#steve harrington boyfriend

[munsonsreputation]

the very first page not where the storyline ends

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: [4.8k]

warnings: mild cursing, slight mention of steve's childhood, overall fluff and all that romantic stuff

summary: a sparkling night and a flawless dance you shared with Steve Harrington wasn’t how you imagined your love story to begin. Nothing could have prepared you for it, but you’d both spend every dance and forever wondering how enchanting it was to finally find each other.

The speakers blasted a slow song, prompting couples and friends to make their way onto the dance floor while all you could do was watch from the sidelines as their bodies swayed.

Part of you didn’t mind one bit, while the other wished that at least one of your friends could have asked you to dance just so you wouldn’t be lonely. Thankfully, the outskirts of the dance floor lingering with the other strays didn’t make you feel too bad, knowing you weren’t the only one without a slow dance for the night.

You watched on with a fond smile, admiring all the high school sweethearts you hoped would turn into forever lovers — and high school friends that would turn into lifelong ones. Despite your initial annoyance at the lack of romance, you loved the idea of potentially witnessing it from others.

Sipping on the overly sweet and likely spiked punch, you finally pulled your eyes from the dance floor, looking everywhere but there in hopes of curing your achy heart. It was then that you noticed the figure from across the room and eyes that belonged to it seemingly fixated on you.

The orbs belonged to Steve Harrington, one of the most popular boys in all of Hawkins. Everyone knew who he was, yet his eyes seemed to call out to you from across the room, asking if you two have met before accompanied with that charming smile plastered across his lips.

You twiddled your fingers at him cooly, setting the flimsy plastic cup down on the table, breath hitching nervously in your chest as his silhouette started to make its way to you. His hands tucked into his pant pockets, coming closer to you with a shyness you’d never seen up close and personal before.

“I’m Steve,” He spoke loud enough, standing in front of where you were seated, careful to not let his shoes come in contact with the excess fabric on your dress that flooded the floor.

“Hi, Steve.” You grinned, looking up at him through your mascara coated lashes, blinking wildly because it had to have been a dream.

Meanwhile, Steve felt like a loser. A total hopeless romantic idiotic loser, to be exact. You were the prettiest sight his eyes ever laid eyes on. Even from across the room, he had known that, but getting to see you without craning his neck in between the dancing bodies was like a punch to his gut.

He felt lovesick, mouth held slightly agape as he gawked at you like a work of art. Entranced by the flecks of glitter that swooped over your lids and the high points of your cheeks. But it was your eyes that mesmerized him, piercing into his own and holding them like it was the only thing you wanted to do even if he was the one that was enraptured.

“Do y-you wanna dance?” He proposed, clearing his throat and blinking after what seemed to feel like an eternity of not.

His shoulders pulled into himself, looking back at the dance floor, then back to you hoping you wouldn’t turn it down because then his heart really wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Your lips pressed into a tight smile, nodding without hesitation.

“Yeah, sure.”

His chest rose and fell with a relieved puff of air, finally dragging his hands out of its confines as he held them out towards you. You gladly took them, letting him lead you through the figures and into an open spot.

Instinctively, when you both settled, your arms went around his neck, feet already moving back and forth to the beat of the song as his warm hands settled around your waist and he began following along. It wasn’t anything complicated, a simple side-by-side motion that felt surprisingly comfortable for something that was usually so intimate.

Steve kissed his teeth, stretching his neck outwards as his eyes darted around, prompting you to furrow your brows and follow his sights, trying to see what he was getting at. You had thought maybe he was second guessing his invitation to you.

Then he finally spoke, “Is your date gonna come out of the bathroom and beat me up for asking you to dance?”

Worried filled orbs drifting back to you as you rolled your eyes playfully, not as anxious as you were just a few moments ago.

“I don’t have a date tonight.” You replied, watching as he looked at you stumped, his brows pulled together, a baffled crease forming between them.

“How?”

“What?”

“How could someone not ask you out to prom?” He shook his head, still clearly confused by the information that he just couldn’t believe.

“Says you, Mr. Popular.” You teased with a smirk, “I really hope you don’t secretly have a date who’s going to accuse me of stealing you.”

Steve barked out a laugh, shaking his head, “I promise, I don’t.”

You nodded, happy with his answer—and even more happy that he was enjoying the dance as much as you.

“I don’t think I put myself out there enough,” you blurted out, wincing at your brutal honesty that you wished you had cushioned slightly.

His head tilted, staring at you puzzled at what you meant. “Huh?”

“That’s why I think no one asked me out to prom.”

You bit down on your lip, hoping he didn’t just ask you to dance out of pity, because then it would be totally embarrassing to leave him with that thought.

Yet Steve didn’t budge the way you thought he would. Instead, he shook his head undoubtedly, lips tugging up into a sincere smile as if he knew.

“That can’t be true.”

You spoke just soft enough for him to hear, eyes batting up at him, “How do you know?”

“Cause I’m a total stranger who asked you to dance while I was having a full-blown anxiety attack on the inside worried you would say no.”

He blurted his words out without a second thought. Voice so firm without any stammering to suggest he was trying to play up the sympathy for you.

Your eyes widen at the confession, mouth forming a smile that you couldn’t seem to hold back even if you tried your very best. There was no way that Steve Harrington was nervous to ask you to dance.

That just didn’t seem plausible given what you have heard. All the swooning and giddy stories that came from whispers in the hallways, and now suddenly you were there right in front of him. He was already making you dizzy in a way you hadn’t felt before.

“You’re joking!” You laughed, smacking his chest lightly as he shook his head.

“Honest to god!” He promised you, letting one hand leave your side as he gripped your wrist, keeping your hand on his heart.

With a little more pressure, he urged you to press down and feel the truth.

“My heart is beating out of my chest, right now.”

You could feel the thump even past his silly pocket square. It definitely wasn’t at a resting beat. It felt as if it was jumping out, as if it wanted to escape the confines of his chest and be one with yours.

Oh, Steve Harrington was making you sick with the love bug, and you didn’t know if you would ever be cured of it.

Your cheeks were burning from the ceaseless smile that spilled upon your lips. Even when you tried to bite on the inside of your cheek to fight it off, you just couldn’t seem to do it. Pulling your eyes away from his bashfully, he finally let your hand return to its place around his neck, yet his own smile didn’t falter either.

“Well, I’m really glad you noticed me,” you breathed, finding it in yourself to look up at him still star-struck by everything that happened in a matter of minutes.

“You definitely just made my night.” You added kindly, pressing yourself up on your tiptoes to place a glossy peck on his cheek.

His arms tightened around your waist, not wanting to let you go even as the song slowly died out, “It doesn’t have to end tonight.”

“You think so?” You giggled, lifting your shoulders, wondering what you were about to get yourself into.

“I have a feeling.” He grinned, placing his own kiss on your cheek, hands not leaving your frame, nor feet straying away from the dance floor for the rest of the night.

Time seemed to pass so quickly after senior prom. Blurring between your first moment with Steve to the many you shared over the course of the following months, to then in his backyard breaking off pieces of white bread and throwing them out for the baby birds to snack on.

He admired you from his place under the umbrella, seated and keeping out of the sun while you both waited for his friends to arrive. He had been waiting for this moment for a while now, wanting nothing more than to introduce you to his closest friends, which felt more like his family.

The radio buzzed on with the generic hits, its volume low despite his home being tucked away from the rest of the neighborhood where they couldn’t hear. Part of him just didn’t want to scare the birds off while you were busy making sure they had the proper amount of carbs for the day.

Only then when the familiar song kicked up through the speakers, not only did his fingers instinctively turn the volume knob up to full blast, but he also was out of his lounger before he could even think twice.

“Steve!”

It’s a mixture of a giggle and a squeal, and you had no choice but to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He hoisted you away from the corner of his backyard, thankfully at the perfect time where all that was left was crumbs on your fingertips and the birds flew along to watch from the branches of the tree.

“You know the drill, sweetheart.” He chided, giving your behind a love pat, before finally settling your bare feet on the bed of freshly mowed lawn, saving your soles from the heat of the ground.

“We’re supposed to be preparing. This is like a huge deal for me.” You pouted up at him.

He casually guided your arms over his neck for you, acting as if he was paying no mind to what you were saying.

Steve placed an endearing kiss on your lips before draping his arms across your back, nearly falling into you as your bodies swayed to the music — the same song that played at prom, of course.

“They’re gonna love you, baby.” He pressed another kiss right below your ear, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“You know how long it took me to convince them you were actually real? They still don’t think I managed to get you to say yes to being my girlfriend.”

You smiled achingly into his chest, burying your face as if he couldn’t feel it through the thin material of his t-shirt. He didn’t know why you liked to hide so much, especially when you got all blush-ly because of his words, but if you were going to be hiding where he could feel it, then he didn’t mind at all.

“I just really want them to like me.” You admitted, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath of him in.

His fingers squeezed the dough of your sides, rubbing up and down gently, “If it makes you feel any better you made one hell of a first impression on me. Literal love at first sight.”

He could feel you smiling again, gripping him just a bit tighter at the need to have him closer, if that was possible at all. Steve was good at those kinds of things, ironing away any worries you had, whether it be about a big test or meeting his friends for the very first time.

In many ways, you just wanted them to know that you were making Steve happy, and you hoped you were making him as happy as he made you. Even after three months of dating, you still got shy at times, and you worried a lot about making a fool out of yourself in front of him. But he never would fail to remind you that he loved you from the very moment he laid eyes on you, and nothing would ever get in the way of it.

“Stop swooning me, Harrington.” You pinched his back gingerly, face finally coming out from hiding as he did the same and finally met your eyes.

“If you say so, but now I’m gonna start spinning you.” He grinned, standing straight and going to lace your fingers through his.

“Babe!” You giggled noisily, feet floundering around as he moved your body in and away from his, twirling you as you went.

There was a sort of carelessness to it, the kind where you didn’t have to worry about banging into other people on a crowded dance floor, and the one where you couldn’t give a damn about looking like an uncoordinated mess in front of him. All of that stuff didn’t matter when it was just you and him.

“So she really is real?” a voice sounded from the open gate where a group of individuals stood with pleased smiles blanketing their faces as they watched on.

“Hi!” you bubbled cheerily, attempting to halt your movements to save you the mess of meeting his friends that way.

But Steve didn’t relent, shaking his head with a smirk as he dipped you low while you shrieked.

Steve turning to face his friends for only a second as you tried to suppress your giggles that wanted to erupt, looking up at him from the angle you were in, all of a sudden forgetting his friends were watching.

“Sorry guys, it’s tradition. Can’t stop dancing until the song ends.” He revealed, as they all nodded with a laugh, letting themselves in and putting their things down.

“Don’t stop on our watch. I actually think it’s cute.” Robin tapped her fingers together not bothering to hide her smile at the scene of her best friend so happy with you.

“Kiss me?” He finally looked down at you, never letting his grip falter even a little bit.

“Hurry! Before the song ends!” You giggled, tugging him down by the neck connecting your lips before your back met the plush of the grass.

Steve groaned against your lips, while you laughed not caring about being smushed. After a few “sorries” were mumbled out to him, you pushed at his chest, sitting up on your elbows to wave towards his friends while he wrapped his arms around your midsection still wanting to hog you.

The boy with curly hair stepped forward, eyeing his beloved babysitter.

“Okay, we get it. You’re in love, now can we please meet your girlfriend?”

Steve rolled his eyes, pressing a final kiss to the side of your head before letting you go.

“She’s all yours unless the song comes on again, which in that case, she’ll be mine for 3 minutes and 25 seconds!” He called out as you got up and skipped away.

“It’s so nice to meet you all…properly!”

