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l0vergirlwrites · 1 month

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peach ; steve harrington

synopsis: what a typical spring morning at steve’s house looks like

warnings: mentions of partial nudity

note: the coachella fomo is so real rn (wrote this while listening to peach by kevin abstract!)

it’s mid april & the sun has started to come out more in hawkins.

trees are beginning to bud, the grass is somehow growing greener than last spring, & the air reeks of summer feels. with winter disappearing into the back of your minds, hawkins was beginning to bloom again—literally & figuratively.

college was finally done (that is, until september), meaning that you were home (aka spending practically everyday at steve’s place).

with you back home, steve was taking advantage of every moment you two of you shared. whether it was a movie night on his couch with the snacks you both loved, helping him clean up the backyard to prepare for opening the pool, cooking dinner together with his radio on your favourite station—you being by his side for more than three days at time made him feel whole again.

after a night of hosting the gang over for board games & an impromptu “welcome home” party for you, to say you & steve were exhausted was an understatement. the living room still had dice & board game pieces on the carpet, empty cups & plates were stacked by the sink to be washed, the garbage needed to be taken out—but all of that was in the back of your mind as you both laid in bed.

steve had recently done up his room since the last time you had stayed over too which was a nice change. the wallpaper he had from high school was replaced with cream white paint. he upgraded his bedframe to one that didn’t creak as much as the old one, got muted blue curtains, a brand new bookshelf (filled with books you & robin had recommended him) & added more posters of his favourite movies & bands to his walls.

his room screamed steve, especially the new version of himself because he’s so much different from his high school self.

his bedside table was probably your favourite addition to his room though.

it had a framed polaroid picture of the two of you that was taken the previous summer at a beach out of town. steve’s arms were wrapped around your chest & waist, wrists dawning a few threaded bracelets you had made while his head rested against yours. you held his cheek with red nail polished nails as his sunglasses rested on top of your beach dried hair.

you both were smiling like love sick idiots with your feet in the sand & a pink kiss stain on his temple.

it was one of steve’s favourite photos of you in the world. so, it was common sense he’d have it on his bedside table as a little reminder of you. & the thought of him going to the store to buy a frame so he could have it on his bedside made you tear up as you woke up, eyes locking on the photo first thing.

the clock on the table read 10:37am, causing you to stretch your limbs & roll over to see steve still sleeping peacefully.

“love you” you mumbled quietly before pressing a feather light kiss to his forehead before getting out of bed with a dire need to shower. as you tiptoed around the room, you couldn’t help but bite your lip & silently laugh at how he had managed to toss your underwear directly onto a lamp in his room last night when he really welcomed you home.

you made a mental note to bring it up to him later.

grabbing a towel & some extra body wash from the hallway cupboard, you made your way to the bathroom to turn on the warm water. when you returned to steve’s room with undergarments on, wet hair, & a few water droplets on your skin, steve felt like he was waking up in heaven.

“morning babydoll” he rasped as he sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a smile.

“morning baby” you replied with a brightly, going into his walk in closet to quickly change before joining him in bed again.

his hands immediately grabbed your thighs, gently pulling you closer to his lap with a smile once you were close enough while your hands raked up his shirtless chest. “mhmmm, you smell good” he hummed with a kiss to your cheek, relishing in how it immediately warmed at his touch.

“you can thank your body wash for that” you chided, running your hands through his bedhead while his inched up to play with the hem of your shirt.

“did you sleep good?” you asked, mumbling a “good” when he nodded, fingers tapping into your skin.

“what ‘bout you? i know you were tired from last nights… activities” he smirked suggestively, biting his lip when you shook & rolled your head back. “shut up, harrington”

“you know how to” he stated with that grin of his you couldn’t help from making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

nudging his head closer to yours, you dipped down to meet his lips in a gentle kiss, one that left him mumbling your name when you pulled away.

“you got a lot of whit this morning” you commented with a head tilt, letting steve pepper a few kisses to your cheek & jawline before answering. “you bring it out in me, honey”

“oh, is that right?”

“i wouldn’t lie to you”

“i’ll believe that”

with a chuckle escaping his lips, steve ducked his head into the crook of your neck, shutting his eyes to relish in the moment. “i missed this” he said with a sigh, humming when you fingers ran through his hair again.

“me too, stevie, me too” you replied, resting your cheek on his head when he pulled you even closer.

he focussed on your heartbeat bumping in his ears while you focussed on his fingers rubbing your back in the way you liked.

“i missed having breakfast with you too” you mumbled, chasing steve to let out a laugh. “you want me to make you something, pretty girl? is that it?”

shrugging your shoulders when he pulled back to look at you, you tired hiding your smile. “i dunno, only if you want. i’ll make you coffee—“, kissing you before you could finish your sentence, steve’s hands cupped your cheeks lovingly.

“we got a deal” he mumbled gained your lips before kissing you again, smiling into it when you fell on your side, pulling steve down with you happily.

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chosovixen · 2 years

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ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ!!

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ!!

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munsonscurls · 2 years

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Stranger things requests open!

okay guys, im here to work on all you ideas. im mainly eddie & steve, but open to trying other characters too! just send me a message and drop the request. ill try and reply to give a time estimate ect :)

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thelostmagicians · 1 year

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Hugs | Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve Harrington hated hugs until you came along. [1.9k]

Fluff, comfort, slight angst, implied homophobia (against Robin)

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Steve Harrington hated hugs.

Hugs were meant to be soft and warm like ice cream on a sunny day, crackling fire on a chilly night, but to Steve they were anything but.

He blamed his aversion to hugs on the lack of affection he received as a child. He couldn’t recall a time when his father even gave him a simple pat on the back let alone a hug. And his mom, she tries, but when a rare ‘I love you’ slips past her lips it’s in the same tone she uses for the grocer at the store, so Steve can never tell if she means it.

Steve didn’t know the meaning of love until Nancy Wheeler broke his heart and Dustin Henderson nuzzled his way in with an unlikely friendship and demodog. Since then, he’s opened up his large and previously empty heart to a talkative Robin Buckley, Dustin and his group of ragtag friends, Nancy Wheeler (albeit it’s different now), a smidge for Jonathan Byers, and even Eddie Munson. Even though he loves his friends to the point of self sacrifice he can never seem to spare them a hug. He’ll give them an encouraging nod and an affectionate high five, but he’s never been able to engulf any of them in the warmth radiating off his chest. And Steve feels awful for this, he truly does. He felt awful when Dustin had to seek solace in Robin’s arms when Eddie was injured and when Lucas clinged onto Max’s hand while she was on life support. He knows they understand it isn’t anything personal, but he still wants to be able to show his feelings through a soothing hand hold or a comforting embrace.

