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pappydaddy · 9 months

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right behind you (s.h.)

a/n: once again, ignore the title please! i suck at titles sometimes! but this is a surprise fic because i heard that it was one of my lovely moots birthdays today! and i know they have been going through a really hectic time in their lives right now so i wanted to put a smile on their face! especially since this moot has been with me since like day one of my blog and their continued support has been a godsend!

so, without further ado, here is your surprise birthday fic @the-weeping-author! i was kind of stumped for what to write for you, but i know how much you love eternal flame so i figured i would make a prequel to it for you! i hope you love it lovely! and a big happy birthday to you! 💛

tv show/movie: stranger things | pairing: steve harrington x fem!wheeler!reader

not requested

prequel to eternal flame

synopsis: steve protects y/n, showing he will aways be right behind her and will always have her back.

warnings: spoilers for season 2 (kinda) | violence | billy being billy | blood mentioned | fluff sprinkled in

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The fall of King Steve didn’t bother Steve too much, particularly because he realised that the “King Steve” personna was not all that it was cracked up to be. And, because he had more important things in life then popularity. Y/N Wheeler being one of them. He had always noticed her. When she was sitting in the cafeteria with her friends or walking around the parking lot at school. Somehow, he never realised why he would always notice her. Not even when he was dating her sister last year or when he had rescued her from the demogorgon before he even knew what a demogorgon was, had he realised. It wasn’t until they were in that junkyard with a gaggle of kids, beating off a herd of demodogs. He remembered the moment so clearly.

He was out there by himself, a stupid decision on his part, surrounded by creatures straight from his nightmares. He had failed to notice one creeping up on him, belly to the ground - ready to pounce. He could hear the creek of the bus door being forced open, the startled calls of the kids behind him. His heart was beating too loud to hear what they were saying, his bat wound up. Whirling around to yell at them for opening the door, his words died in his throat when he saw the demodog spring from the ground towards him. A scream ripped from his throat as he stumbled backwards, falling on his ass, his eyes wide.

Just before the creature landed on him, another body side checked it, causing it to fall to the dirt with a thud. Breathing heavily, Steve looked up at his saving grace, seeing Y/N standing there, another bat raised high in the air as the demodog jumped back up, growling at her. The moonlight rained down on her like a spotlight from where Steve sat on the ground. In that moment, he swore he could see a halo around her head. “Steve,” She yelled, eyes never leaving the demodog as it stalked towards her. “What the hell are you doing,” She cried, snapping him back to reality. “Get your ass up! You might as well be bait if you’re just gonna sit there!”

A loud snarl ripped through the air as the demodog lunged at her before a loud thud was heard followed by a yelp. Steve’s eyes landed on movement from the shadows, seeing a monster emerging, their stomach low to the ground, their weird petal-like lips ripping in silent growls. His eyes widened and his blood ran cold when he saw it was headed right for Y/N. “Watch out!” He yelled, springing up from the ground, his hand grabbing his bat from the dirt beside him. In one fluid motion, he pulled the bat back and aimed it right at the creature, the nails embedding into its head.

“There are too many, Steve,” She yelled as the demodog Steve just shook off the hit, its skin regenerating from where the nails dug into its skull. “We need to get back on the bus,” Her chest rose and fell in panic, their backs hitting each other. For a second, it was like the electricity her touch sent through Steve’s body electrocuted his brain, stopping all brain activity for a moment. “Steve!” She yelled when he didn’t respond in any way.

“You run for the bus, I will be right behind you!” Steve ordered her. He felt her back leave his, a sign she wasn’t wasting anytime to follow his orders. He responded equally as fast, whirling around to see her converse covered feet touch the bottom step for point five seconds before she launched herself into the bus.

“Steve!” She yelled, launching him into movement. His sneakers beat against the loose dirt, creating a cloud around his feet. He could feel the thundering footfalls of the monsters behind him. So much adrenaline was rushing through him that he blacked out, unsure if his feet even hit the steps of the bus before the door was being slammed shut, his body curled up by the seat, his head somehow landing on Y/N’s lap.

Breathless, he shifted his head, looking up at her. Equally as breathless, she looked down at him. Her face had a few smudges of dirt on them, her hair tangled. “I was right behind you.” Was the only thing he could manage to say as the sight of her this close to him took the little breath he had away from him.

Right now, as he watched her float down the hall, totally engrossed in her conversation with her friend from her science class, he could care less about no longer being “King Steve” knowing that he was the reason he wasted so much time not loving her. Sure, there were questions in his head before the junkyard incident about his feelings towards the Wheeler girl, but he was with Nancy - her twin sister (another thing he was kicking himself for). He just viewed every moment leading up to the destruction of “King Steve” as a waste of time when he was not worshipping the ground she walked on. A waste of time where he could have been holding her, not Nancy who boosted his popularity.

