my man by @greymoonfeelings
↳ one-shot, nobody says a bad word about bradly on our watch!!
this fic by @katsu28
↳ one-shot, you don't understand how much i love this 🤭
❄TOM HOLLAND❄
the end by @lauras-collection
↳ one-shot, go ahead and rip my heart out, Laura, why don't you :') the worst thing is that i will thank you and ask you to do it again after you're done 😅
❄BUCKY BARNES❄
dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog
↳ one-shot, wonderful work as always 💙
the road goes ever on and on by @rocketrhap3000
↳ series, 18+, single mum!reader, beautiful story 💕
❄STEVE ROGERS❄
missing home by @anika-ann
↳ one-shot, part of the love on the brain universe, GG and Sparkles are life, i love them more than life itself <3
no strings attached by @viperbarnes
↳ one-shot, 18+, exes to lovers, such amazing work 👏
this fic by @heli0s-writes
↳ one-shot, 18+, this is just phenomenal 👏
#anna's fic recs#january 2023 fic recs#fic recs#stranger things fic recs#top gun fic recs#jake seresin fic recs#steve harrington fic recs
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Steve Hurt/Comfort Fic Recs
👏 Acknowledge 👏 Steve’s 👏 Trauma 👏
This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)
Where do we go from here? (quietly fading away) by allandmore - Rated M
"What’s scarier than saving the world? Figuring out what to do afterwards. I get it,” Eddie turns on his side, one shoulder on the wall, and grips the front of Steve’s shirt. His face is so close Steve can feel the warmth of his breath. “But we’ve got time now. Right, Steve? We bought us all time. Time to figure all our shit out. Isn’t that what matters?”
OR
Steve Harrington struggles to find purpose after the Upside Down.
(But maybe purpose doesn't have to be big. Maybe it's helping Dustin navigate Sophomore year. Maybe it's reminding Robin to send in college admission letters. Maybe it's Eddie Munson. Maybe).
how steve eats his breakfast by oscarwilderobbieross - Rated M
Mrs Harrington loved her son and he loved her right back. She was the isolated wife to a distant man and Steve was her entire world. He followed her around the house like a little duckling, preferred sitting with her as she got ready instead of playing with his toys. There was something so magical about her careful ritual to him.
She’d always turn to him, hair done and make-up beautiful and do a little “Tadah!” Steve would smile at her and tell her she looked like a princess. She’d smile back at him and scoop him up in her arms to twirl him around the room. “If I’m a princess, you’re my little prince.”
His father told her she shouldn’t encourage him to sit with her. He thought it would make him soft. He was a boy, after all. He told Steve his mother had always wanted a daughter, but he was glad he’d gotten a son. “Plenty of time to turn you into a proper man, son.”
A little prince.
Or: Steve Harrington, a collection of cracked ribs, black eyes and a bleeding heart.
Cut and Changed and Rearranged by AidaRonan - Rated T
The real reason Steve never really dates anymore is this: the nightmares and the secrets behind them.
In the middle of the night, reeling from bad dreams, Steve properly starts on the mixtape Eddie made for him. Master of Puppets made Eddie feel invincible once. Maybe Steve can borrow that feeling for one night.
Breathe by cappuccinoo - No Rating
"Nobody else seemed to notice these things, somehow, but Eddie did.
So he filed them all away under ‘things to never do near Steve Harrington’. One: avoid the pool. Two: don’t yell around him. And now he had a new one: never bring up the lack of personality in his room."
OR
Eddie notices Steve's odd behavior, and when it gets a little too bad, he (and all of the rest of the party) are there to take care of him and be the family he needs.
and i know that you don’t, but if i ask you if you love me— by fakecharliebrown - Rated T
Once, only a few weeks before his parents decide he’s too old to be tucked into bed at night, Steve grabs his mother by the wrist and asks, “Does Father love me?”
“Of course he does,” she says immediately, smoothing the blanket where it rests over his chest.
Steve blinks up at her. “Then how come he never says it?”
She purses her lips. “He shouldn’t have to, sweetheart. You should just know.”
(It isn’t until years down the line that Steve realizes she’d somehow turned that into being his fault.)
or; Steve Harrington through the years, on loving and being loved.
Love Without Strings by sillylittleclowndude - Rated T
Hopper sighed out, “Getting used to getting your face beat in is not something that you should have ever had to deal with. You or Robin.”