The first time he sees you he's at Nancy’s house for a small gathering celebrating the completion of her and Jonathan’s internship at the big fancy newspaper in New York. You’re in the kitchen helping Nancy with the snacks, smiling wide at her full of sunshine and sparkle, a stark difference from the gloomy aura of Hawkins.

“I see someone’s caught your eye already,” Jonathan giggles, breaking him out of his trance.

Steve glances at you a final time before he turns to Jonathan and steals his drink.

“Hey, why can’t you just get your own?” Jonathan whines a little, the result of a smoke sesh with Argyle and Eddie slowly wearing off. Steve can tell he’s only got a few minutes left to question Jonathan about you before he sobers up and uses this to tease him in the future.

“Who is she? Don’t think ‘ve seen her here before,” Steve tries to act as nonchalant as possible, but he can tell he’s failing with the way Jonathan smiles.

“She’s mine and Nance’s friend. We met her at the internship and she wanted to visit here for a change of scenery. Isn’t that crazy, someone from New York finds a place like Hawkins interesting enough to visit?”

Steve nods in agreement, because why would someone like you, someone so full of light and everything good want anything to do with the drabby town of Hawkins.

“What’s her name?”

When Jonathan says your name loud enough for him to hear over Robin and Eddie’s loud chatter Steve gasps softly. He mumbles your name to himself thrice because it tastes sweet on his tongue, sweeter than the cherry popsicles he likes so much. You talk for the first time that night, nothing past basic introductions, but it’s enough for him to drive home with a smile on his face because he liked the way your lips looked when you said his name.

The first time you hug him he’s taken by surprise his body goes rigid and then pliant. He isn’t exactly reciprocating the hug, but he isn’t pushing you away like he would the others. He pulls back first taking a look at your disheveled appearance, Nancy had called him earlier frantically telling him you needed to be picked up from Creel House and he wasted no time coming to your rescue.

He brushes the dust off your shoulders as you huff in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry for this, Nancy told me to wait for her and Jonathan to get back but I wanted to see the house for myself. I thought I could handle it, but I guess it’s a little too creepy for me,” you explain sheepishly.

Steve chuckles awkwardly, still a little loopy from your hug, “Yeah this house isn’t for the faint of heart. We brought the kids here once to err- explore and we still have nightmares about it.”

Steve curses under his breath as you give him a curious look, pushing more details out of him. “There were just a lot of spiders, ya know and the history makes it creepy enough,” he plays it off like it was no big deal but he had an inkling you knew there was more to the story.

The second time you hug Steve it leaves him winded, but he decides he likes the feeling. He lets you hold onto him longer than last time and pulls back when you sneakily go to ruffle his hair. He pouts a little, hands swatting yours away while he tries to fix it the best he can without a mirror.

“Don’t worry Steve, you’re still the prettiest person in all of Hawkins,” you say giggling.

His cheeks heat up but he likes you too much to throw a fit about your teasing. You’ve gotten closer over the past few weeks, always bringing him and Robin lunch during work and he thinks he might just keep you.

Steve realizes you're a hugger when the first thing you do after you pick him up from the station is trap him in your warm arms instead of yelling like the others would have. He thought he was over high school bullshit, but he couldn’t hold himself back when Robin called him from Tammy Thompson’s house on the verge of tears because Tommy Hagan accused her for looking at a girl a little too long for it to be considered straight. He was fuming when he pulled up to the house, Eddie meeting him at the doorway trying to convince him to not make a scene. He tossed Eddie his keys telling him to take Robin home while he threw punch after punch at Tommy for making someone he loved feel unsafe.

He pushes you off gently trying to explain what happened but you shush him softly, eyes falling to Hopper as he claps him on the back a proud smile on his otherwise stoic face. Everyone’s waiting for him when he arrives at the Byers, Joyce with a first aid kit, Jonathan with a smug smile (probably reminiscing his first fight with Steve), and Robin with eyes full of love and gratitude. He lets everyone fuss over him that night before he falls asleep on the Byers’ couch with your hand holding his.

Steve lets you hug him often now, he rolls his eyes and huffs a bit, but allows it with the pretense of it being the last time. It never is, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

You’re on his kitchen floor passing a bottle of wine back and forth sharing core memories. The others have gone home already after the last movie ended but you seemed reluctant to leave, so Steve offered you the guest room and a pair of old pajamas.

“Do you have any happy memories, Stevie?” You ask gently.

Steve shakes his head, “Not really, didn’t really have much of a happy childhood I guess, the only one I can think about is going to my Nana’s for christmas, but she died when I was five.” Steve’s a little tipsy now absentmindedly spilling his heart out to you not thinking about the repercussions.

You smile sadly, “I know what you mean, sort of.”

Steve waves his hand urging you to go on. You sigh softly, “I’ve been almost everywhere and yet it feels like I haven't experienced anything. I have loving parents but I never feel like they love me for who I am, they only love me for what I am, you know? To them I’m more of a trophy, something crossed off on the path of life to show accomplishment. I told you I came to Hawkins to research small towns for a project, but I think that was just an excuse. When I met Nancy and Jonathan they spoke so fondly about everyone back home. They might’ve been in New York, but their hearts resided in Hawkins. I wanted to find that for myself and followed them here…and I think I did.”

Steve shoots you a soft smile full of hearts as your eyes fill with unshed tears. You try your best to scoot over in your tipsy state and fall into his lap resembling a clumsy hug. This time he doesn’t pull away.

It’s nearing summer break for everyone now. Nancy and Jonathan are heading back to New York in a few weeks to present a proposal to your guys’ boss in New York for a new paper about small towns with mysterious histories. They put together a portfolio with files full of research done by you, articles written by Nancy, and photographs taken by Jonathan. The kids are finishing up finals and making plans for junior year. Robin passed her first year at community college and he quit his job at Family Video to work at the station with Hopper. And you, you decided to stay back in Hawkins. Steve can’t find a better excuse than this to throw a summer party at his house.

