i need king steve fucking plus size!reader in the bathroom at a party and forcing her to watch herself in the mirror
i'm normal i'm normal i'm normalllllll
pairing | steve harrington x plus size fem!reader
warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), vaginal fingering, unprotected piv sex, intoxicated sex, squirting, hair pulling, steve is handsy, rough and a little bitchy
word count | 1.5k
a/n | i have literally no excuse for how filthy this is i'm so sorry (i'm not)
His large hands engulf your waist, making you feel small as he presses you up against the porcelain sink, his chest pushed up tightly against your back and the thick outline of his cock prodding into the fat of your ass.
You're trapped, soft curve of your belly squishing into the sink, one of Steve's hands wandering from your waist to dip beneath the short hem of your skirt, fingertips skimming your inner thigh until your legs fall open for him. He's done this before, that much is obvious — from how comfortable he is pressing you into this position, to how his spit-slick lips mouth at the shell of your ear, whiskey laced breath hitting the soft skin.
You whine quietly when the pads of Steve's fingers slide over the damp material of your panties, pressing down onto your clothed clit until you're arching into him, curve of your ass pushing back onto his cock until he's grunting in your ear, the sound heavenly, your cunt fluttering.
"You're soaked," Steve comments, the grin spreading across his lips when you keen into him, hips bucking into his hand. Your own hands come out to brace yourself on the sink, nails biting into the hardened material as you sag back against him, leaving yourself pliant and open for his wandering hands.
Nervous butterflies flutter in your belly as Steve dips his fingers into your panties, two expert fingers sliding through the wet mess of your pussy, getting the digits nice and wet before he sinks them both in at the same time, crooking them forward into your frontal wall until you're gasping.
"Feels good, right?" Steve mutters, planting a kiss just below your ear lobe, lips running over your flushed skin as he begins working his fingers in and out of your needy cunt. You open up for him so easily, body loose and pliant under his grip as he fucks you on his fingers, kissing and biting at your skin until it's raised and raw.
"Mmph," You mumble, nodding your head in agreement — it's embarrassing how quickly you melt into him, letting him grip and manhandle your body as he fucks you languidly with his long fingers, curling and pressing them into that one spot until your vision blurs at the edges.
His other hand wanders up, up, up — fingers dipping into the low cut neck of your shirt, pulling the loose material until your tits fall out, nipples hardening in the cool air of the room. You cry out as soft fingertips run over your nipple, heightening the pleasure of his fingers working in and out of your cunt.
"You're perfect," Steve mutters, kissing sloppily up the side of your neck as he toys with your body, thumb running over the hardened nub of your clit and shocking a cry of his name from your lips, "say my name again, you sound too fuckin' pretty."
"Steve," you squeal, fingers whitening on the hard surface of the sink, a warmth spreading throughout your lower belly as he works you towards the edge — using every inch of your body, "I'm gonna —"
"That's it, cum for me, baby." Steve's all but cackling as your mouth falls open in an almost silent moan, thighs quivering and stomach tensing up as your orgasm hits you like a freight train — you feel yourself gushing wet all over his fingers, soaking him down to the wrist as he continues fucking you through it, leaving you dizzy and overstimulated.
"Too much, God, Steve," You cry, your own hand leaves the sink to grip at his wrist, fingernails clawing at his tan skin. You can't tell if you're trying to keep him there or push him away, though he doesn't let up pressing his fingers into your frontal wall until your cunt gushes for him again, an animalistic noise tearing from your throat as he pulls another orgasm from you. It's not enough to drown out the sounds of your release dripping onto the floor, pooling at your feet on the tile.
"Just wanted to make sure you were ready to take me that's all, honey," He comments, that stupid smirk on his face as he catches your eyes through the reflection in the mirror, his fingers deftly slipping from you, "I've been told I'm a bit of a stretch."
He bends you back over the sink, arching your back and flipping your skirt up. You're still tipsy, pussy fluttering and clenching as you wait in anticipation for the breach of his cock. You watch your own reflection briefly in the mirror, cringe at the flushed state of your face, before dipping your head again.
Steve shuffles around behind you, your ears pricking up at the sound of his belt unbuckling, the rustling of his Levi's being pushed down his thighs. He sighs quietly, jerking his cock a few times for a little relief before lining himself up, smearing the fat head into the wet mess you left.
The head of his cock catching on your puffy cunt shocks you, a loud gasp escaping you — he felt big.
"Holy shit," Your breath is knocked from your lungs when the first few inches slide into your pussy, your walls pulsing around him as you struggle to adjust. His fingertips dig into the meat of your ass when you attempt to wiggle your hips, a warning to stop.
"Still so fucking tight around my dick, fuck," Steve hisses, punching his hips forward until he's snug up against your ass, pushing himself so deep your eyes roll into your skull.
"Your cock is huge," You whimper, voice high pitched and wavering as your pussy clenches sporadically around him, adjusting to the sheer size of him. No amount of prep could've gotten you ready enough for him.
"I know." Steve's voice is smug as he grins, pulling out halfway and pushing back in just as quickly, choking a cry from you in return.
His rhythm is brutal from the get go, an evident sign of how desperate he was to blow his load, heavy balls slapping against your soaked cunt with every thrust. Your head hangs low, blurry eyes squeezing shut as you let him use you — he's so thick that the pressure on your g-spot is relentless, has you gushing even wetter for him.
Long fingers run into your scalp, gripping a handful of your hair to snap your head up, pulling sharply on the crown until you're gasping, "Watch yourself, watch me fuck you." Steve demands.
You open your eyes, catching his own hard ones watching you already through the mirror. You're — well you're a fucking mess. Shining with sweat, cheeks burning hot, mouth hung open. You're covered in bruises and bite marks, all the way down to your tits that bounce with every sharp punch of Steve's hips, nipples pebbled and aching to be touched.
"You look so fucking hot," Steve groans, shoving into you deeper for emphasis, forcing a cry from your lips, "All wrecked on my cock, baby. Like a fuckin' wet dream."
Your cheeks flush even hotter at his words, though your cunt clenches, hips pushing back onto him in response to his filthy mouth.
Steve chokes on a groan, digs his fingers into your waist, "Should see how good you're taking me, honey. Your pussy loves me."
"S'all yours," You whimper, a loud moan ripping from you when he pulls your hair tighter at that, thrusting into you and rolling his hips. The head of his cock presses so deep you swear you feel him in your guts, every ridge and vein prominent.
Your eyes catch his once more through your reflection — his eyelids half-hooded, lips parted in an almost constant string of grunts and groans. The noises do it for you, every single one shooting straight to your core.
"I'm gonna cum, need you to cum first, yeah?" Steve groans, hips pistoning into you as he chases his high, the loud clapping of your wet skin increasing tenfold, "Can I cum in you? Y'gonna let me fill this pussy and claim it? Please?"
"Ohmygod," You whine, eyes squeezing shut as the coil in your tummy snaps, your pussy pulsing and squeezing around Steve as you come, body vibrating with it. The white hot heat coursing through your veins, orgasm ripping through your entire body.
Steve chokes on a groan, pulling your hair even tighter and snapping your neck back, "Oh fuck, you're so fucking tight," he literally whines, and in your hazy state you push your hips back in retaliation, pushing him even deeper, "that's it honey, fuck, fuuuuck—!"
His cock pulses in you when he comes, hot spurts painting your insides as you mewl, whimpering quietly when he grips onto your waist to steady himself. It feels like he comes for ages, filling you up until you feel it drooling from your cunt.
Your body basically goes limp when his fingers stop gripping your hair, instead soothing your stinging scalp. His other hand rubs up your side, fingertips pressing into squishy skin until you're keening into it.
There's momentary silence, until a deep chuckle rumbles from Steve's chest, his spent cock slipping from you and eliciting a pretty gasp from his lips, "You've made quite the mess, honey."
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Camp Hawkins AU
Pairing: Steve Harrington x plus sized reader
Warnings: Use of Y/N. This is my first time writing a plus size reader oneshot. As a plus sized person myself, I wanted to try it. I'm a little nervous tho. I know some people don't like it when ppl write insecure plus sized reader stories. I just feel like when I write, I put my emotions and my insecurities into the character as a way to work through them. I'm working on my confidence and some time I will write x confident!plus size reader oneshots, just not right now. Anyways, I hope you can understand that, and if you don't maybe try another story. Thank you.
P.S. I don't know how tf to flirt.
The story doesn't mention a lot about being plus sized but it is there.
Summary: It's your third year being a camp counselor at Camp Hawkins and your 7th year knowing Steve. Every year your crush seems to grow stronger and stronger.
*Not Proof Read*
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" Bunk 23. " Eddie, one of the head counselors grins while handing me a set of keys.
I groan. " The bunk with the bats? Eds, are you serious. "
Last year a bat nest was found in the corner of one of the old wooden beds. Nobody had checked the cabin before letting campers and counselors inside, resulting in a nasty surprise halfway through the first week.
Eddie shrugs. " Sorry, kid. I don't assign the bunks, I just tell people where to go. " Eddie's eyes shift over my shoulder. " Steve! There ya are, my boy. Long time no see. What's going on? "
I feel my annoyance begin to melt away as the sound of boots makes its way towards us. It's quickly replaced with a flutter type feeling in my stomach, a feeling that's been stuck with me for the past seven years.
I turn to look at the cause of my emotions.
Steve grins at the man behind me. A large leather duffle bag hangs off of his left shoulder. In his right hand, a small rolling suitcase, the same grayish color as his coat, squeaks along. The same two bags he's used since I met him. Steve pulls off his glasses, sending a dazzling smile towards Eddie and I. " Same old, same old, Ed. Hi, Y/N. "
His grin sends waves of happiness flooding through my body. I love the way he says my name.
I do my best to keep my composure. I return the smile, adding in a small wave as well. " Hey, Steve. "
" So what's this I hear about you and Nancy? A little birdy tells me you're back together again. " Eddie asks, leaning against the desk in front of him.
Nancy and Steve. The always on and off high school sweethearts.
I have no shot with Steve. I mean, he's obviously still head over heels for her if he keeps going back to her. I guess deep down I hope he'll finally see me as someone other than his chubby fellow camp counselor.
Picking up my heavy bags, I excuse myself from the conversation. " Hey, I'll catch you guys later. I'm gonna go check out the cabin, make sure no bats are hanging around. "
" Do you need help with your bags? They look a little heavy. " Steve offers, moving to set his stuff down on the ground.
He's so sweet. He always have been. No wonder I have a huge crush on him.
" No, " I shake my head. " I've got it. It's not to far. " I smile.
" But Bunk 23's on the other side of the-" Eddie begins.
I interrupt him. " I'm probably going to stop at the dining hall and see if Robin's there yet anyways. I'll be okay. " I reassure them.
" Oh, okay. " Steve nods, glancing down at the heaviest duffle bag I have.
I'm definitely regretting packing extra crafts. I just didn't want any of the kids to get bored during free time.
" Cya guys. " I shuffle towards the door. The floor creaks beneath me as I walk out onto the main cabins' porch.
Maybe some day I'll mean more to Steve Harrington.
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" He literally offered to help you. Why didn't you take him up on that? " Robin groans in frustration. Strands of hair that slipped out of her hat frame her flour splotched face. Bits of dough and other mysterious stains cover the front of her apron, making it look like a doughy murder scene.
She leans on the serving window counter, her arms cradling her head.
" He was just being nice. I mean, if I saw you carrying heavy bags of flour, I'd offer to help you. It's something everyone does- be nice to the people you know. It doesn't mean they like you. " I argue. I fidget with the lid of my water bottle.
" That's different. "
I narrow my eyes at the woman. " How is that different? "
Robin lets out an annoyed grunt. " You and me, " She points to the two of us. " have no chemistry. You and Steve on the other hand..." She waggles her eyebrows, sending a warm feeling climbing up my face.