Closing his locker, he watched her as she made her way through the busy halls. She was so completely unaware of his eyes on her as she chatted happily about her upcoming summer plans. Steve secretly hoped she would frequent his new job at an ice cream parlour in the new Starcourt Mall. He wanted to see her in sundresses, standing at the counter as she waited for her ice cream cone. He wanted to see her eyes light up when she talked. He wanted to see the different outfits she pieced together. Jean shorts and a band shirt, a skirt and a blouse, or any combination she thought was comfortable for the heat of the day.

A commotion further down the hall pulled him from his daydreams, seeing it was coming from the mass of people Y/N had just disappeared into. Hoisting his half empty bookbag higher onto his shoulder, he rushed through the crowd, his heart hammering in his chest as the worst possible scenarios rolled through his head. The sight he saw did nothing to calm his racing heart, in fact, it probably made it worse.

There stood Billy, standing high above the crowd as he smirked down at Y/N, his tongue darting out to flick over his bottom lip. “If you want me to move, you need to make it worth my while, Sweetheart.” He winked at her. Steve could see he was resting against her locker, his blue eyes looking down at her as if she were another challenge. Another notch in his belt once he got his way.

“I would rather stick my hand in the bin of gym socks.” Y/N sneered up at him, her chemistry and biology books clasped to her chests. Steve could see the way she pressed them to her, her fingers gripping them so hard they were turning white. She might appear like she wasn’t scared of Billy, but Steve could see her fear. Especially after their interaction with the Hargrove boy this fall.

“Hey, Hargrove,” Steve’s voice boomed, pushing through the growing crowd as he marched towards the newly appointed “King” of Hawkins. “Just move and leave her alone,” He suggested in a way that told him it was not a suggestion. “Go find some other person to bug.” He waved the taller boy off, pushing him back in order to stand between Y/N and Billy, making sure Billy got to him first.

“Aw, look at this, your bodyguard is back, Wheeler,” Billy smirked, his blue eyes lighting up just like they did that night, but just like that night, Steve wasn’t backing down. “Remember what happened last time, Harrington?” Billy asked, his thumb swiping along his jaw as he set it, showing his defined muscles.

From behind Steve, Y/N gulped loudly, her hand reaching up to rest on Steve’s shoulder. Steve wanted so desperately to turn around and comfort her, but he knew how Billy played. He played dirty and the second Steve turned his back, he would strike when his defences were low. “Steve, I don’t want you getting hurt again-”

“Yeah, listen to her, Steve,” Billy said mockingly, stepping closer to the pair in order to intimidate Steve. “Walk away before I hurt you again.”

“You have a better chance of getting taken down by a 12-year-old girl again than of me backing down, Hargrove.” Steve informed him, his nose flaring dangerously. The two guys glared at each other, neither of them saying anything else as their jaws ticked. Everyone could feel the tension as they stared into each other’s eyes, waiting for the other one to back down or throw the first punch.

Knuckles cracked and teeth ground together as the hall fell silent, everyone waiting for the familiar sound of a fist connecting with someone’s nose. Gasps filled the hall when the sound finally came followed by a string of curses leaving Steve and Billy’s mouths. “Steve!” Y/N cried out in shock, she threw her books to the side, grabbing the back of his shirt to yank him back. With him out of the way, she could see Billy on the ground, his nose leaking blood like a broken facet.

Mummers filled the hall as everyone started talking about how Steve finally won a fight with only throwing one punch. “Are you okay,” Steve asked Y/N, his voice raspy. She gave him a look as she grabbed his hand from where he clutched it to his chest. “Hey,” Steve called gently, bending down slightly, his hurt hand slipping from hers to grasp her chin between his pointer finger and his thumb gently. “Are you okay?” He asked again, brown eyes pouring into hers.

“I am okay, Steve,” She answered him, pulling his hand from her chin to inspect it. “You didn’t need to punch him, you know.” She told him, eyes flicking up to meet his before dropping back to his blood stained knuckles.

“He was bugging you, of course I had to,” Steve shrugged, winching when she pressed on one of his knuckles lightly. She gave him another look, earning a sheepish smile from him in return. “I’m always right behind you. I always have your back, Y/N.” He confessed in more ways than one, wishing he could just actually confess. Perhaps, if he performed more kind gestures, she would finally see how he feels about her.

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 2 years

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You smile walking back to Steve's car, you see a really nice rock.

You drop Steve's hand to pick it up.

It has goldfish specks that glimmer in the light. It's a light gray colour and reminds you of the good in the medicocre.

"Babe," he sighs.

"I got you a rock," you smile as he puts it in his pocket and resumes holding your hand.

"You love me right?" You ask.

"Yes, why would you think I didn't?" He replies very concerned.

"Then skip," you reply as you start skipping .

Steve groans but starts skipping.

This was what happened every day. You always talked Steve into a stupid shenanigan.

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billyhargrovesslut · 11 months

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Steve Harrington

Imagines

In Time

Terror And Worry (+ eddie munson)

Ghostface

My Little Sailors ( + Robin Buckley)

Oneshots

Short Series

Preferences

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader imagine #yandere stranger things #yandere stranger things x reader #steve harrington #stranger things smut #steve harrington x reader angst #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington preferences

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morganbritton132 · 1 month

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What did Dan want?!?

