#steve harrington prompt | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

iveseenstrangerthings · 10 months

Text

coming back to you - steve harrington imagine

summary: an exes to lovers imagine in where Steve broke up with the reader over his own worries and has left the reader heartbroken and confused, but of course, where there’s a will, there’s a way...

word count: 2.6k

warnings: just a couple of swears

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Summer was slowly drawing to a close, much to your despair, and the group was ready to disband for the evening. As the countdown for back to school begins, your evenings end quicker as people head home to prepare for the school rush starting again.

You watch as Max and Dustin fold away the camping chairs you’ve all been sitting on, “God this is depressing.” You sigh heavily, willing the night to etch out just that little while longer.

“Please don’t even mention what I think you’re going to, or I will swing you in that pool.” Lucas chips in, getting the hint that school may be snaking its way into the conversation. In defence, you hold your hands up and start to slowly get up from the camping chair, pulling the blanket from your legs and folding it up neatly.

In this moment, you reflect on the summer you’ve had. It’s not been a great one. At the beginning of the summer, yours and Steve’s relationship crumbled away from underneath you so fast you felt you were falling fast towards a hole that you couldn’t recover from. In short, the Steve you knew at the beginning of the summer was not the Steve you had spent the last year and a half with. He was distant, he was cold, he wasn’t willing to make plans and, in all honesty, you weren’t actually shocked when he asked to call it quits. You’d assumed there was someone else, as is usually the case, so you completely cut ties with each other.

Much to the group’s surprise, the pair of you kept coming to the group gatherings, and slowly over the summer started to show signs of your friendship thawing out from the hard layer of ice that had covered it at the start of summer.

It started off as him offering you a lift home, with others, in the car. Then, as the curtain has started to go down on summer, he’s asking you if you want a lift on your own. He’s offering you drinks when you’re all out and he even bought you a meal at the diner last week.

Now, as the group shuffles around quietly packing the chairs and blankets away, you catch his eyes over the dying fire. Quickly, as if embarrassed to be seen, he averts his gaze to the bag he’s covering the folded chair with. You sling the chair over your shoulder and move to the shed in Mike’s yard to put it away, but you feel a soft graze of skin move over your knuckles and you turn around. Behind you, Steve’s waiting. “Need a hand?” He offers.

You shake your head, offering a small smile at the gesture, “Thanks, but I got it.”

Once tidied away, everyone moves around the side of the house to start making their way home and you all wave each other off and give each other a chorus of goodbyes as you split off into different directions. Mike and El slope off back to the house, Mike’s arm draped over El’s shoulders, and you turn away to start walking with a small smile. A hint of jealousy at the pair sitting in your gut, although you hate to admit it.

Just as you start walking, you hear a voice call out from a few feet behind you. “Hey, (y/n)?” You stop and turn ever so slightly, Steve is walking slowly, his hands in his pockets, towards you, “Can I walk you home?”

For a minute you ponder the question. You battle between letting him walk you home and allowing yourself to feel a, probably false, sense of hope for the pair of you rekindling. Or you could just shut him out completely and try your best to keep moving forward.

He waits patiently, his whole demeanour and attitude completely different to that of the one he wore seven weeks ago. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the opportunity you’ve been craving to talk to him, one on one, about his actions and decisions. So, you reply, “Sure, I’d like the company.”

Now that he’s had permission, he closes the gap between the pair of you and starts to walk with you away from Mike’s.

For the first few minutes, it’s quiet. The only sounds those of your shoes on the sidewalk and the gentle breeze shaking the last of the luscious summer leaves on the trees. How you’ll miss the gorgeous colours once the season changes.

Just as you’re getting used to the silence, Steve speaks. “Summer’s gone by quick this year, huh?”

You nod quietly back, “Sure has.”

For a moment, you regret allowing him to walk you home. If this is what your walk is going to consist of, awkward small talk and silences, you’d rather have walked alone. A flit of anger surges through you like an electric shock and you shudder almost at its imaginary presence. The urge has almost willed you on to start up a new conversation with Steve.

“What happened with us, Steve?” Your voice is small but firm, you want to have this conversation now and you want some answers. His silence has been overbearing for too long now. “Was there someone else? Is there someone else?”

He ponders a moment, watching as the sun dips off even further into the horizon, “No. There never has been anyone else.” He matches your firmness, and you hope he hasn’t taken your question for hostility, when all you want is clarity.

“So, what was it then?” You reply.

Again, he waits a moment before replying and you begin to think he’s doing it for dramatic effect, “I just look at you and see so much potential. I mean academic and personal potential. (y/n), you’re gonna go on to do amazing things, change the world and what not,” he pauses, and you briefly look towards him, smiling at the joke you used to share, “I want you to get out of Hawkins. I want you to explore the world and all the opportunities that I know are out there waiting for you.” You frown, trying to work out what any of this has to do with the pair of you splitting up. He continues, “But me,” he stops, but this time not for dramatic effect, you can hear the emotion that’s become thick within his voice, “I don’t feel I have that same future. I mean, what have I got? Shit grades, I sling fuckin’ ice cream on the side and my parents are assholes who don’t want to support anything I do.”

Gradually, the pace the pair of you are walking has slowed right down to almost a gentle stroll, as you would in a museum, taking the time to admire all the artwork in a slow rotation. “Steve, what job you have now doesn’t define what you’re gonna do for the rest of your life.”

“No, you don’t get my point. We have one year left of high school, then it’s college.” You really don’t know where this is going, but you listen on intently, “I know you changed your option for college last minute, your mom told me.” You drop your gaze now to your shoes, ashamed.

Admittedly, you had applied to go away for college, you wanted to move away and see more of the country you call home. Plus, with everything that’s happened in Hawkins recently, you can’t see Hawkins actually being here, at all, in the next few years. However, the closer you got to Steve and the more your relationship developed, the more you didn’t want to leave him. So, you changed your college application to a local one, without his knowledge. It was for this reason that you didn’t want to tell him until closer to the time.

“You changed your admission application for me. I know you did.” His voice shakes now as he continues, “and I cannot let you do that. I cannot let myself hold you back from the amazing things I know you’re capable of achieving. That’s when I started to think, I’m just going to hold you back. I’m just going to be a burden for you, I’ll be one of those boyfriends who their girlfriend’s friends complain about. I just felt I couldn’t sit back and let you change your options just for me. I’m not worth it. I just got angry at myself, and angry that you kept your college change from me, so I snapped and ended it.”

Holy shit. Never in the years of knowing Steve have you ever had such a true and vulnerable conversation with him. Never has he spoken to truthfully and openly about his feelings. This has only reignited the kindling flame of your love for him that had never really died out. “Steve, why didn’t you ever tell me any of this?” Your voice comes out exasperated, tired.

He simply shrugs and offers no verbal answer. You take a minute to piece together your reply, you want to organise your words carefully, not haphazardly. “I couldn’t care less about what you do now, whether it’s selling ice cream or what, Steve, for our age, a job is a job. But you have prospects too, I know you do. You can sit there all you like and say your grades are shit and that your parents are assholes, but I know that you have goals, and that you have dreams, that are just as bold, and achievable, as mine.”

The pace of your walking has now pretty much come to a complete stop, so you turn to face him side on, his side profile just as striking as you remember admiring months ago. “Steve.” You say softly, taking his hand in yours. Eventually, he turns to face you and his eyes are glossy, glass like. Blood soars in your ears as it drowns out any other noise that is in the vicinity. It feels like it’s just the two of you left in the world, nobody else matters. “I want to achieve them with you. I want to do all those things we talked about with you. I want to make you see that your future is not already written for you. Seriously Steve, you have it all ahead of you to look forward to. And I want to experience all of life’s ups and downs with you, not on my own, not with anyone else. You need someone to show you how much of an amazing person you are, because hell you don’t get it from anyone else.” You know that was a low blow, a dig at his parents, but it needed to be said.

“I can’t let you change your life just for me, though.” He says quietly.

“And I wouldn’t. We would take things on together, if it meant going long-distance for a few years then figuring out our plans after that, then so be it, we would get through it Steve.” You don’t know whether you’re just coming across as that you’re begging, and you don’t want to seem needy, but the floodgates are open, and the forces are too strong to shut them anytime soon.

With your hand still in his, he brings his other hand up to your cheek, brushing his fingertips over your skin delicately. Just like he used to. You watch as his eyes search your own, his pupils dilating slightly, causing an eruption of butterflies to set off in your stomach. The seconds pass nonchalantly, enjoyably, as you take the time to gaze and search each other’s features for the first time in months, taking in every detail and every crevice that you missed.

You hadn’t realised, but tears had started to spill over onto his cheeks. You absentmindedly bring your thumb up to wipe them away. As you do this, your own vision goes cloudy and you know in a second, there will be tears of your own decorating your face. “I have missed you so much.” He admits, now letting your other hand go and bringing it to the side of your face. “I have thought about you day and night, just trying to figure it all out. But I realised that I’d made a huge mistake, letting you go.” His thumb continues to gently trace your cheeks, carefully wiping away each falling tear.

“I never, ever thought of you as being a burden, Steve. Never. I hate that you felt like that, and you didn’t just tell me. We wouldn’t have had to go through this.” A small, short sob escapes your lips and the corners of your mouth turn down slightly.

“I know, I know.” He says softly, almost inaudibly. It’s evident he’s spent the last few months beating himself up, going over the decision, thinking about it all and quite simply catastrophising everything when he really didn’t need to. Inch by inch throughout the conversation, your faces have moved closer. “Everything I’ve said, I feel so deeply, and I worry that it’s true, but selfishly I just want you back.”

Steadily, your tears stem and you nod, feeling his secure grip on your cheeks, “I do too. I’ve never wanted anything more.”

Before either of you realise, you close the small gap between the pair of you with your lips. A salty taste enters your mouth as you realise tears are staining your lips, whose tears they are you don’t know, but it seems irrelevant now anyway. Like you’d never been apart, your lips find their natural rhythm you shared so enjoyably, and you bask in this moment. Feeling his hands on your face pull you even closer, you place your hand on his wrist and the other slips in between his jacket, leaving your hand resting on his side. As you pull away, you finally see the smile you fell in love with adorn his face, causing your own to bloom widely.

