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Hey! I don't know if this counts as 🌽 but I wanted to request one with Steve based on you are in love by taylor swift, you can choose the phrase or just the song in general and anyway I've been binging your masterlist and I am in love with it <3

this totally counts my sweet thank you!! this song is so sweet like UGH! my favorite part of this song has always been "One night he wakes/Strange look on his face/Pauses, then says/You're my best friend". anyway, thank you for your kind words <3 i hope you like this! fem!reader and fluff __

"Shit."

You're woken up by a soft curse followed by a not-so-soft thud. The bedroom is dark and it feels like you've been asleep for mere minutes.

"Steve?" you whisper. You know it's him -- you're in his room, after all -- but it doesn't hurt to check.

"Yeah," he murmurs back. "Sorry for waking you. Can I turn on a light now?" You reach for your bedside table and find your lamp. The warm glow makes you squint and yawn, but at least now you can see him. He looks guilty but his expression is fond, his belt is undone and he holds his shirt in his hands like he was undressing in the dark. Which, you suppose, he was.

"Hi, handsome," you say. He flushes. "What time is it?"

"12:30. Just got back." You managed to fall asleep only an hour ago. Still, you're glad to see him. Just looking at him makes you feel warm and happy.

"Kinda early, Steve. Eddie's parties usually go till 2 or 3." He just shrugs and sheds his jeans before opening drawers in search of sleep pants.

"You still feeling sick?" You were both supposed to go tonight, but you got a headache before dinner that wouldn't leave you alone. You practically forced Steve to go without you, telling him you'd just sleep it off in his room.

"Not really." You yawn, closing your eyes and stretching like a cat in his bed. When you open them he's got his sweatpants on and he stands at the edge of the bed watching you. "What?" you ask.

"You're pretty," he says. You blow a raspberry at him for his flirting. He laughs at you and goes to brush his teeth. You opt to snuggle back into the covers and let him turn off the light.

He does and gets into bed beside you, bringing his face close to yours. The expression he wears isn't one you see on him very often -- it's like he doesn't know what to say.

"Why'd you come back so early, Steve?" You reach out to trace a line down his nose.

"Missed you," he says. "Wasn't as fun without you."

"Sorry," you frown. "I wish I had just come."

"No, that's not what I'm saying." He grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth to kiss your open palm. "I always miss you when you're not there. You're my best friend. Every room is better with you in it." A lump forms in your throat at his words. Steve calls you a lot of things -- his pretty girl, his sweetheart, his baby, his girlfriend. But he's never said this to you before.

"You're my best friend, too, Steve." He smiles softly and you scoot closer so you can kiss him. You're still a little sleepy so it's a clumsy, sloppy thing, but you just have to touch him. You want to say more, you want to tell him that you love him, but you think maybe you'll save that for another time.

When you pull away you can see it written on his face: he loves you too.

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🌽 do you know joe's song mutual future? i think that song is very steve-core

djo is something else dude i love to listen to this song in the summer. I'm really stuck on the line "whisper to me everything's gonna be alright" so i took that and ran w it! here's some of reader x steve when they're having a spat (part 2 here) __

The argument stopped being productive ages ago. You're talking in circles and you have to keep forcing your voice down from a yell and you just want to put your head in your hands. Steve is talking, running his hands through his hair and looking frustrated.

"Steve," you interrupt him. "I think we need to take a break." His mouth slams shut and his eyes widen in something akin to horror when you realize what you've just implied. You scramble to backtrack and clarify before he thinks you want to leave him.

"Just from the argument! I just need to go on a walk or something."

"Christ," he says. "Yeah, sure, I...yeah." He looks tired and stressed. That's why it had started -- you're both at the ends of your ropes and it just makes things tense, sometimes. You go to your room to grab a sweatshirt and your sneakers and when you come back through the kitchen he's right where you left him.

"Hey," he says quietly, "can I ask you something?" He holds out one hand and you're mad still but not enough to shy away from his touch.

"What is it?" He sighs. The fight has gone out of him, clearly.

"Is everything going to be alright? Are we going to be alright?" He squeezes your hand and you know that if you said no he'd respect that, but it's not even close to how you're feeling.