It was a special occasion… not the fact that you both were grocery shopping, but the fact that you were grocery shopping to have your very first meal at your shared apartment. It had been a long time coming, craving to have a place you both could finally call your own.

Sure, it was far from luxurious as his parents’ mansion, but it was yours, and that was what mattered. Its coziness was actually the selling point for you and Steve, the mere excuse to get to be close to one another rather than having to yell out from the next room when you he was away for too long.

He still thought it couldn’t truly be real. That it still had to be the night of his senior prom and he was staring at you from across the room with flashes of the future that he could only imagine, but this time it was actually real life.

“Baby, you good?” You snorted, chucking in a bag of chips into the cart noticing the way Steve stared at you blankly.

He grunted, blinking slowly before nodding, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He shook it off with a smile, still making no effort to push the cart. Thankfully, the aisle was all yours.

“You sure? You look a bit dazed, honey.” You frowned, pressing your palm to his forehead trying to feel for a fever.

He shrugged timidly, letting you do so even though he knew he wasn’t under the weather like you thought, “I dunno, I just can’t believe we’re grocery shopping for our place. Ours. Still kinda not used to saying it.”

You giggled, jabbing your finger gently into the dimple of his cheek, “Well believe it, because until the lease ends, we’re gonna be paying the bills like true adults.”

He grabbed at your wrist, bringing your knuckles to his lips as he murmured against the skin.

“And I get to listen to your snoring all night long and when we decide to nap during the day.” He teased, not missing the way you groaned and tried to pull your hand away from him.

“Don’t make me put you out on the couch.” You threatened with no malice, as he finally let your hand fall.

“You wouldn’t dare, you love cuddling me too much.”

The two of you walked further down the aisle, stopping again as something had caught Steve’s eye.

“Hey, we should get these for when you’re craving something sweet.” He spoke, plucking the cookies off the shelf, reading the label to see what flavor they were—they had to be your favorite.

“Baby?” He called out after not getting a response from you, looking around to see what you were up to before he realized you had set your purse down into the cart.

Your finger pointed up at the intercom, softly playing a song. The song. Usually Steve's ear was trained to listen for the tune, but his thoughts about finally having his dream come true must have distracted them—thankfully you could never miss it.

“Really? Here in the open?” He whispered surprisingly, looking down both ways seeing a few customers walking by minding their business.

You nodded with the shrug of your shoulders, smiling as you reached out for him. “Yeah, who cares? It’s our song, and it’s tradition, right?”

“Right.” He said, slowly a smirk floating on his face as he set down the box of cookies into the cart, making his way over to you.

The song isn’t as clear as it would be being blasted through the stereo system of his car or the speakers at senior prom, but the melody alone evokes a movement that is second nature to you both. His hands on your waist, yours snug around his neck, feet moving side-to-side.

You smiled up at him fondly, loving every dance you share, but you couldn’t help but to make sure that one stuck to memory a little funnier than the other times.

“But for our sake, let’s try to keep it PG. I really don’t want to be banned from the nearest grocery store because we were making out in the middle of the snack aisle.” You warned, watching as his nose scrunched up and laughter erupted from him.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He promised, stealing just one kiss, promising he’d make it up to you at your home later.

The sand felt foreign against your feet and so did the salty water residue that clung to your skin. Sun beating down on you in a way that didn’t make you feel sticky or gross like usual Indiana. All of it felt so different, but you couldn’t imagine it without Steve.

The two of you managed to get away from Hawkins for a week. Your schedules aligning perfectly and so did your bank accounts. It wasn’t a complete tropical vacation, but it was out of state, where there was an actual beach where you could see the waves coming in and the horizon looking out.

“Pinch me. This feels like a dream.” You sighed, shaking your head up at the sky in disbelief, trying to commit every detail to memory not knowing when you’d get to experience this again.

Steve chuckled softly beside you, throwing his arm across your shoulders instead. “You always smack me when I pinch your butt,”

“Shut up.” You shook your head with a smile, looking over at him in all his summer glory.

Shirtless, swim trunks sitting perfectly over his waist, as his skin was peppered with the same bits of salt and sand that was on yours.

“Lover’s Lake can’t compare to this can it?” He raised his brow toward you, watching as you shook your head before looking down at what surrounded you both.

“Definitely not, but I will say your car appreciates the absence of sand.” You pointed out knowing how much the sand was more of pain than a luxury.

Steve sucked in a breath, shaking his head at the thought alone. “Oh, we’d have to get one of those heavy duty vacuums to get every grain out and those things are expensive.”

You shared a laugh, the both of you picturing the kids begging Steve to drive them out to an imaginary beach, following by the onslaught of sand that he probably would never get to fully clean out. Sure, Hawkins was missing out on a legitimate beach, but it just gave him an excuse to bring you out here to enjoy all by himself.

“Thank you again for taking me here.” You cooed softly, leaning your head closer to his chest, tugging yourself closer to him.

His laughter rumbled where your cheek rested, his other arm slinging around your midsection.

“Baby, we went half on the ticket.” He reminded you, knowing none of it would be possible if you both didn’t contribute.

“I know, but I wouldn’t have been able to come at all if it weren’t for you. There’s no one I’d rather be here with other than you.”

Steve grew up with memories of visiting a few states when he tagged along with his parents on their work trips. He had pictures outside every airport he landed and departed from, and even more at famous landmarks and cities, yet none of them came close to touching you.

You were an entirely different planet in his eyes. You took him places he never would have ever imagined going—growing up and taking on the world with a sort of fearlessness as long as you were by his side.

There was no other way to describe it to you, and even if he tried, he was sure he wouldn’t make much sense.

But to put it simply, there was no place on Earth or any other universe out there where he could imagine himself without you. Even if you both were stuck in Hawkins for the rest of eternity, he’d be content knowing he’d be waking up and falling asleep right beside you every day.

“You’re getting all sappy.” Steve brought his hand up to smush your cheeks together, smiling down at you as you puckered your lips asking for a kiss to which he granted you immediately.

“I love you so much.” You whispered against his lips, pressing a little firmer into him as if you were trying to prove it in the kiss itself—but he already knew it by heart.

“I love you a lot more,” He promised you, lacing his fingers against your jaw, cradling you closer until you both pulled away, catching your breathes and taking each other in.

Steve looked back at the messily packed beach bag resting on the laid out towel.

“I think this calls for a dance, yeah?”

Before you could respond, he left you for a just a second, bending down to reach beneath your packed clothes and pulling out the Walkman he had borrowed from Max for the week.

“You record the song on a tape?” You laughed endearingly, watching as he unraveled the headphones carefully and propped it up on the bag, turning it up to full blast.

“The things I do for love.” He smirked, pressing play as the fuzzy music played softly against the wind and waves.

The sand felt foreign against your footsteps, yet your moves felt like breathing, something you didn’t need to second guess even out there where everything felt brand new. Your soft singing filled the air, Steve humming along with you before he swiftly spun you into his chest.

You swayed into him, holding the moment of you wrapped up in his arms and giggling at the kisses he spoiled you with. Your arms finally loosened on their own accord, spinning yourself away from him, but his arms had untangled from yours.

Funnily enough, when you turned around to see if he had slipped away because of the uneven ground, he was in fact on his knee, holding out an opened box with a shiny ring sitting inside it, waiting to fit itself on your finger.

“Will your marry me and give me a lifetime of dances?”

If someone would have told you years ago that you would be getting married to Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, you would have told them they were out of their minds. Yet there you and Steve were.

It wasn’t anything extravagant, in fact it was intimate. Close friends and family gathered for the day in a small chapel to watch and listen as you and Steve read out your vows and sealed the deal with rings and a kiss, followed by a celebration at a nearby banquet hall.

Steve had shed more than a few tears as he watched you walk down the aisle, mouthing the words, “I love you” countless times until you finally reached him at the altar. It took everything in him to starve off kissing you right then and there because it was all he wanted to do.

Truth be told, Steve’s heart had always been yours, even before he even realized that he was going to be spending the rest of his life with you. He knew it the second he saw you from across the room and mustered up the gut to ask you to dance. Honestly, from that point on, he knew he was yours.

“And now for their first dance. Please welcome for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Harrington!”

The DJ was no other than Eddie Munson, a close friend of yours who offered to take on the double role of best man and announcer for the special occasion. Before you and Steve could even tell him what your first dance song was going to be, he had already known what it was.

He and the rest of your friends had been witness to the countless amount of times you and Steve had broken out into a dance no matter the time or the place.

Your loved ones clapped and cheered, watching from their places on the outskirts as you and Steve walked hand in hand, cheekily smiling at everyone who was about to bear witness to the most romantic dance of all time.

“Ready?” Steve squeezed your hand, grinning wildly as he led you both to the center of the dance floor.

You squeezed his hand back, letting the train of your dress fall behind you as you finally let go and draped your arms across his neck. “Always, baby.”

The piano echoed through the speakers, and soon Dionne Warwick’s voice followed suit. “I’ll Never Love This Way Again,” was the soundtrack to all the dances you and Steve had shared throughout your relationship — all 3 minutes and 25 seconds, spent in each other arms without a care in the world other than each other.

Your steps weren’t rehearsed, nor did you and Steve have to prepare for that first dance. Everything moved so smoothly, looping in circles and giddy laughter as everyone else seemed to dissolve in your peripheral the longer you spent out there in his arms.

It was enchanting to say the least. Your love story was like something out of the fairytale books that you used to read when you were younger, but you and Steve’s were much more special by a long shot. There was no one who could ever come close to replicating what you two shared with each other.

Whatever was in the air that prom night of senior year, love or luck — it fated you two together and from that point on, it was the first page of a story that would stand the test of time in every universe.

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a/n: this wip has been sitting in my docs since forever and i finally mustered up the motivation to finish it!! honestly i've been on a fluff kick and i really feel like steve harrington is a speak now girlie (and fearless, 1989, and rep hahaha) but enchanted it like his go-to romance song with his girl. i hope you like it and let me know what you think!!! 💜💫

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I Love Steve Harrington so much.

He‘s literally the definition of broken but still perfect. That man is the most handsome man ever, after the break up with Nancy a few years ago, he has totally changed. He‘s caring, emphatic, kind, loving, still got his own sense of humor but knows when to stop because he sees you feel uncomfortable and he immediately apologizes (just like he did with Dustin in the car <33). Steve can be rough as hell, when the two of you fuck and he totally loves seeing you fall apart beneath him. But what he desires the most, is the slow and passionate sex with you. The sex when he‘s buried so deep inside you, that there‘s a small hump in your lower abdomen. The sex where he can feel every single move of yours while his lips are attached to your body and leave marks everywhere. You‘re whining his name, hands groping his hair and back when his one hand starts playing with your clit.

"I know, I know Baby..I am close too. Let’s cum together yeah? You‘ll let me cum inside right? I‘m gonna breed you real, real good"

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steve harrington x f!reader. [1.8k words] steve harrington as the five love languages. idk if anyone’s done this before but this is my take on it !!! kinda simple wrote it on my break at work. no content warning but there are implications of sex & that’s about it

Love Language — Steve Harrington

It was so easy for you to become entranced in washing the dishes, a second nature to you that required no thought process as you scrubbed at another plate, hands lathered in bubbles and the fresh smell of soap that lingered under your fingernails. It was why you didn’t hear the front door to your and Steve’s apartment open, and how you were so caught up in listening to the water run, that you had no idea he was home until he wrapped his arms around you, and you nearly dropped the bowl you were holding.

“Jesus!” You felt Steve grin against the side of your neck as he peppered kisses there, and you knew he’d snuck up on you on purpose, loving the way you relaxed against him once you realized it was just your Steve. He did it a lot, catching you by the hips, tapping your thighs when you walked together, guiding you by your elbow if he was next to you, his hand on the small of your back when the two of you were someplace crowded. You couldn’t remember a time where Steve wasn’t touching you.

