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The Scoundrel & The Princess

Steve Harrington x Female

Summary: after an awkward run in with Tommy Hagan, Steve Harrington is invited to an awful party where he meets a beautiful stranger.

Warnings: use of she/her instead of y/n, cursing, tooth-rotting fluff, fist fighting, bloody nose, tommy h being an asshat perv, protective!Steve 👀, mentions of babies, kissing (*le gasp*), it’s shitty maybe? Idk I had a lot of fun writing it :) 4.8k!

if you enjoyed, please let me know with a like, comment or reblog! - Cait <3

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Saturday March 15th 1986 - 11:15 AM Hawkins, Indiana

Music plays in the fluorescent light filled grocery store as Steve Harrington strolls down the produce aisle, accompanied by, “Henderson - put the bananas down. The list doesn’t have bananas.”

“Well, I want bananas,” Dustin recoils from Steve’s extended arm. “My mom won’t be upset for adding bananas to the list. It’s just bananas. Come on, Steve!”

“Dustin - we’ve talked about this before, I don’t know how many times I have to say it until it penetrates your thick skull and finds its way to your brain, but your mom only gives me a certain amount of cash for a certain amount of food for her perfectly crafted grocery list,” Steve grabs the fruit from Dustin’s grip, his brown eyes remain on Dustin as he sits them down on the display beside him. “Now, come on!”

“Do my eyes deceive me?” a voice rings out, “Or is that you, Harrington?”

Steve and Dustin turn, Steve’s eyes rolling as soon as he sees a familiar freckled face staring back at him, “Tommy H, what are you doing back in Hawkins?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Steve,” the man smiles villainously, smacking his tongue over his lips as his hand points to Dustin, “Oh - you‘re a babysitter now, Harrington? Out shopping for this little guy's mommy?”

“I’m a freshman,” Dustin says with an annoyed shrug. “You douche,” he murmurs.

Tommy’s windbreaker swishes as he crosses his arm, “Where did you end up going for college, Harrington?”

Steve hesitates, looking down at the off white tiled floor before looking over at Dustin, “I uh-“ his eyes glance over to Tommy, “I didn't.”

“So, you didn’t go to college, and now you babysit freshman?” Tommy’s brows furrowed, smiling widely. “What happened, King Steve?”

“He also has a job,” Dustin chimes in. “He works at Family Video.”

“The movie rental place?” Tommy laughs, shaking his head before he looks back at Steve. “Oh, Stevie boy, what has happened to you? Where did King Steve go? You babysit, you work at family video.. I feel sorry for you, man.”

Steve is silent, his face is trapped somewhere between an awkward smile and a grimace before he says, “Well, Tommy - it’s been great seeing you man, but we gotta get going.”

Tommy’s palm smacks flatly on Steve’s sweatshirt covered shoulder as he looks into his eyes, “ Hey, I’m throwing a party tonight, you should come. Bring King Steve, see if he’s still there.. somewhere deep inside of you. It’ll be fun. Hot girls, drinks - who knows what we could get into, Harrington. Or who we could get into.”

Steve rolls his eyes, “I’ll think about it.”

“Good,” Tommy gets close to Steve, placing his palm onto his cheek before giving it a light smack, “Cause I’m sure you miss King Steve, too.”

“Steve, let’s go,” Dustin says.

Tommy’s eyes remain on Steve’s, dropping his palm from his shoulder, “Yeah, Steve - go babysit. I’ll see you tonight.”

“See ya,” Steve says flatly, walking away from Tommy and heading towards the next item on the grocery list, ”Alright, we need celery.”

“Steve, you’re not actually going to that party, are you? We could hang out,” Dustin says, following beside Steve as he grabs celery, “You, me, maybe Mike? Is Robin working?”

“I’m still cool, right Henderson?” Steve’s voice is small as he inspects the celery before throwing it into the grocery cart.

“I mean, you mainly hang out with me and Robin nowadays, but I still think you’re pretty cool,” Dustin shrugs. “Screw what Tommy Hagan says.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, looking at Dustin. “Thanks, Henderson.”

-

Steve made his way through the busy front lawn of the Hagan residence, dodging drunk teenagers as he reached the opened front door - the music from inside booming loudly as he stepped through the threshold. He could feel the burning of eyes on him from all around as he traversed through the familiar living room, directly to the punch sitting on the kitchen counter, scooping a bit from the large bowl and it into a small cup.

“King Steve!” Tommy exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air as he approached Steve. “I thought you weren’t gonna come! Figured you’d be babysitting, or selling movie rentals to hicks.” Tommy leans towards Steve, the smell of alcohol wafting into Steve’s face as Tommy whispers, ”Did ya leave a kid in the car, Harrington?”

Steve is quiet, eyeing Tommy and knocking back the entirety of the small cup of punch in his grip. “I’m kidding!” Tommy yells, before letting out a loud, and quite obnoxious belly laugh, slapping Steve’s arm as his face quickly drops, eyes squinting as he scans the room, pointing at the crowd, “You can have any bitch you want, which one will it be, King Steve?”

“I, uh- I need to pee,” Steve says quickly, tossing the empty cup into the trash can as he makes his way down the hallway.

He enters the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Propping his large palms on the bathroom vanity, as he stared at himself in the mirror - one hand brushes through his thick locks as he shakes his head, letting out a long exhale. “Jesus,” he murmurs to himself, studying his features in the reflection - “Get it the hell together, Steve.”

He blinks - brows furrowing as he looks past himself in the reflection, over to the moving shower curtain to the right of him. He swallows, turning and gently stepping towards the shower, fingertips carding the side of the curtain before he throws it open, seeing a woman sitting in the tub - her wide eyes making direct eye contact with Steve.

“Hi,” she whispers, eyes darting to the bathtub before reluctantly scanning back up to Steve’s warm gaze .

“Hi,” he says with a small wave, furrowing his brows as he looks down, noticing the stranger’s tear-stained cheeks gleaming off of the bathroom lights. “Are you okay?”

Her arms wrapped around her chest, clutching something in her hand, “Yes, uh - I was trying to find a sliver of solace from this awful party here in this bathroom, but got clotheslined by somebody holding a cup of punch on the way in here. I was just trying to wash my shirt when you came in and… I’m sorry. Uh.. I just need to-“ she stands and Steve panics, realizing she’s shirtless. Slapping his palm over his eyes, he quickly turns on the heel of his foot, away from the beautiful stranger. “Do you, uh.. would you- Do you need my sweatshirt?” He scrunches his face, embarrassed by his fumbling of words.

“Wait, really?” He hears her step out of the tub - “I think I could wash my shirt in the sink. It’s really no big deal-.”

“-It’s totally a big deal,” Steve’s hand remained over his eyes - “It’s way too cold tonight for you to be in a wet shirt.” His hand grabs the back of his collar, pulling the fabric over his head quickly - his fluffy hair bouncing as it recoils - “Here, take my sweatshirt.”

Steve stands in an olive green long sleeve shirt, his right arm extended behind him as the shirtless woman grabs the sweatshirt, pulling herself into the fabric, wrapping her arms back around her chest.

“Thank you so much.” She smiles, looking at the back of Steve’s head, “You can turn around now.”

He slowly turns back to the girl, shyly smiling at her before his chocolate eyes scan back down to the tiled floor, “You can keep that if you need to.”

“Your sweatshirt? No! God no - I could throw my top into the dryer and it would be fine! Do you have thirty minutes to spare?” She asks.

”If that means you won’t be wearing a wet shirt the rest of the night - sure” - he nods, extending his right arm out to her, “I’m Steve, by the way.”

She lets out a small chuckle, taking his large hand into hers - “Oh, I know.”

Steve lets out a mimicking laugh, giving her an inquisitive face - licking his bottom lip before he smiles, saying - “You already know me? That must not be good.” He scrunches his face, “Should I go ahead and apologize? I used to be a real jerk.”