“Can we try again? Can we go conquer the world together?” He laughs slightly as he speaks and your heart is thundering in your chest, all in happiness, though.

Your smile still paints your face, and you bring your lips up to meet his once more, quickly. “I would want nothing more.”

Still standing close to one other, he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before bringing his fingers back down, tracing the side of your jaw with his fingertips before finally resting his thumb on your chin where he slightly drags your bottom lip down as he does so. He does this as he knows how it makes you feel, he knows you’ll feel the heat rising within you as he does so. After parting your lips, he comes back down and kisses you with pent up passion and just pure longing. If you were in a movie, you just know fireworks would explode behind you and the credits would start to roll in, the feeling of a happy ending leaving everyone teary eyed and satisfied.

Eventually, you both pull away and start to resume the pace of walking side-by-side, this time with each other’s hand resting comfortably within one another’s grip. “Would you stay with me tonight?” He asks into the now night air, the sun having long gone down.

You give his hand a small squeeze, thinking he’d never ask. But also, grateful for the question, as you really felt you’d never hear the words again. “Of course I will.”

And so, the pair of you wander aimlessly back to Steve’s, in no rush whatsoever, catching up with each other and sharing each other’s lows over the last few months of being apart. Deep down, Steve knows that the pair of you will work. He knows that you’ll change your college application, you’ll do long distance and make it work. He’s also decided that he’s going to investigate college now, too. He’s going to look into his options and do his very best to prove himself, and his worries, wrong, knowing he will have you there every step of the way.

#masterlist #stranger things prompts #stranger things imagine #stranger things blurbs #stranger things preferences #stranger things imagines #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve Harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington prompt #steve harrington fic #steve harrington comfort #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble

186 notes · View notes

ghosttotheparty · 11 months

Text

ok i have an idea but i don't feel like writing the whole thing as an actual fic so here's me talking ab famous!steddie

modern au where post upside down/saving the world eddie and corroded coffin gain popularity in the metal scene bc of eddies dropped murder charges and everything

steve and robin start making music too but it starts as just a way to make extra money; they play at local bars and cafes after leaving hawkins; steve writes songs and robin picks up piano and guitar p quickly (i assume w how good she is w languages shed be good w instruments too) but after a while she wants to stop when she gets a job so steve learns guitar himself and he keeps playing by himself

they both get big but they're in such different scenes (eddie is metal obv but steve is more like noah kahan midwestern loneliness vibes) that no one knows that they know each other but there's a consistent thing where ppl compare their lyrics and how similar they are

theres even a game ppl play on tik tok where they read some lyrics and ppl have to guess whose music its from (ppl know that eddie is the songwriter for cc and that steve writes his own music); their music both follow themes ab like mortality and lost faith and like kinda fantasy ish stuff (heroes and villains etc)

its not until theyre both present at some award show that ppl start wondering if they know each other; steve is being interviewed on the red carpet whatever but eddie walks by behind him and they both get kinda distracted watching each other pass bc they haven't seen each other in years and steve has to have the interviewer repeat the question; the clip of them looking at each other goes viral and ppl are speculating ab how their expressions change when they see each other (eddie almost smiles and his eyes widen a little, and steves lips part and he fully loses his train of thought until eddie is out of sight)

(and maybe steve wins something and someone catches eddie in the crowd just gazing at him w very wide eyes and a soft smile that looks almost fond)

and then a tik tok goes viral where some girl named madison hagan says she found her dads old high school yearbook and would you believe that eddie munson and steve harrington both went to hawkins high school and they were only a year apart and oh my god they totally recognized each other at that award show holy shit--

#someone write this i beg #i have too many wips to do it myself but i might write a snippet just to write some song lyrics #like maybe a tik tok of some kids playing that guessing game #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson prompt #steve harrington prompt #stranger things #stranger things prompts #steddie prompt #famous!steddie

276 notes · View notes

limerence-17 · 2 years

Text

BUT I DIDN'T BRING A BATHING SUIT

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

not intended for minors. do NOT read if you are not 18+!

–pairing: !fem reader x steve harrington

–word count: 3.4k words

–summary: after carol and tommy ditch you at steve's house while drunk, steve and you decide to go swimming instead of small talk...

–warnings: NSFW, mutual masturbation (m receiving and f receiving,) p in v sex unprotected (don't do this kids,) fingering, handjobs, kissing/ making out, smoking, drinking, swearing

A/N: this is so shameless, literally just pure filth there's basically no storyline so have fun lmao.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

it wasn't your idea to go to steve's, especially since you couldn't stand the guy and his cockiness and stuck-up attitude. you never admitted it to your friend carol but you were starting to hate her too. ever since she started dating that tool tommy in grade 11 she was starting to become so distant, and you hated to say it but a shitty friend too, always putting you second and talking behind your back.

you didn't know steve very well besides tutoring a couple of times last year, but from what you could tell about the king of hawkins high there was not much to him besides being a douchebag, sleeping around the school and being well known as the high school playboy. carol said that he was good for a party and had a huge house which they could benefit from since his parents were always out of town, and always had extra beers lying around.

it was a friday night, around 11pm and you'd only had one beer as you lounged at the side of his pool. you were sitting, slouching slightly feeling less uptight and awkward with the warmth of the alcohol running through your bloodstream. you crossed your legs tightly, feeling your thighs press together in your light denim short shorts. you were wearing a lavender knit sweater and your hair was down, blowing in the wind slightly from the cool september breeze.

beside you sat tommy and carol, although you wouldn't even call it that because it was basically just carol straddling tommy from the back. they were both obnoxiously cackling and were clearly far more intoxicated than you were and you could feel your social battery starting to drain.

"hey steveee," carol whined in a question-like tone. tommy giggled from behind her and had his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. you couldn't help but roll your eyes slightly at the sight of them.

"ok- you know what, if you're gonna beg if you can use my bedroom then god no- you can use the guest one just... clean up your mess... you two are foul sometimes," steve says rolling his eyes and taking another swig from his can of beer.

"i fucking love you man!" tommy shouts, grunting a bit while picking up carol while holding her waist. carol starts giggling as tommy carries her bridal style inside. they're both so loud and carry the conversation so often that you don't even realize how quiet it gets now that you're alone with steve sitting by the pool. there's the distant laughing of carol and tommy in the background as the screen door closes behind them.

it's quiet now. all you can hear is the bubbling from the pool and the sounds of the jets humming softly. there are crickets in the back forest behind the pool, and you feel self-conscious suddenly, shifting your legs so that your thighs are pressed tighter together now.

steve leans over to the white table beside his lawn chair, grabbing the pack of cigarettes that rests there.

"sorry about carol and tommy, they can get like that sometimes- especially when there's drinking involved y'know?" steve says, although it doesn't really feel like a question. he grabs a lighter from his pocket, lighting the cigarette quickly and breathing in a puff of smoke. as he exhales, he turns to make eye contact with you. you're not sure what it is, whether the moonlight or perhaps your nature of being oblivious to these things but steve looked good. more than good, he looked pretty with his dark brown doe-eyes and bouncy hair.

"honestly carol's been like this for a while, being a third wheel is my second nature at this rate," you says, crossing your arms, leaning back a bit onto the chair.

steve sucks in another puff, and on the exhale he speaks up.

"i hope you know that just because they're not hanging with us right now doesn't mean we can't talk or something- i know we don't really hang out much but i don't want you to go to sleep already just because they're a couple of horny kids," steve says.

you can't help but wonder if he hadn't already had two beers and if would he be this talkative.

"really?" you ask, it sounds kind of funny as the words leave your mouth, like a silly joke. steve could barely even remember your name, let alone give you the time of day. you only really spent time with him because of tommy.

"you say that like it's shocking or something," steve says laughing and you realize how perplexed you came across with that question.

"i don't know... sorry, i guess it's just weird- i wouldn't expect you to be nice to me," you say. it's true now that you think about it. steve ignores you majority of the time you're with tommy and carol and ignores you completely when it's just you at school.

"what are you talking about? why wouldn't i be nice to you?" he asks. he seems genuinely confused by this.

"well you're not exactly mr. talkative when we're all hanging out, especially towards me," you say sarcastically, raising your eyebrows.

"look i know we're not super close or anything but i think i just don't know how to talk to you. it's weird i can't explain it that good with words but you're one of the only people who i feel speechless around, it's like you make me nervous or something," he says practically with one breath.

"are you being serious right now?"

"yeah i mean when we were studying and you were helping me out i- i don't know it's like i want us to get along so badly but i need a way for us to talk to each other," he says eagerly, running a hand through his brown locks.

"talk to each other?" you ask.

"it's just- i don't want anything to be weird between us." steve starts, pursing his lips as he focuses on his next words carefully.

"y'know with tommy being my best friend and carol being yours and all, we should be able to hang out by ourselves too. we shouldn't need them here for us to get along," steve admits.

steve sits up now, paying more attentively to you, he places one hand on his thigh, he's got his middle and ring finger drawing circles around his right knee. you can't tell if it's on purpose or not but either way the sight of it gives you butterflies in your stomach.

"oh i don't know steve, i'm not really in the mood for talking right now," you say, meaning it a lot more innocent than it comes across as.

steve's eyes go wide and you can tell he's taken it in a dirty way. the poor boy, so dirty-minded.

"hey! not that way! you're such a teenager steve harrington," you joke laughing softly, avoiding eye contact with him.

"ok good cause i was starting to think i was about to have another tommy and carol situation on my hands," he jokes, taking one last puff from his cigarette and putting it beside him on the table into the ashtray. once the laughter to ease the awkward small-talk dies down, steve jumps in again.

"so i know you don't wanna talk and that's totally cool i get it, but does that mean we can't at least go for a swim?" steve proposes.

you shrug awkwardly, leaning back a bit more onto the lawn chair. "sure but i didn't bring a swimsuit steve," you say, scoffing a bit thinking the conversation is about to die, but to your surprise steve perks up.

"oh fuck swimsuits! who gives a shit? just jump in!" steve exclaims. his nature is calming and charming and you can feel yourself easing into his charisma for the first time in all your months of spending time with him. you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say to that.