"Of course, Steve. I need to go on a walk to think a little and not be here so I don't say something I don't mean and hurt us both, okay? But I'll come back." You love him every second of every day, even when you're fighting. Especially when you're fighting. And you'll always come back to him.

"Space is good," he nods, agreeing. "Wear a jacket, maybe? It's chilly," he says. l love you, he means.

"Okay," you say, letting go of his hand and heading out. I love you too, you mean.

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🌽 since we’re talking abt it I have to: “you have bewitched me body and soul. And I love… I love… I love you” just Steve being COMPLETELY INFATUATED WITH READER 🥺😭

you bet i can!! gonna actually run wild w this bc I'm wahhhhhh thinking about steve just being obsessed and so in love <3 ___

You struggle to keep your hand in Steve's as he pushes you both through the crowded house, up the stairs and into the bathroom. He shuts the door behind him and locks it, looking at you through the hair that has fallen into his eyes.

"I think we're too old for this," he pants. His eyes are bright but you're both pretty much sober. You've only split one beer between you since Steve drove here, but the downstairs was getting a little too crowded.

"I can't believe I'm tired and it's only 11:30." You hop onto the tiny counter and Steve moves between your legs and traces shapes into the top of your bare thighs. "Did you see Robin? She was way too good at that keg stand for someone who claims to be clumsy." You play with Steve's collar as you prattle on about your friends, the people you saw downstairs, and the things you have planned for the week. It's nice to be in the bathroom with him, though you can still hear the pulsing music through the walls.

Steve, for his part, just looks at you. He drinks his fill, listening to your words while admiring the shape of your lips and the scar on your temple from when you were a kid and the arch of your eyebrows. He maps every part of your face though he's spent hundreds of hours looking already. And he can't swallow it down this time, the fondness and affection he feels for you every second.

"Hey," he says softly. You stop talking immediately, your focus all on him. His eyes bore into yours and you blush a little. He's looking at you like --

"I love you," he says. He's been thinking it for weeks now and saying it feels as easy as breathing.

"Yeah?" you murmur. Your hand travels up his neck and into his hair.

"Yeah. Couldn't keep it in anymore." He looks so happy you want to tuck him into your ribcage and keep him safe from anything that might make him otherwise.

"I love you too, Steve." You say it with your full chest, sure that he knows already. He leans in and brushes his nose against yours before kissing you sweet and slow. It's a kiss that tastes like all of the nights like this and mornings after and every tomorrow you have with Steve to look forward to.

You kiss and kiss and kiss and then there's a pounding on the door.

"Fuck off!" Steve yells, lips still pressed to yours.

"Baby," you laugh into his mouth. "Steve, they might actually need the bathroom!"

"You think we don't?" He asks, pulling away from you. "Important stuff going on in here." He reaches out to straighten your shirt and fix your hair, fussing with gentle fingers.

"Well, let's just take it home then." You mean his house, but anywhere with Steve is home. And you want to kiss every single inch of him. He loves you.

"Home," he echoes, grinning. "Sounds perfect."

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the you are in love one was just precious and omg that's my favorite line from the song too! It's just so cute

Can i request another one, if it's okay? I was thinking 🌽 with "I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck, not because he owns me but cause he really knows me" (I'm just a sucker for ts songs) with Steve, please <3

request as many as you want baby!!!!! I'm so glad u liked it :) more t swift for the win! this is just like, so fluffy i made myself ill -- Steve reaches across the gear shift to run his fingers along the gold chain around your neck.

"Where did this come from?" he asks. You're watching the Arcade door for the kids but turn to him at his touch.

"A jewelry store," you say. Steve taps your collarbone and scoffs.

"Smartass." He pulls on the necklace and frees the charm that's tucked into your shirt. You grab it before he can see, suddenly a little embarrassed. Steve removes his hand immediately.

"You okay?" he asks. His jump to concern for you softens you and you open your palm to show him the charm: a gold "S."

"Is that "S" for...smartass?" He's grinning, eyes warm.

"Steve," you mumble. "I'm wearing your initial around my neck and you want to bully me?" He thumbs the letter in your palm, the pad of his finger warm on your skin.