“No! No - I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” she shuts her eyes as she shakes her head, still smiling widely as she says - “It’s just - you’re Steve Harrington. Of course I know who you are.. We graduated together. You’re the King of Hawkins High School,” She scrunches her nose, “Also - you stole my babysitting gig.” His head cocks to the side, studying her gorgeous face, continuing to grasp her hand in his, thumb caressing the webbing of her thumb and pointer finger.

And then it hits him.

He remembers her.

How the summer sun’s rays shone down on her, making her look like an angel as she laid on a yellow blanket on the perfectly green grass. Her thick thighs oiled up with sunscreen, her head shoved into a book.

“Hey!” Dustin yells, getting Steve’s attention as he throws a soapy rag at him.

“What?!” Steve turns, lazily spraying Dustin with the water hose.

“I’m just gonna go ahead and let you know that she’s way out of your league,” Dustin’s brows raise as a smile spreads across his face, nodding his head towards the yard over - suds dripping off of his mom’s car as he continues to scrub the sides.

Steve sprays the roof of the car - “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Henderson.”

Dustin lets out an exhausted huff - “She’s as smart as she is pretty. And she’s funny,” Dustin says. “And she was kind of like my sister growing up.”

“So that means I can’t even look at her?” Steve scoffs, turning back to glance at Dustin’s neighbor. “She is really pretty.”

“I knew it!” Dustin takes the soapy bucket in front of him, grasping it in his hands, tossing the liquid at Steve, “She isn’t just someone to date, Steve. She’s the kind of girl you want to settle down with. Hawkins’ own Princess Leia. So, not your type.”

Steve wipes water from his eyes, taking one last glance at the angelic woman reading on the lawn. “She could be my type, you never know.”

“Princess Leia,” Steve murmurs.

“What was that?” She cocks her head to the side, her brows coming together in an inquisitive furrow.

Steve clears his throat, “You should be happy to know that Dustin Henderson speaks very highly of you,” Steve smiles at her, his eyes glancing down at his hand still wrapped around hers and quickly drops it to his side. His chocolate eyes scan back up to her sweet gaze. “He says you’re smart and funny. He says you’re Hawkins’ own Princess Leia, actually.”

“Well, that’s incredibly sweet of Dustin to say,” she sighs. “I miss the hell out of that kid. How is he? I never get to see him anymore.. Not since he got this really cool babysitter,” she eyes Steve, smirking at him.

He blushes, smiling widely as his fingers rake through his thick locks, “Yeah.. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, Steve.”

God, he loved how she said his name. He loved how her mouth had to curl into a small smile whenever she said it.

“-I understand. Dustin thinks you’re way cooler than me, which isn’t true at all. He’ll come to realize that one day,” she bounces her brows at him. “After all, I am the person that introduced him to Dungeons and Dragons.”

He scoffs, “Hey now - we can both be cool. I mean, I am extremely cool - but since Dustin Henderson thinks so highly of you, I’d say we might be neck and neck on the coolness scale.” He’s unable to contain his wide smile as he looks back at the girl. “We should dry this shirt of yours before it gets too late.”

She wraps her arms back around herself, shutting her eyes as she cuddles herself into Steve’s sweatshirt, inhaling slowly, “But what if I want to keep wearing your sweatshirt? I mean - it smells incredible. And it’s so warm.”

Steve’s cheeks flush, grinning ear to ear as he watches her cuddle into the fabric, looking perfect in his clothes - “I mean - you can keep wearing it if you’d like. You could give it back to me tomorrow or- or really whenever you’d like. I think I’m gonna get out of here, though. Parties like this aren’t my scene anymore.”

Her hand reaches out and gently grabs Steve’s, “Would you please drop me off at my parent’s house? My friend that dragged me here left about forty minutes ago with some girl and I don’t have a ride. Please don't leave me here, Steve. This party is awful. If I hear Tommy Hagan’s stupid voice one more time I might explode.”

Steve’s fingers wrap around hers, “Of course. Let’s go right now.” He turns, still holding her hand as he opens the bathroom door - the house packed wall to wall with drunken teens dancing to music. “It’s a little crazy in here, stay close to me,” he turns, gently pushing her in front of him, his hand on her mid-back as the other keeps a protective shield in front of her as they make their way through the crowd.

Just as they near the door, Tommy H.’s voice rings out, “King Steve got the prettiest bitch in the pond!” He hops off of the table he’s on, drunkenly waltzing over to where the two stood, just feet from the door.

“The Drum Major graduates and gets hot. Who knew?” Tommy slurs, shrugging as he smacks his palm onto Steve’s shoulder. “I knew you were in there, King Steve. I knew I could drag you out of this old, tired version of yourself.” His breath wafts in both of their faces. Tommy’s mischievous eyes scan down to her’s, villainously smiling as he looks her up and down, “You gonna let King Steve treat you real good, yeah? What - are you a virgin? No! No - you band kids fuck like rabbits, don’t you - band girl?”

Tommy’s hand reaches up to grab Steve’s collar, his gaze turning as he breathes - “I wonder how many rounds she’ll last you, huh - King Steve? Four? Five?”

Steve grits his teeth together, his arm remains protectively wrapped around her waist as he looks down at Tommy, “We gotta go before it gets too late. Thanks for the invite, man.”

Tommy’s eyes glance back down to Her, “Wait a second.. hold your horses, you two-“ his fingers point to her chest, noticing Steve’s sweatshirt - “This is his.” Tommy’s fingers point to Steve, “You’re naughty, King Steve. You really had me fooled.” Tommy leans down to the woman, inches away from her face as he asks, “Tell me, beautiful. Where did you take it? In your mouth or in your a-“

Tommy is shoved back with force by Steve - the crowd gasping and whispering, forming an open circle at the entrance of the home as the two men stalk towards one another.

“Oh, Stevie-boy! Did I hurt your feelings?” Tommy laughs, jumping up and down a bit as he holds his fists in front of his face - back curled inward as he starts to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet. “What? Ya gonna hit me, King Steve? Come on!”

Steve is silent, staring at Tommy through his long lashes - his hair fallen in his face as his chest slowly rises and falls.

“Do you even know how to fight anymore? Oh wait - you’ve never won a fight in your life, have you?” Tommy mocks, nearing Steve and throwing a punch his way.

Steve dodges the punch, retracting his body before his arm flies towards Tommy’s face, his fist knocking Tommy directly in his freckled nose. Tommy steps back dramatically, grabbing his face before he lunges at Steve again - arms flying around his thighs trying to throw him to the ground.

Steve’s thumbs dig into Tommy’s traps, shoving him away as he rolls up his sleeves, “Like I said, we need to leave. It’s getting late.” Tommy charges Steve again, punching him in the gut this time before he lands another punch to Steve’s nose - blood immediately pouring from his left nostril as he’s pushed back.

“Stop!” The girl yells, stepping herself in between Steve and Tommy - Tommy’s fist hitting her left cheek as she falls to the ground, letting out a small whimper as she holds her face in her palm.

Steve’s worried eyes snap over to where she had fallen beside him, swallowing as his heart raced - drumming hard in his ears as he felt his body burn with an animalistic rage seeing tears streaming down her beautiful face. His nostrils flare, grimacing as he stands - “You’re a pathetic piece of shit, Hagan. If you ever touch her again, I will kill you.”

“Fuck you, Harrington,” Tommy spits at him.

Steve rears back, punching Tommy in the nose once more - this time knocking him unconscious, hitting the ground with a loud thud. A few of Tommy’s friends gather around him and Steve turns, helping the beautiful woman up, “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

_

“Dustin was right,” Steve smiled. “That was very Princess Leia of you back there.”

The woman dabs Steve’s bloody nose, standing between his thighs where he sat on the kitchen counter, holding up a bag of frozen peas to her cheek -“What? Getting punched in the face?”

“No. Stepping in to help. It was very Princess Leia of you,” he smiles, his upper lips moving as the wet cloth wipes away the crimson stain. “You were a badass.”

She rolls her eyes, “You’re far too nice, Steve. You’re the one that was a badass back there. You beat Tommy’s ass.”

“He’s had it coming for years now,” he watches her concentrated face as she wipes the last bit of blood from his nose. “Is it bad to say that it kind of felt good?”

