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[stvharrngton]

first of all, congratulations on hitting 1K!!! that's huge and you deserve every bit of it 🫶🏻💗

secondly, can i get #10 from this list and #4 from this list? if i'm not allowed to mix prompts, you can just stick with #4!!!

congratulations again!!!

- @honeysuckleharringtons 💛🍯

thank you so much!! i already wrote for prompt #4 but i loved the idea of these two prompts together so much so i sorta wrote this as a part 2 to this! i hope that's okay? anyway here it is, i hope you enjoy <3 @honeysuckleharringtons 💜

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: none really, just fluff!

prompt: spooning at night + asking them how your name + their surname would sound together (and/or vice versa)

taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby @sw34terw34ther @sweetbabygirlsworld

1k celebration

The room was quiet. The crickets chirped outside your window as the sun set long ago, the curtains billowing as the warm night air crept through the window. You laid there with Steve for what felt like hours, neither of you able to fall into sleep. The red numbers of your alarm clock blinked 01:24.

Your mind was working overtime, in a good way, mind. About you and Steve. Your future. You couldn’t fathom how or why it took you this long to get together. You were soulmates, knowing each other better than you knew yourselves. You moved in together not long after, knowing it was the right decision. The domesticity of it all made your heart flutter.

Your apartment was small, the result of what Steve and yourself could scrape together. It wasn’t much but it was yours and that’s all that mattered. A space that you made your own, old photos of you and your friends littering the walls. Trinkets from every road trip Steve took you on decorating the shelves and bookcase.

Steve was behind you, both laid on your side. His bare chest pressed against your back, the smattering of chest hair tickling the skin. His arm was thrown across your waist, his hand splayed across your naked stomach, his fingers drawing light shapes on flesh.

You sighed, contently of course, his breath fanning across your neck as his nose skimmed across your jaw. Steve peppered soft kisses across your shoulder, his legs tangled with yours beneath the sheets. You secretly yearned for this time of night with Steve, where you’d crawl into bed after you both had a long day at work, able to sink into his chest with your arms around you. You loved being able to share these moments with him.

Your eyes blinked across the dark room, the wall bathed in the glow of the street lamp outside your window. You craned your neck, inviting Steve to nuzzle his face into your neck which he accepted happily. 

“Do you think our names would sound good together?” You asked, voice a quiet hush.

Steve stopped in his tracks, a breathy laugh escaping his lips. His large palm gripped your waist, hand rubbing up and down over your hip.

“I’ve already answered that question, honey.”

Your brows pinched together in brisk confusion, before you were momentarily transported back to the diner, fries and all. Steve’s dorky, flustered expression staring at you from across the table. The drive home, the kiss.

“You remember that?” Your voice was a pitch higher, nose wrinkling as you tried to turn in the boy’s arms.

“‘Course I remember, baby, how could I forget?”

It was true. That day was impossible for Steve to forget. It was the start of your relationship, the official start. The rest was history. A beautiful history that Steve had dreamt of since forever, just you and him and the rest of your lives.

“Still,” you started, a small smile tugging on your lips, “can you answer the question?”

Steve hummed against your skin, lips finding your shoulder once more, his hand moving back over to your stomach, palm rubbing soothingly, “Yeah, I think our names would sound good together. Mr and Mrs. Steve Harrington, huh? Sounds like a dream.”

You giggled as Steve dug his fingers into your ribs, lips wet and ticklish against your neck. Kicking your legs as you squealed, slapping your hand against his trying to pry his hands off you.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, “settle down, you. What’s this all about anyway?” Steve’s hand found yours beneath the sheets, lacing his fingers between your own.

You shrugged, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. You’d been thinking a lot lately about your future with Steve. You wanted a forever with him, you dreamt of it often, and you might have been rushing into it but you were sure. 

“Can we get married?” You blurted it out, a slip of the tongue in the heat of the moment.

“What?” Steve guffawed, leaning up on his elbow now, chin hooking over your shoulder, “What’re you talking about?”

Steve would marry you in a heartbeat given the chance. It wouldn’t have to be fancy, not some big expensive event like his parents would so desperately insist on. Hell, Steve would marry you in the parking lot of Family Video if it came down to it.

“You don’t wanna get married?” It came out as a mumble, a pout on your face, your ego dented. 

“What? No!” Steve exclaimed, heat rising up his neck, “Baby, no, that’s not what I meant.” His palms came to rest on your bicep, stroking up and down your arm softly. He sighed, mentally smacking himself on the forehead.

The air between you two was silent for a beat, the crickets still noisy outside, the wistful wind still blowing against the window. Steve racked his brain for the right words. Things usually came so easy to him when it came to you. But you were delicate and gentle, soft as rose petals in Steve’s arms and he wanted to do it all the right way with you.

“Baby,” Steve sighed, “you know I’d marry you tomorrow if that was possible. Fuck, I’ve dreamt of that day for years. You walking down that aisle to me, all our friends are there, getting to kiss my beautiful wife at the end of it all.”

Your heart fluttered a little too easily at his words. Images of you in a pretty white dress, makeshift bouquet of daisies and pink tulips in your hands. Steve handsome in his tux, hair pretty and perfect like always. It made your eyes well, tears you had to blink away in the dead of night.

“Just…” The boy started, breath a little shaky, a touch nervous, “let me do this right? I want to do this right, honey. Not at 2AM when we can’t sleep.”

Steve’s lips fell against your cheek, your head rolling back against his chest. The tip of his nose tracing the line of your jaw once more, you both falling back into that comfortable silence.

“Okay, but I’m not waiting forever, Harrington.” You mumbled with a giggle.

“Oh, trust me, baby,” Steve hushed you with a smirk, “you won’t be waiting long, future Mrs Steve Harrington.”

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[honeysuckleharringtons]

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[cauliflowertree]

hi!! congrats on 200!! i love love love ur blog, you deserve it sm!! 🫶🫶

oh wow thank you so much <33

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[moonstruckme]

hi, love! just wanna say first of all that i love your writing and your account. keep up the good work!

second of all, i was wondering if i could put in a sort of specific request? i'm currently on my period and the bloating is making me feel really bad about my body ☹️ so i was hoping maybe you could write a fic where Steve comforts Reader when she's going through something like that?

feel free to disregard this if it's too heavy of a topic, i know it can be triggering to talk about things like this for some people.

wishing you all the best! 🫶🏻

- @honeysuckleharringtons 🍯💛

Thanks so much babe!

cw: period cramps, insecurities arounds stomach/bloating

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 861 words

You think your favorite place has to be lying between Steve’s legs, with one of his hands clasped in yours and the other on your boob. If you focus really hard, you can feel his heart beating underneath your ear. You’re watching some mindless sitcom, trying to distract yourself from this blessedly mild round of cramps and silently debating whether having chocolate ice cream is worth getting up and going to the store to get it. But if Steve keeps running his thumb over the back of your hand like this, you might melt right into the couch and then the decision would be made for you. 