Dan, knocking on the Munson’s door: The HOA says that your car need to be parked in your garage. Not the driveway.

Steve: Dan, not even kidding right now. I will beat you to death with a rake.

#Dan could say or do anything and Steve will hate it #He’s fully convinced Diane is a spying on him but he still prefers that over Dan #and for the record: that’s not in their HOA. they just can’t park on the street #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington

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kurtkankle · 11 months

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Ladies and gentlemen, your captain, Steve Harrington.

#I’d set sail on an ocean of flavor with him any day #jk I prefer Tammy Thompson #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fruity four #steve harrington #steddie stranger things #fruity four #stranger things steve #steve stranger things #robin buckley #robin and steve #steddie

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iveseenstrangerthings · 1 year

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more than friends - a steve harrington imagine

summary: a real fluffy imagine after writing angst for the past few, best friends turns to lovers. Reader is teased about their close relationship with Steve by a jocky asshole, so Steve decides to do something about his feelings. both are obviously pining for each other but just don’t know how to do something about it!!

word count: 3.3k

warnings: really cringe asshole male talk about female character (inappropriate sexual remarks) & swearing.

thanks @urfriendlywriter for the friends to lovers confession prompt!!! <3

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“Alrighty class, notes for the biological study are on the blackboard, you have the full hour to complete this. I expect everyone to have the practical experiment done, and their write up started by the bell. Am I clear with that?” Mrs Peters stands with her hands on top of her blooming belly, slightly leaning against the desk with her hip.

The class grumble a response and Mrs Peters smiles, nodding. “I’ll float until my ankles hurt,” She starts, hinting to her swollen pregnancy ankles and gets a murmur of laughter in response, “Off you go!”

The equipment is already lain out for you and your lab partner, Brad. He stands awfully close to you as you sort through the different brightly coloured flowers scattering your table. You have a feeling you’ll end up doing all the work, with Brad copying everything down in the last ten minutes.

“Jheez.” Brad whistles under his breath as the class volume raises to the sound of students discussing their impending flower dissections. “Wonder who the lucky bastard is that gets a ride on her.” You turn to face him, your insides screaming with utter disgust, he motions his head to Mrs Peters and slides his eyebrows up and down.

“You’re disgusting.” You say to the white peony that you’ve set out for your first dissection. Brad hears, and just laughs to you. He takes that as a joke, as a compliment, and it disgusts you even more. “Can you start to take the petals off those,” your eyes flit to the five other flowers laid out in a neat, colourful row, “and make notes on their type of pollination?” A tinge of annoyance already lacing your voice.

“Their type’ah what now?” He sits picking the petals off roughly, not following any of Mrs Peters prior instructions, and that fills you with rage. As someone who excels in school and wants to do well, your lab partner pairing feels like someone, somewhere, wants to torture you. You realise that it’s going to be easier, and less painful, if you just do it. Just crack on with the lab practical and let Brad sit there and sniff the pretty petals. “Can you get high on this stuff?” He says, his nose dotted with a tiny bit of pollen from where he dug it into the centre of the flower.

You widen your eyes and nod enthusiastically, “High as a kite.” You confirm, sarcastically, and his eyes glow back at you. Jesus...

Time passes and you’re in your element, investigating stigmas and anthers up close under the microscope, adding to your quick diagrams of each part with brief, but helpful, notes. Ones that Brad will no doubt copy from in due course. He’s sitting, like an impatient child, folding and tearing the petals he picked off earlier. The only time he’s made an effort so far is when Mrs Peters made her rounds and he came to stand by you and ‘make notes’ on your observations, only to sit back down again and scribble in the margin of his notebook when she slunk back away.

“Harrington shown you a good time yet, huh?” Brad’s voice breaks the silence between the two of you and your cheeks flush a deep red as you squint through the lens of the microscope. A thick glob of saliva forms under your tongue which you swiftly swallow back. “Come on, we’re in biology... can we not discuss things like that?”

You lift your head from the lens and look at him. His face is expectant, expectant of your response, hoping for a bite back, and he calmly crosses his arms over his chest. Your cheeks are still firing up, your vision goes slightly blurry for a short while as white-hot anger burns up inside you. After glaring at him for some time, you return to your position at the microscope.

Before you could realise, he’s bumping your arm with his and leaning down to speak to you, not even the beautifully intricate flower beneath you is giving you any sanity. “If he’s too much of a pussy to do it, let me show you what a good time is really like.” He’s so close you can feel his breath warm your ear and send shivers down your spine, feeling like it’s hitting every vertebrate on the way down.

“Steve and I are just friends.” The more uninterested you seem, the more likely he is to give up on his pursuit and just shut the fuck up. Or so you’re hoping.