"It kinda feels like it's my job to buy you shit ," he says softly. "But I don't think I considered you'd want...this."

"I got it for myself." You drop the necklace and entwine your fingers, bringing them to your thigh. "To keep you close, I guess. It's stupid --"

"No," Steve says. "No, baby, it's so damn sweet I don't know what to do with myself. You're wearing my initial around your neck, I mean, Christ." He laughs to himself, a soft, bright sound.

"Well, I guess it's just because you're mine, Steve. And I'm yours."

"Yeah?" he says, leaning in to hover his lips over yours. "Gotta get one for me, too." You smile against his mouth and his other hand comes to tangle in the chain.

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from the 🌽 corn maze since there are so many asks about pride and prejudice and im obsessed with jane austen

that scene at the end of the 2005 movie where mr.darcy kisses elizabeth and then calls her mrs.darcy is so heart throbbing i was wondering if you could do something similar like that with steve?

love your work and you’re incredible 🫶💕 i’m so proud of you for hitting 500!!!

steveharringtonarchives we all owe you our LIVES you are the BEST!!!!! thank u for all u do, genuinely. <3 i hope you like this!! fem!reader __ You get back into Steve's car with a frown. He reaches out for some of the popcorn you're carrying and has a handful in his mouth before he notices your expression.

"Whswrng?" he says. He grimaces before chewing and swallowing and trying again. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Guy who sold me popcorn called me that," you mutter. It's a common enough pet name, sure, but you don't like hearing it directed at you from someone who isn't Steve. As it is, your boyfriend's eyebrows shoot up.

"Want me to go say something?" He won't unless you tell him to -- the thought of another guy coming onto you pisses him off, sure, but you can handle yourself. You shake your head.

"Nah," you say, reaching for some popcorn. The movie should start soon. You scoot over to lay your hand on his thigh.

"I can call you lots of other things, y'know. Baby is kinda ordinary, anyway." He reaches to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. "Let's try some other ones."

"Give me your best, Harrington." He sets his gaze on your face to see your reactions.

"Sweetheart."

"That's normal for us, Steve."

"Pretty girl." He uses that one when he's missed you a lot. You nod, telling him it's acceptable.

"Darling...or dear?"

"You sound like my dad talking to my mom, Steve." He smirks.

"Mrs. Harrington." It's your turn to raise your eyebrows. His hand moves from your hem to twine his fingers with your own on his leg. Though he's joking, you can see he wants to know what you think.

"Someday," you tell him. "Sounds nice, though." He says your first name then, soft and gently like precious cargo. It's what he calls you late at night when you're tangled up in each other, breathless. When there are no barriers, no nicknames. Just the two of you.

"Stevie," you say back. He looks pleased as punch, grinning ear to ear. It's so easy to make him happy, you've found out. All you have to do is love him, which is the easiest thing in the world.

"That's me," he says. He leans in to kiss you just as the drive-in screen powers up and the movie starts.

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🌽 im thinking of that line from 10 things i hate about you where she's talking to patrick and she goes. "am i that trabsparent? i want you i need you oh baby oh baby 🙄" with however u see fit !

omg some sarcasm i love it! i'm thinking about this but it's a little less enemies to lovers a little more just light teasing. i went w eddie here, hope you like! <3 __

"I didn't actually ask you to meet because I want drugs," you confess. The picnic table scratches the backs of your bare thighs. You wonder who the last person to sit here was. "Sorry," you add.

Eddie's grin doesn't budge, though his eyes soften. He just shuts his lunchbox and puts his face in his hands, elbows propped up on the wood.

"That's fine," he says. "You okay?"

You'd asked him at lunch if you could meet in the woods after school. It's possible you could be called friends -- you're biology partners and have worked on a few projects together at your house. But you heard a rumor that Eddie liked you. Which is great, because you've developed a crush on him, too.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You smile at him, twisting your fingers together under the table. "I heard something that I wanted to ask you about."

He doesn't look guarded, not exactly, but he looks weary. You suppose that he's heard lots of rumors about himself over the years, so you rush to reassure him it's nothing bad.