I roll my eyes.
" Have a fuck ton of chemistry. Like sometimes I feel like it's choking me. " She makes a pretend choking sound. " Please! Y/N! Steve! Just make out already. Please, for the love of god! Save me! Save humanity from the horrors of watching you two interact while denying your feelings! "
I gently hit her forearm. " Shut up. That's not true, literally shut the fuck up. " I mutter.
Robin laughs. " It's so true. Ask literally anyone that hangs around you guys. Why do you think Nancy and Steve keep breaking up? "
That can't be true. Relationships have issues. There's no way in hell Steve and Nancy keep breaking up because he likes me. That's...insane.
" Your a catch, y/n. You need to start realizing that. People-they have crushes on you too. "
I turn my head to meet Robins gaze.
" You're not the only person in the world who doesn't have someone attracted to them. I mean, if fucking Mike Wheeler can have a girl crushing on him, so can you. "
It's just hard for me to believe someone like Steve, Ex Captain of the Hawkins basketball team, could like someone like me. I'm pretty sure he's only ever seen me as a friend. All these years, transitioning from campers to counselors, he's never made a move on me. In all fairness, I haven't exactly made a move on him either...in my defense, Steve and Nancy are on and off so much, a flickering light bulb has more predictability.
This is all so confusing.
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" Welcome campers! " A loud voice booms from on the old cement stage.
Slowly chatter from the excited campers begin to die down.
Jim Hopper, a retired sheriff and the new owner of Camp Hawkins, begins to speak again. " We're so excited to have you here. Each of you have been assigned a bunk and a counselor... " Jim's voice begins to fade from my mind. The same words have been repeated year after year, not that I mind. It's a familiar introductory speech, something I know will never change.
I look behind the older man. The gorgeous quarry shines from the sunlight. Post card worthy.
" You're bunk 23, right? " Steve's voice asks from next to me.
I was so lost in thought I hadn't noticed he took a seat next to me.
I send him a smile. " Yeah, The bat bunk. " I mumble.
Steve grins. " I'm bunk 24. "
" Oh nice, I guess we'll be seeing each other a lot then. Well, " Stupid, the kids do basically everything together. You're going to see him a ton anyways. " More than usual I guess. "
Steve chuckles slightly. A sound that sends waves tumbling through my insides. " I don't mind. You're good company. "
I feel a familiar warmth sprawl across my face. " You're not so bad yourself, Harrington. "
A look of amusement finds its' way onto Steve's face. " Hey, I know you're not a huge fan of bats...or other flying creatures, " He references my first year here as a camper.
I let out a groan at the embarrassing memory. " That was so long ago. The bird literally came out of nowhere. " I vividly remember that morning. It was still dark when Steve and our friends got the bright idea to go check out the quarry. A bird flew out of one of the nearby bushes, nearly smacking into my face.
Steve laughs, his milky brown eyes glinting from the sunlight. " Hey, birds can be terrifying. I'm not judging you. " He holds up his hands in a playful surrender. " I was just saying, if you want, I can come over to your bunk and check it out. Make sure no flying surprises are hidden anywhere. " He offers, leaning forward slightly in his seat.
My heart flutters. God, he's so sweet. " I don't want to inconvenience you, I mean, it's probably fine. I doubt the bats returned. "
" Really, I don't mind. It's not an inconvenience, if anything, I'm doing this for my bunk. I mean, I don't really feel like waking up to a bunch of people screaming at 3 in the morning. "
My eyebrow raises. " Oh? So you're doing this for you then...for your interests. "
Steve tilts his head slightly. " I guess you could say that. "
The campers around us begin to gather up their bags, making their way towards Eddie and Jonathan who have lists of where everyone's supposed to go.
Steve stands up, extending a hand towards me. " So what do you say, Y/N. Do you want Pest Control Steve to come take a look at your bunk? "
I cringe at his stupid name, causing him to laugh.
" Only if you never call yourself that again. " I accept his hand, standing up from the cement row.
Steve's hand firmly holds onto mine for a few seconds longer after we've stood up.
From over his shoulder Robin catches my eye. Her eyes flicker between our hands and back to my eyes. She mouths a silent ' He fucking likes you ', which I ignore.
I release Steve's hand, shoving mine into my pocket.
For a moment, a flicker of confusion? Maybe disappointment flashes across Steve's features. He obviously ignores it, moving to fold his arms across his chest. " Deal. "
I smile at the man. " Deal. "
I look at him for a second longer before I'm quickly swept away by the campers in my bunk.
My mind analyzes our conversation over and over again, completely ignoring whatever Eleven is telling me while we walk back to our bunk.
He couldn't like me. Right?
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" I think you guys are clear. " Steve says, poking his head back out from under the last bunk. He glances up at the top of the bunk, making sure there's nothing hidden in the corners.
" Thank you so much, Pest Control Steve, what would I ever do without you? " I cringe slightly at my words, shaking my head. " You know what, never mind. I thought it would be funny but no. "
Steve laughs at my attempt at mockery. " You'd live in uncertainty. " He makes his way towards me, leaning against the open door frame.
Outside the kids are running around playing capture the flag, their yells echoing slightly around the bunk.
" Sure...I'd probably just get Eddie or Jim to look around. You know how much they love me. "
Steve slightly leans towards me. " They wouldn't check as well as I do. I do have a five star rating in customer service. " His voice is soft but teasing.
My eyes flicker down to his lips.
He's so close. Just a few inches away. If I wanted to, I could kiss him.
I do want to...
But I can't.
What if him and Nancy are still dating?
Fuck, I should've stuck around and waited to hear what he had to say about their relationship.
" Y/n! El got another bloody nose! " Dustin's voice suddenly shouts.
My head snaps towards the direction of the boy. His face goes from worried to grinning in a matter of seconds.
" Wait, " He looks between Steve and I.
Without waiting for him to finish, I snatch a roll of paper towels from the desk near the door. I hurry out of the bunk, leaving the two guys behind.
" Oh my god, Dustin... " Steve's voice groans.
" Were you guys about to..." Dustins' voice fades away as I make my ways towards a group of kids. I push past them, kneeling in front of El.
Perfect timing.
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The dining hall is bursting with noise. Kids sit together, eagerly talking about their first day back at camp.
I grab a plate and nervously head into the kitchen.
Food. My least favorite part of the day. I don't know if it's just the fear or people watching me eat or the possibility of someone making fun of me for eating too much. I should be used to it by now, I've eating around people for my entire life, but I'm not.
Every meal time still brings unnecessary anxiety.
Robin leans against one of the walls, a iced drink in her left hand. As she raises the glass to take a sip, droplets of condensation run down her arm. " About time you showed up. I basically had to threaten Eddie with a knife for him to back away from your portion of chicken tenders. He does not go down without a fight, I'll tell you that. " She chuckles.
" Thanks. " I begin putting some food onto my plate.
There's a moment of silence. " So. " Robin looks at me expectantly.
" So? " I ask, confused. I lean against the counter across from her. The counter hidden from the view of the dining hall.
Robin rolls her eyes. " Aren't you going to tell me about it? "
" What are you talking about, Robin? "
Robin lets out a sigh of annoyance. " Oh my god, Y/N. The kiss! "
Still lost, I set my food down. " What kiss? "
Finally, Robin blurts it out. " Dustin told me he saw you and Steve making out in your bunk. "
My eyes widen. " What? No. Robin, we weren't making out, that little..." I shake my head. " Steve and I were talking. Just talking. "
Robin raises an eyebrow. " Are you sure, Y/N, I'm your best friend. You can literally tell me anything-you literally have told me basically everything. "
" Robin, I swear. If anything were to happen, you'd be the first to know. Steve and I didn't do anything. "
" Doesn't mean something won't happen in the future though. " Robin smirks.
I roll my eyes. " He has a girlfriend, Robin. I'm not making a move on a taken guy. "
" They'll probably be on break by the end of the month. "
I pick up my plate again. " I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't get myself wrapped up into that. I mean, they'll probably eventually get back together. I don't want to be a rebound or something. "
Robin hops onto the counter, taking a seat in the empty space. " Steve's not like that. "
Yeah, he doesn't seem like the type of guy to do that. But, hey, maybe I don't know him as well as I think I do.
" So Dustin's going around telling everyone? " I say in discomfort. Even if we had kissed, I don't want everyone to know.
Robin shakes her head. Her hair is finally free from her hat. " Fuck no. I was the first person he saw and the first person he told. I told him I'd feed him to everyone for dinner if he says anything to anyone. " She lets out a small laugh. " Scared him shitless. "
I shake my head. " Of course you did, Rob. "
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The moon reflects off the quarry beautifully. Finally, there's bit of quiet. All of the campers are huddled together in the dining hall, playing random board games.
Their voices and music fade away as I walk closer to the water. I love being a counselor, but it definitely gets overwhelming at time. I look forward to going down to the Quarry every night, just for a little bit to clear my head.
As I get closer to the waters' edge, hear a twig snap. I snap towards my right side, the direction the sound came from.
A familiar jacket catches my eye.
Hanging over a nearby log, the sleeve of Steve's jacket shines in in the moonlight.
" Fuck, I'm sorry. " I blurt out as soon as I see the pair. On top of the jacket sits Steve. On his lap is Nancy, her arms wrapped around Steve's white t-shirt clad shirt. Nancy's legs are wrapped around his hips, pulling him into her embrace.
The pair pull apart, obviously surprised by my intrusion.
Nancy looks slightly embarrassed. " Oh I'm sorry. We didn't think anyone would be out here this late. " She apologizes, quickly getting off of her boyfriend.
I don't bother to look at Steve, knowing anything I see will send a pang of even more embarrassment and jealousy through my heart.
Don't be jealous.
Don't be jealous.
He doesn't like you. He never will. He's with fucking Nancy. It'd be wrong if he liked you.
Plus, Nancy is so sweet. How could I hurt her by dating Steve?
I turn around quickly, hurrying back down the path towards the dining hall.
Steve will never like someone like me.
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Swimsuit Body
My first fic for babygirl Stevie🥹🥰 hope y’all love it, it was a little hard but v cathartic for me to write. This idea has been bouncing in my head and I had to write it out🥺
Steve Harrington x Fem! Plus size reader
Warnings: No smut but spicy references, minors under 16 DNI, body dysmorphia/insecurity, angst to fluff
You fiddled with the hem of your t-shirt as you stood in front of Steve’s bathroom mirror. You bit your lip, struck by guilt as you realized all your friends were probably wondering where you were, but you couldn’t get your feet to move.
Your sweet boyfriend couldn’t have been more excited to host a pool party to kick start the summer. You loved him so much and you wanted to be out there. Yet instead of longing by the pool, you were stuck, obsessing over your reflection.
“Hey baby,” your head snapped to see a smiling Steve leaning against the door frame.
You blushed and pulled at the shirt awkwardly, “what’re you doing up here Stevie? Everyone’s outside.”
He pushed off the wall and slid behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, “not everyone,” he whispered in your ear.
You couldn’t stop the corners of your lips from pulling up into a smile. His patented ‘Steve Harrington charm’ always had that effect on you.
He pulled back to turn you in his arms until you were facing him, “come keep me company by the pool honey, I miss you.”
You bit your lip while shifting back and forth on your feet.
His eyebrows furrowed, “what’s wrong baby?” He looked you up and down, “where’s your swimsuit?”
You gestured to the shirt and cringed, “um, under here.”
Steve shot you a concerned look, “hey baby tell me what’s going on,” he rubbed your back soothingly, “why’ve you been up here the whole time?”
You pulled out of his arms, causing a frown to spread across his face, “it’s nothing,”
“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Steve spoke softly, “talk to me honey, I wanna help.”