“No, I don’t think so - I think you had a real Han Solo moment back there,” she smiled, laying the wet rag beside Steve. “I was hoping to get the chance to call you a stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking nerf herder.. But as it turns out, you're quite the opposite, Steve Harrington.”

“Wait, who’s Han in the movies again?” He hops down from the counter, now chest to chest with her - his warm eyes gazing at her.

“He’s a real scoundrel. A smuggler. But he ends up being one of the Rebel Alliance's greatest leaders. He’s a real hero,” her shy gaze falls to the ground.

“And what about Leia?” He leans closer to her, “What happens between them? Sorry that I need so much refreshing. Dustin insisted that I watch episodes four, five and six last Christmas break, but it's all a little blurry for me.”

“Han and Leia?”

“Yeah, what happens to them?” He asks, intrigued.

“Well, even though they want to wring each other’s throat sometimes, they fall in love,” she explains.

“Do they get married and have babies?” Steve asks. His tone is almost eager as his chest remains pressed against hers. “What about the hairy thing?”

“Chewbacca?” She asks.

“Yes! Yes - That’s Dustin,” he smiles.

She lets out a belly laugh, smacking her hand over her mouth, “I’m sorry for laughing!”

“What? Why? It’s true!” He laughs. “Now tell me, what happened to Chewbacca? What happens to Han and Leia?”

“Well, in Return of the Jedi - where Luke burns up Vader’s helmet at the ewok camp in the final scene,” she says - “Everyone is happy and celebrating. They’re all there together.”

“That’s a really good scene,” Steve whispers, his nose practically touching hers just as a low rolling of thunder shakes the house, rain starting to pour on the roof of the home. Lightning strikes, followed by another rolling of thunder.

“Jesus, I didn’t realize it was supposed to storm tonight,” she whispers, turning and walking away from Steve - opening up a drawer and grabbing a large black flashlight from it, turning back to Steve, “Just in case! The power is shitty here.”

“Do you want me to leave?” He asks, going to grab his car keys from the kitchen counter.

“No! Please stay. It isn’t safe to drive right now.. And honestly, I’m a little freaked out by being alone with it storming so badly,” she makes a face. “I’m kind of a sissy.”

“You are not a sissy,” Steve chuckles, dropping his keys back onto the counter and resting his hip on it, crossing his arms over his chest - “I’m a little scared of storms too. It’s something about control for me, I think. That storm is a hell of a lot stronger than I could ever be, and I can’t control its strength, therefore it’s easy to be scared of it. Ya know?”

“That was deep,” she says.

“Shocker, Steve Harrington can be deep,” he waves his fingers, playfully rolling his eyes at her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just crazy that King Steve Harrington is more than just a pretty face,” she smiles. “You see a gorgeous human - like a ridiculously gorgeous human, and you just automatically assume ‘this person’s gonna be an asshole.’ But you’re not. You’re wonderful,” she says.

Steve’s cheeks burn, smirking - “You think I’m ridiculously gorgeous?” His voice is raspy, stepping towards her, humming - “Huh, Princess?”

“Well, I just…” she shrugs, looking away from Steve before she shakes her head, “Fine.” Her eyes flash back to him, pointing the flashlight to his chest, “I think you’re ridiculously gorgeous, Steve Harrington. Happy?”

Steve brings his hand up to hers, wrapping his gentle fingers around the flashlight and taking it from her grasp, putting it in his back pocket. “Well, yeah-” His hands reach up, gently grasping her hand, “Because I think you’re ridiculously gorgeous..”

She looks confused, blinking a few times, “Is this really happening?”

“What?” He whispers, a small chuckle escaping from his throat.

“Steve Harrington finds me attractive?” She asks.

“And witty, and smart,” he adds with a nod, his left hand grasping hers while his right lazily rubs his thumb along the webbing of her hand. “Do you want to know what else Dustin said about you?”

She nods, her body melting into his touch as he continues, “He said I wasn’t even allowed to look at you because you’re out of my league. He says that you’re not someone just to date.. that you’re someone worth settling down with.”

“Is that really what he said?” She asks, her voice small. Steve nods. She smiles, “Well, that is very sweet of Dustin to say. What do you say?”

Steve chokes out a raspy, “What?”

“Now that you’ve met me, and we’ve spent- uh…” she looks past Steve to the clock above the fireplace in her family’s living room. “-Ya know, the last three, almost four hours together.. What do you say?”

Steve’s stomach drops, staring at the beautiful woman - “I would say that-“

Lightning strikes, the room goes dark, “Shit! We lost power? Come on!”

“You’re trembling,” Steve whispers, holding her hand a little tighter in his, his long fingers rubbing the webbing in between her thumb and pointer finger - bringing her a bit closer to his chest. The two are only inches away, standing in the middle of the kitchen - “Are you scared, Princess? You don’t have to be, I’m here.”

“My hands still have some of your blood on them, I’m sorry if they’re dirty,” she mutters - now close enough to Steve that her breath hits his neck.

“It’s okay - my hands are dirty, too,” his Nike covered toe hits hers. “But you’re still shaking.. So what are you afraid of, Princess?”

“Afraid? I’m not afraid,” she says. “If anything, I think you’re afraid.”

“Of what? The storm?” Steve retorts, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, now able to see the shape of her gorgeous face.

“Me,” she says.

His head shakes, “No - no, I’m not scared of you. Why would you say that?”

“Because you’re the one that’s trembling,” she whispers, taking her free hand and wrapping it around Steve’s. Her touch makes his heart swell, his knees grow weak as he swallows, realizing he is the one that’s been trembling this whole time. “What are you so scared of, Steve?”

“I- I don’t know.. I..” he exhales - his handsome face drops, warm eyes blinking - “I just get this feeling whenever I look at you. Whenever you’re near me.. I just- I want to be close to you. It feels like something is drawing me towards you like a magnet. It’s a little scary.. I’ve never really felt this way before.”

He can hear her swallow, her heart drums against her chest “Y-yeah?”

Steve nods, his nose brushes against hers, “Yes ma’am.”

“Why’s that? This magnetism between us?” She asks.

“Because you are someone worth settling down for. I look at you, and I can see my future staring back at me,” one of his hands comes up and cups her cheek, “I don’t mean to be so forward.. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“What kind of future do you see?” She asks.

“Whatever you want,” he says. “A future where you’re the happiest.”

“What if I said I wanted my future to have at least four kids in it?” She murmurs.

Steve pauses, smiling wide - so wide his eyes screw shut, “Then I guess I would need to go ahead and tell you my future involves six little nuggets.”

“Domesticated Steve Harrington? I’m in,” she laughs. “I like the thought of it. Steve with kids hanging all over him?”

“It’s the dream,” he nods. “Family vacations, only the best of the best for the holidays.. even changing diapers. It’s my dream.”

She’s quiet.

“Too much? I went too far, didn’t I?” He inhales sharply. “I’m so sorry. It was the future talk. I’m sorry..” he turns away, starting to walk towards his car keys.

Her hand grasps his, gently tugging him back towards her - their chests clumsily bumping together as her hand spreads, cupping his face. “You’re not too much for me, Steve.”

“I’m not? He whispers, swallowing back his nerves feeling the nearness of her.

She barely shakes her head, putting her hand on his drumming chest, “Never. Also, It’s gonna take a hell of a lot more than talking about babies and vacations to run me off, Steve Harrington.”

His anxieties wash away as his arm wraps around her waist, his palm cupping the nape of her neck. Steve’s warm lips brush against hers delicately, his body relaxing into her warmth - melting into her touch. Just the simple brush of flesh seemed to intoxicate Steve as his lips crashed into hers, feeling as if his knees could come out from underneath him as her fingers ran through his hair.

She breathlessly moans into the passionate kiss as Steve wraps her up closer, pressing his hips into hers as his tongue traces her bottom lip. Their tongues collide as Steve’s thigh presses against her pelvis - her legs spreading a bit as he starts to walk the two of them back, running into the kitchen table in the process.

They part, both laughing, “Are you okay, Princess?”

