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modern!steve who facetimes his girl in the shower because he misses her, he likes see her pretty face even when he's washing his hair and he really likes when he gets out the shower and she talks him through his skincare routine so he gets it right, who only ever posts his girl and their cat, sometimes when he does post himself, he gets all these comments flirting with him, he's just very very pretty, and he always says things like you think I'm hot? then you haven't seen my gf have you? he's just that annoying, who see's his girl reading smut on her phone and starts asking her if she want's to try that, and he's completely serious, wait, how did they get in that position though? steve- what? here give me your leg let me try
who hates the lack of drive in movie theatre's around, because according to him, making out in the living room and ignoring the movie is great but making out with his girl in his lap in at the drive in would be so much better, plus the popcorn and coke tastes better outside the house, who runs through town with earphones, which wouldn't be a problem but every time he sees his girl across the street she shouts her name, so excited to see her, so excited that he forgets he's got music very loudly playing in his ears and one step away from her he's still shouting the entire conversation until she puts her hand on his arm and points to his ears, shit, sorry
who loves when his girl shops online because it means he's own little fashion show when the package arrives, it means sitting on the sofa and watching her come out in pretty dresses and short shorts, it means asking her to do a little twirl, maybe seeing if she needs help taking it off because honey that zipper looks tricky, who takes pictures of his day and sends it to his girl, so she doesn't miss anything when they're not together, pictures of what shoes he's wearing that day, what he had for breakfast, the cat he saw across the street that he's convinced has drama with their cat, him and robin at family video bored out of their minds, and a picture of her he's taken when they're together again, stevie- if you stop looking so pretty, I'll stop taking photos of you, deal?
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steve's the kind of boyfriend that will throw you in the lake then jump in after you, all dramatic like he's trying to save you, like he wasn't the one that pushed you in, he like's to remind you he was a swimmer and knows exactly what he's doing, apparently wrapping your thighs around himself and kissing your cheek was apart of his training, he's also the kind of boyfriend that shakes off like a wet dog after, he likes to give you the towel so he calls it faster air drying, not realising he's getting you wet all over again in the process <3
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steve harrington likes holding your hand as you walk down the street, intertwining your fingers and swinging your hands, he likes kissing you as you cross the road, it's not practical but every time you have to cross it reminds him that it's been a few second's since he last kissed you, he likes pulling you to the safer side of the path, without saying a word and making your stomach flip, he likes pointing at houses and telling you what parts he'd like your house to have one day, you're going to have a pretty porch and flowers in the garden <3
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A little spring picnic date with stevie (0.6k)
He had his arm thrown around her shoulder, it felt right walking down the street like this, with his jacket keeping her warm in the shade and his steps aligning with hers accidently.
He had a bag that she had made for him in his other hand, the straps wrapped around his fingers, everything inside a secret to her because he said this was his idea and he wanted to be in charge of their date.
There had been four now, maybe five if she counted the first night they kissed. It had been a lot colder then but it was still technically winter, and yet she had sat outside with him for over an hour while the party went on inside.
She wasn’t sure why he kissed her that night, but something about the way he was with her made her form a crush on him. It also might’ve had something to do with him calling her the next day, with him kissing her cheek every time he saw her after. With the sweet way he said they were dating. Now we’re dating- Who said we’re dating? I did.
“Stop trying to look.” She wasn’t even trying. Well she might’ve been just a little. He laughed at the innocent shocked look on her face, like she had no idea what he was even talking about. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. Not missing one step. She feared one day he would do that, kiss her while they were still in motion and they would both fall over.
He lead her down by the lake that had been frozen over not too long ago, he said on the phone the other night that he’d take her skating one day, when it was winter again, but he also said he was excited to see her in pretty summer dresses, which made the blood rush to her head.
He brought strawberries, blueberries, cherries, her favourite kind of chocolate chip muffins and pink frosted donuts. He had brought sparkling wine even though she was sure he had mentioned he didn’t like it before. Everything she adored, everything she would’ve brought to a picnic.
