#steve harrington headcannon

[sleepyangelkami]

TOUCH STARVED (s.h)

a/n: me. what?

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: you were too shy to speak up for what you wanted, even to your boyfriend for something so simple. fortunately for you, he always seem to know exactly what you need.

warnings: mention of pussy whipped, reader has hair, light insecurity, (1) use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 💙

words: 2,353

walking into family video, steve swore he'd never seen such a glum face.

your expression was saddened, not enough to look upset over something but just enough to tell steve what kind of day you'd been having. and believe me, he'd had his fair share of these kind of days.

"you doofus, that's not how you do it." robin argued, as she always was. nothing steve could do for her ever deemed to be the 'right way' however, before he could give back a snappy argument, he snapped his head towards you, the bells of the store giving a quick ring.

robin looked up confused as she received no snarky comeback before glancing towards you. she could have rolled her eyes, how pussy-whipped was this guy? "hey, y/n." she greeted first, watching as steve stepped away from the counter.

"hi, rob." you gave her a sweet, almost shy smile, she returned it in full. robin was very well used to you getting in these little moods, sort of where you shy into yourself. she'd never mentioned it, though, sort of assuming that was just how you were.

"hey, honey." steve was by your side in an instant, snatching up your bag from you so he could hold it. the sight of him had you leaning into him, almost fluttering your eyes shut. a sudden overwhelming feeling of tiredness fell over you. "you okay?"

he was craning his neck to look at you, you merely nodded. "tired." you answered before making your way behind the counter with him.

technically, you shouldn't be behind the counter and if keith were here, he'd surely have something to say about it. but he wasn't.

family video was having one of them slow days that consisted in hardly five customers an hour while steve and robin argued relentlessly on working the stupid computer that had been around way too long for anyone's liking.

you sat on one of the chairs with steve's arm around you. for as long as you could remember, he'd always been like this. touchy.

and truthfully? you were thankful. some days, all you needed was his touch and you didn't even have to ask, merely hold out a hand shyly and it was in yours. but on days like this, even an arm constantly around your shoulder wasn't enough.

your fingers had trailed up to mess with his. his large hand was relatively big in yours, you could lean against his shoulder all the while. in all of this, you could have fallen asleep.

though, that deemed hard with robin and steve's constant arguing. "you idiot!" steve yelled, pushing buttons at the computer and sort of dragging you as he did so. "you're gonna break it!"

"and what if i did?" she argued back. "not like it's worth anything." she would have kicked the computer, had she been right. unfortunately, the computer was worth something, her job.

steve sat himself back on the chair with a scowl before glancing to you.

even the mere sight of you was always enough to calm him down.

"sorry." he mumbled, knowing he was disturbing whatever peace you were getting. you merely waved him off before going back to playing with his fingers.

a couple more customers came in and fled all the same, renting movies that robin and steve would then gossip about as soon as they'd leave the store. oh yeah, horrible movie. i heard the sequels even worse!

it was best for you to leave them do this.

and by seven, it was time to lock up. you stood outside, waiting for steve who was using the key to pull down the store gate.

robin's head came out from underneath, holding her satchel bag. "night guys!" she called after you without turning around. she didn't even have a drivers license so you weren't entirely sure how she was getting home. nonetheless, you'd learned that it was better not to question robin.

"night!" steve called back before turning to you and rolling his eyes. "that girl." he only shook his head and shut his eyes, concealing his obvious irritation towards his best friend.

you only grinned back sheepishly, knowing they despised yet loved one another dearly.

it wasn't until you were sat in the passenger seat of his car, gazing out the window while your hands fiddled with his fingers that sat atop your thigh that he noticed something was wrong. earlier, you'd shrugged it off as mere tiredness and he supposed he believed you.

the night sky was dark and the hot air coming from the car was enough to lull anyone to sleep. yet still, he had a gnawing feeling that you weren't telling him the whole truth.

you weren't a liar, no. steve would say you were many things, never a liar.

however, you had the tendency to hide things from him. not overly important things like seeing someone else or something or other. you just had the tendency to not speak much about your feelings unless directly asked. you'd shy away and sheepishly shrug, not wanting to bother him.

you always had that fear of burdening him.

as the relationship progressed, he noticed this. he too had the fear of burdening. but slowly, you both began to break out of your shells. him undeniably much faster than you.

the stillness of his house told you it was home. the porch lights were on as he led you inside, hand on the small of your back. a couple lights were left on in the house too.

not the large, centre lights.

the warm lamps illuminating the entire house in a cozy aura.

you weren't too sure how you moved from the door to the couch so quickly. nonetheless, you relaxed into the material as the sound of you and steve's show began to play. a new episode every week. it was a ritual in the harrington house. and by that, i mean just you and him.

steve didn't miss the glances you kept shooting him. whether intentional or not, he could see from the corner of his eye, your head move to look at him and suddenly look back at the screen before he could catch you.

when he did, though, he caught exactly what he needed.

you were looking at him all doey, presumably tired however there was something else in your eye, something that gave you completely away.

a longing.

suddenly, everything clicked.

there was a reason you'd been leaning into him so much today, following him around silently like a lost puppy dog. not that he minded, no, he never minded. but he knew something had been wrong and that you didn't think you had voice enough to speak on it.

"what's wrong with you, huh?" he nudged you, voice ever so gentle. though he knew what you wanted, he sort of wanted you to tell him. "been quiet all day."

you leaned your head against the back of the couch, eyes travelling over his pretty features. and he looked especially pretty in the dim lighting of the enormous living room. "'m always quiet." you countered.

in a way, you were far from wrong. more often than not, steve would have to beg you to speak to more people, try get out there because he knew you wanted to. once again, you feared your voice was much too small. "fair point. but you're more quieter today."

you pursed your lips at him. "just quieter." he hummed in confusion. "it's just 'quieter', more quieter isn't the right grammer."

a roll of his eyes was paired with a pretty grin. "see? there's my smart girl. where was she all day, hm? head cloudy?"

truthfully, you didn't know what was wrong. everything just felt so off, all day you'd wanted to be surrounded by him. his embrace, his words, his scent, his everything. and that was becoming a little too much when the cruel world reminded you that it was, in fact, impossible to morph into another human being by hugging them hard enough. "i don' know." you shrugged, voice sort of small.

but steve had been in the game much longer than you.

it started with the simple feeling of his fingers tracing against your cheeks, grasping a strand of hair and curling it between his index finger. he always thought you looked pretty with your hair framing your face. though you were undeniably beautiful in all aspects.

"there something you want?" he didn't ask it in an accusing way that made you sheepishly look away. he spoke ever so quietly, as if careful of disturbing the peace of his rarely quiet house.

once again, you shrugged.

"sweetheart." he gave you this look. this convincing, knowing, look. steve always had a way of communicating to you, even just through his eyes. it was enough for your heart to quench.

he looked as though he knew exactly what had been troubling you, like he knew exactly how to fix it.

how is it that steve harrington seemingly knew everything in the world? sometimes, even he made you feel a little silly. i mean, he was more tuned in with your emotions than you were.

the show that was playing on the tv was low, barely heard as his eyes searched your own. "you know you can ask for anything, yeah?" you nodded your head while chewing your bottom lip. because you did know. steve always made it easy for you to come to him with anything. yet even then, your own shy nature still prevented you from saying all the words that sat against the tip of your tongue. the universe tended to be cruel like that. "c'mere, honey."

his outstretched arms looked like the heaven you'd been searching for.

without second thought, you found yourself climbing into them, breathing out a sigh of relief as your cheek sat itself against his sweater-covered chest.

this is what you wanted.

his legs were outstretched, somewhere for you to sit against while your own wrapped themselves against his torso. there was something so comforting about the feeling of him against you.

he let you relax your face against him, lips shut tight as one of your hands came beneath your chin. while watching the animations flash across the television, you could feel his own arms slinging loosely around your waist, one hand gently playing with the strands of hair while the other traced against your back.

you supposed you weren't morphed into him but this was as good as it was going to get.

perhaps, this was all you needed.

he was gentle, soft and welcoming.

everything you'd been hoping for.

"this all you needed, hm?" the shapes he drew against your back began to feel a lot like words, a lot like 'i love you'. you nodded, humming ever so softly. "should've just asked, baby."

"i didn't wanna bother you." you mumbled, suddenly feeling like the whole thing had been just a little silly.

you felt his hand against your chin, gently tilting it upwards so you could meet his eye. "you never bother me." and you could tell by the chocolatey swirl in his eyes. he wasn't lying.

perhaps two hours passed since that very moment. steve watched the show episode until it ended, flicking on the television programme that was simply on. he could feel your soft breaths against the nape of his neck, hands outstretched towards him.

you'd fallen asleep in his embrace.

he often told you not to watch the show so late if you would fall asleep albeit you always insisted that you wouldn't. low and behold, he was right. he was always right.

and when the final programme ended, and he deemed it was late enough, he decided it was time to get you into bed.

instead of waking you, he opted to pick you up, carrying you upstairs and surely almost dropping you a total of three times because he couldn't register where he was putting his feet. yet eventually, he made it towards the bedroom and placed you against the bed. the warm blankets soon were draped over your body.

and after all the rustling, the thing that stirred you was the creek of the door.

he watched as your eyes parted, obviously still slick with sleep, and cursed himself. he thought, who, as rich as him, would own a door that creeks so loudly? and made a mental note to get new hinges.

"you okay, angel?" he mumbled into the darkness of the room, slipping off his jeans and slipping into bed with you.

"mm." you hummed as he grasped your body again, holding you close. your arms hugged themselves around his neck, shutting your eyes closed. "wanna melt into you." you mumbled, obviously too tired to register what you were saying.

"yeah?" a chuckle fell from his lips, knowing you would never have the confidence to say such a thing while wide awake. nonetheless, he took it as a compliment anyway. "we should try turkey then."

"what's in turkey?" you questioned tiredly.

"i don't know. everything? i mean, if they can give you a new set of teeth, surely they have the answer to your problems too. we can like, melt ourselves together." he was talking nonesence, though it was lulling you back to sleep anyway.

the sound of your sleepy giggle had him holding his breath, wondering if this was all real. "let's go to turkey then."

"i'll put it on our bucket list, angel." you nodded your head, without response. "you goin' to sleep on me? hm?"

"can you..." you cut yourself off with a breath. then, you reminded yourself that it was steve harrington, the boy you loved more than yourself. and you could ask him anything. "can you keep talking?"

"careful what you wish for, i might not shut up." you only giggled gently before allowing him to continue. "did i ever tell you about dustin's girlfriend?" you shook your head. "oh god, you should have seen it..."

this, you were sure, is where you could actually die happy.

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a/n: had a nap earlier, now i can't sleep.

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[madelynraemunson]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲) 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✨ — a steve harrington one shot fic

modern!sperm donor!steve x modern!pregnant!fem!reader

Summary: It’s hard to find ‘forever’ in a world that glorifies hook-up culture. After multiple failed relationships, you start to believe that your dream of having a family someday will only be just that — a DREAM. That is until you stumble across The Baby Gate Foundation, a family planning organization that helps qualifying Strangers start families with one another.

disclaimers — fluff overload, strangers to friends to lovers, some angst, reader goes by “Honey”,

NSFW — very brief smut, p in v sex (unprotected), breeding kink, cream pie, soft!dom steve

word count — 6.0k words

“So… what’s your favorite color?”