“Oh no, it’s really okay, Hop, I swear. It’s like, kind of my job, ya know?”
“I’m sorry?” Hopper spoke up, looking at Steve’s face like he thought he may have misheard. The rest of the crew also turned to look at Steve with confusion on their faces.
Or
Steve doesn’t realize that his friends didn’t know about what happened in the underground Russian base and everything spills out when Hopper mentions his time in a Russian prison.
Okay, I'll pack my stuff by seeds - Rated T
El was never close to Steve Harrington. She's heard a few stories about him being an asshat when he was in high school, but she's never seen him be anything but nice to her friends. It makes her confused, but since her dad can be wary of him at times, she is too.
However, when he shows up at the cabin in the freezing cold dead-of-night, El makes the decision to help him, and it might just be one of the best decisions she makes (besides saving the world).
#veryace recs#steve harrington angst#steve harrington#stranger things#stranger things fic recs#steve harrington fic recs#fanfic recs
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Booksmart | Steve Harrington
Summary: Steve Harrington’s head may be full of air, but his heart is full of love. [4.4k]
Fluff, comfort, slight angst, insecure Steve
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Steve Harrington isn’t a genius. He barely passed his classes in high school, couldn’t get into college, and can barely keep his minimum wage job. He’s been belittled by his parents too many times to care about their opinion and he knows compared to his friends he isn’t as clever or witty, but he’s okay with it - at least he thinks he is. It might sting when Robin and Eddie tease him for being too slow or when Dustin sighs in frustration because he can’t keep up, but the ache dissipates when they look at him in adoration.
He blames his failing love life on his lack of intelligence. Although girls find his himbo-ness endearing, his relationships never last long. Most of the dates he goes on end up as dirty hookups in the backseat of his car and on the off chance a girl stays longer than a month he can slowly see the irritation replace the endearment in her eyes. He was just something to do during the inbetween phase of graduation and moving out of Hawkins, a trophy to conquer - to finally have slept with the previously known King. He used to be okay with that at the beginning, he got his needs met while girls crossed him off their list, but over time he craved more. He saw how Nancy looked at Jonathan, how Joyce laughed with Hopper, and how Robin blushed around Vickie. He was desperate for that feeling of being wanted and loved.
Even though he's surrounded by people who love and accept him as he is, he can't help but wonder if things would’ve been different if he was just a little smarter.
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“Robin I’m telling you she started speaking a different language halfway through dinner,” Steve grumbles as he’s shelving the horror section.
Robin rolls her eyes at him, “Just because you don’t understand the words she’s using doesn’t mean she was speaking a different language, Steven. I don’t even think she knows anything but English.
Steve sighs under his breath.
He had gone on another date last night, but didn’t even make it past the appetizers before he made up an emergency and left. The night started off great, the Indiana summer evening had a cool breeze, he opened the door for her, and was rewarded with a kiss on his cheek when he presented her with flowers. Valerie had been nice, beautiful, and smart - maybe a little too smart for Steve. Don’t get him wrong, Steve loves strong, smart, and capable women. He loved hearing Valerie speak about physics and graphing linear equations, he loved learning about what interested her, but as the night went on he could see the light in her eyes fading as he kept asking her questions. The final straw had been when he told her he hasn’t read a book since high school and she laughed lightly before saying “you really are only a pretty face.”
“Maybe, I’m just destined to be alone, or like a back up plan for girls who come back to Hawkins after giving up on their big city dreams.”
Robin sighs and gives him a reassuring pat, “Steve, you’re a good man. You’ll find your one, trust me on this.”
Before he can say more the bell jingles as a gust of hot air is let in. Steve groans as he spots Dustin’s mop of curly hair and hears the chatter of 6 other teens. He holds the door open with his arm as he sees Lucas struggling with Max’s wheelchair.
“You guys can’t keep coming in here, Robin and I actually have work to do you know.”
“We wanted to pick a movie for movie night,” Max says.
He sighs softly as he meets her eyes. Steve’s always had a soft spot for Max ever since they’ve met and it’s only gotten softer since then, everyone knows this, but the kids tend to take advantage of this and use Max to get their way.
“Alright two movies max and no rated r ones.”
As he hears the bell jingle again he starts his greeting in a monotone voice, “Welcome to Family Video, my name is St—” he chokes.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” you ask softly.
He’s still coughing and panting slightly as he tries to give you a reassuring nod. Robin makes her way to the front to hand Steve some water and finish introductions.