It happens so gradually you almost don’t even notice. Steve knows to be gentle with you when you’re sensitive like this, his hand massaging the fat of your boob gently before grazing lower to rub at the skin just beneath it. Then it goes lower still, and you tense when he dips under the hem of your shirt and takes a handful of your stomach in his grasp. 

Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to notice that you’ve stopped breathing, kneading at the supple chub of your middle absentmindedly, but you lower your hand to his, bringing it back up into comfortable territory. Then he looks at you, a questioning glance out of the corner of his eye. You pretend not to see. His hand drifts slowly, tentatively, back towards your stomach. 

“Don’t,” you say softly, taking it again before it can get there. It’s not a reprimand so much as a gentle request, but still, Steve’s eyebrows furrow. 

“What’s the deal?” he asks, echoing your mild tone. “I thought stomach rubs were supposed to help with cramps.” 

You soften. “That’s really sweet of you,” you tell him, “but I’m okay. I just don’t love the idea of my stomach being, like, perceived right now.” 

“Perceived?” Steve angles his head to see you better, hand resting on the flat of your chest. “Why, what’s wrong with it?” 

“It’s just bloated.” You sink a bit further between his legs, avoiding his stare. “It’s like, remember that time I came over without telling you and you didn’t want me to see your hair first thing in the morning?” 

“Yeah, you mean the time you told me to stop being a priss and get over it? That time?” 

You chuckle. “Right, well, I guess it’s kind of like that.” 

Steve hums, playing with your fingers idly. “Okay,” he says after a minute, “I just want to preface this by saying that I really like you, and I think you’re smart and cool. Okay?” He leans over until he can see your face, and you nod warily. “You’re being stupid.” 

A laugh startles out of you, but Steve doesn't give you a chance for rebuttal. 

“You’re hot, babe.” He says it deadpan, like it’s a fact he had to memorize in school. “Like, smoking hot. The idea that you would give a shit, much less think I would give a shit, about your stomach being bloated is insane. And you trying to keep me from touching it is, like, practically criminal. Aren’t your tits bloated too?” 

“Um,” you hesitate, somehow more self-conscious than you had been when this began, “yeah?” 

“Right,” he says proudly. “And not to be a creep, but I’ve kind of been enjoying the shit out of those for the past couple of hours.” 

“Steve.” You laugh awkwardly, squirming underneath his gaze. “That’s different, and you know it.” 

He shrugs, looking you plain in the face. “Not to me. Listen, babe,” he drops his voice into a more sincere register, “I like you—your stomach, your tits, all of it—all of the time. And I think it’d make you feel better if you let me rub your stomach for you right now, so just let me, and if I start to find you any less hot, I promise to let you know.” The implication in his tone is clear: like, when pigs fly. 

You look at him for a while. Steve can surprise you with his stubbornness sometimes. His eyelashes don’t so much as flicker under your perusal. 

“Okay,” you sigh, getting comfortable again in his lap. “Fine, have at it.” 

“Yes,” he hisses, his hand going back down and taking in a greedy handful of your swollen belly. You start to tense, head going staticky, but gradually you’re able to relax. Steve with his hands on you is no foreign thing. He starts to push down tentatively, asking you to coach him on where you need it the most until he’s gently massaging over the ache. You let your eyes slip closed. You honestly hadn’t expected it to bring quite so much relief. 

“Did Robin put you up to this?” you ask quietly. 

Steve’s soft chuckle confirms your theory. “You’ve got her to thank for the chocolate ice cream in the fridge, too.” 

A smile spreads across your face, and you can hear him laugh again at how blissed-out you must look. “Remind me to give her a hug the next time I see her.” 

“You could just give it to me instead," he says. "I’ll pass it along.”

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[headkiss]

saw this and now i have to leave an eddie request 😌

can i request something where eddie and reader are just being all cutesy and lovey-dovey? like maybe they're cuddling on the couch or reader is painting eddie's nails and wayne gets home from work but because it's late, they aren't expecting him. so he comes in all quiet and sees them just being all cute and takes a polaroid of them? and then they wake up the next morning and wayne's left the polaroid and a cute lil note on the coffee table?

idk just something cutesy and fluffy like that 😭

- @honeysuckleharringtons

hiii tysm for the request baby!!! i changed it a bit but i hope u like it anyway <3 | 0.6k of fluff

Eddie keeps a part of himself hidden from everyone but you.

It’s different from his dark exterior, from his armor of jokes and jabs. It’s even different from the energetic entertainer he is around his friends. While you love him all of the time, the him you get when it’s just the two of you is your favorite.

It’s special, a secret you hold very close. He trusts you enough to let every single wall down and you can’t thank him enough for it.

He’s the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. He’s gentle and kind, and he’s always got a hand on you. He’s the most perfect boyfriend both in public and private.

It’s why you pick up the phone every time; just in case it’s him.

“Hello?”

“Hi, sweetheart,” his voice is enough to make you smile. “You busy?”

“Not at all. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Miss you, is all. Can you come over?”

You tell him you’ll be there soon and hang up. You never imagined that something as simple as a phone call could make you beam.

It’s not long before you’re walking the few steps up to the trailer, knocking lightly on the door.

Eddie opens it quickly. Really, he’d been waiting pretty close by ever since you hung up the phone. He just saw you yesterday, and yet, he missed you. There’s nobody that can make him feel like that but you.

“Hi,” he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling a bit. “C’mere.”

He opens his arms for a hug that you fall into easily, his arms wrapping around your waist, yours around his neck. You breathe each other in and he squeezes you before letting go and shutting the door behind you.

“I missed you too, by the way,” you tell him. “I didn’t say over the phone.”

“You’re cute. I rented that movie you wanted to see.”

He drove past Family Video and couldn’t help but stop. It gave him an excuse to invite you over—not that he needed one—and whenever he sees something and thinks of you, it’s hard not to buy it.

“Yay! Do you have popcorn?”

“Whose house do you think you’re in?” He goes to the kitchen and searches the cupboards until he finds it, “hell yeah, I have popcorn.”

You laugh softly at his antics, the many cupboards he left open in his search. You shut them all before snagging the popcorn from his hand.

“You burnt it last time. Let me do it.”

“Hey,” he drags out the word, “it was one time! I’ll make it perfect, give it.”

“Nuh-uh. You can set up the movie, Eds.”

“You’re so mean, baby,” he kisses your cheek on the way to the TV anyway.

