#joe keery au

[joekeeryswife]

joe keery has such strong dad energy, especially in recent photos from italy. can you write about joe traveling in italy with you and your baby daughter? i just know he’d be the type to wear his kid around and splash in the water with her, and fall asleep in the sun with her on his chest, and feed her little bites of pasta. with you, he’d make sure that your vacation was relaxing and that you felt treated like a goddess. insecure about wearing a bikini? joe can’t stop blushing when he looks at you in it even if you’ve been married for years. while the baby is napping, he massages your feet and cuddles with you. in turn, you set up reservations at his favorite restaurants and plan manageable but gorgeous walks around the city. idk man just dad!joe on vacation

Italy - j.k

a/n: hello angels. how have you all been? i’m so sorry i’ve been MIA lately but i’m back and better than ever! this request is adorable! let’s get into the imagine. it’s not proof read so please bare with me if this is shit lmfao, im still trying to get back into the swing of writing, i also can never seem to figure out how to end my imagines so if anyone has any tips please LMK!! for the ending the outfits are in the little collage🫧

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“baby come on we wanna get to the pool, what’s taking you so long-” Joe barged into the bathroom without knocking making you jump out of your skin. after having your daughter Florence a year and a half ago you had been insecure about your new body.

you were curvier then before, had a few stretch marks scattered all over your body which had faded but in your eyes they were so visible. you just didn’t feel like yourself and with this being your first holiday since having her, you were nervous.

nervous that you didn’t look as good as you did before, nervous that you were gonna get papped and people online would say awful things about you, nervous people were gonna stare.

but to Joe, the sweetest man ever thought you’d never looked better. you had carried a whole human for 9 months and you looked incredible. “Joe, you scared me” you placed a hand on your chest and turned to look at him.

Joe looked at you, eyes darting across your body, seeing you in a bikini for the first time in over a year made him feel tingly. his face heated up “you look beautiful baby, jesus christ you’re gorgeous” he saw your eyes light up slightly.

Florence was in her playpen which you had brought along to keep her occupied, Joe had made sure she was safe before coming to look for you. even after five years of being together and three years of marriage, just looking at you made Joe feel giddy. he was so lucky to have you in his life.

you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he couldn’t ever get over your beauty. Joe knew what you were doing in the bathroom, he had caught you one too many times and he hated that you felt insecure.

he walked toward you and pulled you into him “my pretty girl” he kissed your head as he hugged you closer. “you’ve never looked so beautiful” you smiled shyly. there was something about Joe, he always knew how to make you feel beautiful. he had a special way with words.

“come on, don’t want to keep you and flo waiting any longer” you said as you pulled yourself away from the hug. he ran back to Florence who squealed when she saw her dad, the two of them were best friends and although it made you jealous their relationship was your favourite thing ever.

seeing the two of them bonding was the most adorable thing in the entire world. even when she was in the womb he would spend hours and hours speaking to your bump with her kicking you in response. “my angel, let’s go. mama is almost ready” you heard him say as he picked Florence up out of the playpen, she squealed in delight as he did.

-♡-

the three of you were lounging around the pool, Italy was boiling hot and luckily the hotel you were staying at had a kids pool and an adult pool. Florence was a baby who loved the water, she never cried when having a bath, if anything she enjoyed it.

splashing around with her toys was her favourite thing to do. she loved your pool that you had back home, every time it was hot Joe would take her into the pool. your friends kids were a bit older than Florence and she loved watching them play in the pool too.

as soon as you and Joe got situated on your sun loungers he grabbed Florence and walked straight to the kid section which was thankfully right in front of you. you watched Florence splash the pool water with her toys, the biggest smile on her face.

Joe was sat opposite her with the exact same expression on his face. it was honestly scary how much Florence looked like him. they had practically all the same features except she had your eyes, she was a carbon copy of him.

aside from the fact that Florence and Joe where best friends and looked exactly like each other the worst of it all was when Florence said her first word which was of course ‘dada’. you had prayed that she said ‘mama’ first but nope. it wasn’t like it actually hurt your feelings, your daughter had days where you were the favourite parent and it made you tear up when she finally did say ‘mama’ for the first time.

Joe and Florence had only been sat in the kid pool for thirty minutes before his back started hurting but the look on his daughters face made it all worth it. other than you, Florence was the best thing to ever happen to him. before her, he didn’t really care about being a dad. it wasn’t something he had ever thought about. but that sunny Friday afternoon, the day you told him, showed him the positive test, he never thought he could love someone as much as he loved her.

“dada” Florence said as she looked up at him and lifted up a purple octopus for him to take. “oh thank you angel” he took the toy from her small hand. Joe watched Florence with the softest smile, she was the most adorable thing ever and he couldn’t get over the fact that you guys had made something so beautiful. Florence paused playing with her toys and yawned. Joe knew exactly what that meant, she only yawned when she needed a nap, it sounded odd because everyone yawns but the little eye rub after her yawn made it obvious. she was tired.

after waking up early (6:37am to be exact but who was checking? definitely not Joe) eating breakfast and all this playing in the pool, the girl had worn herself out. “come on sweetheart, you look like you’re about to fall asleep” Joe said as he stood up, picking up her few toys and shoving them in her pockets and then bending down to pick her up. she had her small arms lifted in the air, her eyes squinting as she looked up at Joe.

he picked her up and made his way back over to you. you where laying on the sun lounger now reading a book with your airpods in. you noticed Joe walking back with Florence hugging him tightly. you took one airpod out and smiled at the two of them. “you okay?” you asked, sitting up. Joe picked up the towel that was on his sun lounger and wrapped it around both him and Florence. “yeah, she just got tired. i mean, it’s around the time she usually has a nap isn’t it?” you looked at the time in your phone and nodded. “yeah, she’s actually stayed awake a lot longer then i thought she would”

Joe sat laid down on the sun lounger, making sure Florence was comfortable before he started running his hand up and down her back and through her hair. it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, her breathing slowed and she was completely relaxed against him so you went back to your book, letting the two of them have their moment.

it was about 10 minutes after Joe and Florence had sat down and the soft snores was the only thing you could hear from the two of them, it didn’t take long for Joe to fall asleep. he was just as tired as Florence was. you turned your attention to the two of them and felt your heart melt. your two favourite people in your company were the moments you treasured the most.

-♡-

“come on Joe i know it takes ten hours to do your hair but we are gonna be late” you said jokingly as you picked up Florence who was dressed in a white dress with the cutest sandals you’d ever seen, it was the last night in Italy before you went home tomorrow night and you wanted to do something special for Joe. he had planned this whole trip for you, knowing you needed a break from your town and the paparazzi (it’s not like you hit a break from that because they followed you everywhere!).

he needed to be appreciated just as much as he appreciated you and sometimes you struggled to do that with Florence. you weren’t saying that you didn’t love being a mum because you did, however sometimes you and Joe hardly spoke to each other because you were so focused on her.

“i’m coming honey, sorry” he came out of the bathroom with his hair perfectly styled, per usual, and he was wearing a comfortable but smart outfit. black jeans, blue t-shirt, let’s just say he looked perfect. he sat on the bed and put on his trainers and started doing the laces up, he stood up and kissed you on the cheek “you look beautiful baby” you smiled and thanked him with a a passionate kiss.

“and look at my angel” he took Florence out of your arms gently “you look perfect my sweet girl” he kissed her cheek a few times which made her squeal and hide her face in his neck. “right, let’s go, we can’t be late for whatever your mama’s planned can we?” you had seen a a popular restaurant all over social media which about fifteen minute walk from the hotel you were staying at which you also remembered was Joe’s favourite. he had been to Italy a few times and had always gone there with his friends and you had told him a few months ago when planning this trip that you couldn’t get a reservation which he was actually a little upset about. you and him hadn’t ever been there together and he wanted to take you there because he knew you’d love it. it was a surprise for him that you actually did get one. it wasn’t the best surprise out there but you knew it would mean something to him.

as the two of you walked hand in hand, Joe had Florence on his shoulders laughing as her dad played around with her. after about twenty minutes (due to Joe messing about) you guys approached the small town where the restaurant was and Joe’s eyes lit up, he could see the restaurant sign and turned his head to look at you.

“are we going in there?” he squeezed your hand slightly as his body filled with excitement. “yeah, i got us a reservation and wanted to surprise you. it’s not a huge thing but i knew you would like it” his heart melted, that’s one thing he loved most about you. always remembering the little things he had said and trying your best to get those things sorted. he had said about going here ages ago and honestly he had forgotten about it but you, you didn’t and you made sure you got one.