"in my clothes?" you ask, it sounds a little silly.

"oh-yeah! yeah clothes for sure," he says, although he sounds unsure of his answer.

"i'm not swimming in my clothes steve do you know how uncomfortable that would be," you say, the thought making your skin crawl.

"ok yeah that's fine, i just thought it would've been more fun than tal-" steve starts but you cut him off.

"i'll just take them off," you say innocently, your lips pouted slightly almost looking at him for confirmation. steve's eyebrows go higher and his eyes widen. he looks hungry now, and a little turned on.

"y-you're gonna take off your clothes?" he asks, a little dumbfounded, looking at your more intently now.

"only if you do too harrington, this was your idea after all," you say, smirking.

"ah! ah! swimming was my idea, a drunken skinny dip was all you," he says, raising his voice in a joking manner. you stand up, whipping off your sweater without a second thought. you've got a black underwire bra on, perking your nipples up from the cool breeze you feel against your upper body, giving your goosebumps.

steve looks too stunned to say anything, his mouth drops a bit and he's glaring at you with intensity, desperation now. you're clearly teasing him now, pulling your shorts down revealing your lace sage green underwear. you place one arm over the other, feeling slightly self-conscious.

"holy shit you look-" steve starts, but you don't let him finish.

"it's your turn now steve, don't get too excited," you say, gesturing to him and he obliges quickly, standing up flustered unbuckling his pants and pulling them down revealing his boxers. he then pulls his dark long sleeve over his head. your eyes trickle across his body, his toned thighs and puffed-out chest and large arms. you're not sure what's come across you but all you can think about is steve's chest and torso pressed against you.

"you jump in first!" you say, giggling.

"what?! oh screw that it was not my idea to strip, you go!" steve exclaims.

"no way, you!" you fight back, only for steve to roll his eyes and make his way towards you, he picks you up suddenly and now you're kicking between fearful laughs.

"steve, you ass! put me down c'mon!" you say, hitting his arms, but he's too strong.

"i'll meet you in there!" he shouts and throws you into the pool. the water is freezing and wakes you up like a cold shower and you brush your hair back with your hand, sputtering, coughing out water. luckily the pool is within standing distance, so it's not too much of a shock from where you are. steve jumps in following you and comes out of the water, shaking his head in a dog-like way, rubbing his nose with his thumb and pointer finger.

he swims over to you slowly, it's then when you realize he threw you into the pool so hard that the force made your necklace unclip. "shit," you say, grabbing it from the bottom.

"what is it?" steve asks.

"my necklace, it unclipped, shit would you mind?" you ask, giving it to steve and turning around and he obliges, clipping it back on. he hands trace slowly over your back and it's eerily quiet between the two of you.

"steve..." you start, although you're unsure what to say after that, all you know is you can feel his hot breath against the back of your neck and the feeling of the pool mixed with his hands against your back is surreal.

"say it," he says, which throws you off guard. it's almost as if he was thinking the same things you were.

"tell me what you want," he says, clipping your necklace on and you turn around to face him, his eyes meeting yours. you softly put your arms around his neck.

"steve- i want you," you say in a whisper, too embarrassed to be admitting something like that. it was like suddenly your thoughts were speaking out loud because an hour ago you would have never admitted anything like that.

"want me to what? you don't have to always use words, especially if you're not in the mood for talking," he says, making you laugh shyly.

"i want you to kiss me," you say, grasping a bit of his hair from the back of his head for entrance and he obliges, leaning in and kissing you hard. he's not gentle at first, he seems hungry for this- like he's thought about this before, about kissing you, tasting you.

"do you even know how beautiful you are?" steve asks looking at you as if he's dumbfounded by your beauty, his voice deep now which causes your stomach to jump and you feel your cheeks go red, you've never been this vocal but there's just something about steve harrington that calms you down.

he grips his hands on your cheeks and presses in against your lips, moving at a slow pace matching your breaths in between his slow kisses which are longing and you hear him moan as you bite his lip softly as he pulls away.

"steve wait-" you say and he pulls away quickly, removing his hands from your cheeks.

"what is it? what am i hurting you? do you wanna stop?" he asks, reading your eyes and expressions to make sure he's done nothing to make you uncomfortable.

"no no it's not that," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck to meet his eyes once again and you can feel him start to relax again into you.

"i just wanna- i wanna go all the way," you say, feeling awkward putting it in words, but you want him to know your intentions.

"oh," steve says. he looks at you and you've started to bite your lip gently. the site of steve is too much to not drive you wild and you can't lie that you haven't thought about him this way before.

"oh," he says, his eyelids closing a bit in lust as he brushes your hair behind your ear.

"you sure?" he asks and you nod quickly. "i've never been so sure about anything until now." that's all he needs to hear and with that, he picks you up in the pool, and you grip your hands around his waist as he cups your ass. steve's tongue enters your mouth and you gladly accept it with yours.

you two are now on the side of the pool. the moonlight is against the pool and there's a shimmering light of the water in the pool, and there's some fog surrounding the pool.

"do you think tommy h and car- you asks, breathless between kisses and steve has begun to kiss down your neck now, planting his soft lips down your neck and you can barely get words out from the pleasure you're now encompassed with from head to toe.

"i doubt it but who gives a fuck, let them watch if they want i don't care. all i know is i need to feel you," steve says sounding so sure and immersed in your sex. you can't help but blush and try and look down but he puts his finger under your chin and props your head back up to meet his eyes.

he traces his hands across your waist and you tug on his hair, propping your hips slightly against him and you can feel the bulge building in his pants. the two of you are at the side of the pool and he looks down at you with hungry eyes.

you feel his hand move from your waist down onto your panties and you feel his hand grasp your pussy and you grip his hair tighter, your tongues dancing as you let out raspy gasps and exhales between kisses.

"is this ok? how i'm touching you over your panties?" he asks, his voice shaky from the lack of oxygen from how forceful and constant your kisses have remained.

"yes- god, yes just-" you say, unsure of how to even gather your thoughts with how much pleasure you feel at just the feeling of his hand over your sex.

"would it be ok if i moved them over to the side?" he asks and you oblige, feeling his fingers circle and lap at your clit suddenly and you can't help but scratch his neck gently and slowly at the feeling.

he looks at you and you can't but feel your heart flutter. his lust-filled eyes are on you for a split second and you inhale right before you feel his two fingers insert into your slit you let out a moan, but you can't help it.

"oh yeah, baby? you like steve's fingers inside you? you like it when steve fucks you with his fingers?" he asks, his eyes remaining intently on you.

"mm- fuck yes," you croak out.

steve's finger inside you starting to pump slowly drives you fucking insane. feeling needy and in desperate need of support, of anything you reach into his boxers with your right hand. your left hand still scratching his neck for support of his now two fingers pumping into you.

you reach for his cock, pulling it out. god, he's so big, you think. i fucking i knew it, you think again.

you start to pump him up and down slowly, watching his expression now for his reaction. he's letting out grateful moans and is flustered but doesn't stop his pace with his fingers inside you.

the two of you focus intently on each other, reading each other's expressions, moaning loudly and screaming out explicit until eventually the two of you cum. you're both shaking, scratching at each other begging for a come down until you have it.

in between shaky breaths, the two of you pull your hands away and lean in for another kiss. after a moment, steve pulls away and pulls your panties down.

"you too sensitive for me now?" he asks. you nod and he looks down at you, at your tits.

"but i still need you," you beg.

"god you're so fucking sexy when you say shit like that," steve says. "you know i'm not done with you yet baby," he says, grabbing at his dick and spreading your legs apart slightly with his hands.

he hasn't put his dick in you, no not yet that would be too soon. but he's slowly tracing the tip across your slit, slowly and gently and you can already tell you wet you are from cumming before. he's teasing you and it's driving you fucking insane.

"i need you steve."

"no. you're gonna need to you better than that," he says sternly.

"just fucking fuck me already, i need your dick inside me steve please!" you shout, your hands around his neck once more.

"awe you're fucking dripping for me, let me put it in in slowly for you babe," he says, slowly inserting himself into you. you let out soft shrieks and grip tightly onto him and he moans slowly.

"you like how i feel in you? uh-huh?" he says, starting to gradually pick up his pace once he's gotten himself in you on a good angle and you nod. words can't come out of you, not right now when the feeling is too incredible.

steve's pace quickens and your hands find your way onto his back and scratch him up and down, definitely leaving marks. he's starting to move quicker and harder and deeper into you and the sounds the two of you are making are unbelievable.

"god look at how good you're taking me, taking my dick all the way in you. good girl," steve says, thrusting harder and quicker.

after a couple of minutes, you hear him go as quick as he can and the two of you are shouting extremities of fuck and jesus christ and you gonna cum? until eventually steve does, releasing himself into you. and you can't help but grab at his ass as he does.

"ah fuck!" steve says, grunting and groaning as he falls onto your shoulder, exhausted as you feel his hot and heavy breath exhaling against you and you run your hands through his hair as he pulls out of you.

steve laughs slyly to himself, breathing out.

"ah shit," he says, looking back at you smirking. you're looking at the stairs to the pool now and he notices.

"let's go."

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington prompt #joe keery #smut #stranger things smut #stranger things imagine #stranger things 4 #st4

592 notes · View notes

malibuhabits · 6 months

Text

I heard of the headcanon that Hopper had an affair with Steve’s mom when they were young and is actually his real dad, and this was all I could think about….

like those are Steve’s parents, c’mon nowwwwww

#steve harrington #steve harrington brainrot #bi steve harrington #steve harrington prompt #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington my beloved #jim hopper #steve and hopper #steve hopper #stranger things #steddie #steddie brainrot

54 notes · View notes

inkluvs · 10 months

Note

Sorry about that! would a sunshine x grumpy trope be okay...?

Alstroemeria - going to an event that the other person in interested in just to see them happy - with Steve Harrington or Sirius Black?

could be worse

hi omg i'm so sorry i think i took this the wrong way? i made steve sunshine instead of r LMAO i hope u like this anyways <3 tw: uhh r is kinda anxious? this is really just me projecting <3 (0.5k)

steve harrington x fem! reader

masterlist // taglist

Steve is smiling, pretty rose-colored lips twisted at the corners as he spotted you from across the room. You were tired, and you bet you looked it, too, from the way he frowned as he got closer to you. He’d been invited to a charity event, one of which you couldn’t particularly remember the name of, and you’d offered to join him against your better judgment.