He knew her surprisingly well, so well that he anticipated that she desperately wanted to kiss him as a thank you and did it first, hand holding her cheek so carefully that she felt delicate and all kinds of pretty, his lips tasted like summer even if it was spring.
“You like it?” He asked, laughing when she threw her arms around his neck and gave him the sweetest of hugs.
“I like it.” Though it was obvious she still felt the need to say it. He made her want to say everything she thought or felt, because it seemed like he wanted to listen. He brushed his fingers along her shoulder, slipping his jacket off for her, they were no longer walking in and out of the sunshine, she didn’t need it anymore.
“Good.”
When Steve was laying back in the sun, his hair messy and soft to the touch, his eyes shut, his skin a little tanned with freckles spaced out across his jaw, she felt this fuzzy feeling, it was a good feeling, the kind that made her head hurt in a pleasing way.
She was falling for him, hard and she didn’t seem to mind. He smiled, feeling her watching him, not daring to look but grabbing her waist and pulling her down to lay beside him, her head resting on his chest as they soaked in the sun before it set and she needed his jacket again.
In his head he’s planning out a thousand other dates like this while she’s just thinking about how dizzy he makes her.
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born to be his wife, forced to be a fan. </3
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Wayne saying that his nephew looks scary is so shocking to me. especially in this scene because he’s so fucking pretty all I want to do is kiss him.
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ME WANT MORE SOFT KING STEVE
inspired by "'slut!'" by taylor swift <3
“What do you think they even talk about?”
“I don’t think Harrington is with her for any talking”
Tommy H and Carol’s quips could be heard from a few lockers down but none of it mattered with Steve’s finger tips softly brushing the length of your arm.
“You know, I think I ate too many Pringles last night” Steve jokes
“Really?” You laugh
“Yeah, hard to focus on Marty McFly when there’s an overload of salt on your tongue and a pretty girl on my arm”
“Steve….” You smile with a roll of your eyes, turning back to your locker and swapping your textbooks
“What?” He laughs, “So what do you say? Same time next week?” He lifts his weight off the locker next to yours and extends to his full hight, his arm propping himself up above his head. A few loose strands fall from his perfectly quaffed hair and it takes every fibre of your being not to brush them back into place.
“Steve, I don’t know” you say with a nervous smile and your gaze on the floor. Of course you had a great time with him last night, making sure you felt comfortable when he put his arm on your shoulders and laughing at his make shift duck lips with his chips of choice. But King Steve? Steve “the hair” Harrington with a new date every week and never called back?
He didn’t seem to be around anymore.
This Steve made an effort to drive you to school with an occasional pastry waiting for you. This Steve invited you to meet his friends (and the children he babysat) and made sure you wouldn’t be overwhelmed. This Steve was a perfect gentleman.
“Please? The new Mad Max movie comes out soon and I’d hate to go to the movies without my favourite girl. What if I take you out to dinner beforehand? Your choice?” He pleas, warm brown eyes boring into yours.
You bite your lip from the nerves this sends though your body. Another date with King Steve? Were you his next target? Surely this wasn’t for Tommy and Carol’s entertainment. Them screaming to the school that The Hair has gone for a hermit. All of this blowing up in your face the second you fell for him and - and you could feel yourself falling fast.
“Please?”
His sweet, pouting lips have you love drunk to no end, all those outside voices might be worth it for once.
“See you then, Stevie”
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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* top 5 song rotation *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
tagged by the literal loml @forevermorelovelorn <3
- @ghostlyfleur @chestharrington @yourneighbourhoodfrenchgirl
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Steve 'let me carry that for you pretty girl, please let me kiss you forever, but you still love me right, can we cuddle now, always gonna be my girl' Harrington <3
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steve is an open lover. he brings you flowers and chocolates like a cliché romance movie. he'll give you kisses that feel never ending. he protects you as if you're made of glass, ready to be shattered and it's his job to keep you safe. he'll throw rocks at your window and ask if you wanna sneak out with him. he'll openly ask for your affection in public, practically begging to kiss you and hold you. he flirts with you around other just to watch you blush. he leaves love bites on your neck to dark to cover up so people know you belong to him.