The sun is shining, bellies are full, hearts are happy, and laughs are loud in Steve’s backyard. Steve opened up his pool for the first time since Barbara Holland’s death and he thinks it’s time he starts moving on. Everyone is in the pool having fun, everyone except you and Steve. You’re lounging on one of the chairs, Jane Eyre in your hand and a lazy smile on your face, so it was no surprise Steve chose to stay at your side.

Steve is terrified to bare his heart to you, to tell you how he really feels, he thinks he might as well hand you his heart and a hammer on a silver platter. But then he remembers the shy smile you had when you told him you were leaving New York for good and you were staying in Hawkins. He looks over to you, your book finally pushed aside in favor of watching your friends have fun and he can’t hold his feelings in any longer.

His fingers brush up your arm slowly making their way to pet at your soft cheeks.

“You know you’re the only one who’s allowed to hug me.” It’s a concealed declaration of love an I love you that only the two of you can decipher.

“I know.” I love you too.

Steve smiles shyly before gently cupping your chin and pressing his lips to yours in a much awaited kiss. He pulls back gently only to pull you into his chest. He squeezes you hard pouring all his love into the first hug he’s ever initiated.

Steve Harrington used to hate hugs, but not so much anymore, not when your arms feel like home.

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v8mpstamp · 5 months

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Take the call

Pairings: Steve Harringtons x female reader

Word count: 670

Warnings:P in v, unprotected, mutual masterbaition,

Summary: While Steve is buried inside of you he gets an important call from his boss, he takes it but the show must go on.

Master list:

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It’s 7:15, the sun has just set, your back is to your boyfriend Steve’s mattress and he’s hovering over you, deep breaths and groan’s escaping his mouth as he pumps his cock deep into you, his hips moving at the perfect pace, your hips rocking with his, the bed frame slightly and quietly creaking to your rhythm. Everything’s perfect till the agonizing, blaring ring bursts it’s way through Steve’s landline. He doesn’t pause for even a second he just continues his pace, his lips finding your neck.

“don’t worry about it baby” he mumbles, placing kisses at the sweet spot of your neck,

“focus on me yeah?” he says, his fingers finding your clit to rub soft circles. After a few seconds the ringing stops… till only a few more seconds later the same ring blares through Steve’s room again. Once again he’s not phased, his mind is on you, he could care less about what’s beyond the other end of the phone. But you can’t help your thoughts, “what if it’s important?” you ask out to him, knowing he had missed important phone calls before because he was too busy pounding into you, and although your sweet Stevie assures you he rather be doing this than answering calls, you still feel at fault just a bit.

Eventually the ringing stops, of course only to pick back up again, blaring that familiar ring.

“You should answer it Stevie, could be for work” you give in, your soft eyes meeting his, a slight pout on your face. With a sigh he pulls out of you slowly, placing a kiss a top your forehead before quickly heading to his desk, picking up the phone and bringing it to his ear.

Steve mumbles nonsense across the other end, just by his tone you can tell it’s his boss calling about work. With a dramatic roll of his eyes Steve mouths “work”, exaggerating the words in annoyance, you can’t help but let out a giggle, eyes moving down his chest and waist where his hard cock sits, aching, begging to be back in you. It doesn’t help with the sight he has of you lying there spread across his mattress, legs open and waiting for him.

After a few minutes you can’t wait any longer and decide to take matters into your own hands, slowly inching your hand down till your fingers reach your clit to rub circles, causing you to moan which then causes you to place your palm over your mouth so his boss doesn’t hear. Steve’s eyes go wide once you reach your clit, eyes following your fingers before moving over to scan your whole body, he mumbles out careless answers and responses back to his boss not taking his eyes off of you for a second.

You sink two fingers in and pump them in and out, more moans escape your lips but you try your best to suppress them. He watches as you arch your back, his cock hurting, needing to be touched, instinctively he wraps his hand around his cock and moves it to glide over his tip, mouthed curse words fall out of him, his fingers grip the phone tighter and it presses even harder against his ear.

You’re feeling your climax build up, your pumping getting faster and faster, Steve’s grip on his cock tightens and he’s almost going the same pace as you.

His responses to the phone become almost incoherent, being said between groans as he tries to keep his composure.

“25th uhh… got it, yeah uh i’m writing it down” he speaks into the phone his head rolling back his hand still on his cock, he tries to keep his eyes on you the best he can but it’s just too much.

You’re so close, and you can tell Steve is too by the way his tummy is clenching and the pre cum leaking out of his tip. Finally the call comes to a end and Steve’s able to utter out a “Good Bye” to his boss , slamming the phone back down and at the same time you two reach your orgasm, letting it over take you completely, hot cum shooting out of Steve. Now able to make as much noise as you please you let out cries of Steve’s name, and in an instance Steve is crawling up the bed to hover over you, hands instantly finding your skin, his lips instantly finding yours as he plops his weight down on you, allowing your legs and arms to wrap around him, as he takes you in.

Master list:

#smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader smut #joe kerry #stranger things

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jansri17 · 3 months

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Sparkling Promises - Joe Keery

Joe Keery and Y/n wandered through the sparkling aisles of People's

Jewelry, their laughter mingling with the soft chime of delicate chains and the glimmer of gemstones. They were like any other couple, exploring the endless array of rings, each one telling its own story.

Y/n's eyes sparkled as she admired the intricate designs and

shimmering stones. She paused, her gaze fixated on a particular ring nestled amongst the others. Its elegance caught her attention, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to it.

"Joe, look at this one," she exclaimed, holding up the ring for him to see. It was a breathtaking piece, a symphony of diamonds and white gold, reflecting the store's warm lights.

Joe's eyes lit up as he studied the ring Y/n held. He smiled, knowing he wanted to see that same sparkle on her finger every day. "It's beautiful, just like you," he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

Y/n's heart fluttered at his words, her cheeks flushed with warmth. She couldn't help but imagine wearing that ring, a symbol of their love and commitment.

As they continued browsing, Joe couldn't shake the image of Y/n's radiant smile when she saw the ring she loved. He knew he had to make it hers.

A few days later, Joe concocted a plan. He pretended he had to work late, but instead, he slipped away to People's Jewelry, his heart pounding with excitement and nerves. With the ring safely tucked away in his pocket, he couldn't wait to see the look on Y/n's face.