It’s the most aggravating question to ask when wading in the Dating Pool — and unfortunately the most frequent. But you figure at least asking about Steve Harrington’s favorite color is a good ‘precursor question’ when trying to get to know him. After all, you are the one carrying his child.

“Cerulean,” the handsome stranger from across the table replies.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue.”

“You could’ve just said blue.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

You issue him a touché type nod as you gently place your folded hands over your growing bump…a bump that was a byproduct of an ordeal that he wasn’t even present to participate in.

Before you knew him as Steve Harrington, he was just Stranger #021 whose sperm donation gave you the gift of life. The gift of having a little one of your own.

And it was about time you started a family. It has been a dream of yours — once you bagged your dream job and got to travel the world — to get married and have kids. But apparently the person you spent 6 years with did not share that dream, despite having told you he did in the beginning stages of your partnership.

Are you crazy? How dare you think your ex wanted a family after he explicitly told you he wanted you to marry him and have his kids? Silly lady. You actually thought he meant what he said.

And Steve Harrington’s baby daddy application seemed impossible to resist. The Baby Gate Foundation disclosed to you that Stranger #021 has no physical ailments, was a star athlete in high school, isn’t a carrier for any chronic illnesses, and passed a mental health and drug clearance.

Your baby is very likely to come out healthy and, now that you’ve gotten a good general idea of the guy, will hopefully inherit Steve’s luscious chestnut brown hair, his radiant smile, sparkling eyes, and kind nature. A healthy baby. A healthy family. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“Your stomach feeling okay?” Steve inquires.

“Yeah,” you smile. “I just like touching it sometimes. It still doesn’t feel real.”

When selected, Steve jumped for joy. And you bet he started doing cartwheels when your pregnancy test came out positive. My dick still works! he remembers saying.

Having been a foster parent to many teenagers in the past, Steve also felt ready to have a kid of his own. But then his first long term girlfriend of three years cheated on him, and then his next long term girlfriend left him when she realized a family with him was not what she wanted. Steve was practically on the same boat as you. And the stars aligned…

“So I was thinking…when you’re in what’s considered a ‘safe’ point in your pregnancy, say second trimester… we can do cute pregnancy announcements,” Steve suggests.

Your eyes glimmer at the thought.

“As coparents of course!” Steve makes sure to add. “A-and then we can have a gender reveal. We can choose the theme and ideas for it later but I’m just thinking of an intimate cake cutting thing….pink frosting, obviously for girl…”

“And cerulean for boy,” you smirk at him, finishing his thought.

He chuckles at your comment. “Yes, cerulean for boy.”

You two then begin to brainstorm the minor details. Signing up for parenting classes. Check-up appointments. Your baby registry. Ironing out the details so that you both can relish in the pregnancy as much as possible.

When you’re done, Steve then pays for your lunch and you two go separate ways. But not before a long, grateful hug.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his ear. “You’ve made my dream come true.”

“I am just as indebted,” Steve insists, giving your back a loving rub. “I’ve always wanted to be a father.”

You decide to not let go until Steve breaks the hug. But little did you know that was Steve’s plan too. So you both stand there, in the middle of the mall food court swaying back and forth, waiting patiently for the other to let go because to be honest, you never know what a simple ‘I see you’ hug can do for somebody.

Finally, Steve pulls away.

“Listen, uh, Honey,” he says. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird because technically we don’t really know each other…but I already care about you so deeply. You’re the mother of my child. I want to be as involved as possible.”

“I care about you too Steve,” you beam at him. “And I feel like our healing journeys are coming to an end. I’m so excited to come together with another person who has the same goals in life.”

And that is all that’s said during that exchange. You hope that throughout your pregnancy, you and Steve can have more coparent dates to really get to know each other. You love that he feels safe and trustworthy, willing to put his all into the child that he, and many many medical experts helped you create. And you hope that as your baby grows up, you will find a lifelong partner like Steve someday.

“So how’d it go?”

You’re over at your best friend, Eddie’s apartment talking to him about your day. Eddie has been your best friend since middle school, bearing witness to every wonderful milestone — and tragedy — that has plagued your life ever since. Your decision to become a mother on your own, and coparenting with a stranger is no exception.

“I like him!” you exclaim. “He’s very sweet.”

“Do you trust him as your Baby Daddy?”

“If I didn’t, it’d be a little too late for that I’m afraid.”

Eddie would’ve been more than happy to be your donor, and without a doubt, you’d trust him in being fully present in the child’s life. However Eddie comes from a home with a turbulent family dynamic, and unfortunately is a carrier of the addiction gene along with many other illnesses. Eddie didn’t want to risk doing that to you or your family. So it works out that he and his boyfriend Henry are the ‘Fun Uncles’ or as he calls them “Funcles” instead, and Steve is the dad.

“But yeah I like Steve,” you circle back. “He’s funny, sweet, looks like he takes care of himself. Even paid for my food. Oh, and as a bonus, he uses big words.”

Eddie snorts as he strides over to the fridge. “He uses big words.”

“Yeah, like cerulean.”

Your bestie cocks an eyebrow and smirks at you. “What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue,” you smirk back at him.

He releases a theatrical gasp. “Ground-breaking.”

Your banter is cut short when Eddie’s partner Henry walks through the door.

“Hello, hello.”

“Hey, Henry!”

You watch as the quiet, tall blonde dressed in dark-denim-tailored-to-fit struts in with a grocery bag, closing the door behind him with his foot.

“Hi, darlings.”

“Funcle Number Two,” Eddie greets his partner.

“I thought I was Number One.”

“You are,” Eddie shrugs. “In my heart. If you have an issue with your title and rank, I’d talk it up with Honey.”

“You can be Number One,” you grant him permission, eliciting a betrayed gasp from Eddie.

“Thank you, Honey,” Henry smirks, shooting a sassy look at Eddie.

Eddie issues a sour variation of that smirk to Henry, only to be met with a rough nudge to the ribcage. The two black cats then assemble to unload the groceries, all while focusing their attention back to you, their appointed ‘golden retriever’ of the bunch.

“Speaking of titles,” Henry adds. “How was your meeting with Daddy Steve?”

“It was wonderful,” you respond. “Was just telling Eddie how much I like him.”

Henry grimaces, understandably so. Your taste and judgment in men throughout the years have been nothing short of concerning. But because you didn’t willingly seek Steve out on a shady online dating app, at a dive bar at 2 AM, or on the dance floor of a sweaty small town nightclub, you figured you were in the clear.

“We’re gonna make it work no matter what,” you insist to your seemingly doubtful friends. “Even if there are discrepancies, we agreed it’s our kid before anything. And I’m ready. I told you guys myself that if I don't meet the love of my life by the time I'm 29, I'm having a baby by myself."

Aside from the two "Funcles", you have been the only consistent person in your life. And in this day and age, two people don't need to 'be together' to bring life into this world. And even if they are together, it’s not a happy home sometimes.

All that matters in this arrangement is that both of Baby Harrington’s parents are involved. That was Steve's promise to you.

Let's just hope he keeps it.

“That’s the head… and those…are your baby’s feet.”

You and Steve watch the monitor in awe as the sonographer scans your belly. You are now 20 weeks along, and doing a routine ultrasound check up.

First trimester was a nightmare. Constant nausea and vomiting so you’re not even sure that you’re stomaching those pre-natals, intense mood swings, and breast tenderness so bad you essentially begged Steve to just chop your tits off.

Regardless, you are healthy, and the baby is healthy. And now your camera roll is filled with pictures and videos of every frame of every ultrasound you get done, as well as audio recordings of Baby Harrington’s heartbeat. You and Steve even share your content amongst each other, just in case the other missed something that the other captured. It’s a wholesome exchange, really.

“Baby’s kicking a lot. Almost looks like they’re swimming in place,” the tech comments.

“I did swim and water polo in high school, could be why,” Steve explains.

You bat your eyes in adoration at your friend. He gives you a warm look back.

“Just like Daddy,” you say. And then Steve rests his palm atop your hand.

For the first time in a long time, everything feels complete.

“So, would you like to know the gender?” the sonographer inquires.

Immediately you and Steve bombard her with anxious-filled “No no no no”s. You decided to go with the cake gender reveal idea, and Henry and Eddie were in charge of having it made.

“We’d like for it to be a surprise,” Steve smiles. “But we sure would like an envelope with the gender in it. Honey’s gonna give it to her friends to give the baker.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” the tech grins widely. “I will have it printed out for you shortly.”

She wipes your belly down so that there is no more ultrasound jelly on your stomach before leaving. Meanwhile, you and Steve are absolutely giddy. You are now halfway through your pregnancy and couldn’t wait to hold Baby Harrington in your arms.

But as exciting as everything is, it is also anxiety-inducing. No parenting book could ever prepare you for bringing a kid into the world. There was so much more that needed to be done. So much to do. And it seems like there was so very little time to do it.

Steve has another question for you. “When does the baby usually wake you up?”

“Baby’s a night owl, strangely,” you reply. “I’ll feel some moving and stuff at night.”

Steve sighs and shakes his head in thought.

“Man, I hope kid doesn’t wake you up at night too much when they’re born. That’d be god awful.”

“I know, I’ve been thinking of that too,” you groan. “And all the diaper changes I’ll probably have to do before putting them back to sleep. Ugh, I don’t even wanna think about diapers.”

You didn’t want to think about post-partum shit. So far, you’ve only been focused on pregnancy shit, and that shit is already overwhelming. While you seem well-equipped for pregnancy itself, the thought of actually being a fully-functioning parenting unit alongside Steve brings on a new set of fear.

Suddenly you and Steve look up at each other.

“Oh shit!” you shriek. “A crib! We need a crib! A stroller.”

“And a whole nursery,” he gulps. “And a baby monitor… A swaddle! A carrier!”

———

You and Steve are moved in together by the end of the month. Platonically, of course. With a capital P.

You both figured that raising the baby under one roof would be the healthiest way to approach your parenting situation. Both of you already get along really well and have similar communication styles. You two also have the same expectations from each other. And not every child is blessed with two parents living together in a happy home. It’s a luxury you both refused to take for granted.

So eventually the non-traditional-housewarming-slash-baby-shower-party rolls around, in efforts to help prepare for Baby Harrington’s arrival. It ends up being a huge success. Additionally, the party gave everyone a chance to mingle with one another, your friends meeting Steve’s friends and jokingly calling each other "in-laws". Robin and Eddie immediately grow very fond of each other, having deemed each other best friends after their third time meeting.

“How long do you give it?” Robin asks Eddie as they watch you and Steve work together to build the crib. “You know till they…”

They observe as you and Steve bicker back and forth about whether or not a section of the crib was installed the wrong way. You argue that it was, and Steve, still firm in his masculinity that he felt like was slowly chipping away (he can’t help it sometimes) insisted that it wasn’t.

“I know how to read, Honey. And besides, if it’s the wrong part, how did I screw it on perfectly?”

“I don’t know, Bob the Builder,” you fire back at him. “You didn’t have to 'screw it on perfectly' to get me pregnant.”

“Til that baby is born,” Eddie estimates.

Eddie chuckles at this. He’s been with Henry for many years, but you two have beat him at the argue-like-a-married couple thing. Slyly, he sips his beer.

“…The very latest.”

“Steve, I’m hungry. Wanna go to Rally’s?”

The cravings have officially kicked in (finally). But of course, it’s at the least convenient of times.