You sighed, your gaze falling to the ground, “I just…I don’t like how it looks on me.”
“How what looks?” Steve asked, confused.
“The suit,” you clarified, pulling the shirt over your head and cringing at the vision of yourself in a black bikini, “my body in the suit.”
His confused expression shifted into one of disbelief. “Baby no, you look amazing.”
You flinched away when he reached for you, “stop, please, you don’t mean it.”
Your heart clenched as he looked at you like a kicked puppy, “I do mean it baby, you’re so beautiful.”
“Steve, look at these,” your fingers traced the stretch marks scattered across your stomach, “I’m never gonna look like Nancy in a swimsuit, they don’t fit me like they fit her.”
He huffed as he gently took your hand and placed your palm against his chest, moving your fingers along his scars. “I don’t want you to look like Nancy,” he mumbled, “I want you to look like you.”
You bit your lip, “your scars are different.”
“Why?”
“They just are.”
He cocked an eyebrow.
You rolled your eyes, “you don’t get it.”
He moved to hold you against his chest, and this time you let him, “then explain it to me.”
Your eyes fluttered closed and you breathed out, thinking of a way to put it into words for him.
“It’s like I could look into the mirror and spend hours picking each part of myself apart,” you explained, “I feel so trapped in my own body, I wish I could just…take it all off you know?”
Steve frowned.
“I hate the way my thighs look, they’re way to big.”
He fell to his knees in front of you, his hands coming up to caresses the backs of your thighs, “you mean my favorite earmuffs?”
“Steve.”
“Sorry baby,” he smiled sheepishly, “when we get dinner with my parents, they’re so…cold, it’s hard to feel comfortable, even in my own home.”He looked up at you, “but then when I touch your thigh, or give it a little squeeze, I feel better because I know that you’re right there with me.”
You blushed, ripping your gaze from his, “I hate my stomach,” you squeezed it with disdain, “when I was a kid I use to which I could just carve it off.”
Steve frowned, still kneeling he pressed his face against your middle. “I love when we watch movies on my couch together, because you let me lay between your legs with my head on your stomach and you run your hands through my hair.” He smiled to himself at the memory, “nothing makes me happier, you’re so soft, and nice, and warm.”
His cheeks tinged pink, “plus I think it’d be a nice home for my baby one day.”
Your lips parted as you let out a soft gasp.
“If you want that too of course!” Steve clarified hastily.
You raised your hands to your cheeks, “I hate how chubby my face is,” you pulled the skin back with your palms before letting it fall back into place.
Steve stood, taking your hands in his and moving so that his face was centimeters from yours. “Your face is the first thing I picture when I wake up in the morning, and the last thing I think of when I fall asleep.”
You whimpered, after being showered in Steve’s praise, your resolve was beginning to wear thin.
Steve smiled as he cradled your cheek in his palm, “baby, you can wear whatever you want to the party, I want you to be comfortable,” the pad of his thumb swiped across your rosy cheek, “but your body is perfect.”
You sighed, “yes yes, my body is perfect to you-”
“No,” he cut you off.
It was your turn to look confused, “no?”
“No,” he repeated, “not just to me, your body is perfect. Period.”
Of course, Steve couldn’t fix years of self-doubt and passive aggressive comments from your mother, but damn did he make you feel beautiful.
You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
When you finally pulled back, a dopey smile stretched across his face, “gonna come down with me honey?”
You beamed, “yeah,” you decided, leaving the t-shirt discarded on his bathroom floor, “I am.”
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can't stop thinking about steve harrington with his cute, innocent plus-size! gf who he will literally get on his hands and knees for <3
he'd do anything for your happiness, for your love. he'd be so soft and caring with you, letting you ease your way into this brand new thing called a 'relationship' with him. he knows you don't have much experience and would never want to impose on you or make you uncomfortable. he'd wait til the end of his days if it meant he could just have you by his side.
on the days when you are a little more insecure than usual about your weight or body, steve would hold you so tight, his arms wound around your waist with one hand splayed on the small of your back and the other tangling itself into your hair. he'd gently rock your body back and forth, muttering sweet words - sweet praises - on how pretty, how beautiful you look to him all the time.
he'd rave about how you were perfect to him, with your plush cheeks that always get red around him to your hands that fit perfectly against his to your blissful voice that makes him feel high and safe.
he would hesitate to comment on your body since he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but he couldn't help and let it slip about how he feels about it. about how he loves cuddling up close to you, loves feeling your plush body mold against his. about how he can feel every inch of your gorgeous, thick body - about how it's hard to keep his mind screwed on straight when all he wants to do is roam his large hands down your body, wanting to find all the spots that will make you whine and whimper at his expense. he wants to be able to make you feel things that you have never felt before - he wanted to be your first kiss, your first love, your first time.
you wanna know why he loves having his head on your lap, with your fingers in his hair, so much, but always hesitates to do so? because all he can think about is how in one single move, he could have your plump legs thrown over his shoulders, plush thighs squishing his head as he eats you out, making you see stars as he tries to help you chase your release. he wants to hear you beg for more, beg for him. he wants you to feel his desperation, the need he feels for you always. he wants you to want it just as badly as he wants it.
of course, it's all fantasy right now, but one day, when you are ready for him, he'd be there to catch you when you fell and he'll hold you tight, guiding you through it together. steve just wants his pretty girl to love herself the way that he loves you <3
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The Bet
Flufftober Day 16: Blushing
Steve Harrington x f!reader
Word Count: 1.0k
AN: Soft Steve is the best Steve. Thanks for reblogging! I'll see y'all tomorrow <3
divider credit @royallaesthetics
Teasing Steve is your favorite pastime. When he got flustered his whole face turned red, and so did his neck, all the way up and around his chest. Which is why you and Robin had a little bet going. She wanted to see how red you could get Steve in one shift and you liked a challenge.
Steve was bending over a cart of tapes that needed to be reshelved and you saw your opportunity. Slowly as to not make a sound you sauntered over to your unsuspecting boyfriend and with no preamble gave his pert ass a smack.
“Hey, hot stuff.” Steve shot back up and whipped around to face you. You could already see the blush beginning to fill his cheeks.
“What was that for?” He asked, his voice noticeably higher than it normally is.
“I liked the view,” You winked at him and blew him a kiss, already beginning to walk away and think of more ways to get the blood to fill his skin.
You obviously didn’t want to make him really uncomfortable so besides the very forward start to this little game you were playing you chose to play it safe for the rest of the day.
Compliments always seemed to work, anytime you could throw a “pretty boy” in conversation he seemed to glitch out. Robin was getting a kick out of seeing Steve become a stuttering mess every time you brushed his hand with your own.
By halfway through your shift Steve was noticeably red, so much so that an elderly woman who was checking out a tape for her grandson asked if he was okay. You had had to bite your check to keep yourself from busting out laughing.
You also found that touching Steve was a surefire way to get his heart racing. More than once you would place your hand on his back when you walked behind him. And when the two of you had nothing else to do and were just sitting by the computers waiting for someone to come check out you began playing with the little baby hairs at the back of his neck.
Steve gave you a look but said nothing, he had caught on to whatever you were doing and wasn’t going to deny your affection, even if it was more teasing than he normally liked.
“You’re hair is so soft Stevie.” He just hummed. “Kind of makes me want to…” You moved your hand up from the back of his neck and fully into his hair. When you were sure it was far enough in. You grabbed a handful and pulled it. Using it to maneuver his face closer to yours. “... do that” You whispered before kissing him firmly and releasing your hold. As soon as the kidd was over you jumped up from the stool you were sitting on, blowing him a kiss and walking to the other side of the store. Not before sending him a wink though.
Steve was frozen for a solid five minutes before your voice woke him back up from the trace you had induced.
“Hey, Stevie?” You called from across the store “Can you come take a look at this?” He hastily pushed himself up from off the counter and made his way to where you were. Standing in the middle of the more adult section of the store. Family video didn’t rent anything that was too risque but there were certainly some more than steamy films in the store’s cataloges.
“Hey babe, do you think this looks kinda like me?” You offered him a tape that he’s honestly never seen before. But lo and behold the woman on the cover looks exactly like you. And she’s scantily clad. And holding a gun.
“I don’t see it.” was all he said before practically shoving the tape back into your hands and almost running away from the aisle and into the employee-only room in the back. A growing flush traveled up the back of his neck as he retreated.
He not-so-secretly loved when you teased him. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he liked being flirted with just as much if not more than he liked flirting. Your small touches made his heart skip a beat and when the sugary compliments flowed from your lips he could feel himself melting.
But it had never been anything overtly sexual, until now. Now he couldn’t stop thinking of you dressed in next to nothing like the woman on the tape. But instead of a gun, you were holding his bat. He was 100% sure that he should not enjoy that image as much as he did, but what are you gonna do?
He couldn’t wait for your shift to end so he could take you home and return everything you’ve been giving him all day. But as he checked the clock he realized he still had three more hours with you. And there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you’re game was not even close to being done.
He was right of course. After you saw his reaction to the tape Robin had shown you last week, with a cover model who looked suspiciously like you. There was no way you were going to stop now. It was just too much fun. There was one thing left in your arsenal. Something you had never really tried before but were sure was going to get a big reaction from him.
You watched him do his job for a while, perched on your stool, occasionally being forced to tear your eyes away from his form when a customer needed help. It always returned though. With just fifteen minutes left until close, Steve began to make his way back to the counter to grab the list of closing duties for that day and begin the process of closing down the store so the two of you could go home.
You figured it was now or never, your shift was almost over and if you wanted to really get him to flush before you left you’d have to pull the big guns out now.
“Hey, Stevie?”
“Yeah, Babe?”
“I love you.”
He got so red that his face matched the vest he was wearing.
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Never Ending Proposals
Steve Harrington x Plus size!reader
Word Count: 2267 words
Warnings: none
Summary: Steve really wants to marry the reader, and will NOT give it up but at a certain point, he has to face reality.
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“Steve…no”
“No”
“No Harrington”
“God, what is wrong with you? We are not getting engaged”
With the way you just kept repeating yourself, you were sure that someone was going to have you committed but it wasn’t entirely your fault.
He just wouldn’t drop it.
No matter what you tried to tell him, Steve refused to accept that you weren’t ready to be his wife yet.
You got it, you really did. You had heard his fantasy over and over again, about all the kids and the camper van and all that.
It sounded nice… after you had secure careers and could actually afford a camper full of Harrington's. Until then, you were just going to keep saying no, and it didn’t matter how sweet Steve was, or how much he genuinely meant each proposal.
As far as you were concerned, Steve Harrington was still a child, and so were you. Neither of you had any business getting married or starting a family yet.
Just last week, you’d lost Dustin in the mall, and you were confident he was easier to handle than an infant. At least, you hoped he was, considering how much trouble he caused the two of you all by himself.
How were you supposed to juggle everything you already did on top of marital responsibilities? You couldn’t.
There was no way to feasibly make it work.
Not that your partner saw that as clearly as you did, as evidenced by the fact you were once again talking about it, this time driving down the road.
“I just think it would be nice, y’know?” Steve hummed, getting that dreamy look in his eye again, even though you’d already shot this particular fantasy down once this week.
You smiled in spite of yourself, enjoying the fact that he’d clearly given the more romantic parts of his plan some decent thought. In every way except the practical, he knew exactly how it would go down if you agreed.
Unfortunately, you had your focus placed firmly in reality, where there was no ring on your finger and you liked it that way-for the time being, at least.
“It would be nice, but we aren’t ready” you reminded, resting back fully against your chair, turning your head to meet his gaze before he returned his to the road.
That wasn’t he wanted to hear.
Part of you felt bad for shooting him down so readily. You understood the sentiment, and it would be a lie to say that his insistence on being with you was romantic but it was also crazy.