He scoffs, “Pfft.” His tongue creeps from his mouth and licks his bottom lip, “Friends with benefits? C’mon. I ain’t stupid.” He goes quiet then you feel a soft tickle forming down your spine, Brad’s finger. Then, his breath back in your ear, “Bet he doesn’t know your sweet spots.”

You shoot back from Brad, holding your hands up, like you’ve been scolded with a hot iron, “Okay. That’s it.” You charge from your station down to the front where Mrs Peters sits, grading papers. “Mrs Peters.” You say, quietly now that you’re down here, not wanting anyone to hear your conversation. In your hands, your fingers tremble slightly with the adrenaline of the conversation you just had. “I would like to request a change of lab partner.” Your voice comes out strong and confident but your face paints a different picture. “Please.”

Mrs Peters looks behind you, at your now half empty desk, and to Brad who sits and moves stems and petals around the table into a phallic shape. He grabs the attention of the pair in front, who seem displeased at the childish distraction. She raises her brows in his direction, when he meets her glare, his cheeks flush a light pink, and he rearranges the flowers into the muddle they were before.

“Say no more, sweet pea.” She says with an exasperated sigh, shuffling papers to pull out her seating plan. You look over as she pulls a pencil from her pot and pats her lip with the eraser. “Eleanor’s in need of a partner.” She says, tracing over the spare seat on her plan, “That sound good?” Mrs Peter’s kind eyes meet your own and she offers you a sincere smile.

“That would be great.” Your heart leaps with relief.

“Finish up there for today, you can move on Monday. He can stay with me.” As you make your way back to your desk, Mrs Peters calls out from hers. “Brad Norton.” The class falls silent, her usual sing-song voice has turned cold, stern. “I don’t recall asking you to make penises with your pretty little flowers. You can stay and do your lab work, tho-rough-ly,” she sounds out each syllable in the word, the veins in her neck protruding with distaste at her student, “with me in detention.”

The classroom remains quiet as you find your seat and complete your notes. “Bitch.” Is muttered venomously from next to you and you’re unsure if it’s directed at you or Mrs Peters, but you’re past caring.

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On Friday nights, you and Steve like to walk from school to the diner which flickers welcomingly in the dark winter light as you approach. As usual, you take to your table which is located in the corner of the diner. It is cosy. You love coming here, especially with Steve. It’s a time that you can spend together, just the two of you, have a burger, have a milkshake, and just catch up on the week. You adore your Friday nights with Steve.

Now, you’re leaning against the comfy backing of the squishy diner chair, the fabric crinkling awkwardly as you get yourself comfortable. You’ve both cleared your plates, smears of ketchup and dustings of salt lie in remnant of what was two full plates of burgers and fries. Gluttonously, as your stomach feels heavy with the greasy food that you adore, you continue to gulp your milkshake.

“I heard Brad Norton got a detention today in bio.” Steve finishes dragging his last fry through a dreg of ketchup before placing it into his mouth, laughing at the new conversation topic. You simply roll your eyes and let the milkshake freeze your back teeth before swallowing.

“He’s an asshole.” You retort, swirling your straw around in the thick, creamy drink. Your eyes stay fixed on the pink substance in your glass, watching the small particles of ice slowly melt the more you stir. “I’ve switched partners, finally. I asked Mrs Peters to move.”

“Really?”

You nod, your brows furrowing. “Uh, yeah. I don’t fancy sitting and getting creepy back strokes from him for the rest of the year.”

Steve sits back against the seat, “He did what?” A surge of jealousy, and anger flits through him and you can see it flash across his eyes, a change so subtle you feel proud you noticed. He knows that would’ve made you uncomfortable and he knows where Brad usually goes on a Friday night, he runs over the possibility of going there and beating the shit out of him, but quickly decides that would be a terrible idea. “Is that what he got his detention for? Being a creep?”

You laugh slightly, “Close.” You take another gulp of milkshake. “He was making dicks out of the flowers.” You realise you’re talking to your milkshake and not to Steve, he’s noticed too and realises there’s more to this story than you’re letting on. He knows you too well.

“You sure that’s all he did?” He knows not to push things with you, but the feeling is bubbling up inside of him.

You toy with the idea for a moment. Tell Steve, let Steve get angry and potentially make your favourite night of the week awkward? Or, don’t tell Steve, enjoy each other’s company and go from there?

You’ve both been close to sharing your feelings with each other on multiple occasions, sat in this very booth. The diner must have an aura that allows you to become content with your feelings with one another, almost becoming more than friends. The diner is where you’ve shared feelings, ranted about shitty weeks, shitty dates; cried into milkshakes over the clear downfall of Hawkins. But it’s also where you’ve brushed hands as you reach for napkins, letting your fingertips linger a little longer than is necessary. It’s where you’ve held eye contact as you talk about things that interest you, the other listening with intent adoration. His eyes glisten as he listens to you discuss another biological theory that you love talking about with him, his lips curling as he listens intently and marvels at your passion and drive for science. You return the active listening as he discusses the trips to the Upside Down, watch little pieces of him break apart as he cracks open his memories of things he tries so hard to supress, but keep creeping back into his consciousness.