You join him on the couch eventually, a bowl of popcorn in hand. You sit next to him, and he drapes a blanket over your laps before you set the bowl down. He tosses an arm over your shoulders, urging you to lean into his side, and hits play with the remote in the other hand.

You hardly pay attention to the movie, though it doesn’t bother you one bit. Eddie tries to throw popcorn and catch it in his mouth and fails too many times to count. Your cheeks almost hurt from how wide you’re smiling.

About halfway through the movie, Eddie moves the bowl onto the table and lays down on the couch. He tugs you over so that you’re laying between his legs, head on his chest.

That’s how Wayne finds you both when he comes home from work. The movie over and forgotten, both you and Eddie asleep, and a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the table.

Eddie’s arms are hugging you close to him in his sleep, and yours do the same. Wayne smiles and decides not to wake you.

The next day, Wayne nods towards the door you’ve just left through and says to Eddie, “she’s a good one, huh?”

“Yeah,” Eddie smiles at the mere thought of you, of how well you fit that even his uncle can see it. “Yeah, she is.”

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[lovebugism]

hi hi hi!!! congratulations on one year!! you've accomplished so much and i'm so very happy for you! you deserve all the love and more 🫶🏻💞

as always, i have to leave a little dad!steve request, because who would i be if i didn't? lol. anyway, since you are celebrating your one year, i was hoping maybe we could get something like dad!steve and mom!reader celebrating their one year as parents, aka giving their lil girl her first birthday party? i can just imagine aunt robbie and uncle eddie spoiling steve's baby girl almost as much as he does 🥹

congrats again, bug! love you so so much 🫶🏻

- @honeysuckleharringtons 🍯💛

ty angel!! and ty for keeping dad!steve alive on this blog hahah — you and steve struggle to cope when your baby turns one year old (mom!reader, fluff, 1.7k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

Steve rises that morning before you do. He couldn’t say he woke up, really, ‘cause he didn’t sleep at all. Maybe an hour or more, but that’s being generous. Between decorating the house after you put the baby down (his soon-to-be one-year-old, that is) and stressing all night about tomorrow, tomorrow finally came. Tomorrow is now, and his baby’s a whole year older.

He worried and worried and worried, and the time passed anyway.

You rouse with a cat-like stretch. You look at the clock first, 7:26 a.m., and then over at the boy beside you. He’s already looking at you, the creep. His features are gently swollen from the weight of his middling slumber — pretty pink smile soft and slightly crooked. 

The attention makes you cower as your eyes squeeze shut again. No one should be looked at so fondly so early in the morning.

“Do you know what day it is?” Steve croons to you. 

He props his wild head on his fist and smooths a free hand up your stomach, bare from where your shirt had risen. Your skin is as warm and as soft as it ever was, and his chest stings because Nellie used to be in there. He agonized nine months over for her arrival, and now she’s here — in the bedroom down the hall — and one year old already.

You scoff a faint laugh, weighed down with exhaustion. Of course, you know what day it is, but you humor him anyway. “No, Steve. What day is it?”

“We’ve been parents for a whole entire year,” he whispers, voice faraway with disbelief. 

“Oh. How could I forget?” you joke, giggling into the kiss he gives you.

He pulls away with a gentle smack and smiles softly down at you. “Remember when we thought we wouldn’t make it?”

“That first night,” you answer with a sigh, heavy eyes fluttering shut again. “After we brought her home, and she just… wouldn’t stop crying…”

“Yeah, I know the one…” Steve hasn’t been able to forget it, really. He doesn’t think he ever will, or if he even wants to. It was the first day out of the hospital and the very first time he felt like a parent, when it was just him and you and a colicky baby. It felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

The stress of the long-gone moment still stings.

“I thought the world was gonna end,” you confess.

Steve’s wide hand gives your bare side a reassuring squeeze. “And look at you now. A total pro.”

“Hush.”

“You are.”

“Only ‘cause I’m copying you,” you argue, equal parts sincere and deflecting. Your wild head tilts against the pillow, and you bring a heavy hand to his jaw. Your palm settles along his stubble with a playful roughness. “I’m glad I shacked up with the best dad ever and not some other schmuck.”

Steve’s grin widens until his honey eyes crinkle at the edges.

“I’m blushin’, baby,” he teases lowly, then leans down to kiss you again. 

It’s a mixture of subtle morning breath and the coffee he’d had an hour or more ago. It’s a chaste peck first, to gain your footing in the early morning, and then a more intentional second one. Then he kisses you a third time, a much more languid thing. His exhaled sigh brushes your cupid’s bow when he melts into you.

You pull back from him (as much as it hurts you) before he can give you a fourth.

“We need to start getting ready,” you tell him. “People will be here soon.”

His features scrunch together, just like Nellie’s does right before she cries. Steve buries his face into your shoulder with a whine that rivals your baby’s. “No— I don’t want people to be here soon.”

Your laugh matches the sunrise. “You planned the party, Steve.”

“Yeah, but when people come over, it means the party’s started,” he rambles, muffled into your neck. “And when the party’s started, it means Nellie’s officially a year old.”

Your hands smooth up and down the length of his pale, freckled back. “Well, technically, she won’t be a year old until later tonight, so… You’ve still got a couple hours with a baby.”

He sniffles, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not.

“Steve, I’m just kidding,” you coo with a soft giggle. “She’s still a baby! She’s always gonna be our baby.”

“Yeah, except now she’s a baby that can walk,” he whines. “And eventually, she’ll be a baby that can talk— and then she’ll be in college, and then she’ll be married—”

“Well, at this rate, you should probably start preparing for her to move out,” you joke drily. He sniffles again. You cave. “Sorry…”’

—————

You languish in the grass a couple hours later, over an old quilt Steve pulled from the top of your closet. 

Energy seems to seep from your pores, ebbing with the setting sun. You’ve spent the better part of your day running after Nellie and tending to guests. Now, all you really want is some peace and quiet, a shower, and a good cry.

Steve sits just beside you, leaning back on his arms while you lay on your stomach. Both of you keep a vigilant eye on your baby girl — watching while she gets all the attention she deserves and smiling to yourselves because she’s the most loved baby in the universe.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Steve asks after a few minutes of silence. Well, not silence, exactly. The radio’s playing distantly, and the chatter hasn’t stopped since Dustin arrived (first, of course, and a whole hour early).

“It’s stressing me out that there’s food on a blanket,” you murmur in response, chin bobbing against your folded arms.

Steve laughs through the chips in his mouth. “Well, that’s the point of a picnic, baby.”

“I know,” you sigh and get distracted again. “I can’t believe how popular our baby is.”

“Well, I mean, she is our daughter, so… It kinda checks out.”