If you went through with it now, it would be like playing house. It wouldn’t actually be something you could sustain all on your own, and that was just the marriage part. You were even less ready to be parents.
You didn’t even have reliable parents of your own. You wouldn’t know how to be them.
“Why not? We always make it through, together,” he kept going, muscle memory almost entirely driving him now, as he ran his left hand through his hair, only partially focusing on the road.
From where he was sitting, it made perfect sense.
Sure, getting married young like you were was a little unorthodox, but it wasn’t entirely uncommon, especially in a small town like Hawkins. Besides, if anyone had any hope of making it work, he was sure it was you.
The two of you, getting through things together and making it work, no matter what. That was who you were and who you’d always been, for one another.
Marriage was just a formality.
A way to make it permanent, forever.
“We could definitely handle marriage” Steve shrugged decidedly, taking your silence as as much of an answer as he was going to get for now.
He knew you weren’t ready, but it didn’t bother him. You were worth waiting for and if waiting was what you wanted to do, you would do it.
…but he wasn’t going to stop proposing.
Steve made up his mind. He wanted to marry you more than he’d wanted anything in a long time and he wasn’t about to let you forget it.
Not that you could even dream of something like that.
You were painfully aware of the situation at hand, sometimes to the point that the pressure nearly crushed you. After all, Steve had dated a lot of girls before you, and of all of them, you were the one he chose to propose to and not just once.
He had proposed to you more times than you could keep track of, though the most memorable ones had certainly carved out a place in your mind.
The first time, for example, you and Steve had gone to the park and halfway through your walk, he’d made up his mind, and dropped to his knee right there.
Then there were the most elaborate schemes of all; like the time he’d sent a single slip of paper to your house every day for a month, all with the same proposal penned into the paper in blue ink, or when he’d hidden his grandmother’s diamond in a soda can.
Each and every one was crafted with so much effort and care, and he’d put so much time into every individual moment and detail.
It was a beautiful testament to how much he cared for you, and part of you wanted to say yes.
…but you couldn’t.
Wouldn’t. Not until you knew the time was right.
“We could. But first, we have to handle the video store” you reminded, pressing a soft kiss to Steve’s cheek before ducking out of the car entirely, leaving the man you loved to once again ponder over another failed conversation.
“I can handle the video store” he muttered, content to enjoy another day by your side, even if it was just as your boyfriend.
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“Hey Steve” you called, rounding the corner to the horror section where he was restocking inventory, finally making up your mind, once and for all.
As endearing as he was, and as genuine as his feelings were for you, something had to change.
The pressure of all this marriage and babies stuff was going to drive you crazy, and you couldn’t feel like he was just constantly waiting for you to say yes, like you were keeping him from the one thing he really wanted.
Like being his girlfriend wasn’t enough anymore.
As soon as he heard your voice, the man stopped dead in his tracks, glancing at you over his shoulder, a huge grin on his handsome face.
“There’s my favorite girl. How were the romantic comedies?” he hummed, referring to the section you’d been assigned for the night.
Right now, it was just the two of you on the floor, given the fact Robin had drawn the short straw and was currently locked in the back room. Normally, that would mean a fair amount of sneaky kisses and misquoted movies, but not tonight.
Tonight, you couldn’t stop thinking about the talk you’d had on your way in and you needed some closure, before you drove yourself crazy.
“They’re fine. I was just thinking and I wanted to run something by you” you tried, watching as Steve immediately put down the box he’d been working on and turned his fullest attention to you, as if there was nothing else in the world.
Which, to be fair, there may has well been, in Steve’s mind.
“Sure, what’s up?”
His words hung in the air for only a moment before you finally blurted out what you’d been thinking about all day, without any of the tact you’d been hoping for.
“I need you to stop proposing to me” You started, slightly panicking now that it was all out in the open. Almost instantly, you felt that weight on your chest, no doubt punishment for crushing whatever happy family dream your boyfriend had for the two of you.
Understandably, there was silence between you for a moment as Steve tried to process what you were telling him.
Thankfully, you stepped in again before he could let his brain run wild with this new information. You wanted to make sure that he understood that you weren’t telling him no forever, or ending things, all you wanted to do was wait a little bit longer.
After all, you had ever intention of marrying him, as soon as you reasonably could.
“I love you, more than anything, and one day, you will be the most amazing husband. I just want to wait a little while longer” you cooed, speaking as quickly as you possibly could.
More silence.
By this point, you were sure that you’d upset him, maybe more than you ever had in the course of your relationship.
There was no way to know for sure considering Steve, the most expressive person you’d ever known, wasn’t actually saying or doing anything.
Until, of course, he did.
All at once, the man you loved was standing in front of you, holding your hands gingerly in his own as if you may actually slip through them if he wasn’t careful.
“What is it? Are you worried about your parents? Or my parents? Is it money? Because I can take more shifts. I’m just saying, I could definitely support you, we can figure it out” Steve assured, squeezing your hands, his face so close to your own that you could see the slight flecks of green in his eyes.
Which, of course, nearly melted you.
While you knew it was a bad idea, it was moments like this that made you want to marry him that much more.
He was so amazing.
You knew that there was nothing Steve wouldn’t do for the people he loved, and somehow you’d found yourself in the middle of that…you were lucky to be in love with him, you knew that.
All you were asking was to be with him, in this moment, instead of constantly yearning for a future that you weren’t prepared for yet.
“It’s none of that. I just can’t handle the pressure of it. I don’t want to feel like I’m letting you down” you sighed, deflating at his earnestness.
You loved him so much, and you just needed that to be enough for now.
Steve nearly scoffed at that before forcing it down. Clearly, even though it made no sense to him, that was how you were feeling and he had no right to take away from that.
“You could never let me down,”
Say what you may about Steve Harrington, but he was nothing if not determined to be happy and nothing brought him more happiness than his girl. You were his everything, and if he had to give up every other one of his vices to make you his, then he would just have to learn to live without the rest of it.
It was unbelievable to him that you were actually his girlfriend, and even a smile from you could brighten his whole day and send away the rain.
No matter what you two went through together, you had always been by his side, and the truest love he’d ever had.
The least he could do was try to return that favor for you.
That being said, this morning when he brought it up, he knew that you weren’t going to be happy with him but he didn’t really care. He wanted you to be his wife, and would do whatever it would take to get to that point.
Which wasn’t fair.
At some point, he should have considered the position he was putting you in, and since he hadn’t, Steve was grateful you’d brought it up.
The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, or make anything harder for you. That was quite literally the reason he wanted to marry you in the first place, so that he could make sure you were always content.
“I love you, that’s what this whole thing is about. So, if you aren’t ready, we’ll wait” he decided, a flood of relief washing over you in an instant.
That was all you needed to hear.
That he wasn’t angry with you, and that he was okay with putting off any greater life planning until you were actually prepared for them.
Steve wasn’t thrilled about it, of course, but he knew what you were saying. In fact, this was one of the reasons he loved you so much. You were so much more realistic than he was, and if he didn’t have you, it was possible that he wouldn’t be able to function even half as well.
“I love you” he repeated, wrapping his arms around you fully now, in what had to be the most comforting hug you’d ever shared.
Not that you could be shocked, even now.
Everything that Steve ever did made him feel that much more irreplaceable to you and he really was. It warmed your heart to know that he was so serious about all of this, and that he really did love you as much as he claimed to.
“I love you! We’ll get there. I promise” you whispered back, giving him a strong squeeze before pulling away almost completely, though not far, considering the fact that you could still feel his breath fanning your face.
“Okay, then I have a promise for you,” Steve grinned, tapping his chin, almost as if deep in thought, before he finally made up his mind.
“I promise that the next time I propose will be the last time”
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How Steve Got His Groove Back
Summary: Season 3 Steve has lost his mojo, but with a little help from you, he might get it back.
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Female Reader
Other Characters: Robin Buckley, random girls at the mall
Warnings: Reader is insecure, Steve is insecure, a whole lotta dirty smut in this one, reader is kinda bullied.
Word Count: 3k+
Part 2
“Ahoy ladies, didn’t see you there!”
You almost jump back, startled by the loud voice of the man behind the counter.
The girls in front of you exchange amused glances.
He continues. “Would you guys like to set sail on this ocean of my flavor with me? I’ll be your captain, I’m Steve Harrington.”
You feel second-hand embarrassment for the guy. Sure, he’s cute, but cute doesn’t make up for that ridiculous outfit he’s wearing or how awkward he is.
The girls walk away laughing and you step up to the counter. “Is Robin here?”
He nods and jerks his thumb to the back.
You can’t help but notice that he doesn’t try any of his cheesy lines on you.
Probably not his type, those girls were thin and gorgeous.
You duck into the backroom.
“Robin, who’s the hot dingus working up front?”
She snorts. “Steve Harrington, former king of Hawkins High.”
“Wow, how the mighty have fallen.”
The windows to the front pop open and Steve sticks his head in.
“I can hear you, you know.”
You and Robin laugh. “Oh, we know.”
“Thanks for calling me hot, by the way.” He offers you his hand.
“Hey, I just call it like I see it. If you look past the sailor suit and the general awkwardness surrounding you, you’re pretty good-looking.” You shake his hand. “Y/N.”
“Steve.”
“So I’ve heard.” You turn back to Robin. “We still hanging out after your shift?”
She nods. “Definitely. I need pizza and horror movies, stat.”
You glance over at Steve. “You can come too, dreamboat, if you don’t have a hot date or anything.”
Robin snorts.
Steve tries to look casual and fails miserably, propping on his elbow and almost hitting his head on the counter when it slips.
“Um, yeah, sure, I can move around my plans.”
“Don’t do us any favors.” Robin mumbles under her breath.
You wait until Steve is out of earshot to give her a scolding look. “Robin, be nice. I feel bad for him. He’s obviously lost his mojo.”
You gesture to her erase board. “That him striking out?”
She nods and giggles. “He’s flopped every time.”
You turn and watch him trying to flirt with yet another customer, dropping her change and almost spilling her sundae.
“What’s wrong with him?” You ask under your breath.
“His girlfriend dumped him and he’s having a breakdown.” Robin replies.
“That explains it.”
“I’ll meet you out front in a bit, okay?”
You nod and gesture toward Steve. “Don’t forget to bring dingus.”
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A few hours later you’re all sprawled in your living room, the Exorcist playing while you eat junk food and gossip. Robin is piled up on blankets and pillows on the floor, you’re laying on the couch, and Steve is sitting by your feet.
Robin starts to nod off halfway through the movie.
You take the opportunity to talk to Steve a little more.
You find out that you have similar taste in music and movies. To your surprise, the two of you talk for almost three hours straight, never running out of things to say.
“So, today was interesting, watching you crash and burn repeatedly. Like a train wreck, you just can’t look away.” You tease.
He scowls. “I’m a little off my game lately is all. I’ll make a comeback.”
“Not in that sailor outfit you won’t.” You giggle.
“It’s definitely not doing me any favors. Neither is the fact that I stink of loser.”
“Hmm?”
He sighs. “I didn’t get into college. My dad forced me to take this job. On top of that my girlfriend broke up with me for this dude I thought was a loser but turns out he’s actually okay, which makes me the jackass, I guess.”
“Sounds like it might.” You admit.
“Yeah, well, it’s been a tough year.” He rubs his face with both hands.
“You know what your problem is?” You ask.
“My life is a disaster?”
“Well yeah, but besides that. Your problem is that you actually believe what you’re saying. And you’re projecting it.”
He cocks his head to the side, looking confused. “Speak English.”
“You think you’re a loser, so you’re acting like a loser, and that’s all people can see.”
“Well how am I supposed to fix that?”
“Long-term? Therapy. Talk to you dad. Improve your thinking process.”
He grimaces. “Short-term?”
“Get laid. It’ll boost your confidence and you’ll feel better. People can tell when you haven’t had sex in awhile. It’s like a pheromone or something.”