“What he means to say is his name is Steve and I’m Robin. You can come get us if you have any questions.”
You nod politely, finally tearing your gaze away from Steve as you start browsing through the racks. Steve, however, can’t seem to stop looking at you. He’s seen a lot of beautiful women in his life, but none of them held a candle to you. Everything about you was just perfect to him and he didn’t even know you yet. His eyes repeatedly traced the slope of your nose, down to your plush lips, and back to your furrowed eyebrows as you read the back of a tape.
You lift your head up and he blushes as you make eye contact.
“Do you have any recommendations for sci-fi, I just moved to town and need something to keep me from getting bored?” you ask shyly.
“Err- We have a sci-fi section over there” Steve points to the rack behind him where the kids are gathered and quietly arguing over which movie to pick.
You speak as you make your way over, “Yeah, but do you have any recommendations for me? I feel like I’ve seen all the good ones already.”
Steve's face falls as he tries to come up with an answer.
“Have you seen Star Wars?” Dustin speaks up
Max and El groan loudly as you shake your head.
“I tend to stay away from franchises, but what’s it about?”
Before Dustin can answer, Mike beats him to it, “It’s about galactic adventures of these characters, it’s pretty cool.”
“We were planning on watching it tonight, we always have movie nights at Steve’s on Friday. You should join us!” Dustin exclaims as he tries to shoot Steve a sly wink.
Your eyes grow wide at the sudden invitation as Steve rests his head in his hands too embarrassed to speak.
“Is that alright with you, Steve?” You ask kindly.
Steve’s breath hitches as he hears you say his name, he slowly meets your gaze as he gives you a slight nod trying to avoid choking on air again.
Robin smirks at Steve as she hands you a post-it, “Here’s Steve’s address. Movie starts at 7 and bring as many snacks as you’d like!”
You grab the post-it and shoot everyone a small wave “I’ll see you guys then!”
Steve feels like he can finally breathe after he hears the soft slam of the door behind you.
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“I can’t believe you would do that, just invite a stranger to my home like that,” Steve groans as he fixes his hair, again, in the hallway mirror. He glances down at his polo debating if he should change his shirt for the fourth time.
“Steve, she agreed to come while seeing you in a Family Video vest, I don’t think your outfit is what you should be worried about,” Jonathan teases him as he passes him a coke.
Steve shoots him a sarcastic smile before checking his watch. It’s 7:02, you should’ve shown up 2 minutes ago and he’s a nervous wreck. He sees your headlights before anyone else does and trips over Will’s backpack as he waits to open the door on the very first knock.
“Sorry I’m late, the petit fours took longer than expected.” You smile at him holding out a large container filled with small cakes.
He gives you a confused look too embarrassed to ask what petit fours are, so instead he takes the container and waves you in.
“What brings you to Hawkins?” Eddie asks.
“I actually came here for work, Hawkins laboratory needed another scientist to look at all the crazy stuff that’s happened here.”
Everyone basks in the uncomfortable silence as you mention the lab before Nancy speaks up, “You work as a scientist? You seem pretty young.”
You hesitate slightly, folding your hands in your lap, “I am young, but I graduated college at 16 and recently got my PhD and my advisor recommended me for this job, so here I am.”
Steve’s heart falls to his stomach, you were a genius, a child prodigy of some sort and you’ve accomplished so much at such a young age. There was no way you would even be slightly interested in him, but part of him was willing to take that risk - be okay with whatever you spared him because it was better than not having you in his life at all.
The movie is ignored as everyone pays more attention to you and your genius-ness. He hears voices all at once but all he can focus on is yours. The way your laugh ends in a higher pitch than it starts in, the way you softly reassure Nancy that college isn’t hard, but his favorite is when you say his name when you ask for his opinion on the theories the kids present to you. It makes him feel important like you care about what he has to say and you value his thoughts just as much as you would anyone else’s.
Steve might’ve only met you today, but he was already enamored. You might’ve knowingly opened the door only to Family Video, but you also unknowingly opened the door to his heart and started to fill every corner of it with you.
_
Steve doesn’t think he’s read this much in his entire existence as he has this month.