“Shut up.”

“Look at Eddie— What an idiot.” Steve chuckles as he watches the wild-haired boy drive around the backyard in a bright pink Barbie Jeep. It was a present for Nellie, of course, but she can hardly walk, let alone drive the damn thing. 

Eddie cruises around in it for her, lanky limbs barely fitting inside. It whirs as he drives it back and forth over the patio.

Nellie’s having more fun watching him than she would be driving it herself, you think. She squeals with delight in Joyce’s arms, smiling a big, toothless smile and clapping (as best she can with chubby baby hands) every time Eddie reappears from behind her.

“How’s our baby so pretty?” you wonder quietly to yourself. “Like, how did we do that?”

Steve ponders the question with a deep huff. He turns to lie next to you on his back, then grimaces when the ground does little to cushion his aching spine. A harsh reminder that he’s not sixteen anymore.

“Well… Her mom is the most beautiful woman on the planet, and her dad’s pretty alright, so… One plus one equals two, I guess.”

You squint. “Don’t flirt with me, Harrington.”

“Can’t help it,” he shrugs with a boyish, lopsided grin. “You’re too pretty. I have to love on you, or I’ll die.”

You start to make a joke then — about how Little Eleanor definitely got all her dramatics from her father. But then Steve leans in to kiss you, and you lose it. You can taste the birthday cake and Coca-Cola on his breath as he nears you. You forget how to form words in your mouth.

“Wait,” you murmur, pulling back before he can kiss you. You raise a hand to swipe away the crumbs sticking to the corner of his mouth. “Okay. Now you can kiss me.”

You never need to tell him twice. His lips meet the very corner of yours until he can realign himself for a more direct, proper peck to your mouth.

“Hey, hey, hey!” you hear Hopper scold from ahead of you. 

The two of you pull away from each other with a soft smack and find the man walking towards you. He’s got crumbs in his mustache and a cheekful of the hotdog he holds in his hand. He’s got his work boots on, too, paired with a pink and green tropical button-up. The coolest shirt he owns, you figure, especially for Nellie.

His sharp features are screwed with disgust. “This is a kid’s party. Keep your hands to yourselves.”

You laugh because the only real kid here is Nellie. And she’s far too obsessed with Eddie to care about anything else.

“Sorry, Hop,” Steve mumbles even though he doesn’t really mean it. He’s just not in the business of smart-mouthing the chief.

You are, though. And it’s one of the million reasons why he loves you so damn much.

You peer up at Hopper, squinting one eye to shield your gaze from the golden sun. “You know we have a baby together, right?” you wonder in a monotone.

He takes another too big bit of the hotdog and shrugs. “Well, yeah. She’s, like, the best thing ever— Obviously, I know that.”

“So then you also know that we kinda made her by not keeping our hands to ourselves.”

Steve chokes back a laugh when Hopper gets so suddenly stern. His features harden as he points a firm finger your way. “Don’t,” he murmurs in a feeble warning, then decides to leave well enough alone. He walks back towards the bustling party, beelining for Joyce and Nellie because he’s in desperate need of a purer cleanse.

“Holy shit…” Steve sighs when his laughter dies down.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he hums to himself, a soft smile on his lips. “I just love you.”

Your nose scrunches. “Ew.”

“Like, I get to be in love with you forever. How cool is that?”

His boyish musing makes your chest sparkle. “I’m glad you’re coping well,” you tease with a sigh as you lean over to lay on him. Your head rests against his chest. You can hear his heartbeat there, slow and firm. You exhale again, with content this time. “‘Cause you’re stuck with me, Harrington. For life.”

You feel a chuckle rumble in his chest. “You make it sound like it’s prison.”

“It’s not?” you joke.

“No, baby. It’s heaven. It’s better than heaven,” he tells you, then gets immediately distracted. “Wait— Like that song— Ooh, baby do you know what that’s worth—”

“Steve!” you giggle at his offkey crooning. 

“—We’ll make heaven a place on earth!”

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #st drabbles #stevie drabble #event: bug turns one

[joshlmbrt]

⋆.ೃ࿔*: SUMMER DAYS | b. lamram x reader

request; ‘A slow summer day with baron would cure me’. - anon

w; none really! just fluff & it’s short!!

an; i hope this is okay anon!! thank you so much for your request <3

The clock on the wall showed that it was almost time for Baron to get home - he was never a minute late. 

The eggs you scramble were soft enough for Eda, plating them in the floral plates she had. You’d cleaned all the dishes in the sink, sweeping the floors, and doing all the laundry that needed to be done - even giving her a bath and cleaning her sheets and putting new ones onto her bed. 

You spoon the soft eggs into her mouth, the water by her bedside in reach. 

She makes various small sounds and you smile softly, wiping at the side of her mouth with a napkin. “You okay, mama?” Your glance down and watch as two of her fingers lift slightly. You smile and stand from the bed, leaning over and pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

You gather the cups and plate, walk to the kitchen, washing off the rest of the dishes. You smile when you hear the door shut. 

“‘m home!” You dry off your hands and turn when Baron finally steps into the kitchen. He smiles and walks towards you, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“Hi.” you whisper, scratching at his scalp. His fingers press into your side softly. 

“Hi.” he pulls away. You push some of his hair away from his face, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips quickly. 

“Got mama some moonpies.” 

You hum softly, nudging your nose against his before pulling away. “I fed her some dinner. Also gave her a bath and changed her sheets.” 

“You’re an angel.” 

You open the refrigerator door and pull out a homemade apple pie. “And… I made some pie and there’s some vanilla ice cream waitin’ for ya.” 

He hums softly, pressing another kiss to your temple. “I’ll go give her dessert.” 

You nod, watching as he walks away and into her room. You grab two plates, fix two sandwiches with some chips, walk towards the table, and lay everything out. 

After eating dinner and dessert, you and Baron were laid on the ground outside. His head was resting against your stomach as you dropped small flowers into his hand, giggling softly. 

He smiles, eyes closed letting you do whatever. His hand reaches for your own, playing with the small bread tie he had tied around your finger. 

“I think it’s ’bout time I get you a real one.” He whispers. You hum softly, tilting your head to the side and look at his fingers messing with the tie. 

“‘m happy with this one, honey.” 

His eyes slowly open and he turns his head to look at you. “You deserve more than this flimsy thing,” His fingers press into your palm. “I’ll get you one.” 

You pull your hand away, tracing along his cheek softly before dragging your fingertips across his lips. “‘m happy with this one,” You repeat. You smile when his eyes cross to try and watch your fingers before they snap back up to look at your face. “Even if you get me another ring I won’t take this one off.” 

“Why not?” 