He seems to be mulling over what you said.
You turn your attention back to the TV.
After a minute or so, you feel his hand on your leg.
You glance over at him.
“Do you wanna fuck me maybe?” He asks so casually, like he’s asking to borrow a pen.
“Oh, you’re funny. That sense of humor could work in your favor.”
“I’m being serious.”
You sit up to stare at him.
He shrugs. “I’m just saying. We could fuck.”
“I’m not really your type, Steve. Not sure how I would help your confidence. And I barely know you.”
He looks confused. “Not my type? Hot is my type. And who says we have to know each other to have sex?”
“My point still stands.”
“You don’t think you’re hot?”
“Not particularly.”
“Why not?”
You gesture to your body. “Not exactly the type of the girl you were flirting with at the mall.”
“I don’t have a specific type. I think lots of girls are hot.”
“Could have fooled me.”
He takes your hand and tugs you close, placing your fingers over his crotch.
“I’m hard as a rock just thinking about fucking you. You say I need to be more confident, right? Sounds like you need to take your own advice.”
You bite your lip and glance over at Robin, who’s snoring peacefully.
Am I really thinking about fucking him?
Steve squeezes your hand, making you grip his length. He moans slightly and flexes his hips. It’s so fucking sexy your breath catches.
Yeah, I’m gonna fuck him.
“Upstairs.” You take his hand and lead him to your room.
Steve wastes no time getting naked, clearly confident about his body. His lips crash into yours and he unbuttons your shirt, pushing it off your shoulders.
You both maneuver toward the bed and he reaches behind you, unhooking your bra with one hand effortlessly.
“Fuck, your tits look incredible.” He latches on to your nipple greedily.
You moan softly and tangle a hand in his hair.
He unbutton your pants and shoves them down, wasting no time sliding a hand into your panties and easing a finger inside you.
“You on birth control?”
“Mhm, pill.”
His lips fasten on the side of your neck. “Can I mark you?”
“Robin will see in the morning.”
“You embarrassed for people to know about this?”
“I just mean she might get upset that we snuck off to have sex.”
“Guess that’s a good point.” He looks disappointed.
Ugh, tugging on my damn heartstrings with that pouty face.
“Fuck it, mark me up.”
He grins happily and you giggle.
Your giggle turns into a low moan as he nips your skin and then starts sucking a red splotch.
“Mmm, feels good.”
He starts pumping his finger inside you. He twists his wrist slightly and uses his thumb to press on your clit.
“Ohhh, fuck.” You whimper.
“Wanna taste you.”
He starts kissing down your chest.
You pull his head back up. “No, it’s cool.”
“I want to.”
“Let me taste you instead.” You offer
You roll him on his back before he can protest. You don’t know how to explain that you don’t want him kissing down your belly because it’s not flat and has stretch marks. You don’t know how to say that you worry because you’re a bigger girl, you sweat down there more than other girls and he won’t like the way you taste.
He fists your hair as you take him into your mouth. “Fuck, Y/N, you look gorgeous with your lips around my cock.”
You lick up and down his shaft. Steve pushes your head down a little further.
“Suck on my balls, please.” His voice is almost a whimper.
You take one in your mouth and suck. His fingers tighten in your hair, pulling almost to the point of pain. You raise your head and take him back in your mouth.
Steve has to fight the urge not to hold you still and fuck your face. He’s never been so horny in his life. Your fucking curves, your thick thighs, how soft and pliant you are, it’s driving him fucking wild.
He pulls you off his dick and up the bed to give you a sloppy kiss, squeezing your thighs. “Wanna ride me?”
“Um, I don’t think so.”
He cock his head to the side and studies your face. “Do you want to stop?”
“No, I’m good to keep going. Did you want to stop?”
“Hell no. I’m about to bust.” He admits. He tugs your panties off and pulls you so that you’re straddling him.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” You murmur, a weak protest as you feel his cock rub against your pussy lips.
“Oh, you wanna be rough?”
This dingus.
“I mean, it’s not my usual style, but if you want to like spank me or something-”
“Jesus, Steve, I meant that I don’t want to crush you!” You squeak, blushing.
“Oh, my bad. I thought you were like, into something kinky. Wait, crush me?”
He grabs your waist and rolls his hips into you. “I can handle anything you wanna throw at me, babygirl.”
“I just meant-”
He rolls you on to your back.
“Enough. Let me tell you what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna eat your pussy like it’s my last meal on earth. And when I’m satisfied with my meal, you’re gonna ride my dick like a good girl.”
You feel yourself getting wetter from his words.
“Enough putting yourself down. When I offered to fuck you, I knew exactly what I was getting into. I want you, got it?”
You nod.
“Say yes if you want this.”
“Yes, yes, I want this.”
“Now, wrap those thighs around my head and let me eat.”
He dives between your legs and starts lapping at your cunt greedily. You gasp.
His hands slide under your legs, urging them over his shoulders.
“Fuck, baby, so wet. All this, for me?”
He mumbles between your thighs, his tongue flicking over your clit. He sucks it hard, making you buck your hips and groan. His mouth moves further down, and he shoves his tongue into your pussy, fucking your hole.
“Oh God, Steve, that’s so good. Fuck, so good!”
He rubs your clit with his fingers, his tongue swirling inside you.
Oh Jesus this man is a sex wizard. Those girls don’t know what they’re missing.
He takes his other hand and presses down on your lower belly. A jolt flashes through your body and you arch your back off the bed, fisting the sheets beneath you as you fight the urge to scream out in pleasure.
He uses the hand on your stomach to hold you still as you become a writhing panting mess beneath his skilled mouth.
You blink away tears as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had racks your body, leaving you breathless and whimpering.
Steve is falling apart between your legs. Your little moans, the way you taste, how responsive you are, it’s enough to make him insane. He’s whimpering himself, and rubbing his cock against your mattress, desperate for any friction as his precum leaks out on your sheets.
He wants you to cum again. He wants to taste you a little longer. His face being buried in your cunt is his favorite place in the world now, he decides, and he wants to make the most of it while he’s here.
He sucks your clit again, sliding two fingers inside you easily.
You gasp and roll your hips. “Steve, oh fuck, you’re still going?”
He mumbles against your clit and it sends pleasure shooting through you. His fingers pump inside you expertly, knowing exactly how to bend and where to press to send you flying over the edge again. It’s more intense this time, and you have to clap your hand over your mouth to keep from yelling as you cum for the second time. It feels like an out-of-body experience.
You start to come down from you high and realize that Steve is still eating your pussy. You whimper from how sensitive your clit is and gently push his head away.
He looks up at you with lust-blown pupils, his lips and chin wet. He looks fucking feral.
There he is. He’s got it now.
He grabs your waist and flips you on top of him effortlessly, slapping your ass.
You barely have time to get your balance before he’s pushing himself inside you. You slap your hands on his chest and groan as he wastes no time bottoming out in you.
“Fucking ride me, baby. Ride my cock.” He hisses through clenched teeth. “Let me see those tits bounce.”
You start at a slow pace but Steve isn’t having it. He sits up slightly, locks an arm around you, and drives his hips up into you.
“Harder.” He grunts in your ear. “Make it hurt a little.”
You rake your nails down his back and clench your pussy muscles around him.
He sinks his teeth into your tit, groaning your name against your skin.
“Fuck, Steve, don’t stop.”
He looks up at you, pouty pink lips begging to be kissed. You press your lips to his, locking into a heated kiss that leaves you breathless.
“Need this.” He mumbles against your mouth. “Need you.”
You moan. Something shifts between you. You aren’t sure when or how it happens, but you’re suddenly kissing him softly, his thrusts slowing down, becoming lazy and gentle.
His lips mold against yours. “Mmm, baby, just like that. Riding me like such a good girl.”
“Such a good girl for you.” You whimper.
“Come on baby, cum for me.” He pleads. “Wanna see you fall apart for me.”
His hand slips between the two of you and he rubs your clit.
You feel your body start to tighten again. You clench around him, burying your face in his shoulder. He grasps your chin and pulls your face up.
“No, baby. Wanna see it. Wanna watch you cum.”
“Please….Steve…so close.” Your thighs burn from riding him. You wanna stop but you speed up instead, chasing that third orgasm. Steve speeds up too, falling back into the bed and digging his heels into the mattress to push deeper into you.
You can’t help it. You cry out loudly, almost screaming his name as you cum again. He pulls you down for a kiss to quieten you, capturing your cries with his mouth.
His hips stutter, and he slams into you once more with a hoarse cry of his own, shooting his load deep inside you.
He rolls and tucks you into his side, kissing you once more.
“I may never let you out of this bed.” He murmurs into your hair.
You giggle. “As much fun as that sounds, I think Robin would have an aneurysm if she woke up and found us like this.”
“Yeah, I guess I should probably go. Just tell her I left after the movie.”
You feel a twinge of disappointment but ignore it as you both get dressed and you walk him out.
This was just to help him get his mojo back. It was a one time thing. Don’t read into it, don’t dwell on it.
He kisses your cheek. “I’ll see you.”
“See ya.” You echo. He’s out the door. You curl up on the couch and fall asleep almost instantly.
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You’re back at the mall a few days later, feeling nervous as you head into Scoops. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Steve. You were a little worried about seeing him today.
He’s standing by the counter, talking to some gorgeous blonde girl who looks like she’s never eaten ice cream a day in her life. You glance around for Robin. Assuming she’s in the back, you duck behind the counter.
Steve notices you out of the corner of his eye and stops mid-sentence.
“Y/N, hey!” He calls out, waving to you.
You wave back, plastering a friendly smile on your face.
He pats the blonde on the shoulder and hurries over to you.
“Haven’t seen you in a few days.”
“Mhm.”
“It is weird if I say I missed you?” He blushes.
You ignore his question and gesture to the girl. “Looks like you got your mojo back.”
“Yeah, all thanks to you. You’re the best.” He kisses your cheek.
No, I’m a fucking idiot.
Robin sticks her head out the window to the back. She takes one glance at your expression and instantly knows what’s going on. You hadn’t said anything, but she’d seen the hickeys on your neck and the stains on your sheets and instantly put two-and-two together.
“Well I won’t keep you from your blonde friend, will you let Robin know I’m waiting outside?”
He nods. “Do you want some ice cream before you go?”
You start to shake your head.
“Of course she does.” The blonde mutters.
Oh, what a bitch.
To your surprise, Steve levels a stare at her and cocks an eyebrow.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She looks flustered. “I mean, who doesn’t want ice cream? It’s so good.”
You cross your arms and glare at her. “I’m sure that’s what you meant.”
She rolls her eyes and turns back to Steve, smiling coyly. “So did you want my number?”
Steve shakes his head. “I’ll pass, thanks.”
Her mouth drops open. “Really?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, really.”
She stalks off.
Steve turns back to you. “So, movie night tonight?”
“You didn’t have to do that, Steve. I wouldn’t have cared if you got her number.”
“Rude isn’t my type.”
“I’m rude.”
“I made an exception for you.�� He winks.
You can’t help but giggle.
“So, tonight?” He asks hopefully.
“Movie night sounds great, actually. Robin, you in?”
She shakes her head. “No thanks, I have plans. But you two have fun.”
Steve turns out of Robin’s line of sight and wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Oh, we will.”
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You Had A Bad Day ( You've Seen What You Like )
Summary: Reader has a bad day, and goes to her best friends to make it better.
Steddie x pluz size fem!reader, friends to lovers, inexperienced reader, touch starved reader, no use of Y/N (we don't do that in this house), but definite use of pet names, these boys are ridiculous, use of "girl" and feminine pronouns, not an over abundance but they are there! Mentions of slight anger issues, volume control issues, and self esteem issues, all on the readers part.