"Dustin told Steve who told Robin who told me that you told him that you thought I was...cute. And that you were maybe going ask if I wanted to go out with you." A flush spreads across his cheeks and down his neck. You feel your courage waning and you just keep talking.

"And sometimes I feel like you stare at me in class, and you started buying the kinds of mints I like, and when you drive me home you play the station I listen to --" He laughs at you but it's not cruel. It's like when you tease him during lab. It's bright and full of joy.

"Am I that transparent?" he says. He brings a palm to his forehead and mimics a swoon. "I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby!" You dissolve into giggles.

"So I heard right?"

"You heard right." He drums his fingers on the metal of his lunchbox. "Is that okay?"

"It is," you tell him. "It's what I was hoping you'd say."

"So, no weed, but maybe, if you want to, we can go for a drive? Check out the record store?" You stand from the bench and hold a hand out for him to hold.

"C'mon, Munson. Date me."

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🌽 corn maze

this is kind of hurt/comfort vibes,, but the lines

“are you tired of me yet? i’m a little sick right now but i swear, when i’m ready i will fly us out of here.”

from the song home by cavetown with whoever you’d like!!

bri i love this so much!!! im feeling like eddie for this one <3 poor insecure baby we gotta tell him we love him so much __ "I'm sorry," Eddie says. His voice is rough and you can tell he's furious with himself. "I'm so fucking sorry."

"Eddie --" You try to get a word in over the phone but it's like he doesn't hear you. It's not a huge deal, really. Eddie forgot you had planned to go to the movies tonight and ran a late Hellfire session instead. You'd called the trailer and Wayne said he'd leave Eddie a note, which he clearly just came home to.

"I know I do this sometimes and Hellfire is important but you told me this plan last week and I should have remembered --"

"Baby, slow down--"

"Are you tired of me yet? I know I messed up today and I mess up a lot but if you give me the chance I swear I'll pick you up and we can do anything you want --"

"Eddie!" You practically shout into the receiver. "Please listen to me." He doesn't respond so you dive in.

"I'm bummed, obviously. I wanted to spend time with you tonight. But I'm not tired of you, Eddie. I hope I never make you actually think that."

"I really am sorry, sweetheart." You imagine him with his head in his hands, ringed fingers rubbing at his eyes.

"I know you are," you tell him. "I accept your apology. Do you want to come over? Sneak in my window?" You hear him grab his keys from the counter.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes." You can't wait to give him a hug.

"20, Eddie! Don't speed!"

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omg 🌽 is so cute this is so fun — i love beach read by emily henry so “when i watch you sleep, i feel overwhelmed that you exist” and/or “you are so perfectly favorite person” with steve pretty please <3

first of all, TASTE! i love emily henry and beach read ruined my life. i think about joe keery as gus OFTEN. anyway, here's some tooth-rotting fluff about sleeptalking with steve <3 ___

It's the middle of the night when a deep, scratchy voice coaxes you awake. You blink, eyelids heavy as you take in the dark room.

"M'favorite person," Steve mutters. "M'baby." You turn onto your side to face him, but his eyes are closed, his cheek smushed into his pillow.

"Steve?" you whisper, your sleepy brain trying to make sense of what's happening in front of you.

"Love you," he mutters. Oh, you think. He's sleeptalking. About...you.

"Love you too, Stevie," you whisper, suddenly overwhelmed. He smiles into the sheets, a soft, lazy thing, and you smile back though he can't see you. "Love you so much." You bring a hand to gently smooth his hair back, and he sighs.

"You're like a dream," he says. "Everything I ever wanted." Maybe it's because you're still half-asleep, but your eyes prick with tears. Steve tells you these things in his waking hours, too, but knowing that you're on his mind even when he's sleeping is something else.

"Sometimes I can't believe you're real," you confess to the darkness. He moves then, reaching out into the empty air until he finds you and pulls you to him. His breathing hasn't changed, so you're sure he's still asleep.

He doesn't say anything else, just relaxes into you, like you're exactly what he's been looking for. You snuggle into him and close your eyes, wondering if you'll ever get used to this.

