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hawkinsindiana · 2 years

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howdy thought you might enjoy 3.3k of you and steve on your first anniversary, christmas eve 1985

canon to almost paradise, post s3

— “you hungry?”

you tip your head back, catching a peek of steve’s face above you. you’re tucked into his side, legs tangled together in a sea of blankets and pillows. his hand on your back stills as he asks the question, palm settling between your shoulder blades. you shrug a bit, taking in his slightly tired expression behind his glasses.

you shift, propping yourself up as his words bring attention to the emptiness in your stomach, “yeah i could eat.”

the pair of you unfurl from the nest you’ve created on the couch, bathed in the warm glow from the lights on the tree in the corner — never blinking ones. steve ‘borrowed’ a few holiday movies during his shift last week and has been hellbent on watching them all with you over the past couple days. you’ve rarely left the couch since starting.

you’ve been home from chicago for about two weeks now and won’t return for another three. it’s the longest you’ve been back in hawkins since starting college, thanks to the semester break. steve and dustin came to an agreement — your boyfriend could have you for the week of christmas, minus the big day which the two of you will be spending with your family. the holiday season is extremely sentimental for you and steve, and this is the first time you get to be a couple for the entirety of it. last year you were still uneasy, reeling from a kiss that cemented your feelings for each other in stone, with both of you too afraid to make a move. but now, you’re ridiculously in love; steve feels all warm and fuzzy just thinking about it.

but with last year’s holiday anticipation stunted by insecurity and worry, he’s desperate to make up for it and create new memories to think of, hence his insistence on festivities between just the two of you this time.

you shiver a bit at the loss of warmth, tugging steve’s hoodie tighter around your neck while closely following him to the kitchen. he pops open the fridge, a strip of white light reflecting off the tile. a yawn pulls itself from your mouth.

“is there any of that pasta left or did we eat it all?”

a hint of a chuckle echoes from inside the fridge as steve roots through it, “that was yesterday’s lunch, remember?”

you whine, moving over to his other side, “i know. i loved that restaurant though. we need to go there again next year.”

steve couldn’t stop the grin that spreads over his face even if he tried. next year — you want to be with him for another 365 days.

“as long as you wear that dress,” he says, smile turning sly.

“as long as it gets me the same reaction.”

another laugh from him — of course you’d remind him of what happened before you left for your dinner reservation. he may have had to speed a bit on the drive into indianapolis but it was worth it.

rather than celebrate your big milestone in one of the less than desirable restaurants of hawkins, the pair of you made a quick trip into the capital. while she was in town last week, steve’s mom had mentioned an italian place in the city and even went out of her way to call and secure a reservation. ‘the owner owes me a favor’, she said as she pulled the phone number out of the depths of her parisian bag. steve had been a bit shocked by her willingness to help, but hesitantly accepted. your involvement in her son’s life brings out something in her that steve doesn’t quite understand yet — like she’s trying to make up for two decades of emotional neglect. he supposes it’s a start, but it’ll take a lot more than that to forgive.

it was a rather intimidating restaurant; you never would’ve thought to eat there if it wasn't for mrs. harrington’s call. you wondered if you were out of place there, until it was just the two of you tucked away at a secluded table. steve’s warm eyes — the flicker of candlelight dancing in the reflection of his pupils — made you forget everything but him. everything he’d been through seemed worth it with you seated across from him.

“however we do have that piece of carrot cake left.”

you gasp, straightening up at the thought. sharing some at dinner hadn’t been enough; you ordered one to go. your sound of surprise is enough to convince steve that’ll be the late-night snack.

he places the take-out container on the counter as you grab a couple forks from a drawer. before steve can shut the door to the fridge, his gaze is drawn to the small hand on his watch that dictates the seconds. upon seeing him frozen in place, you grow confused.

“what are you doing?”