eddie is a secret lover. he's not had much attention from women before and isn't really sure how to do the whole relationship thing. he's not fond of pda, if you're with friends he'll most likely stand on the other side of the group. he might let you hold his hand. he'll never make the move if you're out in public. but he'll get upset if you don't kiss him goodbye. he'll be annoyed if he forgot about a date you had planned. he'll hold you and whisper to you that he 'never wants to let you go' and part of him will hope you didn't hear it. he'll buy you presents and pick up rocks he thinks you'll like. he's asks you to call him when you get home so he knows you're safe and he'll stay up all night by the phone until you call.
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I’ve been busy this week with homework that I’m about to launch my laptop out of a tall story building <3 but good news is that I am in the middle of writing 2-3 Steve fics that will be out soon !
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AHHHHH KICKING MY FEET AND TWIRLING MY HAIR <3333
losing track of time with your stevie <3 the sunsetting is the only sign that you've been out for hours, driving and walking around town, grabbing food and having your own little picnic off in the woods, swimming in the lake, steve drying off like a dog and getting you wet all over again, kissing with you on the hood of his car, there's just no sense of time when you're together, steve gets too lost in making you laugh and smile to notices you've been out half the day and when you do finally realise that its getting late you're sweet boyfriend does everything to keep you out, tugging softly at your hands as you head back to his car so he can drive you home, kissing your neck in hopes you'll forget, pouting and begging you to stay, you have to remind him you'll see him tomorrow, and you make him promise to call you the second he gets home because in that short time you'll start missing him too, one day when you live together you won't have to say goodbye at the end of the day, you both like to think about that a lot <3
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“I want smut”
“I want angst”
i want a cuddle but we don’t always get what we want
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Me after reading:
You Can Hear It In The Silence; S.H
Masterlist
pairing: bestfriend!stevie x fem!reader
An ongoing series of short drabbles/blurbs to do with Steve Harrington inspired by songs by Taylor Swift.
cw: mega fluffy stuff, kissing
From the moment Y/N met Steve, she felt an inexplicable connection—a bond that transcended the boundaries of their mere friendship. Growing up in the quaint town of Hawkins, Indiana, their paths intertwined at a young age, weaving together a tapestry of memories that would shape their lives in ways they could never have imagined.
As children, they were inseparable, spending their days exploring the hidden nooks and crannies of their neighbourhood, their imaginations soaring as they embarked on countless adventures. Amongst the towering trees and winding paths, they forged a bond that would withstand the test of time—a bond rooted in shared laughter, shared dreams, and shared secrets.
It was during those carefree days of youth that Y/N first realised the depth of her feelings for Steve. Amidst the laughter and playful banter, her heart whispered its silent longing, a longing she dared not speak aloud for fear of shattering the delicate balance of their friendship. And so she kept her feelings hidden, burying them beneath layers of laughter and smiles, content to cherish their bond from afar.
Yet, as they grew older, Y/N found herself drawn to Steve in ways she couldn't quite understand. His easy charm and infectious laughter had always captivated her. The freckles that adorned his skin were etched into her brain, and she could memorize every single one of them. But now, with each passing day, she found herself yearning for something more, something she couldn't quite name.
Their childhood games of make-believe weddings became a cherished tradition, a ritual that brought them closer together even as the years passed by. With makeshift veils and bouquets crafted from wildflowers, they'd exchange vows beneath the fading light of summer evenings, their laughter echoing through the quiet streets as they dreamed of a future filled with endless possibilities.
But amidst the laughter and innocent fantasies, Y/N couldn't shake the lingering ache in her heart—the unspoken desire that burned within her soul every time she looked at Steve. She longed to tell him how she felt, to lay bare her heart and soul for him to see, but the fear of rejection held her back, trapping her in a cycle of silent longing and unspoken dreams.