“Yeah, yeah - but I'm gonna have to stop you before you seduce me into making kid number one already. At least take me on a date first,” she mocks, her nose brushing against Steve’s.

He sighs, “I’ll take you on a date. Wherever you want to go, I’ll take you.”

“How about you take me to your favorite place?” She suggests, still wrapped up in his arms.

He inhaled sharply - “Well - my favorite place is with Dustin Henderson… who is going to murder us, especially me whenever he finds out about me kissing you,” Steve groans.

“Oh god.. Dustin is going to kill us.. I am not looking forward to his wrath.. like, at all,” she sighs. “Maybe we won't tell him for right now?”

“No, that’ll make it way worse,” Steve shakes his head. “What do we do?”

“I have an idea. What about a DND game? I’ll host it tomorrow, it’s Sunday tomorrow - no one should have anything to do. It’ll be fine,” she says.

“Are you saying that for me or for you?” Steve asks. “Because I feel like that was kinda for both of us.” He laughs.

“Wait-“ she looks at him, he can see her brows laced together with concern, “What if you wake up tomorrow and you don’t feel the same way as you do tonight?” She asks.

Steve’s hands cup her warm face, leaving a gentle kiss on the top of her nose, “These feelings aren’t going anywhere.” Steve smiles, wrapping his arms around her. “You’re stuck with me now.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

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[thephantomofthe-internet]

Hi….. do you still read ST fics, my precious bean? If so, may I present to you, Cursed. (It’s dark but fun! Has a love triangle & is during the events of season 4!) If not, please disregard this message & I love you <3

hey babes! i do lmao, i read the first part of this series, it good! i’m just behind because i’m very busy atm but i’ll catch up as soon as i can 💜

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[sincericida]

Do you have any favorite Peter smut fics to recommend? I'm in need something spicy! I'll take anything you can think of!

Dear, if you want to turn up your temperature with some of the smut fics I’ve read recently, here are a few:

So, So Mean, by @lovelettersforthedamned

Smitten, Peter's Angel, The Ruler and The Killer, Peter and a Cam Girl, Enraptured, Doing so Well, Not so Innocent, The Goddess, In The Dark, Cheating With Peter, Phone Sex, and my favorite ever Back to Basics, by @blooming-violets

Love on the Brain: Sugar & Vice, vol 2, Sugar and Vice, Sweet Dreams, These Violet Delights, by @liz-allyn

Bondage, Mattress Acting, by @reysdriver

August Slipped Away by @peterthepark

Symbiote mini series by @mrshipsmcgee

Florence series by @periprose

Dulcet by @jamespottersdaisy

Quiet Temptations by @parkerpeter24

Sparks Fly by @mortwig

Jawbreaker by @witchywcmans

The Angel In The Garden of Evil series, In Your Boss’s Office, Professor Peter Parker by @backtothefanfiction

'Til Kingdom Come by @pedrito-friskito

Masterlist of @withahappyrefrain

This fic of @deviouz

Going to The Edge of Heaven by @multifandomworldsposts

Another Love series by @abibliophobiaa

Too Close For Comfort by @lovelettersforthedamned

Thick and Thin by @ficthots

Daddy Issues seeries by @venus616

I’m Holding my Breath for You by @lxinesux

There must be others I’ve read, but I’ve read so much fanfic… You must find more things in this tag [peter parker fanfic] that I usually put in the fics I reblogged.

Thank you to all the writers on Tumblr!

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[liz-allyn]

cw: real life tragedy, immediately followed by fake spiciness

It’s been a long time since I posted anything original. But I’m trying.

I have a ridiculously long peter x honey smut tale about 90% complete. I started writing it in July. Real life is getting in the way.

A friend of mine died a week before Halloween.

My dog died three days after my birthday.

My family’s dog died on Christmas.

Almost a week ago, I found out that my estranged biological mother passed away in a hospice clinic. A medical examiner gave me the news six days after she died. I think the last time I spoke to her was 2017.

All this is to say, I’m having a rough time. That’s a shit ton of unfortunately timed trauma.

But I’m still here, trying to get through one day at a time. One paragraph at a time.

Speaking of which, a sneaky peaky… please enjoy.

@sincericida @moonyslove78 @blooming-violets @withahappyrefrain @mrshipsmcgee @rae-gar-targaryen @p3mybeloved @drew-garfi

A sharp, biting kiss swallowed him whole, stealing the oxygen from his lungs. The heat was as intense as he had remembered. This time, they didn’t melt into one another. She was like a wildfire, her touch scalding him.

Her hands then went to his throat, ebony-painted nails leaving red trails on his creamy skin. Buttons popped as she yanked on his clothes. Her goal could have been to draw blood with her kiss. Her teeth tore at his lips, and he groaned into her mouth.

Clumsy, he fumbled with his fingers—reaching up to grip her by the hair. Finally, he wrenched her head back, detaching her bite from his face.

Immediately, he was met with an open-palmed slap on the cheek.

Sharp gasps cut through them, and they jumped backwards a few feet. Tension and shock reverberated in the gap they created. An eerie calm settled over them, like the barometric pressure plunging right before a storm.

Honey blinked at him owlishly, mouth open and her palm throbbing.

Peter glared at her in silence. He looked a mess; hair unkempt, the top buttons of his shirt torn open to reveal jagged crimson scratch marks across his milky skin. His heartbeat steadily increased as he gently dapped his fingertips at the ache in his jaw. The exquiste lines of his face were stained pastel pink. His eyes were black as night.

Peter watched her, pupils dialating, blood pressure rising. The shadow of a smile curved his mouth. His features darkened into something primal. Something familiar.

There’s my girl.

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[peterparkersnose]

Fan Fiction Recommendations

Din Djarin; Star Wars (The Mandalorian)

kiss prompts by @letterfromvienna

softer by @thatredheadwriter

early mornings by @buckyhoney

lonely by @darklordofthesimp

good by @oliviajdjarin

shine and polish by @writerlyhabits

flustered by @darklordofthesimp

moon tattoo by @groguspicklejar

rumble by @ezrasbirdie

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Peter Parker; The Amazing Spiderman

au arranged marriage by @mrshipsmcgee

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Eddie Munson; Stranger Things

damn prejudice by @itsoutrageouss

nice fucking try by @itsoutrageouss

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Jonathan Byers; Stranger Things

first kiss drabble by @lovewheeler

your love by @refiwrites

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Javier Peña; Narcos (US)

you are in love by @guess-my-next-obsession

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Bob Floyd; Bob (Top Gun)

baby on board by @topguncortez

only love can hurt like this by @imjess-themess

dancing with you by @applebutter-and-cinnamon

that was hot by @writergirl35

the captains daughter by @callsignhoney

nice guys finish last by @clints-lucky-arrow

sunscreen by @siempre-bucky

kill bob by @imjess-themess

short bob smut by @zstrn

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Bradley Bradshaw; Rooster (Top Gun)

like father like daughter by @youlightmeupfinn

hawaiian shirt request by @zstrn

pursuit by @sunlightmurdock

quiet experiments by @winchesterandpie

dad!bradley by @zstrn

jealousy, jealousy by @feralforfrank

see you through my eyes by @ayorooster

c’mere you @witchwyfe

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Jake Seresin; Hangman (Top Gun)

him as a dad by @youlightmeupfinn

soothing migraines by @magnolia-among-the-stars

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Joel Miller; The Last of Us

morning by @wheresarizona

proud old man fucker by @strikecommander

comfortably close by @omgreally

bonfire by @eupheme

unnamed angst by @pedrosballsack

sleeping bag by @quin-ns

flush by @laters-gators

drooling by @talaok

make it better by @atinylittlepain

your world hasn’t stopped by @soulofapatrick

and we’re gonna get married by @cowgurrrl

pieces of our path by @atinylittlepain

the one where things are messy by @pedges

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Poe Dameron; Star Wars

midnight by @campingwiththecharmings

feeling you by @multifandomsw

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Han Solo; Star Wars

the incident by @jedi-valkyrie

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Aemond Targaryen; House of the Dragon

Teaching A Dragon New Tricks by @marthawrites

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started june 8 ‘22

updating until full filled may 18 ‘23 (list #2)

if you want your work removed just lmk, no worries :)

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[withahappyrefrain]

So about a year ago I met an amazing group of people. We all bonded over our love for Spiderman (specifically TASM version) but over the year we've gotten much closer and I genuinely consider these people my friends.