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ive been listening to too much taylor swift

🌽 CORN MAZE: With "Losing him is blue like I've never known" bc im in an angsty mood with Steve? Pretty please emma?

sweet athena you know me i can't JUST do angst, so we start there and go back to fluff at the end <3 love u and let me know what u think! -- "There's no way he'll forgive me," you stutter out. "It's been three days and he hasn't said a word and I don't blame him."

Robin rubs your back as you cry into your hands. You haven't stopped crying, really, ever since you left Steve at his house, a shocked look on his face. After you yelled at him and said things you'll never forget.

"You won't know until you ask," Robin says. "I'm sure he wants you to."

"Has he said that?"

"Hey," she chastises. "I've told you both a million times that I won't play middle-man when you fight. But I can be there for both of you."

"No, you're right. Sorry." A fresh sob swells in your throat. "Sometimes I just get so overwhelmed with how much I feel for him and it scares me. And I just freaked out."

The doorbell rings. Robin looks at you and you nod, so she putters down the stairs to answer it. Hushed voices and footsteps and someone comes back into your room.

"Who was it?" you ask her, face in your hands.

"Uh, hi," Steve says. You sit up so fast you wobble a little on the bed. "Can I come in?"

"Steve," you breathe. "I should be coming to you. Not the other way around."

"Yeah, well," he shrugs. He looks tired. "Didn't want to wait any longer."

"I'm sorry." You stand but keep your distance, just in case. "I'm so sorry, Steve. I didn't mean any of those things that I said. It was cruel of me to call you stupid and you have to know I don't think you are, and I'm just stressed about trying to figure out if I'm actually going to go to college but that's no excuse for taking it out on you when you were just trying to be kind because you're always kind to me --"

You're crying now, but he doesn't say anything. You keep talking, desperate for him to at least know you didn't mean any of it.

"And I understand if this is it for us because you should be with someone who treats you the way you deserve because you're the best man I've ever met and you don't have to forgive me but you have to know I didn't mean it and you're amazing and I love every inch of you --" He puts his hands up and you stop immediately.

"Okay, that's enough," he sighs. "I thought it would feel good to hear you apologize but it just makes me feel sick to stand so far away from you. C'mere, please." He opens his arms and you fly into them. "It hurt, I won't lie," he says into your hair. "But I know you didn't mean it. Just good to hear you say so."

"If you want more space --"

"No," he says firmly. "I don't. I'm not breaking up with you, either."

"I love you, Steve," you say. "So much I don't know how to deal with it sometimes."

"I know the feeling," he whispers and just holds you and holds you and holds you.

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🌽 Ok possibly confusing, but my fave song line atm is 'forever deja vu' so I choose that with our mutual fave Stevie Harrington plz & thank you! Congrats on the huuuge milestone too, am loving your stuff gorgeous 🥰

thank you so much!!!!!! <3 love some deja vu! im taking this as an opportunity to finally tackle "bullshit" and steve w a drunk reader : ) hope u like! ___

"Bullshit!"

Steve hears your shout from where he stands in the kitchen. His head whips up from his conversation with Eddie, searching the room for you. His gut churns.

"You okay, dude?" Eddie asks. Steve nods, barely listening.

"Be right back," he says, already moving towards your voice. He finds you sprawled on the floor in the corner of the party, legs up on a chair and his best friend next to you.

"That is such bullshit, Robin," you shout again, slurring a little. "There's no way Asia is better than The Cars." Your red solo cup is balanced on your stomach as you argue about what to play next.

"It's not bullshit," Robin retorts. "Asia is like, the moment."

Steve flinches every time he hears the word. It's silly, honestly, considering he and Nancy are friends now and that was ages ago. It's just that this is the first real party you've been to together and while he considers his memory to be shitty, he's getting deja vu.

"You okay down there?" he asks you. You break into a smile at the sound of his voice.

"Steve!" you cry, sitting up and remembering the cup on your stomach too late. The pink drink spills all over your shirt and onto the floor. "Shit," you say. Robin laughs, but Steve jumps into action, grabbing your hands to pull you up.