So, with all that in mind, you decide to tell him. “He quizzed me on whether you show me a good time.” You blurt out, placing your milkshake down and folding your arms onto the table. “said he would show me a good time, said he knew my sweet spots. Basically, he spent the lesson trying to get into my pants.”

His face is a picture of disgust, his eyebrows furrowing so deep you think they’ll knit together. “I promise you; he is one of a kind.” He holds his hands up in defence, “We are not all sex crazed lunatics who like making people feel uncomfortable.” His features soften and he looks over to you, taking in your features as he likes to here. They look softer in the glow of the luminous light that hangs above their window, the streetlights casting a yellow tinge into the corner where you sit tucked away. “I’m sorry he made you feel like that.” His voice is sincere.

You shake it off with a whip of a hand, “Shall we get out of here?”

He nods, leaving the money on the table. “Come back to mine? We can watch a movie.”

As you stand to straighten yourself up, you smile back at him warmly, nodding gently at his offer.

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Warm waves of air circulate out of the heater placed by your feet as you sit in Steve’s basement on the couch, watching a new film Steve rented out. You haven’t really been paying attention, you’ve been more interested in gradually moving your limbs inch by inch closer to Steve’s, your breath hitching as you feel him doing the same. Soon enough, you’re sat with your arms pressed against one another and your leg is resting comfortably against his.

“Can’t stop thinking about what that asshole said to you.” His voice sounds weird after not talking for so long, the only sound being the grumbling heater and the soundtrack of the film playing out in front of you.

You rub his arm gently, sighing, “Stop thinking about it Steve, he’s not worth it.”

“No, I know.” He’s quiet for a while again, the flickers of vibrant colours on the screen lighting up his features and your eyes travel around them all. He feels your eyes on him and leans to pause the TV, the sudden cut of sound making the room feel too quiet. Your breathing slows, waiting for him to start the conversation again. Sheepishly, you slowly pull your hand from his arm, suddenly feeling awkward having left it there for so long. He turns his body so he’s facing you and you scoot back a touch, propping your arm up on the back of the couch and leaning your head against your palm.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You probe delicately, you can tell he has something whirlpooling in his mind.

He shakes his head, smiling coyly. “Just thinking.”

“About...” Your hands tumble over one another, hinting for him to go on.

“You.” His bluntness makes your stomach squeeze tight, as if you’ve just dropped from one of those free-fall rides at the amusement park. His face remains unchanged, his eyes studying yours. “Thinking about you.”

Slowly, you take a deep breath in. Unaware you were holding it in the first place. “Why me?” Annoyingly, your voice comes out as quiet as the hum of the heater, almost inaudible to someone who wasn’t trained in on the conversation. Suddenly the room feels warm, and you realise this could be the time to have the conversation you’ve been longing to have.

“’Cause I think about you all the time.”

You’d hoped all this time that he does just that.

And he does, he thinks of you when you aren’t there, when he’s lonely, when he feels sad, when he lies awake at night wishing he could turn over and feel the warmth of your skin against this. Wishing he could spend the night with you in a blur of heavy breathing, lustful kisses and soft moans. Wishing he could tell you how much you mean to him afterwards, holding you close whilst you both catch your breath and settle into the sheets in a dream-like state. He’s realising now how close he is to having all of this. To having you. If you want him, that is.

“I know you feel what I feel.” His voice is low and his hand travels to rest just in between the two of you, like he wanted to commit to holding you but got scared half-way and changed his mind.

A speckle of heat rests on your cheeks. “What is it that you feel?” Again, your voice is quiet, and you feel the pulse thick and fast, the heat rising up your neck from your chest.

He clears his throat. “I know we both enjoy the time we spend together, as friends. But I don’t wanna be just friends anymore.” Silence settles over the pair of you, but you know that he’s not done yet, so you wait patiently for him to continue. “You make me feel so comfortable and you always know how to cheer me up, when to give me space, when to distract me from whatever’s going on...”

Hairs on the back of your neck prickle as the tingling sensation of adrenaline courses through your body. He continues, “I hate the fact that even assholes like Brad know there is something between us.” He sighs softly but carries on, “The fact that we haven’t even done as much as discussed how we feel, yet he’s happy to make degrading sexual comments to you about us.”

You nod along in agreement. “I know.” Suddenly, your whole body feels drawn to him and you slide back along the couch, shuffling down into his side and placing your head in the crook of his neck, resting your arm over his stomach. This feels right, you think to yourself happily. “I love spending time with you, too. I have loved growing close to you these past few months and I-”

He lets his arm fall around your shoulders and he cuts you off, “Wait.” He insists as you feel his other hand come to rest gently against your neck, his thumb resting lightly against your jaw. “Look at me when you say it.” With his hand still resting on your neck, he gradually guides your face up so that it’s inches away from his own. His eyes travelling lazily over your features he’s grown to know so well before locking in with your own.