You’d reasoned with yourself that seeing Steve happy, in the end, would be more important than any amount of dread you racked up from past experiences at similar events. He, however, disagreed, triple checking on whether you were sure you wanted to come, then reminding you that the two of you could leave whenever, whenever being now.

His hand brushed against yours, and warmth blossomed in the center of your chest as he pulled you to a corner. “You alright?”

“Could be worse,” you smiled, “you?”

He mirrored your expression, tilting his head like a curious cat before replying, “‘M not joking, honey. You look like you’d rather be anywhere else.”

“I’m here for you, Steve,” his cheeks flushed a rosy pink at that, “don’t wanna be anywhere else.” You leaned back onto the wall, one foot against it with your back pressed flush against the brick, and he did the same, one leg in front of the other as he pressed the side of his torso into the rough material. The top button of his dress shirt was undone, and a bit of his hair peeked through, decorating the freckled planes of his chest.

“Like what you see?” he murmured, cheeks splitting in a grin. You slapped his bicep, and he pouted promptly, pulling a fit of giggles from the base of your throat.

“Was gonna offer to fix that, but if you don’t want me to,” you trailed off. There was nothing that needed fixing, really, but you’d take any excuse to touch him. Any reason to ground yourself, and he knew that. So, he let you.

It was all warm brushes of your skin against his and heated breath as you took much too long to take hold of both sides of the fabric. He didn’t mention it, of course, instead admiring the way you focused on him, admiring the way you were enamored with him, even. Once you’d finally slipped the button in place, you smoothed the fabric off.

Any excuse to touch him, you repeated to yourself. And he leaned into you, stubbled chin poking the crown of your head as it rested on top of you, like a reminder that he's always there, that you're never too much. He was hugging you, and for a few seconds, you stood there like you always did, unsure of what to do with your arms, but then you melted into it.

He'd decided a while ago that if he accomplished one thing, it'd be getting you used to his affections. It'd be convincing you you were worth it, and every day he got closer, and every day Steve pulled away after any form of physical contact with a dopey grin adorning his mouth, and you could never quite figure out why.

"We'll leave in 10, 'kay? Want some time with my girl."

86 notes · View notes

elioslover · 10 months

Text

Employee of the Month -2-

EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH -2- [Inside] - Steve Harrington x reader

PREMISE: Steve and Robin find themselves the newest employees of Family Video- a place you are well acquainted with. With a strange history and a chance to win employee of the month at stake, your Summer is turning out to be more than you bargained for. [enemies to lovers.]

WARNINGS: n/a. (use of Y/n).

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

Pt 1 [inside] Other Writing (harry styles)

🎞️🎞️🎞️

Glaring down at the time-stamped to the bottom corner of the computer screen, you sighed at the conclusion that Steve was going to continue aimlessly stacking video boxes every which way, completely out of alphabetical order, some covers evidently upside down.

A tiny part of you tried desperately to ignore such obnoxious behaviour, assured that it was not your problem to resolve.

But a greater part of you- one that was itching with such irritation- had you sliding out of your seat, converse strutting across the room straight to where Steve, clearly zoned out, was currently placing yet another video in the wrong section.

He heard you coming, prepared for when you came to a halt, video still in his hand as his head tilted to see you better.

A darling frown settling between your brows, arms folded across your chest, you gestured to the dwindling pile of boxes he had tucked neatly between his forearm and ribcage.

Steve looked at you sweetly, studying the soft shadows of your lashes dancing across the apples of your cheeks.

“Start over.” You chided.

He glanced between you and the shelf before him, finally acknowledging that his laziness had not gone unnoticed.

And whilst Robin was sure to let him get away with doing a half-assed job, scolding him at most, it was becoming rather evident that his newest co-worker was unlikely to do the same.

Steve just couldn’t understand how anyone could take this job so seriously. It was perplexing that someone his age could be so stern and lacking such leniency. It annoyed him as much as it seemed to annoy you.

“Only if you ask me nicely.” He mused, revelling in the dangerous discontent that swallowed your features, eyes squinting with incredulity. Steve thought you looked rather cute like this.

“Seriously?” you were still awed by his audacity.

Steve reached out and arbitrarily dropped a video box on the nearest shelf, loving the look of astonishment swallowing you whole- threatening to send steam spewing from your nostrils. Why did the sight of you so hot and bothered to fascinate him so?

“It’s important to be polite, darling.”

You inched closer, palms itching, skin tingling at his tormenting tone, and you didn’t stop until you slotted yourself into the space between the shelf and Steve.

Your chest was nearing his own, and Steve swears he feels a current of electricity sparking between the crevasses of your bodies.

You have to crane your neck to show him your whole face, putting on your doey-est eyes, bottom lip jutting out in innocence,

“Please screw your head on straight and re-stack these boxes.”

He can’t defy gravity as his head dips down toward your own, leaning closer- desperate to deepen this electrocution, to char and re-charge his nervous system.

“C’mon Bossy, I think we both know you can do better than that.”

You can smell all of him now; warm musk, clinical hairspray, and something so sweet and alluring you can only assume it's Steve himself.

Pressing up onto your tippy toes, fingers gradually grazing up his torso until your palm flattens gently across his chest, you ensure your lips are aimed directly at the bottom of his earlobe, and Steve’s body involuntarily leans further into your trap, breath hitching behind his tongue,

“Sweet, sweet, Steve. Shut up, and start stacking.”

Your hand, still firmly on his chest, gently pushes, and he stumbles back, leaving just enough space for you to slip out from your spot between the shelf, assuring he would grow to loathe the distance between you.

With a look of newfound intrigue, Steve's eyes widened, and you hoped that he would get a taste of his own medicine- perhaps his blood would boil like your own, even a quarter of the amount would do. But, to your dismay, his face morphed back into one of amusement- perhaps a tad enticed as he bounced back, taking a step forward to remove the space you had attempted to create.

His lids lowered, eyes flickering under the fluorescent lighting, a cheeky grin sweeping across his cheeks, doubling with delight.

He looks you over once more, lingering on your mouth- your bottom lip a hostage to your front teeth- before raising his free hand up to his forehead,

“Yes ma’am.” he salutes, and you scoff- mostly at the way your stomach warped at his words.

Looking up at him now, you can see his freckles with ease, how effortlessly they scattered across his nose, and his cheeks. He was beautiful, you thought- perhaps that word didn’t begin to describe him.

Before you lost your mind completely, threatening to get lost in the entirety of Steve Harrington, you slipped out from between his chest and the shelves, turning swiftly on your heels, not stopping for even a moment- not to confirm his gaze trailing after you, nor to return to your wooden stool- as you huff your way to the back room, face pressing into your palms, groaning so loud it wouldn’t be a surprise if he heard you.

🎞️🎞️🎞️

Steve was back at it, stacking like he had all the time in the world. Though, it seemed he was now putting them right side up. Leaning against the counter, you didn’t notice Robin as she crept up, joining and mimicking your stance.

You stayed that way for a moment, brows furrowed as you patiently waited for Steve to screw up again.

Robin watched you watching Steve, amused at the discomfort he caused without so much as opening his mouth,

“You’re gonna burn a hole through his head.” She warned.

“I’m trying.”

“Let me help then.” Robin put on her sternest face, hoping to be of assistance.

You broke out into a small smile, enjoyed the way it felt, and you leaned over and playfully shoved her balanced elbow.

But gratefulness for Robin’s presence aside, having Steve here day in and day out was an increasing concern, so you sighed out and practically whined,

“He’s gonna be the death of me Robs.” As an afterthought, you turned your attention to her, discarding the disappointment you had for Steve,

“You know you’re losing ‘soulmate’ points by being friends with him.”

“I’ll ditch him!” Robin jumped at the thought, though you were both well aware that she could be friends with Satan and you would still want to be around her.

With that in mind, it was time to find out more about the supposed ‘allure’ of Steve Harrington.

“So, he’s really different than in high school?”

“I didn’t know him then. But for what it's worth, he has a big heart.” she admits earnestly,

“Big head, more like.” you scoffed.

“That too… but for some bizarre reason, I’ve grown rather fond of him.” Robin is comforted by the numerous times Steve had proved his love and loyalty. Too many to count now.

“Hmph.”

“Trust me, he’s not so bad.” she bumps her shoulder into your own.

You think it over a tad longer, the desire to believe Robin is somehow stronger than your weariness of Steve.

“Well, Buckley, I suppose I have no reason to doubt you.”

“Soulmate points?” Robin’s eyes widened with hope.

“Two- three if it weren’t for Harrington.” you tease.

“I can make up for that.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know this local band, Corroded Coffin? I got an extra ticket and I thought by now I would have managed to find someone to go with.” Robin asks hopefully, suddenly regretting going so full throttle after less than a week on the job.

“I love them! I’m actually friends with the guitarist!”

“No way! I’m so relieved. I was hoping at least you had heard of them, but this just gets better and better.” Robin feels the small hole in her heart promising to be filled,

“I have this t-shirt I made when I was fourteen and even angstier than I am now-”

“-Can't imagine.” you winked with a nudge,

“Shush. I cut the shirt up and painted the whole back with this like dragon dripping blood, and I feel it would be a real ‘screw you' to past-Robin if I didn’t wear it.”

She was hardly finished speaking when both of you were both gifted the pleasure of witnessing Steve- attempting to be sneaky- slipping past the shelves and walking straight out the front door, his head held high as the little bell sealed his exit.

“You see!” you turned to Robin, who looked as awestruck as you felt,

“Well, I can't defend that one...” defeat apparent as Steve rounded a corner and headed off to only god knows where.

“I’ll stop by the Gap on my way home and buy a plain tee. You can come over earlier and we can decorate it together… if you’d like?”

You would deal with him in a moment, far too caught up in your sudden weekend plans.