“aww honey, that’s so sweet of you” he let go of your hand and pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your waist. he kissed your cheek softly as the two of you continued walking towards the busy looking restaurant.

once sat inside the restaurant you sat opposite Joe with Florence in a high chair at the end next to both of you. she was babbling away in her own little language. Joe replied to everything she said as if he knew what she was saying but it made her happy, she had a smile on her face showing her four small teeth. “last night in Italy. is it bad that i want to live here forever?” Joe said as he turned his attention back to you.

you shook your head “no, it’s beautiful here” you smiled, if you could move to Italy you would, the houses were beautiful, the people were lovely, the views were gorgeous, so what was stopping you?. “maybe we could move here. i mean, not now obviously but sometime in the future we could” Joe said as he ran a hand through his hair.

“also just changing the subject, i really appreciate you doing this for us” he started but you rolled your eyes jokingly “Joe, all i did was make a reservation it’s not that big of a deal” you laughed but he took ahold of your hand and looked at you “it is to me. you went out if your way to get us in here and that’s just a small piece of what you do for us. you take care of flo when i’m away working which fucking kills me but you keep it together, make sure she’s okay and even make sure i’m okay and i’m not even there before you make sure you’re alright yourself. when we are at home together the only time we see each other is when we are in bed and at that point one of us is usually asleep. i know you miss up our date nights and even just being together in general” he was stroking your hand gently as he spoke.

“this vacation has been the best thing for us because we’ve actually spent time together which we rarely do. we have completely different schedules so i know it’s hard but after this movie is over i’m taking a break and i’m going to focus on you and flo. you’re my main priority and i need to spend time with you.” he kissed your hand and smiled.

“we do need to spend more time together and i do miss our dates, they were my favourite” his smile softened and his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. “i know, so that’s what we are doing. i’ll get someone to look after Florence and we will do something together” with happy your heart melting you leaned over the table enough to kiss him. you could feel him smile into the kiss which you always loved him doing, you didn’t know why, you just did.

“i love you” you said as you pulled away to sit back down “i love you more” you felt your cheeks heat up. you heard a small whine from the little lady who was sat next to you which made you both turn to look at her. she had the smallest frown on her face which made both you a Joe laugh “and we couldn’t forget our favourite girl” he said pulling her out of her high chair and placing her on his lap, smothering her with small kisses which made her giggle, making your heart melt at the sight. your favourite people in the world.

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[harrywavycurly]

Texting Boyfriend Joe Keery Part 4: A Few Days

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this super cute and fluffy update! Also friendly reminder that in this series Joe loves to spoil you and do whatever he can to make your life easier✨

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[allfandomxreader]

Back to You

“I don’t want to start over with you.”

Summary: Eight months ago, you swore you would never step foot in Hawkins again. When Robin begs for you to come home for spring break, you find yourself agreeing despite better judgment. You’ve missed everyone, you could endure one more week in Hawkins if that means you can see your friends again. 

Episode 1

“You thought that you had healed, and this would be less painful. But seeing him, especially with Brenda, someone whose last name you can’t remember. A girl he never even looked at or mentioned or gave the time of day, opened every wound that had scarred since the last time the two of you spoke.”

Episode 2

“It didn’t help that you were helplessly in love with him. Once upon a time, you and Steve could hang out and get drunk in his basement or play chicken in his pool between shots. Those nights would end with you sprawled on his bedroom floor in a pair of his sweats and a hoodie. You could’ve gotten drunk on his scent alone.”

Episode 3

“The pain that came with loving Steve Harrington almost consumed you. You needed space, you needed time to grieve a relationship that never happened, to move on. So, you kept him at arm’s length. You ignored his calls here and there and made up excuses to not hang out. You weren’t sure what hurt more, being there to pick up the broken pieces of his heart or not being there at all.”

Episode 4

“Unwillingly, you made peace with death between four concrete walls, back pressed against the love of your life. You didn’t think you’d get the chance to see him one last time or give a proper goodbye. The universe always seemed to put you and Steve together when the world was falling apart, and for that, you’d forever be grateful.”

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[dimepdf]

So I seen your wired Joe Keery x reader fic and I really loved it alot!! I was wondering if you can make different interview(probably with jimmy Fallon) with the same reader or different if you have time!!^^

𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓. + 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐘

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synopsis. Y/n's viral trending interview where she shuts down rumors about her marriage that has got Twitter in a chokehold.

pairing. joe keery x reader

word count. 1.7k

genre and warnings. milf!actor!singer!reader, VMA’s award, social media fic, mentions of depression, black coded, dilf!joe, parent fic, voice claim: Adele, marriage not beta read | —  read the first part one here if you want, they're connected. sorry this took so long <3

Y/n L/n shares details, pics, and heart throbbing memories from Joe Keery wedding weekend.

Y/n L/n The normally private celebrity gave her Instagram followers a sneak peek inside her fairytale wedding to husband Joe Keery. 

In a private ceremony at L’Olivetta, a villa owned by Dolce & Gabbana, in Portofino, Italy on Sunday, May 22. All of their closest friends and family members watched as the couple swapped vows surrounded by wildflowers and dreamy nature. 

Tying the knot with her husband, Joe Keery, wearing a dress described by Vogue as “a custom off-the-shoulder lace bodice embellished with tiny pale pink and white flowers and seed pearls, layered with tulle for volume, and laced for a fairytale look.”

The ceremony was very private and protected for the famous stars, with less than 30 friends and family members gathered to watch the couple. 

Even details of the event were scarce in the days immediately following it. Until Y/n let her fans and the world know by sharing a few photos from her big day.

The first post shows her and Keery exchanging their vows surrounded by their loving family members and friends. 

The 26-year-old actress posted a video of herself walking down the aisle to Lord Huron's "The Night We Met," which she and Keery, 30, thought was the "most romantic love song."

The video gives us enough details of how stunning her dress truly looked in addition to some of the details of her dazzling edgy makeup.

Keery and L/n’s romantic history is like something out of a romantic romcom, when the two first met in 2017 as co-stars during the production of the show “Stranger Things” second season. 

By the end of the season premier, the two actors were spotted around more and more, until their public announcement was posted that they were in fact a couple just keeping it on the low away from the media.

Unbeknownst to their fans, Y/N took to Instagram in 2019 to make a surprise announcement: she was not only pregnant, but she had already given birth to their beautiful son, Graham. 

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"I'm here with one of the biggest icons of this generation, Y/n / L/n has grown to become a household name since her start in the spotlight of Stranger Things, showing off amazing talents as well as starting her admirable music career, added to being a mother on top of that." The interviewer announced to the camera a very dazzling Y/n standing next to her with a contented smile, adorned in expensive jewelry.

Her makeup look was dark and dramatic with earthy tones that paired well with the main attraction: the dress.

The trailing sheer maxi dress sparkled in hand sewn pearls and different shades of brown beads that covered all of the parts that mattered, with a deep v-line tuck that stopped at the mid of her torso and long flared sleeves that were perfect against her brown skin. 

"Y/n, this is your first music awards appearance. How are you feeling today?"

"Oh, I'm always nervous, but mostly excited to be in the company of so many talented artists. It sort of feels weird not watching from behind a screen." Y/n chuckled, folding her arms to cover her chest; her outfit was already trending on Twitter.

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you, what made you want to break away from just acting in the first place?" The lady leaned in as Y/n nodded her lips, pouting a bit as she thought about the question.

"Honestly, my husband Joe, he makes his own music and I've always just been drawn to everything that he writes. He definitely played as a huge inspiration for pushing me into songwriting; without him, I probably wouldn't even know where to start." Her response was humble, pulling on the heartstrings of all of the fans watching that adored the couple.

Y/n has received nominations for a number of awards for her debut album, after breaking into the mainstream with an ep written with her husband Joe Keery, the musical duo collaborating on award-winning songs including their music videos that had collected 3 billion views all together.

Fans conspired, claiming that the album was a response to the media harassing the actress to the point of hospitalization in 2019, with the hit song, Easy On Me, even reaching global charts.

Y/n struggling with the experience of being a new mother paired with Hollywood's nastiest, the couple unbeknownst separated during the time because of the stress.

In 2022, all secrets were revealed with the release of the song's music video.

Y/n directed a 20-minute short film depicting all the emotions and things she had to go through during and even after her pregnancy. With being thrust into the media spotlight, the actress expressed through her lyrics how it took a mental toll on her in some scenes and even talked about heavier topics like suicide.