“hold on.”

two more seconds pass — 12:00.

in an instant, steve’s spinning to throw his arms around your hips before lifting you into the air. you yelp in surprise as your socks leave the kitchen tile, hands desperately grasping at his shoulders to avoid tipping forwards. his hold on you is tight; he’d never let that happen. steve grins brightly against your ribs despite the playful hits you’re giving him, begging to be put back onto the ground in between your laughter.

after another loving squeeze, he finally sets you down, but his hands remain fused to your back. you brush some hair back from your face once you’re settled, still a bit flustered by the whole thing.

“what the hell was that for?”

steve’s smile only grows wider, impossibly so.

“it’s the twenty-fourth.”

christmas eve — a year since the night you kissed him on your porch, reassuring him that you did want him and everything that came with, solidifying the nature of your relationship. you’d never be able to go back to an innocent friendship after that, and neither of you have been the same since.

one year of you. one year of him.

at first, steve was a bit wounded after realizing that he wasn’t going to share many of his firsts with you, but after some thought he doesn’t mind it so much anymore. not when you get to be the first one he’s spent an entire year with.

a soft smile spreads across your face. you still can’t believe that this is your life — you get to say that steve’s yours. you were once grappling with overwhelming feelings that tied your stomach into knots, watching as he desperately tried to regain another girl’s attention. now you share his bed. there’s a polaroid of you taped to his bathroom mirror. a spare bottle of your perfume is next to his cologne. you borrow his clothes, just like you are right now; not a single thing you’re wearing is yours.

you snake your arms around his neck, adjusting your posture to press your forehead to his. it’s stupid how much blood rises to your cheeks with his warm skin on yours, his fingers tightly fisted in the fabric on your waist. steve looks so soft — clad in his pajamas, glasses perched on his nose, hair mussed from you tangling your hands in it the last few days, his dopey expression growing pinker by the second. he is so distinctly yours when he’s like this.

“happy anniversary.”

steve’s grin mirrors the one you have — enamored and adoring. he runs his nose along yours, nudging the swell of your cheek, “happy anniversary.”

the sentiment is sealed into your kiss; plush lips and sparkling nerves. the winter chill that invaded is banished instantly, warmth and love filling your entire body, almost overflowing to the point it feels like it’s pooling in your feet. steve sighs happily when your hands shift to cup his face, deepening the kiss and tugging him ever so slightly closer.

he doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of moments like this — the pair of you doing something simple like sharing a kiss in the kitchen at midnight, your bodies cast in the refrigerator light. if he’s honest, part of him never thought he’d see this day; it’s hard to imagine a future when your life is consistently getting upended by interdimensional forces out of your control. he can’t help but feel slightly bittersweet about it though — there’s an insane amount of comfort that comes from knowing you’ve been through this shit together, but it’s accompanied by the understanding that these awful things happen to you too.

when you finally part, steve plasters a multitude of kisses on your face until you’re giggling in his arms. he doesn’t let up, trailing his lips down your throat until they’re smiles more than anything else. you two stay here like this for a few seconds — steve nuzzled into your soft skin and tightly secured in each other’s embrace. you don’t think you’ve ever been so content.

“presents now?”

you laugh as steve’s words tickle you, spoken into you and punctuated with a rather sweet press of his lips, “you’re greedy, harrington.”

“only when it comes to you, sweetheart,” he continues, earning him a half-hearted scoff and roll of the eyes. his cheesiness never fails to charm and simultaneously disgust you. but you could never say no to him, so you’re placing your hand into one of his to lead him to the tree. the cake’s left on the kitchen counter, both of you far more distracted by your love.

your present isn’t the prettiest thing, but it doesn’t matter to steve; you went out of your way to think of something to get him for the occasion. you have plenty of other talents — gift wrapping doesn’t have to be one of them. besides, it only matters a handful of times out of the year. as soon as steve opens the box within, he melts, his body slumping while surrounded by the green wrapping paper.

“oh baby you spoil me.”

it’s a gorgeous chocolate brown sweater, woven together from thick wool that he’s certain will keep him warm when you’ve not here. gingerly, he pulls it out to take a proper look.