When Joe returned home, Y/n greeted him with a warm hug, none the wiser to his secret mission. Little did she know, her life was about to change in the most beautiful way.

As they sat together, Joe took Y/n's hand in his, his pulse quickening with anticipation. He gazed into her eyes, his love pouring forth in every word.

"Y/n, you are my best friend, my soulmate, my everything," he began, his voice trembling with emotion. "I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, cherishing every moment together. Will you marry me?"

Y/n's breath caught in her throat as Joe dropped to one knee, revealing the ring she had admired days before. Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded, unable to speak through the overwhelming joy in her heart.

With trembling hands, Joe slipped the ring onto Y/n's finger, sealing their love with a promise as radiant as the diamonds that adorned it.

In that moment, amidst the echoes of their love, Joe and Y/n knew they had found forever in each other's arms, their journey intertwined like the delicate strands of a precious gemstone.

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #joe keery #joe kerry

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daisysliv · 2 years

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daisysliv fic recommendations!!

wow, okay, so! thank you so much for the 600+ followers! i was supposed to post this when i reached 500 but i completely forgot so i'll just post it for 600. now, in celebration of that, i decided to make a list of all my favorite fics that i have read in the last few weeks.

now, it is all stranger things cause that's the fandom im currently focusing on the most rn and these are honestly some of my favorites. i hope you enjoy these too, if you haven't read them yet!

◈ - smut

❖ - series or has more than one part

STRANGER THINGS

༻STEVE HARRINGTON༺

don't you (forget about me) by @starberryes

day of the dead by @luveline

fair trade by @starcourtsteves

just friends by @masterkenobi

what would you recommend? by @ahoymayfield

◈ you make it easy by @upsidedownwithsteve

◈ stay up late by @allaboardthereadingrailroad

◈ ❖ we didn't start the fire by @ladylibby

◈ ❖ adult education by @chestharrington

◈ ❖ tequila & strawberry lipgloss by @wtfsteveharrington

༻ROBIN BUCKLEY༺

follow her anywhere by @thatonegirlwhowrites

thief by @shescollateraldamag3

when it rains it pours by @thatonegirlwhowrites

back room confessions by @httplilyyy

that sneaky bitch by @lady-ashfade

meet me halfway, wash away the bad by @robiin-buckley

◈ break room by @ughitsnic

◈ no surprises by @murdrdocs

❖ friday nights by @thatonegirlwhowrites

◈ ❖ tequila & strawberry lipgloss by @wtfsteveharrington

༻EDDIE MUNSON༺

stay safe by @eufezco

horrible timing by @hauntlikeaghost0

the rowboat by @darling-i-read-it

doodles and dates by @loveronlineee

tapes for my lover by @skyebounded

◈ study date by @taiyothewriter

◈ an order by @murdrdocs

◈ my knight in shining converse by @thewordswewrite

◈ severed ties by @phuckinphia

◈ ❖ teach me by @xcatnapsx

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delicrieux · 2 years

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Hi lovely was wondering if you could maybe write a stranger things one with Steve. The reader is dustins older sister and is a bit bitchy with Everyone and one night when Steve’s over she upset and he sees what she’s really like and that she is actually human haha ❤️

THE STRANGEST THING | endless drabble series (summer edition)

summary: steve has a thing for dustin’s sister pairing: steve harrington x henderson!reader a/n: i love stranger things. there’s nothing i love more than stranger things. i want 100000 season’s of this series even if it turns into supernatural. i do not care. give me more. also, used prompt 5. warm, breezy nights, with this req mwah ty sm for sending it in <33

masterlist. ☕. reqs are open for the summer prompt list!

part 2.

It’s a miracle. It has to be. Or...or, a tragedy. Something between the two extremes. Because Steve has seen many outlandish things happen at Hawkin’s, but this one takes the fucking cake.

He’s seen you angry. Seen you happy (a few times, maybe, he’s not to sure about that to be honest, he might’ve been hallucinating). Seen you cracking a joke or two at his expense (he wasn’t angry, they were funny, but then again, everything you say is funny and only to him). But he’s never, ever ever in the history of all evers, seen you upset.

It takes him aback. You Henderson’s are tough to crack, and to see you so visibly defeated is just uncanny.

You’re not the easiest to get along with. You’re a bit rude to their rag-tag team of heroes that save the world every other month without a thank you. A bit cold, a bit distant. A bit pretty, too, but Dustin would probably bury him alive if he was to ever speak it out loud.

From your bed, you notice him. Shit. You weren’t meant to notice him. He was supposed to be watching movies with Dustin in the living room, then going to the bathroom and not halting by your door. To be fair, you could’ve kept it closed. Then again, you probably didn’t think he’d be lurking around like some villain ready to spy on unsuspecting high school seniors.

That sounds horrible. He must explain himself immediately, “Just--” He waves his hand around, all smile and charm and perfect hair, “on my way to the bathroom.”

“Does this look like the fucking bathroom to you?” You snap back.

“Right.” He chokes out. Clears his throat. You make him stupidly nervous, “I just, uh,” He just what? The question is written all over your face and he’s already preparing for a lashing, “I was just on my way and...noticed that you seem a bit upset.” He smiles again, anxiously, trying to lessen the blow he’ll surely have to take after such a confession, “I thought it was strange, cuz, you know,” He motions to you, “you’re you.”

There’s a pause. He thinks he’s off the hook when, “The strangest thing is that nobody fucking asked, Harrington.”

Yeah, this isn’t going that well. At least he doesn’t have a thing for you, because that would make all of this worse.

You jump up and make your way to the door ready to shut it in his face but he’s quick to stop you, “Woah! Woah woah woah!” He raises his hands in a pacifying gesture, one that, surprise surprise, seems to work, “I don’t mean any harm, I swear.” Okay, you seem to be listening, so that’s a start, “You’re Dustin’s sister. You know I love that kid.” He admits this a bit quieter, partly because he doesn’t want the said kid to hear and partly because what he says is really fucking true, “And... so...” He shrugs. It should all be already obvious.

That angry spark seems to fizzle from your eyes. Your features soften and your shoulders droop and you look at him unguarded and okay--okay, right, he might have a thing for you after all.