“Woman, it is 1 in the morning...”

“Yes, and I want Rally’s.”

You give Steve a light thunk on his fluffy head.

Now that you two live together, sleeping in the same bed was bound to happen eventually. But it is the least of your concerns. In a world where people go ‘ghost’ after getting what they want, laying your head down in the same bed as Steve is the farthest thing from intimacy. You’re also afraid of the dark, and being in his light calms your nerves.

Except for tonight. Where the only thing that’ll calm those nerves is a Wild West burger and some fries.

Steve huffs, clearly too tired to argue with your hungry ass. But also, you’re the mother of his child. You have the hardest job, and having a late night snack when you felt like it is the bare minimum of what you deserve.

“Let’s go.”

You smirk to yourself as you dance your way out of bed. Anything Baby Mama wants, Baby Mama gets.

Rally’s sure did the trick. When you and Steve return, you find yourself skipping back to the bedroom while Harrington fights to urge to plop onto the floor right by the entry way, his body’s natural response to a food coma, and the state of lethargy he was in from being stirred awake.

But as much as he valued his beauty sleep, he knows deep down he’d still do it again for you. Your little food dance was also pretty damn cute, anyways.

———

THE NEXT WEEK

You and Steve have been ordering way too much takeout. So tonight you decide to surprise him with a home-cooked meal. So while he’s at work, you’re searching Pinterest for healthy, savory dishes to cook. Chinese food it is. One can never go wrong with some chicken fried rice.

Steve comes home right when you finish.

“Oh my god,” Steve gawks as he enters the kitchen. “What smells so damn good?”

“I made dinner,” you smile gleefully, and with pride. “I have so much energy second trimester it’s insane. Hope you like Chinese.”

Steve slows down. Glancing around the chaotic kitchen, he takes in the array of sauces, the cutting board, and the multiple plates and bowls that most likely harbored the. Then he looks at you — a sweaty mess with stains on her apron from all the rice tossing. And he can tell, by your slightly labored breathing, that you’re gathering up all the energy you possibly can to powerwash all the dishes.

“You…made this for me?”

“Yeah! For us, actually. And the baby. I hope you’re okay with onions and scallions.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine with those,” he insists. “It’s just that…I have a date tonight.”

Suddenly the pots and pans feel so much heavier. The air, hotter. The onions, stronger judging by how tears start pooling at the base of your eyes. At least you want to blame it on those.

“Oh,” you sniff.

“I’m so sorry, Honey. I should’ve told you so you didn’t have to go out of your way.”

“It’s fine.”

Why do you feel this way? It’s not like you two are together anyway. This pregnancy is a partnership… platonic with a capital P. So why are you upset? And more importantly, why are you jealous?

“I-I’m sorry…” Steve panics. “I-it’s just that we’ve been getting takeout all week and I thought it’d be the same toni-”

“It’s okay, Steve.”

“That came out so bad, I…”

“I know what you mean,” you shake your head shutting him down immediately. “Have fun tonight, okay?”

“You’re crying…”

“I was chopping onions,” you point out.

You nod to the bag of onions that were yet to be put away. There was a lot left to be put away actually, and you were kind of hoping Steve would help. But clearly he’s a busy man.

“And it’s probably just the stupid pregnancy hormones too,” you add.

“They’re NOT stupid,” Steve insists. “And you just said you have so much energy. You were bursting with light just a moment ago…before I killed it.”

“Have fun tonight, Steve,” you repeat.

You head over to the wok and scoop out a serving for two: one serving for you, and one for the baby. Dad will get the leftovers, you suppose.

Steve watches you intently. You can feel his stare even with your back turned. Suddenly, you hear the faint dial tone of his cell phone ringing a couple of times before someone answers.

“Hey…Lacey, I can’t come tonight,” Steve sighs. “I’m really sorry for being so last minute. A family emergency came up.”

You look back over at him. He makes sure to look you in the eyes as he says ‘family’.

The two of them talk some more before Steve hangs up the phone. Awkwardly now, you chew softly at the rice you made.

“Well she definitely hates me,” Steve chuckles. “But I don’t care.”

“Steve…” you speak. “You didn’t have to.”

“You’re carrying my kid,” Steve looks at you with glimmering eyes. “I can’t be running through the town in the arms of another woman. This pregnancy is a team effort.”

He glides over you and stops right where your hips meet. You timidly manage to look up at him, tear-jerked, all sweaty, and very very pregnant. And after Steve tucks a loose strand of hair behind the blushing cartilage of your ear, he presses his tender lips against your forehead.

“For the baby,” he whispers to you.

“For the baby,” you repeat after him.

The day is here.

The gender reveal, that is. You didn’t expect finding out something as simple as having a boy or girl was going to be this nerve wracking. And to think some people do this in front of a huge audience.

“Okay…” you exhale unevenly. “You ready?”

“Only if you are,” Steve nods, but his trembling hands betray him.

“Hand me a glass.”

Steve hands you one of the two wine glasses you brought for the intimate picnic you had planned for today. On the count of three, you two were to dig those very glasses into the cake and scoop out the long awaited answer.

SWEET CHILD O MINE, the cake reads. Boy or girl?

Henry and Eddie settled for a Rock-N-Roll inspired cake, with self-indulgent black and red buttercream on the outside, and the pre-determined blue or pink on the inside. You were afraid that it was going to be a little too edgy for Steve, but he assures you the aesthetic of a cake is the least of his priorities.

Drawing out an uneven breath now, you decide to start counting down.

“One…” you gulp.

“Two…” Steve joins in.

But you can't bring yourself to say ‘three’. Shutting your eyes closed in a bout of nervousness, you mutter softly,

"Two and a half..."

It earns you a chuckle from Steve. Knowing just how to calm you down, like he had been doing all pregnancy, he offers you his available hand to squeeze if you needed.

“Three!” you two finally say together.

Plunging your wine glasses into the cake, you and Steve gather one big scoop each while your eyes drift elsewhere.

“I can’t look,” you choke, sniffing back a tear or two.

“I can’t either,” Steve exhales, evidently nervous. “You can look first though.”

“No, I’ll look when you do.”

You’re met with messy dough and frosting in the glass at first. But after trailing after the inside part of the cake, you catch sight of the fluffy frosting that was buried beneath. A bright, eye-catching, pastel....

...cerulean blue. A baby boy.

“Oh…my…god,” your hand trembles in complete shock. “It’s a boy…”

“Oh my god, baby!” Steve sniffs going in to hug you. “We’re having a boy…”

And then it happens. Unable to contain himself from his joy any longer, Steve cups your face with his frosting-laced fingers, connecting his lips passionately to yours, and you with him.

It’s the best day of Steve’s life. You are the reason that he gets to live out his dream of becoming a dad. And now that you two are having a son, all he can imagine is teaching the kid how to throw a football in the backyard, signing him up for T-Ball and Boy Scouts (just like his dad once did with him), and taking him and his buddies out on silly, fun-filled rag-tag group adventures.

And knowing how strange and daunting the world can be, Steve already maps out how to raise your child morally, encouraging him to always treat others with kindness, to be a friend to all, to always lend a helping hand whenever the situation calls on it. And to respect women…because after all, everybody came from one. And Steve knows that he struck gold, considering the fact that he views you as an absolute queen.

You kiss King Steve back, humming in awe because of how natural his energy feels against yours.

It all feels very natural. Makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.

Your eyes widen in shock as you two look at each other, both stunned that a kiss was both of your initial, seemingly ‘platonic’, response to the news.

"Is it just me or is it just now hitting?" Steve questions. "We're having a kid together."

"It's just now hitting me too," you agree, the double meaning tugging aggressively at your heartstrings. "We're really doing this, Stevie."

“Our son.”

“Our son.”

———

“What happens when one of us finds somebody?”

It’s a talk you and Steve were due for eventually. But Steve is just as unsure, looking over at your pregnant silhouette standing at the foot of the doorway.

But with how beautiful you looked standing at the doorway, your silk, maternity night gown hugging all the beautiful curves of your body while you rubbed your belly that housed your very active kicker, Steve wasn’t even sure if he’d ever want to find somebody else.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he ends up saying.

He makes his way over to you, wrapping his gentle arms around your waistline, emitting his ever-growing love for you and the baby you two share.

“But if one thing's for sure, it's our son. Baby Harrington first. Before anything.”

“Baby before anything," you repeat the promise.

Steve’s lips graze your skin once again, an invitation and incentive to join him in bed — nuzzled up in the sheets and his warmth — so the two of you can soak in all the rest you possibly can before Baby Boy makes his entrance into the world.

Some bridges aren’t meant for crossing. Sometimes settling is the best option. And you don’t mind settling down. Because here, in Steve’s arms, it feels like home.

WEEK 38

An involuntary rush in your lower extremity stirs you awake. When you feel around to push the sheets aside and hobble to the bathroom, you’re stunned to discover your nightgown had become a raft, and that you’re laying atop your own unscented secretions. And you know it’s not piss. So if you didn’t pee…

Oh no, it’s happening.

You begin to panic.

“Steve!” you hiss, sitting up and pushing your partner awake. “HEY! Harrington!”

“Huh?” Steve mumbles, still half asleep.

“Get the hospital bag.”

“What?”

“Get the hospital bag, dingus. My water just broke.”

He shoots up. Still relatively disoriented, but now also horrified.

“W-what? Are you sure?! Does this… A-are you about to…”

“Yes! Grab the bag and start the car. He’s coming RIGHT NOW.”

While you slowly sit up to get your shoes and a robe on, Steve scurries to the car with your overnight L&D bag and purse in his arms. You reach over to grab your phone and charger, dialing up Eddie in the process.

It rings for a long time before he picks up.

“Honey, it’s 4 AM, what do you want?” Eddie grumbles.

“It’s time, Eds,” you sniff happily. “The baby is coming.”

The line is silent for a couple seconds, and for a while it’s like you can hear Eddie connecting the dots in his head. Alas, he speaks.

“HO-LY SHIT!”

*Click*. The line disconnects.

Steve holds your hand through it all. From checking into Labor and Delivery, to moving to your room, to breathing exercises with your bedside doula, check-ins with your midwife, and throughout the entire birthing process.

Not only is he nervous out of his mind, but he thinks you’re so beautiful.

"You know," Steve says in attempts to soothe you. "When I came out the womb, the nurse yelled "Oh my gosh! That's a lot of hair on a baby!"

You're too fixated on your breathing exercises to fully appreciate Steve's story. But you understand his sweet gesture, so you stroke his thumb with your thumb to let him know you're listening.

“I guess I had double the amount of hair than a usual newborn,” he continues. “And all the nurses were crowding around to get a good— OW OW OW! Watch the hand, watch the hand.”

The sudden level 9 contraction that shot through your entire stomach, causing you to scream in agony and beg for the epidural.

"JESUS, FUCK GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!" you plead desperately.

Steve kisses you softly on the forehead before going in to stroke your, very sweaty, hair. He was not going to leave your side. Not now, not ever. This baby — and you — are the best things to ever happen to him.

Thanks to yours and Steve's mindful prep, the birthing process was a smooth one compared to others.

But still pretty painful, nonetheless. For you, for Steve, for everybody involved.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Eddie sputters as he and Henry rush onto the unit with the baby's carseat and other miscellaneous belongings in their hands. "It's happening, it's happening. He's almost here!"

"I wonder," Henry pants, doing his best to keep up with his boyfriend. "If she experienced the Ring of Fire yet."