This is literally only the second x reader fic I've ever written please be gentle!
Enjoy!!! I hope you're all having good days, but just in case, have this! *smooches you*
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Your day had been... shit. That's what it had been. Just shit. And nothing new had really happened. Just the same old shit at work, always having to clean up everyone's mess before you could start your own work for the day. Just an endless cycle, day after day.
You clock out, head home, take a shower, throw on your pajamas, and head to see your boys.
They weren't... your boys.. technically. You all were just friends. Steve and Eddie were each others boys, and you were their friend, their best friend, their third wheel who some would say was maybe a little too close to both of them. But you loved them, both. And they both loved you. You were their girl.
And if in your heart of hearts you wanted more, well, no one needed to know that besides you.
Your stomach turned at the thought of them finding out. That you loved them both. A lot more than friends. Afraid they'd judge you, even though you knew, in the logical part of your brain, that they wouldn't. Ever.
You park your car next to Eddie's van and stomp up the steps of the trailer, ignoring the squeak they let out as you pass over them. The doors unlocked so you walk in, like always. Sighing deeply as the door shuts behind you, already feeling calmer. They both look from the tv to you, their heads moving in synch.
"Can I use your bedroom?" You grumble, shrugging out of your jacket and kicking your shoes off to join theirs in a pile on the floor. Eddie's face brightens as Steve frowns.
"Course you can!" Eddie makes to stand. And you know he's gonna come and hug you, and you want it, but you wanna lay in bed more. So you head straight to his room and fall on his bed with a grunt. Your face shoved into his pillow as you move around a bit, trying to get comfy. You settle on your side with a huff, and feel eyes on you.
Steve and Eddie are standing in the doorway, arms crossed, bothing giving you sympathetic looks.
"Bad day?" Steve asks, already moving toward you, he crouches by the bed, rests his hand on your shoulder. You nod, face still scrunched in a frown, you feel like you've been frowning all day.
"Did you eat yet?" He asks, his fingers moving gently through your hair. You shake your head, and Steve gives you a nod, pushes himself to his feet.
"I'll be back." He ruffles your hair and is gone again. And you... you don't know how he does it.
Because usually when people mention food around you, you immediately feel self-conscious, years of your mothers comments running through your head, but they way Steve asks, always, is full of concern, like he wants to make sure you're eating, not telling you you should be eating less.
"Need some love babe?" Eddie's voice cuts through your thoughts and you look at him, thinking, if he only knew. But you nod, once, still frowning. He claps his hands together once and rubs them together.
"Can do. Cuddles imminent. In three... two... one." His voice robotic as he walked toward you and then threw hismelf onto the bed, you rolled towards him, tried to hold yourself back but he grabbed you, curled himself around you, giving you a squeeze.
"Nuh uh. You're not gettin away I just landed!" He shouted, wiggling as he shook you in his arms. You determinedly keep the frown on your face, eyebrows knitted together as he lets you go, so you can turn and face him. He sees your frown and pouts at you dramatically.
"Wanna talk about it?" He ask, booping your nose gently with his finger, you scrunch your face but don't smile.
"Nothing to say really. Same shit." You sigh shake your head. He nods, snuggles closer, moving to put his arm under your head so he can get in your space better. You sigh, fingers picking at the sheets between you.
"I just get so angry. And upset. And then I feel like an idiot because no one else is upset. Or cares? And I'm just there seething and full of rage." You huff, frowning at him. He smiles brightly, moves his hand up again and presses two fingers between your eyebrows, trying to sooth the frown, you bite your lip, fighting a smile.
"But that's just how we like you sweetheart. Seething and full of rage. I'm gonna write a song about you, call it that." He smiles again, his fingers dancing over your face gently before he moves again and takes your hand when you growl at him.
"But I get it. It sucks when your emotions are big like that. But the way I see it, and Steve too, it just means you care. And maybe you care too much, at your job at least, cuz that's never gonna fuckin change right?" He scoffs.
"If anything it just gets worse." You grumble. He nods.
"Exactly. But outside of work, when you're with us, or the kids, we like it. You're so emotive, and I mean shit, you and Dustin get together and it's like a full on shouting match, whether you guys are mad or not." He laughs, your cheeks flush. You have volume control issues, that's... definitely a thing, you groan and hide your face in his arm.
"Hey no! It's a good thing!" He laughs, cups your cheek to get your attention, and then you're staring at him, eyes wide, as he blinks at you, soft smile on his lips as his eyes flick to your mouth and then back, his tongue running along his lips he looks at you. You stare for a second longer and look away, rolling to lay on your back with a sigh.
"Yeah. I guess." You say, you wish you could see yourself the way Eddie does, or Steve, or all your friends. You feel Eddie press close again, his hand settles on your arm, warm and steady as he touches you.
"Want me to go set it on fire? So you don't have to go back for a few days?" Eddie asks, he's so close to you, whispering in your ear, and normally that would make you flush, or lose your train of thought, but his words make you laugh, loud and bright. It bursts out of you, and then you snort and grimace, but you're still chuckling when you look back at Eddie, he's still smiling. His head resting on his hand, he's up on his elbow now, looking down at you, his eyes so fucking fond.
"There she is! Welcome back sweetcheeks!" He says, poking your warm cheek and then pressing a kiss to it.
The air in the room changes, he pulls back, but not far, his breath warm on your face as he looks down at you, eyes hooded, his hand moves up your arm, your skin tingling under his touch, his hand warm through your shirt. Your breathing is shakey as his hand moves further, cups your cheek, his thumb moving over your skin slowly. Your breath catches in your throat when his eyes linger on your mouth. Your brow furrows, you're frowning again, this isn't... he can't be.
"Eddie?" You breathe, at the same time he says,
"Can I kiss you?"
You blink at him, sure he can't have just asked you that, he's with... with Steve. But he's looking at you, his hand still on your face, his thumb moving over your bottom lip now as your heart pounds.
"You- what? What about Steve?" You stammer, licking your lips, your breath faltering again as Eddie tracks the movement.
"Hmm?" Eddie hums, his teeth digging into his lip as he stares at you, you know that look, he's only half paying attention, lost in a day dream. You gulp, he's lost in a daydream while staring at your mouth, his thumb pressed into your lip now, softly, but the pressure is intoxicating.
"St- Steve. What about Steve?" You repeat, weakly. Eddie blinks, looking at your eyes again.
"Oh. Yeah. You can kiss him too." His voice is floaty, like he's still not completely paying attention to your concerns, your heart pounds harder at his words.
"What?" You grab his wrist, tug his hand away from your face and he blinks quickly, coming back to himself.
"What?" He asks, trying to look innocent.
"I can kiss him too?" You repeat his words, pointedly, squeezing his wrist tightly. He nods, once, and fucking shrugs again.
"Yeah. See?" He turns to look toward the door.
"Hey Steve! She can kiss you too, right?" He calls, both of you looking at the ceiling as you hear something fall in the kitchen, you glance at Eddie, he closes his eyes, holds up his finger, nods.
"Uuhh..." Steve's voice floats down the hall, you can hear footsteps,
"Yeaaah." Steve's voice again, closer now. He steps into the doorway, face amused as he looks at you and Eddie. Eddie still towering over you, more so now, he's propped up on his hand, his other hand still in your grasp, resting on your stomach as you gape at them. Steve leans against the door frame, smiling now as he gives Eddie a look.
"You jumped the gun on that a bit, don't you think?" Steve asks, cocking his head to the side. Eddie groans next to you, drops his head back.
"Maybe! The forth of July is so far awaayyy." He whines, looking at Steve with big eyes. Steve laughs, shakes his head. Your heart pounds in your ears as you look between them both, you're... so confused. Steve points between the two of you,
"Pause this conversation. I'm gonna go turn the oven off." He says, sounding so much like a mom. And though you're so fucking confused, pretty sure you might actually be dreaming, because what's happening can't be real, you and Eddie both freeze, like always when Steve tells you to pause. You glance at each other, both of your mouths are open, like you'd frozen in the middle of speaking.
You both start grinning, trying not to laugh.
"You can move idiots!" Steve calls from the kitchen. You and Eddie both break at the same time, laughing and falling into each other. You notice you're still holding his hand against your stomach and let him go quickly, looking away.
"Sorry." You mumble, but he doesn't move his hand, drums his fingers against your stomach until you look down, looking at his hand resting there, your cheeks flushing, not wanting him to touch your stomach. Not that he can't see it. But him touching is different. You push his hand away, move it to the bed next to you. He tilts his head, but keeps his hand where you put it. He opens his mouth, brow furrowed, like he wants to say something, but Steve walks back in with a clap of his hands, settling them on his hips as he looks at you both.
"Okay! Let's talk." He says, sounding... chipper. You and Eddie share a look and then snort at him.
"Wow." You say, an over impressed tone in your voice.
"Steve what the hell? How is that romantic?" Eddie asks, shaking his head, dropping it into his hands. You finally sit up, groaning as you almost tumble to the side, Eddie catches you and holds you steady before letting you go again.
"Romantic? You yelled down the hall to me Munson!" Steve huffs, his thumb pointing over his shoudler. Eddie makes a face, then shrugs. You laugh, they're so stupid.
"He was doing okay before that." You mumble, fingers clenching in the sheets, then letting go.
"Oh yeah?" Steve asks, his voice dropping, making your head feel fuzzy as he looks at you. He looks... hungry. He walks toward the bed and sits next you, you try to make room for him and find yourself pressed against Eddie, who doesn't move.
You look over your shoulder at him, find him smiling sweetly at you.
"Hi." He says, his teeth digging into his lip again as he rests his hand on your shoulder, fingers pressing into your soft skin through your shirt. You're about to say hello back when you feel a hand on your knee, Steve.
You look back to him, your head spinning as you realize you're trapped between them. Though you know trapped is a strong word, they'd never make you do anything you didn't want to, and you know they'd let you up if you wanted.
"You wanna kiss me?" You blurt, looking at Steve like he's lost his mind. He laughs, squeezes your knee, leans forward, his eyes dropping to your lips.
"Yeah. We do." He emphasizes the 'we' as Eddie drops his chin on your shoulder, plastering himself against your back, his arms snake around you, hands hovering in front of your stomach before he rests them on your thighs. The touch makes you jump, but most touches do, you're not used to being touched, not used to people wanting to touch you.
"But I- I mean really? Me?" You ask, your hands shaking.
"Yes. You." Eddie breathes into your shoulder, moving to press his lips against your shirt. Your heart flutters. Steve moves his thumb slowly over your knee.
"But I- wait what was that about the fourth of july?" You ask, getting side tracked, but they both chuckle.
"We had a plan." Steve says.
"Steve had a plan. I thought we should just ask you during movie night." Eddie noses into your neck, making you whimper, he moves his hands up then, pressing his palms to your stomach and then wrapping his arms around you. You shift a little, clearly uncomfortable.
"I'm not letting go this time." Eddie whispers, then stills.
"Unless you really want me too." He says, his arms start to let you go and you grab them, haulting their retreat.
"No! I- I mean no, it's... it's nice." You look into your lap but feel him smile into your neck as he nuzzles closer.
"Anyway. My plan was to ask you at the carnival. But someone, couldn't wait I guess." He huffs, rolling his eyes at Eddie. You snort, patting his arm.
"I have no regrets." He says, sounding absolutely sincere.
"Well, maybe one." He whispers, one hand moving up your side, settling over your cheek, turning your head to look at him.
"What? What one?" You ask, shivering when you feel Steve press closer, his chest pressing against your side as Eddie looks into your eyes.
"I shoulda just kissed you earlier. Yelling at Steve ruined the mood." He sighs, licking his lips.
"Wow rude." Steve breathes into your shoulder, pressing a kiss there as Eddie moves his thumb over your lip again.