“You can tell me.” He says, gently, afraid to scare you away, “If you want to, that is. I’m not forcing you or anything. Just...just, you know, you can always. Talk to me.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“I dunno, maybe because I’m a nice person?” That got a smile out of you. Jackpot. A smile suits you better than a frown, but then again, everything looks good on you. He grins, “Okay, well, if you change your mind, I’ll be down the hall. Once I’m done in the bathroom. You should come join us, by the way.”

“I’m not into that nerd stuff.”

“(Name).” He says, wounded, hand covering his heart, “Don’t let poor Dusty hear that.”

“He’s well aware of that already, trust me.” You say with a small smile. There’s a pause of pleasant silence, then, “You should go before you pee your pants.”

“Yeah, I really should.”

And it’s not completely unexpected when you, despite not being into that ‘nerd stuff’, join the two of them on the couch and steal Dustin’s popcorn. You’re quite vocal about not understanding what’s going on. To be fair, Steve doesn’t understand either, but Dustin explains it pretty clearly. The movie is just the three of you talking. Laughing. Exchanging glances that don’t quite have a meaning yet.

Steve thinks that if all summer nights were like this, he wouldn’t mind. Maybe the three of you could go to a drive-in theatre on a balmy night like this. Or the two of you. He’s not about to say it, but if Dustin was to, let’s say, not tag along, it would be better. A whole lot better.

“Dude!” One, singular pop-corn hits his cheek. He blinks. Dustin is glaring at him, “Stop staring at my sister, it’s fucking creepy!”

"I wasn’t staring!”

“Like fuck you weren’t!”

“It’s fine, Dustin,” You say, “maybe he just had an aneurysm.”

“What the hell, (Name)?” He hisses. Dustin laughs.

Yeah, he’s not taking Dustin to the movies. Fat-fucking-chance.

hope you liked it! xx

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motsmunson · 2 years

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i think he knows

✰ summary: your lovely boyfriend eddie has been busy lately, so he was generous to send in steve to keep you pleasured. college au!

✰ words: 1k

✰ warnings: smut. shower sex, swearing, basically pwp, unprotected sex

✰ a/n: second fic of my new sideblog, hope you enjoy! now accepting feral steve and eddie requests

✰ ao3 masterlist

Eddie had a full week of interviews in front of him. With him going into his last year of school before he got his undergrad in computer and information sciences, he was desperate to start looking for internships and future jobs.

You were happy for him, you wanted him to be successful - but you missed him. He had such a passion for turning the degree into a job where he could develop video games in the emerging technology boom. But he was coming home late at night and went right to bed, which was understandable, but you missed his affection.

Waking up around 9, and as usual, the bed was already empty. Eddie was always sweet enough to leave a note about what he was doing that day, but you knew you wouldn’t see him until the evening. You crawled out of the bed with a sigh and stumbled to the shower.

How long you were in there before you heard the door shut quietly and the rustle of clothing, you weren't sure, but it still felt like forever since you'd felt hands slip over your bare waist and those lips pressed to the back of your neck.

“Eddie..?”

“No, but he told me to come.” You recognized that voice and the shivers it gave you. “Hi, baby," Steve mumbled against your ear as his palms coasted over the span of your stomach, paying special attention to your hip bones.

"Harrington," you said with a small smile just as he leaned down to press his mouth to yours in a soft kiss.

For years, you’ve had a friends-with-benefits relationship with Steve. But when you got serious with Eddie, that stopped. But Steve was still your friend, so he was still around, and it was obvious to anyone who looked that there were constant sparks.

It first peeved Eddie to no end when he found out your history. But thankfully for you both, Eddie and Steve had one thing in common: you. The number of threesomes you’ve had with them both was alarming, or even starting to walk in on them, so now you still had them both.

"How bad did you miss me?" He muttered against your mouth, his fingertips all but chasing water droplets down your spine until they coasted over the curve of your ass to pull you flush against him.

"You can't tell?" You teased with a small smirk of your own that matched his most excellently, his tongue making it a bit hard to say anything more as he licked slowly at yours in a lazily but all too sensual kiss.

One hand moved between your body and his and you knew where he was going before he moved another inch downward. His fingertips pushed past your folds to massage your clit and toy with your heat. You'd managed to keep your footing for now, arms tightening around his neck - but that was until the little shit brought his fingers up to bring them to his mouth to suck them clean of your taste. "I guess I can."

You’d wish Steve picked something harder than a business major, or else you might’ve had time to prepare for his antics.

Back pressed to the shower wall, Steve ground his hips against yours as he kissed you, water spilling over his back. It made your skin feel that much hotter, that much more sensual, and made you moan that much more needily against his lips.

His tongue worked yours into his own mouth to suck at the muscle to taste you in a concentrated dose. Mouth leaving yours, Steve licked and sucked at the wet skin of your neck, the sounds of suction from his tongue and lips echoing in the bathroom among the falling water.

You had panted breath while he grinded his now exceedingly hard cock against you. There was no need for any water now, you were making him plenty wet, and he hissed against the love bite he'd created at the sensation before his mouth found yours again - your ass was gripped and he was adjusting you to bring his tip to your folds.

"Fuck-" He breathed the curse that made you flush all the more, but that was nothing as he slid himself inside you, making your walls clench around his size that throbbed inside you.

"Shit, fu-fuck, so tight, you're always so fucking tight for me." He was gasping, making your body feel like it was on fire.

And now, he was manic, forcing your hips down on his dick while you adjusted and moaned against his mouth, his pelvic bone hitting your clit in such a way that he knew you liked, and that's when he chose to grind, making your legs tighten.

"Good girl," he breathed as he bit your bottom lip. You were now a literal mess against him which he took as an okay to start thrusting, and he did.

Over and over Steve moved inside you, your back sliding up and down against the wall. Attentive wasn't a good enough adjective for the way he worked your body, palming your breast, massaging your clit, finding all your little buttons that he'd explored on numerous occasions.

White hot liquid heat was flooding through you now as he was obviously losing himself, water-soaked bangs clinging to his forehead to barely hide the furrow in his brow. He watched, looking down with those lust filled eyes to see the way it looked when you took every inch of his cock over and over, hips jutting out in such a powerful way that the insides of your thighs started to turn a flushed pink.

"Come for me, fuck, baby come for me." He demanded, and as you reached that high, Steve was right there with you - filling you with hot release and riding out his high in such a primal but sensual fashion you thought you came twice.