"Can you help me clean this?" you ask him, a little sheepish. He nods and pulls you back to the kitchen to the sink, taking the space Eddie seems to have vacated. He hopes Robin will find something for the floor.

"Sorry, Steve," you say. "I'm drunk enough to be clumsy, I guess."

"Don't be." He means it. He wets a rag and you hold out your shirt for him. "You having fun?"

"I am! More fun now that you're here." You try to be still as he works.

"I've been here the whole time, baby."

"Yeah, but now you're with me." The stain doesn't seem to be getting any better, and Steve's brow is drawn, his expression tense. "Hey," you say. "It's just a shirt." You let it go to reach up and smooth out the crease. He wrinkles his nose at you.

"You're right," he sighs. "It's fine." You kiss him, drunken mouth landing somewhere right of his lips, but it makes him smile.

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🌽- let the sun in by wallows with steve . such a steve song it's kinda ridiculous

hiiiiiii diver anon!!!!! <3 i love wallows and this is such a sweet song of theirs. poor steve has so many doubts and just needs to be told he's loved (especially when he's ill), so here we have a sick!fic : ) --

"Steve!" Your spare key jangles in your hand as you shut his front door behind you. It's the last place you've looked for him, but his car was in the drive so he has to be here. He hasn't answered any of your calls today and all Robin knew was that it was his day off.

"Baby?" A weak reply travels down the stairs. "That you?" You quickly shed your shoes and bag and run up to his room. You find him in a mess of sheets and his duvet, the lights off and the air smelling stale.

"Aw shit," he says. "Did I miss our dinner date?" His voice is thin like he's been coughing.

"No, that's tomorrow." You move to open the window and take note of the absence of dishes or a water glass. He probably hasn't left bed all day.

"I think I'm sick." You swallow a laugh. He sneezes.

"Seems so, bub," you say. "I was worried, though. Robin didn't even know where you were." You sit on the edge of his bed and run a hand through his sweaty hair.

"I think I've slept all day?"

"You probably need it. I called earlier and you didn't answer."

"So you came to look for me?" He sounds like he can't believe it even as he leans into your touch.

"Of course I did, Steve." You don't know where he's going with this.

"Why?"

"Why?" You shoot him a knowing look. "Because you're my boyfriend, that's why. Because I love you." He looks a little dazed, though you try to tell him as often as you can. Seems like maybe you need to say it more.

"Oh," he says. "Yeah, okay. Love you, too." He sneezes again.

"Okay, sick boy. I'm gonna pop out to get some stuff but I'll be back soon." He presses a kiss to your palm before flopping back onto his pillow.

"Make sure you get the extra soft tissues, please!"

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Massive congratulations to you! If it hasn’t come across, you’re truly one of my favorite writers/blogs on this site! Would you do 🌽 for Steve Harrington with the quote “All she knows is that she is tired, and he is the place she wants to rest.” (From the Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by VE Schwab)?

thank you for being here!!! you are so kind <3 this is a great quote!! i hope you like this <3 __ Sometimes the day is so long and hard that you forget what you get to come home to at the end of it. Who you get to come home to.

Today is one of those days -- you're tired to the marrow of your bones and want more than anything to just sit in your car for the rest of forever if it means you don't have to move again. But as you pull into your parking spot and see the light on in your apartment it hits you all at once: you're home and Steve is waiting for you.

Steve, the love of your life. Steve, who is probably chopping vegetables and dancing in the tiny kitchen in his boxers waiting for you. Steve, who will take one look at you and hug you for as long as you want even if it burns dinner. Steve, whose touch is so tender and gentle despite the life he's had.

You almost trip in your rush out of the car and up the stairs, your hands fussing with your keys in the lock because you're so eager. As soon as the door flies open you feel the tension melting from your shoulders -- this is your space. It smells like marinara sauce and garlic and your detergent and your boyfriend.

"Steve," you call. "I'm ho--"

"Home! Finally! I've been wanting to touch you for like, hours." He appears in front of you when you've got one shoe off -- you were right about the boxers but he's also in a shirt of yours that's a little too short for him despite being boxy -- and he all but tackles you.

"Hi, baby," you say into his neck. "Long day."