You sit up, his head falls into your lap. You lean down, pressing a kiss between his eyebrows. “‘Cause,” You pressed another kiss to the tip of his nose. “This one is sentimental to me,” Your lips linger over his. “I’d be a fool to throw this one away.” 

He lets out a small sigh, reaching up and pushing some hair that had fallen away from your face. “How’d I get so lucky?” 

You shrug and grin. “By bein’ you.” 

⋆.ೃ࿔*: joe tags; @thecreelhouse , @officerrrfriendly , @stevesxyellowxsweater, @honeysuckleharringtons, @siredtom

⋆.ೃ࿔*: thank you all for reading! comments, reblogs, requests, likes, & feedback is welcomed, highly encouraged, & deeply appreciated!

— @stveharringtn 2024

divider by; heavenslovve

#cherry writes ✿ #baron lamram x reader #baron x reader #baron x fem!reader #baron marmalade #joe keery x reader

[hornyhornyhimbos]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨: 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐬'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

What is up, my fellow sluts and whores? Well, other than the obvious 😉

Sorry, anyway, it has been a hot minute since I have posted on here (apologies on my end, my brain is fried lol) but today I'm here to change that! I have put together some good ol' slutty fanfics for you guys to indulge in. Candy's not the only treat you're getting this year 😌

As always, this celebration is not limited to just this account. There will of course be SFW fics on both @reidsaurora and @honeysuckleharringtons if those tickle your fancy as well!

▪︎ October 25th:

Steve Harrington 🕯 Pitchin' A Tent?

In which Reader and Muse try on their old scouts uniforms in hopes of using them for Halloween costumes.

▪︎ October 26th:

Aaron Hotchner 🕯 Michael Myers and Chill

In which Reader and Muse completely abandon their horror movie in favor of more desired activities.

▪︎ October 27th:

Jonathan Byers 🕯 Love Potion No. 9

In which Reader and Muse accidentally consume a serum of desire and have to find some way to rid themselves of their pent up feelings.

▪︎ October 28th:

Luke Alvez 🕯 Seven Minutes In Hell

In which Reader and Muse are paired for a game of 'Seven Minutes In Heaven' at the office's annual Halloween Party.

▪︎ October 30th:

Eddie Munson 🕯 Oh, Bite Me!

In which Reader proceeds to tease Muse in a haunted house.

▪︎ October 31st:

Spencer Reid 🕯 It's A Scream!

In which Reader and Muse simply cannot wait long enough to take off their costumes after a long night of keeping their hands off each other.

mutuals! feel free to share the sluttiness!

@dungeons-are-too-cold @rupsmorge @reidsbookclub @writer-in-theory @serenity-lattes @foxy-eva @reidselle @battymunson @reputationmunson

celebration post art: me!

halloween dividers: @firefly-graphics

#writing #writing challenge #kinktober #smutober #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds smut #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner smut #luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez smut #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #hornyhornyhimbos #hornyhornyhimbos' halloweek celebration!

[reidsaurora]

You are invited to:

reidsaurora's twentieth birthday bash! ☆

The Orders:

🧁 Leo Baby Birthday Cake - send me a character + a prompt from this list and i'll write you a blurb!

🧁 Confetti Cupcakes - send me a character + concept/trope/au and i'll write you a blurb!

🧁 Birthday Batch Cookies - send me a character + concept/trope/au and i'll write you some headcanons!

🧁 Birthday Breakfast - send me a character + concept/trope/au and i'll make you a moodboard!

🧁 Ice Cream Sundae - send me a 💞 and i'll write you a handwritten note! (mutuals only)

🧁 Rainbow Sherbet - send me a 🎶 and a genre and i'll make you a playlist! (mutuals only)

🧁 Sparkling Strawberry Lemonade - send me a thing and i'll cast my mutuals as it!

🧁 Party Punch - send me ask games! fmk, would you rather, etc!

🧁 Cake Batter Martini - send me a character + kink and i'll write a you nsfw blurb!

The Rules:

🧁 This event will run through leo season! - as a leo my baby myself, i love taking the opportunity to celebrate my fellow leos because i don't think we get the love we deserve! that being said, this event will run through leo season, meaning it will start July 23rd and end August 22nd! (give or take, depending on how many requests i get and how long it takes me to write them)

🧁 Send asks to designated blogs! - please check my pinned post for request rules! this account is exclusive to criminal minds and daisy jones & the six requests, but this doesn't mean i'm not taking requests for this event over on my stranger things blog, @honeysuckleharringtons!

🧁 NSFW asks are designated to my NSFW blog! - while there is an option in this event for nsfw blurbs, that does not mean to send them to this blog!!! any and all nsfw asks should be sent to my nsfw blog, @hornyhornyhimbos!

🧁 Please be respectful to the blogger and to others! - use your noggin when requesting things. if it sounds offensive, it probably is, so just keep it to yourself. treat people with kindness!!!

🧁 Please be understanding when putting in requests! - writing blurbs and headcanons and such can be time-consuming so please be gracious when leaving requests! i will try to answer everyone's asks in as timely of a manner as possible!

🧁 tagging some mutuals to spread the word if they'd like! -> @dungeons-are-too-cold @reidsbookclub @reidselle @broken-stardust @nomajdetective @writer-in-theory @lcvingprentjss @serenity-lattes @writingquillsandpainpills @sadgirlml @rupsmorge @lukeclvez @foxy-eva @bejeweledmunson @gay-prentiss @orchidmunson @letarasstuff @milla984 @coldbrewreid @stevesmunsons

#celebration #celebration post #birthday #birthday celebration #birthday event #birthday challenge #writing challenge #writing event #writing celebration #criminal minds #daisy jones and the six #djats #stranger things #ask box #ask box open #inbox #inbox open #anons #anons open #send requests #fill my inbox #emmy writes #reidsaurora's birthday bash! #reidsaurora

[lovejosephquinn]

if ur still doing the emoji thing, can i get one mayhaps 👉🏻👈🏻

🍯

- @honeysuckleharringtons 💛

Just for you 💛

#designated joey picture

[honeysuckleharringtons]

the "eccentric eight" (a.k.a. the spicy six + me and @dungeons-are-too-cold) as cats: a thread no one asked for but everyone deserves

also this features my hcs of their pronouns because i said so

Eddie (he/they)

Steve (he/him)

Robin (she/they)

Nancy (she/her)

Jonathan (he/him)

Argyle (they/them)

Georgia (they/he)

Emmy (she/her)

Do I have an explanation for this post? Not really. Me and Georgia had a conversation like this like a week ago and this idea has been sitting on my brain since then so I finally sat down and made it 😂 Hope everyone enjoyed!