Heart gushing with an unfamiliar giddiness, already counting the seconds 'till Friday. So, you pressed on,

“I’d love that! Write your address down.” Robin gathered a stray pen and pink sticky note for your convenience,

“You’re the only good thing about this Summer.” you sighed, scrawling out the last letters of your street name before handing it back to Robin and beginning the process of packing your things for home time.

Trying your best to meander, collecting your sweater, a copy of The Birds you had put aside earlier, and even after fiddling with your keychain for a good moment, Steve had yet to return- but your frustration certainly had.

Saying your final goodbyes to Robin, you wished it was easier to put aside all of this nonsense and get on with life, but you knew where you were headed, and Robin did too, calling out,

“Say hi to Steve for me!” over your shoulder, to which you merely grunted and tossed a middle finger her direction.

Your plan was simple enough: head to the Gap, get the shirt, get out of here… maybe bump into Steve and give him a good scolding. As luck would have it, he was easy to spot, leaning against a bannister- not alone.

The girl talking to Steve was pretty- something that surprisingly stung- and she seemed keen on hearing whatever it was he was so enigmatically explaining.

The audacity of this man is seemingly ever-growing. Blatantly disrespecting you and your time- wasting it just like he had in high school.

You weren't standing for it any longer, not when Steve seemed to think blowing off his shift for a girl was worth the fury you were ready to unleash.

Head starting to ache, desperately seeking release as you stopped behind Steve, his thin blue sweater clinging to the muscles of his back...air! You need air!

Your legs were moving fast- your thoughts were faster. Entangled wires of displeasure, green cords carrying currents of anger and... jealousy? tangling and wrapping itself around your sanity, squeezes tightening at the thought of caring for Steve Harrington, suffocating you.

Simultaneously clearing your throat and tapping his shoulder, Steve snapped right around as if spat at by a cobra, eyes wider than ever, enticed by the impatience that had settled across your features.

Neither of you took immediate notice of the girl accompanying him.

"Excuse me," you finally addressed her, granting her a sickly grin,

"my boyfriend here seems to have forgotten we have plans. I hate to interrupt but..."

"Wha-"

"Come along sweetheart, we're gonna be late for the movie."

You linked your arm with Steve’s, sending a pitiful frown to the girl who was perhaps the most confused, but you reasoned that you were actually saving her a lot of trouble. If anything, you deserved a little praise.

So, with that justification, you tugged him along with you, forcing him to follow along like an owner with an unruly dog on a leash.

Steve knew he was in trouble the moment he had ‘snuck out’, but in his defence, his boredom had reached a tipping point.

He was sure you would chew him out when he returned- a big part of him looked forward to it- and even though he had been less than discreet, he still hadn't expected you to actually track him down.

Once you had practically dragged him back to the entrance of Family Video, you dropped Steve’s arm, your own resting on your hip with sass.

He looked you head-to-toe, amused at your sternly tapping foot, confused by the newfound look in your eyes.

Unreadable, you sighed and began walking in the direction of the whole reason you were still here; The Gap, but Steve wasn’t letting you go that easy, quickly falling into step, frustrated when instead of slowing down, you only sped up. He followed you all the way inside of the store, only resting when you began scanning the nearest clothing rack.

"What the hell was that?" he tried for your attention, a little flustered when you finally turned, glaring harshly,

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your little... whatever that was," You gestured madly,

"but I wasn’t aware that flirting on the job was encouraged. I could've been swapping spit with Adam this entire time!” you pointed to an unknowingly, and uninteresting guy currently manning the checkout counter.

"I-"

"My shift ended fifteen minutes ago, Steve." you continued sifting through the clothing options,

"Yours isn't even half over." moving over to another rack,

"You left for twenty minutes."

"Counting the minutes ‘till you see me again, huh?" he schmoozed.

You found what you were looking for, grabbing the shirt before turning back to Steve, ignoring the obvious attraction you felt for his mischievous gaze,

"You're supposed to be manning the desk until closing time. Or did you suddenly forget that the second a girl showed you the slightest bit of attention?”

“I’m sorry!” his palms raised in surrender, he added as an afterthought,

"Sheesh, you're a little time bandit, aren't you?" and you only scoffed, heading for Adam, ready to pay.

You handed over your purchase, and Steve made himself comfortable between you and the counter, watching intently as you fished around in your tote for your trusty purse.

You had hardly started searching when Steve’s impatience took over and he reached into his back pocket for a loose dollar and handed it over to pay.

Your brows furrowed at the gesture, unsure of what to do next,

“Have a nice day, Adam.” You smiled fondly, eyelashes batting, testing the water for Steve’s reaction, and when his smirk slipped into that of a frown, you couldn’t stop the satisfaction simmering in your stomach.

With your new shirt- and Steve- in tow, you exited the Gap and started your trip to the parking lot, seeking the sanctuary of your car.

But, with audacity you had never had the displeasure of experiencing in a single person before, Steve decided to counter you, taking the meaning of test to a whole new level, by suggesting,

“Y’know, for a second there I thought you might be jealous.” as the words left his mouth, you stopped dead in your tracks, and Steve had to catch himself, almost bumping right into you.

Like lightning, you had turned to face him, painted with a look of pure horror,

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nope.”

He looked more certain now that he had seen your reaction, dripping satisfaction, and you felt so mortified it was time to consider running away and starting a new life,

"In what world would I possibly be jealous?" you brushed off, and Steve shrugged,

"I'm just sayin'. You seemed awfully worked up back there."

"Because my shift is over." you protected,

"Oh, please. You've hung around after shifts plenty."

"Yeah, because Robin was there."

Still at a standstill, paying no mind to the many shoppers weaving their way around the two of you, Steve felt hot under the collar- the slowly blooming need to be on your good side was struggling to stay at bay.

And whilst the way the permanent glare you reserved for him was more than endearing, Steve still really wanted your approval,

"Is my company that bad?"

"Nowhere near as good." you shrugged earnestly.

"That's not fair." he hardly withheld a whine.

"Oh?"

Your hand on your hip, Steve’s own reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, soothing the fact that you were seemingly adamant about favouring Robin without fair consideration. He was sure he was better company than you thought, you guys could easily have a fun time… and it would really make work easier,

"You guys just met!"

"And we've met before?" You tort, more annoyed when Steve’s face scrunches in befuddlement,

"Of course."

"Be real, Steve."

"We literally went to the same school." he really is puzzled,

"Come on. We did not experience the same high school.” You couldn’t believe you were even having this conversation right now, your car waiting so welcomingly in the distance, begging you to hop in and drive, but you wonder if Steve would just follow after, especially when starts to double down,

“Doesn’t mean we don’t know each other.”

“We don’t. You didn’t even know my name until the other day.”

Steve proceeds to recite your full name- birth certificate, even- before adding,

“I know you think we should've read better books in English, and I know you hated Chemistry- even more than I did. I don’t recall you doing any sports, I’m pretty sure you took an extra subject, and that’s just off the tip of my tongue.”

“Fine. We went to school together.” you conceded, shunning both the look of satisfaction he oozed and the way it sort of warmed you that he had in fact known of your existence. Not that it changed the way you felt about him… right?

“Do I get a point?” he teased the glee of a good-behaved toddler, soft brown eyes crinkling in a way that just begged you to keep looking at them.

If you stayed any longer, Steve would gain the chance to try and convince you he was a good guy, and even though he had been rather kind today, you weren’t buying it for even a second,

“You get a point for paying for the shirt.”

“I’ll take it.” He nodded far too proudly.

“Thank you.” You softly gestured to the shirt, needing to let him know that you were grateful, because even if he was an ass, he was a polite one.

His cheeky smile turns softer- a genuine acknowledgement of his willingness to help, and you find your own lips creasing up to join him.

Steve quickly determines that your constantly apparent anguish was appealing, but your sudden slip of softness seemed enough to have him on his knees.

Before he has the chance to tease you for giving in, you nod sternly and make it clear it’s time for you to go home,

“Lock up properly when you leave, Harrington.”

Hating to see you leave, but loving to watch you go, your hips sway with the breeze, and Steve can’t help but indulge in what it might be like to spend more time with you- to get close to you in a way that wouldn’t result in a punch to the nose. He might risk it if this is all you’re willing to give.

So, when you’re almost out of earshot, he cups his hands around his mouth, letting his words echo on endlessly in your head until you saw each other again,

“Anything for you my jealous little time-bandit!”

🎞️🎞️🎞️

[I'm back my lovelies! Hope you enjoy this second part- I think the next one will most likely take place out and about in Hawkins. Let me know what you think! - Emmy xo.]

Taglist: @aheadfullofsteverogers ; @bakugouswh0r3 (message/comment if you'd like to be added 💞)

#steve harrington prompt #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington request #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington #steve harrington one shot

64 notes · View notes

witchwyfe · 2 years

Note

Could I ask for Steve and “Uh, am I interrupting?” thank you lola! congrats on 1k!!!!!!!

Steve Harrington x female reader

“Uh, am I interrupting?”

thank you so much angel!!

You could be upset at your boyfriend. Realistically, you should be.

Seven kids who all need breakfast, showed up at Steve's door this morning. And your boyfriend had let them in.

So now you're in his kitchen, seven am and sleepy-eyed.

"Can we go back to bed after this Stevie?" You murmur, leaving back against the counter.

He turns around from the stove, spatula in hand, kitchen towel slung over his shoulder.

"You tired baby?" He hums, concern turning his lips into a pout.

"Yeah, someone kept me up late." You tease, sliding your hand underneath his shirt and pinching his hip. He snaps the towel at you, lightly as possible, before leaning in for a minty-flavored kiss.

"We'll take a nap later, how's that sound?"

"Good."

He flips the towel back onto his shoulder before scooping you up and sliding you onto the counter.

You don't even react, don't have time to, before he's leaning forward again, pressing his lips to yours.

He kisses you softly, chasing away any lingering grumpiness. When he pulls away, he dots kisses everywhere--your nose, cheeks, forehead, eyebrow. You're giggling softly, fisting handfuls of his t-shirt to tug him closer, taste him and—

“Uh, am I interrupting?” Dustin wonders, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Of course not Dusty.” You respond at the same time Steve says: “Yes.”