He didn't stop, grinding into your sensitive heat until you were trembling, and he held you tight, not exiting you as you both came back down from the high.

You eventually stepped out of the shower with him, grabbing a towel for you and him respectively. Steve’s soft hand caressed the side of your face, bringing your lips closer to his to kiss you sweetly.

“Good morning, by the way.”

“Eddie isn’t going to like this, you know.”

“But how could you resist me, sweetheart?”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #joe kerry #joe kerry x reader

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emsgoodthinkin · 1 year

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just screams daddy Steve

Reblogs appreciated:>

#steve harrington #daddy!steve harrington #dom!steve harrington #joe kerry #perv! steve harrington x school girl #perv!steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #strangers things #dom!steve Harrington x sub!reader

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l0vergirlwrites · 3 months

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superstar ; steve harrington

synopsis: how steve treats his girlfriend after watching her perform on stage in her college musical.

warnings: just steve being a bit cheeky & fluff!!

note: i’m desperately trying to get out of my writing funk, so send some sweet requests for me!!!

“oooo, guess who’s boyfriend is waiting outside…”

the girls in the green room erupted in laughter & teasing glances towards you, causing your face to grow hot.

“stoppppp” you dragged out with a wide smile, knowing they meant well.

keeping your focus on unpinning your hair so you could brush through the strands, some of your friends rushed to your side in front of the bulbed vanity mirror.

“sooo,” hannah grinned. “what do you think lover boy thought of the show?”

“i hoped he liked it—h-he’s not a musical kind of guy, so i hoped it was fine” you said while dropping a couple bobby pins on the counter, sighing when the tension on your head started to subside.

“personally, he better of loved it—especially hearing your solo—ohmygod!!! it gave me goosebumps” lainey chimed in as she reapplied her lipgloss. “plus, your ass looked really good in that skirt”

the other girls quickly agreed with her, causing you to nudge their elbows in laughter. “what?? i’m just speaking the truth” lainey defended, making eye contact with you in the mirror as you gave her a knowing look.

as the other girls switched the conversation to something about some cast drama while the green room emptied out, you carefully removed your mic tape & mic pack from your bra so you could change into something more comfortable—sweat shorts & a cropped t-shirt with sneakers; the prime after show outfit.

“ready to see lover boy?” the girls asked once you lifted your duffel bag onto your shoulder, ready to head into the chaos outside.

rolling your eyes jokingly, you walked over to the door with a sigh “you’re never gonna stop calling him that huh? all because i said it one time”

“you know it!”

the green room door made a loud creak as it opened, but the bustling environment in the large theatre lobby over powered it. as your friends bid you goodbye as they spotted their respective family & friends, your eyes scanned the crowd for steve.

it didn’t take to long to find him—leaning against a nearby wall with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand.

“stevie!” you called out & his head immediately turned in your direction, giving him his cue to rush towards you with the proudest grin you’ve ever seen on his lips.

within seconds, steve’s freehand held your cheek & he was kissing you hard—almost breathlessly—as his hand with the bouquet pressed into your lower back. laughing against his lips, you pulled back & wiped the red lipstick that smeared onto his skin.

“baby, you were amazing out there! absolutely amazing—the most beautiful girl ever“ he marvelled before kissing you again, his excitement for you not wearing off.

brushing your hands through his brown locks, you relished in this feeling of love before pulling away again. “so, you liked it?”

“of course i did! why? you didn’t think i would?” he looked at you incredulously, shocked at such a question.

“i dunno. wasn’t sure musicals were your thing is all”

you wiped off lipstick that lingered on his bottom lip again as he blinked—wondering how you couldn’t tell he loved it. “honey, anything you do is my thing” he smoothly replied, causing you to bite your lip.

you were so lucky.

“oh!” he lit up like a lightbulb. “these are for you” he pulled the bouquet in front of you, giving you the classic steve smile as he did so. “i’m really proud of you honey”

twisting a piece of steve’s hair between your fingers as your hand drifted to the nape of his neck, you pouted slightly at the sight. “steve… they’re gorgeous—thank you baby” you held the bouquet in your hand now, moving it so you could properly hug him.

he hoped you knew that didn’t care if your makeup smeared into his clothes.

“i love you” he said into your hair, kissing your head as he relished in your touch. he felt like his heart was beating out of his chest.

“i love you too” you sighed contently into the material of his striped polo shirt, pressing a kiss to it (& secretly hoping the lipstick kiss would leave a stain).

“what did you think of my costume?” you asked him, remembering what lainey cheekily mentioned prior.

pulling back to look at you, steve brushed some of your hair behind your ear. “you looked phenomenal—like a princess up there” he gushed.

“what about the skirt?”

furrowing his brows, he wasn’t sure why you were making a point of it. “it was pretty, plus… your ass looked real good it—“ he smirked a bit, the hand on your waist sliding down to give a quick tap to your ass.

“steve!” you squeaked, laughing as your hand grabbed his wrist. “you’re such a boy!” you joked.

“i’m sorry—i’m sorry! couldn’t help it, you know. it’s impossible not to notice it when you’re all mine” he leaned his head closer to yours, the look in his eyes telling you he was completely whipped.

“you’re lucky i like you”

“oh baby, trust me—i know” he said before dipping forward to kiss you again, not caring about anyone else around you both.

you just hoped your friends didn’t notice so they wouldn’t tease you about it later, even though you knew they would at the wrap party.

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chosovixen · 2 years

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mafia!steve x reader they meet unexpectedly and idk😂😂

Wasn't given much to work with, but that's fine; also, I love the idea of mafia steve.

Warnings: guns, drugs, alcohol, cussing, blah blah...

feedback and reblogs are appreciated!!

Sitting at the bar waiting for your drink, you couldn't help but skim the room out of boredom. You weren't social, but you wanted to try out this exclusive club everyone had been talking about in town. Looking above you—you couldn't help but gawk at the elegant crystal chandelier that fit the lavish room perfectly; it had various-sized crystals that gleamed under the warm light whenever you redirected your gaze. Then, peering to your right—you froze as you had caught a tall, lanky man pouring an unknown substance into a cocktail that had been sitting out; he shoved the veil back into his suit's inner pocket and swiftly scurried away. You sat there dumbfounded as to what you should do.