#stranger things #stranger things meme #stranger things crack #eddie munson #eddie munson meme #steve harrington #steve harrington meme #robin buckley #robin buckley meme #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler meme #jonathan byers #jonathan byers meme #argyle #argyle meme #meme #fandom memes #crack post #honeysuckleharringtons

[cauliflowertree]

┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ 400 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION—

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hello everyone :D thank you so much for 400 followers. this is amazing & i can’t thank you all enough for being here in my little corner of tumblr. i’m combining this celebration with a birthday celebration too (it’s not my birthday yet). and for the past 2 years on my birthday i’ve gone to this little town nearby and we get a milkshake and go to a cafe for a pastry so this theme was quite an appropriate thought from @velvetcloxds, ty <3

welcome to the bakery ! would you like anything to eat?

🍞 [sourdough bread] — give me an au or fic title + a character and i’ll give you a summary for what i’d write for it.

🥐 [croissant] — tell me your fav music artist / band and i’ll tell you my fav song of theirs.

🍫 [pain au chocolat] — [moots only] tell me your favourite colour & your name & i’ll make you a small moodboard.

🍰 [lemon drizzle cake] — tell me your gender preference, fandom preference & a small description of yourself & i’ll ship you with a character with 3-5 headcanons.

🥯 [onion and chive bagel] — send me a fic of yours (1.5k or under please) and i’ll make a 3 picture moodboard based off it.

perhaps something to drink?

🧋 [hazelnut iced latte] — tell me about your favourite birthday and i’ll tell you who’d plan your party (please include fandom).

🥛 [peanut butter milkshake] — games: fmk, this or that, would you rather, cym.

☕️ [hot chocolate] — send me a character and i’ll recommend you a fic for them.

[tagging mutuals] sorry if i missed anyone!

@unadulterated-syd @masivechaos @foralwaysandforever @harrysweasleys @natashxromanovf @cherrystrees @ell0ra-br3kk3r @sw34terw34ther @puppy-coded @imabee-oralizard @cremexcoffee @starconfettii @juneberrie @henqtic @maricoolerthanme @loveeharrington @valluvsu @mad-elia @mystic-writings @dead-pcets @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @lazydreamer19 @jackys-stuff-blog @honeysuckleharrington @lauralestrange7 @cherryys-stuff @gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley @fairydxll @luvterature @auroracalisto @blondedmuse @starstruckwillows @entishramblings @princess-paramour @locke-writes @heartfucks @saraheartsxavier @george-weasleys-girl @whoooooisthis @rottingkisses @nyxxxxxxxx @honeymunson @fizzyxcustard @sotwk @omenhel @someoneinthestars @diorgirl444 @scr4pbaby @sectumsempraaa

#400 follower celebration #❜ ─ 🍾 ─ ❛ celebrations #❜ ─ 💌 ─ ❛ mutuals

[stevebabey]

UM IF THE SERVER INVITES ARE STILL OPEN, CAN I JOIN???

i both read and write "stranger things x reader" fics (my ST blog is @honeysuckleharringtons) and i would LOVE more ST friends 🤗

hehehe i’m so glad ur interested!! and yes you totally can, the server will be open invite to all stranger things writers!!!

not to break ur heart (temporarily) but the server is not up and running just yet D: i’m currently checking interaction and working with sanne to smooth out details and make the damn thing lmao

i’ll be sure to let everyone know when it is!

#mwah! #sorry !!! #i say all st writers but billy writers….. naw #sorry LMAO #but also no i’m not get out of here if u like that fucking piece of shif #ruby talks #asks #<3

[honeysuckleharringtons]

"Star Boy" ~ B. Hargrove

Summary: When Billy and Reader go for a late-night drive, the stars are just too beautiful to not stop and gaze at them.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader (R wears a skirt though)

Word Count: 1,043

Content Warnings: a mild sexual joke, i think that's it? unless you count Billy being very out of character lol

Extra Notes: this is kind of rushed because i simply don't know to write a Billy fic lol, i hope you guys enjoy regardless of my crappy writing!

Originally Written: 10/24/2023 through 10/25/2023

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halloweek masterlist can be found here!

The windows were down and the radio was cranked up, the cool October breeze surrounding you like the perfect weighted blanket.

Billy's left hand was settled on the steering wheel, the other placed affectionately in yours. He hummed along to the AC/DC track playing in the stereo, a sound that was, quite literally, music to your ears. You'd always told him he should join a band, but he simply insisted that he didn't want to, since you were the only girl he wanted fawning over him.

His fingers tapped against the leather of the steering wheel, the noise bringing a strange sense of comfort to you. It was truly nights like these that you lived for. No matter how many late night drives you and Billy went on, no matter how many ten p.m. trips to 7-Eleven you took together, you'd truly never get your fill.

Billy spoke up abruptly, breaking you from your thoughts as you watched the passing trees. "You wanna do something fun and a little bit illegal?"

You raised an inquisitive brow in his direction. "Are you trying to get Neil to kill me or you?" you questioned, though internally curious about where this was going.

"Don't worry about him. If we play our cards right, he'll never know," he said. He lifted your hand to his lips, leaving a gentle—and somewhat persuasive—kiss over the soft skin of your knuckles.

It didn't take much to have you agreeing, and soon, he'd whipped the car in a different direction, heading toward what you could only assume was the middle of nowhere, given the sheer amount of trees surrounding the vehicle.

A few minutes later, he was putting the car in park and hopping out, jogging over to your side to grab the door. Once again, Billy was taking your hand in his, this time leading you over to what appeared to be a tall, white fence. The moonlight sparkled along the wood and on the fresh green grass, and you soon realized exactly where he was leading you.

"Why are we at the country club?" you whispered, almost anticipating for someone to catch you.

"You'll see," he simply answered before his hands were distracting you, grabbing you by the waist. "Come here, I'll give you a boost up."

"As long as you don't try to look up my skirt," you scolded, a defensive finger pointing at his face.

"I would only look up your skirt if I was given proper consent first."

You mumbled something sarcastic about him clearly being a gentleman before he was hoisting you up on his shoulders. Billy practically tossed you over the fence like a sack of potatoes, leaving you to wonder just how many pounds he was bench pressing at the gym.

The sight on the other side of the fence had you nearly in tears. A blanket was spread across the luscious grass, the moon shining on the lake beside it. Pillows and unlit candles surrounded the area, and your heart flipped at the sight. "Billy," you simply said, a thousand emotions hidden in the word.

"Do you like it?" he asked, joining you behind the fence.

"I love it," you smiled through teary eyes. You all but pulled him toward the blanket, though you were internally curious as to why he was being so romantic all of a sudden.