The first thing he did the morning after movie night was go to the library and check out as many books as he could about everything that sounded smart. He’s inhaled almost every book on poetry (specifically Shakespeare), astrophysics and European history. You’ve come to every movie night since the first one and you try your best to visit Family Video after work just to chat with Steve and Robin. He was slowly falling in love with you and he wasn’t going to let his dumb brain be the reason he lost you. He forcefully read every book from cover to cover, prying his eyes open with the memory of your impressed smile anytime he fell asleep. He’s made countless flashcards and pesters Robin to quiz them during their shift.
After two months of revising and memorizing he thinks he finally finds the courage to ask you out. You’re the last one to leave tonight, helping Steve clean up after everyone either left or claimed a spare room.
Steve’s hands are clammy as he ties the trash bag into a pretty bow, “I was wondering if… I mean you don’t have to… but umm, like if you wanted to go out. With me, I mean.”
Your eyes trace his face as you clench the empty red vines wrapper, “You mean like a date?”
Steve nods, unsure of your reaction. Part of him hopes you’ll say no and put him out of his misery, so he can finally stop learning, but a bigger part of him hopes you’ll give him a chance.
Your lips upturn in a shy smile as you fiddle your thumbs, “Yeah, I’d like that a lot. What did you have in mind?”
“How about next Friday, we ditch the losers and have our movie night? I’ll pick you up at 7 and we can catch a movie?”
You respond with a quick kiss on his cheek as you grab your purse and head out. Steve rests his head on the back of the door as he pumps his fist in the air and tries his hardest to not wake Robin and Eddie with his cheering.
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You’re nervous as you pace in front of your door. Steve makes you nervous, but you don’t hate the feeling. You’ve never felt this way about a boy before, boys always had a competition with you, a majority of your dates ended up with the two of you trying to up each other with accomplishments, but with Steve everything is different. Even though the facts he tells are wrong, it was still endearing to watch him try.
You’re broken out of your thoughts with a knock on your door. You smooth down your dress and look in the mirror once more before swinging the door open. Steve stands there in all his glory, hair perfectly done, snug jeans, and a bouquet of flowers covering his stupidly handsome face.
“These are for you,” he pushes the bouquet towards you with a surprise force that you have to step back to avoid them pressing into your nose.
“Thanks Steve, they’re beautiful.” You set them down gently at the nearby table mentally making a note to find a vase after you come back home.
He opens his car door for you, waiting until you’re settled in before jogging back to his side. “There’s a French movie playing tonight, I think it’s about Marie - Annette, you know the queen who liked cake?”
You giggle quietly but opt to ignore his mistake because he just looked too fucking cute with furrowed eyebrows and a nervous smile.
“And after the movie I was thinking we can stop by somewhere for a late night snack?”
You nod excitedly eager to finally spend time with him far away from the eyes of your prying friends, “I didn’t know you knew French?”
“Uh, yeah.”
The movie was… boring and bland. Steve didn’t understand anything happening so instead spent the entire time admiring you, the furrow of your eyebrows, the tilt of your head, and the gentle bite of your lip. He remembered you mentioning to Robin that you were fluent in French, so thought a foreign film would be a good idea for a first date, but now he regrets his choice especially since you spent the drive to the diner asking him questions about the movie. Questions he didn’t know the answer to. Steve has charmed his way through life, but he wasn’t sure how much longer his charm would last with you, he had an inkling that sooner or later you would be able to see through his facade and you would see him as a disappointment.
_
You had a hunch that Steve was lying about knowing French and your hunch was confirmed when his shoulders tensed as the ticket guy told him the movie didn’t have English subtitles. He played it off with a laugh and a wave of his hand, but you could tell it made him nervous. You thought the movie was alright, but your favorite part was feeling Steve’s eyes on you. You try to be mindful when asking him questions, keeping them vague and more about opinions rather than asking him questions that have a right or wrong answer. He responds as vaguely as possible, gauging your reaction to see if you’re pleased with his answer or if he needs to backtrack and fix his opinion.
Your conversation at the diner starts to get more personal as you ask each other about your likes and dislikes. You learn that Steve broke his arm learning to ride a bike, his favorite color is green, and he’s always wanted a dog. Everything you learn about Steve just makes you like him even more and the potential of falling in love with him makes you giddy with happiness. Your hands brush occasionally as you walk back to his car. He bites his lip hesitating to grab your hand as he peeks at you from the corner of his eye. You make the decision for the both of you and take a hold of his hand swinging both your arms as he blushes.
“You’re really cute Steve Harrington,” you say as you force him to face you before gently pushing your lips to his.