“it’s handmade,” you say, watching joyfully as he runs his fingers over the yarn before unfolding it in the air between you. it’s almost got a mock turtleneck, the fabric on the collar raised slightly to ensure heat will stay trapped to the body. you keep speaking as he studies the piece further, gaze roving over it lovingly.

“this woman was selling them at that winter festival thing in chicago i told you about. you don’t have anything like it so i thought…”

steve adores it when you buy him clothes. he loves wearing items you picked out specifically for him, but especially when you steal them for yourself after a couple weeks. it’s like you’re there with him when he’s wearing something you bought; the look on your face when you see him in it isn’t too bad either. it makes him feel like he’s yours.

but this… this couldn’t have been cheap. it makes him feel a bit guilty for what he’s got wrapped up for you. he almost doesn’t want to hand it over.

“i love it,” steve assures, smiling brightly to ensure you grasp his gratitude — he’ll take better care of it than himself, “thank you, i’ll wear it to your mom’s tonight.”

your face scrunches adorably at the thought. you unwind your legs from your chest in preparation for your gift; it’s stupid how much like a child you feel in this moment, sitting on the floor in front of the tree while waiting to open a present on christmas eve.

steve’s present is pristine. the harrington’s have a slew of wrapping paper and bows hidden away for when holidays and birthdays rolled around, but the wrapping was usually more well thought out than the content inside. that’s the harrington way, isn’t it? a pretty exterior with not much to show on the inside — you’d kill steve if he told you that. you almost don’t want to open it; you take a moment to memorize how it looks before peeling it open.

it’s also a sweater. something inside you blooms at the thought that you and steve had similar ideas for your presents to each other. but then your brow furrows, churning more fear into steve’s gut. he nearly yanks it away from you in embarrassment but you’ve put the pieces together before he can; his palms settle on your knees instead.

“it’s… yours?”

steve coughs, “yeah! i know you, uh, steal my shit all the time but i… i didn’t want to get you just some jewelry because you have plenty of that, but i-i guess you also have plenty of sweaters too…”

he’s floundering a bit, trying to properly articulate his thinking because with you now holding his sweater, it seems like an awfully stupid idea. especially after your amazing gift.

“i thought about getting you a book but i didn’t know which ones you haven’t read yet, so maybe you’d like something of mine? that way, y’know, you can always have a piece of me with you, but i mean this is kind of dumb in retrospe- oh okay, shit.”

as he’s speaking, you tug off the hoodie of his that was already hanging over your frame. you flash him for a moment while you make the switch, slipping your arms through the sleeves and popping your head out of the top. steve’s left blinking dumbly, swallowing harshly as his blush shifts its reasoning. you adjust it, pulling the hem down to cover your stomach; your eyes meet his seconds after, and a restrained chuckle spills from his lips.

“jesus christ, sweetheart,” steve’s hands give your knees a firm squeeze, “you gotta warn me before you do that.”

you’d accept anything steve would gift to you, but with his thought process being so unbearably sweet, you’re burning. you do miss him ridiculously when you’re not in hawkins — maybe always having this there with you will make the distance a bit easier to handle. after another moment, you recognize that it’s the maroon crewneck he wore the night of the snowball. he was wearing this when you had your first kiss in the parking lot.

you can’t wait anymore — you’re crawling into his lap, his arms enveloping you instinctually. you press your lips to his in an instant, your legs awkwardly hanging over his own, but neither of you has the mind to care. especially not when you’re grinning brilliantly against him.

“i love you,” your lips catch on his as you mutter it, whispering to him like you’re the only person on the planet who’s ever said it. the way steve kisses you could serve as his answer; you can feel every ounce of his love and passion for you in his slow and purposeful movements. but for him, it’s not enough.