Y/n uses her music to show fans how truly unhappy she was in her early days of acting and how she was able to heal with the love and support of her now-husband, Joe Keery, and son.

The media was excited to finally see her perform live for the first time since her parody song in 2017 with the Stranger Things cast, her album being promoted virally online as many of her fans couldn't wait to be brought to tears watching the star get the recognition that she truly deserved.

Racking up nominations for: video of the year, artist of the year, song of the year, best new artist, video for good, album of the year, best cinematography, best direction and best longform video.

"I know that I am personally happy that you’re here. There was a rumor going around that you would even be coming."

"Girl, this LA traffic is a mess. I had to lie in the backseat of a van for two hours so I wouldn't crease my dress and don’t even get me started on the heat. My makeup was melting the entire time. I was thinking about just calling it and telling the driver to turn around, but luckily I had my support."

"Yes, it doesn't get pretty hot here. Your dress is so amazing, by the way, you look so stunning. Was that support that you needed, your husband and cast mates that decided to also make an appearance to help cheer you on?" 

"Oh lord no, it wasn’t Joe. He was in the van with me annoying the hell out of me. It was my son Graham. It's his first award show and—fingers crossed—if I end up winning anything, I would like him to be there to thank him since he’s the entire reason why the album even exists."

"To elaborate, in the very inmate-looking music video for All Night Parking, you had Hollywood hottie Sebastion Stan as your love interest. How was filming some of those scenes as well as how did Joe feel being behind the camera being the one to film those scenes?"

 "He was actually the one that brought up the casting in the first place, but there wasn't really any awkwardness there. The environment in general was just really comforting and I remember we had to do that many times because I kept making Sebastian laugh. It was just all a mess since we were all friends." Y/n answered professionally, staying clear of any negative rumors spreading about her marriage.

"I have just one more question that I know that the fans at home are curious about as well. In your album you talk a lot about your past experiences as well as your break in relationship with Joe, but fans have been theorizing a lot online about your song. Rumor has it, some of the songs may bring up a theme of someone cheating in the relationship or the song was a shade towards actress Maika Monreo, who in the past has had a relationship with Joe. What are your thoughts on those theories? "

After the question was asked, fans watching held their breath, actually surprised that the interviewer would even be disrespectful enough to ask that question to Y/n’s face, the actress sighing, knowing that the headlines would catch up to her at some point.

"Neither actually. The song was actually written about one of my less loyal ex's. I don't write music to spite anyone, nor do I really plan to in the future." The answer came off more stiff, Y/n's tone shifting from friendly to stern at just a snap of the finger.

The interviewer almost crumbling from the weight of the actress's blank stare.

"Of course! Well, I just wanted to feed the fans, you know, we’re all just so excited to see you perform." In the interview, in hopes of saving her career.

Y/n exits away from the frame of the camera with an eye roll, already being used as a meme online.

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User: Y/n..makes an album hoping to cope with her trauma wanting to move on with her life and heal. Interviewers..brings up her trauma for clout. 

User: bro the amount of disrespect Y/n has to face baffles me but the way she handles it..QUEEN BEHAVIOUR

User: Poor Y/n. It just goes to show how interviewers don’t care what they ask, they’re making money either way.

User: Y/n was just being so real. She’s so straight forward and said what needed to be said.

User: I felt like apologising to Y/n for not even doing anything

User: i never did anything to offend y/n, but i’m just gonna apologize right now. yaknow, just in case.

User: It’s weirder when you think that all these female celebrities are experiencing this behaviour ON TV. So what goes on behind closed doors? The whole industry is rotten

User: The media seriously owes an apology to women, BIGTIME.

User: the way that Y/n snapped and stood up for Joe yet was still able to keep it classy and professional gave me so much more respect for her.

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[little-bumblebeeee]

Eddie finding Steve on one of those gay dating sites but all of Steve's photos are like Straight Man Photos

Here is Steve holding a fish

Here is Steve at the gym

Here is Steve– oh shit he has a cute dog–

Here is Steve in front of a car

(Eddie totally swipes right tho because goddamn)

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[obligatedart]

I can never resist the urge to draw this babygirl 🥹

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[ghost-proofbaby]

y'all be saying "girl dinner" and then it's just photos of joe keery on stage smh

anyways

girl dinner!

#joe keery #steve harrington rockstar au when? #fuck #this also applies to him with glasses

[rustedhearts]

crush (college!steve harrington x fem!reader)

summary: academic distraction comes in the form of one tall, handsome brunet named steve.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ the scholar stud masterlist ✶ main masterlist

tags: college!steve, college!reader, fluff, a little cringe sometimes, steve's a cocky douche, smut!! silly ending because i just wanted to finish it.

a/n: why, yes. the notorious college steve has returned for this one day. i hope you enjoy his rebirth.

somewhere in indiana, october 1988. tillman university.

"And that concludes today's class. Folks, don't forget the exam tomorrow, bright and early eight a.m—"

The shuffle of notebooks and folders being swept from plastic desks drowned out the bellow of Professor Brown's instructions as the class scurried to leave. Everyone knew the pub just on the edge of campus was hosting 'Beer Olympics' tonight, and most of your classmates couldn't risk losing out on even one moment in that sticky, wood-paneled bar.

Including the handsome, silky-haired Steve Harrington, who sat in front of you and chewed on his pen for the entire hour of English 231: British Literature. At first, the incessant clicking of teeth against plastic and ink drove you insane.

But once, he whirled around when the cap went flying and landed on your desk, and the smile he passed you seemed sweet and bashful. The rosiness on his cheeks pretty, the hazel of his eyes against the fluorescents dreamy. He started murmuring to you during class discussions, begging for explanations on 'what the hell that Shakespeare guy was talking about.'

Steve Harrington might've shared a love for the stupid and the insane like the rest of the population on Tillman's campus, but he had the good grace to display it such a wonderful way that you didn't even mind.

You shuffled back to your dorm, bundled in a scarf and wool-lined coat, prepared to settle cozily into bed and study for tomorrow's test—your roommate, however, had other ideas.

"I need you to come with me," she whined as you removed your layers and tossed them on the bed. "This is my one chance for James to see how hot I am."

A cackle shot from your mouth, though you softened to pity as your roommate's shoulders drooped. James was her very own Steve: handsome, a year or two her senior, and a complete academic distraction. Her attempts to get his attention have lengthened weeks now, but all to no avail.

"I don't know...I have an exam tomorrow—"

"Oh, God, please," she groaned, falling back on her bed across the room. The springs yipped. "Chaucer is more important than the state of my love life?"

"What is the state of your love life?"

"Dead!"

You bit back a grin, swallowing all amusement when your roommate rolled onto her side and frowned at you. Like a little sister begging to be included, she rounded her eyes and jutted her lip.

"C'mon, please?" she whined. "You can bring your stuff to study, I'm sure there's a quiet corner. They have food, too! Come on, I'll buy you shitty bar wings!"

Eyeing her weepy, desperate eyes and your piles of highlighted notes, you mulled over the options with half-hearted sincerity. You were 95% sure you would ace this exam tomorrow, and the study session was for 'just in case.' Who were you to stand in the way of your roommate's apparent true love?

"And onion rings," you added.

Bouncing into a seated position, your roommate beamed and clapped her hands together sharply. "Anything."

✶ ✶

"Okay, here." Two plastic baskets of sticky barbecue wings and crispy, golden onion rings slid your way across a poorly-cleaned wooden hightop. "Are you good by yourself over here? I saw James by the pool table."

Grinning like a toddler with a treat, you reached for a wing with gentle fingers and nodded. "Yep, I'm perfect. Go get your man!"

Relief flooded her features, all dolled up and sparkly. She popped a quick kiss to your cheek and spun around, sweeping a hand over her hair to tame the frizz.

"Okay, I'm going in."

You watched her trot away in heels she could barely squeeze into with a giggle. She eased her way into a group of people near the pool table, lingering close enough to the blond-haired James without seeming desperate. You'd seen your roommate dizzy-headed around plenty of men before, but James turned her into something else.

The corner she found you was as quiet as a bar corner could be at eight o'clock on the night of a campus-wide event. Purses and backpacks piled in the corner of your booth, potently scented with sweet perfume and cigarette smoke. The lights were low back here, and most of your notes came scanned in the neon blue glow of the Budweiser sign hanging behind your head. Once your eyes adjusted to the hue, and the rowdy buzz of your peers faded away, you honestly found enjoyment in your little corner.