_
You spend every free time you have with Steve now. It’s been a month since your first date and since then you’ve gone out plenty of times and if you’re not physically together then you’re talking for hours on the phone. Steve’s able to open up to you more than he has to anyone else and it’s only been a few months of knowing you but he knows he’s in love, yet he can’t ask you to be his girlfriend. He does everything a boyfriend should do, calling you during breaks, kissing your bad days away, and hugging you just right when you’re on the verge of tears, but he still can’t find the courage to ask you to be his, officially.
You express your concern to Nancy and Robin at an impromptu girls night, thrown together after a rough week for all of you.
“I just don’t know why he won’t ask me, I always want to ask him myself before I see him, but then I lose my nerve. Maybe he doesn’t even like me like that and I’m just reading into things,” you whine as you smear a homemade face mask on Robin's face.
“Trust me, Steve is a goner for you,” Nancy replies as she squints to make sure her brushes on the nail polish perfectly.
“Nance is right, Steve is in love with you, but you just make him nervous.”
“I don’t understand why though, how do I make him nervous when he’s Steve Harrington,” you sigh dreamily.
Nancy and Robin giggle as they see the childish frown on your face. You push your face into a pillow whining into it like a petulant child.
Nancy rubs your back gently, “Look it’s not my place to say, but Steve isn’t the smartest tool academically. And you’re this child prodigy and that makes him nervous.”
Robin nods in agreement, “Yeah, you do know he spent months reading all sorts of books just to impress you right? He isn’t actually as smart as he pretends to be. He just memorizes a bunch of stuff the days leading up to your date.”
You huff in annoyance, “Yeah, I knew that on our first date when he took me to that French film. But I don’t love him because he can tell me facts about the mesozoic era. I love him because he’s him.”
Nancy and Robin share a knowing look.
“You love him?” Robin whispers.
“What?”
“You just said you love him,” Nancy clarifies.
You breathe in deeply before letting it out, the weight of what you said finally sinking in. “Yeah, I do. I really do.”
Both girls squeal as they pull you into a hug, face masks and nail polish quickly forgotten.
You fall asleep that night knowing the next time you see Steve you’ll tell him. Tell him how much you love him and how he means to you.
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Unfortunately for you and Steve, you aren’t able to spend any time alone lately. Work is crazy for the both of you and any time you have off it’s spent with the group. While you love spending time with your friends, you’re dying for a second alone with Steve. A second that only you both can cherish when you finally tell him how you feel.
You’re hoping you can finally catch a moment alone with Steve at the summer bonfire by Lover’s Lake. Almost every young adult in Hawkins comes out of hiding for this annual bonfire, usually thrown by college kids as a final hurrah before summer break is officially over. You hung out with Nancy and Robin for a while and meet some new people, but you’re aren’t able to find the one person you want to see. You finally spot him parking his car and hurriedly shoving his family video vest in the trunk, but before you call out to him you’re blocked by a freckled boy wearing a smug smile.
“Well if it isn’t the new genius of Hawkins,” the boy teases, voice filled with malice.
You smile politely, “I’m sorry you’re–”
“I’m Hagan. Tommy Hagan, surprised Steve hasn’t mentioned me considering we used to be the best of friends before he became a loser.”
You’ve heard about Tommy, mostly through passing from Nancy and Jonathan and based on Steve’s disgruntled face every time his name was mentioned, you decided Tommy Hagan wasn’t worth your time.
“How can I help you?” You ask in a monotone voice to show how disinterested you are.
Before Tommy can start you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and lips brush against the side of your head. You turn to see Steve’s grimace at Tommy before his eyes soften landing on you.
“Hi hon,” he whispers gently, his left arm moving from caressing your hip to soothing the ache in your shoulder.
“Hey baby.” For a second it’s just the two of you lost in each other’s eyes, you wonder if everyone else can see how lovesick you are for Steve. Before you can whisk him away for yourself Tommy interrupts again.
“Damn, Harrington. Didn’t think I’d see you go all soft again after what Wheeler did to you.”
You rolled your eyes at the mention of Nancy. It’s been years, both Steve and Nancy were over it, being happy for each other and supporting each other as friends. Yet everyone still brought it up because they had no other dirt on Steve.
“Didn’t know you were home for the summer Tommy,” Steve replies ready to end the conversation with his former friend.
At this point you see Jonathan and Eddie glancing from their spot near the fire. Both of them looking at Steve, silently asking him if he needed them. Steve shakes his head at them and squeezes your shoulder readying to lead you away.