“Missed you,” he told you lowly, kissing the sensitive spot near your ear that almost had you buckling your knees, and you probably would have if you hadn’t already been pushing all of your weight back onto him. You felt Steve’s hands slip underneath your shirt, and you quickly forgot all about the dirty dishes as you turned in his arms to face him.

“Yeah?” You quipped, allowing your own fingertips to glide under his shirt and onto his stomach, immediately feeling the way his muscles reacted to your touch. “Why don’t you show me how much?”

Steve didn’t need much convincing—and all thoughts of the dishes and the running faucet were discarded as he grabbed your hand to lead you up the stairs, sharing more messy kisses through your journey in the apartment.

***

You and Steve weren’t home together a lot—you both worked different shifts every day, and when you did have time off together, the two of you were usually out doing something. Whether it was grocery shopping or a date at the arcade, you two were hardly ever at your apartment together unless you were sleeping. There was a rare window of moments where you’d both have a day off and you’d spend it lounging around or cleaning up the mess you’d both made in the last week.

This was one of those rare moments.

“You did not finish the bathroom that fast,” you accused, smirking at Steve from where he was stood in the doorway as you threw a pair of shorts into the washer. He was in a pair of old basketball sweatpants, and a loose white tee that had you (only slightly) losing your mind.

“You have no faith in me,” Steve replied, stepping into the room around you to sit on the machine beside you. You gave him a pointed look, and he huffed. “Okay, so I technically—”

“Should not be a ‘technically’ in there, Steven.”

“—Only did the sink, but everything else looked fine!”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “There’s still germs. Go,” you shoved him playfully, but Steve would only budge if he wanted to, and you knew that.

“Can’t I just sit in here and look at your pretty face?”

You tried not to smile, hoping your face hadn’t tinted pink. “Yes. But after you finish cleaning the bathroom.”

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically, clambering off of the dryer as the load inside of it finished, but he stopped there, pulling his lips into a pout that had you debating whether you should kiss him or swat him away with a laugh. “Can you at least fold the laundry in the bathroom?”

You shot him a questioning look, before realizing that he was trying to make up for all of the lost time from the previous week. With all of your overnight shifts, and his long days at Family Video, you had barely seen each other. You nodded, “okay.”

Steve’s grin was enough to sent your heart into stammers, and you loaded up a basket, following him into the bathroom as he grabbed the bleach from under the sink. Neither of you spoke as you both did your chores, Steve scrubbing at something in the tub, and you folding your shirts, some of his thrown in the mix as well.

You didn’t need to talk, you were both comfortable in the concentrated silence, and by the time you both completed your jobs, the two of you flopped down in bed, exhausted from just a few house activities.

Steve flicked on the television, and the two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, his arm thrown casually over you, your knee drawn to his hip, watching one of your favorite shared movies.

You wished every night was like it.

***

You hated summer. You hated the heat, the constant need for sunscreen, the lack of air conditioning at your job, and you hated the way you looked in a bathing suit.

It wasn’t exactly a pressing manner, not until Steve insisted you go to his parents’ house for a swim—not like they were ever there, still, even as you and Steve had grown into adults. He’d still have the kids come over, still buy out all of the juices from Hawkins’ grocery store, just so he could have a little reunion. You weren’t sure his parents even noticed if any of you were ever there.

You’d been examining yourself in the mirror, fingertips grazing at the waistline of your bikini bottoms, hesitantly, and you were ready to throw one of Steve’s shirts over it and say you weren’t feeling well.

Until Steve appeared behind you in the mirror, smile small and knowing. You tried not to blush when his hands came around your abdomen, his touch still affecting you like it was day one, rather than years of being together. He pulled you flush against his chest, and you felt how warm his skin was compared to yours through your bathing suit.

“You’re beautiful, y’know that right?”

“Steve,” you sighed, not because you didn’t think he thought it, but because you believed he was only telling you because he’d seen your dejected expression as you stared at yourself. “It’s fine, you don’t have to-”

“I’m serious,” he said, and the sincerity in his voice made you turn. His jaw was set, clenched in sternness that his eyes lacked when he gazed down at you. Steve’s thumb rubbed small circles just above the waistline of your bottoms, and you swallowed as you returned your stare up at him. “You’re gorgeous. Perfect.”

It didn’t take much to convince you to go to the pool after that, with a few kisses pressed to your neck and your jaw, a few more words whispered into your ear, you were packing your bag, and following Steve out the front door to his parents’.

***

You were stressed to the max, to say the least. With your long shifts that seemed never ending, and the list of unfinished chores back at home that you never seemed to be awake enough to complete, you felt like you were going in circles.

It was why when you walked in late at night, fully expecting your boyfriend to be asleep, you were surprised to inhale a strange scent… it was something burning.

Horrified that maybe Steve left the stove on, you rushed inside, only to find him standing in the kitchen, dumping something from the frying pan onto a plate. He grinned at you as you ventured further into the room.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted, then held up to show you his creation—which was very much burnt. “I made dinner. Or, uh, tried to.” He smiled a little sheepish, a little shy, cheeks turning pink, but you were shaking your head and kissing him.

“A for effort.”

He grabbed a piece of chicken and wiggled it in the air. “I think this is edible.”

You shot him a dubious look, and attempted to poke the chicken with your fork. “For bears, maybe. C’mon, we’ll order something,” you offered your hand, and Steve took it. The two of you made your way to the bedroom, and you stopped short once seeing the smoothed out blankets, the fluffed pillows, and how all of your laundry was put away. You turned to Steve, bewildered.

He nudged your shoulder. “I know you’ve been stressed. I wanted to lessen the load on you.”

“Steve,” you said, because you didn't know what else to say. You were so incredibly grateful for him.

Steve’s expression was knowing as he squeezed your hand, and you forgot why you were even stressed at all in the first place.

***

It wasn’t frequent that you and Robin could slip away to the mall, but when you did, you both insisted on visiting almost every store, only to always almost never purchase anything. Steve tagged along this time, speaking lowly to Eddie and Johnathan behind you, and you were eagerly tugged into a jewelry store by your best friend.

“Ooh!” Robin pointed at a necklace with her birthstone on it. “I love that. Ooh, look at this. Oh my God,” she grinned and held up an ice cream cone set of earrings that had you rolling your eyes. “Brings me back to the good ol days.”

Steve snorted as you examined a silver chain that had your initial on it. You wouldn’t buy it—not with your set spending range, but it wouldn’t hurt to look, to imagine it hanging from your neck. “Good ol days meaning the two bucks an hour we got?”

Robin waved him off, and traveled further into the store. Johnathan bought something for Nancy since their anniversary was coming up, and Eddie snagged a loose ring from the counter and stuffed it in his jeans, ignoring your pointed look from where you were standing, still by the necklace you were admiring.

The day ended with stomachs full of cheap mall food, the strange aftertaste of one of the ice pops you’d bought, and a beautiful sunset that was a mix of orange and pink on the drive home.

You hadn’t bought anything, but that was to be expected. You assumed Steve hadn’t, either, and you were sure your surprise was clear as day when he pulled out a small box from the bag he’d had hidden out of your sight.

You were both still in his car, having just dropped off Robin and Eddie, parked just outside of your shared apartment. You eyed him. “What’d you get?”

Steve fidgeted with the box, then offered it to you without a word. “‘S for you.”

“What?” You furrowed your brows, then slowly lifted the lid to the box, feeling your heart stutter once you realized it was the necklace you had been admiring in the store. “Oh my God, Steve. You didn’t have to get me this.”

“I know,” he shrugged. “But I know you. And I could tell you wanted it. Think of it as an early birthday gift.”

You tried not to smile. “My birthday is months away, baby.”

Steve leaned across the console to kiss you, and you shut up, nearly dropping the necklace as you moved to grab him. “Just take the damn gift,” he whispered, mouth traveling to your jaw.

You did not protest further.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington x shy reader #steve harrington boyfriend #steve harrington brainrot #missing my husband #this is lowk bad oh well

[natashasfilms]

Never Stopped Loving You

Summary: Your boyfriend admitted he wasn’t in love with you anymore but your best friends helped you realize that you are worth more than a stupid guy.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, language, use of y/n, lovers to exes to lovers again, not really unrequited love, insecurity, making out, happy ending

Word Count: 4,604 (I’m sorry that it’s super long! I got a little carried away.)

Note: I wanted to make a little angsty one shot with a happy ending but I didn’t proofread it so there’s that. Hope you enjoy reading though!

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“So, I was thinking we could go out tomorrow to see that new movie that’s releasing.” You suggested to Steve, both elbows resting on the counter with your chin on your knuckles. “I think it’d be fun since we haven’t been on a date in a while.”

Your eyes followed Steve’s movements, watching him count the cash in the register at Family Video as he listened to you. He nodded his head, not even looking at you. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

The smile that was on your face disappeared, being replaced with pursed lips. He seemed less enthusiastic lately, like he was pulling away from you. You tried to ignore it but it was getting much more difficult as the days passed. You were starting to think your boyfriend didn’t love you anymore, and that scared you.

You cleared your throat, standing up straight. Your eyes were still set on him, waiting for him to say something. But as you waited, you realized that nothing was going to come out of his lips. “Okay, cool. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow? Pick me up at seven?”

He finally looked up and met your eyes, giving you a small nod. “Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

He went back to his job, head down as he continued to count the money. You stood there, hoping he would give you a kiss but it never came. Reluctantly sighing, you leaned over the counter and gave him a kiss on the cheek, Steve giving you a small smile in return.

You turned around, but not before saying a quick “I love you.” You walked away slowly, desperately hoping he would say it back but he didn’t. Your heart slowly shattering, you took a deep breath and left the store.

The next day, you eagerly got ready for your date with Steve. You really hoped that tonight would go smoothly, that your thoughts over the past few weeks were all just you overthinking. However, you couldn't get rid of the dread that was filling your body. You didn’t want to lose him. You couldn’t.

The doorbell rang and you quickly checked yourself in the mirror one last time before running to the door, opening it. Steve stood there with a small smile on his face, his eyes taking you in. “You look beautiful.” He told you, giving you a small peck on the lips.

You smiled, looking away from him and onto the ground. Steve never failed to make you shy.

He grabbed your hand and led you out the door as you locked the door behind you. You two got into his car and drove off to the theater. During the car ride, Steve was more quiet than usual, not speaking to you one bit. You kept overthinking it the entire time, glancing at him every now and then.

Soon, you made it to the movies, buying tickets and popcorn as you situated yourself into the theater. Of course, you never talked during a movie but for some reason, you could tell Steve was tense the entire time. He would usually put his arm around your shoulder or put a gentle hand on your knee but instead, he kept his hands in his lap the entire time.

The movie ended and your breathing became much heavier as you decided that you should talk about what’s been bothering him. You were afraid that your thoughts were actually going to come true but you knew it would be better to get it over with instead of hurting yourself.

As you walked out of the doors, Steve stopped you by grabbing your hand before you could get the chance to speak. You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, confusion written all over your face. “Can we talk?”

Your heart started to race quickly, knowing what was to come. “Yeah, what’s wrong?”

He took a deep breath, preparing his little speech. “I, um. I think we should…we should break up.”

Your heart sank, tears beginning to form. “What?” You whispered, looking into his eyes. He couldn’t look at you, his gaze on the ground.

“I just need some time.” He said, finally meeting your eyes. He could see the tears threatening to fall and his heart ached, knowing he was the reason to make you cry. “I just don’t think I’m at a good place right now.”