“i love you too,” he replies simply — it’s anything but. you can count on your hand the number of times either of you has responded that way over the past couple months. your inside joke can resume in a few hours. for now, the pair of you deserve to bask in your love, unabashed and unforgiving.

but your bliss shatters at 1:04. the bb gun in a christmas story sounds nothing like a real one, however the visual of a gun going off is enough to send you careening down into the depths of starcourt without warning.

steve’s palms are clutching your face, panic twisting your features in between his hands. your eyes are blank, staring back into his but unable to blink the memories of last july from your view. he’s saying something to you but you can’t hear it over the sound of gunshots repeating endlessly in your ears. the scars on your arm burn.

you’re not breathing properly — your exhales are ragged and uneven followed by shallow inhales. in a moment of desperation, steve unwinds one of your trembling hands from the blankets to press it firmly to his chest. feeling your heartbeat in terrified times like these always helps him. his fingers stay wrapped around your wrist for a few seconds before he begins slowing his breaths; he prays you’ll follow his example. it kills him to see you like this.

almost a full minute passes before you truly realize that steve’s here, sitting in front of you with his hands on your skin and heartbeat pounding. you’re safe. there’s nothing to be afraid of. when your lungs finally start taking in oxygen, your breathing slows to match his and the nightmare around you melts away. you’re at steve’s. steve’s here with you. you’re safe. there’s nothing to be afraid of.

you swallow harshly as his large palm slides to cover your hand over his heart — it’s the final thing that grounds you. you continue to repeat the facts in your head as his words reach your ears for the first time.

“good, that’s good,” steve whispers, voice as soft as he can muster, “keep that up for me, okay? sweetheart?”

his thumb drags along your cheek, brushing away the single tear that fell amidst the chaos. you nod slightly, “i’m okay.”

that’s all you can force from your aching throat; you’re scared your words would betray you if you said anything else. he takes in a rather deep breath — steve knows you’re not okay, but that’s not what you’re saying. you’re reassuring him that you’re out of it now. the worst is over.

neither of you are able to sleep after that and steve doesn’t dare put on another film. soft touches and even quieter words are exchanged between you, tucked back into the security of the pillows and blankets that surround you on the couch. but no matter how much he attempts to coax you out of your head and back to him, he knows that a part of you is still down there in the russian base being tortured and forced to relive the worst moment of your life. after nearly an hour of this, he comes up with an idea.

“how about we go for a swim?”

steve’s surprised by how quickly you say yes, but something completely different could be good for you. once you’re in the warm water of the harrington’s pool — the only people in hawkins rich enough to keep their pool running in the depths of the winter — you can feel the stress wash off of you in waves. steve’s hands beneath the water, keeping purchase on your bare skin, certainly help as well. the sight of him shirtless and soaked doesn’t hurt either. but it’s a friendly competition that fully banishes the thoughts of the summer from your anxious mind.

“bet i could throw you all the way to the six foot mark,” steve says, voice muffled as he speaks into your hair. you can hear his smile; you don’t even need to look.

“ten bucks says you can’t get me to the five,” you retort, earning you a rather offended expression from your boyfriend.

“what do you mean? i work out!”

as if to prove his point, he suddenly stands, lifting you with enough ease that it makes your stomach go a bit warm. you cling to him, hands grasping at his shoulders as he situates you into position, an arm under your knees and the other across your back.

“i’m gonna count to three and then you let go, okay?”

“yeah, okay,” you nod, confirming the plan. but before he can begin, you press a quick kiss to his cheek, making him go a bit pink. it’s stupid how that makes his breath hitch in his throat.

“good luck.”

steve scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully to try and distract you from his blush, “we put money down on this, sweetheart. you’re not supposed to wish me good luck.”

“well do it just for fun then,” you reach up to brush some hair away from his forehead, forcing a shiver to roll down his spine at the feeling of your hand against his scalp, “how about instead of my money, you’ll get a real good kiss if you win.”

he scoffs again, this time out of disbelief, “well i’m not gonna say no to that.”

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sylthrein · 2 years

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365 relationships; steve harrington and nancy wheeler

you’re an idiot, steve harrington. you are beautiful, nancy wheeler.