“Yeah, summer is the only time I have off now. Between college and my internship. It’s hard out there man, but you wouldn’t know that, would you?” Tommy smirks knowingly as he pushes Steve’s buttons. He knows college has always been a sore spot for Steve especially since he was still stuck working at Family Video.
Steve grunts in response hoping his disinterest is enough to stray Tommy away from the both of you, but with Steve’s luck Tommy turns his attention to you.
“Surprised he can keep up with a genius like you sweetheart.”
You wrinkled your nose in disgust, the term of endearment turning sour coming from a mouth other than Steve’s.
Tommy continues to go on, swaying from the few too many drinks he’s had. “Did he tell you he barely passed high school? His dad complained to mine about how much of a disappointment he turned out to be. Can’t even get a job at his dad’s firm with the brain he has.”
Steve loosens his grip around your shoulder, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.
“You’re telling me your girl hasn’t caught on to the kind of screw up you are Harrington? You sure she’s a genius, or maybe you found someone that aligns with your IQ.”
At this point everyone is watching the words fly out of Tommy’s mouth, some snickering others shooting Steve looks of pity. Tommy Hagan is ripping him to shreds in front of everyone and yet all he can focus on is you. A look of disappointment mixed with frustration glazing over your otherwise sweet disposition. He sees his friends pushing their way through the crowd but before they could defend him he hears your honey like voice calling out for Tommy.
“What university did you say you go to, Tommy?” you ask sweetly.
“Indiana University of Business,” he smirks behind his beer.
“And I’m assuming your daddy paid for it? Cause you sure as hell didn’t get into school by your merit, considering you spent most of high school with your head so far up people’s asses that you couldn’t get enough oxygen to your brain. Hence, why you and your stupid ass are still playing into high school politics at your grown ass age.”
The smugness on Tommy’s face disappears.
“And what do you want to do with your future Tommy? Join daddy’s business? Turn out exactly like him? Cause last I heard he spends more time with his new family than he does with you. Maybe he finally got a child he actually loves.”
You knew it was a low blow, bringing up Tommy’s family issues, but you couldn’t care less. After everything he said to Steve, he had it coming and you only wish you were around in high school so you could’ve put him in his place earlier.
You heard a low whistle from Eddie, “Well guess the shows over folks. And looks like we have a clear winner.”
People start clearing out going back to mind their own business and you grab Steve’s arm leading him far away from Tommy’s frozen stance.
“Guess the secret’s out,” Steve mumbles.
“Huh?”
“Now you know I’m not really smart, so..” he trails off.
You smile, arms twisting around his waist pulling him close. “You know, I’ve met a lot of smart people in my life, but don't you dare, even for a second take Tommy’s words to heart. Because I know you, and I know that you’re the greatest person I’ve ever met.”
Steve pinches your chin, holding your gaze before whispering out a shy “yeah?”
You hear the insecurity laced in his voice as you nod fervently. “I kinda figured you weren’t as smart as you let on from our first date, but I said yes because even though you aren’t a brainiac you have a heart of gold. I see the way you take care of the kids, how you take care of your friends. And I love how you take care of me. I love you and everything about you, Steve Harrington.”
Steve blushes, his cheeks turn a rosy hue as he grabs your waist pressing his lips to yours in a kiss so sweet you think you’ll get a toothache.
“You really love me?”
“I really do.”
Steve presses another kiss before murmuring out an I love you against your lips.
Yeah, Steve Harrington is stupid. Stupidly in love with you.
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One Word Fic Recs
I'm extremely terrible at giving feedback so I thought I'd add a twist to the usual fic recs and describe them using one word.
Fic recs:
Shout out to these Amazing authors:
@luveline @anika-ann @munsons-maiden @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @eddiemunsonswhxre @thefreak0fhawkinshigh @munsonquinns @marvelmusing @softtdaisy and many more!