"What's the Ring of Fire?" Eddie questions him.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" your tumultuous screams sound down the hall directly from your room. Anyone would've thought someone was getting murdered in there, had it not been a hospital unit strictly for childbirth.

"That," Henry answers him.

---

"You're almost there, baby," Steve encourages you. "Keep pushing."

The epidural had finally kicked in and now all you had to focus on was pushing.

“I see the head, Mama,” your midwife announces, rubbing your knee as you’re struggling to push. “Keep going, keep going! Couple more for me.”

“FUCK!” you cry out doing your best to contract those muscles.

“There we go…” Steve soothes you as he strokes your hair. “Doing AMAZING, baby. That’s it…”

He strokes your thumb with his, a helpless look in his eyes as he watches you struggle. It’s clear that Steve doesn’t know what else he could possibly do for you, but he attempts to mask that belief. He couldn’t wait to spoil you afterwards. It’s what you deserve.

“Few more pushes, Honey,” your nurse says again. “He’s almost out. We got his shoulders now.”

“Oh god I’m gonna faint,” Steve says, evidently growing dizzy.

“Can someone get a wet towel for Dad?!” another nurse calls out. “And maybe some juice?”

“PUSH, PUSH!”

“PUSH, Honey!”

“ALMOST THERE, MAMA!”

“I can’t,” you cry out. “I can’t anymore.”

“You can do it, baby,” Steve encourages you, pelting the back of your hand with endearing kisses. “You’re doing such a good job, I’m so proud of you…”

Before you know it, the air of the hospital room fills with tiny belted cries, followed by relieved and adorn coos as the nurse catches your baby.

“0507, time of birth!"

“Oh my god,” Steve wails in excitement. “Oh my god, he’s here he’s out. We have a baby! You did it, Honey!”

Too exhausted to say anything you simply fall back, taking a few deep breaths in relief. It’s over, the baby is here. And he is healthy.

You feel a sloppy kiss land on your cheek. Steve ruffles your hair when you look his way.

“You did it, Honey.”

Everything happens so fast after that.

From what you hear, Steve was the one who cut the umbilical cord — and he was very adamant about having the pictures to prove it. The baby was then weighed and bathed, all the hospital data was gathered with permission granted by Steve.

And soon, after an eternity, your son is swaddled and soon returned back to you and ‘Dad’.

"Oh wow!" a nurse remarks. "This baby has a whole lotta hair!"

You and Steve immediately look to each other and burst out laughing. Just like his Daddy...

———

“How does that feel, Steve?” you ask him, eyes fixated on the absolute DILF in front of you.

“Amazing,” he coos. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

When all needs were attended to, it was finally time for ‘skin to skin’. You didn’t think it’d be possible to be both sexy and wholesome at the same time — until you saw Steve cradling your newborn, pressing him tenderly against his exposed chest so that their hearts can beat as one.

“Hi little man,” he sniffs. “I’m your daddy.”

A single tear falls from his face and splashes onto the blanket that your son was cocooned in. Steve pulls him in closer and kisses him softly on the forehead.

“I’m your daddy,” he repeats.

It’s everything he’s ever wanted. Steve’s legacy is about to begin and it’s all thanks to you. And from your hospital bed as you recover, you are able to snap some pictures of the two loves of your life, the first photos of many, of the family photo albums.

“Ugh, when did Steve get so hairy?” Lucas wonders as he sneaks a gaze into the hospital room.

“Right?” Dustin agrees, joining him beside the doorway. “I told him he needs to tame that jungle but he claims the ladies dig it.”

“I mean, look at Honey,” Lucas points out. She seems to like it and Steve knocked her up.”

“True but it wasn’t organic, you idiot,” Max mutters.

Love pours in from every wing of the unit. Soon all your family and friends start to arrive, as well as Steve’s family and friends. You’re spoiled with ‘congratulations’ signs, and postpartum care packages, and an array of foods that you couldn’t eat while pregnant (i.e. sushi, deli sandwiches).

And with your approval, Steve comes out of the hospital room, ready — and proud — to showcase your baby to the entire world.

“Everyone, there’s someone we’d like for you to meet,” Steve says, keeping his voice at a low murmur. “This is Benjamin Dean Harrington. Benny for short.”

You and Steve end up taking parental leave at the same time.

Your entire day-to-day consists of loving on and spending quality time with Benny. The diaper changes, the cuddles, the nursery rhymes, and everything in between. It’s impossible to think you’ll ever get tired of it. You and Steve have officially transitioned to Mom & Dad Mode.

Until Benny goes to sleep.

As the golden sun peaks in through the cream colored blinds, you feel Steve’s hand trail down your back and down to your ass to grab it. Releasing a soft moan, you lean into his touch, shifting your weight to one side of the mattress.

“Baby…” he moans into you.

“Should we?” your eyes twinkle. “The baby’s asleep…”

He chuckles into your neck, raspy voice sure to be the end of you if he kept teasing you any longer.

“‘m scared I’ll hurt you.”

“I’ll let you know,” you barter. “I feel ready.”

———

“Fuck, right there, Steve…”

You grip the sheets tightly as Steve rolls his hips into you, his strokes a delicious mix of pleasure and a challenging stretch. And as you bite into your pillow, your eyes rolling up towards the sky, he maintains the pace you love so much, drilling you in, simultaneously massaging your clit while his quenched lips tenderly suction themselves to the crook of you neck.

It’s your first time together, but it feels like you two have done this before. Your bodies are naturally in sync, knowing where your boundaries lie without needing any cues, and knowing exactly how far you both can take it. Daddy Steve, being the gentleman he is, has your entire body mapped out.

“God I love it,” your overstimulated self whimpers, chest to your chin, ankles dangling off of Steve’s broad shoulders as he rails you.

“Oh, I bet you do, Honey.”

His large hand encloses around your neck, thumb hovering over your lips as he fawns over your mewling, vulnerable body.

“You want my cum, baby?” Steve asks. “Want me to fill you to the brim huh? You wanna have my babies?”

“Yes, I want your babies, Steve,” you moan. “Want all of them.”

And as an orgasm spills out of you, Steve’s spills in, coating you with his warm release as you both unravel in the sheets.

“Holy shit, that felt so good,” you whisper, nuzzling your head against his chest. Steve grins from ear to ear when you kiss him on the chin. “Thank you for making me feel so safe and loved.”

“Well when you’re you Honey, you make it so easy,” he blushes.

Steve rests his hands on your ass again, giving it a faint smack. You bite your lip as he pulls you even closer to him. And as the sun sets, you know round two is on the horizon.

“Anyways, when ARE we having another one?”

———

author’s note: i’m noticing some themes with the way i write eddie smut vs steve smut. i totally write eddie as a rough dom and steve is def a soft dom. not complaining tho, those are my headcannons for them 🤭

divider creds: @silkholland , @elfbar-baby

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[asimpforthe80s]

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[comfortablynumb]

Okay but like I get it Eddie

Because trans fem Steve Harrington’s hot

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[sinfulserpents]

days gone by

(slight) steve harrington x henderson! reader 

warnings: s4 spoilers! violence, the upside down (usual stranger things shit), angst, mentions of billy :"(((

summary: six months after the events of starcourt mall, you can't help but feel more distant from your friends than ever causing your brother to take some much need action.

a/n: this may be shitty since its my first stranger things drabble in literal YEARS (i fact checked that, i haven't written properly since 2019). but anywhore i hope this is at least decent, its short and sweet but it’ll do the job.

Guilt was a funny emotion. 

In all honesty, you had nothing to feel guilty about. You were safe, your brother and his friends were safe and you all had saved the people of your town from horrors that would terrify them beyond belief. 

But you had also lost a lot in the process. 

Chief Hopper was presumed dead, Eleven had lost her powers which you relied on to keep you safe, and on top of everything Billy Hargrove had also lost his life to save El from the Mind Flayer. 

You weren’t quite sure why Billy’s death had affected you so much. In fact, you were certain that you should be crying over Hopper more than Hargrove since you never quite got along with the teenage heartthrob - which is why you ruled the feeling down to guilt.

Guilty that he sacrificed himself while you just watched. Guilty that you never took the time to get to know him under all his anger - to show him that he could have real friends. Guilty that the Mind Flayer got to him before he could even begin to fit into the world of Hawkins.

You hadn’t noticed the toll feeling that way had on you, not like your brother and your friends could see. Which is why you were currently trying to ignore them standing in the hallway to your bedroom, whispering about you to each other while you were curled up in your bed under a mountain of blankets.

“How long has she been like this?”

“In her bed or in a zombie-like-state? Because she hasn’t left her bed in a week and she’s actually starting to smell like a zombie.” Dustin’s familiar voice filled your room.

A familiar voice spoke up next, it was warm and full of concern. “Should we try to talk to her?” Steve Harrington.

Rolling your eyes, you heard Dustin begin to argue with him about how you weren’t actually the un-dead and would talk to him - describing in vivid detail about how stupid that question was. Heaving a sigh, you slowly lifted yourself up in your bed, the blanket falling from around your head to your legs as you caught sight of Steve and the group of kids.

Lucas was the first to notice your movements, slapping Dustin on his shoulder rapidly causing your brother to let out a loud “dude!” Before he also caught sight of you.

“Y/N!” He all but screamed, coughing to soften his tone as he rushed into your room. The others all stumbling in after him. “Steve was just saying that he would let us rent any movie from his work, free of charge-”

Dustin was cut off by Steve frowning as he quickly shook his head and was about to say no - only for him to stop himself when he noticed the looks the group was sending him.

“Right, yeah sure - any movie you want,” Steve conceded. “Did you want to join?”

A brief smile graced your lips at the exchange, so familiar it almost felt unnatural. Rubbing your hands over your face a couple of times, you simply shrugged in response which caused Dustin to erupt into ideas.

“I will let you choose every movie we watch for the next month, I’ll even let you watch Sixteen Candles every day if you want!”

Clicking your tongue against your teeth, you took in the hopeful faces of the group around you. Dustin who was eagerly bouncing on the balls of his feet, Mike who was fiddling with your stuffed toys while he watched the scene unfold, Lucas who just seemed happy to be included, and Steve who was awkwardly scratching his head as he smiled at you.

“Fine,” you reluctantly agreed. “But only if you also buy me complimentary fries and a shake.”

“Yes!” Dustin shouted, fist bumping Steve. “Anything you want. Right Steve, you’ll buy her anything she wants?”

“Me?” Steve’s eyes slightly widened. “Why me?”

“Because, you’re the only one with a job.” Dustin stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Plus collectively we all have like twelve cents.”

Steve shook his head at your younger brother, before he began ushering everyone out of your room so you could get ready - promising Dustin that he would buy you anything you wanted.

“Harrington,” you stopped him just before he shut your bedroom door. Steve tilted his head in question. “I promise not to run you dry.”

He chuckled. “Thanks Henderson. I’m glad to have you back.”

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[cyber-bunnies]

‎𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 ♡₊˚ 🐚・₊✧

sub!steve harrington x dom!fem!reader

✧warnings: petnames (puppy, baby), msub, fdom, kinda mean!dom!reader but not horrible, smut (oral f recieving, wearing pearls while eating pussy), use of 'mommy'.

✧a/n: don't mind me, just me and my mommy kink--

(not edited and no grammatical checks)

You knew something was wrong the moment he began fidgeting in his seat on the couch. He was always a desperate little thing, praying for your attention but never asked for it.