"Guess this has to be a long hug then," he says, breath warm on your ear. "I don't make the rules." You laugh, almost choking on your love for him, and he just holds you tighter.

Yeah, you think. Maybe even the hard stuff is worth it when you get to come home and rest with Steve.

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🌽 CORN MAZE —

Hi babes! So one of my favorite books is “Heartless” by Mellisa Meyer.

When the lead realizes she’s falling in love the narrator said: “She knew, in that moment, if only he asked. She would be his, if he wanted her”

I was wondering if I could get something with Steve please and thank you!! <33

this is such a great quote!! i really feel this because i feel this way about steve lmao. i just went with a classic oh-god-im-in-love-with-him scene. hope you like this! -- It happens in the space between moments. Like taking a breath and holding it for a second too long, only to exhale and realize that your lungs are burning. Driving past your exit on the highway and finding something beautiful on the other side. Hundreds of metaphors to disguise what happens to you in the blink of an eye: you are in love with Steve Harrington.

You love him, sure. He's your best friend, the best person you know. He's looked out for you and countless others and he's kind and brave and funny and wonderful and --

Well, now it's something more. And all it takes is a pair of sunglasses. Here's how it happens:

Steve picks you up as usual. You're going to meet the kids at the Arcade for some pinball tournament, or something, and then take them for ice cream. Evenings like this are a dime a dozen but you savor every single one.

"I like that shirt," Steve says by way of greeting as he pulls away from your house. "Makes your eyes look unreal." He doesn't even look at you as he says it, his compliments so routine by now they're just small talk.

"Thanks," you say, digging in your bag for your sunglasses. The sun is just about to go down but golden hour casts a glow over everything. "Shit," you mutter. "They must be in my other bag."

"Oh, check the glove compartment." You pop it open to find a pair of glasses almost identical to yours next to a bag of your favorite gum and some hair ties next to his first aid kit.

"Did you steal them?" you laugh, pulling them out and putting them on. "And what's all this stuff?" Steve does look at you then, just a warm glance that's a little too knowing. As if he's saying, really? You think I wouldn't be ready to take care of you?

"Nah," he drawls out, and you notice that he's blushing. "Just bought the same ones so you have a pair in here in case you forget. Looks like it was a good idea." He reaches over and taps your cheekbone with a knuckle before drawing away. Part of you wonders if this is a joke but Steve sounds as earnest as ever.

Your chest is impossibly tight with fondness and affection and it hits you all at once. How lucky you are, how much this boy loves you.

You know, then. If Steve asked, if he wanted you, you'd be his. Maybe you already are.

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🌽 with steve yet again please?

Hopping on the dear evan hansen train...

"It can be us, it can be us, it can be only us and what came before won't count anymore, can we try that?"

if not that's totally okay!! Congrats on 1k btw <33

athena! love this. here's what i cooked up: assuring steve that you love him when he's feeling insecure :) -- "Steve, will you please look at me?" He's leaning against the door of the BMW, eyes stubbornly cast to the sky.

"I don't know why you're arguing with me --" he says to the stars before you cut him off.

"I'm going to argue with you about this until I'm blue in the face! Those shitheads don't know anything about you. And what they think doesn't matter, anyway."

You're almost yelling at him. Almost, but not quite. Because you saw the way he tensed when those guys in the diner called him King Steve. You saw the way his jaw ticked when he paid the check and tried to ignore the things they said about his reputation. You felt how stiff his hand was on your back as they said more awful, awful things about him just loud enough that he'd hear.

"But it matters, alright? It matters because you being with me means that my dirty fucking reputation rubs off on you." He's still looking up, hands curled into fists in his jean pockets.

"Fuck that, Steve." You enter into his space, hands coming to rest on the sides of his jaw. "It's us. It's only us that matters. Everything else before doesn't count for anything, okay?" He finally looks at you, brow furrowed and mouth curled into a frown. You reach up to press the crease out of his skin.

"I don't see how you can think I'm worth the shitloads of baggage, baby," he mutters. You huff and feel like shaking him, but you've only ever been able to handle Steve with tenderness.