Inside your chest, your heart is hammering wildly. Never have you been this close. Never this intimate. “I want to be with you, Steve.” You quietly admit, although it’s not much of a shocker. A smile forms on his lips, which have now moved ever so close to your own. Impatient and running on adrenaline, you close the gap between the pair of you and bring your lips together. His hand stays firmly on your neck, his fingertips gradually gripping the hair at the nape of your neck as your fist grasps his t-shirt as the kiss intensifies.

The months of longing are finally coming to a head here and now as you are both desperate for each other. Not just in a sexual longing, but an emotional and physical intimacy longing, too. You can feel yourself getting lulled further into the kiss as his tongue searches for your own.

After a few moments have passed, you both pull away gently, chests slightly heaving as you both work to catch some of your breath back. You rest your forehead against his and brush your nose past his, moving back to give him a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “What do you say then?” You can see the happiness radiating across his face, the creases by his eyes and the soft pink glow gives it all away. His thumb traces across your cheek, “You wanna give us a shot?” He says.

Nodding, you reflect the same happiness glow that Steven is portraying. “I wanna give us the best shot.”

Satisfied, he takes his hand back from your face and you feel how hot your cheek has been under his touch. He holds you close to him as he reaches back down to play the movie. A couple minutes later, he clears his throat. “And, if ‘Brad’” He uses air-quotes around his name, “Or any of his asshole friends wanna make any comments to you again, I’ll drop those motherfuckers.” He point blank says as his eyes follow along with the scene playing out in the movie before you.

The sudden threat from Steve brings a laugh out from you and it fills the room. Your shoulders shake as your laugh intensifies; he gestures his hands towards the TV. “Hey, do you mind keeping it down? Trying to watch a movie here.” He tuts and shakes his head playfully before resting it on top of your own, tracing his fingertips over your arm so that tiny goosebumps raise on your skin. A couple of minutes later, you find your breathing rising and falling at the same time as Steve’s, your eyes fall softly closed as you’re lulled into a light sleep, cocooned under the blankets and Steve’s arms.

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angelicmunson · 2 years

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sleepover // the boys

✩ pairing: eddie munson x reader, steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader, jonathan byers x reader

✩ word count: 1k

✩ outline: pretty self explanatory, just soft sleepovers with your bf

✩ authors note: these got longer as they went on i’m so sorry!!!

eddie-

“m’tired, ed’s” you mumbled against his shoulder, the horror flick he picked was still playing even though both of you were half asleep. he hummed, the arm that was around you tightened as he spoke “spend the night baby, don’t want you driving right now” he said it so casually that you didn’t think twice about saying yes. eddie turned the tv off as you got up and stumbled to his bedroom, him following right after. you ungraciously flopped onto his bed which made him chuckle. “i don’t think your jeans will be comfortable to sleep in, here,” a tshirt was flung onto your stomach. you walked down the hall to change and by the time you got back, eddie was comfortably in his bed. he smiled softly as he admired you wearing something of his. you crawled in beside him, welcoming his arms as they wrapped around you. “goodnight hon” you whispered. his lips found your head after he mumbled his own goodnight.

steve -

you sighed as you threw the last beer can in the trash bin. how could five people drink so much, you thought. you could hear your boyfriend saying his goodbyes to your friends as he shooed them out the front door. “aaand they’re gone!” he announced with a grin before coming up to wrap his around you. “i think we hosted our first game night pretty well huh?” he asked, which made you nod. “i’d say so, no broken game pieces or spilled beers considering you and robin are so competitive.” steve rolled his eyes at your teasing. “i am exhausted though.” you couldn’t have agreed more. if it wasn’t monster hunting, it was school and work taking it’s toll on your friend group. “c’mon baby,” you started up the stairs, knowing he’d be right behind you. a perk of having absent parents was that they constantly left him home alone, giving you two free reign. you were the first in bed, steve simply needed to have his shower or his hair wouldn’t look right in the morning. you really tried to stay awake for him, but you just couldn’t. you felt the bed dip and him moving around for a bit before he finally settled. a quiet “love you, angel” was the last thing you heard.

billy -

worrying about billy was second nature at this point; especially when it came to him and his dad. the moment he crawled in through your window and you saw the purple bruise on his cheek, you knew it was a bad one. “what happened?” we’re the first words out of your mouth. “i don’t get a kiss or i missed you first?” his signature smirk covered his lips and you could just tell it hurt to move his face like that. you sighed as you reached up to graze the bruise, his hissing made you pull away with a frown. “it’s nothing out of the ordinary, sweetheart. he was getting in max’s face and i couldn’t take it anymore.” he pulled you into his chest when he noticed the tears in your eyes. “i’m alright, i’m here with you now aren’t i?” you managed to nod against him. “you’re spending the night tonight.” billy tensed up and you knew what he was going to say. “my parents are away for the weekend, lake house with my aunt and uncle.” you explained. he shrugged, “if you insist.” you were quick to make dinner for the two of you and after an episode of cringey late night tv, you were ready for bed. you don’t think you’d ever get used to seeing your boyfriend shirtless. you left to the restroom for two minutes to brush your teeth and in that time he managed to strip down to his underwear and position himself on your bed. “people usually sleep under the covers, baby.” you couldn’t help but giggle at him. “oh i know, just wanted to give you a nice view.” he winked before getting properly situated. you wasted no time in pulling him into you, his head on your chest. if there was one thing billy loved, it was you playing with his hair. he sighed in content and only held onto you tighter. “thank you.” it came out soft, but you heard it.