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literally that scene in ep 6

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I would like to talk about the intense state of stress Eddie was in for pretty much the entirety of season 4 and how Eddie used teasing/flirting with Steve as a kind of stress relief

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n°5

Ronance X Reader Smut Imagine

Request for Anon

Say please

Words: 1.8K

Warning:

18+ only

She/her pronouns are used, praise kink, including 'Mommy kink', submission and dominance kink described, handcuffs, vibrators. oral sex, kissing, finger play and spanking are mentioned.

Robin and Nancy have been together for over a year, their sex life was full of different experiences but one that they had discussed frequently was a threesome.

You had been in their inner circle since the beginning, they knew that you had the biggest crush on both of them. They had discussed the idea of bringing you into the equation at length.

They flirted with you every day at school, testing the waters to see if you would truly do anything. When you were on your own with either of the girls, you flirted relentlessly but grew nervous around both of them. Not wanting to seem like you were sabotaging their relationship.

One rainy Friday, you all organized to study at your house. The girls seemed keen, they had mentioned earlier in the day that they needed to rush home to “change”

By change, they were really grabbing some of their sex toys. Wanting to try with you in your room, they knew that it would be where you would feel the safest.

They arrived not long after school finished, their faces were full of mischief and glee. You assumed that they had, had sex but they just looked at each other making you feel more confused.

Once upstairs, you sorted out your study books. You were lying on your double bed with both the girls either side of you. You looked through your textbook as music blasted through your stereo, the girls were lying on their stomachs.

Looking bored as they flickered through their school books, you stumble onto a question after trying to figure it out. You give up struggling and decide to ask the girls for help. Nancy is smart so she might know the answer.

“Nancy? Could you help with this question please?

“Say pretty please”

“Pretty please Nancy”

She had moved closer to you now, you could feel her breath on your skin. Your eyes met Robin’s who just winked at you.

“Good girl”

Shivers were sent down your spine, your body felt hot. You wanted to hear her say it again.

“Again”

You whispered, hoping that she didn’t hear. Turning your attention down to the question in front of you, Nancy’s mouth was close to your ear now. Only you and her could hear both of your words.

“Good girl”

“Now let’s get on with this question”

Nancy helps you through the question, after 2 tries you are able to correctly answer it. You felt pleased with yourself, Nancy’s body was hovering over yours with her left hand supporting her body weight.

You wanted to stay like this forever, you secretly enjoyed Nancy praising you.

“Look at what such a good girl she’s been Robin”

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n°4

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n°3

Robin X Femreader Smut Imagine:

I can't believe this is happening

Based off a dream by: @oo0lady-mad0oo

You and Robin the best of friends, seeing each other daily at school, in band practice and after school. Steve began to grow of all the time you guys spent together, always interrogating you both about whether there was a secret relationship happening that he wasn't in on.

You had fancied Robin since the moment your eyes met in the crowded hall just after band performance, you had been new to the school and were nervous to perform strongly in band practice. She reassured you that day, offering you lessons to improve your band practice. You soon grew close.

You came out to her about liking girls, anxious of her reaction her but she assured you that you were not the only girl who liked girls. Winking at you.

One night after a failed attempt at studying, you popped into Family Video to see Robin and Steve packing away a pile of video tapes chatting together. The noise of the door making Robin jump, a little squeal escaped her mouth causing you to smirk. She looked super cute trying to hide the fact that the noise was her, blushing at you.

Steve stood up and tilted his head to you,

''Alright'' he was clasping a bunch of video tapes firmly in his hands, his eyes staring into your soul.

He'd never tell Robin but he'd always thought you were cute.

You walked to the back of the shop, still aware that Robin was hiding from you. Assuming that she was talking about you.

Scanning the comedy movies until you noticed a new film had come out 'Ferris Bueller's day off' intrigued you picked it up, bringing it to the counter where Robin had popped up from beneath the counter.

You smirked as she ran the video tape through.

''Fancy giving this a watch with me? Its a new release isn't it?'' you softly spoke, edging closer to her. You felt her body tense up, there had always been an uncontrollable amount of tension between you two.

''Uh, Yeah it is. But sure, I'll be round yours once I clock off which is in an hour'' she smiled at you kind of awkwardly, winking at her as you grabbed the video tape and left.