You swallowed harshly, trying not to cry in front of him. “Steve, w-we could work this out. Right? You know I’m always here for you—”

He stopped you. “I can’t keep doing this.” His voice was shaky but to you, it didn’t matter at the moment. Your heart was broken in a matter of seconds.

“Steve, let’s talk this through—”

“I don’t love you anymore, okay?” Steve finally admitted, watching your lips part in shock. The tears fell out of your eyes, rolling down your face. You didn’t have anything else to say. Your boyfriend fell out of love with you and there was nothing you could do to fix it.

You weakly nodded your head and pursed your lips. “Okay.” You started to turn around, before saying one last thing. “I hope you have a nice life, Steve.”

With that, you began to walk away. Steve called out your name, grabbing your hand to stop you. “Where are you going?”

“Home.” You simply told him, voice cracking. He pulled you towards him but you shrugged him off, the simple action causing Steve’s heart to twinge in pain.

“Let me drop you off—“

“I can walk, Steve.” You told him sternly and he could hear the hurt in your voice. Without saying anything, you walked away, leaving Steve alone on the sidewalk watching you leave.

Your house wasn't too far away but as you were crying, rain began to pour down. You started sobbing even harder, your tears mixed with the rain water on your face. You saw a bench nearby and sat down, taking off your heels because they were starting to hurt your feet.

You knew you had to go home soon but you couldn’t even bear to walk any longer. The scene kept replaying over and over in your head and you couldn’t stop the tears from falling down. You put your head into your hands, sobbing to your heart’s desire. The rain was still pouring but you didn’t care that you were drenched from head to toe. All you knew was that you lost the love of your life because he no longer loved you.

You slowly calmed down your breathing, standing up with your heels in hand. You started walking again, running out of tears to cry. It didn’t take long to get to your house, quickly getting inside and running to your room. You didn’t want to face the world any time soon. Not after you felt like a piece of you just died.

“And-and then he just told me he wasn’t in love with me anymore!” You said exasperatedly, throwing your arms up into the air as you continued to shove your face with chips.

Robin watched you shove the chips into your mouth, grimacing at the action. “That doesn’t sound like Steve at all, Y/N.”

You let out an empty laugh, putting the bag of chips down onto the kitchen island. “Well, it most definitely happened. I walked home in the rain after that.”

Robin furrowed her eyebrows. “That dingus didn’t drive you home?”

“He wanted to but I told him to back off.” You sighed. “Should’ve gone with him though because I still have splinters on my feet from walking in those damn heels.”

It had been two days after your break up and Robin was worried when you hadn’t picked up her fifty calls yesterday. She decided to just visit you at your house, needing to know if you were okay. She was more than shocked to hear what came out of your mouth. She knew Steve loved you immensely. She was all that ever came out of his mouth. There had to be another reason that caused Steve to break up with you.

“I mean, what did I do? Am I not just not attractive enough? Am I not good enough for him? He’s the one who wanted to be with me in the first place! Claiming that he had loved me since we were in middle school when we first became friends and all that bullshit.” You tried to act tough, there were no more tears left for you to cry. “God, I’m such a fool for getting so attached to him.”

Robin crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. “You know what I think?” You looked up, ready for her to say what was on her mind. “I think he’s the fool for messing up something so good. If he actually did fall out of love, then that’s on him because he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

She walked over to you, grasping your shoulders. Your lips started to form a small smile at her words, your healing heart starting to slowly mend.

“But we are not going to mope around because of some stupid guy that honestly deserves to get his ass beat. We are going to have a girl’s night and cheer you up. No more of this sadness. I’m calling Nancy and the three of us are going to have the time of our lives.” Robin rambled, shaking you slightly. You knew she was right. You shouldn’t be crying over a guy when you know your worth. You were better than that.

Nancy rushed over to your house after Robin used your telephone to call her. You explained everything that happened to the girl, Nancy responding with the same shock as Robin did earlier in the day. The three of you decided to go to the grocery store to buy food, laughing and giggling at nonsense with dirty glares from strangers. You girls noticed but shrugged it off, laughing even harder.

You went back to your house and picked out movies to watch. You had bought face masks as well, bringing your girl’s night to the fullest. You three ate, laughed, danced, sang, and talked shit. This made you feel so much better, you even forgot the entire reason you were doing this. You forgot about Steve.

You were grateful for Nancy and Robin. Ever since the entire ordeal with the Upside Down, you three became closer than ever. You have been dealing with the inter-dimensional bullshit ever since Will Byers went missing. You always knew Nancy Wheeler, but you weren’t as close. You were just somehow dragged into all of it through her when you offered to help her look for Barbara.

Sometimes you wondered if you never asked to help, would you still be fighting monsters from another dimension? Even though you’ve been through hell and back, you would never change a single thing.

You’ve made so many friends because of this. You became closer with Nancy and Robin, became good friends with Jonathan through Nancy, and even formed a bond with all of the kids. Your relationship with Steve even blossomed after his break up with Nancy.

Although you and Steve were now over, you were starting to realize that you shouldn’t be dwelling on a guy that doesn’t love you anymore. You wanted to stand up for yourself and forget about boys. It had only been two days since your break up but you were immediately starting to feel better. You had Nancy and Robin to thank for that.

Meanwhile, Steve was in his room, sobbing into his pillow. He usually never cried but your guys’ break up affected him more than it should’ve. He knew he was the one who broke up with you but everything he told you were lies. He was still in love with you. He didn’t think he could ever stop loving you. It broke his heart to do what he did but he had to do it.

The reason he broke up with you was something he thought about for months. He started to watch you become an intelligent woman in front of his eyes, watching you grow into someone he was super proud of. You were accepted into a good college just several months ago while he was stuck working at a video store, trying to do something with his life.

He always knew you deserved better. He never understood what you saw in him or why you ever decided to date him. He thought that once you left for college, you would realize that he was no good for you. You would eventually find someone better so to save himself from that heartbreak, he broke up with you. He was soon starting to realize it was the biggest mistake of his life.

When he saw the hurt flash through your eyes that day, he immediately wanted to take those words back. He knew that you knew he was pulling away from you for weeks. He wanted to let you go somehow, but now he knew how much of a mistake it was.

He wanted to go to your house and knock on your door, explain everything to you while apologizing profusely. He hated doing what he did and now he was just feeling miserable. He truly fucked up.

It had been a few weeks since your break up and you were doing way better than you expected you would. You spent more time with your friends, as well as the kids, while continuing your last year of high school. You would be lying if you said you were completely over your break up. You still replayed the scene with Steve over and over again in your head, wondering what you did wrong for him to fall out of love. You were still hurting on the inside.

Steve, on the other hand, was doing much worse. He saw you around at times, watching you having the time of your life. He thought that you did realize that you were doing way better without him. Occasionally, you two would send small smiles to each other here and there, but never spoke. You were still angry at him for the way he treated you but if he wasn’t in love with you anymore, there’s really nothing you could do to fix it.

The kids had given him a proper lecture about how he was stupid enough to lose the love of his life. He explained to Robin and the kids about the real reason why he broke up with you and they were furious. Robin refused to speak to him but it was deemed impossible when she worked with him.

They ushered him to fix your relationship but he was so set on the fact that you were doing great without him, he didn’t listen. They said he was an idiot and that he should talk to you. He knew they were right.

You, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, Steve, and the kids were having a movie night at Steve’s house. You were reluctant to go at first because it was at his house but with some convincing from Nancy and Robin, you agreed to go. The kids would be extremely upset if you didn’t show up, knowing how clingy they were with you.

You were currently getting dragged by Will and Max to the couch to sit next to them, deeming it their turn for them to sit next to you this time. Dustin let out an irritated sigh, flopping down onto the other couch with Lucas and Mike. Eleven sat at the other end of the same couch with Robin comfortably, laughing at their antics.

Nancy and Jonathan sat comfortably on the single sofa, cuddling together. Steve sat at the far end of the couch you were on, sending you glances every now and then that you didn’t notice.

They ate food as they watched a horror movie, laughing at every funny scene while squealing at every jump scare. You all were halfway through the movie when you ran out of water in your cup, standing up from the sofa to walk to the kitchen.

Steve’s eyes followed your form as you walked away, watching you go to the kitchen. He suddenly had the urge to follow you and possibly try to talk. He looked at everyone who was clearly engrossed in the movie and stood up, carefully walking to the kitchen without raising suspicion.

You were at the sink refilling your with water, turning around when it was full to be met with Steve on the other side of the kitchen island. Your lips parted in surprise but you said nothing, starting to walk away, but stopped when he called your name. “Hey, Y/N, can we talk?”

You turned your head towards him, narrowing your eyes. You tilted your head, trying to read him and figured he really did want to say something. “About?”

He scratched the back of his neck, trying to find the right words to say. He clearly hadn’t planned this out thoroughly. “I, um…I just wanted to…” He saw the disinterested look on your face, foot tapping impatiently against the floor. “What I meant was that, I want to talk about…us.”

You raised an eyebrow and almost scoffed. “Us?” He could hear the venom laced in your voice, his heart panging with hurt. “I don’t believe there’s an ‘us’ to talk about. Not since when you threw our entire relationship out the window.” You turned around, walking back to the living room with your cup in hand to continue watching the movie. Steve was left dumbfounded and felt his chest tighten.

He knew it was a dumb move to come up to you after weeks and try to talk to you about your relationship. But he also knew that he had to make things right, somehow.

It was the day after the movie night and you kept thinking about Steve. It baffled you that he tried to talk to you about your relationship when he was the one who broke it off. You were trying so hard to move on and forget about him but he made it extremely difficult. Damn that stupid, pretty man.

You were still hopelessly in love with him, that’s for sure. Every time your mind decided to think about Steve, it made your heart ache in pain. His confession of not loving you anymore caused a deep hole in your heart that you weren’t even sure you would ever be able to recover from.

A part of you wanted to hear what he had to say but the other part of you wanted nothing to do with him. You tried your best to be civil with him after the break up due to your friend group but the reminder of that day was still heavy in your thoughts.

You were currently baking cookies to get your mind off of everything. It was a Saturday, a perfect day to just relax, sit around, and do nothing. You carefully grabbed the tray of cookies from inside the over, placing them onto the kitchen island. The sweet aroma of the cookies made your mouth water, waiting impatiently for it to cool down.

Suddenly, you heard the doorbell ring. Your head perked up at the sound quickly, sighing in frustration. You took off your oven mitts and walked to the door, checking through the peephole to see who was outside.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the familiar fluff of brown hair standing on the other side. You debated whether to open the door when he rang the bell again. You took a deep breath and opened it, eyes locking with the very man you tried to forget.

He gave you a small wave and a sheepish smile. “Hi.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and tilted your head. “Hi.”

He shoved both of his hands into his pocket, looking onto the ground. “Hey.”

You huffed out a breath while rolling your eyes. “What do you want?”

Your tone made him flinch slightly and you instantly felt bad. Though, you still gave him a stern look, urging him to say whatever he came here for.

He looked back up and swallowed. “Uh, I needed to tell you something. It’s important.”

You pursed your lips, closing your eyes for a few seconds before opening them again. “Fine. Come in.” You stepped aside from the doorway to let him in, Steve muttering a quiet thank you as you shut the door. You walked back to the kitchen with him following you, the man nervously fiddling with his fingers as he prepared his speech.

You walked over to the cookies, offering him one. He took one from your hand, touching your skin for a brief moment while the two of you shuttered at the feeling. You really missed his touch.

He thanked you and took a bite out of it, eyes widening in pleasure. “This ish sho good.” He muffled out, mouth stuffed with the cookie.

You grimaced in disgust before giggling. Steve could hear your laughs forever. They were such beautiful music to his ears. “You’re disgusting.”