Thank you for being there for me, for supporting me, for being the best hype group ever. Y'all should give these amazing people a follow, because they are not only talented writers and artists, but also amazing people in general:

@rae-gar-targaryen @ouralcohol @xbamboowishesx @papaya-047 @mrshipsmcgee @mortwig @acupcakepenguin @friendly-neighborhood-blondie @realspideyspice @foreverrogers @cordiformity @sinkbeneaththewaves @blooming-violets @liz-allyn @summertimestyles @shimmerwriter @petcr3 @fallensilencefics @SilkSpiderStuff @letmeplaytheliontoo @squiddtheekidd @t-hollanderr @decadentpaperduck @spidervee @jadore-andor @wicked-blathers @officialjanetsnakehole @sonofarathorn @renaroo123 @abibliophobiaa @p3mybeloved @privateanxieties

If I forgot anyone else, I am so sorry. Y'all mean the world to me! <3

[basicrese]

Eddie Munson Fic Recs

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one-shots

fic by @jadeylovesmarvelxo

‘86 baby! by @hellfireloser

A Game of Gods and Monsters by @munsons-maiden

A Simple Distraction by @ofstarsandvibranium

come pick me up by @chelseeebe

damn prejudice by @itsoutrageouss

downpour by @siempre-bucky

Eddie Munson x Henderson! reader by @eddie-munsons-girlfriend

Eddie Munson pretending to be your SO by @ddejavvu

end of the beginning by @sergeantbuckybarnes

Forever yours, faithfully by @zaynsxsoul

Girlfriend? by @sunflowergirl522

head over heels by @creme-bruhlee

hold me closer by @thewritingbabe

i was made for lovin’ you by @milkiane

Jealousy, Jealousy by @starlightsearches

jealousy, jealousy by @theoreticslut

Love You, Too, Edison. by @spideyheart

My Hero by @mayfieldsqueen

my pretty little secret by @eddiemunsonsbaby

Not Chaotic by @redheadspark

opposites attract by @spiderl0rd

Prized Possession by @kaylawritesfics

Prom Queen by @eddie-van-munson

proving it by @harrysweasleys

Rain On Me by @redheadspark

Real Speed by @queenimmadolla

Secret by @porcelaindoll-exe

sick body, sick smile by @luveline

that should be me by @sapphireplums

The Stand In by @mollysolo

thunder and lightning by @siempre-bucky

Told You So by @eddie-munsons-sweetheart

We’re not saying goodbye, not today, okay? by @strangerthangs1986

Who You Gonna Call? by @stranger-nightmare

would you kiss me in a crowded room? by @robiin-buckley

you’re the only woman by @jasm1nelily

series

Cursed by @mrshipsmcgee

don’t take my heart (don’t break my heart) by @hotdogwillex

safe by @loeyparker

Tell Me a Secret by @siempre-bucky

trapped under ice by @munson-blurbs

Worlds Apart by @munsons-maiden

you callin’ me a liar? by @sailortongue

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things #fic rec

[letmeplaytheliontoo]

Steve's Thanksgiving

I have had this idea since September and haven't had the time to write the whole fic but I wanted to put something out for today.

Thanks to @silkspiderstuff, @rae-gar-targaryen, and @mrshipsmcgee for letting me bounce ideas off them. This isn't edited so please be gentle with me. I should be cooking right now.

Steve decides he wants to host thanksgiving for the party a year or two after  the Vecna situation. It was resolved, everyone  lived,  don’t worry about details

Steve spend the early part of November in the Wheeler’s basement looking at Karen’s collection of recipe magazines and borrows her copy of Joy of Cooking

He wants to do this all by himself for everyone he loves.

Literally everyone says no to him doing it alone

Eddie and Robin spend the night before at Steve’s tearing up sage leaving and trying to help Steve defrost the bird and stay calm

Morning of, Steve wakes up to pounding on his door at 6:30 am, please picture him answering the door with his hair going every which way and wearing glasses

Hopper and Murray have shown up with cinnamon rolls made by Will and Joyce, all of the things needed to deep fry the bird, and enough beer to drown the town

Nancy and Jonathan show up next with the cornbread stuffing with all sorts of delicious things like onions and mushrooms and celery and craisins. There is plenty of it to go inside the bird as well as bake on its own

Please insert a scene of Nancy, Hopper, and Murray screaming about how to stuff/cook the bird while Jonathan, Robin, Eddie, and Steve look too tired to participate while they while quietly drink their coffee and eat the cinnamon rolls

Joyce brings her famous green bean casserole   

El and Robin make the mashed sweet potatoes with marshmallows

Murray does a thing with brussels sprouts and balsamic glaze that would, low-key be the best dish on the table but this will hardly get eaten because brussels sprouts

Eddie has a recipe for mashed potatoes that he ripped from a magazine he saw at the store. These are some of the most garlicky, creamy, buttery mashed potatoes you have ever seen. They are truly terrible for your heart but too delicious for anyone to care.

Wayne makes the gravy on the stove top without saying a word but he’s smiling quietly, enjoying the large boisterous family his nephew has brought him into.

Lucas and Erica’s mom has sent them with the most incredible breaded mac and cheese

Erica has brought her own spicey sweet potato dish because she didn’t want any of that marshmallow nonsense

Claudia and Dustin bring three pies, one of them is chocolate

Max insists and making Pillsbury crescent rolls

Steve has a bit of freak out realizing he forgot about the cranberry sauce.

Nancy tries to placate him by telling him she picked up some that canned nonsense but not to worry about because no one likes cranberry sauce anyway

Steve is not having it. He will not settle for this. Things have gotten away from him. He let everyone else take control but damnit, he will not settle for this. His family deserves better than this. They deserve more than he got. He needs this dinner to be perfect and he needs for there to be real cranberry sauce.

Eddie holds Steve by the shoulders and says, you want real cranberry sauce, we will make real cranberry sauce

Joyce and Eddie help Steve make a lovely cranberry sauce with bits of granny smith apples and dried apricots and chopped pecans. It’s a smashing success and everyone loves it

Mike and Will are bashfully flirting while everyone is “distracted” (no one is that distracted. Everyone knows and they think it’s adorable)

Hopper makes Steve carve the turkey (with a little direction to assist him).

Everything is delicious and dinner itself is amazing.

A football starts in the back yard after dinner and Eddie joins under great pleading from Steve. Eddie didn’t need the pleading but he likes how cute Steve looks when he does it. One tackle results in a very cute Steddie make-out. Hopper teases them but he laughs

Mike and Will do the dishes together

Robin ducks out to meet up with Vicky after giving Steve and giant hug and congratulating him on a job well done.

Max and Lucas fall asleep cuddled up the couch

El and Erica are lying on the floor, trying to fight their food coma while White Christmas plays on the TV.

Claudia specifically fawns over Eddie and asks for his mashed potato recipe

She gets a little tipsy and gently hits on Wayne who is surprisingly smooth but a complete gentleman about it

Joyce pulls Steve aside to tell him how well it went and how glad she is that he wanted to do this.

At the end of day, Steve and Eddie are in bed together and Steve mentions how surprised everyone came together like that.

Eddie reminds Steve that of course his family would for him.

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[decadentpaperduck]

Leave me Breathless - Fem Reader x Steve Harrington (MINORS DNI)

Summary: Steve finds himself in trouble and refuses to accept that anyone would put themselves in danger for him. Words: 2.4k Warnings: swearing, angst, p in v MINORS DNI , sickly sweet fluff! season 4 spoilers!!!  A/N: Yes the referenced song is nothing to do with the 80s but it worked, okay? Please reblog, leave feedback, send requests, all the fun stuff and have a great day!

lil thank you to @mrshipsmcgee for listening to me ramble about this and providing inspiration!! <3 ________________________________

The water of Lover’s Lake laps at the sides of the decrepit boat, rumbling and rolling as you cling on to the edge. “Don’t go down there.” You plead with Steve. “Not alone.” The second part of your request is quieter than the first, barely audible above the sound of the water, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. You don’t know exactly what you meant by that but you couldn’t bear the thought of him going down there on his own.