Until—

"Well hello, Oh studious one," a voice bellowed over the noise. "Didn't expect to see you here."

Steve Harrington, handsome, pink-cheeked, and a little bleary-eyed, sauntered toward your table with a beer in hand. He bent over your textbook, elbows creasing the onion skin pages, and flashed you a sideways grin. You thanked the blue lights for concealing the heat in your face.

"I'm quite surprising."

He chuckled, condensation dripping from the amber bottle in hand when he pointed the mouth of it toward the contents of your table. "And you're...reading. At a bar."

You clicked your pen, swiping a lukewarm onion ring from its basket. "I'm studying for our test tomorrow."

Steve lifted his gaze from the book, returning it to your face—his own blank and thoughtless. He's slow to lift the lip of the beer bottle to his mouth, and the swig he takes comes with furrowed brows.

The bottle pops away with a sharp release of suction. "Test?"

Giggling, you slap your hand onto your book. "Are you serious? Professor Brown just told us about it, like, four hours ago."

Steve straightened up, removing himself from your book. A large hand swept over the top of his hair, darkened with dampness from the exertion of Beer Olympic seriousness.

"Ohhh, that test," he snarked. "The test on...."

He trailed so far you worried he'd get lost, and as you tipped your chin down and fixed him with an incredulous look, you had mercy on him. "Chaucer."

Steve blinked again, eyes as glazed over and empty as a doe's. "Who?"

You succumbed to your amusement, a chorus of giggles bubbling over. "You're helpless."

Steve shrugged, cheek meeting his shoulder with an air of coolness. His body tipped sideways, one elbow returning to its place on your wrinkled pages to lean his weight on the table.

"Maybe so."

You took a small bite of your onion ring, which had lost all its crisp, and took your turn to blink blankly. But the boy was patient, knuckles rapping on the table in an offbeat tune as you lingered in the pause. Finally, overcome by his own impatience, Steve set his bottle on the table and slid even closer. You could feel the warmth of his body, exuding alcohol-laced sweat and a back alley cigarette soaked into the dampness of his t-shirt. Black cotton, thinned with sweat, drenched in leathery cologne applied hours ago.

"Maybe...you could help me then," he suggested, tone sauced with boyish charm.

Heat flooded your face like a dam bursting, rushing like a hot-blooded throb. You shifted on the sticky booth, boots clunking together beneath the table. The bits of soggy breading balled in your throat.

"I—" You swallowed, hands gripping the booth beneath you with urgency. "I-t-that could—"

Steve plucked his beer bottle from the table, sliding a step away from the table. His friends crowded around the pool table, where your roommate and her very own version of Steve were pressed against the wall, murmuring in close proximity.

"So, tomorrow?" He took another shuffled step back, a glint in his eye like he already knew his work was done.

He had you.

You swallowed again, tongue darting out to wet your dry mouth. "But...the test will be over by then."

Steve cupped his hand around his ear, eyes squinting as you grew smaller with every step back. "What? I can't—you're so far away! I can't hear you."

Amusement glimmered through, shattering your stunned stupor and bringing you back to life. Another mindless giggle tumbled from your mouth, and Steve savored it as he turned just enough to miss your pretty face.

"See you tomorrow!" he called.

You watched the plain of his broad back make its way into the crowd again, falling into a chorus of hoops and hollers and flushed, sticky bodies. You watched him douse himself in beer from a poorly-crafted beer bong held by a sloppy drunk. You watched him until you felt like a giddy schoolgirl, and did your best to return to your work and wait to take your leave.

And Steve stole glances when he knew you were no longer looking, hoping you'd really show.

✶ ✶

"I can't believe this is happening."

"I'm already nervous enough, please stop saying that."

"I'm sorry!" your roommate shrieked, hands slapping against her cheeks as she watched you fix your hair for the millionth time in the mirror on the floor. "I just...I just can't."

"Okay, but you can tell me if my outfit is good. Is it-is it okay? What does it say to you?"

You hopped to your feet, whirling around to show your carefully crafted outfit. You spent all night holding your roommate's hair back and pondering over your outfit in your head; daydreaming about what Steve would say once he had you in his dorm room, which he slipped by your table with beer-laced instructions to meet him at when the night dwindled down.

Now here you were, clammy palmed and losing your mind. Was this some sort of trick? A dare? Was he playing a joke on you?

“It says: ‘I want Steve Harrington to fuck me.’ But in a very chic, understated way.”

Huffing, you did your best to ignore the swirl in your belly at the thought of Steve mirroring your roommate’s beliefs.

“I’m leaving. You’re no help,” you half-heartedly scolded, swiping your bag on the way toward the door.

But if Steve Harrington wanted to fuck you, you certainly had no objections.

He had a sloppily scrawled sign on his dorm room door declaring it his place of residence (and whoever the hell Eddie Munson was). You swallowed as you brought your knuckles to the wood, smoothing your hair once more as footsteps shuffled behind it. It swung open with a gust of warm, woodsy air. His cologne filled the room like a potent candle, and you took a brief moment to suppress a cough before taking in his smooth, half cocked grin.

“Hey, pretty,” he drawled, leaning against the doorway with crossed arms.

Huffing a laugh, you fiddled with the strap of your bag over your shoulder. “Hi, Steve.”

Steve took a moment to drink you in, tongue inching between his lips to wet it as he shuffled back a step. His hand pushed the door open all the way, revealing a recently-cleaned bedroom adorned with two double-twins and a desk warm with amber lamplight. You immediately knew which posters were his—all sports related and signed.

“Come on in, get comfy.”

You took tiny steps inside, shivering when he breezed by in another whoosh of air to close the door behind you. The heat of his body, lingering close behind as you inspected the room, nipped at that gooey, mushy part of you that ached for him. The same part of you that rendered you a distracted, brainless mess in class when he spoke or flexed that strong arm with a grip around his pen.

“Thirsty?”

Whirling around, you found Steve standing near the desk, watching you with fixed and glinting hazel eyes.

Your face warmed twenty degrees. “Sorry?”

He motioned toward a mini fridge under the desk, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Something to drink?”

You breathed a laugh, swinging your bag off your shoulder. “Oh, um, sure.”

You had to look away when he bent to pull it open, the strain of tendons and cords of muscle in his tan, lean arms enough to make your mouth pool with water. Christ, you were ridiculous. You turned toward the dark, black fabric-clad side of the room where his roommate must’ve lived.

“So, um, the test was pretty easy this morning, but we can still—“

“Look at you. God, you’re so beautiful.”

The cold condensation of a Coke can pressing against your arm was the first to startle you—whirling around with a sharp-edged gasp. Then the sound of his words, rasped behind your ear, bringing goosebumps to your skin. His body, so close you could feel his warmth, smell the mint on his freshly-brushed teeth.

Standing this close, you could feel his breath tickle your cheeks, could see the shiny sheen of spit on his mouth from his tongue.

"W-what?"

Steve just shook his head, a dumfounded wonderment glistening in his eye. "You heard me."

Your jaw slackened, lips parting to utter some stupefied response, mind turning to soupy mush at the sudden proximity. Before you could even attempt some silly, bashful disagreement, Steve collected your chin in his hand. Pinched between gentle fingers, he guided your mouth up to his own until their softness touched.

The Coke can clattered to the ground and rolled toward the desk as his mouth closed over yours. You perked on your toes, fingers curling into fists as they lifted toward his shoulders, broad and firm. You couldn't believe this was happening. You always thought he tossed you looks during class, that he might've lingered a little too long when he walked to his desk just to watch you sit there.

You never imagined it could be true. That Steve Harrington wanted you the way you wanted him.

“You could’ve,” an interruption of kisses stopped you short, the click of spit and lips echoing off cinderblock, “at least…mm, pretended—oh! T-to study.”

“Couldn’t wait,” Steve mumbled against your mouth, teeth scraping your bottom lip, breath hot against your tongue.

Arousal flushed hot in your body, stomach squeezing in time with the fluttered successions of excitement provoked by his roaming hands. They stroked down your arms and toward your waist, slipping through the curves to hold you firmly. Another gasp bled into his open mouth when he tugged you close.

"This is so much better than Chaucer," he breathed, mouth sliding over your lips to your cheek where he pressed a firm and sloppy kiss.

"Mhm," you pipped dazedly, head tipping to follow his affections.