He grinned, putting the remainder of the cookie in his mouth. He waited until he swallowed the entire thing and looked back up at you. “Um. How are you?”

You bit the inside of your cheek as your eyes trailed down onto the kitchen island. You shrugged. “Doing as fine as I can be. I mean, how would you feel if the love of your life confessed to you that he fell out of love with you?”

Steve’s heart shattered, a lump forming into his throat. He knew he hurt you but seeing you hurting in front of him made him want to best himself up. You never deserved that. He doesn’t deserve you. “I’m sorry.” He said after a few seconds.

You looked up at him, furrowing your eyebrows and scoffed. “You come into my house to apologize? Why are you apologizing? For not being in love with me anymore? Don’t worry, Steve. I don’t need your pity apology.”

He shook his head, slowly walking over to the side you were on. “I’m sorry for lying to you.”

You turned your head to look at him. “What?”

He brought his hand out to gently hold yours and you felt your breath hitch. “I never fell out of love with you, Y/N.”

You sucked in a deep breath, looking into his eyes. “Stop.” You whispered, feeling tears brim in your eyes. “Stop lying.”

He shook his head, using his other hand to cup your cheek. “I’m not lying.” He said softly. “Everything I said that day was a lie. I never stopped loving you and I never will.”

You turned your head, blinking the tears away. You closed your eyes and bit your bottom lip. “Then why did you say it?”

He began to rub his thumb over your skin, causing you to lean into his touch. “Because I was an idiot who thought you deserved better than me.” He admitted, his voice cracking. “I thought that after you go to college, you’d find someone better than me so to save myself from the pain, I broke up with you. But then I realized how much a stupid mistake that was.”

You opened your eyes and saw him crying. The inner corners of your eyebrows angled up. “Steve…” You whispered, stepping closer. “You really are an idiot.”

He chuckled a shaky breath, leaning his forehead against yours. “I’m so sorry angel. I was pulling away from you because I didn’t think I deserved you. I still think that.” He placed a kiss on your forehead and you melted into his touch. “I love you so much. I will never stop loving you. You are my entire universe and I will cherish you for the rest of my life. You don’t have to accept my apology, nor do you have to take me back, but I needed to tell you the truth.”

You felt his hands holding your hand and your face let go. He turned around to walk away but you grabbed his hand, turning him back around. He was startled at the movement, eyes widening when he felt you pull him back. “I hate you so much.” You let out a watery laugh, feeling tears roll down your cheeks. He laughed along with you, slotting his hands into yours.

“I would hate me too.” He said honestly, pulling you closer to him.”

“Stop belittling yourself, Steve.” You cried, looking into his eyes. “Why can’t you see that you’re perfect the way you are? I don’t care if you work at a fucking video store or that you deem that I deserve better than you. I love you. I don’t want anyone else.” He tried to shush you but you kept talking. His heart melted at your confession. “I don’t need you to make my decisions for me. You’re it for me, Steve. Please try to understand that.”

Steve was crying silently, eyebrows arching in sadness. He placed another kiss at the top of your head, using one of his hands to cup the back of your neck. “God, I love you so much. I’m so sorry, baby. I will never hurt you again.” He said softly into your hair. “I don’t know how I got so lucky with you.”

You ran a hand through his hair, wiping his tears away with your other hand. “If you do anything like that ever again, I’m going to kill you. And that’s a promise.”

Steve laughed, using both of his hands to grab your waist and pull you closer to him, flush against his chest. “And I’d let you, angel.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “I’d let you do anything you want to me.”

You smiled, feeling your heart heal again. Your love was finally back to you, in your arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your tiptoes. “Anything?”

He leaned in closer, squeezing the side of your waist. “Anything.” He whispered against your lips. You pressed your lips against his, feeling his hands move up and down your body. He moved one hand up to the back of your head, pushing you against him to deepen the kiss.

He licked your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance, which you gave, before slipping his tongue inside. You felt his hand slip under your shirt, caressing your bare skin. You let out a soft sigh of pleasure as he moved his kisses down to your jaw, leaving wet kisses along your skin.

He began to move his lips down to your neck, leaving love bites on the soft skin. You let out a whimper, tugging his hair as he suckled on your skin to leave red marks.

You tugged his hair back up to your lips, sloppily kissing him. He returned the gesture, turning you around so your back hit the kitchen island. He moved his hand down to your thighs, lifting them up to wrap around his waist, before he placed you to sit onto the island. He pulled back for just a second to look at your dazed expression. “You’re so beautiful, angel. My pretty girl.”

You hummed, bringing him back to your lips. You continued making out for a while, occasionally pulling back to eat the cookies you baked. You felt so at peace with Steve, your heart fluttering with joy that he was yours once again.

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[midnightramblrs]

#3

Steve isn’t sure why he always gives kisses in threes.

Three kisses on your forehead. One in the middle, one on your left side and one on your right side. He claims they’re the cure for all headaches, and formally announces that he’s giving you a prescription of five to be taken twice a day. Promises you’ll do especially well on every test if he plants them on your head in the right order, that it seals all the knowledge in your brain.

Three kisses around your shoulder. One by the nape of your neck where your necklace sits, one on top of your collarbone and one on the edge of your shoulder. Usually given as he rests his chin there, cheek squished against your neck trying to inhale the smell of the scented soap you use.

Three kisses on your hand. Two on the back by your knuckles and one in the middle of your palm. Right as you begin to intertwine your fingers together, holding your hand towards his face and grinning as he places another on your palm like it’s just one extra for good luck. Bowing down like he’s from an old romance novel and pressing his lips against your hand, just to see the way you giggle as your face heats up and you try to pull him up by his shoulder.

Three kisses on your knee. All in a neat row across your kneecap, one after the other. Once he finishes tying your shoelace it’s like a reflex. He still loops two bunny ears together just as his mother taught him when he was four, and when there’s a neat bow across your foot and he’s adjusted your sock he’s already leaning forward.

Three kisses on your face. One on your left eyebrow, one on your right and then one right on the tip of your nose. As quiet as a mouse, leaning over to where you’re asleep with your eyes fluttered shut, tucking the blanket further up to your chin as you stir mid-slumber. Sneaking them in as you look up at him through your eyelashes, rushing to place them all on your face before you turn away in mock embarrassment.

Three kisses on your hip. All placed right where your bone sits. Wet Lips Pressed against the fabric of your swimsuit when you’ve both gone to the pool, chlorine scented hair making water drip down his face. His nose pressed against your skin as he pecks the place where the waistband of your underwear sits, before he snaps the material back jokingly.

Three kisses on your lips. The first one on the short side, the second longer and the third a quick peck that’s finished in the blink of an eye. Usually reserved for farewells. Turning a corner and then coming back for another, then another. Laughing that he’ll make you late but still placing your hand on the apple of his cheek as he returns to sneak one in, as if one or two are never enough and three makes it whole.

Steve has never understood how people have picked one before, that maybe everyone is assigned one at birth. Though now when someone flippantly asks what his lucky number is, like when you ask someone what their favourite food or colour is, it comes pretty easy before he can think about it. “It’s three.”

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[lilyrose-world]

Yeyy, another Steve Harrington post ( ͡❛ ᴗ ͡❛)

Warning: This story includes Smut and Cursing ( ͡° ᴗ ͡°)

Summary: Your parents were off to go to California, making you in charge to take care of your sister while they were away for a few days, just till you know it, your one and only boyfriend Steve Harrington decided to stop by at your place for a "little" movie night.

Word count: 2,450

Steve x fem!reader

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"And you know where the emergency kit is right?", your parents were going to California to celebrate your aunt Margaret's wedding, and you not being a big fan of parties or weddings, and also not having a good relationship with aunt Margaret, you decided to just stay at home and take care of your little sister Chloe instead.

"Yes mom, I know where the emergency kit is for the fifth time." you playfully rolled your eyes at your mom as she sighs, "Please take care of your sister, you know how hyper she can be." you then held her hand and laughed, "Mom don't worry, I got this under controlled okay?" she then smiled and kissed your cheek, "Be safe alright? call me if you need anything, I'm only a phone call away." nodding your head as your dad was now looking at his watch, "We're gonna be late for the wedding Honey, let's go!"

Your mom then sighed as he went inside the car waiting for her, "I got to go now..." kissing the top of your head as she walks inside the car, "Drive safe!" you waved at your parents as they drove off, you sighed in relief and went inside the house, already closing the door, Chloe then came downstairs giggling as she approached you, "Did mommy and daddy left already?"

"Yep, and we're gonna be having so much fun!" You said while picking her up, which causes her to laugh so hard as you both went into the kitchen, "What do you want for lunch bub?" you turned around as you let Chloe sit down on the chair, "I want chicken and waffles!" she excitedly jumped making you laugh at how hyper she is, "Alright then"

"Oh! can we invite Steve?" Chloe asked as she approached you, you already that she's gonna ask about him, ever since you introduced Steve to your family, they all loved him, but Chloe loves him more, Steve would always treat her to ice cream, or would sometimes give her a gift every time if he came by to visit, she always asks about him even if his not around, at some point when you wanted to be alone with your boyfriend, Chloe would ask Steve to play with her dolls instead, leaving you no choice but to let them play around.

You still couldn't believe that you've ended up with The king Steve from Hawkins high, you only talked to him once when you saw him looking for something at the school library, you didn't think much of it, but then from time to time he would sometimes visit you more at the library until he finally decided to ask you out on a date, and here you both are, together for more than a year now, while he was working at a family video store with his best friend Robin, you were working at a small bakery shop from across the street to try saving up money for college.

"I'm pretty sure he's working right now Chlo, maybe some other time we can invite him." Chloe then pouts at your reply as she sat down on her chair again.

While you were busy cooking in the kitchen, someone was then knocking on the front door, Chloe immediately ran towards the door and opened it, moments later, she was running up to you smiling widely, you looked at her as she just giggled and pointed at the hallway, "Someone is looking for you..."

She ran off leaving you confused in the kitchen, immediately walking towards the front door, you saw no one, you looked outside still seeing nothing, 'it's probably just a stupid prank' you thought as you went inside, you were about to close the door until someone lifted you up making you squeal, "Hi doll, did you missed me?" Steve laughed as he put you down.

"Jesus, Steve you scared me!" you hit him lightly in the chest as he grins widely at you, "Oh come on don't be mad at me." he then grabbed something behind him, it was a bouquet of roses, "I also bought you a little gift, see?"

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and slowly smiled widely, "Who said I'm mad?" you wrapped your arms around him as your lips happily kissed his, smiling through the kiss as Steve puts his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him.

"Steve!" your sister then interrupted you both as she ran towards Steve tugging on the end of his jacket, "Did you also bring me a gift?" her eyes lit up as Steve chuckled, he took out a rose from the bouquet he gave you as he gave it to Chloe, "A pretty little rose for a pretty little lady." he crouched down as Chloe giggled and ran off with the rose in hand.

"May I ask why are you here mister Harrington?" You walked back to the kitchen turning the stove on again as Steve followed you, "I lied to Keith about being sick since I wanted to spend time with you while your parents are away."

"I also secretly grabbed a few movies that we could watch alone." He pulled you by the waist and grinned, "You really are something Harrington" he pulls you into another kiss, "Y/n! are the waffles ready?" you both were then shortly interrupted by Chloe, giggling and turning off the stove as you placed all the cooked chicken and waffles into a plate.

"You're just in time for lunch." you smiled at Steve as you both walked out to the kitchen, joining Chloe at the table while enjoying the food that you cooked.

"Steve stop, Chloe is gonna see us" After eating, both of you and Steve went into your bedroom, well more like Steve dragged you into your bedroom, he continued kissing your neck as his hand went under your shirt, "God I missed this" he mumbles as he gently bit your neck leaving fresh pink bite marks, your breath hitching when you felt Steves other hand rubbing your now exposed thigh, "Steve! let's play dolls, my princess doll needs a prince!" Chloe yelled from the other room.