He moved around a couple of the pillows to make the space more comfy for the both of you, instructing you to lie back on the cushions. "I thought we could go stargazing. You've always told me you wanted to see a shooting star. Air's supposed to be clearer on this side of town."

And so, the two of you lay back on the blanket, your hand in his as he began to point out various constellations and shapes. Though, the beauty of the Big Dipper had nothing on the sparkle in Billy's eyes as he explained the stars to you.

The two of you examined each speck of light for hours, conversation barely ceasing as Billy pointed out every detail of Orion's Belt, every line of Andromeda. Your heart warmed at the sight, remembering how hard of a time he'd had adjusting to his cross-country move. Now, he'd found something about Hawkins that made him happy, and your heart swooned at that.

"Promise me something, Billy?" you said suddenly, rubbing soft lines on the back of his hands where your fingers met.

He turned to face you, messy curls framing his face as the moon shone down on those cerulean eyes you'd fallen in love with. "What's that?"

"Never lose that sparkle you have when you talk about this stuff?"

He snickered before pulling you up for a kiss, the taste of cherry slushie prominent on both of your mouths. "Don't go sappy on me now."

"I can't help it," you huffed in amusement. "You bring it out of me. You're like a puppy or something. I can't help but find you adorable."

His eyes narrowed in on you, clearly not amused at your words. "I don't know what they put in your slushie, but I think you need your eyes checked because I am not as cute as a puppy."

"You keep telling yourself that, you big golden retriever in black cat's clothing," you said, eliciting another deep chuckle from the man. "You still haven't promised, by the way."

In one swift motion, he was grabbing your body and pulling you down on him, eyes filled with love as he looked up at your squealing form. "I promise."

"You have to say the whole thing."

Billy held up a finger, drawing a 't' shape over the pocket of his tee shirt. "I, William Neil Hargrove, will never lose my sparkle. Cross my heart and hope to die."

"Now, was that so hard?" you giggled, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Yes, it was," he grumbled. "But I love you, so savor it because I'm not doing it again."

You rested your head on his hard chest, his scent and feel enveloping you like a bubble, made to keep away anyone or anything else from just the two of you. "I suppose I'll take it, star boy."

-> taglist: @ducky-is-dead-inside @awkotaco24 @liberhoe @hereiamhereigo @esoltis280

#imagine #imagines #blurb #blurbs #drabble #drabbles #one shot #one shots #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove imagines #billy hargrove one shot #billy hargrove one shots #billy hargrove fluff #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things one shot #stranger things one shots #stranger things fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #honeysuckleharringtons #honeysuckleharringtons's halloweek bash!

[honeysuckleharringtons]

"Forever Valentine" ~ E. Munson

Summary: When you aren't feeling yourself one Valentine's Day, Eddie is determined to make you feel better and let you know that you are his forever valentine.

Pairing: Mechanic!Husband!Eddie Munson x Wife!Reader (no pronouns used but Reader is called Wife)

Word Count: 938

Content Warning: Reader is lowkey depressed, mentions of food, sorta implied smut but not really?

Genre: Hurt/Comfort and some Fluff

Extra Notes: NAWT THE BAD SUMMARY AGAIN 😭

Based On the Request: "I've been feeling quite sad and not like my usual self. Do you think you can make a comfort/fluff of reader feeling similarly and Eddie helping with cuddles and snacks and whatever else you think of?" (requested by @rupsmorge)

Originally Written: 02/14/2023

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold

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It was four p.m. on Valentine's Day, and to say that thus far it had been underwhelming… Well, that was a major understatement.

It hadn't been all bad. Eddie had woken you up at the crack of dawn with a kiss on the forehead, whispering promises of a surprise when he got home from work that afternoon. When you'd finally forced yourself out of bed at around noon, you walked into the kitchen to see he'd left you a bouquet of red roses and a note that read,

"I'm not good with words, but to be fair, I don't know if there are words to tell you how happy I am to be your forever valentine. Happy first married Valentine's Day, my love." - Ed ♡

And sure, those things made you happy. You yourself couldn't believe that it was the first Valentine's Day you were spending as a married couple. But no matter how many chocolate hearts you ate or bottles of champagne you popped, it couldn't change the fact that you'd been in a horrible funk lately and had no clue how to fix it.

So, instead of asking for help, you did what any normal human being would in this situation—turned on cheesy Hallmark movies, wrapped the teddy bear that Eddie had given you last year in your arms, and ate strawberry ice cream straight out of the container.

You hadn't even realized that you were on your third rom-com of the day until Eddie crept into the house, left a ghost of a kiss on your ear, and commented, "Is this really what you do when I'm at the shop?"

You gave him a sideways smile, putting on your best show of happiness for him. Valentine's Day was one of his favorite holidays, because there was no way you could fight him on spoiling you for the day.

"Not always," you answered, "only on special occasions."

"Speaking of special occasions," he said, leaning down for a kiss on the lips, "happy Valentine's Day."

As he pulled away, he held out his hands, revealing the handiwork of what he'd been doing during the overtime he'd been working the past week.

He held out a metal rose, with "Eddie + YN" engraved in one of the petals. Sure, it wasn't the most practical of gifts, but to you, it meant the whole world. Eddie using his talents to make meaningful trinkets just for you? Swoon.

Tears poured down your cheeks as you took the hunk of metal from his hands, holding the material close to your chest. "Thank you, Ed," you managed to say through sobs, your chest heavy with some odd mixture of love and guilt.

Eddie almost immediately picked up that those weren't tears of happiness, prompting him to pull you into his embrace. His curls fanned out around you as he held your head against his chest, leaving soft kisses on the top of your head.

"What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing small circles on your back.

"Nothing," you lied, attempting to slow the flow of your tears. "Just super happy that you made this for me."

He let out a deep sigh, holding you close as he led the two of you down to the couch. Pulling you into his lap, he turned you to face him and pushed your now wet hair away from your cheeks. "I can't fix the problem if I don't know what it is," he told you. "Please, tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong," you insisted. "These are happy tears."

"If I said or did something-" he started to say, but you stopped that thought before he could even finish thinking it.

You placed a loving hand on his cheek, your thumb gliding softly against the stubble growing there. "You could never do anything to upset me. Well, except for when you leave your grease rags lying around."

He chuckled before leaving a long, soft peck on your forehead. "I love you. So much. Please come to me if you ever need me. There's a reason I asked to be your husband."

You melted into his embrace, tossing your legs over his and wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just…" you started, pausing to consider your words, "I've just been in a small funk lately."

"Whatcha mean?" Eddie asked in a whisper, placing his large palm in the center of your back.

"I've just been really sad. And tired. And I just feel off. I don't even remember how it feels to be my normal self," you explained. "I didn't say anything because I knew you were busy with work."