Manicured nails drifted on the side of your page, book open in your lap as you blinked lazily, gazing over to a very jittery Steve.

"What are you thinkin', puppy?" you ask coyly, your hand drifting up to meet his cheek, thumb moving in teasing circles.

"M-Mommy," he whimpers, letting his head drop to your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your middle.

You sighed in understanding, your sweet boy was feeling small, begging for a reprieve of the ache in his groin. You soothingly set a hand on his thigh, closing your book with the other and tossing it aside.

"What do you want Mommy to do, hm? Tell me how to take care of you, baby," coaxing fingers found his soft hair, playing with it in hopes it would elicit a response.

His fingers touch the peak of your collarbone, all the way up to your pearl necklace. He rolled them between his fingers, toying with them. His response was shy, "I want to taste you. B-But I wanna...--" he tapered off.

"You want to what?"

"Wanna wear your pearls when I do it," he muttered silently.

There's nothing like whispering a secret out loud, even to yourself, but you smiled.

"Why don't you strip for me, okay puppy?" you suggested, and he was eager to comply.

Opening your knees from your spot on the couch, you signaled him to kneel between them. He dropped to his knees, eyes soft and begging as he watched you reach behind your neck, unclasping your string of pearls and allowing them to slide off into your lap.

"Want me to put them on for you, baby?" you ask, and he nods headily.

With a gentle touch, the necklace was wrapped around and clipped behind his neck, allowing you to marvel at the beautiful boy kneeled in front you, playing with the pearls as he eagerly looked at you.

Leaning back on the couch, you spread your thighs, a finger hooked under the pearls, drawing him forward until he was face to face with your clothed pussy.

"Go on, puppy, take them off," you soothe.

It was a hasty blur of impatient lust as you were stripped of your bottoms, the pair haphazardly tossed to the side. He was practically salivating as he leaned in to you, your panties the only thing stopping him from tasting you.

A warm sensation spread from your core as he licked a long strip up the silk covering your mound, and you let out a sigh. He wasn't the only one who was feeling pent up.

Steve didn't have time to think before he was yanked up, inches from your face.

"Don't. Tease."

He was quick to beg for your forgiveness, kissing whatever he would reach, "I'm sorry. M'sorry mommy," he pleads.

Resuming previous position, he was quick to get rid of the silk, tossing them more meticulously so he could grab them later. He wasn't finished with them yet.

Big brown eyes looked at you as his mouth attached to your pussy, suckling it drunkenly. The movement of his tongue was sloppy but passionate, the swirling of his tongue against your clit making your muscles tense.

Grabbing your book and picking up where you left off, one hand held your book, the other wrapping itself in Steve's hair. Using his hair for purchase, as your eyes scanned each page, you ground his face against you.

He went pliant under your touch, his eyes closed since he started. His hands were resting around your thighs to keep him steady. As you turned your page, Steve's eyes popped open.

Before you knew it, his mouth detached with a lewd 'pop' as he scowled.

"What's going on, baby, are you okay?" you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

The book was snatched from your hands and tossed away, and before you could refute, he was diving back in, doubling down, going as far to add a finger into your tight cunt.

"Puppy! oh--oh fuck...," your sentence was cut from him adding another finger, thrusting them in and out of gummy walls.

His other hand was occupied with keeping your other leg steady, your other leg thrown over his shoulder.

"Fuck, yes, puppy, just like that. You know just how to make mommy feel so good. So good baby," you praised, and he lived for it, the compliments shooting straight to his cock.

He was moaning into your cunt now, hastily placed kisses placed to your clit as his fingers pumped faster with vigor.

"Oh my fuck, I'm gonna fucking cum soon, baby," you cried out, letting your head fall back.

"Look at me! Look at me when you cum, mommy," he begged into your folds, muffled by your arousal and his spit.

You picked up your head and your eyes met his, the coil inside you winding tighter and tighter. Your hand tightening in his hair was the only other warning you could get before you were thrown into climax, Steve holding you steady as you shook.

Puffed moans of his name was all he heard from you as his fingers steadied to a slower pace.

When the buzzing sensation disappeared from your body, leaving you in a relaxed headspace, you felt his lips trail up your chest and up to your neck, smothering you in kisses.

"Thank you mommy," and he was thankful, the hard-on he was sporting in his boxers a tell-tale sign of how thankful he truly was.

Your hand reached for his cheek, thumb smoothing over his cheek as he leaned into you.

"You did so good for me puppy. So so good," you smiled, wrapping a finger around the necklace and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss, his mouth covered in your cum all the way to his chin.

Tasting yourself on his tongue, you pulled away, "Want me to take care of you?" you asked, coy fingers sliding down his chest to his crotch.

He nodded his head, pouting. But even with a frown upon his pretty face, he was still your good boy.

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[ilovetulips]

steve harrington x fem!reader

steve harrington has a crush on you, and he’s terrible at hiding it. short n’ sweet. i’m so sorry for not being active,, expect great things soon

steve likes to think he hides his crushes well. well enough for nobody to notice. not robin, not nancy, and especially not you. he takes care into every word that leaves his mouth, concealing his happiness whenever you speak to him.

calm, cool and collected is his motto. everyday he follows this to avoid exposure. he finds having a little crush fun, harmless even. but he didn’t know that you knew. and he didn’t know that you feel the same way.

you walk into the rusting video rental store for your shift, paired with non other than steve this morning. “mornin’ y/n” calm, cool and collected. he makes a mental note to pat himself on the back.

“g’morning steve.” you smile, strolling straight past him and into the back room to clock in. the smell of your shampoo hits steve’s senses ever so slightly and he has to stop his knees from giving out right then and there.

when you return, your vest now atop of your floral blouse, he once again has to regain control of his knees.

calm, cool and collected. the red blush on the tip of his nose that he was completely unaware of was the complete opposite of this statement ‘motto’.

“bet you it’s not gonna be busy today.” the boy says, leaning forward on the counter with his arms. you do the same, only leaning backwards on the small of your back.

“whattcha betting me, harrington?” his head turns back, hair flopping widly before he turns around and copies your posture. bingo.

while he thought he was being the most subtle guy in the world, you had a list of things that made you almost positive steve had a crush on you.

1. he masked your posture. telltale sign.

“heyyyy, steve.” your shift not starting yet, you decided to sit in the small canteen for staff. your legs stretched out and your arms crossed.

“holy— y/n. scared the shit outta me.” he pulled out the chair opposite you on the small table.

“sorry! i got bored so just decided to wait in here.” you apologised. his arms crossed over his chest.

“you’re like some freaky ghost. you’re everywhere.” his legs stretched out infront of him as he spoke. the smirk on your face disguised in a laugh.

2. his feet pointed towards you whenever you sat in a group. always.

“did you just steal my fries?” your shocked face turned towards the culprit next to you.

“dunno what you’re talkin’ about. did anyone see me take her food?” eddie raised his hands in the air, feigning innocence.

“not me!” “i didn’t!” “what food?” your friends chimed in unison.

“you’re all traitors.”

steve smiled at your words. “what’re you smiling at, harrington?” his eyes widened slightly before he responded.

“nothin’.” his smile turned into that of a guilty person’s as he reached down into his lap, his hand returning with a few fries he happily shovelled into his mouth — a few missing and falling on the floor.

you looked down in shock at your falling fries, their grease coating steve’s shoes. his feet were facing you, which wouldn’t have been odd except for the fact his body was facing a different way and he wasn’t sat directly infront of you.

you made sure to remember that.

3. everytime you weren’t involved in something, he wanted to know absolutely everything about why not.

“hey guys! where’s y/n?” steve stopped in his tracks. you rarely missed group outings, which let his steve-senses tingle at the fact something was clearly wrong.

“mmm i think she’s sick. nance said something like that. i dunno.” eddie was twirling his hair, not really paying attention.

“hm? oh, yeah. said she wasn’t feelin’ good and she couldn’t make it.” nancy chimed in, sipping her drip and sinking into the sofa next to her boyfriend.

steve’s shoulders tensed. “what kinda sick? like throwing up or just a cold?” he sat down, his leg bouncing.

the girl huffs out a laugh at the state of his panic, “she’s fine, steve. just a bit sniffly. calm down.”

calm cool and collected. totally the opposite of what he was right now. shit. was he being obvious?

and of course, nancy phones you to give you a debrief of the night - including steve’s concerns and constant questions throughout the night.

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“whatcha thinkin’ about?” slow day was an overstatement. you had served one customer in the 2 hours you had been there.

“hm? oh, nothin’.” you replied, words rolling off your tongue yet the blush staining your cheeks said otherwise.

you wouldn’t have paid such close attention to his behaviour if you didn’t like him. of course you were flattered by the revelation, who wouldn’t be?

“okay. who are you thinkin’ about then.”

you whip your head around to meet his eyes. “huh?”

“you’re blushing, y/n.” your eyes widened.

“no.” he laughs at your response.

“yes.” there is that pink blush on the tip of his nose. he leans down to your level.

“steve?” you look up at him. the pink turns to a shade of maroon.

“hm?”

“i know you like me.” the blush spreads across his whole face, and you wouldn’t be exaggerating if you said it spread to his hands too.

“i- no- what—“ he’s a stuttering mess. it’s cute.

“steve.”

“hm?” he gulps.

“i like you too.” you smile sweetly, and he thinks his heart cries out with joy.

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[aestheticaltcow]

Married Life

Steve Harrington x Reader (technically self-insert but like barely lol)

Just a little fluff starring my favorite Hawkins resident.

Meeting you in college was the best accident Steve had ever made. He’d gotten lost in the main building while looking for his actual class. You sat in the front row of the lecture hall, nose in a book, waiting for class to start. You hadn’t noticed Steve until he sat beside you; you shot him a grin and returned to your book. He casually glanced in your direction throughout the specialized sociology elective. He was enthralled and knew you’d be the next Mrs. Harrington from the moment he saw you.

Your relationship started like any classmate dynamic; he’d asked to borrow a pen or if you knew the time. He’d ask to copy your notes or borrow a piece of paper. By mid-terms, he’d worked up the courage to talk to you about anything other than sociology. “Hey, Y/N, do you wanna study together sometime?” Steve suppressed his overwhelming urge to squeal when you'd agreed to it. 

The two of you sat in the library, reviewing notes for approximately 10 minutes before diving into more interesting topics. He took mental notes of everything you’d said you enjoyed; he’d causally start bringing you coffee or snacks. There was something about Steve you found intriguing and after months of friendship and a string of bad dates on your end. Steve gathered the courage to ask you on a real date. You agreed Steve was a nice guy and wasn’t ugly- or weird. It was a simple first date; the two of you went to the movie theater on campus, and then he walked you back to your dorm. After that, you were hooked.

The two of you seemed to do everything together. He’d walk you to class and drop you off at work. He was always willing to spend time with you even if it was 'inconvenient' for him.

He challenged your point of view, and you challenged him as well. He didn’t understand why you’d chosen to major in sociology but loved how you lit up when you spoke about it. 

Going to Hawkins for the first time was interesting. You hadn’t known about Steve’s high school reputation but were thoroughly amused at Robin’s retelling of embarrassing story after embarrassing story. His parents adored you fresh out of the gate; you saw his Dad pull him aside on your last night. While you hadn’t heard what he told the young man, you noticed how his face had lit up. As you were getting ready to return to school the next day, you had to find out, “He told me to marry you because a woman like you is a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence.”