"Aww" Steve whines while burying his face to your neck, you chuckled as you played with Steve's hair while he grumbles for not wanting to play with your sister at the moment, "Come on prince charming, your princess needs you in the other room" you kissed the tip of his nose as he sighs and left.

"Well there you two are, I just made steak for dinner." you grinned as saw Steve carrying Chloe from downstairs while laughing, "Oh yey! and after this Steve and I will play more dress ups" she giggled while Steve sat next to her, "Well isn't that gonna be fun?" you laughed while sitting down, the phone then rang, excusing yourself to answer the call, "Hello?"

"Hi dear, it's mom, I was just checking if everything is alright there?"

"Everything is fine, uhh how did the wedding go?" you looked over at the dining room seeing Steve and Chloe laughing, "The wedding was great, we're now having a party at your aunt Margaret's place, how is Chloe?"

"She's doing great mom, she's actually eating dinner right now."

The background noise from the other line was loud, you heard a few people chattering and the music was loud, "That's good to hear, anywho I have to go now, your dad has been bragging about his new car towards uncle Rogers." you laughed when your mom told you the whole story, "Yep that definitely sounds like dad." you replied as your mom laughed from the other line.

"Bye sweetie, I'll see you in a few days, don't forget to lock the doors!"

"I will, I will, bye mom." putting the phone back as you walked towards the dining room seeing Chloe giggling while Steve whispers into her ear, "And what are you both talking about?" asking them as they grinned, "Nothing..." they said in unison, you playfully rolled your eyes at them while eating.

"Finally put Chloe to sleep." Steve sighed in relief while entering the kitchen, "Already? but it's only 7:30?" you turned off the faucet and wiped your hands with the kitchen cloth, "I know, but I wanted to watch a movie with you..." he approaches you with his hands wrapped around your waist as you giggled, "Alright fine, I'll prepare the popcorn and fix the movie" Steve then grinned as he let go of you while he went to the living room, all excited and happy that he can finally spend time alone with his girlfriend.

"Wait, what are we watching?" you sat comfortably on the sofa with Steve next to you, "Oh, the lost boys, Robin told me that its a great movie." putting his arm around your shoulder while you happily munched on your popcorn as the movie starts.

You didn't know what happened, all that you could remember is that you both were watching the movie, but then moments later, you and Steve were now making out on the sofa, your legs straddling on his lap, with your hands pulling lightly onto his hair, "You have no idea, how much I've waited for this thing to happen" he tries catching his breath while pulling away from you, "yeah?" you grinned as you started kissing his neck, "That's why I talked it out with Chloe earlier, now I owe her two ice creams for this." he continues to explain as you hum in response.

"You talk too much babe" you mumbled, pressing your lips into his as his hands groped your ass, you were now feeling butterflies in your stomach, Steve's lips then dragged themselves to your neck as he gently bit your fresh skin, his hands then impatiently starts tugging on the end of your shirt as you helped him remove it, now only wearing your bra, he continues to trail his kisses to your collar bone, as you started grinding on him, feeling his bulge under your skirt, making Steve groan at the feeling.

his hand impressively unclipped your bra as he threw it from afar, he then admires your now fully exposed chest, "Fuck you're so beautiful" he pulls you into a kiss while his hands played with your tits, squeezing them, you whimpered as he started nibbling in your nipples, "Shit Harrington" you whispered as you slowly rocked your hips.

The movie was just playing in the background, mostly all of your clothes now scattered on the floor, you were now laying on your back on the sofa while Steve was on top of you, he removes your skirt now only leaving you with your underwear, pulling Steve and connecting your lips with his again, his thumb starts rubbing your clothed core, you squirmed at the feeling now whimpering by his touch, "Hmm all wet for me." he coos as he nibbled your ear while his thumb just teasingly rubs your soaked entrance through your underwear, his finger then impatiently set your underwear aside, he slowly enters his first and middle finger inside your clit.

"G-god Steve" you moaned as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, your whole body now feeling hot by his touch, "you like that doll? you like how my fingers fucked that wet pussy of yours?" he whispers in your ear as you nodded, now having trouble to speak because of his fingers just fucking her clit, "yeah? wait till my cock enters that small pussy of yours, let's see if you can still keep quiet then." he chuckles lowly as he kissed your cheek, taking his fingers out now being soaked by your wetness he then licks it clean as he lowers himself, now his face near your clit.

He teasingly kissed your inner thigh as you impatiently raised your hips making him smirk, "S-stop teasing..." you whined as you felt his breath near your clit that was glistening because of your juices, he didn't waste any time as his tongue licked your slit, your legs shake as he fully sucked your clit, you opened your mouth by the amount of pleasure you were feeling, not wanting to make a noise, fearing that Chloe would wake up. your fingers reaching for Steve's hair as you gently tugged on it, hearing him groan by the feeling of you pulling his hair.

"Fuck I'm gonna come" you whispered feeling a knot in your stomach as Steve continues eating you out, you were breathing heavily as he pulls away from your clit, he was now removing his shirt and unbuckling his pants, you pulled Steve as you both deeply shared a kiss, now Steve fully naked on top of you as he positioned his tip into your entrance.

"P-please..." you softly moaned as he looked at you with a smirk, "Please what?" you breathed heavily feeling him teasing your clit by just rubbing his tip into your entrance, "please fuck me good Steve, please..." you whimpered as he bit his lip, pushing his cock fully into you.

your eyes rolled back as you squeezed hard into Steve's arm, with a moan escaping your lips, Steve then starts thrusting slowly inside of you, breathing heavily as you tried hiding your moans, "What's the matter doll? cat caught your tongue?" he smirks as he fastened his pace, thrusting deeply into you, you wanted to scream god you wanted to be loud, you whimpered instead, closing your eyes of how good the feeling of Steve's cock just going all in your pussy, your legs shakes as he started whispering into your ear, "Poor baby, can't even scream on how good my cock is inside you hm?"

You opened your mouth as you can't help but escape a few breathless moans as Steve just continued thrusting inside of you, "I-i'm gonna..." you whimpered under him as he threw his head back, feeling his cock twitching inside of you, already feeling that his also close, "Come for me doll..." he whispers as he nibbles your ear, your legs then shake as you reached your high as he continues thrusting more into you and now finally came over your stomach, you tried catching your breath as Steve grins at and kissing you one last time, "Fuck that was good baby..." he chuckled as you sat up and smiled at him.

"You better not forget about Chloe's ice cream that you promised, she'll be mad at you" you laughed as you looked over at the TV seeing the movie still playing, "I thought that we were just gonna watch a movie, I didn't expect all of this to happen." you looked at Steve who just smiled at you as you grabbed your clothes.

"I need to shower." you wore Steve's shirt as he stood up from the sofa.

"You mean, We need to shower."

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[drewstarkey]

pov: steve is your boyfriend and you love taking polaroids of him part 2

part 1

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[greyghosts-blog]

Pov: Your Dating Steve Harrington

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[nameless-ken]

i would tell you all my secrets

wrap your arms around my weakness

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[ghostlyfleur]

whining and crying while steve fucks you into the mattress that you’re gonna make a mess and he’s like “fuck- it’s okay, daddy will clean it up, don’t worry” in between grunts. so then you stop caring that your cunt is a sopping mess and your dripping all over yourself and the bed. so then he cleans you up and the bed afterwards because he’s daddy 🥰

f u c k

steve harrington is such a daddy.

he makes you feel so fucking good and i always headcannon steve and his gf to have dacryphilia involved in their sex life, so it’s perfect that stevie’s angel is such a crybaby!

steve loves how teary eyed you get when he’s fucking you into the mattress, how whiny and pouty and subby you get for him, so dumb on his cock at times that the only thing you can moan and mumble is “daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” and it drives steve crazy …….

especially once he figures out just how much you love to be smothered, completely crushed, absolutely smushed under his weight— you’ll wrap your legs around his waist and pull him on top of you with little “no, no, no”’s if he pulls the slightest bit of his weight off of you, starting to cry and grabbing at his shoulders and arms desperately to pull him back, begging him to pin you down, to press closer *drools*

but one thing about steve is that he likes it messy — spit, drool, cum, def lots of cum play, all of it — loves it when he’s fucking you so deep and so hard you go quiet and limp and start drooling… loves leaving bite marks and hickeys all over you, marking you up everywhere he can no matter how visible it is afterwards because he knows you wear his marks with such obvious pride just like he does yours… loves to lick you all over, especially on your neck and tits just to see the full body shivers going down your spine… loves it when your cunt is messy with a mix of both yours and his cum that he keeps fucking deeper into you, pretty much fucking overflowing your pussy so much it starts to spill out of you and all over the bed, all over his thighs, down your ass, making the most lewd wet noises… *sighs*

and at first you get so. fucking. embarrassed. you’re making such a mess and you can’t stop it, your eyes go teary and wide with humiliation and “‘m sorry, stevie, sorry, it just feels s’good” and you try to move away from him in a haste, all upset at being a bad girl and making a mess when your perfect daddy is just trying to make you feel good, to spoil you, and you immediately think of getting up to clean up the bed for him so maybe he won’t be upset and you can be his good girl again but as if he was reading your mind he stops you, won’t let you pull away, stays inside you, and grips your chin to make you look at him

“you’re okay, angel, it’s okay. make a mess, show me how good it feels, daddy will clean it up later, you’re still my good girl”

so you get all flustered and pouty and you furrow your brows that cute way you do that steve loves when you’re trying to be all serious and whisper a little “promise?” because you can’t handle not being his good girl and steve is losing his mind, there’s no way he didn’t dream you up “promise, my angel, you’re daddy’s perfect girl, love it when you’re messy for me” i- 😵‍💫

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[mimixmunson]

Steve wears one of Eddie’s guitar picks as a necklace 24/7. No matter what. Even if it doesn’t go with his outfit, even if he’s going to a funeral. The orange pick will always be round his neck. Eddie fiddles with it when they’re laying together in the evening. It’s like a little promise ring for him.

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[munsonsreputation]

move baby, i'm in love

word count: [2.8k]

warnings: smut (mdni or i will literally dropkick you so hard), oral (blowie), illusions to oral fixation and a tiny bit of choking (literally stevie just pressing down once), and mentions of piv.

summary: steve takes you out to italy in hopes of exploring the city and catching a break from hawkins -- but the both of you should've known things would get hot and heavy the second he put a cigar to his mouth.

The Italian sun just nearly stumbles over the city, the sky shifting from its bright clear baby blue to a soft orange that casts a light overhead.

The gold chain around your boyfriend’s neck glimmers against the shimmering rays nearly blinding you, yet you don’t make any moves to look away from him.

He looks tempting, and it’s almost like torture, the way he’s doing it so casually like he doesn’t know what effect it has on you.

The way you’re struggling to find any semblance of composure as you sit across from him with your legs clenched and your hands shaking.

His eyes look up at you past his sunglasses, a brow raised while he pulls the roll from between his lips.

“S’the matter, baby? Too hot?”

Yeah, way too fucking hot, Harrington

You take a deep breath through your nose, shaking your head as you smile through the torture and relax your legs, trying not to look so tense because you really don’t want to have to come up with a lie to explain it.

“N-no, I’m fine. Just a little warm out.”

You pushed your hair over your shoulder, hoping to find a breeze of air soon.

He frowns, cupping your cheek with his large palm making you grow hotter by the second. You must be scorching under his touch and your theory is proven right as his frown becomes deeper muddled with concern.

“You can wait for me inside if you want? I’m almost done with this little thing.” He says, gesturing to the cigar in his hand.