Perfect:
they're so nice - @eddiemunsonswhxre (eddie munson x reader)
accidents happen - @eddiemunsonswhxre (eddie munson x reader)
blurb - @appocalipse (eddie munson x reader)
let me get what I want - @eddiemunsonluvrs (eddie munson x reader)
break up sex - @munsonquinns (eddie munson x reader)
Breathtaking:
blurb - @wndalovebot - (eddie munson x reader)
can we always be this close - @my-my-only-angel (eddie munson x reader)
below the surface- @hairrington (steve harrington x reader)
blurb - @fxllfaiiry (eddie munson x reader)
secret admirer - @keeryshouse (eddie munson x reader)
peanut butter cookies - @eddie-van-munson (eddie munson x reader)
Remarkable:
serendipitous salvation - @maximoff-pan (peter parker x reader)
the nightmare- @dr-aculaaa (eddie munson x reader)
snowfall and rain - @huffle-pissed (peter parker x reader)
blurb - @munsonquinns (eddie munson x reader)
smitten - @magicchai (eddie munson x reader)
Extraordinary:
give you the moon - @keeryshouse - (eddie munson x reader)
off the table- @peterthepark (peter parker x reader)
blurb- @ghosttownwherenoonegoes (eddie munson x reader)
rainbow lights- @retrobutterflies - (eddie munson x reader)
cherry blossom coloured kisses- @queers-gambit (eddie munson x reader)
No words, just applause:
worlds apart - @munsons-maiden (eddie munson x reader series)
teach me - @urfavstargirl1 (eddie munson x reader)
new kid on the block- @bizaar (eddie munson x reader)
dead end - @cranekisscentral (eddie munson x reader)
dead channels - @robiin-buckley (eddie munson x reader)
something extra - @luveline (eddie munson x reader)
#fic recs#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#peter parker x reader#eddie munson fic recs#steve harrington fic recs#peter parker fic recs#one word fic recs
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୭ ₊˚✧ prickly lilypads - send in a character/fandom and i will recommend you my favorite fics
steve harrington <3
fic recs ! - 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑
fic recs for ; steve harrington!
x reader
SFW !
come back ... be here - @harringtown
"good morning, sleeping beauty" - @wanturvideo
hot chocolate - @thyme-in-a-bubble
cherry - @upsidedownwithsteve
cruel summer - @munsonsreputation
moments tucked away - @talesofesther
death of me - @ilovetulips
delicate - @bejeweledmunson
NSFW !
swimming pool - @meadowscarlet
slot your pennies into the vending machine of love - @morwap
whispers of "are you sure?" - @forevermoreharrington
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i miss the old tumblr community life low key 😭
talking whenever
promo events & writing events for different fandoms
long chains of reblogs about the most niche things
the group chats (minus the creeps)
just overall support of each other and their works :(((
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Billet Doux (Steve Harrington)
Summary: bil·let-doux/ˌbilāˈdo͞o/ : The French term for a love letter.
A love letter written just for Steve.
A/N: Steve Harrington is literally the daddiest of all daddies. I love him so much I feel like my heart could explode. I also love all of YOU guys so much that my heart could explode.
Warnings: swearing, talks of mental struggles from reader, fluff, and immense proclamation of love for baby hunny Steve.
Steve Harrington,
My perfect dream boy. Happy 21st birthday.
I can’t even begin to fathom how grateful I am for you. I’ve rewritten this letter 4 times already, and I keep running into the same issue. It seems as though there aren’t enough words in the English language to properly explain how much I admire you. I’m no writer, but thank God for the ability to read other people’s writings, because I’m about to poach Fitzgerald’s big fat symbol of love.
You are the green light at the end of my dock - the unwavering embodiment of endless love and hope. You keep me sane, you keep me calm. But most of all, you keep me living.
These last couple of weeks, I’ve been driving Dustin up to Weathertop so he can radio Suzie through the Cerebro without having to use the home phone. Yesterday, he went on and on to her about how your birthday is coming up and that he isn’t quite sure what to get somebody who has given so much of their own life to others. How Steve Harrington is this bad-ass monster hunter that keeps everybody safe. That you’d dive headfirst into any sign of danger and throw the first punch and take the last hit just to shield us from harm. He doesn’t know how to properly gift you something that will probably seem so insignificant in comparison to all that chances you’ve given the rest of us. The chances of taking another breath, of seeing the sun rise again the next day. They were pretty wise words for a 15 year old dingus who still relies on us to drive him around.
On the drive home, I couldn’t stop thinking about how right Dustin was. How do you get somebody as special as you a birthday present? A new Journey record and a signed copy of Bruce Springsteen’s newest CD doesn’t really seem like it could do the notion justice (I hope you love them by the way, Robin and I have been saving up all of our Family Video paychecks for the last 4 months) so I decided to write this letter to you in the hopes that it reminds you just how loved you are. How special and amazing and one of a kind the name Steve Harrington is.