“I just wanted to see when breakfast will be ready.” He says shyly, his tone different from how he usually speaks to you and Steve.

“Sooner you leave the kitchen, sooner it’ll be ready.” Steve smirks, no real malice in his tone.

“Steve!” You smack his chest lightly. “Don’t worry Dustin, we’ll call you in when it’s ready.”

“What?” He smiles, feigning innocence when Dustin vacates the kitchen. “Wanna kiss you a little more.”

#mine #my work #witchwyfe writing #my writing #witchwyfe 1k #lola's 1k #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington prompt #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington oneshot

348 notes · View notes

writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 2 years

Text

Linger

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Warnings: Spoilers for S.4

Prompt: I would definitely be interested in anything with Steve Harrington and a plus size reader!!! + hugs that last a little longer than they should

Normally i’d ask for a prompt go along with this request, but I had something in mind, so here you go.

Note: In this house what happened in S4. Vol. 2, that we do not speak of, that didn’t actually happen.

It's silly, but not at the same time, the way you're so utterly hyper aware of Steve Harrington and every little thing he does or says. It's that hyper awareness that makes you feel like you're going crazy sometimes, like you're imagining the things you notice. Like right now, how his hugs seem to linger. It’s a combination of insecurity and hope that makes you wonder if his hugs mean something more, if the linger is that of a good friendship or the chance that maybe, just maybe, your startlingly large crush is returned.

It's typical for you to hug Steve goodbye, you hug all your friends goodbye, always have done. You were known as the hugger, and the 'good hugger' at that, your physical softness apparently making you ripe for hugging. You're not necessarily surprised by that, you're bigger, you're softer, where Nancy and Robin are lean lines, more angular than you, you are round curves and a soft stomach and that naturally changes the way you hug, how it feels to hug you, the same way hugging Steve differs from hugging Nancy or how hugging Robin feels different to hugging Hopper.

The thing about hugs with Steve is that they never used to linger. At the start they were quick, his hands always detached from you as he patted your back in an awkward sort of manner before pulling away. They were so quick that sometimes it felt like they might as well not happen at all, a wave or a handshake felt longer than those first few hugs...and then it changed. Slowly, over time, each moment lasting just a little bit longer.

You held on a little longer, Steve's arms would tighter around you just a little bit more, hands holding you against him rather than awkwardly patting your back. Then it developed from there even more, an almost ridiculous reluctance to pull away forming, even as you did so, his hands would linger on the thickness of your waist or the width of your hips, yours trailing down his arms, as if two magnets struggling to pull apart. Then his lips would find the crown of your head, your temple, your forehead, your cheek, one last effort to make the moment last longer, eyes intense and smiling, the inevitable sound of Dustin or Mike gagging at the gesture, enough to make you believe that maybe you weren’t imagining it, that this was truly happening. That it was something a bit more than friendship that pushed Steve to linger, encouraged you to stay bound in his arms.

It doesn’t help that you’ve had a rough few days; Eddie being hunted down for murder, Vecna, Max being hunted by Vecna, Chriss dying, Jason being a supreme cult leader, Eddie nearly dying, Max in hospital, no idea if she’ll even wake up, Hawkins splitting in two...fuck, it’s been so utterly rough, so horrendously difficult that saying goodbye to Steve feels so extremely difficult, like if you leave him, if you blink, he’ll be gone too. Like you’ll never see him again.

It’s why you push your cheek further into his chest, warmth and the steady beating rhythm of his heart beneath your ear as your arms wrap as tight as they can around his waist. It feels like Steve understands, he doesn’t say a word, but his arms wrap around you tight, squeezing pressure that helps the almost insurmountable feeling in your chest to ease, one of his hands cupping the back of your neck, fingers digging into a tight spot there. His chin lands on the top of your head, a weight, familiar and welcome as you close your eyes and just breathe him in. Like this, it’s easy to feel like you’re surrounded by Steve, like you’re the only two people in the world as the hug doesn’t just linger, but prolongs itself.

You don’t want to let go. Don’t want to leave. Don’t want to go back to your empty house, your parents away on holiday, leaving you alone. Now an adult, now seen as responsible enough to care for the house while they enjoy the freedom of their child being an adult, finally. But, the world might be ending and you’re so fucking tired but so very scared at the same time.

It’s almost like he knows what you’re thinking as he presses a kiss to your hair and mumbles out just loud enough for you to hear it, “Sleepover at mine?” It’s not something you’ve really done before, not normal for you and Steve to sleep round the other’s house, but the world is going to shit and maybe next year won’t even exist, maybe next week won’t, or tomorrow, and you really don’t want to leave Steve so you just nod under the weight of his chin and let him lead you to his car.

Even that sees a reluctance to separate, an arm wrapped around your shoulders and neck, side pressed fully against your own, so close that you bump each other as you walk and find yourselves veering off course with each step.

And maybe...maybe it’s not that the world is ending and you’re good friends, maybe, maybe it’s that you and Steve have been toeing the line between friendship and lovers for a while now, and the reality is that maybe you won’t get even a year together. Maybe the world is ending and maybe whatever hesistancy that always caused you to pull away is gone, replaced with a new found reality that lingering, being as close as you can for as long as you can is worth it because who knows what’s going to happen. Why fear rejection and humilation? Why fear the potential for unrequited love when everything might not even exist tomorrow?

All you know is wherever hell is, you’ll be in the thick of it, with Steve. Wherever he is, you’re not going to be far behind.

#plus size reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x plus size reader #stranger things #steve harrington prompt #prompt

393 notes · View notes

ronweasleysleftnut · 1 year

Note

3 from the romance prompt and 5 from the smut prompts with Steve please <3

Prompts:

This is me trying not to scare you away.

Please kiss me already.

This turned more into an angst to romance/fluff (didn't end up adding smut) lol but I hope you like it anyways <3

T/W - This story does involve mentions of physical abuse. If you don't want to read about that, I suggest you please skip this story and catch me in the next one <3

Opening Wounds - Steve Harrington

It was hard to get close to Steve. Although he seemed like a happy, cool guy on the outside, he had a lot of problems. Him and Y/n have been friends since they were kids, although he's never even opened up to her, not really.

At their high school graduation however, when his parents didn't show, Steve revealed a side of himself she had never seen before.

He had problems with his parents, that was noticeable from the moment she meant him, but she never really knew the extent of them. She knew they traveled a lot, and she had a feeling (although never confirmed) that his dad had a lot of... anger. But she never, ever, thought that they'd miss an event as big as his graduation.

Steve shrugged it off at first. We arrived early, we were supposed to meet our families beforehand and direct them to their seats before the ceremony started. Mr. and Mrs. Harrington however, never showed. Steve was left alone watching the other students direct some sort of family, even Y/n.

When she came back to where he was standing in line, he smiled as usual. "Hey" Y/n said, placing her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Did your parents never show?" She asked, and Steve's smile only faltered for a minute before he responded "Nah, they're still out of town" he says, "But it's fine" He waves it off, and in doing this removes Y/n's hand from his shoulder.

She can tell he's upset though, his smile doesn't go quite to his eyes. It never does when he talks about them. "Steve..." She starts, but before she can speak again she hears their principal call in front. "Everyone to your places please! We're about to start" He yells, and Y/n looks between the principal and Steve a couple times before biting her lip "We'll talk after" She says, "Of course" Steve responds, and he lets her run off to her proper place in line.

The ceremony went smoothly, names were predictably butchered but at least no one tripped on stage. Afterwards, the students and parents were sent to the gym for an after party. When you entered, there was a photo booth for families to take a picture with the graduate.

Steve walked in, reluctantly, by Y/n's side with her parents. When they got to the photo booth however, he refused to come in. "C'mon Steve!" Y/n said, trying to pull him into the booth "You're practically family anyways!" But the boy removed her hand and took a step back, "It's fine, really" He said, and the same fake smile appeared on his face "I'll just wait out here" but when Y/n got out of the booth, he was gone.

She excused herself, letting her parents go off into the party as she ran out of the gym. She looked both ways down the hallway, and when she didn't see Steve, she just continued walking. She looked around at the people crowding the hallways, but she didn't see him anywhere. Finally, right when she was about to give up, she remembered a place he might be.

Steve tended to skip class, a lot. And although in his Junior and Senior year he stopped doing so as much, he still had the same place he'd go to when he needed a break from class. It was an old drama room, practically the size of a closet. No one went in there anymore since Hawkins got a new drama room years prior. And so one day, Steve broke the lock, and since then he's been going in there.

Y/n walked to this same room now, and when she saw the door slightly ajar, she knew he'd be there.

She cracked the door open more, slipping into the dark room. Steve had previously moved some supplies into the room as well, food, entertainment, and a light source. "One thing my parents are good for, money" She remembered him saying the first time he had shown her the room.

The boy was sitting in the corner, his legs curled into his body and his eyes staring at the ground in front of him. He wasn't crying, but she could see the sadness in his dead eyes. Y/n tiptoed over and slowly sat herself down next to the boy, alerting him of her presence by bumping her knee against his own.

"Hey..." She whispered, and he finally looked over at her and grunted in response. "You left" She continued, stating the obvious to the boy. "I... I just couldn't be in that room" He said, looking away from her again. "I'm sorry" She says, looking away too "I didn't even think of that" But Steve shakes his head at this, "It's not your fault, you don't have to take care of me" Although Y/n felt like she did have to take care of him, especially since he didn't have anyone else to do so.

She looked back over at him, and gulped before reaching her hand over to his own and intertwining their fingers. "Steve" She said, and when he didn't respond she continued "Steve you're my best friend, and I love you more than anyone else in this world" At this he finally looked up, although his eyes were still trained in front of him "I just... I want to know what's wrong"

He bit his lip before turning his head to the girl, and for the first time in her life, Y/n saw Steve with tears in his eyes. She had never seen him cry before, not when he fell, not when his parents yelled, not even when his pet dog died. "I don't want to scare you away" Steve said quietly, his voice hoarse from lack of speaking.