It takes everything in you to not jump his bones, but you fear you’re already teetering on the line. Literally moments away from telling him to put out the stupid thing and play with you instead.

Only you don’t.

You actually have it in you to compose yourself, taking the initiative to back away from his fingertips and clear your throat. Though the action alone burns, as if you had been stripped away from something…someone you needed.

“I…it’s okay, I wanna wait.” The crack in your voice failing to smooth out.

Your attempts at reassuring him went nowhere and you should’ve known it’d be that way especially because Steve can see right through you.

He knows the forced smile on your face and he definitely picks up on the crack of your voice — don’t even get him started on the fact that he’s noticed your legs clenching since a few minutes ago.

“Baby,” He laughs, slipping his free hand down across his spread legs, knowing what it does to you. “It’s much cooler inside. I’ll be there in a bit.”

His tone is almost sincere, as if he really is oblivious, but deep down you both know how this is going to end. It’s only a matter of when and who is going to make the first move — he knows you can’t resist.

He stands correct, observing as you shake your head and shift your chest out, rolling your shoulders back trying to be cool and in control, but you weren’t as nonchalant as you thought you were being.

“No, I wanna stay,” you say more sternly.

Steve chuckles again. He can see the shivers creeping up over your skin when he makes the move to take off his sunnies, setting them on the glass table before he leans closer to you, leaving only inches.

“Yeah?” He smirks, taking a drag of the cigar. “Why d’you wanna stay out here in the hot sun while I smoke this thing? I thought you hated the smell?”

His voice is low and teasing, but his actions still remain sweet, the whiff of smoke exhaled away from your face doing his best to not let the smell get directly to you.

“I do.” You whisper shamelessly, eyes beginning to go glassy with him so close to you.

The cigar seems to be a prop in his hand now. His forefingers twiddled it as he pursed his lips and slanted his eyes at you.

“Tell me then, baby.”

He’s not gonna make this easy, and if you had any patience, you’d love to play the little game, but right now you had none and just wanted to play with him.

“You…you look so good and I wanna watch you.”

Your voice comes with a whine, an insatiable one that has Steve suppressing a growl in his chest.

You watch his throat bob with a thick swallow before his palm finds its way back up to your cheek, cupping it and feeling the blood underneath rush blazingly.

Only he can get you like and likewise you’re the only one who can get his blood rushing, in other places not just one.

Steve’s better at playing the game especially when he’s got the upper hand like right now. You’re staring up at him lazily, ready to give him everything and more at a moment’s notice.

He’s the bait and you’re waiting to bite.

“Awww baby,” He says half-mockingly.

“This whole time I thought you wanted a try, all along you just wanna watch me, huh? Isn’t. That. Right?”

The last three words are accompanied with a tap of his fingertips against your plush cheek. It makes you go stupid, brain shutting off and the only goal you have is making him feel good.

Your eyes flutter, nearly closing, just having enough strength behind them to keep watching your boyfriend before you inhaled slowly, trying to form words that your mind could barely find.

“Mhmm, I do…I really really do, Stevie.”

He can feel you press your face deeper into his hand, and he has zero plans of retracting his touch away, wanting to make up for the way you ripped yourself from him earlier. Feeling your breath hitting his skin with how deeply you’re taking air in and out, trying not to float away too soon.

His free hand taps the blunt, shaking off the ash absentmindedly as he leans closer, letting his lips brush over yours cruelly for only a second, leaving you whining not getting a proper kiss.

A smile dances on his face, still so close to you yet so far away, knowing that it’s this back and forth that’s going to make it all worth it.

“Aren’t I lucky? Got to take my girl out here. Wanted to spoil her rotten, but all she wants to do is watch me.”

“I can do more than just watch.”

Your voice finds strength within its tenderness, wanting to prove to him how much you wanted…needed him right now.

“Yeah?” He challenged, “what did’ya have in mind sweet thing?”

You gulped, letting your palms rest on his thighs, your limbs already preparing themselves to position yourself on your knees in front of him.

“Let me show you instead.” You whispered throatily as if you’d already been wrecked.

He grinned, patting your cheek once more, followed by a peck on the tip of your nose.

“Go ahead, baby.”

His permission is like a symphony to your ears, giving himself to you in a way that only you get to know. No one gets him like this and no one ever will… just you.

Your knees meet the ground, settling between his legs and fingers working immediately.

“So big,” you murmur, hastily undoing his belt while your lips kiss his clothed bulge.

He grunts, throwing his head back weakly, knowing it doesn’t get any better than this. If he could, you and him would move here permanently and forget about the outside world completely.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He’s done playing mean, when you’re showing him so much affection in a way that should be sinful but to him, it’s heavenly.

Your eyes flutter up at him sweetly while your hands reach into his boxers, pulling his length. He watches the way his cock steals your attention, eyes adverting to the hardness that your hands can barely wrap around.

Your thumbs rubbing the leaking pre-cum over the tip and you’re doing him in by placing a kiss right on the head.

You’re not trying to play mean at all, but he can’t help but feel that you are.

Pure perfection right in front of him with your eyes flicking back up to meet his while your lips still rest on his sensitive skin.

The pearlescent seed painting your lips like gloss and all he wants to do to is pull you up and kiss you stupid before fucking you just as dumb.

But he settles, knowing this is what you want and he’ll get his fix in a minute.

“Fuck me.” He seethes, gritting his teeth and holding back on thrusting forward.

Your tongue peeks out, laving underneath his length as you enclose your lips around him for only a second before you pull away with a nice ‘pop’.

“In a bit, baby, let me have my fun.” You mutter, using your saliva and spreading the wetness over his cock with tight strokes, paying special attention to the slit.

He’s having trouble controlling his breathing, the small pudge of his lower stomach moving up and down spastically beneath his shirt proving it to you.

“Take your time sweet girl… I’ll be patient.”

“Hmm, I love you.”

He’s only a millisecond from responding that he loves you more, but you beat him, eyes veering up as your lips kiss the skin above his knee.

“…and I love you too, Stevie.”

He’s gonna fuck you so good when you’re done just to show you how much he loves you and your pussy.

You smile sickly sweet, before going back to work kissing your way back to his hard on. His cock pulses against your lips while you pepper pecks up the thick shaft and there’s a new ferocity occupying his senses the closer you get to what you really want.

“Show me some love, sweet girl.”

He nods, finally forcing the blunt to his lips as you wrap your lips around him and taking him down gradually.

Your head moves up and down, spit pooling around him, coating him in your wetness, leaving the rest of what you can’t fit, glistening.

Each drag of your tongue and skim of your fingers cupping his heavy sack brings him closer to the edge at an alarming rate.

“Fuck…” He blew the smoke out, shaking his head in awe, “your mouth is so good, baby.”

You hum against him, the vibration sending shockwaves up his spine and his cock. Fingers wire through your scalp, tugging mildly to get your eyes up on him in time to see him taking another swig of the blunt knowing it’ll drive you crazy.

“Should’ve known this would turn you on, baby.” He smirks cockily, taking his time to close his eyes and open them back up as he blows the smoke out.

There’s another whine, eyes rolling towards the back of your head with the image of him engrained in your mind.

You should really be scolding him about the health effects of smoking, but all you want to do is please him until the damn thing is gone.

“You just go hot for every little thing I do isn’t that right?” He continues to tease.

Seconds later, with no response given with you too busy and mouth too full, there’s a tap against your cheek, prompting your eyes to open back up.

Hairs that stick to your sweaty forehead are soon pushed away, his fingers knocking your temples with a grin on his face before threading them through your scalp and pulling you off.

“Words baby, c’mon, I know there’s still something up there.”

You clench around nothing, the effect of his words traveling straight to your core and it should be embarrassing that he gets you like this so easily, but you don’t have it in you to care one bit.

You gasp, catching your breath as you rest your cheek against his thigh.

“Y-yeah, you make me go stupid Stevie.”

He can see your hips wigging in the air, bottom raised up high in a position that makes him want to take you like that right here right this second.

He resists knowing he’ll get you in every position you can handle by the end of the night.

Steve’s grip releases from your scalp, falling down to your neck giving it only a slight squeeze before his thumb brushes over your bottom lip.

His cock is an obvious weakness, but so are his fingers.

You love them entwined with yours, wrapped around wrists and neck, inside the depth of you, and mostly when they’re in your mouth.

He answers your silent prayers, slipping it past your lips, letting you suck on it as your eyes flicker shut, getting lost in it like it’s as good as his cock.

Your hands don’t stop their movements, working your wrist up and down not too fast, not too slow, but just the way Steve like it. Your tongue working the same pace over his thumb — he can’t believe you’re real and thank God you are.

“You’re a smart girl to everyone else, but when I get you alone, f-fuck, you just forget everything and let me take care of it all don’t ya baby?”

You take a breath, letting his thumb fall from your mouth. “L-love letting go with you.”

His heart feels like it’s on fire the kind that swamps him in flames of all colors and should swallow him whole, but only it drives him crazier for you — you’re the fuel who keeps him burning and the only one who could do him in like this.

An admission that should get him riled up, and it does, but at the same time he knows that your words are a confession — you feel safe with him. Safe enough to trust him in a way you’ve never trusted anyone before.

With Steve, you can let go in more way than the other…but most notably in a way where you can love. Love him wherever you are in the world — in your shared dainty little hometown and out here in the middle of the Mediterranean sea.

He can’t help it, abandoning the stupid cigarette in the ashtray and cupping both cheeks in his hands as he leans down and pushes his lips to yours.

It’s messy and fast, a mixture of his pre-cum and the remnants of your lipgloss a sticky mess between the both of you, yet you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ravishing each other like it’s the end of the world and the only thing you both have on your minds are each other.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” He says between kisses, no fight for dominance in it, just you and him mending together.

“Love my Stevie.” You murmur, clutching your hands around his cock, as his breath falters against you, his hips rising in tandem with your strokes.

“Love letting go with you too, honey. Love spoiling you to death even if it’s just m-me.”

You hate to do it, but you need to knowing he’s closer to the finish line and there’s one place you want the prize the most right now. So you nudge him away with your chin, pulling back and sitting back on your haunches as he falls back into the chair.

“Want your cum, baby… please give it to me.” You beg, voice going up an octave higher with need.

And your sweet boy never denies you anything, not his attention, not his cock, and most definitely not his cum.

“Take it all, baby.”

The costal view sat in front of Steve isn’t the one he’s admiring when a goddess is right before him on her knees worshipping him like this.

A work of art you are taking him down your throat as he sputters out praises from his mouth and spits loads into yours.

It’s only a matter of time before things get hotter and both feel higher than ever before.

“Move baby,” Steve growls in your ear, a handful of your ass in his hands with you now in his lap right where you belong.

The length of your dress hiked up over your hips and the bust of it pooling down your torso with your tits pressed against his shirt.

His length seated deep within you, squeezing him tightly as your arms wrap around his neck and your face burns buried in the juncture between it.

“Ooh, baby…” you whimper, beginning to move up and down with his help.

The two of you in a world of your very own — so alive, so lush.

Steve’s pretty sure your moans are music to his ears, something you always have in you, singing him a sweet melody on the balcony and soon he’ll have you screaming how much you love him.

He’ll be doing the same — after all it’s you he desires, and he’s more than in love.

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Ok But boyfriend Steve Harrington loves to constantly squeeze your cheeks because he thinks you look ADORABLE.