"Hey, hey, hey," he stopped you, his hand moving from your back to your hair, his fingers softly tugging at the ends, "never hesitate to tell me things just because of work. Work can wait. The second you slid this ring on my finger and I said, 'I do,' you became my top priority."

The two of you stayed like that for a while, enjoying the comfort of one another's embrace. He held you tight against his chest, whispering quiet "I love you's" against the shell of your ear, and trailing kisses along your neck.

"I love you too," you answered eventually, giving him an actual smile this time.

"Since it's Valentine's Day," he said as a smirk appeared on his perfectly plump lips, "can I show you just how much I love you, my beautiful, *kiss* amazing, *kiss* wonderful wife?"

You giggled, a smile sitting on your lips as they landed on his for a passionate, slow, strawberry-flavored kiss. "I *kiss* would love *kiss* nothing more."

Aaahh, happy belated Valentine's Day, lovers!! I tried so hard to have this up on Valentine's Day but alas, good things take time and I had to wait. But, I hope it was well worth it because I absolutely love how this turned out!

Thank you so much to @rupsmorge for this lovely request!! May everyone's sweetheart Eddie make you feel better and give you a lil comfort 🫶🏻💗🫂

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"Love and Pumpkin War" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: Steve and Reader have themselves a little pumpkin carving competition and it takes a much different turn than expected. All's fair in love and pumpkin carving, right?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,102

Content Warning: mild sexual humor, mild swearing, food talk sorta (lots of pumpkin references), pumpkin guts are mentioned approximately 145294629452946 times, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: i also hate the summary yay! 😀

Originally Written: 10/26/2023

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"Okay, how'd I do?" Steve asked, showing off his newly carved pumpkin.

You nearly dropped your knife in exasperation. "How are you already finished?" you grumbled, a sense of defeat coming over you.

He started to say something, then snickered at himself. You raised an eyebrow at him as if to ask, What's so funny?

"I almost said, 'When I do something, I do it hard and fast,' but I don't think that's exactly how I should say it," he laughed, resulting in you tossing a couple of pumpkin seeds at his head.

"Never mind how fast you are," you said sarcastically, "How are you already finished when I've barely scraped all the insides out of mine?"

"Dunno. But seriously, how'd I do?" he asked, holding up his pumpkin.

The pumpkin was supposed to be a regular Jack-O-Lantern, save for heart shaped eyes instead of triangles. Steve claimed the heart eyes would send off the right signal to any 'hot chicks' passing by his house, which gained him a sarcastic laugh from you. However, the hearts came out closer to ovals, the smile was almost perfectly horizontal, and he'd forgotten to give it a nose.

Still, in the spirit of wanting to win, you told him, "It looks pretty good, Steve."

"Why do I get the feeling you're lying to me?" he asked, hands on his hips. Of course, you were lying, but he didn't have to know that.

Soon enough, you were finished with your own carving, showing off your creation to the brunette across from you. Yours was a perfectly carved moon, surrounded by dainty little stars. Sure, you'd used a stencil while Steve was busy at work on his own pumpkin, but he didn't have to know that either.

"How the hell did yours come out perfect and mine looks like a five-year-old did it?" Steve complained.

A smug smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "I'll take my five dollars now."

His mouth flew open in shock. In one swift motion, he was tossing a handful of pumpkin guts, as he'd been calling them, directly at you. "I know you cheated somehow!"

In rebuttal, you were tossing pumpkin goo in his direction, a loud smack! sounding through the room as it hit his hard chest. You knew his mother would kill you both when she came home to see her kitchen covered in orange gunk, but neither of you seemed to care.

Seeds and slime flew back and forth like bullets on a battlefield, squeals and laughs filling the air as the two of you chased each other around the kitchen. At one point, you'd pretended to go one way just so you could sneak around him and dump a handful of pumpkin seeds and goo right into his hair, earning you a loud noise of aggravation from the man.

You'd gotten a bit carried away, almost forgetting about the gunk that now covered the floor. In an instant, your foot was slipping in a small pile of pumpkin, and you braced yourself for contact with the floor. But a loud smack against the floor never came, and instead, Steve's hand was wrapping around your wrist and pulling you back up.

You swore a jolt of electricity shot through you at his touch, his fingertips wrapped almost too tightly around your skin as he held you up. Laughter ceased from both of you, being replaced instead by heavy breaths and deep eye contact. It never really occurred to you just how pretty his eyes were. Sure, he was your best friend and you'd looked into his eyes countless times. But you'd never stopped to admire the tiny swirls of green mixed in with the deep brown that colored Steve's irises.

Butterflies floated around in your tummy as he still held your wrist, a look of concern prominent in his features. Steve might as well have been staring a hole straight through you, his eyes filled with worry from your slipping.

As if he could hear your thoughts, Steve was stuttering some form of inquiry about your current state as he looked over you. "A-Are you okay?" he managed, still not having released your arm from his grip.

You nodded, though between the seriousness swirling in his eyes and his electric touch on your skin, you were feeling quite the opposite of okay.

You'd never really thought about Steve like this. Having a crush on him was strictly off the table, considering you definitely weren't his type. And you certainly didn't want to cross any boundaries and ruin your nearly lifelong friendship with him. But when you stopped to consider all the little glances he'd shot your way in high school, all the little acts of kindness he'd done for you over the years, it was hard not to consider the idea of having crushes on each other.

As if once again reading your thoughts, he was finally removing his hand from your wrist, his finger moving up to a lock of loose hair and sliding it behind your ear. His look of worry had changed to one you couldn't quite recognize. But when his lips landed on yours, you recognized the look as one of want, a craving for you.

His kiss sent little jolts shooting through your veins, the scent of pumpkin and cologne filling your senses as you kissed him back. The butterflies from before had returned, dancing and floating around in your belly at the way he tasted, the way he felt.

Embarrassment heated up his cheeks as he pulled away, his face turning cherry red as he realized what he'd done. "I'm sorry," he apologized, suddenly looking anywhere but at you.

This time, your fingers shot out and wrapped around his wrist, catching him before he had the chance to run away. "Don't be. I didn't mind it."

His brows furrowed at your words. "You didn't?"

You shook your head, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "Between you and me, I kinda liked it."

A smirk came to his lips as he glanced around the room, taking in the sight of the mess you both had made. "Just between you and me," he paused, lips coming close to your mouth, though never making contact. Unbeknownst to you, he'd reached around you and grabbed a certain piece of paper, before holding it up in front of you. "I knew about the stencil."

This time, his lips were met with a big scoop of pumpkin guts. And so the battle continued on, the Harrington kitchen being filled with kisses and slime.

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