An hour and 30 minutes later, you heard your doorbell ring. Getting up from the couch where you had arranged some snacks for you both. Robin had changed out of her Family Video clothing and into a soft green t-shirt and jeans with black boots, her hair was still wet from an obvious shower.

She looked irresistible.

Inviting her in, she sat awkwardly on the couch as you put the video into the television. You joined her waiting for the movie to start, making conservation you ask her about her day until the movie title screen blasts out noise causing you both to jump.

After relaxing, you both settle down into the couch munching on food. Robin keeps glancing over to you between scenes in the movie. Her laugh filled the room, the actress that Robin was clearly fixated on was annoying you.

She was pretty but you wanted her attention. Craved her attention, wanting to know what she tasted like.

You didn't notice that you had been staring at Robin, you turned to focus on the tv. Licking your lips, all the time you just wanted to kiss her.

Her attention was snatched once more to the beautiful actress, throwing her head back laughing looking at you. Her face was closer to you now, your breath was hitting her face as you stared at her in amazement.

Without thinking, you touched her face with your hand causing her to whimper in shock. Her face turned to look at you as you caressed her face, bringing her lips closer to yours. Robin was hesitant but kissed you softly back.

It wasn't long before she pushed you onto the couch kissing you aggressively, soft moans escaping both of your mouths. Switching positions as you lay on top of her, both of you now in your underwear. She looked stunning in her pastel pink lace underwear and matching sports bra, looking nervous as you kiss down her body.

You pull off her underwear with her teeth, growling as you lick down until you reach her clit. Her body quivers, you suck hard on her clit making her moan. Her hips bucking as she rides your face, grinding her clit against your tongue. Moaning loudly with pleasure, you insert your fingers inside her vagina. Feeling her wet pussy as you fuck her.

She cums hard in your mouth, removing your fingers you lick up her vagina and back on her clit again.

''No, Let me fuck you''

She pushes you off her, forcing you on your back. Pulling down your underwear and began grinding her clit against yours, as she kissed you passionately.

As your pussies moved together, watching her in pleasure. She looked wonderful and hot at the same time as she fucked up. Her hands wandered around your neck, choking you lightly not wanting to hurt you.

''Oh god I can't believe this is actually happening'' giggling through her orgasm.

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n°2

Eddie Munson would definitely push your head into the pillow as he fucked you from behind, muffling your moans

He’d be interested in wearing a cock ring as he choked you, enjoying the vibrations as it slid in and out of you.

Your voice going hoarse, his hands holding your arms above you. Your clit grinding against the bed, your body shaking as his tip hit your soft spot.

Eddie Munson’s rings would feel cold against your skin, his lips nibbling on your neck.

Whispering “you’re such a good girl, taking my cock aren’t you” as you whine and whimper.

593 notes - publié le 25 novembre 2022

Mon billet n°1 en 2022

Steve Harrington likes to fuck you slowly, his hands are intertwined with yours as he slide in and out of you. Wanting to truly feel you, hitting your soft spot with long and soft strokes.

His moans are raspy and hot against your ear, his lips peppering your neck and collarbones. He loves to watch you shiver as he blows on the wet spot.

His hands tightening as he would slowly move your legs around his back, shivering and whimpering as he’d try his hardest not to speed up. Even as you whispered in his ear, his pace would stay the same.

Your hips would buck beneath him, groaning and begging to speed up but his hands would slide around your neck and squeeze tightly.

His eyes would roll back as he’d continue to move so slowly, riding slowly through his orgasm. Only at the end would he speed up, his fingers would play with your clit as he came hard inside you.

Ensuring that you came too, your pleasure was important to him but he enjoyed edging you through slowly fucking you.

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shiro-kasai · 5 years

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Steve Harrington — Stranger Things

Do I have to explain why I love Steve ? Steve has a really good character arc, you can see him becoming a better person and a compelling character! He becomes so nice and so strong. Dear Mom Steve becoming so important for these adventurous children is one of my favourite things about this show :)

(If you know who made this challenge, message me so I can credit them ;) )

#stranger things #steve harrington #my life #365 favourite characters

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syltheriin-blog · 5 years

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365 characters; steve harrington (stranger things)

i may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but turns out i’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter.