Y/n felt her heart sink at his words, and she scooted closer to the boy, placing her other hand in his and holding them tight. "You could never scare me away" she says with finality, but Steve still looks away, not meeting her eyes. "Steve" She says, her voice hard and determined as she moves so that she's sitting in front of him, "Do you understand? Nothing you say could ever scare me"

He finally looks up and meets her eyes, the tears already gone. "I love you, Y/n" He says, and she can tell by the way he says it, that he means it. "And I want to tell you everything. I always have, but I've been so scared" Y/n gulps, taking it in, but she nods and prompts him to continue.

Steve takes a moment before he speaks, starting from the beginning. "My dad, when I was younger, when he got mad... well he hit me" Y/n's eyes widened at his words, but Steve's own face stayed solid as he continued "Mom didn't like it, but she didn't stop it either" Steve nods at his own words, and Y/n repeats the motion herself, squeezing his hands in reassurance. "When they started going on vacations, it was like heaven. They'd be gone, and I'd be left alone with cash to buy whatever food I wanted. I could have friends over, and, as I got older, I could have parties." He smiles at the last part, but then his face solidifies again as he continues "But it was also really lonely... I started calling my mom, but she only answered sometimes. At first they'd come home every holiday, but then they didn't" he shrugged at this, "I got used to living alone. I just never thought they'd miss this..."

He looks down again, and Y/n sits in front of him in silence for a moment, taking in all that he just told her before responding. "Steve... I'm sorry, I just- I never knew it was this bad" He shrugged, "I never told you" Steve always said he was with his grandparents for the holidays, but now Y/n realizes he must've been at home alone.

"Stevie..." She whispered, and scooted into the boy, hugging him close. His arms wrapped around her as well, and when they pulled apart their faces were inches from each other. "Y/n..." he whispered, "Steve" she responded, their breath mixing at how close they were. "Thank you" He said, his mouth moving closer to her own "Of course..." She responded, but the last part of her sentence was blocked out by Steve's lips meeting her own.

She felt all his pain in the kiss, but all his passion as well. She kissed him back with just as much emotion, and they only pulled apart when they were both out of breath. "I have something to confess" Steve says with a laugh, and Y/n nods "I've been wanting to do that for ages" He whispers breathily, their mouths still closer than normal.

"Come to holidays with my family" She responds, her voice just as quiet as his own. And maybe it was the bliss of their first kiss, or maybe it was Steve's clarity after finally opening up, but he nodded. She smiled, and continued "I know you don't want to seem weak, but trust me, opening up is the strongest thing you've ever done"

They sit there for a little longer, Steve wrapping his arms around Y/n and her head resting against his warm chest. Until eventually they get up and head back to the party, not wanting Y/n's parents to question her absence for too long. Steve goes in with her, greeting her parents with his usual enthusiasm. And as she watched Steve walk around the gym, she knew he'd be okay.

45 notes · View notes

aethermint · 1 year

Text

I will never get over these pictures. They are permanently on my mind

Include this look into your Steve fanfics, and it will give you 10 years good luck tag me to claim ofc

#Steve harrington #Stranger things #Steddie #harringrove #steven harrington #steve harrington prompt #stranger things prompts #joe keery

305 notes · View notes

pouringmyheartoutforpaper · 1 year

Note

Size kink with Steve (could be Steve and dove!) Innocent and not so innocent - going to the grocery store and asking Stevie if he can grab something you need off the top shelf and he does so with ease! Doesn’t even blink an eye and your just biting your lip as he meanders down the aisle and looks at the snacks - and when y’all are at the park with the kiddos and he’s ‘teaching’ them moves in the basketball court (read just absolutely dunking on a couple of teens still shorter than him) and you can’t help but notice how good he looks sweating - Asking Steven if he can you help you grab something from the car and he’s all nonchalant sure honey and swipes you off your feet carrying you towards the vehicle and your all this is very sweet baby but I need help unloading this very large desk I impulsively bought at the store (which he carries into y’all’s place with ease (okay maybe not with ease - and you end up having to carry one side while he bares slightly more weight on the other but semantics))

No so innocent -

when your at home and laying on the couch together watching tv and your playing with his big hand and his fingers and your comparing hand sizes and it’s just so big and you could just slip his pointer finger in your mouth mhmm yup yup yup

Steve big dick the king Harrington that’s it that’s the thought

Most of these aren’t even size kink lmao - oops

Sending lots of love and Steve thoughts your way!

Xoxo @fav-fanficssss

AHHH MY LOVE!! i see you reblog my fics and im sending u a big hug and a kiss mUAH.

but yeah 😵‍💫 and his shoulders are so wide and hes tall and pretty and your brain shuts off when hes there. and hes so happy about it too. he loves picking you up and carrying you places just for the fun of it. i also feel like if he saw you standing on the counter to reach something he would have a heart attack and be like “nope nope nope” and grab you and put you down on the ground while he scolds you and grabs what you need. and ur just like 🥰. oh and goodness hes like a big weighted blanket. once he finds out how much you enjoy him laying on you he just does it all the time. oh and not so innocent 🤩: you slip one of his fingers in your mouth and hes just like 😮😮‍💨 because he feels so big and strong and its making him all worked up. and jesus christ his dick is insane. like genuinely insane. like PACKING. and youre like ohh this is why he was popular in high school. and yeah hes smug about it but hes more smug about how he knows how to use it. what distinguished steve from the rest of the male population of hawkins high was that he knew what he was doing in bed. genuinely cared that whoever he was with had a good time. but when you have your first time he hasnt had sex in forever and he just sees that pretty look on your face and almost cries because it just feels different now. like the love you have for each other is making everything infinitely more intense and he knows he has to calm down so he doesnt hurt you. he makes you cum 2-3 times before he even tries to put it inside you. but when he does hes cooing at you and checking in on you while he tries to regulate his own breathing so he doesnt start rutting into you. and he holds your hands until you feel his heavy, soft balls press against you. and he just holds you there and kisses your face for a few minutes.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve stranger things #stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve x you #steve x reader #st smut #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington prompt #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #dove and steve

421 notes · View notes

iveseenstrangerthings · 9 months

Text

family video romance pt 2 - steve harrington imagine

summary: this is part two to the imagine where reader comes into family video and strikes up a bit of a mutually pining relationship with Steve.. (click here for part 1!) In part 2, they have their long awaited cosy, fluffy movie date with some confessions and confidence from the reader towards the end... I hope this is okay! Thanks for all the lush comments on the first part :) (trying this again because it didn’t show anywhere??)

word count: 3k

warnings: none that I can think of! maybe the odd swear word (this has been in my drafts for ages.. I kept going back and editing it but idk lol)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As soon as the phone hit the stand, your heart has been in your mouth and your stomach is fizzing. Thoughts float lazily around your head like loose clouds on a clear day, slipping in and out of your stream of consciousness. Steve will be here soon, in your house, in your space, enjoying your company.

Quickly, realising just how imminent his arrival may be, you whip into your back room where your mom is sitting, flicking through a knitting magazine with her latest work sprawled over her legs. “Mom!” You shout accidentally, your energy not matching her own calmness, “sorry.” You add quickly realising you’ve just broken her silence. “I um- I have a friend coming over, he’ll be here in like twenty minutes.”

Her eyebrows raise slightly, and she dips her head forward, looking at you over the rim of her thick glasses, “He?”

You think for a minute that she’s going to turn around and deny Steve coming over, your heart sinks and you curse yourself silently. “Yeah, he’s really nice. We met at the video store.”

“Oh, is he the one who ordered you that film you like?” She replies as a smile dresses her lips. Thank God, she’s smiling.

“Yes!” You’re an open book with your parents, so you don’t want to stop now, “he actually left his number in the box...” your cheeks tinge a light shade of pink at the confession, and with how giddy it makes you feel. “So, I called and asked if he wanted to come and watch it with me.”

Her lips turn up in satisfaction, “Sounds good, sweetie.” She nods gently at you before turning back to flicking her page over, “Will you bring him in to say hello?” You nod eagerly, smiling broadly at her before swiftly turning and making a dash for the stairs to get yourself ready.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re smoothing the rest of yourself down whilst looking around your room one final time to make sure nothing looks too out of place, you light a candle on your dresser and knock off your main light, leaving the place basked in a dim, relaxing glow. Suddenly, a violent rush of thoughts enters your mind and you stand, staring fixedly at a spot on your carpet before you’re snapped out of it by the sound of your moms voice.

“Here’s company!” She calls out from downstairs and your stomach lurches. Oh god... You regret telling her now, you’re afraid she’s going to be too overbearing.

“Mom!” You call on your way down the stairs, skipping some which makes your heart skip faster, “you must promise me that you will not be too much.”

She feigns a look of offence before sloping back through to the back room, “Okay, okay.” Holding her hands up behind her, she disappears back into what you refer to as her knitting cave.

Almost immediately after you reach the front porch, the headlights that were illuminating the space are shut off and you wait in anticipation for the opening and closing of the car door. It’s softer than you expect and to an untrained ear it would’ve gone amiss. Before you know it, knuckles tap softly on the exterior of the door and you go over to let him in. As the door brushes back, you get a waft of the cool night air along with a fresh wave of his aftershave. Impulsively, you take a deep breath in to fill your lungs with the scent that would make people weak at the knees. “Hey.” You speak softly. Intensely, your eyes lock onto one another and your stare burns deep into each other unlike any time before.

“Hey stranger.” He replies and your knuckles turn white as you grip the door frame harder, unsure of how much time has passed, you quickly avert your gaze and step out of the way of the doorway.

“I’m so sorry, please, come in.” Like a distinguished host, you step aside and guide him in with the outstretch of your arm as if you were the host of a Victorian dinner party. Great start.

He steps into your porch and starts to slide off his shoes, gently placing them next to where your own rest on the hardwood floor. Maybe he feels awkward, or maybe he regrets coming already? To break the silence, that Steve was finding quite familiar and vaguely comforting, you speak up, “Do you want a drink or anything?”

He straightens himself up and his hair flops gently at the change in direction, “No, thank you. I’m all good.”

After a pleasant meeting with your mom, who very much seemed to enjoy his company too, you turn to head upstairs, and he places a hand on the small of your back as you walk up the stairs ahead of him. The sudden contact brings forth a deep crimson to settle on your cheeks, and you’re grateful that you’re facing away from him.