Thighs bumping the edge of the bed, you allowed Steve to guide you onto the black duvet of the mattress behind you. It rumpled with the hurried shuffle of bodies climbing over. Steve tugged you by the calves when you met the pillow, pulling you flat beneath him. He dipped with eager excitement to collect another kiss as your thighs bookended his hips.

"Test was already graded," Steve muttered, nudging your jaw with his nose to move it aside and fit his head in your neck. "Got...mm...eighty-five."

Heaving for air, you ruffled your fingers through the thickness of his hair: soft and slipping between your hands like silk. Blinded by the tingling buzz reverberating through your bones, you could barely form a thought, let alone a sentence aloud. Steve's lips suctioned to the column of your throat, and your body gave a jolt.

"Th-thought you didn't know anything."

Steve chuckled, and the sound grumbled through you like a firework. You gave another jerk, fingers twisting in his hair, hips canting up against the firmness of his jeans.

"M' not stupid," he mumbled into your neck, nipping with gentle teeth at your earlobe. "Just so distracted. Can't stop thinkin' 'bout you behind me."

"Oh, Steve," you scoffed, eyes opening blearily to blink at the tiled ceiling, browned with old water stains. His hair tickled your cheek, cologne bathing you in masculine comfort.

Steve lifted his head, peering down at you with rosy cheeks and swollen lips. "You don't believe me?"

You let your hands fall from his hair, smoothing over the firmness of his shoulders. The stretch of your thighs around him began to burn in the most delicious way, and the tufts of chest hair slipping from his grey t-shirt made you shift on the bed. You wanted him. Like a mad woman, some nymphomaniac, lust-ridden fiend.

"I don't know," you sighed, running a finger down his chest. "Let's just...talk about it later."

Steve watched you a moment, eyes scanning your face with scrutiny. When heat swelled in your flesh, his lips coiled into a grin, eyes alight with amusement.

"Ohhh, I see. Poor little baby just can't wait. Y' want me, pretty girl?"

You bobbed your head fervently, the beginning of a pout even toying with your lips. He rendered you ridiculous and stupid, and later, you might've even felt embarrassed about how easy it was for Steve Harrington to have you whining.

But right now, all you cared about were his hands, big and rough and warm to the touch, taking off your shirt.

"Don't worry, honey," Steve cooed breathlessly, eyes traveling to the newly exposed flesh. "You've got me."

As his hands explored and grabbed at flesh, your own slipped beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, splaying over the soft skin beneath. He was quick to shed himself of the layer, and you did your best to admire the build revealed as he trailed kisses between your breasts. He led them all the way down to your navel, and then over the curve of flesh leading to the waistband of your pants. Steve hooked his fingers in the belt loops and tugged harshly, practically ripping them from your thighs and down over your feet.

He captured his lip between his teeth as he settled between your legs again, fingers pinching and kneading at the flesh like soft dough. "And I've got you. Ain't that right?"

You grew dizzy with your nodding, so petulantly desperate and pleading. Steve grinned at it, index tracing the lace of your underwear with explorative wonderment as he watched your eyes well up. He was certain if he prolonged your pleasure any more, he'd have you weeping.

"Don't cry, honey," he soothed, peeling your panties off by the lace band. "Steve's gotcha."

In the back of your mind, you rolled your eyes and giggled at the ridiculous confidence Steve seemed to think he could get away with—but in reality, you were too busy lifting your hips to meet Steve's fingers, brushing just gently over your core as he undid his belt with the other hand. The buckle clinked and clunked with a toss, clattering to the tile floor somewhere near Steve's side of the room, where your backpack and all its contents spilled in the erotic chaos of Steve's impatience.

When the pair of you were bare, Steve breached the distance—flesh on flesh exuding heat that glistened in a haloed sheen. His mouth worked over yours a while longer, melting you down just a little more into absolutely nothing. Hands coaxing your limbs to release their tensions, your muscles to relax and ease into him. You trusted him more than anything, warmed by his gentle affections. No man had ever been so sweet and slow.

The crinkle of foil came like tv static, muffled and low. And then something larger than his fingers was brushing your core, slipping through the slickness pooling. He rubbed the tip along your most sensitive, delicate spot just enough to have you whimpering and twisting, before sliding into your entrance with slow, meticulous purpose.

Steve groaned as he pushed further, forearms planted on either side of your head. Your thighs quaked against his ribs, hoisted high and holding on tight. You reached for his hair again, desperate for more of him.

"You okay, honey?" Steve mumbled against your cheek, fanning hot breath into your ear.

You shivered at the grumble of his voice rattling through you, nodding once more. "Y-yeah. Keep going, please."

He huffed a chuckle, shifting his hips to push a little deeper and revel in the gasp you shot out.

"Please," he mocked, kissing your damp cheek. "So sweet."

When he sank in completely, you could've sworn you saw the light. A burning sting that had you writhing crawled through your thighs and up your back, settled even deep in your stomach where the thickness of him rested. He nuzzled into your neck with a low grunt of relief, giving you the space of his back to run your fingers down and kiss mindlessly. Steve seemed to be no better, losing himself in the warmth of your body wrapped around him.

"Steve, please."

Your voice stirred him from his hazy, lust-drunk stupor; he quickly readjusted to lift off his arms.

"Shh, shh, 've got you."

Like revving an engine, Steve gave a few short thrusts before settling into a pace of slow, deep humps that came like timed successions. You gasped and groaned with every one, nails biting into the warm, clammy skin of his shoulders. Once he knew you were satisfied and free of discomfort, Steve took his moment to brush your hair out of your face with a heavy, sweeping palm. He peppered kisses all over your face, delicate brushes of his mouth over your eyelids and nose, firmer across your mouth and cheeks.

Who knew Steve Harrington would be so sweet?

“Knew you’d feel so good,” he whined into your ear, pace quickening a bit with eagerness.

“So good,” you parroted, a high pitched and nasally lilt congealing your voice.

But he was just that good.

The room quieted to a blend of slick skin clicking and the bated, hoarse breaths of erotic thrill. You weren’t sure how long it truly went on, but the world just fell away around you. Blackened in a vignette of vision, hazed over with heavenly satisfaction. Your body buzzed in some muffled, distant way—you felt like just a mind in a body, being taken away. It was hard to focus on anything other than Steve, rocking into you and leaving kisses on your neck.

When your hiccuped breath shifted to sharp mewls, clawed from somewhere deep in your chest, Steve reared back and steadied his hands on your hips. He slowed to a glacial pace, watching his own cock prod at the flesh beneath your navel, your own slickness gather at his pelvis. He brought his thumb to your clit, pressing firmly into the delicate nub to focus a gentle, circular massage. You twisted and writhed like a woman enraged with demonic possession, and your grip on his forearms felt like something out of The Exorcist.

But it was all worth it to watch your face balloon with heat, flooding every vein with scorching pleasure until air became nothing but a lifeline. Steve was glad to even press pause on his own pleasure just to see you summit. Your chest trembled with a quaking roar, limbs succumbing to weakness in the daze. Vision clouded with grey static, streaked with a pool of tears.

When you were positively spent, Steve carefully unsheathed, squeezing his fist around his cock with firm pressure and bringing it to hover over your stomach.

“This okay, sweetheart?” he managed to grit out, neck bulging with veins, cheeks growing red.

You could barely nod, swiping your hand through the thin layer of sweat along his arm. “Uh-huh.”

“Oh God—fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Warmth splattered across your abdomen, like a gentle flicker of water across your skin. The squelching sound of Steve fucking his fist died down, mirroring the dwindle of moans and groans from the boy himself. He fell forward heavily, catching himself with one hand beside your head. His nose brushed your cheek, catching his breath against the clammy skin.

“Christ,” he heaved, jutting a lazy kiss to the corner of your mouth. “We owe Chaucer a big one.”

Before you could giggle or scoff, the door swung open with a chittering screech. Steve scrambled to grab the comforter and shield your bare, sticky bodies, both your heads snapping toward the doorway as a shaggy-haired boy stomped through: his roommate.

“Harrington, what the fuck?”

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[spookednsaucy]

You can't tell me that this isn't Steve Harrington and his parents

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girl dinner ✨(that one clip of joe keery smoking on set while in costume has altered me)

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[joekeeryswife]

hello lovely could u please maybe do an insta au with joe? 💕💕

Instagram AU - j.k

a/n: hey loves! here is my first joe instagram au. short but sweet, enjoy 🫶🏼

ynyln: on set 🎬

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ynfan02: y/n looking as beautiful as ever 🥹

ynyln: soft launch i guess ☺️ @djo

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[harrywavycurly]

Sarah I'm so glad you're back!!! I hope you're feeling better or at the very least, not as shitty as you did before💖💖💖

I don't want to add any stress by making a request but could we maybe have bf Joe Keery text convo with reader who HATES being home alone, pretty please🥹

I despise being home alone, especially at night I literally have to double and triple check the doors are locked, whilst facetiming my bf so he can reassure me that they're locked and once, I took the largest kitchen knife out of the block and slept with it under my pillow because I was so terrified of being alone. So maybe just something comforting?!