To him it doesn’t matter where the two of you are, nothing‘s gonna stop him from squeezing your pink, puffy cheeks with his big, calloused hands. You are in the middle of a conversation with Eddie and Robin? Steve will stand behind you and wrap his arms around you, cuddling you and stroking your arms up,up,up until one of his hands reaches your face. His fingers poke into your cheeks until your mouth is formed in a small heart-shape, making it impossible for you to speak normally. Robin and Eddie share a quick look which you and Steve can’t quite make out but he couldn’t care less. He loves the way your cheeks feel in his hands a way too much. "Steve I was talkin‘ to Ed‘s And Rob‘s!" You mumble into his skin while a soft smile forms on your lips, similar like his own. Your hands softly push his down, causing his smile to fade slowly, you can see a pout form onto his lips instead. Steve wants to protest but you pull him in for a kiss..so he just accepts his fate and goes back to just hugging you.

One time the two of you were enjoying your day at Starcourt, sitting in some random restaurant together when he once again thought it was the time to squeeze your cheeks with a smug grin on his lips. "Babe! I‘m literally eating right now!" You try to yell jokingly through squished lips, he just shrugged and squeezed your cheeks a bit harder "I don’t care, you look so cute like this". You weren’t able to eat something for the next 10 minutes because he just had to squeeze your cheeks, adoring the way you look.

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Idea expanded, Rockstar Eddie falling head over heels for Bartender Steve working in a high class club type of joint. He sees him working one night and thinks God damn, he's hot. I'm taking him home tonight.

Except bartender Steve has developed a significant distaste for celebrities and rich people in general because of getting cut off from his homophobic parents for coming out and the general bad way many have treated him at work whilst sloshed. But lucky for Eddie, Steve doesn't recognize him. And even though he started off in a trailer park, the fame has gone to his head a little and he asks Steve out with the full intention of getting into his pants and never seeing him again.

But oh no, would you look at that Steve isn't easy. And what Eddie thought would be a booty call ends up being a ten hour date around the city where he has more fun than he even thought was possible. Just from talking with Steve about anything and everything, flitting to parks and museums. And Eddie doesn't even realize until he's back at his hotel that they didn't even kiss.

And they go out more and more, and Eddie likes him more and more and he finds out where the rich people hate comes from. And it scares him. So he keeps lying. Like an idiot. And he tells Steve a fake last name, he tells him a fake job (which is only half fake because he did used to be a tattoo artist) and he rents an air bnb that he pretends is his own place. And the lies keep getting more elaborate to cover up more lies. And he keeps refusing to meet Steve's friends out of fear that they'll recognize him. And he really just drove himself into a corner here because he is absolutely in love with Steve at this point but how the fuck can you have a normal relationship when you are pretending to be someone else?

Turns out you can't, and Steve finds out the truth despite his efforts. But the twist is, he thinks it's fucking hilarious. After a normal period of What the fuck reaction time he gets over it. But never let's Eddie live it down.

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6/27 Edit: Welp, now there's a fic.

Two fics actually. The other is by KikiZ on ao3 which is great if you're not looking for an explicit fic! Because mine will be. It's also a bit more introspective than what I got going on, and also thus far, hella romantic.

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i'm an early seasons steve harrington apologist. sorry. he was not a bad person he was not a bad boyfriend he was literally just 17

#he wasn't even that bad. and he apologized when he was #also he literally thought his gf was cheating on him. with a guy who took sneaky pics of her like. valid actually sorry #and season 2??? why does he call himself a shitty boyfriend he was actually so sweet??? #a little emotionally stunted maybe sure but he was a teenage boy trying his best #every time i rewatch i'm like what was everyone on about he's literally fine. i think ppl blow his king steve phase way out of proportion #steve harrington #stranger things #thoughts from my brain #1k

[lilyrose-world]

Gathering | Steve Harrington fic |

Yes, another Steve Harrington fic, because my boy Steve needs love for once (literally)

Pairings: Steve Harringtonx fem!reader

Sumarry: Steve was forced to come to his family gathering, but both of you decided to run a little late for "some" reason.

Warning: This story includes Smut and Cursing ( ͡° ᴗ ͡°) (18+, Minors are not allowed.)

Word count: 1,752

"Babe, are you ready?" you were standing in front of the mirror, fixing your earrings as Steve enters the bedroom grumbling about not wanting to go to his family gathering, "God this is so stupid, can't believe I have to go to this damn party." he huffs in frustration as he tries fixing his tie, "Oh come on Stevie, it's just for one night, besides you really don't wanna make a bad impression towards your other family members right?"

Steve was invited a few days ago for a celebration of his cousin Andrew's graduation, and he hates his cousin, he always makes fun of Steve not being able to go to college that early, and he always bragged that he's in an ivy league school, and Steve hates how he always gets compared by him from his parents.

Now that Steve finally got a stable high-paying job as a police officer in Hawkins, he then met you at a hospital working as a nurse, you both locked eyes with each other for the first time when he was actually on duty and was visiting a coworker that time at the hospital, you were assigned to check on his coworker every day, and Steve always smiles when he sees you.

"So are you gonna ask that nurse out?" Eric asked as he looks at Steve who was looking at the door after you just left, "What are you talking about?" Steve looks at Eric who just chuckled, "Oh come on Harrington, it's obvious that you're interested in her." Steve then rolls his eyes at his coworker and scoffed, "I just smiled at her, no big deal."

"Yeah right, just a smile you say." Eric winks at him as Steve sighs, "How you feeling by the way?" he sat beside his coworker, "Feeling better, that bullet nearly hit my chest, but I'm fine."

"How long are you gonna be here?" Steve then asked him as he looks at the door again, seeing a glimpse of you walking past the room he was in, "Bout a few more days, so if you're thinking of asking that nurse out, better do it now bud." Eric laughs as he noticed Steve not listening to him, "Huh, what did you say again?" Steve facing Eric again as he looks clueless, "Nothing."

Steve was now in the elevator, after an exhausting day on duty he was now dying to go home and sleep, the elevator then stops at the 3rd floor, he clicks his tongue and looked at his watch now wanting to leave, the doors then opened as you entered the elevator with a clipboard in hand, Steve immediately stood up straight as you went inside pressing on the ground floor, you just stood there silently as it was only the two of you at the elevator, "Done visiting your friend for the night?" you decided to ask him as he clears his throat.

"Oh uh yeah, he's feeling a bit better now..." he smiles as you hummed in response, "Looks like you're done working for the night too..." he sees the clipboard that you were holding, seeing it all written, "Yeah, finally finished my shift for the day." the elevator then dings as it finally reached the ground floor, you walked out first as Steve follows, you silently left the hospital with Steve behind you, "It was nice talking to you Officer." you looked at Steve and smiled as you opened your car door, "Oh you too, drive safe." Steve smiles as he slowly walks away, "Bout a few more days, so if you're thinking of asking that nurse out, better do it now bud." Steve then licked his lips as he remembered what his coworker said he then looked back at you, escaping a sigh as he walks up to you again, "Oh what the hell."

He knocked on your car window making you look at him surprised, "Is there something wrong Officer?" you asked as he clears his throat, "Uhh are you single?"

He then finally asked you out after that small conversation you both made at the elevator, thanks to you having the guts to speak to him, and then a few years later, you're both happily married, now living together after you both saved up for a house in Hawkins.

"Still, I hate it, especially it's Andrew's little celebration" Steve comments as he fixed his hair and looked at you, you were focused on putting on makeup, Steve huffs as he walks towards you now resting his chin on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your waist, he instantly smells your sweet vanilla perfume as he admires you through the mirror, "Not to mention that Andrew always flirts with you." he closed his eyes and kissed your neck after he inhaled your scent, you giggled and faced Steve who was frowning, "And you know that no matter how many times your cousin flirts with me, you're still the one that I love and also not to mention married to, I'm all yours Officer Harrington," you reassured as you cupped his face with your hands.

"Hmm all mine..." he grins as pressed his lips to yours, you then pulled away from him as you looked at his suit, "You look good with that suit." you commented as you fixed his tie and kissed his cheek, "And you look..." he then stares at you one more, just being mesmerized on how you look, especially the dress that you were wearing was making him drool on how the dress just hugs your figure perfectly, "fuck you look just amazing doll." he bits his lip and kissed you one more time.

"We're gonna be late." you looked at the clock seeing it now almost 7 pm, Steve then whined as he leaves small kisses on your neck, "I'm sure that the party hasn't started yet." Steve mumbles as he kissed your shoulder, you then hummed in response as you moved your hands to his chest, "You really can't wait can you?" you chuckled as you pulled him into a kiss, slowly removing his coat, "Says the one who's trying to undress me." he grins as his hand was now behind your back, "Maybe we shouldn't go." Steve whispers as he unzips your dress and pressed his lips into yours.

Your hands just going through his hair, as Steve let your dress just fall onto the floor, "Just a few minutes, I'm sure they wouldn't mind." you whispered in his ear as he drags his lips to your neck, he lifts you up bridal style and lays you down gently at the bed, you impatiently unbuttoned his dress shirt, while he loosened his tie, "Hmm I guess we can be a little late.." Steve chuckles as he swiftly removed your underwear.

You bit your bottom lip with excitement as Steve trails his kisses to your legs up to your inner thigh, "Already wet for me? I'm flattered doll" he smirks as he sees you sighing, already waiting for him to eat you out, "Oh god..." you huff in frustration as he just chuckled, his tongue then licked your slit as he lapses all of your juices, you gasped as he pulls you closer, his hands were between your thighs to prevent you from closing it, "F-fuck Stevie." you moaned as your hands reached his hair, tugging on his hair as he moaned, his tongue kept licking your throbbing clit, not wanting to waste every bit of your wetness.

You threw your head back as your eyes shut closed, you were whimpering and whining as Steve was still busy eating you out, you instantly felt yourself coming, "shit Steve I'm gonna come." you whimpered as your legs shake, he then pulls away as you sighed, he pulls you into another kiss, letting his tongue enter in your mouth as you slowly went on top of him, you sat on his stomach as he looks at you.

You kissed his neck lovingly as you started rocking your hips back and forth, your clit against his toned stomach, you moaned and threw your head back as you continued just riding him, Steve starts to enjoy the view, his hands were then securely holding on to your hips as he helps you ride your orgasm out, biting his bottom lip as you became a moaning mess, you fastened your pace as you felt that familiar knot on your stomach, "That's right doll, come for me" he whispers as your eyes rolled back, you instantly came as Steve was now covered with your orgasm, "Fuck" he whispers as you tried catching your breath.

your hands lazily started to unbuckle his belt, now wanting to feel him inside you, Steve helped you by slightly lifting his hips to remove his pants and boxers, "Someone's excited" Steve teased as you playfully glared at him, positioning yourself as you felt his tip on your entrance, he held your hips as you felt his length now fully inside you, you began rocking your hips slowly as Steve moans, his hand finally removing your bra as he starts sucking it, you quicken your pace as Steve guides you, you moaned loudly as Steve smirks, "That's it doll, moan louder so our neighbours know how good my cock make you feel." you whimpered as Steve kissed your neck.

He then went on top of you, now thrusting deep, he groans as he felt your walls clenching around him, "Fuck yes Steve" you whimpered as he fastened his pace, you were starting to feel yourself coming, "S-steve." you gasped as he thrust in and out of you, you cried as you came as Steve kept thrusting deeply, "Shit" he groans now feeling his cock twitching, he then came inside of you, filling you up with his fluids, you gasp for air as Steve laid down beside you.

The telephone downstairs then rang as Steve stood up and went to answer it, moments later he came back as you looked up at him, "Who was it?" he sat next to you, "It was mom, she was wondering if we're on our way to the gathering, but I told her that you're sick so we couldn't go." you just chuckled as you kissed his cheek, "I guess it's best to just stay at home..." she sighs as Steve lays down beside her, putting her head to his chest as Steve kissed her forehead, "You didn't wear a condom didn't you?"

"Nope."

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