Now, as you arrive in your room, you gently close the door behind him and watch as he takes in your cosy surroundings. “Well, I think you passed the test with my mom.” You watch in awe as he goes straight to your bed and sinks into the pillows, making himself feel comfortable as he adjusts them to his liking. It’s actions like this that you realise puts the two of you miles apart. He’s used to this, you think, of course he’s done this before, making himself comfortable in someone else’s house and spending time with them. You daren’t let on this is the first time in someone else’s company.

He lets out a small laugh as you retrieve the tape from the box, smiling down at the note that is still nestled in there. “I can see where you get your good looks from.”

You turn to face him with pseudo disgust on your features as you slot the tape into the player with a click as the machine whirrs to life. “Get out.” You scoff as you awkwardly make your way back to your bed, sitting on it but sitting what feels like miles away from him. Inside your chest, your heart hammers wildly and you worry it will be audible to him. Instead of relaxing into it as the film starts, your body remains rigid and all you can think is that Steve is realising just how new to all of this you really are.

As the film plays out on your smaller, crackled television, which you’re hoping Steve isn’t silently judging, he turns to face you. Studying your side profile, his eyes trace your features, stopping to take in every tiny detail as you feel his eyes burning into you, but you daren’t turn to face him. The scene plays out in front of you in a blur, you’re thinking of anything but the movie and you feel a rush of warmth fill out your cheeks. One you’re sure Steve would be able to notice.

Just as you feel the colour dissipating across your face, he leans forward and pauses the movie.

Wrongly so, you assume that he’s going to say he’s had enough and leave. You know this isn’t how his usual meet ups with girls would go... for Christ’s sake you’re sat almost two metres apart from each other on your bed. It hasn’t felt awkward, but now the movie has been paused and the room has fallen into a blanket of silence, you realise how it could seem awkward.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, shuffling your position on the bed so your legs are crossed and you’re facing him now. How foreign it is, to have Steve in your room, sitting so casually on your bed.

He mirrors you and pulls his leg up under himself and turns to face you, making himself comfier in the process. This relaxes you slightly, as his posture is not one of someone readying themselves to leave. “Of course. Sorry, I just wanted five minutes.” He leans his arm against your headboard and lets his temple rest on his knuckles.

“Sure.�� You nod, hoping he has something he wants to fill these five minutes up with.

Sure enough, before long he’s clearing his throat and studying your features once more. “That day, at the store,” he starts and your brows furrow, where is this going... “I think it was the second time we chatted, and I called you beautiful.”

Your stomach lurches at the memory and you hear a sudden increase in pitch in your eardrum, almost deafening. Your actions that day still confuse you, how you just walked out soon after, so awkward, so child-like in your reception of the compliment. “I remember, yeah..”

“Did I make you uncomfortable?”

Ah shit. That’s the last thing you wanted him to feel. Now, you just need to find the words to describe how he really made you feel, because uncomfortable is far from it. “Oh my God, no! No. I know, I know I just walked out and left you standing there I know.” You shake your head in disbelief at your own actions but carry on. “I’m sorry. I just honestly have never been called that, by anyone. Never mind someone like you.”

He tilts his head slightly, brows slowly creasing together, “Someone like me?”

“You know,” you hold your hands out and pan them across Steve, “I’m not stupid I used to see you with girls in the store all the time, flirting and laughing with them. I used to think you were just a flirt and nothing else, someone who spoke to all the pretty girls to pass his time at work, but the girls loved it. It’s like they came in just to see you. You could’ve had any one of those girls.”

He waits a while, letting your words float down like a feather falling from the sky before landing softly in the room. Finally, he speaks, “Yeah but it would be fifteen minutes of laughing and cringeworthy flirting that I didn’t even enjoy, then they’d just walk away. I hardly ever get past the first date with anyone.” If this is a date, you’re sure as hell going to do everything in your power to get a second one. “But this has been different. This has felt different.” He admits now, still looking towards you carefully. To your surprise, he continues, “I’ve never waited for someone to walk through the door as I have with you, hell I’ve certainly never watched any Jack Nicholson movies for a girl before.” You both chuckle at this and let a moments silence flutter by you.

“I think they must’ve been mad.” You state.

“Hm?”

“The girls. From the store,” you blink at him expectantly, “to just walk away from you. Not want a second date. I thought about you all the time, you know. Whenever I watched a film, I’d wonder whether you’d seen it, if I thought you’d like it, if we might ever watch it together....” All of this is just tumbling out of you unexpectantly it’s like someone’s pulled a plug.

A warm smiles spreads across his features, reaching his eyes yet again.

Your cheeks flush as you overshare, “I’m sorry, that was a lot.”

“You apologise too much.” He states, rolling his thumbs over one another.

You nod agreeably, “Yeah, I know…” you pause slightly and watch his lip curl up, “…sorry.”

He puffs his cheeks out laughing and moves closer nudging you with his arm. “Idiot.” His amusement slowly drains from his features and he goes serious, which worries you. “You seem shy tonight. I hope I haven’t overstepped a mark.”

Fuck sake, (y/n), you think. Swiftly, you close your eyes and when you open them, he’s looking back at you with contentment, like he’d patiently wait all day for your reply if it meant he could continue your conversation together. “I’m not shy, I just, I don’t know, I feel like this is just so unnatural for me.” Your shoulders hunch up in a shrug as you finish your sentence off and you watch as his brows furrow slightly.

“What do you mean?” he questions.

“Well,” you start, “you being here, spending time with you, having someone take an interest in spending time with me.” Inwardly, you cringe, hearing yourself sounding quite pathetic but what you’re saying is true.

“How is that so hard to believe? That I wanna spend time with you?” His voice is laced with genuine curiosity, like he can see everything you simply can’t.

“It just is for me. Like I said before there are other people out there surely who you could want to spend your time with.”

He looks as if he’s about to start speaking, but then stops, pondering over his words silently, his fingers tracing over each other and your eyes flicker to them, watching intently before snaking your eyes back up to meet his own. “I don’t understand how this is your first-time spending time with someone one to one. I haven’t met anyone like you, ever.” You roll your eyes, yeah yeah, this is probably his rehearsed speech he gives everyone. “No, I’m serious.” Slowly, his hand comes to your own and takes it in his, he pulls your arm gently towards him, straightening your arm out so that you have no choice but to edge in closer, tightening your fingers around his own. Now that you’re closer, closer than ever before, you get to see every little detail up close. “Ever since I saw you in the store, you’re all I’ve thought about. I would wait and every time that damn bell rang, I would hope it was you walking through the door.” His fingers have spread apart so that you can weave your own through, feeling comfortable as they link together, “This feels right to me, (y/n). Being with you, it feels right,” his eyes search your own intensely and you drink in every last word, “I might be overstepping here, and you can tell me if I am, but I don’t want this to just be a one-off thing, I don’t want to just come here tonight and then never have anything to do with you again.”

Almost as if his touch, albeit only on your hands, is melting you, your posture softens and for the first time tonight you feel relaxed, “Neither do I.” you say, your voice small and almost whispered.

Now that you’re closer to each other, your breathing feels like it synchronises together and you lean in comfortably against your headboard, your hands still locked into one another. With a sigh, you intensely search his features, holding his eye contact for much longer than ever before. He notices this, and holds it right back, admiring your eyes up close and taking a mental image of how the colours swirl and pool together before your pupils. “You’ve got me feeling some type of way, (y/n).” Steve admits smugly, a smirk gradually creeping up on his lips. You lift one eyebrow at his confession, enjoying his admission of feelings. Now, your eyes move down to his lips, and he notices your shift in gaze. Suddenly, a feeling of overwhelming embarrassment floods your body, and you move your head back abruptly, shocked at your proximity.

“Hey.” He says softly, bringing his fingers to your chin to gently manoeuvre your gaze back to him. “What’s worrying you?”

The fact he can tell; that he can read you so well shocks you; he seems to know you and understand you more than you think. “I just don’t wanna get hurt.” After your admission, your eyes land on each other once more. This time, his thumb grazes over your cheek gently and the gesture warms your heart.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise.” He waits a minute, simply gliding his thumb absentmindedly over your cheek whilst the clock ticks calmly in the background, signifying the passing of time but neither of you seem to care. “I know we don’t know each other all that well yet, but I really wanna get to know you and learn about you, and I know this seems like a sweeping statement for two people who haven’t spent a whole lot of time together yet, but whatever worries or whatever hesitations that you have about me, I wanna prove them wrong.” It’s as if you’re made of butter and in that moment his words are the heat needed to melt you into a puddle on the floor. You feel pathetic for feeling like this over Steve, but God damn...

“I would like that very much. Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Just all this,” you gesture back to the TV where the movie is still sat paused then gesture back towards him, “just being here with me.”

He laughs slightly and you’re now aware of his thumb still grazing over your cheek, “You never have to thank me for that. It’s an absolute pleasure.”

Without giving it a second thought, you place your hand on his chest as you lean in and close the gap between the two of you, placing your lips onto his softly. He doesn’t seem the slightest alarmed as he leans into your lips, deepening the kiss. It’s as if he’s been waiting for this too as his hand now cups the side of your face. He’s very aware that this is most likely your first kiss, and he keeps it soft, gentle, and slow paced. Albeit you initiated it, which he admits to himself has turned him on ever so slightly, he keeps it tame, as much as he doesn’t want to.

As you pull away, he can’t hide the smile that’s painting his face, “I’m sorry I didn’t ask for permission.” Your cheeks are tinged with a slight blush at the excitement of the whole situation.

“Are you kidding me?” He starts, “That was hot.” Your blush only intensifies again at his words, and you dip your head and lean it against his shoulder, laughing slightly. When you pull back up, he places a soft kiss against your lips then moves back towards the TV, going to start the film up again. As he pulls back, he rearranges himself to get comfortable and then opens his arm out to you, inviting you to come closer, closer than before at least, and enjoy the remainder of the film enveloped in his arms.

#stranger things prompts #stranger things imagine #stranger things blurbs #stranger things preferences #stranger things imagines #steve harrington angst #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington comfort #steve harrington prompt #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem

62 notes · View notes