I'm so sorry this just turned into me word vomiting about how I hate being home alone and if you don't want to do this/there's no pressure or anything!!!

And if you've read this far then again I'm sorry and thank u!!!! I really am glad ur back💖🥹

Hiii lovey!! Awe I’m glad to be back!! I hope you enjoy this because it literally spoke to me because when I’m home alone I’m very much the same way but I walk around with a hammer not a knife😂💖

-find all things Boyfriend Joe Keery here✨

*Joe wants to let you know he made sure the apartment was safe before he left*

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Back to You | 1

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eight months ago, you swore you would never step foot in Hawkins again. When Robin begs for you to come home for spring break, you find yourself agreeing despite better judgment. You’ve missed everyone, you could endure one more week in Hawkins if that means you can see your friends again. 

Words: 4.8

Part: 1/9

Warnings: Language, alluded depression and anxiety, v angsty 

A/N: This is very briefly edited bc I am SO excited for this. I’ve been thinking a lot of ST4 and this series has been bouncing around in my head since it came out. I’m basically just rewriting season 4 with Y/N included. I really like how this part turned out and the future of this series. Feedback is always loved and appreciated :) 

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Two weeks ago, you had made a big mistake.

You lounged on the cheap chair in the corner of your living room. It was brown and dingy; its previous owners got their money’s worth before dumping it off at Goodwill. It wasn’t your favorite piece of furniture, it didn’t match your style and it was too big for the apartment, but it was all you could afford. You chose not to think about its stains as you sank further into the permeant dip of the cushion, phone pressed against your ear and listened to Robin ramble about Vicky for the third time that week.

“She sounds like a total catch.” You giggled, wrapping the phone’s cord around your finger.

“She is,” she whined. “I just sound like a complete idiot every time I try to talk to her. I get all frazzled and my mind goes blank and I just can’t ever shut up.”

“Maybe she finds it endearing.” You offered.

“Or annoying,” she groaned, “What if she thinks that I’m just some annoying girl in band who talks too much about nothing. Oh god, what if she secretly hates me and finds me insufferable before I even know if she’s into girls or not!”

“Dude, seriously you need to calm down. She clearly doesn’t hate you if she keeps making an effort to talk to you. Maybe just ask her to hang out to see where things go.”

“I can’t do that, what if I read too much into things and try to make a move or what if she says one thing and I take it as another or—”

“Robin,” you interrupted. “You never know unless you put yourself out there.”

“The timing’s just all wrong, it’ll be spring break and I won’t see her for a week. I don’t even know if she has plans or if she’ll be in Hawkins.”

“No that’s perfect, it’s the perfect time to ask to hang out. No school, no band rehearsals, she’s basically guaranteed to be free for the week. And if she does have plans that’s even better, she knows you want to hang out outside of school, so you do something when she gets back.”

“Hey, wait a minute.” Her tone changed, suddenly serious. “Your spring break is at the same time, isn’t it?” Dread instantly crept its way into your stomach. You gulped before answering.

“It is.”

“You should come home!” She cheered on the other end of the line.

“No, Robin. I can’t.” Your mind went reeling, thinking of all the excuses under the sun to not return to Hawkins. “But you could come here! There’s so much more to do here than back home. You can meet all the friends I’ve made, and I could show you around campus, I know you said you were thinking about applying. I could get Amy’s ID for the week so you could get into the bars, you guys look similar if you squint.” It was your turn to ramble. “And you could sleep on the pullout or even in my room and it’d be like one weeklong sleepover!”

“Oh please,” she scoffed. “I can’t afford a plane ticket and I still don’t have my driver's license there’s no way I could get there. Plus, my mother would kill me traveling that far on my own. But I know you have some big girl money from getting published in all those fancy literary magazines, and maybe coming home will give you some inspiration for writing your next piece, you said you’ve been having writer’s block the other day! It just makes sense for you to come here.”

You were quiet for a long time. It had been a rough eight months, even if you couldn’t admit that out loud. You always knew you’d leave home for school. Receiving the crisp acceptance letter sealed your fate by the end of your senior year. It wasn’t your dream school, but it was the farthest away from Hawkins and at the time, that’s all that mattered. You needed a fresh start, fresh faces, fresh town. A place where monsters, research labs, and heartbreak were a part of the past.

You fled Hawkins one month after Starcourt burned to the ground. You packed up only what your car could hold and drove through state lines without looking back. You cried a lot on that journey and cried even more when you unlocked the door to your empty apartment on the fourth floor. It was supposed to be a happy time, an exciting adventure. That’s always how you envisioned your great escape, but you were forced to face it alone. You were consumed for weeks with grief and loneliness that you thought would never end. You were convinced that no matter how far you traveled from home you would feel miserable and alone forever.

You wrote constantly to keep yourself sane. Stories with happy endings in made-up places where nothing ever went wrong. Where the girl gets the guy, and everyone lives happily ever after. Only one of those stories got published. So, you wrote about what you knew. A group of kids on the cusp of adolescence and adulthood fighting an evil that spread through their small town. You wrote about friendship, and finally, when you were ready, you wrote about love. You wrote about your heartbreak and turned it into something beautiful, something that would sell. You relived the two years of anguish you tried so desperately to run from just to have food on the table. You did what you knew how to do best: struggle to survive.

When school started, things got better and a little easier. You made friends with classmates and had study sessions in the library. You went to sports games and cheered in the stands surrounded by people who you were trying to fit in with, pretending that just for a moment you didn’t feel so alone. When Jennifer turned twenty-one, she bestowed you her ID so you could get into the bars without spending money on a fake. The two of you didn’t look alike, but somehow it always worked. You even fell in love again, for a little while at least. But that’s part of the past now too.

And when students left for Thanksgiving and Christmas break, you stayed cooped up in your apartment, working tirelessly to turn it into a place you liked being for once. You shipped gifts to the kids, Robin, your family, and even the Byers over the holidays and their Christmas cards hang proudly on your fridge. You’d read letters from the kids, keeping up with their lives from so far away. Even though you only had a brief month of friendship with Robin before you left, the two of you talked almost nightly. She kept you in the loop with the drama that filled the halls of Hawkins High and you told her about the cute boys and girls you were partnered with for projects. Life wasn’t ideal by any means, but it was getting better, and you’d be damned if something ruined that.

“No, I can’t go back there.” You said firmly, content with your decision, even if it pained you.

“Y/N, please. I miss you like crazy. We all do.” She begged. “Dustin never shuts up about you, he treats your letters like prized possessions. It’s like an event whenever he gets one from you.”

“Robin,” you warned, but she kept going.

“And I’m not sure what Max tells you when she writes, but I can tell somethings really wrong, she won’t talk to anyone about it, but maybe she’d talk to you. You were always pretty close with the girls. I think it’d help her a lot if you came to visit. And—and Lucas! They’re actually doing really well in the tournament and if they beat East Lincoln and Christian Academy, they’ll make it to the championship game! I mean he’s definitely a bench warmer but maybe if you’re there they’ll put him in, and you could see him play. I don’t know how sports work but even if they don’t, I’ll have to be there because of band, and you could see how hot Vicky is! And Mike, actually I think Mike will be in California, so he doesn’t count.”

“Robin.”

“And St—” she stopped herself before she could finish his name.

“Okay, okay, Jesus.” You don’t know what came over you at that moment. Maybe it was just to shut her up, or maybe it was the longing to see everyone again because you really did truly miss them all, or maybe it was because you couldn’t bear to hear Steve Harrington’s name out loud even after all these months. You couldn’t be sure, but you regretted your words instantly.

You don’t remember how the conversation ended, too absorbed with the sudden anxiety of what going home endured. It was all she could talk about in the two weeks leading up to your arrival. The phone calls consisted of her plans and her deciding which days to request off work. You had to bite your tongue, you didn’t want to ruin her happiness. You thought of excuses to get out of going, you considered faking an illness or pretending your boss needed you for the week. She’d be able to see right through it all.