After graduation, you and Steve finally rented a small apartment together. You had both landed jobs you loved, and everything was perfect except for one thing. Your last name…

Steve wanted to plan the perfect proposal. He spent months looking for the perfect ring and asked every woman in his life for their opinion. After buying what he hoped would be your engagement ring, he had to figure out how to ask you. A romantic weekend away? A simple but elegant dinner date? At the beach? Or at a park? He thought he had a perfect plan, but one day, you two were walking through a parking structure trying to find his car, and it was the moment. Steve stopped and fished the ring box out of his jacket pocket. You turned around when you realized Steve wasn’t beside you anymore. 

“So this wasn’t what I planned on doing, but, Y/N, will you marry me? I know we're in the middle of a fuckin’ parking lot, but this is what I want. I want to be with you forever; this may be the least romantic or special way to propose to the woman of your dreams, but it feels right.” you laughed at first, but as he got down on one knee, you realized he was serious. “Yes, Steve, I would love to be your wife.”

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[steves-male-wifey]

Steve Harrington x Male!Reader Headcannons Part 2

Part One

A/N: Hello! I made a part two of Steve with a Male!Reader! I decided to divide it into different parts because it was too long hehe

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- When Dustin finds out that Steve is dating someone, he’ll ask Steve why he never heard about them. He’s a bit hurt ngl. Bros tell each other everything. 😔

- He’ll be a bit closed off torwards you at first but he’ll get along with you eventually. If you share the same nerdy interests as him, he’ll get along with you a lot quicker.

- Sometimes Steve would invite Dustin to hangout with both of you. Now both of you have to take care of him. Steve likes to joke about how you guys are both his dads now. You don’t mind babysitting the other kids.

- When Steve introduces you to the rest of the party, they’re also a bit hesitant like Dustin but they still treat you as their new friend. If you know how to play D&D they’ll invite you to their campaigns.

- Steve is a bit worried when you join them because he really doesn’t want you to get hurt. Convince him that you’ll be fine and you want to protect him too. He’s gonna melt right there. 😳

- Nancy was a bit surprised that Steve has a boyfriend but that doesn’t stop her from wanting to meet you! She has heard him talk about you from time to time. She wants to know how you two confessed to each other, where your first date was, how it went, etc.

- You, Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan like to go camping together. Telling each other stories while eating smores around the campfire. Jonathan took photos of the whole trip and gave some photos of you and Steve for memories.

- Steve’s really happy to see you get along with his friends. Sometimes they’ll tease Steve about how much he loves you and will jokingly yell “gross” or “get a room” when you guys kiss.

- You guys love to visit each other at work a lot. If you visit him when he was working at Scoops Ahoy, he’ll give you free ice cream! In return, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek or his forehead when no one is looking. Of course, Robin notices it and you can hear her snickering in the background lol

- When Steve got his job at the video store, he’ll sneak some vhs tapes in his bag for your movie dates. If no one is at the store, maybe you two could makeout in the storage room? Haha… jk…unless?

- Steve is often the “protector” of this relationship. He’s always looking out for you and making sure you’re not hurt. You should take care of him too!!! He needs affection too! HUG HIM! HOLD HIM! TELL HIM EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE OKAY!!! My man is touch starved 😤

- He doesn’t like that he has to tone down his affection torwards you in public. Hawkins is a town filled with close minded people. You guys need to keep it on the down-low.

- Steve promised you that one day, you guys will move out of this place. Where you two can share a home far away from everyone else. He’s been saving up money for his dream that’ll soon come true…

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If you are also a writer, i am literally begging you to write more of him too pls LMAO

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[kotomori]

Random Steve Harrington headcanon that just popped in my head:

What if Steve actually knows alot more about his friends' nerdy interests than he let's on? Eddie with his metal music, Dustin and Lucas and the rest of the boys with DnD, Lord of the Rings, anything that he has outwardly shown he had no knowledge of or interest in throughout the series. What if he was alot more informed (cultured, if you will) than he let's others believe?

Now this may be a strange thing (heh) to consider because, you know what's the point of that? But just hear me out...what if the reason why he pretends not to understand is just because he loves to hear the people he loves the most talking about the things they love the most? Steve is treated like hes an idiot, but we as the audience have seen that hes alot more observant than he lets on and often is able to spot things that no one else does (i.e, he was the only one who heard Dustin's voice in the upside down and saw that strange aura coming from the light in the ceiling) Steve overall is a good friend to those close to him and even if he isn't as obsessed over the things that they are, he still takes an interest in knowing why they are so important to those people, and as such seeks to gain a little knowledge of his own. There's little he loves more than just seeing one of his kids just need out in front of him because he loves that they have something that makes them so happy and shows that even after everything, they can still act like children.

Also I can just imagine Steve being a little shit with his secret knowledge from time to time (hes gotta have fun too) and one day while Dustin and the others are just mid rant about the latest Hellfire campaign he just slides in and completely stuns them by showing that he really does know what they are talking about and has been able to keep up with the conversation the entire time. I can actually see Max of all people knowing what he was doing from the start and just finding it hilarious.

Another scenario I can see is Steve accidentally giving himself away while hanging out with Eddie when he just zones out and starts absentmindedly singing along to whatever music Eddie is playing, despite claiming he never heard it before. He realises after a moment that Eddie went really quiet all of a sudden and just turns his head to see the metalhead looking at him surprised before the biggest, brightest grin just appears on his face.

"I knew your taste in music wasn't completely hopeless, Harrington!"

When Eddie asks him why Steve pretended not to know what was, he just tells him the truth, not seeing the completely lovestruck expression on the others face as Eddie realises that King Steve Harrington was just the worlds biggest sweetheart.

#stranger things #stranger things headcanons #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve harrington headcannon #steddie #eddie munson #steve stranger things

[nathanielzalexandria]

There are so many fics where Steve's mom is a former beauty queen that now I can not get out of my head this headcanon that he spent his youngest years as a pageant child that always won until his farher said pageants are no place for real men (and/or he list his first pageant) and thats when his mother starts to pull away and start travelling with his father more.

And that explains why he's so particular about his hair and the reason he dresses in all those "safe" clothes and even why he's called "King Steve". And the reason Steve is such an arsehole jock is that he is trying to prove to his father how much of a man he is (but he also misses being pretty)

(And then one day Eddie and Robin are digging through his things one day and find all his old crowns and sceptres and trophies and realise how literal King Steve was)

#fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #head canon #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington headcannon #headcannons #steddie #fanfiction thoughts

[madelynraemunson]

so ummmm where are the boxer!steve fics?

💳 💥 HAND EM OVER

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[annikin-annotates]

Can you write something sickly sweet with Eddie Munson? My heart hurts so much after volume 2.

'86 Baby!

Eddie Munson Fluff

A/N: AU where Eddie lives and has a lovely graduation and is no longer vilified.

Content: Fluff, that’s it. Because that’s what we deserve.

Word Count: 593

You sat in a crowd of a few hundred people, the hum if indistinct conversations from all around you borderline deafening. You hated this place but today was a happy occasion, today you got to see Eddie graduate, it had been a long road to clear his name but between Hopper, you and the rest of the party managed it. You looked over to Dustin, Mike, and Wayne who had the same ear to ear grin as you did to be able to see your partner graduate after all the hardship; after almost dying. It wasn’t long before they started naming names off the roster, “Edward Munson” Principal Higgins spoke into the microphone on the podium.

You couldn’t help but leap from your chair “’86 Baby!!” you yelled, throwing a hand into the air, Eddie copied your gesture. Before doing exactly what he always said he was going to do, he snatched his diploma, flipped Higgins off and ran like hell. To which you and the two other boys copied, hauling ass out of the gymnasium, down the hall and out the building. You smiled at him completely enamoured with the man who stood in front of you. Eddie grabbed your hand pulled you into a kiss, it was soft and passionate and sweet like honey. He pulled back taking a few breaths, as were you, you stayed like that for a moment, taking in each other’s features. Like how after he kisses you, his eyes stay closed for a moment as if he never wanted the moment to end. Or how when the light catches his eyes they glow like fiery amber or warm honey catching the rays of a summer afternoon. How his lips form a pout when you pull away, like he can’t fathom being more than a foot from your Prescence anymore.

You were pulled out of your love drunk stupor by two awkward coughs “Can you two save that until you take us both home? Jesus Christ” Dustin gagged, causing you to let out a laugh that Eddie thought was nothing short of a melodic masterpiece. “Alright alright, come on you two get in the van and I’ll take you back to Dustin’s” Eddie responded, slinging an arm over your shoulders, and kissing your cheek. The four of you piled into the van and began the trip to Dustin’s house, the boys chatting away happily, listening to music on the way home. It gave you a chance to reflect on everything that had happened the last few months.

You had no idea that any of this would have turned out the way it did, but you were happy that it had. You were happy that you had gotten to Eddie in time, that you set those got awful bats alight before they had a chance to do any more damage. Both you and Eddie had been in rough shape coming out of the upside down, but you both survived. Eddie had survived, and that was enough for you.

“What are you thinking about?” Eddie’s voice broke the silence, your head snapped in his direction then to the back seat to see that both boys were gone. “They said goodbye, but you were off in your own world, do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, seemingly already knowing what you were thinking about. You shook your head “I’m okay, I just want to go home with you.” The words came no more than a whisper. He simply nodded, pulling out of Dustin’s driveway towards your apartment.

Towards home.

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[pappydaddy]

the three times she wanted him to react + the time he did (s.h.)

a/n: this is a request for a steve harrington x fem!reader where she would tease him until he finally had enough and kissed her. i decided to try that trend that was popular not that long ago on here where it was the 'the ____ times _____ and the one time they did' thing. this also might not be that good, i've been in a bit of a slump... anyway, i hope you like this lovely anon!

tv show/movie: stranger things

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested

loosely based off the song: buttons and react by the the pussy cat dolls, but listening is not necessary, i just thought of the songs when i heard the request

synopsis: y/n teases steve constantly, trying to get a rise out of him and he always says he's going to do something but never does. until one day she doesn't listen to his warning.

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- not my gif -

 Steve, poor innocent and unsuspecting Steve, was leaning against the counter of Family Video. With his eyes looking up at the girl across the counter from, his elbows digging into the countertop. The air between them was hot with tension, her pink-tinted lip was tucked between her teeth, her address scrawled on a scrap piece of paper, her fingers ready to slide that piece of paper towards him. He was so close to securing another date with an actual girl - he was finally coming out of his Scoops Ahoy-induced slump. 

  The distant ding of the store’s door opening was ignored by them, the sound of her heels muffled by the carpet as she sauntered towards them. A sly smile stretched across her red lips. She loved messing with Steve, especially now that he’s been getting so much female attention. Robin claims it is because she harboured feelings for Steve (which wasn’t wrong) and was jealous. While she did have feelings for the fluffy haired former graduate, she liked to think she was not a jealous person - she was too hot for that. 

  Seeing Steve completely absorbed in his conversation, not even noticing her entrance, made her smirk grow. “Oh, Steve,” Her sweet voice ceased the conversation, pulling the girl's attention away from the former heartthrob of Hawkins. Steve, on the other hand, allowed his eyes to flutter closed briefly, preparing himself for what was about to happen. “I barely recognized you outside of your little Sailor costume,” She cooed as she squeezed herself behind the counter, sliding up close to Steve, her fingers picking at the outfit he wore and his work vest. “You looked so cute in it,” She spoke fondly, looking over at the girl, reaching into her purse and pulling out her wallet, pulling a polaroid out of one of the crevices, showing the picture to the girl. “See, isn’t it just adorable!” She gushed as the beet red Steve attempted to snatch the picture from her. 