“I’ll be fine.” He dismisses, and whilst you want to believe him, you’re struck with a quiet fear.

Steve takes off his shoes and his socks before he stands up and strips off his sweater. You look away.  He hands Nancy his sweater with a strained smile and she passes him the torch.

“Please don’t be stupid.” She warns.

“See you on the other side.” The humour of his words failed to reach you, they drop into the water with him as he dives in.

You hold your breath in sympathy, eyes trained on the spot where he went in. You jump slightly as a cold, stray hand clutches yours. It’s Nancy’s. Nancy, like Robin, is accustomed to watching Steve throw himself into danger. You, however, are not.

“Breathe.” She instructs, with a firm squeeze of your hand, and you release a long, drawn out breath.

It’s painfully obvious to everyone on the boat that you are in love with Steve Harrington, except maybe to you (and Steve). You just can’t seem to put a finger on it because right now, because the sickness is nerves alone, right? Nothing to do with how much you wished it was anyone else but him down there in case things went wrong.

 “Is anyone counting how long he’s been down there?”

“Thirty seconds.” Robin answers, deadpan, staring at the watery veil. You nod and chew on your lip before the longest minute of your life is punctuated by the crackling of the on board walkie.

Your head turns towards the shoreline. Lights.

“Shit.” You murmur, someone’s here. Nancy sees the lights too.

“Sixty seconds.”

“We need to go.” She lets go of your hand and reaches for the walkie, holding down the button. “Please tell me you guys are out of sight.” She grits her teeth. The elongated seconds feel like crawling through mud.

“Not exactly.” Dustin’s breathless voice fuzzes through the airwaves and you breathe a sigh of relief. “Eddie’s…the boathouse,” The connection breaks off. “we….running.”

“Ninety seconds.” Robin interjects.

“We’re trying to get away from the lake.” Lucas speaks over the walkie now. “You gu…to lay low and get out the-” The connection cuts off and your heart sinks. Nancy throws the walkie to the bottom of the boat. These kids are putting their necks on the line. These kids are braver than you’ll ever be.

The thought turns over in your head, like a hot pebble in a wet palm, as you glance between your boat fellows, the walkie and the water. You close your eyes and inhale deeply through your nose. Your body is vibrating with fear but the urge to act is overwhelming.

“One hundred twenty seconds and counting.”

“We need-” Nancy starts, but the rest of her words fall away as you throw yourself over the side of the boat, leaving Steve’s sweater in the bottom of the boat with the walkie.

 You hear the muted calls of your name and the sound of the boat rocking as you kick your legs out under the water, angling yourself downwards. A too-slow torpedo through murky waters. It’s dark, but you can make out the glowing red gate and Steve desperately fighting to get away from it.

He is clutching at the plants of the riverbed, trying to wrench himself out of the grasp of some invisible force. Your arms and legs move faster to get to him.

 The look in his eyes tells you he’s not happy you’re down there. But it’s too late for that. You grip his forearms and anchor your feet to the gravelly floor, the strength of the force behind him is enough to steady yourself. You heave against your opponent, trying not to lose too much air from your lungs.

 Something lapses in the pull from the other side. You seize the opportunity to wrangle Steve from the grip of the Upside Down and pull him out of the gate. With all your combined strength, Steve is out of harms way and back in your arms. Fuelled by fear and exhaustion, you drag yourselves to the surface.

When you breach the water, up into the air,  you both gasp for breath, panicked and oxygen starved. Steve’s fingers are wrapped around the boats edge as he coughs up water and you use one of your own arms to support him upright.

 The lights are gone. The lake looks deserted. You’re relieved.

-

 At Robin’s house, you sit cross legged on the kitchen chair as she dries your hair gently with a towel. You’re eyes are heavy and your chest aches. Eddie sits in the corner of the room nursing something alcoholic and Steve had slammed the bathroom door behind him some 20 minutes ago. He said he needed to be alone.

“He’ll get over it.” Eddie speaks for the first time. He smiles sympathetically. Going through a lot himself, it touches you that he thinks to acknowledge your feelings at all.

“Will he?”

“I guess if it were me, I’d feel the same.” He contemplates.

“You like him, don’t you?” Robin asks and you nod meekly. She stops drying your hair to squat down in front of you. She hands you the towel. “Here, finish up your hair and I’ll find you something dry to put on.”

“What, that’s it? No mockery of my innermost feelings?” She shakes her head with a smile.

“Even if I didn’t already know-”

“You already knew?!”

“You just needed to admit it to yourself.” She winks and stands back up, heading to the bedrooms to find something for you to wear, as promised.

You scrunch at the ends of your hair with a towel, looking to the floor. After a few squeezes, your head settles on your hands, covered by the towel. The smell of the lake’s water was saturating the space around you and dredging up the memories of the Watergate (as Dustin so affectionately called it). Your elbow sinks into your thigh as your head becomes heavy with worry.

“I’m going to call it for tonight.” Eddie appears beside you and pat you on the shoulder. “Rob said I’ve got the spare room and you’re in with Mr Grumpy Gills.” You throw your head back with an eye roll.

“Of course I am.”

“If you need anything, if you’d ever…need…me…that’s where I’ll be. Good luck.”

 -

 You are laying in Robin’s bed, blanket up to your middle, when Steve knocks on the door. You wince slightly.

“Come in.” He is wearing his yellow sweater from earlier and a pair of pyjama pants inevitably provided by Robin.

“Hi.” His voice is strained and thin. He had inhaled a lot of water at the lake and you think he might have been crying. You try not to seem too worried.

“Hi.” Your arms wrap around your upper body.

“Cold?” He asks and you shrug. He waits a moment. “Are we going to talk about what happened?”

“Do you want to?”

“Well, yeah.” He says firmly and you swallow before shifting into a sitting position. “I do.” Your eyes encourage him to speak, where your words fail. “Why?”

“Why wh-”

“Don’t do that. You know that I mean.”

“You would have done it for any one of us, Steve.”

“You put yourself in danger for me.” The rasp of his voice breaks your heart. “You should have stayed on that boat.” He runs his hands through his hair.

“What if I hadn’t?”

“What if it got you too? There is no reason that it should have given in like that, it should have got me! Us!”

“In that case we would have been in it together, Steve.” Your voice is raising. You had never raised your voice to Steve and neither had he. But it was happening.

“You should have left me.”

“You should have done this. You should have done that.” You wipe at your face in frustration. “I didn’t, Steve. I didn’t. I chose to save the man I love instead.”

You feel like a fraud, a scared girl who leapt into the water for love, not because she was brave. “I’m not like you, Steve.” You feel the tears welling in your eyes. “I know it was selfish. I couldn’t let you go.” The tears fall, tickling your skin as they go.

 Steve is stunned to silence. A rare occurrence for a man with so much to say. He perches on the empty side of the bed, one knee bent on the surface of the mattress, the other foot on the floor. The street lights outside cast an orange glow across the room, skimming his beautiful features through the flimsy curtains. He’s startlingly handsome.

 "We can all be selfish.” His hand moves back and forth over the blanket.

“Please tell me about your last supposed selfish act.” You challenge. You don’t know what’s possessing you to keep up this fight. It’s hurting your heart. It’s hurting his.

“Well.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I got into an argument with this girl because I couldn’t bare the thought that she could have gotten herself hurt or worse…for me.” His gaze falls to your lips. “And if she did, I…” You pinch yourself. “I never could have kissed her.”

“Kiss her, Steve.”

“God, I wanna do more than kiss her." He whispers. You inhale quickly. “Is that okay?” He cradles the right side of your face in his hand, your ear between his pointer and middle finger, his thumb sweeping over your damp cheek.