You swallow the bile that’s slowly rising up your throat the closer you get to Hawkins. The hatred for the place brews as you see the mile markers bringing you closer to the cursed town. The town you vowed you wouldn’t step foot in again. For a moment, you think about turning around, surely she’d understand. But now your mom expects you to be home for break and you’d rather face gnawing anxiety than your mother’s wrath. It’d only be for a week. Seven days and you could go back to your apartment and busy school schedule. You could do this, or at the very least you have to try.

You speed down the back roads trying to reach the school on time. The championship game starts in fifteen minutes and Robin would have your head on a stick if you missed the band play. You’ve rehearsed how you’ll speak to Steve when you inevitably have to. You promised Robin you’d be civil but not nice. Steve doesn’t deserve any pleasantries from you.

You weave through the halls towards the gymnasium, offering small waves and forced smiles to people you haven’t seen in what feels like ages. You want to avoid small talk, and you don’t have the energy to entertain pointless conversations.

The gym is in chaos as you enter. Students both enrolled and graduated alike cheer for the basketball team as they practice drills on the court. You don’t think you’ve ever seen the school so excited about something, so unified. Then again, you didn’t pay much attention to these kinds of things when you were here, your mind too preoccupied with worrying about the Upsidedown while just trying to graduate yourself.

You feel awkward and out of place as you walk across the hardwood. You can’t find Dustin, Max, or Mike in the stands as you scan the crowd for a familiar face. You’d even settle for Misty White to stand by. The two of you were never close by any means but your schedules always seemed to match up throughout the years, so talking to her for an evening wouldn’t be completely miserable.

Your knees buckle when you see Steve. You thought that by now, after eight months, after hundreds of phone calls with Robin, after a few mentions of him to your therapist, after countless nights crying, and after hours in the car preparing yourself for this very moment you thought that it would be easy. You thought that you had healed, and this would be less painful. But seeing him, especially with Brenda, someone whose last name you can’t remember. A girl he never even looked at or mentioned or gave the time of day opened every wound that had scarred since the last time the two of you spoke.

For a fleeting moment, he looks at you. You can tell even from where you stand, he stumbles over the sentence he’s speaking. You see the way his shoulders tense and the brief pause in his step. You look away, beelining towards the corner where you thankfully spot Nancy Wheeler.

“Mind if I crash the party?” You say, shoving your hands into the pocket of your hoodie. You two had always had a complicated relationship, not quite friends but not acquaintances, tethered together by shared trauma and the commonality of once dating Steve Harrington. You were always cordial with one another, either waving in the halls or making small talk when you picked up Dustin from her house when you used to babysit throughout the week. You don’t despise Nancy, never have. Though you felt a strange tension settle between you both once your and Steve’s relationship reached the public eye. There was a mutual understanding of distance you kept between each other.

“Holy shit, hey!” She looks up from her scribbling and wraps you into her embrace. “It’s good to see you again. Thought you’d never come back to this place.” She offers a breathy laugh.

“It’s good to see you! And yeah, that was the plan, but Robin has a way with words.” You gesture towards the senior surrounded by her band members. She pays no attention to you as she plays music for the crowd, knowing the notes by heart. She looks older now that you can finally see her in person, she’s grown into herself more. You feel a sense of pride take over you watching her from afar, it’s nice to see her in her element. “How’ve you been?”

“Oh, you know,” she waves her hand nonchalantly, “Trying to distract myself, I guess. I’ve been working a lot on the school’s newspaper, so it’s taken a lot of my time.”

“Robin mentioned that a while back, I hear you’re like the school’s celebrity.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” She giggles. “How about you? You’re writing now or something?”

“Something like that.” You don’t like to talk about your stories. They’re hard enough to write, let alone speak about them. It’s not just your life you fabricated into sentences and paragraphs, it’s a little bit of everyones. “It’s just something that brings in a little extra money to scrape by. Rent’s expensive out there.”

“Well, consider yourself lucky. You’re one of the few that got away.”

“Yeah, but at what cost?” You mean to say it as a joke, but you both know it carries more weight than what your laugh conveys.

“Everyone now, please rise for our National Anthem.” You’re thankful for an interruption as a man takes the floor. The room’s silent besides shuffling feet to stand. “Singing for us tonight, we have a very special guest. All the way from Nashville, our very own, Tammy Thompson!” You ignore the claps and whistles as your head snaps towards Robin who has finally caught your eye.

“Holy shit!” You whisper in unison. Robin suppresses a giggle before eyeing the girl to her left, who you can only assume is the infamous Vicky.

“A babe!” You flash a quick thumbs up.

“I know!”

You direct your attention back to the bleach blonde. You haven’t kept up on any of your fellow alumni, you didn’t even know Tammy made it to Nashville. And from the pitchy vocals and prolonged vibrato, you can only hope she hasn’t landed a record deal. You and Nancy share a knowing look, each of you trying to suppress laughter as she continues.  

A pit forms in your stomach seeing Steve and Robin whisper in your peripherals. You have no reason to feel a sense of jealousy, you had made it painfully clear you never wanted Robin to choose between you and Steve. They’re undeniably closer which is partly your fault, you were the one who left after all, and yet, part of you still feels left out. They’re no doubt talking about Steve’s Muppet joke that was made in your presence. You can feel his eyes linger on you, waiting to join in on their banter. You don’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledgment.

Instead of focusing on your estranged trio and Tammy’s lack of talent, you find Lucas in his lineup. He bounces nervously on his feet, his chest heaves under his hand as he tries to control his breathing. He too looks different than what you remember, he’s lost most of his boyish features and encompasses more of a man’s. His head whips back towards the stands, you’re sure he’s trying to find the rest of his party, or what remains of it still in Hawkins. His face falls when he’s met with an empty bleacher. 

A piece of your heart breaks for him. You’ve always thought highly of Lucas, enjoying his humor and the deep love he has for his friends. Even if he didn’t say it much, you saw it clear as day. Throughout the years of babysitting Dustin, you had your fair share of chauffeuring the boys around town to the movies or arcade. Lucas would chip in a quarter for gas or pay his fare with a bag of candy, despite the numerous times you said it wasn’t necessary. You found yourself on many occasions giving him advice on how to smooth over an argument with Max or what to get her for her birthday on the drives back to his home. They always brought a brightness out of each other that you thought they both desperately needed. Seeing them interact together was like a breath of fresh air. You had heard about their recent breakup, Max mentioned it in a letter or two. You’d be lying to yourself if it wasn’t sad news. Sure, they experienced many breaks and breakups in their time of dating, but something in the way she wrote made it feel more permanent this time around.

“Lucas!” You whisper shout, trying to gain his attention. He finds you in the corner quickly, smiling at you as you wave. “Good luck!” You see a glimpse of the same brightness you once saw, you’re glad he hasn’t lost it completely. He returns a shy wave before looking back towards the court. At least he knows he still has one person in his corner, that was enough for you.

You cheer with the rest of the school when the Tigers make a goal. You try your best to ignore the camera clicks beside you as a student snaps pictures of the game. You’re thankful that Nancy is too preoccupied in her notepad and whispering to Fred to hold a conversation with you. Truthfully, you’re not sure what you’d have to talk about.

You watch more intently once the coach calls Lucas into play. You can’t help but look to Robin once he makes it onto the court.

“See?” She mouths, you can only roll your eyes. You watch the teams scramble on the floor, going back in forth, neck in neck with scores.

You sit straighter when the ball is in Lucas’ hands, pushing his way through the small mob of men. With two seconds left on the scoreboard, he pivots to make the shot. You hold your breath as he shoots, hands clasped together in desperation. You ignore the buzzer as the ball sails through the air. You and Nancy stand from your seats the closer it gets to the hoop.

The room roars when he makes it. You and Nancy even throw your arms around each other in celebration. Your heart soars with happiness, proud of the young boy as his team swarms around him, hoisting him onto his shoulders.

You follow the rest of the people out into the front of the school, wanting to give your congratulations to Lucas before you make your way home. You wait with lingering students waiting to catch a glimpse of the newfound basketball star.

He walks out with a group of three other boys, you can’t contain your excitement at the sight of him. “Lucas!” You call, jogging to reach him and pulling him into your arms. “You were incredible out there, you fucking killed it!” His brows raise in surprise at your vulgar, you were never one to swear in front of them as they were kids. “Oh please, don’t act like you haven’t been cursing since you were nine.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” He chuckles returning your hug quickly. “Thanks for coming, it means a lot.”