#steve harrington #st #steveharringtonedit #strangerthingsedit #stedit #365 #*#stranger things

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tomatostyle · 7 years

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365 day drawing challenge day 302 Stranger Things Steve Harrington Finish watching stranger things 2 last night! It was awesome!

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forever-not-me · 6 years

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6/365 This ones sketchy but meh.

#Steve #365 #Art #Penelopeheartart #Meant to be steve harrington from stranger things #But its not rendered enough

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ihni · 2 years

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I posted 2 206 times in 2021

287 posts created (13%)

1919 posts reblogged (87%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 6.7 posts.

I added 1 157 tags in 2021

#harringrove art - 222 posts

#billy hargrove - 161 posts

#harringrove - 134 posts

#harringrove ficlet - 105 posts

#steve harrington - 102 posts

#billy hargrove art - 100 posts

#video - 94 posts

#stranger things - 92 posts

#ihni doodles - 79 posts

#lol - 68 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and he's like apologizing and saying sorry that he couldn't save him and it's a confession and it's heartfelt and full of spelling mistakes

My Top Posts in 2021

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Happy Midsummer!

In Sweden, there’s an old tradition that says that if you pick seven different kinds of flowers on the night of Midsummer’s Eve (and do not speak while doing it, or for the rest of the night), and you put the flowers under your pillow - you dream of the love of your life, or the one you are destined to marry.

Since it’s Midsummer’s Eve here today, I couldn’t NOT draw this.

Happy midsummer to all of you :)

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A little doodle for @platypanthewriter‘s birthday today! Happy birthday!

Inspired by their story “Steve Harrington: Home Alone” (chapter 3). <3

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I’m pretty sure this was born from a conversation with @callieb on the discord, some time ago ...

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #year in review #at least up until today #the year is not over yet #also good thing i removed that goddamn post that blew up or that would have been number one for sure #drove me crazy it did #me

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sylthrein · 4 years

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365 characters; steve harrington (stranger things)

i may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but turns out i’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter.

#steve harrington #stranger things #st #steveharringtonedit #moodboard #stedit #strangerthingsedit #365 #mine #*#strangersource #stdaily #userjojo #dailyharrington

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dearrrabbit · 2 years

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1. + 2. harringsmith

this is pre-harringsmith but steve’s really gay and oblivious so i think that counts! mutual pining. i used tinydecisions to choose who was in the match can u tell

“hey, anybody ever tell you’ve got really blue eyes?”

steve feels something in him curl with relief and a little shine of pride when quentin rolls his eyes, shifting to kneel more comfortably in the mud beside his prone body, unwinding a roll of bandages. quentin’s been quiet all match, quiet and angry and motivated and if steve were the same fool he was when he first fell into this place, he’d think this par for the course.

but he knows it’s just because quentin’s worried. they’re stuck on badham - thankfully, thank fucking god, the match is not with freddy - but just the area itself sucks the life and energy out of his friend. and fuck, of course it would. steve can see why. he’s hoping the sooner they can get the fuck out of this horrible hellscape, the sooner quentin can relax, and he’s adamant on that. he’ll get this shit done. for his friend. a friend.

and if he can make quentin smile at a few off-handed pickup lines, it’s neither here nor there. it’s just what any guy would do for his friend.

“the blood loss is getting to you.” quentin’s reply is so hushed, steve doesn’t catch it immediately, and instead tries not to cough, suddenly feeling cold where the blood soaks his back. man, that kid from the legion really puts her whole, runty body weight into flaying them alive.

“nah, man. they are… azure.” he grins, trying to catch quentin’s eyes again, “cornflower. i don’t even know, dude.”

quentin coughs out a noise that could have been a strangled laugh. “are you like this all the time?” he pulls the bandage tightly, rummaging through his medkit to find the syringe and sticking steve with a bit too much glee to be normal.