"She was so concerned about you babe. Didn't want me hurting you. Isn't that right?" He's staring at your mouth again, you're pretty sure your lungs have given up at this point, you feel lightheaded and overwhelmed and you never want it to stop.
"Aww. Really? That's so sweet of you babygirl. To be so concerned for me. But it wouldn't hurt me. I want this too. Want you too." Steve drags his nose across the skin of your neck, pressing a kiss behind your ear, your body feels like it's on fire, pressed between Steve and Eddie, both of them... wanting you. Eddie's thumb presses into your lip, harder this time, drawing your attention, you swallow thickly.
"Is this really happening?" You breathe, hands shaking where they're holding Eddie's arm around your middle, your fingers clutching him tight. He nods, still staring at you, you feel Steve nod, then feel his hand move up your arm to rest on your neck, his thumb soothing the skin under your ear.
"It's real." Eddie breathes, moving closer.
"We want you. Is that okay sweetheart? You wanna be with us?" He asks, his breath warm as it hits your face.
"We see the way you look us. We're not stupid. Or blind." Steve says, his lips brushing your skin again.
"I don't think your st- I mean I wasn't- I'm sorry." You're not sure what to focus on. But the thought of them noticing you looking at them that way makes your stomach flip, though your current situation certainly suggests they didn't mind it too much.
"You don't have to be sorry honey." Eddie whispers, smiling at you, his thumb dragging your lip down before he releases it. You whine in your throat, looking at him with wide eyes, your heart pounding in your chest.
"We liked it. We like you. Obviously." Steve says, chuckling into your neck, pulling you closer to him, away from Eddie, but Eddie follows, leans after you, still cupping your cheek. You shiver again, so much attention on you, their attention on you, making you warm all over.
"W- I like you too. Obviously." You echo Steve's phrasing, rolling your eyes, exasperated, feeling a little out of control. Eddie laughs, deep in his throat.
"I'm gonna kiss you now." He whispers, licking his lips again, eyes on your mouth.
"And I'm gonna kiss you next." Steve whispers, making you laugh, light and airy, a little manic sounding, as Eddie closes the distance, presses his lips to yours.
You sigh into it, whining again when Eddie's tongue runs across your bottom lip, at the same time Steve presses his lips against your throat. Steve opens his mouth, licks at your skin, making you gasp. Eddie takes advantage of your suprise, tilts your head just so and slips his tongue in your mouth, running it over your teeth as you moan, exploring.
Eddie pulls back, rests his head against yours, letting you catch your breath. A task nearly impossible with Steve mouthing at your throat, his hand on the other side of it tugging you closer, his other hand has moved around your waist, his fingers digging into your soft stomach, like he needs you closer.
"Eddie." You breath, he smiles, kisses you again, soft and sweet. And then he's gone, his mouth moving down you cheek to your neck, Steve's hand moving up your neck to turn your head towards him. You're panting as you look at him, your body thrumming with a heat and energy you've never felt so intensely before.
"Hi there." He says, a smirk on his lips as he looks at you.
"Hi." You sigh, already closing your eyes as he leans in. His lips are warm, and wet from the attention he'd been showing your neck. You whimper again, overly conscious of the fact that maybe you're doing it too much. But you can't really help it, the boys you've been in love with for years were both kissing you, and pulling you close. Both of their hands tugging at you, but it didn't feel like they were fighting over you, just, holding you, and needing you, in tandem.
"Steve." You breath it into his mouth, he smiles into yours, his hands moving to hold your face, pulling you closer, so he can kiss you deeper.
"He's got you princess. Don't worry. We won't let you fall apart." Eddie whispers, licking a long path up your neck and making you squirm, your hands tangled in the front of Steve's sweater as he pulls back, dips back in, kisses your bottom lip, sucks it between his, and then brushes his nose up yours. He rests his head against yours, his hands settling on your neck. Both of you panting into the space between you.
Eddie kisses back down your neck and then rests his chin on your shoulder again. His hand reaches out, grabbing at Steve.
Steve smiles, his lashes fluttering as he leans forward, kisses Eddie deeply as he hums against your back. You watch them kiss, until they part and look at you. You look away quickly, cheeks flushing impossibly deeper.
"Hey. It's okay." Steve's fingers under your chin bring your gaze back up to them.
"You're with us now. You can watch us whenever you want. Okay?" He says it so easy. You nod, feeling hot all over.
"C'mere." Eddie says, tugging you down onto the bed, melding himself against your back, nose pressed into your hairline as he nuzzles into your neck. Steve settles down in front of you, tangling your legs and resting his hand on your side. You squirm at the touch, somehow still feeling uncomfortable, after all that. Steve frowns, presses closer.
"You're ours now. We're gonna touch you. But only if you want us too. Is this okay?" He moves his thumb against the fold in your side, you squeeze your eyes shut.
"It is. Or I- I want it to be. It might take some getting used to." You open your eyes, squinting at Steve, and finding him smiling soflty.
"We can help you get used to it." He whispers, kisses the tip of your nose. Eddie snuggles closer, his arm wrapping around your side, hand settling on your stomach again.
"Be more than happy to. Looking forward to it, actually." Eddie whispers into your hair, presses kisses down the back of your neck until he's snuggled against you again. You chuckle, eyes on Steve, he smiles fondly.
"He gets clingy." Steve says, like it's a secret.
"Shut up Steve. I've been waiting to get in on this for fucking ever man. Let me have this." Eddie hisses over your shoulder.
"Yeah Steve. Let him have this." You huff, but there's a laugh bubbling in your throat. Steve scrunches his nose, snorts, and then curls closer, pressing close to your chest, resting his head on your shoulder.
Your hand twitches, you want to reach out, to touch him, but you're not sure. Steve notices, because of course he does. He takes your hand, presses a kiss to your palm.
"You can touch me. I want you to." Steve nods, lets his fingers slip away from yours and you move your hand over his shoulder, and then up into his hair, moving your fingertips over his scalp until he's humming happily, his eyes falling closed.
"Feeling better?" Eddie asks, kissing at your shoulder now. You nod, cover Eddie's hand on your stomach with your own.
"Yeah. One hundred percent. Best fucking day ever." You breathe, squeezing Eddie's hand as he laughs against your skin.
You lay there, warm, and comfortable, as they hold you. Steve falling asleep with your fingers in his hair, Eddie mouthing lazily at your shoulder. You close your eyes, trying to memorize the feeling of them around you, in case you open your eyes, or wake up, and it's all a dream.
But you know in your heart it's not, a dream that is, it's real, they're here, with you. Because they want to be, they want to be with you. You lay between them, cozy and calm, and happy.
Turns out they were your boys all along.
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Lunch worry
Steve harrington x reader
Plot: Steve realizes his girlfriend is five minutes late and his brain starts to fill with worry.
Notes: H/c= Hair color. Also if you want to think of this like before “Forever and always” you can. Because I kinda did. Makes this really sad.
Warnings: Steve driving himself crazy. Worried Steve, protective Steve.
It’s been a long day at the family video store for both Robin and Steve. People have been coming in non stop and needing help, it’s only been a few hours since opening.
Steve had to open so he’s been there the longest and he could feel his stomach growling as soon as he started the day despite eating breakfast.
You could imagine their relief when the last couple of people walked out the door and it was peace and quiet. They both sighed to themselves and leaned on what ever was near them.
“Whens lunch?” Steve asked desperately for their small break. Robin looked at the clock and back at him slightly happy.
“About five minutes” She smiled as Steve let out a small cheer but his head quickly started to turn.
“And she’s not here” Steve’s head started think about his girlfriend, his every sweet girlfriend. She usually dropped of homemade lunch for him always ten minutes early.
“What?” Robin questioned.
“She’s not here, like five minutes late.” Steve start to pace with panic. After everything that has happened in the passed he always worried about her.
“Do you think she’s hurt? Or have I done something to upset her” He put a hand through his hair. “I mean if she was running late she would call right?” He placed a hand on his hip and looked at Robin serious.
“She’s probably fine, Steve. She can take care of herself even if she was in trouble” That made Steve even more panicked then it should have.
“You think she’s in trouble?” Robin watched him go a little crazy on himself. “You remember the last time she was in trouble right? That monster thing had her and I-” Robin stopped listening to his rant and looked outside the window.
She saw a brown car pull up and park, she saw it every day so she knews who it was. “Steve” She tired to stop Steve’s rant but he didn’t give up.
“I can’t help worrying about her I mean I almost lost her before. She’s like the air i breath” No matter how hard Robin tried to turn his attention it didn’t work. But the sound of the bell and a voice from behind him did.
“Sorry I’m late, I took a nap and woke up late” Before the girl could question Steve’s state he hugged her tightly. She smiled and let him hug her, she couldn’t hug him back because her hands were full.
“Hello to you too” The H/c girl looked at Robin to question Steve’s actions but she only rolled her eyes. Y/n let out a giggle as steve stepped away.
“Thank god you’re okay, I thought the worst”
“I was like five minutes late” Y/n titled her head and Steve realized how panic he got but ever since he almost lost her at the starcourt mall, he’s never stopped.
“I can’t help worrying about you” Giving him a smile she kisses his cheek and walked to the counter sitting down two paper bags.
“Well I’m always going to be here so don’t worry. I can’t leave you without someone to make your lunch” She pushed one bag towards Robin.
“I brought you home made muffin” Robin grabbed it quickly and took out the muffin. Steve moved to his girlfriend and hugged her waist from behind and kissed her cheek.
“Call next time, I was really worried about my food” Y/n slapped his arm in a playful way and he only turned her around.
“I’m joking, you know I only think about you” He brings her closer one more time and presses his lips onto hers in a soft short kiss.
“And sandwiches”
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Eddie Munson is an ass man
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Eddie Munson is an ass man
Ok so I am convinced this guy is an ass man, not just in the sense he likes looking at it/grabbing it
Anal is eddies favourite kind of sex, if it’s not something you’re into its not a deal breaker but if you’re up for it he'll go as far with it as you let him
He enjoys eating your ass as much as fucking it, he loves having you sit on his face
You’d think his favourite position is doggy because of his love of all things ass but he actually doesn’t like to have sex in any position he cant see your face
He’s decided the best of both words is doggy in front of his mirror
If you're into or willing to try denial Eddie is happy to kind of ignore your pussy because your ass is just so hot
Part of the reason he enjoys anal is he can come in you without worrying and keep it there
Even when he fucks your pussy he finishes in your ass
Eddie likes making you cum though, he enjoys knowing you feel good so I can see him training you to cum from anal
Using a vibe and his fingers to get you off while he's inside you, so you associate him fucking your ass with intense orgasms
Specifically picking angles that still hit your g-spot
He likes to convince you to wear skirts without underwear whenever he can as well, gives him better access to your ass
And even if you’re wearing something with more coverage he is grabbing your ass any chance he gets
He initially convinces you to start wearing a plug in public as a trade off, he wont grab your ass in public whenever you have the plug in
That doesn’t hold up very long but by then you’re kind of used to the plug and enjoy wearing It for him
He goes out of his way to get you a black and red one, something cute to help convince you initially
He ends up with a reasonably big collection of plugs for you eventually, he matches them to your outfits
Eddie likes the idea of keeping you plugged so he can fuck you whenever he feels like it
His dick is thick enough that prepping you properly means you gape a little when the plug is taken out
Eddie uses the plug to his full advantage
Being a brat while you and Eddie are out? his hand is reaching up your skirt to fuck you with the plug and remind you who you belong to
Someone on the basketball team flirts with you? Eddie gets possessive and has you cheer with his cum plugged in your ass the next day
Eddie’s a bit of a sadist as well, he likes to watch you panic and squirm a little
So occasionally when you’re out shopping at the mall he'll pull the plug out knowing that you're too gaped to stop the cum dripping down your legs
He likes watching the way you react when you feel it dripping out despite your best efforts
He’s nice enough to offer the plug back once it’s just becoming visible past the line of your skirt, he doesn’t want to embarrass his girl too much
He will make you earn the plug back though, generally he gives you a few options to pick between
eating the cum that's dripped onto your legs so that you’re nice and clean for the plug to go back in
Letting him fuck you in a secluded bathroom so you're nice and full again
Spanks so your ass is all pretty and red to match the gem on the plug
Eddie loves spanking with the plug in, watching you clench around it and moan
And it turns your ass suck pretty colours too, sometimes he'll leave hickeys as well so there's some really pretty bruises
He’s got a polaroid of it in his wallet
I feel like eventually he convinces you to get a little tattoo on your ass so there’s a more permanent mark
Little cursive lines that say something along the lines of eddies little anal whore
He teases you about it all the time once you have it especially if you’re bratty
Be bends your head back so you can see it in the mirror when you fuck
Sometimes if you've been a real brat I can see him upping the plug size to something barely reasonable
It stings a little but he doesn’t do anything about it unless you safe word
Because naughty girls need reminders that they are toys for his entertainment so if he wants to see you stretched out and whiny then that's what happens
If you’re really willing to let Eddie push your limits, I can see him inviting Steve to try double anal penetration
He’s thinner so its not a terrible stretch but he's a bit longer
They go a few rounds so by the time eddies putting the plug back in its barely containing the cum that wants to drip out of your abused little hole
You're so sensitive that you cum when he pushes it in
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Now in Technicolor
part i: "Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams"
a/n: I've been thinking about the "seeing in black and white until you meet your soulmate" trope for a while now. I wanted to see if it would work with with two soulmates, giving us this steddie x reader au :). I hope you enjoy, and as always feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!<333
a/n 2: I'm sobbing because I've uploaded this THREE TIMES NOW and tumblr keeps glitching and fucking up my formatting. Let's see if this one works.