  “Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were-” The girl stammered, eyeing the picture as Y/N slipped the picture back into her wallet. “Already involved,” Her eyebrows jumped as her pink lips pressed together. “I’ll, uh, leave now.” She tapped the bottom of her fist against the counter twice before awkwardly walking towards the door. 

  “Wait! Anna, no,” Steve called after her, rushing around the counter as Y/N giggled to herself, completely pleased with the destruction she had just caused. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Y/N watched as he caught up to the girl as she was pushing the door open. “She is not my girlfriend.” He shook his head, his brown hair flopping perfectly with the movement, resting his arm on the doorframe. 

  “She has your picture in her wallet, I misread the situation.” The girl insisted, a red tinge emerging from her pink blush caked cheeks.

  “I have more pictures if you want to see them! Not as cute as the Sailor one though.” Y/N called over, earning a glare from Steve who proceeded to attempt more damage control. 

  “We are seriously not dating, Anna, she’s just a really good friend-” 

  “It’s really okay, Steve. You don’t need to save my ego,” Anna sucked in a breath, pushing the door open even more, the bell dinging from the action. “Besides, I’m not really into people who like to dress up as sailors.” With that, she pushed her way out of the door, leaving the defeated Steve to slump over slightly. 

  Cocking her head, Y/N watched as he made his way back towards her, his head bowed and his hand tracking through the luscious locks. “Well, she was nice,” Y/N commented, earning another glare from Steve who just simply flicked his brown eyes up to look at her. “But anyway, I came here to return this.” She shrugged, pulling the movie out of her purse, letting it flop onto the counter. 

  “You ruined a potential date for me just so you could return a movie?” Steve asked, vaguely annoyed. She knew he couldn’t be completely annoyed with her, it was part of her charm. 

  Nodding, Y/N hopped up onto the counter, crossing her bare legs over one another, shimmying slightly to pull her skirt down. “I didn’t mean to break up your flirt fest, that was just a bonus,” She informed him, watching as he walked behind the counter, coming to stand at the computer beside her. “I was just bored and this movie is due in two hours so I decided to come see my little Stevie.” She cooed, her hand plopping down on the top of his head, ruffling his hair as if he was a pet. 

  “Buzz off, L/N.” Steve muttered, batting her hand away from his hair as he typed away at the computer, returning the movie for her. She pouted, not noticing the way his cheeks flared when she called him Stevie. 

  “Oh, come on, Stevie. You can’t be mad at me,” She pushed herself off the counter before she shuffled around behind the counter, looking at everything behind it. “I mean, you were going to ask her on a date, get her address, go on the said date, maybe hook-up with her if her parents weren’t home, then never call her again,” She rambled, rolling her wrist absentmindedly as she talked, eyes looking at a sheet of new movies they were expecting to get in. “Besides, she said she didn’t like people who dress up as Sailors, you don’t want to be with someone who judges you for who you truly are, do you Sailor boy?” She clicked her tongue, eyes shining with mischief as she looked back at him, the tip of her tongue pressing into her red painted top lip. 

  Steve glanced back at her before immediately looking back at the computer, pretending to continue working on her return. “I don’t dress up as a Sailor anymore, I burned that uniform as soon as Starcourt burnt down.” 

  “Sure you did, Stevie,” She pursed her lips, patting his shoulder as she walked by. “You can tell me anything you want, but remember,” She looked back at him as she walked around the store. “I am the person who saw it folded up in your drawer a week ago.” She smiled sweetly, picking up a random movie from her favourite section. 

  “You’re seeing things, L/N,” Steve shook his head. “I don’t have that dorky costume anymore.” He insisted stubbornly, but Y/N only smirked, knowing that she actually did find the uniform folded neatly in his bottom drawer when she was being nosey last week. 

  “Just admit that you like to prance around your room and pretend you’re a Sailor, Steve,” She slid the movie across the counter towards him, her voice dropping as she leaned down on the counter. “I’m the only one here and I won’t judge. Who am I to stand in the way of someone’s true passion and dream?” 

  With that, she slid a ten dollar bill across the counter as she whirled around with the movie in hand. “Some day I’m not gonna let you open your big mouth, L/N!” Steve called to her retreating form as he processed her rental. 

  “I’ll be waiting for that day, Harrington!” She responded instantly, not even looking back at him as she pushed through the door, but he could hear the victorious smirk in her voice, 

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  The little dinner was packed full of people as Robin and Y/N talked quietly between themselves, absentmindedly swirling their sodas with their straws. “I’m telling you, Robin,” Y/N rested her hand over her friend’s as an act of comfort. “She likes girls. She bought a Tracy Chapman cassette and The Eurythmics last week. Not to mention her love for Madonna and Cyndi Lauper that extends way past their music.” Y/N recounted the interaction she had with the apple of Robin’s eye at her job - the local record store three minutes away from Family Video. 

  “A person’s music taste does not dictate their sexuality, Y/N.” Robin reminded, still downcast. Heaving a sigh, Robin folded her arms on the table, slumping down until her head rested on her bent elbow. 

  “I know that, Robin,” Y/N rolled her eyes. “But she was buying them to replace horribly ruined cassettes that looked like they were played every minute of everyday. Plus, have you seen the copy of The Color Purple? Very well used.” She remarked, eyebrows jumping as she took a sip of her soda. 

  Robin sat up, half her bob dishevelled from laying on it. “I have to admit,” She pursed her lips, nodding her head slightly. “That was more definitive proof than what Steve gave me. He keeps pointing out that she loves Fast Times and The Hunger and saying that proves she’s into girls.” She huffed. 

  “Well, in all fairness, those are good indicators,” She nodded. “But don’t tell him I told you that!” She warned, shooting Robin a threatening glare which she paid no mind to.

  “Don’t tell who what?” A voice approaching them startled them. Looking up, they found Steve standing there, curiosity shining in his brown eyes as he looked between them, hands on his hips. Y/N’s eyes dipped down to his grip for a split second before flicking back up to give him a scowl. 

  “None of your business, Harrington. Shouldn’t you be finding a table for your date,” Y/N quipped, defensive of her agreeing with him. Him knowing she agreed would severely undermine her upper hand in their relationship. “Or did you already strike out?” She bemused with a shit-eating grin as she folded her arms on the edge of the table, pleased with herself. 

  Steve levelled her a glare that made her smirk grow. “Ha ha,” He drawled. “For your information, L/N, I’m ten minutes early.” He informed her, crossing his arms over his chest, widening his stance as he puffed his chest out in pride. 

  “And I highly doubt this will be your last time coming early tonight!” Y/N exclaimed, laughing along with Robin as they high fived. Steve simply snarked out a fake laugh, nose wrinkling and his eyes glaring at the smirking girl - eyes trailing her mouth as she closed her lips around her straw. She didn’t seem to notice as her eyes gleamed from her most recent dig at her fluffy haired friend who happened to be in a trance. 

  “Steve,” Robin slammed her palm into his bicep, startling him. “I think your date’s here.” She jabbed her thumb over her shoulder at the Dinner entrance making the pair look over, seeing a cute blonde with teased hair pulled into a half-up half-down side pony standing there, looking around. Y/N cocked her head to the side, looking her up and down before the girl laid eyes on Steve. She was cute. With her blush coated cheeks and jean jacket and skirt combo matched with white sneakers and bunched socks. Cute, but not for Steve. 

  Shaking her thoughts, she shot a sly smile at Steve. “Better go, I need to know what time to mark down, try to shoot for a new record tonight, Stevie.” She winked.

  “Mark my words, L/N, I will shut that stupid mouth of yours up one of these days.” Steve nearly growled lowly, but Y/N just smiled up at him, blinking innocently with a smartass smile on her lips. 

  “You keep saying that, and I’m still waiting for that day, Harrington.”

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  “What are you doing here, Harrington? Reminiscing on the days you could actually please a woman?” Y/N clapped Steve on his shoulder as she came up behind him, startling the poor boy. Blowing a bubble out of her gum, she walked around him, hands sliding into her jean jacket pockets. Her eyes sparkled with the usual glint and Steve couldn’t help but notice how nice they looked in the setting sun. 

  “I’m waiting for Dustin to get out of his stupid Hellfive Club-” She cut him off with a loud and obnoxious pop of her gum bubble.

  “Hellfire Club.” She corrected, mouth working to reel her gum back into her mouth. Steve tried his hardest not to look, swallowing thickly as he rolled his eyes, looking out into the parking lot. 

  “Whatever, it’s just a stupid club.” He muttered, kicking at the loose chunks of pavement that hung around the school. Y/N cocked her head, raising her eyebrows at the older boy before narrowing her eyes. Steve glanced at her, confused by her silence as she studied him, a smirk slowly growing as she connected the dots. 

  “You’re jealous.” She remarked, standing up straight as she basked in her glory, looking a little cocky. 

  Steve pushed himself off of where he was leaning his side against the side of the school, looking at her like she had lost her everloving mind. “What-” He spat, shaking his head. “I am not jealous. Why would I even be jealous of a stupid club?” His voice came out high and squeaky as he adamantly denied her assumption. She would say he was denying this harder than the sailor uniform incident. 

  “Maybe because Dustin has another father in his life other than you? Or maybe you’re the mom in this situation.” She hummed, pretending to contemplate the family dynamic of Dustin Henderson’s adopted family. 

  Steve rolled his eyes at her dig. “Whatever, L/N, believe what you want, but I am not jealous that Dustin found Edwin.”

  “I know you’re old and hard of hearing, Stevie, but his name is Eddie,” She corrected him, earning a small “like it mattersI” from Steve. “And, try not to have a premature heart attack at this news, but he’s older and a little bit cooler than you as well. Not to mention the hair-” 

  “Hey, I have the best damn hair in town and you know that.” Steve defended, gesturing to his perfectly styled hair. Y/N had to admit, his hair was the best hair she’s ever seen. Something about his locks lured her in, little voices in her head telling her to pet it - to run her fingers through it. Hell, she even wanted to gently tug it.

  “Oh, wow. Who knew that all this time, all I had to do is make a comment about your hair to get you all riled up,” She remarked, amused with his reaction as she tried not to think about the oddly attractive mop of hair on his head. Who knew hair was such an attractive feature? “If I knew that, I would have used it a hell of a lot more.”

  “I would like to see you try to say something else about my hair.” Steve scoffed, but his words had a bite to them. Something that told her not to try to mention his hair in her little game. But, that’s what she wanted. She wanted a rise from him. She wanted him to react. To do something about her comments. It might be masochistic, but she wanted him to get so mad, so upset with her teasing that he finally confronted her. She didn’t want the nice Steve anymore. She wanted the Steve that would grab her and push her against the wall in order to stop the teasing words from falling off her lips.

  “And what are you going to do to stop me, Fluffy?” She clicked her tongue before pressing the tip to her upper lip, trying so desperately to get him to jump her right there. He took a step towards her, closing the already short distance even more. One more step and they would be chest to chest. Then, even just a shuffle closer, their lips could meet-

  “Shut your smart-ass mouth for once and for-all.”