You are our greatest protector. My greatest protector. Forget all of the Demogorgons, the MindFlayers, the unhinged and manic Billy Hargroves of the world. The monsters that I’ve faced throughout this Hawkins madness don’t just come in the form of swirly dust particles or crazy boys with untamed mullets. Instead, they’ve also come in intangible forms. In waves of grief over losing people near and dear to us. Through insecurities about who I am as a person. In past traumas that I’ve been so desperate to break free from. Feelings of not being good enough, of not feeling like I’m worth loving, that I’m not as important as the rest of our group says I am.
And I know you’ve seen what these monsters do to me when the feelings become unbearable. How I get stuck in my own brain, lost in a destructive tornado of frustration and pain, left to drown endlessly in my own sea of thoughts.
Only, I don’t drown. I swim. Because of you.
There is always a hand to pull me out of the deep dark ocean I’ve created for myself. It is firm, it is unwavering. But most importantly, it belongs to you, Steve Harrington.
You make the world so much brighter by just existing, by just being yourself. You are my strength, my comfort, and my sound. You’re a tall glass of lemonade on a hot summer day. A strong shoulder to lean on when I can barely stand. You remind me day after day that I am worth every single ounce of love that you give me.
Getting to love you seems like it would be the biggest privilege in the world, but it’s not. Honestly, it’d take a stupid, blind fucker not to love you. Instead, I think the biggest privilege in the world lies in being loved by you. Do you know what it feels like to be loved by you? I can’t quite describe it because, again, I’m not very good with words, but if I had to sum it up in a simple sentence, it would be this.
Being loved by you feels like a good night’s sleep.
A good night’s sleep is warm and comfortable. It is peaceful, serene, and gentle. It is something to yearn for at the end of every night, and leaves you feeling brand new when you wake up. A good night’s sleep makes you feel refreshed and ready to take on a new day in the morning. It is always needed. It encases you and blocks out the rest of the world.
You are a good night’s sleep Steve. You are warm and comfortable, peaceful, serene, and gentle. I yearn for you every waking moment of the day, from the minute I close my eyes to the second they open. You make me feel refreshed and new. I need you and will always need you. There’s nothing else that matters in the world except for when we are together.
Thank you for choosing me to love. For choosing my ear to whisper sweet nothings into when we’re dancing around the kitchen at 1 in the morning. For choosing my forehead to plant sweet kisses onto - kisses that hold unspoken promises of love and life and happiness. For choosing my hand to hold, not only when times are scary, but when they are calm. For it is your hand that reminds me that I am safe. That I am home.
Those boring American moms always have those stupid inspirational quotes hanging around their kitchens and living rooms talking about how home is where the heart is. When I was a teenager, I used to find these laughable. But after envisioning a lifetime with you, those freaking decorative placards couldn’t be more true.
Home is where the heart is. And my heart is with you, Steve Harrington.
Thank you for being my home.
Thank you for this life.
I am so blessed to love you and to be loved by you. You bring such light into everybody’s lives. I don’t know what I’d do without you.
Happy Birthday my beautiful boy. I love you.
Yours always,
Y/n
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Steve Harrington Fic Recs
𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲! 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 *𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗳𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀* 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 <𝟯
𝗵𝗲𝘆! 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝘅𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀!
𝗺𝗶𝘅 𝟭 𝗺𝗶𝘅 𝟮 𝗺𝗶𝘅 𝟯
pool sex - @eufezco
daddy will clean it up - @ghostlyfleur
steve fluff (req) - @indouloureux
a little bit closer - @ladylannisterxo
but i didn’t bring a bathing suit - @limerence-17
“you we’re outside for one minute, how could you be dying of hypothermia?” (req) - @lovebugism
what about a cute kbd christmas fic (req) - @luveline
what about reader tispy or high (req) - @luveline
this !!!! - @prettybabyyyy
“i like being close to you, you’re warm” (req) - @stevenose
sitting on the other’s lap + kissing tears from the other’s face (req) - @stvharrngton
suck it and see - @taintedcigs
#stevecore - @tired-biscuit
physical touch - @upsidedownwithsteve
dry humping in the beamer - @usedtobecooler
steve trying out new pet names (req) - @yellowharrington
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@stranger-marauders has the best steve harrington series on tumblr (in my opinion) she introduced the oc so perfectly into the original storyline, it feels like Kate is really a part of the show it's amazing ❤️🔥
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