"Never in a million years did I imagine that I'd be loved the way you love me, Steve," you say. His fingers curl into your hips and you trace the moles on his neck. "And I don't need you to try to talk me out of loving you back because it's the easiest thing I've ever done. I won't stop."

He pulls you into him and leans his forehead on your shoulder.

"That's the most romantic thing you've ever said to me and it's in a damn parking lot," he says thickly. You rub his back and press a kiss to his hair.

"I'll do it over and over. In every parking lot in Indiana if that's what it takes for you to believe it."

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¿Hola, qué tal? Quería decirte que realmente amo tu forma de escribir, es un lugar seguro para mí. Quería pedirte 🌽uno basado en esta línea: "No soy una persona religiosa pero a veces pienso que Dios te hizo para mi" de gente normal, cuando lo leí pensé en Steve.

yes, I am sending it again. I was wrong the first time I feel like an idiot, but I'm still grateful that you share your art. <3

hi friend!! you are not an idiot, thank you for sending this! i LOVE that line from normal people: "I'm not a religious person but sometimes I think God made you for me". Here's a tender moment for Steve and I wanted to turn the line on him bc he deserves it <3 hope you like! __ The movie ended at least 30 minutes ago but you haven't moved from the couch. Steve's chest rises and falls with you on it, his breaths deep and slow and his eyes are closed but you know he's not sleeping. One of his hands runs through your hair gently and the other lazily strokes the bare skin of your hip.

Your legs are tangled with his and one of your arms is practically shoved up his shirt. It feels impossible to get closer than you already are, but as always you try your best, shifting yourself up to shove your face into his neck.

"Personal space, babe," he says, eyes still closed.

"So that's someone else's hand on my ass?" Steve chuckles and you feel it everywhere. You breathe in his skin and he smells like detergent, popcorn, and his aftershave. God, you love him.

"Steve," you say. "I'm gonna say something mushy, okay?"

"Ugh," he says, but his voice is warm. "Do your worst."

"I'm not a religious person but sometimes I think God made you for me." You say it softly, lips to his ear. Steve does nothing for a few seconds and then he squeezes you so tight you giggle.

"From mushy to laughing at me in a heartbeat, baby," Steve murmurs. "What am I going to do with you?" You move so that you are face to face, hovering above him.

"Oh, I don't know. Love me forever?" He rises up to kiss you just once, missing your mouth ever so slightly.

"Aw, c'mon," he says against your lips. "That's too easy."

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🌽" I had a dream about a house behind a picket fence. Next one I choose to trust, I hope I use some common sense" - people watching by conan gray, with steve because i just feel like it works <3

poor steve has big dreams and i totally get it <3 obviously, i went friends to lovers here (shock!) but pre-relationship! __

"I'm so tired of first dates," you groan. "Every single one I've been on this summer has been awful." You put your head in your arms where you lean on the Family Video counter.

"Tell me about it," Steve grumbles. The store is empty and he's got about 20 minutes until he can close up for the night. You'd come in after your dinner date went disastrously when said date ran into his other girlfriend on the way back from the bathroom. And now he has to listen to you talk about it while thinking about how he'd take you on a real date.

"It's like I've got no common sense when it comes to dating. I'm just stupid to want someone to want me, I guess." You're laying it on a bit thick, but you're tired. You want someone kind and funny and sweet and brave and he's right in front of you but you're too scared. You've always been too scared.

"Hey," Steve says. "Don't say that about yourself. It's nothing to do with you. Just no one good enough for you around here." He turns to the computer to start to shut things down, fingers clacking on the keyboard. You watch him.

"I don't think that's true," you mumble. Steve doesn't seem to have heard you. "I thought I wanted a house and a picket fence and all that shit, but now I just want someone to come home to, I guess."

"That's a nice dream," he says, not unkindly. "You deserve that."

"What do you want, Steve? Still on the Winnebago and the fleet of kids?" He turns to you and looks a bit cautious, fingers drumming against his thigh.

"Sometimes I think so. But same thing as you, I guess. Just someone at the end of the day." He laughs lightly. "Guess we match." You feel your cheeks heat. Are you imagining the blush on his?

"Guess we do."

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