“24/7, 365. it’s the harrington effect.” he nods, and shivers. nobody ever tells you how cold you get when you bleed out, it’s such bullshit. you think, oh, i’m bleeding out, that’s awful, at least all my blood from my body should be toasty. nope. it congeals on you. bogus.

quentin’s hands shake and he shoots a concerned look up at his medic, surprised when he catches him laughing. full-on, shoulder-shaking snorting cackles. it’s kind of infuriatingly pretty. steve can’t believe it, licks his lips, and thumps his head back against the grass because he can’t help but laugh too, but he’s more bewildered than anything. “what did i say?”

“fuck, man… you’re weird.” quentin sighs out, shaking his head with one last little chuckle, “you flirt with everybody like that? talking about bleeding out?”

oh. steve licks his lips again, maybe he had said that part out loud. he lets out a little laugh of his own, glad there isn’t quite enough blood in his body to go red, and is quick to rebut, “nah, you’re the only one i have eyes for. shit, seriously dude, your eyes are really blue.”

quentin snorts, and holds out his hand, standing while he brushes at his black-wash jeans. after a moment, steve takes it, wincing as the wound on his back pulls at the gauze. he drags steve to his feet, which immediately makes steve double over in wooziness, and quentin make a noise of alarm and steady him out with two arms.

“this is why we’re friends.” he’s dimly aware of talking, but in the detached way most people are aware of breathing, as black spots swim in and out of his vision. quentin hums, for some reason, still here, still enduring his bullshit as they get this wobbly show on the road. “hey, hey, hey, for real though. if you need me, i’m always there.”

quentin goes tense at this, and for one silent moment, steve thinks he’s fucked up, assumed too much and gotten too comfortable, in the way he’s known to do. he braces himself for the rejection, but it never comes, quentin shuffles a little closer to him, even.

“thanks, bud. for now, i really need you to shut up.” quentin gets out finally, and tugs them both down as frenzied breathing draws nearer, their heartbeats hammer in their chest as the girl lets out a yell of frustration, and kicks the pallet across from them, before turning on her heel to tromp off after their teammates.

“my hero.” steve mumbles, and a snicker behind them alerts the two to meg’s approaching form.

“hey, the slug and quentin,” she calls under her breath, “c’mon, you two. the last generator’s by the exit gate, and ace’s working on it now.”

“fuck you, meg, fuck you forever,” steve groans, “you know she dropped me, and just scoffed? that’s, like, totally bogus.”

“i’m considering following her lead.” quentin jokes in that dry, flat way of his. or maybe it wasn’t a joke and at any minute, steve will reacquaint himself with the ground. he isn’t too bothered either way, he might deserve a little tumble into the weeds for being difficult.

“slugsteve, stug.” meg comments as they all slink away, a wary ear out for the sounds of the frenzied legion member, “just don’t drop him on his face, quentin, we’d really hate for that to happen.”

ace barely looks up from the wires he’s twisting together before he says, “would we?” and steve whines, like a child, because he is a child, thank you very much. quentin takes ace’s side, and they seem to exchange a whole conversation in glances, while meg tugs steve down after he stands there too long , looking vaguely lost.

“don’t worry, hasselhoff,” quentin’s suddenly nudging him, “entity’ll restock you on all that blood you lost.”

steve feels warm. he can’t help but grin down at his hands, sluggishly twisting at the dials, feeling giddy the way an eight grade stevegirl feels giddy about the cute boy in biology smiling at himher. but, platonically. it’s good to have a friend.

meg stifles another snicker and he blinks at her, “what’s funny?”

“nothing, nothing,” she reassures, standing as the generator pops and the exit gates let out a mighty chime. “i’ll tell you later.”

she never does tell him later. but when they dash out of the exit, quentin’s side brushes against his, and he forgets all about meg, what was funny, and anything that isn’t the boy right next to him.

#harringsmith #dbd #writing prompts #anons #steve harrington #quentin smith

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