“Don’t push it.” You try to sound fun and flirtatious but the reality of how hard your heart was hammering was making you weak. You’re holding your breath again. Steve smiles lovingly.

“Don’t forget to breathe.” He smirks and closes the gap, humming into the kiss. Your chest is alight with glee (and the relief of taking a breath). Damn Steve Harrington.

 His fingers find the bottom of the shirt you are wearing and slowly drag it up over your head before discarding it to the floor. “It is weird taking Robin’s shirt off you.”

“Please don’t think about that.” You laugh. He couldn’t think about that when he saw what was underneath. All he can think about is you.

For the second time today, Steve sheds the sweater dramatically before he guides you back on the bed, and begins kissing down your neck towards your chest. His mouth hovers over your nipple and you bite down on your lip in anticipation.

 As his mouth kisses around your breast, you involuntarily start to spread your legs, the right one connecting with Steve’s body.

“Hold your horses,” He smiles and licks softly. You whine, left speechless by the gentle assault on your body, his right hand trailing up your thigh. “You’re ridiculous.” He whispers.

“I’m ridiculous?” He nods and you finally give in to the temptation to run your fingers through his hair. He hums. “Why?” He plants a single kiss to your nipple before sitting back and looking at you. Your hand falls from his hair and rests on your heaving chest.

“Instead of just telling me how you felt,” His fingers trace over your stomach, thoughtfully. You decided to wrestle me out of the grasp of some deadly creature from the Upside Down.”

“It is the most ridiculous thing I have ever done, but I doubt it will be the last time I do something stupid in your honour.”

“I won’t let you.” He takes the hand that rests on your chest and presses it to his lips. “Whatever it is you plan to do, I’ll do it first.”

“Steve.”

“What?”

“You have to realise you have value.” His brow twitches, ready to defend. “People want to be around you. People want to laugh with you. People are proud of you.” You kiss him. “People love you.” He kisses you back firmly.

He eases down your pyjama shorts and with them, your underwear.

“I promise.” Kiss. “Next time.” Kiss. “I’ll drag this part out longer.” Kiss.

“Next time?” You smile against his lips and breathe a moan as his fingers find your clit and rub softly in slow circles.

“Next time.” He bites gently on your lower lip as he kisses you with a love driven fervour. “Fuck.”

You paw at his pyjama pants, desperate to not be alone in the vulnerability of it all. He leans back. “Go ahead. Take ‘em off.” He watches you as you nervously take them down. He helps you a little, moving out of them so he is bare in front of you. “I think you might burn a hole through me with that look. You’re so beautiful.”

You wrinkle your nose at him, affectionately. “I love you.” His words are soft but firm.

“If it wasn’t apparent, I love you too.” The both of you take a deep breath, today’s reality spearing through you. He pushes your slightly damp hair out of your face and holds you steady.

He kisses you and slips inside of you with ease. You both breathe out quietly against each others lips. Your head is spinning, uncertain if the cause is Steve related or from a sustained lack of oxygen earlier that day. You gasp as he moves and whine when he stops. A pleased smile dances across his face and your skin flushes with embarrassment, you reach up to cover your face but Steve stops you with a kiss. “Hey,” He says. “Don’t be shy.” He kisses your neck and rocks his hip slowly into yours and you feel as though you could burst. “I wanna hear you enjoying yourself.”

You whimper at his words and lock your hands behind his neck, your fingers flexing into his hair as he moved his hips gently forwards and backwards.

 You fall apart underneath him. It doesn’t take much.

You’re exhausted, you’re in love and he loves you back. His thrusts are slow and meaningful and tantalising and sweet. “My unexpected hero.” He whispers once, with a kiss to your forehead. Your heart swells. “Thank you.”

With his final thrust before you come, he tells you he loves you again. In a dizzying, intoxicating whisper that brings tears to your eyes once more.

You share a long kiss, eyes shut tight, hands interlocked.

“Robin is going to kill us.” You whisper.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #season 4 #reader insert #st4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #robin buckley #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #stranger things spoilers #tjwrites

[fic-recs-by-mimi]

FEBRUARY 2023 FIC RECS:

We’re Already Off To An Awesome Start! If Only I Could Make This A Full Time Job XD. Anyway, I Won’t Be Around To Make A Complete List For March, But Expect Me Back In April. If Anyone Expects Me.

KEY

🗝️ = I Loved The Style Of Writing

✈️ = I Loved The Plot/Idea

⭐️ = Well Portrayed/Written Characters

🔥 = It Stirred Something Deep Inside Me And I Cannot Recommend It More

🤍 = Fluff

♥️ = Angst

💕 = Seasonal

Peter Parker’s Photographer Girlfriend Blurb (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) by @keeryshouse 🗝️✈️🔥🤍

Well Shoot ☺️ If This Isn’t This The Cutest Thing. I’m Majoring In Photography, And Boy, I Sure Wish I Had A Model Like Peter. Well Done, OP 🫱🏼♥️

doughnuts (TASM!Peter Parker X Fem!Afab!Reader) by @forourmoons 🗝️✈️🤍

Hell Yeah; Hold My Face And Kiss Me Please. Please? This Made Me Feel Very Warm Inside. Also, I Really Love Doughnuts. 🍩

Thrown, Part 31: A Failing Strategy (Eventual Loki X Reader) by @maple-seed 🗝️✈️⭐️🔥♥️

Part 31??!! OP Is Dedicated! I Definitely Don’t Have The Time To Read Through The Whole Thing, But It Was Pretty Darn Good On It’s Own. I Hope To Come Back To It Soon. It’s Very Nice. Excellent Writing, Ma’am. I Admire You. 👌🏽

Have Some Tea (Not Really A Pairing, Mostly Ft. Loki & Reader’s Child) by @kilikina34512 🗝️✈️🤍🤍🤍

Awwww, Gosh, This Is So Cute And Wholesome. We Love Our Little Toddlers.

Burning Words (Loki X Reader) by @lokiprompts ✈️🔥🤍♥️

Great Dialogue And Plots Come From Characters Who Can Say Anything But What They Want To Say. There’s A Post Floating Around With That Message, And I Like This Example Of It. Anyway, This Is My Exact Level Of Awkward LOL 😂

How Do You Think Peter Would Propose? (TASM!Peter Parker X Fem Reader) by @mrshipsmcgee 🗝️✈️⭐️🔥🤍

I Added A Tag That Read Slmething Along The Lines Of “smooooooth” When I Hit Reblog And I’ll Say It Again. Impeccable Timing, Sir!

*massive untapped potential* (Light X Y/N L/N) by @phantomrose96 🗝️✈️✈️✈️⭐️🔥

HOLY SMOKES I’m Not Even A Part Of The Death Note Fandom, But This Idea Is Absolutely Spectacular. This Is Brilliant Work, Here!

And, Of Course, The Incorrect Quotes. Go Give Them Love. They’re Ingenious.

The Frog Spider Vine, by @incorrect-marvelcinematic-quotes (I Think This One Will Be A Forever Favourite Of Mine)

Oh shit he’s about to be 17, by @ironrad (Oh Shit MCU’s Peter Parker Is Cannonically Only 16 And A Half)

The Sin Of Pi Is Zero, by @marvel-lous-guy (Very Clever!)

If You’re An Author Of One Of These Fics And Would Prefer I Take You/Your Work Off This List/My Blog, Pls Message &lt;3

#fic recs by mimi #fic recs #fic rec list #february 2023 #loki x reader #peter parker #loki x female reader #peter parker x reader #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki imagine #peter parker fluff #dn fanfiction #dad loki #tags

[ouralcohol]

a shoutout to some of my favorite bloggers and just people i've come to know for the past months or so. life is funny, but here we are. they've helped me become a better person in a lot of ways and i don't think i'd be the person i would be right now if it wasn't for them... in no particular order, thank you from the bottom of my heart to the following:

@rae-gar-targaryen @withahappyrefrain @drew-garfi @mortwig @wicked-rambles @spidervee @renaroo123 @liz-allyn @blooming-violets @silkspiderstuff @squiddtheekidd @papaya-047 @mrshipsmcgee @letmeplaytheliontoo @shimmerwriter @tastesupremacy @sincericida @abibliophobiaa @reigndropss @cryptidcasanova @xbamboowishesx

those are all i can think of the top of my head, dw more of this loving will come.

a lot of them have fics... and you should read them because they are phenomenal.