jonathan -

thunder storms were the bane of your meek existence. the forecast had been great all week; sunny skies and not a word of rain. so when you heard the unmistakable sound of rain on the byers’ roof, you wanted to cry. “jonathan,” you whined. his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he sighed, giving his mom a look of helplessness. he knew how anxious this weather made you. “you’re staying here tonight, honey.” joyce decided as she stood up from the couch to grab the telephone. “i’ll call your mom right now and tell her not to worry.” you were thankful for her, you did not want to risk driving in this. a loud crack of thunder made you jump, a cry coming from your lips. “it’s okay babe, i got you.” your boyfriend cooed. joyce came back into the living room, giving a thumbs up, “she said it’s okay and to be home by 9.” you opened your mouth to give thanks, but another crack of thunder sounded and this time shut the power off with it. “fuck,” jonathan cursed. “okay, okay, hold on,” joyce began fumbling through cupboards to find all the flashlights in the house. she yelled for will to get all the blankets he could find as she flicked them all on. “we’re gonna have a nice little sleepover!” soon enough, you and jonathan were on one couch wrapped in a blanket and in each other’s arms with joyce and will slept on the other couch. “are you feeling better?” your boyfriend asked. “somewhat,” you shrugged. “i really appreciate you and your mom for all this.” the rain still poured outside and the thunder came and went, but you knew you were safe. “just wanna take care of you.” he whispered.

#stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things preferences #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove x reader #jonathan byers x reader #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington imagine #billy hargove imagine #jonathan byers imagine #liz writes

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audhd-nightwing · 1 year

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steve: yeah i’m a government employee

eddie: i fucking hate cops

steve: good thing i’m an EMT then

eddie: …

eddie: *starts twirling his hair* so… are you free tonight?

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #nothing hotter than a man who takes care of people #while i enjoy law enforcement steve au’s #i prefer this #aka EMT steve #or like #paramedic steve #idk what the difference is

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findafight · 1 year

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god i love when fics have steve experiencing insane things but being nonchalant about it bc he thinks it's normal when it absolutely is not. i like to think there have been multiple instances where other guys have been like psychosexually obsessed w steve so when billy starts acting like that steve's just like "ugh again?" like imagine if when he's dating eddie he's just casually like "god isn't it so annoying when other guys get like aggressively obsessed w you and stare at you all the time?" and eddie is sitting there chanting wtf in his head wondering how steve is a real human.

Ya I think it'd be very funny if kinda very strange things happen to Steve and he figures that it's just a normal thing. He'll be sitting around with people like hey y'all ever think about when you and your friends would dig a big hole and pretend to bury someone alive and hold a funeral for them and then they'd go home and tell your parents you died in the woods? When your mom ran into the forest she found you covered in flowers and dirt staring at the sky thinking about how cool it'd be to decompose into the ground she cried and it was probably the first time you saw a grown up cry? And every one is like uhhhhh no. Our friends did not actually fake our death semi successfully and scare our parents??? And he goes oh. Huh. Weird!

my HC is Robin is Steve first similar age friend that has not wanted to fuck him since eighth grade. This is funny because she has also never been normal about him. No one has ever been normal about Steve.

I think it's also very funny that Billy teamed up with Tommy, who you know has never been normal about Steve in his life. Like maybe when Steve was in middle school there was a guy who also was weirdly obsessed with Steve except he and Tommy viciously hated each other. Like straight up brawling and crying about it and Steve is there like what the fuck are you doing??? And Carol beside him just shaking her head going uhg Steve they're being gross let's leave.

But Tommy and Billy...They sniffed each other out or something idk how but they found each other and were obsessed with Steve together in a toxic positive feedback loop. And poor Steve is sitting here like "uhg 😑 Still? Another one? Why does this keep happening?" As though it's a completely regular occurrence. Bro. Buddy. What is your life actually.

Eddie finding out about this history and he's just like. No. Steve. I do not know what it's like to have men stare at me with thinly disguised lust?? But also keeping to himself that he was ALSO obsessed with Steve. He's like oooh my god. I'm not the only one?? The one thing I have in common with Tommy Hagan and Billy Hargrove is our weird obsession with Steve? What kinda world...