  “You keep saying that, but I’m starting to think you’re all bark and no bite, Harrington,” She remarked with the cock of her head, hoping he would lunge across the small space and press his lips to hers - allowing him to taste the mint gum she had been chewing. It looked like he was about to retort, but the slamming of the school door followed by the familiar giggling of Dustin made him shut his mouth and move his eyes off her. She slumped, defeated slightly before turning on her heel. “I better go, Robin is going to be done band practice.” She muttered, wandering off the same way she came from, heading off in search for the Hawkins High Band. 

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  Sauntering into Family Video, VHS tape in hand, Y/N was pleased to see it empty. ‘While Steve’s working? Fantastic!’ She thought with a smirk. The smirk grew into a full-blown smile when she saw that the bored-out-of-his-mind Steve didn’t notice her presence despite the bell over the door dinging obnoxiously. He just sat there, back turned to the door but angled enough that she could see that he was spinning an elastic around the counter with his finger, other hand holding up his chin. “I would like a refund,” She announced, slamming the tape down on the counter. “My date paid more attention to this damn movie than me even though the employee guaranteed the shitty-ness of the movie!” 

  Robin emerged from the backroom, curious about the commotion. Steve jumped, scared by the sudden emergence of another person. Whirling around, eyes widened in fear, Steve let out a breath of air when he saw it was just her. “Don’t know what to tell you, maybe he was just too into horribly made action movies about bombs that destroy clothes. Real winner there, Y/N,” He remarked, returning the movie for her - sans refund. “Why did you get The Naked Bomb anyway?” 

  She sighed, walking around the counter and hoping up onto the stool Steve had previously occupied. “Well, I had this date with this guy-” That was a complete lie, she sat on her couch with her cat. “And I really just wanted to do him while the movie played in the background so I had to have a crap movie-” She didn’t see the way Steve’s eyes narrowed in jealousy at her story. “And you know, you can’t have a good movie if you want to get freaky so I got that.” She gestured vaguely to the movie Steve had just put in the return pile. 

  “Interesting.” Steve grumbled, leaning against the counter. 

  “You actually might know the guy I went out with,” She pointed to Steve as her face lit up. “He’s tall, but not like over six-feet, probably about your height. He’s got killer taste in clothes and girls - obviously,” She added the extra point, pointing to herself. “Oh, and he has really good hair. Maybe even the best hair in Hawkins. His name is Eddie-” She felt bad using Eddie as a pawn when she had never actually held a proper conversation with the boy. “Anyway, enough about my hot date, did you have a date, Stevie? Or did the drive-in girl leave ya stranded at the drive-in, Zuko?” She pressed for details of Steve’s latest date. 

  “That’s it, I am never letting you rent out Grease again,” He shot back, not looking at her as he shuffled with the return pile. “But, the date ended after the movie. I drove her back to her house and that was it.” 

  “You know what it was, Stevie,” She hummed, a devilish smirk on her face. “It’s the hair, it’s just not as fabulous-” Her words were cut off suddenly by a force landing on her lips. She squeaked, wide-eyed as she looked forward. The only thing she could see was Steve. His closed eyes and tilted head as he kissed her. She could feel his lips against hers, the pair of them moving against each other. She didn’t even know her own lips were moving until she finally came back into her body. Sighing, she all but collapsed into him - her arms weaving around his shoulders as she rolled onto the balls of her feet, tilting her head as the kiss deepened. 

  As cliche as it sounds, Y/N could swear that it was like the Fourth of July with all the fireworks exploding behind her eyelids and throughout her body. Under her skin, in her stomach, in her mind. She had never been kissed quite like this and now, she understood all those romance books and movie lines. With Steve’s body flush against hers, his hair tangled in her fingers, his tongue massaging against hers in an intimate dance - she had left her body once again. Her essence was flying high like Peter Pan in the Disney movie flying around the Darling’s room.

  She felt his tongue and lips pull away, but only slightly. The weight of his lips still pressed against hers, but Steve’s lips moved against hers in a different way as he spoke. “I told you I would shut that mouth up.” He muttered before pushing his mouth against hers full force once again, almost knocking her over from the force but she didn’t care. Instead, she kissed him back with the same energy (and slight excitement-fueled aggression).  

  “Excuse me,” Robin yelled, her hands physically separating the pair. Remaining in the heap of tangled limbs, Steve and Y/N looked over at her - breathless with swollen lips. “I am overjoyed that this-” Robin pointed between them. “Happened. Maybe even happier than you two, but maybe we should keep the store floor of Family Video PG?” She suggested, shrugging her shoulders.

  Just then, the bell above the door dinged as a family of four wandered into the store, both parents holding a small child’s hand. Robin gave them a pointed look, warning them to keep their hands off each other for the time being or go to the backroom. Y/N and Steve simply looked at each other, soft smiles growing on their still swollen lips. “I’m glad you finally shut my mouth up.” She whispered, still breathless. 

  “I’m glad you said something about the hair again.” He replied, leaning in again to press a softer, more innocent kiss to her lips. Y/N hummed, leaning into him just in time for Robin to hurl a pencil right at them, hitting Steve square in the back, making him pull away with a squeak of surprise. 

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[porchlightfairy]

Hii! Was wondering if you could do something with Steve Harrington and reader. Like they’re basically exclusive but they haven’t put a label on it yet so one day they come onto that convo and Steve’s like “wait I thought we were exclusive?” So readers like “you haven’t asked me nothing” and so Steve makes a big gesture and asks reader to be their gf.

here's a little blurb I was able to get out. I hope you enjoy it.

• ◦˚ஐ˚◦ •

Steve cared about you deeply. Anyone could tell you that. He was a kind gentleman that held the door open for you, drove you to and from work, and would bring you flowers because he was thinking of you. However, he never did say that you were his one and only; his girlfriend.

He had not used that word with you ever and that was fine. You were not going to wait around for him to do it either. You were an independent individual and you didn’t need to wait around for him to tell you what you were.

He promised to pick you up after work from the diner today. Your shift was coming to a close and there were a few people to take care of before your shift ended. There was an old couple at a table, a group of truckers in a booth, and one man at the counter. You do your rounds to each and stop at the man pouring him another cup of coffee. He smiles at you, “You have eluded me this entire time, miss. I just want to know what you are doing this weekend.”

“Working, probably. Why are you so worried about what I am doing?” You cock an eyebrow, a smile creeps across your face.

“Well, I think you are pretty and you haven’t said no to any of my other questions so I was wondering if I asked you out for the weekend what you would say?”

“Hmm, what would I say?” You lean against the counter, “I think… I would say—” The door chime rings and your eyes dart to the door to see Steve. He looks between you and the man and goes to sit at the other end of the counter, “I’ll have to get back to you on that.” You slip away and walk over to Steve.

His eyes were glued into the menu and his grip was tight on the paper. You tap the top with your pen and lower it slowly, “Hey there handsome,”

He smiles, “Hey, I’ll just have a hot chocolate.” He only got a hot chocolate when he was upset. You purse your lips and write it on the ticket. “Right away. Anything else.” You waited for him to ask for some sugar. He would ask for some sugar and you would give him a little kiss.

However he doesn’t ask, “That’s all.” You frown before walking back and begin to make the hot chocolate. While it’s being heated you give the other two tables their bills and stop by the man one last time. “That was your third cup, sir.”

“One more?” He bites his lip

“I’m off the clock soon, sir.” You look over at Steve, “And my ride's here so I can’t be waiting.”

He clicks his tongue, “A shame. Lucky guy.” He flashes a wink and pays before leaving a tip and walking out of the diner.

You bring over the mug of hot chocolate and drop in two big marshmallows, topping it off with whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. “Here you are. It’s on the house.”

Steve looks up at you and smiles, sliding the mug to himself. He stirs up the cup, “Who was the guy over there?”

You shrug, “I didn’t catch his name. Why do you ask?”

He shrugs, “You looked… comfortable.”

“Is there something wrong with being comfortable?”

He swallows hard then shakes his head, “No, no, I just thought that we were… y’know.”

“I know what? I don’t think I do, actually.” You did, but you wanted to hear him say it. The word.

He looks up at you, “I thought we were exclusive. I was your boyfriend.”

“You are. Maybe one of many.”

His face wilts, “Of many?”

You laugh, “I’m just kidding.” You grab his face, “You are my one and only boyfriend, however, I could have more if I wanted. You never said this was exclusive.”

His eyes widened, “I didn’t?” You shake your head, “I’m sorry, I guess I got swept up in being with you I didn’t officially ask. I just thought that maybe…” He takes a drink from the hot chocolate, “I always thought you were my girlfriend. My one and only girlfriend.”

“Are you trying to make this official Mr. Harrington?” You lean against the counter.

He laughs, “Would you like to be my girlfriend? Can we be exclusive?”

You smile and lean further, capturing his lips in a kiss, “Of course I will, handsome. You’ll be my one and only.”

Steve looks up at you and smiles as you pull away. He kisses you again. “My girlfriend.”

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[cyber-bunnies]

𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘂𝗿𝘀 ♡₊˚ 💐・₊✧

steve harrington and his flowers<33

✧ warnings: fluff, child mention.

✧ author's note: can't tell me he wouldn't smother his partner with floral masterpieces--

Steve likes to consider himself traditional when it came to his romantic gestures. Picnics, Drive-In's, but if there was one thing he liked giving most, it was flowers.

Any occasion, any reason, any time. I'm not kidding.

He makes it a point to come up with the most gorgeous, meaningful bouquets he can. Along with touch, gift giving is one of his love languages, so he makes sure every gift has meaning.

Your birth month flower is definitely something that you would be receiving often unless you explicitly explain that you don't want it.

Birthdays, anniversaries, job promotions, holidays, any excuse to get you some fresh cut flowers.

Since he's been getting you so many, he gets a vase collection going for you. Beautiful pieces of colored glass and clay, each one carries meaning and he loves seeing which one you choose each time you decide to display the garden he always seems to be getting you.

Valentines Day is a different ball game.

"Steve, where am I supposed to store all these roses? These aren't all going to fit in the dining room."

You had just gotten home from an extravagant dinner for the day of love, and when you had gotten home, you were welcomed with the largest collection of roses you had seen at once.

"You can spread 'em out, put them in all your rooms?" he suggests, giving you his puppy dog eyes before you finally gave in.

Your entire house smelled like roses for weeks

Becomes good friends with the owner of the flower shop, consulting with them so often they would memorize his regular order.

Will never let them wilt, as soon as they start to drop and lose their color he takes them out. Always on flower duty in this house.

Ends up buying books on flowers and their meanings, uses it as a little game that you can decode, gifting you a similar book for a birthday. It's a little mystery you get to solve and makes it all the more endearing.

dad!steve would absolutely pick dandelions with your child to give to you.

"Mommy! Look, daddy and I picked flowers!"

Steve stood proud of himself in the kitchen doorway, hands in his pockets as small hands gifted you a small cluster of sun-yellow flowers, the stems still sticky from it's picking.

"Thank you, sweetheart, I love them," you smile, putting them in a stray mason jar on the counter and giving a sweet kiss to their cheek.

"Do I not get a thank you either?" Steve pouted, sticking his bottom lip out in playful pity, walking up to you and tugging you in by the hips.

"How could I forget, thank you Mr. Harrington, for these lovely flowers," you say giving him a quick kiss.

"Ewww!" was all you heard as a pair of little feet scuttled out of the kitchen.

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