Just as you were about to say something another suited man grabbed it, holding it carefully as he walked it over to a small table and handed it over to a grim-looking fellow. He wore a beige suit and paired it with a black tie and black dress shoes that looked way over your budget. His hair was a darkish brown, but when he shifted his head to speak—the light turned it into a soft brown hue, the bit of facial hair he had made him look pristine and well kept, not that it mattered because his soft feature already was doing that for him. You saw as he took the glass in hand, slowly bringing it up to his lips—quickly jumping to your feet and rushing to him; you stumbled, gripping your dress while you listened to the loud clicking of your heels.

"Ma'am, your drink," the bartender yelled, but you didn't bother as you made your way over to the table. Finally, when you managed to get to him in time, you gently waved your hand in front of his face, and he glanced up.

"'scuse me," you said.

"Yes?" his voice wasn't deep though you expected it to be with how he appeared.

"Oh, umm, hi, I just wanted to let you know that someone put something in your drink." Your fingers motioned to his glass.

He raised an eyebrow at you. "Really?"

You nodded swiftly, and he smiled.

"Are you sure it wasn't you?"

Frowning, you stepped back, shaking your head "what, god no. I would never." Settling the cup down, he stood up and adjusted his suit.

"Could you point this person out?"

"Well, he just kind of zipped out that door; he was tall, skinny, and wearing a black suit with a red bow tie."

He waved his finger, and someone sitting across from him stood up before leaning over so he could whisper in their ear. Then, as the man walked away—you could only imagine that it was his bodyguard.

"Thank you, miss."

"Oh, it's no bother, really." you offer him a warm smile just as the bodyguard returns; now he was the one whispering in his ear.

"It seems as though they may have found the guy. Would you come with me to identify him?"

"Yes, of course, I'm happy to help."

He stood up, which compelled a cluster of men to stand along with him, following him out the back exit to the alley.

Holy shit.

When you reach outside, two other bodyguards stood behind the bow-tied man as he kneels on the ground. The beige-suited man steps forward, holding the glass in hand.

"My friend here says she saw you put something in my drink."

"I don't know any of you people, I'm in town on business, and I was just about to head back to my motel and go to sleep." the bow-tied man says, he looked uneasy, and you could hear the nervousness in his voice.

"Perfect, just in time for one last drink," he steps forward, hovering the drink in front of his face. "There's nothing wrong with it." he amused.

"I don't want your drink." the bow-tied man rejected, pushing the drink back.

The grim man frowned before bending down to whisper into the bow-tied man's ear. Then, after pulling away, the man looked blankly at him and snatched the drink out of his hand, gulping it down.

"Hmm, scrumptious," he exaggerated. "Fuck you, Steve." It was all he could get out before he started choking—clawing at his neck and gasping for air. His body seized up as he fell back on the ground—foam escaping his mouth, and his throat slowly started to disintegrate; it was a sinister sight as you'd never seen anything like that. Then, his body stopped moving after a while as he lay lifeless on the ground. Your legs went numb, and your sight blurred as you collapsed.

You don't know how long you were out, but you woke with a jolt, twisting your head from side to side, trying to take in your surroundings. You were still in the back alleyway. Steve offered you a hand as you tried to get up, making it a bit easier.

"Thank you," you smiled; now, standing before him, you could capture every detail of his face, from mole to scar. He was indeed a beautiful man.

"How long was I out?"

"Long enough for my men and I to laugh at you," he admitted.

"So," eyes locked on you, he didn't miss a beat. "do you feel the need to tell anyone about what you just witnessed?"

You hesitated, then peaking over his shoulder, you noticed two of his men pointing a pistol at the back of your head through the dim-lit deli window behind him.

"N-no, in fact, I thought that guy didn't deserve a throat, to begin with," you joked, eyes shifting to the bow-tied man—you scrunched your face in disgust.

"Good." he let out a small chuckle. And you saw through the window the men lowering their weapons. "Would you like a ride home? It's pretty late after all." he offered.

You don't know what you were thinking, or maybe you weren't thinking at all, but you followed closely behind, hopping in the back of his four-door as his bodyguard drove you to your preferred location.

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helpwhatsthis · 1 year

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no bc imagine the angst potential for eddie surviving, and the stress of helping him through recovery starts to physically affect his SO (whether steve or reader) and the side effects make him think they're cursed by vecna.

it would start with horrible nightmares, so he wouldn't think much of it because everyone is having them.

they can barely make it through the night without waking up screaming or sobbing. it's gets so bad that they don't even want to sleep anymore, opting to drink lots of coffee and forcing themselves to stay up.

it's not that much of a struggle either, even though they're exhausted. they would much rather stay awake and watch him breathe peacefully than sleep and relieve him almost dying.

he barely notices bc he's always tired and is sleeping a lot due to the healing he's undergoing.

the exhaustion would turn to headaches, which he definitely does notice. he's not concerned about it being vecna yet, because he knows they suffered injuries of their own and that they aren't sleeping well.

they continue to get worse, turning into full on migraines that never seem to really go away.

finally, the stress of carrying out everyday activities while in that amount of pain would cause them to start having nose bleeds.

at that point, they would go to the doctor. they would obviously be told what's wrong and be given medication to help them sleep better.

they don't tell eddie, because they don't want him to feel bad for needing their help and causing any stress.

but they also don't take the meds, because they're to scared to fall asleep and see eddie getting ripped apart.

so they do their best to hide the nose bleeds, and if he does see it, they pretended its fall allergies. but he's skeptical, and it starts to worry him that something isn't right.

he doesn't want to admit to himself that he's scared they're cursed, but it's starting to cross his mind more and more. the bloody tissues in the trash keep piling up, and the amount of tylenol in the bottle keeps going down.

he finally freaks one night when they keep flinching. after about the millionth time he asks, they tell him that they keep seeing something walking in the hallway.

he loses his shit, forces their headphones on their ears and calls everyone.

with the music playing in their ears, and eddie not listening to them that they're fine (they're definitely not), they start to cry and end up falling asleep.

and it's the first peaceful sleep in months, even though they wake up in the hospital. they find out that joyce forced eddie to take them.

from then on, eddie is very adamant that they get into a sleeping routine. he even asks hopper to call owens to see if he knows a therapist that they won't have to lie to.

luckily, he does.

and over time, the nightmares stop. the headaches stop. the nosebleeds stop.

vecna is dead. all that is left is for them and eddie to heal together.