Except he's also immensely smug about it because yeah other guys have been obsessed with Steve. It seems to be a Hawkins right of passage for their age group. But Eddie actually got him. He fucking won.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #not billy hargrove friendly #i hope tommys actor knows how much i think about how he said tommy was in love with steve #also i do usually prefer the hc that eddie and steve are just barely aware of each other and dont pay attention to the other #bt for this its too funny #findaanswers #anonasaurus #billy hargrove #IM TAGGING AS AN ORGANIZATION TOOL FOR MY OWN BLOG #its deep enough that it shouldn't show up but.#finda's rambles #steve having an absolutely incomprehensible relationship with any man his age is very funny to me

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artiststarme · 6 months

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I can just imagine Steve loving when the seasons change and the leaves start to fall. His entire life, he’s lived on the edge of the woods with plenty of leaves to appreciate and play in. He’ll sit on a pool chair (less so after Barb) with a mug of warm apple cider just to feel the cool air on his face and see the warm hues painting the sky.

When Eddie joined the Party, he could never find Steve. In the spring, he was too banged up to look for him. In the summer, there were too many legal hoops to jump through and Steve had to play defense between the homicidal idiots of the town and the kids (and Eddie but he didn’t want to look too far into that). Steve had no excuse to hide from him in the fall. So Eddie rounded the corner into Steve’s backyard full of offended anger and righteous fury… only to stall in his tracks at the sight of Steve lounging on a chaise with his eyes trained blurrily into the distance. His glasses were off, his hair was blowing in the gentle breeze, and his expression was content, not full of panic or trepidation as Eddie had seen in the past year.

In the comfort of the season, Steve had no reason to wear his usual armor nor a confident facade. He could be himself, and he loving doofus that didn’t wear enough layers in the cold and only liked his apple cider slightly warmed like a heathen. Once that relegation came to mind, Eddie’s anger floated away. Instead, he was overcome with love for the man. He made a promise to himself right that second that he would never in over Steve Harrington, not the front that everyone else saw but this one staring at the colors of the leaves.

It took a few more weeks but by Christmas that very year, Steve was his and Eddie was his for the rest of their lives.

#I took a fall photoshoot with my dogs so now you guys get this!#they love each other for the rest of their lives until Eddie learns that Steve prefers Pepsi over Coke #Even that only lasts three days before he comes puttering back with flowers and a 6pack #stranger things #steddie #ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #I’m not revising this

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munsonfamilyband · 1 year

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I am a hardcore believer that Steve loves nicknames. He never really got any but he loved the idea of them and as his little family grew he started giving everyone nicknames.

Max is little Red, Mad Max or Random Girl (the last one was a joke from when they first met that stuck around)

Dustin is either Henderson, Dust, or Dusty bun (Dustin responds to the last one by using Eddie’s random nicknames for Steve to get back at him)

Will is most commonly Will but he’s also called Baby Byers, or when Jonathan is around, the better Byers (he does this on purpose to fuck with Jonathan, who responds by saying he likes Eddie/Robin better)

Mike is Wheels, little Wheeler, or shithead (he and Steve have an ongoing battle for who can come up with the rudest name for each other)

Eleven is El, Ellie, or when either of them is having a bad day, Ellie bean (this one came around completely out of nowhere when El was having a really bad day and Steve just said it and it made he smile so much that he keeps saying it)

Erica is Erica or Lady Applejack, she does allow him to call her his youngest child sometimes though, even if they interact like two old ladies at a retirement home who only gossip

Lucas was the hardest for Steve to find a nickname for, mostly because they didn’t really know each other for a long time and he didn’t have the trauma that led to El’s nickname, but eventually he came up with a couple: Luke is a common one when they play basketball together, he does call him Lesser Sinclair sometimes when Erica is around just to cause shit, but the one Eddie helped him come up with is Lucas’s favorite - Padawan (Eddie made Steve watch the Star Wars movies with him so he would actually understand the references the kids make and Steve really enjoyed it, Eddie said that Lucas was basically his padawan at one point and the name stuck)

Robin also gets nicknames, Rob, Robbie, Bobin, Bobbie, Birdie, but she prefers Robert because she thinks it’s funny - she calls Steve Stephanie when Robert gets pulled out.

Nancy is still Nance - even if there are plenty of nicknames that other people have come up with for her, he can’t get himself to call her anything but her name.

Jonathan is Jon or Jonny, usually that one is when they’re all drunk and/or high together

Argyle gets Gyle, but Dude is his favorite

Eddie is the petname king, and Steve refuses to fight him on that title but he still has a few for Eddie - Ed and Eds happen more often that Eddie even, but babe is also very common, honey/hon happens sometimes but usually because Steve wants something (and it always works)

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #platonic stobin #steve is a lonely boy who likes to give people nicknames to connect them to him #the nicknames are what get the kids to start calling him Mom jokingly #I also have thoughts on Steve getting called Mom and Dad but prefering when they call him mom #because his dad was a POS but his mom was awesome so why would he want to be called anything else

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pappydaddy · 2 years

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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.

warnings: fluff | teasing | angst navigation | masterlist | taglist sign-up

- 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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