As they entered their teenage years, their friendship faced new challenges, navigating the turbulent waters of adolescence with its highs and lows. Yet, through it all, Steve remained a constant in Y/N's life, a source of unwavering support and comfort in the face of uncertainty.
It was during those tumultuous years that Y/N's feelings for Steve deepened, blossoming into a love that consumed her every thought and breath. She watched from afar as he navigated the complexities of young love, her heart breaking with each fleeting glance exchanged between him and another. It killed her when he’d come back from one of his dates and give her the play-by-play of the entire date. Heidi, Alison, Claire, Nancy, Rachel, and Carrie. Everyone's name killed her a little inside and hit her like a bullet to the heart.
But amidst the pain of unrequited love, Y/N clung to the hope that one day Steve would see her for who she truly was and for the love that burned within her soul. And so she buried her feelings beneath a facade of friendship, masking her true emotions behind a smile that never quite reached her eyes.
As they graduated high school and embarked on their own paths, Y/N found herself drifting further away from Steve, their once-inseparable bond slowly unravelling in the face of newfound independence. Yet, no matter how far they strayed, their connection remained unbreakable—an invisible string that bound them together across time and distance.
Years passed, and life carried on, each moment tinged with the bittersweet ache of what could have been. Yet, amidst the chaos of their busy lives, Y/N clung to the memories of their childhood, the laughter and dreams they had shared, as she struggled to come to terms with the depth of her feelings for Steve. He had aged beautifully, once a cute little boy and now a fully-fledged man with stubble on his face and round glasses that framed his chocolatey brown eyes.
It was a warm summer evening when fate intervened, drawing them back together once more in a twist of serendipity that felt almost too good to be true. As they lounged in Steve's living room, reminiscing about their childhood antics, he turned to her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Remember those weddings we used to play?" he chuckled, a hint of nostalgia colouring his voice.
Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at the memory, her cheeks flushing with a warmth that belied her hidden emotions. "How could I forget?" she replied, a shy smile playing at her lips. Looking down, trying to hide her blushed cheeks, she began to pick off the black nail varnish off her thumb.
Steve's gaze softened, his eyes searching for hers with a depth that sent her pulse racing. “You’re my best friend. You know, I always imagined that one day we'd be standing at a real altar," he admitted, his tone tinged with vulnerability that took her breath away.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as the weight of his words hung in the air between them. Steve's and Adam's apples bobbed up and down. Time stood still. It felt like an eternity. Y/N's heart swelled as the walls she had built around her feelings crumbled in the face of his honesty.
With a trembling voice, she finally found the courage to speak the words she had long kept hidden in the depths of her soul. "Stevie, I... I think I've been in love with you since we were kids," she confessed, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
In that moment, the world seemed to shift on its axis as Steve reached out to gently cup her face in his hands, his touch igniting a spark that set her heart ablaze. "Y/N, I... I love you too," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips.
It was a moment she had dreamed of countless times, yet nothing could have prepared her for the overwhelming rush of emotions that flooded her senses.
His touch was gentle yet electrifying, sending shivers down her spine as every nerve in her body ignited with a newfound passion. She melted into his embrace, her hands instinctively finding their way to his shoulders as she pulled him closer, desperate to savour every fleeting second of their kiss.
The world around them faded into oblivion as they lost themselves in the intoxicating warmth of each other's embrace. It was as if all the unspoken words and hidden desires that had lingered between them for so long were finally finding expression in the tender caress of their lips. As their tongues danced, the invisible thread began to pull them both in tighter.
In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the raw intensity of their love burning brightly amidst the darkness. It was a love that had weathered the storms of time, a love that had endured despite the odds, and now it was blossoming into something beautiful and pure.
Tagging some faves @freckledjoes @seatnights @stevesxyellowxsweater @taintedcigs @stveharringtn @strangerstilinski @forevermoreharrington @maroon-cardigan @season4steve @hollandweather @munsonsreputation @lavendermunson @supernovafics @palmtreesx3 @ghostlyfleur & any of you lovely lot who support me ily <3333
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