#appreciation tuesday #alch feels

[mrshipsmcgee]

Cursed: Series

Stranger Things x female!Reader, Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Closing up shop at the arcade marks the beginning of the end with the tolling of a grandfather clock. Or did the beginning of the end start in March of 1983? Are you somehow connected to all of this that’s going on in Hawkins?

during the events of stranger things season 4

Volume 1 Volume 2 Volume 3 Finale

Warnings: 18+ scary themes, mentions of murder, mentions of suicide, description of a panic attack, cursing, fluff, curse words, dark themes, nightmares, love triangle, panic, dread, more fluff, kisses, mentions of blood, brief mentions of labor, doctors and nurses,curse words, dark themes, loss of virginity, p in v, oral (f receiving), fluff, mentions of death and murder, abuse, non consensual touch (briefly, but it sucks), punching, hitting, mentions of bones, broken bones, fighting.

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Crossposted on AO3

#mrshipsmcgee #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fluff #stranger things angst #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things season 4 #max mayfield #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfiction series #cursed

[thephantomofthe-internet]

💞✨ send this to the 12 nicest people you know or seem to have a good heart and if you get 5 back you must be pretty awesome 💞✨

Luv u mwah 🥰💜🥰💜

#asks #answered #mrshipsmcgee

[sincericida]

I need peter parker angst fics I need soul r

Wrenching ones I can cry too cause therapy is too expensive to pay for so I've come to the master to ask for suggestions

You want fics of angst, pain and despair, my darling? Well, I have here suggestions from some of the best writers of the genre right here:

"The Thinks We Never Talk About" by @privateanxieties

It is, where “Peter shows up at the last minute and goes feral” by @mrshipsmcgee

"Hopeful" by @stresslessbaaby

The "Sugar And Vice" fic, by @liz-allyn

"Car Accident": part 1 and part 2 by @blooming-violets

"Only Love Could Hurt Like This" by @stylesparker

"The First Fall Of Snow" by @godlessandwrecked

"Labyrinth" by @corinthianism

"The Way I Loved You" and "Secret Ingredient" by @ficthots

"Honest" by @starsval

"Dancing On My Own": read first "the vision of the reader" and then "the vision of Peter", by @blooming-violets

"Hold my body tight even on my lowest nights; {p.p.}" by @venus616

"In a Corner I Haunt (Right Where You Left Me)" by @reidslovely

The "Heat Of The Moment" fic, by @liz-allyn

"CONNECTING ARTS" by @slytherheign

"Ties that bind" by @liz-allyn

The "Masterlist" of @rancidpancakebatter

The "Devil You Know" fic (read first) and the "Inner Demons" fic, both of @liz-allyn

"Florence" (masterlist) by @periprose

"I Would Wait Up Forever" by @novazhere

"A Moment In Time" by @andy-solo1

"Wander Streets at Night, Fighting Just to Breathe" by @prismatica-the-strange

"A wound like no other" by @privateanxieties

I hope you like my suggestions, and prepare your Kleenexs. 🥲

These are some. In case I forgot some that I don’t know and haven’t read yet - there's definitely, please, put them down here. It’s never too much to spread the word about Tumblr writers. 😚

#ask box #writers #writers of tumblr #peter parker angst #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fanfiction #tasm peter parker fic #tasm peter fic #tasm peter parker x reader #ask response #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfic #andrew garfield #peter parker #spider man #the amazing spider man #tasm #tasm!peter angst #tasm!peter parker angst #angst #sincericida #ask request #fanfic's compilation #request

[liz-allyn]

Hello since I've read and re read sugar and vice from cover to cover I want your recommendations on good angsty Peter parker first and I mean angsty none of that hurt comfort stuff I want balling my eyes out at two am because my favourite fictional character died angst (hurt comfort will do jk)

Hi angsty anon! There are a few pieces that immediately come to mind, but does anyone have some good recent recs to suggest?

something unforgivable @blooming-violets (perhaps the queen of angst. this makes me sad literally every time i read it.) car accident, in fact there's a whole angst library

found (incomplete but the first 3 chapters are heartache incarnate) and this little request - @mrshipsmcgee

an eternal sort of promise - @literaila

the things we never talk about and a wound like no other - @privateanxieties

in the real world - @luveline

august slipped away - @peterthepark

#Lizzy recs. #tasm peter parker #tasm peter parker imagine #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm fanfiction #tasm angst #tasm #the amazing spider man #the amazing spiderman #amazing spider man #andrew garfield peter parker x reader #andrew garfield spiderman #andrew garfield x reader #peter parker andrew garfield #peter parker angst #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine

[blooming-violets]

Hey there! Do you happen to know what happened to agnesamarantheastwood/spidervee? I can’t find her posts anywhere 😭

Hello! I'm pretty certain she deleted her tumblr. I don't know the exact reason but I'm sure she knew what she was doing and looking out for her best interests. It is always a bummer when a writer you love suddenly disappears and takes their works with them but, sadly, that is the nature of the internet. Sometimes deleting is people's best options for their mental health (or any other reason they may have). I know it sucks and I'm sorry it happened :(

Here's some other authors I would like to recommend in an attempt to help fill your VeeVoid though:

@liz-allyn

Fellow dark fic enthusiast, fantastic writer, her work reads like professional fucking literature, she has a dark and fascinating brain that I want to live inside of. I highly recommend Heat of the Moment. I swear that fic broke me. I think about it daily. It truly is a work of art and I do not say that lightly. I mean that with my whole heart. Her current series is Sugar and Vice. It's gripped me by the throat and is slowly choking me to death.

@mrshipsmcgee

I'm biased because this is my lover and I live and breathe for her. If I go one day without texting her, I feel dead inside. But regardless of my undying love for Cait, she writes Peter beautifully. If you're looking for a finished series, please check Symbiote (which I can never spell right on the first try). It's sexy and dark and full of action. If you're looking for something softer, highhhllyyy recommend A Lord and A Lady. It is a Bridgerton AU but I think it could read just fine as a period piece even if you don't know the show/story. It's soft and lovely and Cait captures the time period so perfectly that it makes me feel like I'm watching an episode before my eyes. It's unfished but I have secret, behind the scenes, knowledge and she's currently working on the story again after taking a much needed break from writing. Everything she has showed me so far is amazing.

@privateanxieties

I have not read as many of their works as I would like to but it's on my list of things to do. I recently read Of Enemies and Indestructible Girlfriends and was in awe. I could not stop reading. The humor mixed with the emotions mixed with the action scenes were wonderfully balanced. Such talent and I feel bad for not reading as much as I would like. Christmas vaca is less than a month away so hopefully I'll use that time as my fic catch up. Just because I'm behind though doesn't mean you need to be! Read some of their stuff and you won't be disappointed.

@p3mybeloved

Y'all need to check out Kayla asap. If you want the perfect sex pollen fic then you need to read hold you here, my loveliest friend. Every time I attempt to write my own sex pollen fic I give up literally because I know it will never be as good as this one and why touch perfection, ya know? Her current chapter fic is who is the lamb and who is the knife. Once again, I need to catch up on this because I'm behind, but what I have read...wowowowowowow.

@withahappyrefrain

Everyone knows Abby (put your age in your fucking bio) is a true fic queen. When I think of her, I think of adorable cuteness, sunshine, and sundresses...and also the filthiest mind on the most innocent looking woman you've ever seen. She is perfection. Much like her fic Here Comes the Sun. Also Field Trips - Not just Educational gives me life. It solidified my love of Peter Parker being with a teacher gf. Oh, and if you feel like getting horny with sub!peter, read this. Abby's horny thoughts ruin me. She just gets it.

#asks #fic recs