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havve05 · 1 year

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Joe keery - instagram au

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louscartridge · 2 years

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!!!! STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 CHAPTER 1 SPOILERS!!!!

I swear to fucking God. When I saw "Steve takes one for the team" yesterday I CRIED. I thought he was going to DIE. DIE. D. I. E. DIE. he didn't. HE STILL VERY WELL COUlD THO. ROBIN COULD BE RIGHT?!.!!?. THOSE BAT BITCHES BIT HIM. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT TF THEY ARE?? HE COULD DROP. DEAD. ANY SECOND. istfg duffers. If you kill Steve. I will NEVER. N E V E R watch your Show again. Got it? NEVER. I'll watch It on illigal 3rd party websites from now on so everytime i watch it I Wil NOT be giving you PROFITS. and I will NOT be watching season 4 only 1-3. Now. Sure. me. ONE PERSON stops watching your show? Sure. It's not Gonna do much. Especially if it's a big Show like st. BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT. DON'T. KILL. STEVE. PLEASE. thank you<33

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girasollake · 2 years

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a glimpse | s.h.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

type: angst

requested: yup

summary: you did everything to make him yours but his thoughts are still full of her. you ask him a simple question and the answer leaves you shattered.

warnings: mention of sexual interactions-nothing too bad, alcohol consumption, surprisingly no swear words, bad writing

a/n: sorry for being inactive guys, uni just started and im already exhausted. ill post some stuff sometimes when ill have time and motivation to write smth (and when my writers block is not floating around my brain), sorry that this one is short<3

word count: bit over 1k

You bought him flowers, but the only shade he saw in the bouquet was the color of her eyes. The sweater you wore to meet his parents made him remember the afternoon when he was with her baking a carrot cake for his mom’s birthday. The way you made your notes and explained difficult topics to him brought him back to sitting next to her in school and exchanging shy glances and smiles. When you were touching him, he would imagine it was her. He felt guilty, he really did, but she was his first love and losing her was not something he could move on from so quickly.

The worst thing was that you saw it all. His eyes would speak for himself and although you couldn’t see what memories were coming back to him, you knew who was the main character in them.

‚Is everything okay?’ You’d ask softly each time.

‚Of course.’ He would just shake off the feeling and smile at you like nothing had happened.

It wasn’t easy, being his second choice and always overthinking. It was making you miserable and tired. You wished so bad to be his first, but it was too late, it was her. So you tried everything to make him fall in love with you more, because sometimes it didn’t even feel like he loved you at all. You tried to take him on dates you knew she didn’t take him on, you held his hand in public and squeezed it tightly, you visited him at work and made him all kinds of cakes and cookies he loved, and for a while it was working. He spent more time with you in the present moment instead of daydreaming and reliving his memories. He stopped imagining her in your place and the memories started fading away. Of course it didn’t last long enough, it ended when he saw a glimpse of her at a party you both went to.

‚I’ll be right back.’ He mumbled and without even looking at you he disappeared in the crowd.

Tears started welling up in your eyes and you quickly wiped them away with your hand. All of this for what? He would never love you in the same way he loved her.

You walked into the kitchen and scooped a bottle of some cheap alcohol. With the whole bottle in your hands you exited the noisy and loud environment of the house. You took a seat on the porch, rough wood was scratching the exposed skin under your dress and the coldness of it made you shiver. You opened the bottle and took a few sips, the alcohol was burning your throat and the gloomy weather somehow made it kick in ten times harder. Minutes passed and you were losing yourself in the drink until you finally felt it. The numbness. You didn’t want to get drunk, you just wanted your thoughts and feelings to finally be quiet.

The door behind you creaked, ‚There you are! We’ve been looking for you everywhere!’.

‚We?’ You turned your head to look into Steve’s eyes. ‚Meaning you and Nancy?’

‚Yeah. Is something wrong?’

You chuckled, ‚Everything is wrong, Steve.’

His face was painted with confusion, he closed the door and carefully took a seat next to you.

‚Are you drunk?’

‚No.’ He pursed his lips and nodded at your answer.

For a while you were sitting in silence and it was you who decided to break it, ‚Where is she then?’

‚Nancy? Inside with our friends from high school.’

‚Right.’ You gave a long nod and then brought your knees up to rest your chin on them.

‚Aren’t you cold?’ He asked, he could offer you his jacket instead but it was somehow gone.

‚No, the alcohol is keeping me warm.’ You shrugged and took another small sip.

‚I feel like there is something you’re not telling me.’

You placed your cheek on your knees to look at him and sighed, ‚I don’t want to lose you.’

‚Hey, hey, why are you saying this? You’re not gonna lose me.’ He put a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and carressed your cheek with his thimb.

You sat up and covered both of his hands with yours, ‚I already did. We both know you’re not mine and you never were.’

‚What are you talking about?’

‚Do you still love her?’

‚No. I don’t.’ He replied, but you saw how his eyes avoided yours when he gave that answer.

‚Steve, I don’t want to be the only one in this relationship, you have to be in it as well and it seems like you can’t, because she’s always on your mind.’

‚You’re delusional. I am in this relationship just as much as you are.’

‚Yeah?’ You raised an eyebrow. ‚Then when was the last time you bought me flowers?’

Silence.

‚Or the last time you took me on a date?’

Silence.

‚Or the last time you made me feel good?’

Silence.

You felt the stinging in your eyes and your nose becoming swollen, ‚I bought you flowers last Saturday. I took you out on a date three days ago to see a movie. I gave you head twice this week. So Steve, if you want to repeat that you are in this as much as me, please do.’ A soft, tired laugh escaped your lips.

He looked down at his shoes, eyes still avoiding yours.

‚Me or her, Steve?’

‚What?’ He finally met your gaze.

‚Just choose.’ You swallowed a big lump in your throat when you saw him look away. ‚Steve. Choose.’

He opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment, ‚Her.’

Every last drop of hope inside of you that wished he would choose you had evaporated into nothing. A sob tried to escape your mouth but you managed to stay calm. You stood up and walked away, he didn’t even try to catch up to you or talk to you again. There was a new feeling in your chest that had replaced the numbness. You couldn’t name it, it just felt like something inside you broke into thousand pieces, got run over and lit on fire. It died.

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