“Of course,” you grin. Both of your attention tears away from each other as another set of school doors burst open. At once, you see Dustin, Mike, and Erica having a celebration of their own. Your smile falters watching the three of them. Lucas’ excitement vanishes as he takes in the sight, it’s clear how much he wanted them there. “Hey,” you start, struggling to find a way to make the situation better.

“Lucas!” Another boy joins you, bumping into Lucas’ shoulder. “Come on, man!” You see Lucas force a smile before looking back at you.

“Go, have fun. You Deserve it.” You try your best to sound encouraging.

“I’ll see you around?” He asks already making his way to follow his team.

“Absolutely.” You confirm. “Be safe. And make good choices! You have my number if you need me to come get you.” You call after him. He throws a thumbs up your way before disappearing into the sea of people, refusing to look back at his friends and sister.

You collect your thoughts before taking strides toward the others. They’re raving about their own game, laughing and joking as they recall epic plays. You smile, glad they can still find happiness, glad they can still be kids despite the hell they’ve been through.

“Long time no see.” You interrupt.

“Y/N!” The three cheer in unison. Dustin rushes forward, pushing past Erica and Mike and into your arms.

“Hey, kiddo.” You smile.

“You totally missed it!” Dustin screams pulling away. “We were finishing Eddie’s campaign and we should’ve gotten our asses kicked because Vecna’s still alive and Lady Applejack and I were the only ones left on the battlefield and we killed him! We won!” Dustin turns to give Erica another high-five.

“Sounds pretty intense. You guys missed a good game yourself. Lucas made the winning shot.”

“Holy shit, he got off the bench?” Mike’s eyes grow wide hearing the news.

“Sure did, you should’ve been there.” You didn’t want to berate them, but you wanted to stand up for Lucas, to hold them accountable for something they shouldn’t have missed. They all share a look, one that’s full of remorse. “Look, I’m glad you guys had fun, but just make it up to him, okay? It was really important to him.”

“But Eddie’s campaign was important! It’s not our fault Lucas wants to be Mr. Popular now. He should’ve been there. Eddie’s been planning it for weeks we couldn’t just abandon him.” Dustin rants.

“So you chose to abandon Lucas instead?” Whatever words Dustin is about to say die in his throat. “I’m not mad, but he definitely is, and he has every right to be. So just give him some space. He’ll come around eventually.” They nod understanding. “I’m probably gonna head out soon, does anyone need a ride home?”

“No, Nancy’s taking me home since I have to be up early for my flight tomorrow. I should probably go find her.” Mike says.

“Oh, right California!” You say. “Say hi to El and the others for me, yeah?” Mike nods, excusing himself from the group.

“Do you mind? Steve ditched me for Brenda.” Dustin cuts himself off before continuing, visibly cringing at his words. “Sorry.” He murmurs.

“Don’t worry about it. Erica?”

“Tina and her family are here, we’re having a sleepover tonight.” She says spotting her friend in the slew of people that are still milling around.

The three of you share your goodbyes before you lead Dustin to your parked car. He gives you the entire rundown of the campaign as you walk. He speaks in vivid detail about each roll and how the party died one by one over the course of the evening.

Steve and Brenda walk across the pavement a few yards ahead of you. You can faintly hear Brenda’s voice carry itself through the air. You aren’t sure what her story entails, but you can tell by the way Steve responds he’s disinterested. It’s an odd pair, she’s someone that the old Steve would’ve taken interest in, but you know how much he’s grown since he reigned Hawkins High, or at least you thought he had.

Steve visibly sighs when the two of them reach his car. His face lights up when at the sight of Dustin across the lot, maybe he’s conjuring up an excuse to ditch her for the night. If that’s the case, the plan is abandoned when his eyes land on you. He pursues his lips, his gaze unwavering as you take each other in fully. He lifts his hand in an awkward wave, one that you don’t return. Instead, you unlock your door quickly with the key and throw yourself into the safety of your own vehicle.  

“So, how’s being a big bad freshman?” You ask Dustin as you turn out of the parking lot.

“It’s not too bad. Better than middle school, I guess. We’re not getting bullied as much, Eddie really helps with that.”

“Munson, right?”

“Yeah, did you know him?” He asks turning to you to the best of his abilities in the passenger seat.

“I mean not well. He was in my grade before getting held back. We never really talked but I always saw him around.”

“Right,” he nods, “I think everyone’s kinda scared of him? Or maybe they just think he’s weird, I don’t know. But nobody really messes with us, I think it’s because they don’t want to deal with Eddie if they do.”

“Does he stand up for you all?”

“He has before.” He shrugs. “He just made us feel like we finally belonged somewhere. Like, sure, we’re weird but he is too so it just works.” You can’t help but smile at his explanation. 

To be honest, you were worried about him starting high school. You had always felt a strong bond with the young boy, a sisterly instinct would always kick in when Dustin was near. Probably because you both practically grew up side by side, you started the babysitting gig at the ripe age of ten when he was only six. Which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the smartest of ideas from your parents and Claudia, but you’ve always been trustworthy. You know how rough middle school was for the group of four, high school would automatically be weirder and more difficult now that Will wasn’t around.

On his first day of the new school year, Dustin called you. You had never told him, but you took the day off work, just in case he needed you for even a moment. You held your breath when the phone rang. When you answered you could hear his grin through the receiver. You had never felt so much relief as he talked about a club called Hellfire and a “totally awesome” leader named Eddie. You had assumed it was Munson but never had the chance to confirm that detail. Who it was didn’t matter, all you cared about was that someone was looking out for him in the walls of the school. He was totally defenseless there, with you miles away and Steve freshly graduated himself you feared it’d be a warzone for Max and the three boys.

“How’s college?” He asks, ripping you away from your thoughts.

“Good, different, but it’s nice. They have a Dungeons and Dragons club there, too. I always think about you guys when I see them playing on the quad.” You chuckle, pulling into his driveway. “I’m really glad you’re doing well.” You say sincerely as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“As goes for you.” He grins, punching your shoulder slightly. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Hey,” you call after him just before he closes the door. “I missed you, kid.”

“Missed you too. It feels good to have you back.” He gives one last wave before retreating into his home.

It’s a weird feeling being back in your hometown, you knew it would be. You drive through the streets away from Dustin’s house by muscle memory, spotting the sporadic renovations a few houses have had. It feels oddly peaceful, comforting even despite the deep hatred you have for this place. As you pull into your own driveway, you feel like you’re sixteen again, just following the routine you had grown so used to back then. You sit for a moment, taking it all in. And even though in this very moment it feels easy to be back again, you can’t help but feel like this town is going to swallow you whole for the fourth time.

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[infinite-orangepeel]

okay but let’s consider this:

goody two shoes, always plays by the rules, virgin but insatiably horny—eagle scout!steve harrington who winds up on known drug dealer!eddie munson’s front porch bc he’s been tasked with going door to door to fundraise for the scouts.

steve’s wearing the dorkiest khaki shorts, his too-tight vest covered in badges, and a triple buttoned polo. but, to eddie munson, he looks like something to catch, trap, and fucking destroy.

the perfect opportunity to ruin something pretty which just so happens to be his favorite pastime.

“i’ll give the entirety of my last paycheck to the scouts if you let me fuck you over my coffee table until you cry,” he licks over his canine teeth with primal desire after steve’s given his pre-prepped speech.

“no chance, munson! i’m—waiting for marriage and i’m—i’m definitely not gay,” steve adjusts the collar of his suffocating polo, staunchly offended by the offer, “some people have standards, y’know?”

eddie steps closer, invades his space, and lifts his chin with the tip of a finger. steve gulps, tries his hardest not to whimper under eddie’s knife-edge stare. eyes locked on him like a target.

“alright, fine,” his lips ghost over steve’s ear and he chuckles at how red his cheeks are, “i’ll double the donation and we’ll keep you pure as the day you were born. how’s that for a deal, sweetheart?”

two hours later, steve harrington stumbles out of eddie munson’s trailer.

hair a mess, cum staining his underwear, hickeys covering the back of his neck, and a newfound understanding of what it means to be ‘fucked between the thighs.’

the next week, he shows up again, but this time he doesn’t ask for a donation.

he asks eddie to take his virginity.

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[little-bumblebeeee]

*Eddie receiving nudes from Steve*

Eddie: these are high quality tf?? Ain't no way your phone took these pictures did you get a photoshoot done??

Steve: Robin helped

Eddie: fuck you mean "Robin helped"??????

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[obligatedart]

Eddie got peckish and went for a little midnight snack

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