P.S. I did a stupid amount of research on tour dates, locations, and weather in 1990 LMAO please enjoy.
read part ii here
Rated 18+: fem!reader x steddie, eventual smut, an unfortunate usage of Y/N, gross humid Midwestern weather
Word Count: 2,113 words
May 24, 1990 was a grossly humid day. Illinois weather was always a bit spotty, but today especially was unforgiving. Y/N was in line outside of the Rosemont Horizon, waiting in line to see Madonna's Blond Ambition Tour. She had gotten there early, wanting to grab a good spot seeing as her ticket was for the standing room only section, but now that she was standing outside, alone, in the sun, she wished she would have prepared better. She maybe would've brought a book, definitely would have brought some water bottles. But alas, she was sandwiched between other hopeful concert-goers that were suffering the same fate as her.
She tried to subtly dab at the sweat accumulating around her hairline, accidentally making eye contact with the girl in front of her.
The girl raised her eyebrows at her. "Little bit warm today, huh?"
Y/N nodded and smiled, "Just a little bit yeah".
"Do you have any water or anything?" The girl asked.
She shook her head no.
"My girlfriend and I have a few extras if you'd like one?" The light haired girl started. "It's unopened, in case you were worried we did something to it. Not that you should be worried! I just know that some people would be worried -".
"Robin, it's okay," Robin's friend spoke up as she smiled sheepishly.
"It's okay, I appreciate the offer". Y/N took the bottle graciously and all but chugged it down. "I wasn't worried by the way. Not unless you're trying to weed out the competition for a good spot in the pit".
Robin and her partner laughed. "I'm Nancy, this is Robin, nice to meet you". The dark haired girl gestured between herself and Robin.
"I'm Y/N!"
The three of them got to talking, learning that Robin and Nancy had driven up from Hawkins, Indiana. The two were surprised to learn that she was in the process of moving to Hawkins.
"What made you want to move?" Nancy asked.
"I have a lot of family in the surrounding towns, and I'm planning on attending school out there. Hawkins lets me have a bit of independence while still being close to family".
The two girls nodded. "Do you have anyone moving with you?"
"No, unfortunately," She let out a small laugh. "No soulmate or anything yet". The two girls looked at her almost solemnly. "I'm assuming you two have met your soulmates already?"
The two grinned and linked hands. "Yeah," Robin spoke up. "We've been together for a few years now". Nancy cuddled up next to Robin and laid her head on Robin's shoulder.
"Well you're both adorable together".
"Thank you!" The two spoke in unison.
She turned slightly to take another gulp of water. It wasn't that her heart ached for a soulmate, it was that she had lost hope of meeting hers. Long ago had she accepted that black and gray scales would be her permanent point of view. High school, even middle school was filled with her peers' world blooming in color while she continued to see the dull shades around her.
They continued to make small talk until the line started moving.
"Hey in case we get separated, here's my phone number," Robin whipped out a sharpie and grabbed the girl's hand. "Call us when you get settled". And with that they parted ways, the couple heading towards the merch booth as she headed towards the barricade. When she got back to the hotel she quickly reached for the room's notepad and pen and scribbled the now smeared phone number.
Weeks had passed since the concert. Y/N had officially made the move to Hawkins. The few things she owned were shoved into a rented pickup truck and moved from her shared apartment in Chicago to a one bedroom all to herself.
The apartment was cozy; filled with fuzzy blankets and candles and warm art work. She hoped the colors at least complimented each other, but truly she was just thrilled to finally have her own space to decorate and make hers.
Her days were filled with exploring and familiarizing herself with the town. She visited every corner of Hawkins; wandering grocery stores, noting where the different shops were, even seeking out the record shop and video store for her future leisure.
It wasn't until her classes started that she started to feel the loneliness creep in. She glanced at her phone book every once in a while, debating on whether she should reach out to the girls from the concert. Surely it wouldn't be weird, right? Robin had given Y/N her number for a reason. Then on the first Saturday of July, when she was two glasses of wine deep, she used her liquid courage to reach out to Robin.
Double checking that it wasn't terribly late, she quickly pushed Robin's number into the phone and nervously squished the receiver against her ear. She picked up after the first ring.
"Hello?" Robin's raspy voice shouted over loud background music.
"Hey, Robin? It's Y/N from the Madonna concert". She winced, it had been so long ago, what if she didn't remember her?
"Y/N! Hey!" Robin must've covered the phone with her hand because she could hear a faint Would you guys turn the music down?
"Sorry, my friends are animals. How are you, are you in Hawkins?"
"Yeah, I'm finally settled. I was hoping that maybe you and Nancy would want to hang out sometime soon? I haven't really gone out with anyone since I moved".
"Yeah, that would be awesome! Are you free tomorrow morning? Some of my friends and I were planning on getting breakfast if you'd like to join us".
"I'd love to, you're sure I'm not intruding?"
"No intrusion at all! I'm sure everyone would love to meet you," Her voice called out a little bit louder. Voices in the background rang out in agreement.
Y/N giggled and set her plans in stone.
When the morning came, her stomach was in knots. Her nerves were slowly getting the better of her. Arriving at the restaurant 30 minutes early, she sat in her car and tried to hype herself up. You've got this, she thought. Robin and Nancy were friendly enough at the concert. This is you getting out of your comfort zone. And if you hate it, you can always leave!
Y/N watched as the restaurant slowly filled up. When she saw Robin and Nancy walk up hand in hand following a young man with long dark hair into the restaurant, she counted to thirty and took a deep breath before getting out of her car and making her way inside.
She met the girls by the host's stand, the man nowhere to be found. The girls greeted her with smiles and small side hugs.
"Hey! How are you doing?" Nancy said.
"I'm doing well! How have you guys been?"
"We've been okay! We're just waiting for a table to clear up. Steve couldn't make it this morning, but Eddie is here so you'll meet a part of the group! He's just in the bathroom, I think".
Y/N nodded and quickly fell into conversation with the two girls. The three were talking about the upcoming Fleetwood Mac tour when Nancy looked past Y/N's head.
"Eddie! Nice of you to finally join us," She smirked.
Eddie grinned at Nancy, letting her shove him with her shoulder. "Had to sneak out for a quick smoke. What did I miss?"
Y/N looked at the young man, his long curly hair framing the soft features of his face. His large button eyes were so expressive and full of mischief. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it felt like she knew him, he felt warm (which was crazy because she didn't know this boy from Adam). She was pulled from her staring by Robin's voice.
"So Eddie, this is Y/N. Y/N, Eddie".
Y/N snapped her eyes up and held out her hand, Eddie doing the same. When the two met eyes, Y/N took in a deep breath. The warmth she felt shot through their hands, sending small vibrations through her body. She held that breath as she looked at him, wisps of color blotting throughout her vision. Relief and joy and confusion flooded her system. She had met her soulmate! But why wasn't her vision completely flooding with color? Was he experiencing the same thing?
"Guys?" Robin's voice ripped them from their trance.
Eddie cleared his throat, "Sorry, um, nice to meet you".
She nodded in agreement, retracting her hand and looking at the ground. The tiles on the ground now boasted what could only be described as auras of color. Her vision still looked dull, but blobs of color distorted her normal palette of dark shades.
The four of them were then led to a round booth, Nancy and Robin scooting into the middle with Eddie and Y/N on each of their respective ends. They quickly fell into a comfortable conversation, Y/N looking and picking at her nails in favor of looking back at Eddie.
"So Y/N," Eddie's voice pulled her attention. "Nancy and Robin were telling us that you all met at the Madonna show".
"Yeah, um. It was ridiculously hot and Robin saved the day with a water bottle she swore wasn't poisoned".
Eddie laughed and leaned forward a little. "You've gotta be careful out there, you never know what Robin is trying to roofie you with".
"Oh fuck off, Munson," Robin laughed, throwing her straw wrapper at him.
The four of them stood outside of the diner and gathered around Y/N's car.
"This was so fun, we should do this again soon!" Nancy said.
Everyone smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Hopefully next time our resident dingus can join us," Robin added.
Eddie rolled his eyes at the name calling. He quickly took his keys out of his pockets. "Here ladies, go and start the a/c, I'll be right behind you".
Robin snatched the keys from him, quickly giving Y/N a hug and dragging Nancy away.
Eddie shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down at his dirty Reeboks. He cleared his throat before starting: "Um, so -".
"Did you feel it too?" She cut in. "I'm really confused right now, and I just need to make sure I'm not hallucinating or something".
"No sweetheart, you're not hallucinating".
She couldn't tell if her face was warm due to the humid weather or Eddie's pet name.
"Can I ask why you're confused?"
"I... The colors didn't blossom like they were supposed to, I think. They didn't fully come through like I thought they were meant to. I'm only seeing little bits and pieces of color in between normal grays and whites".
Eddie nodded, recognition flooding his face. "I had the same thing happen when I met my partner, Steve".
"Steve, like dingus Steve?"
"Yeah, like dingus Steve," Eddie laughed. "Both of us actually experienced that. We were both really confused, but with a little research we learned that in rare occasions, some people can have multiple soulmates".
Her eyes widened. It makes sense in theory, but it was all overwhelming. Just yesterday she was sure she'd never run into her soulmate and now there's a possibility that she has more than one?
"When we made eye contact, color flooded the rest of my vision. All the black and white disappeared. I have never felt more comfortable meeting someone, not since I met Steve. I don't know what this means for any of us, but I know that you must be my missing soulmate".
She slowly took a step back, Eddie following with a step forward and his hands up, as if approaching a wounded animal.
"I just, please take some time. It's a lot to process. If you have any questions or want to talk, here's my number," He pulled out his breakfast receipt with his number scratched on it. "Steve and I have a lot to talk about too".
She nodded, looking down at the piece of paper in his hand. She plucked it with a shaking hand.
"Just give me a couple days to think everything over. I promise I'll call soon, I just need some time," She turned to unlock her car door.
Eddie nodded and opened the door for her. "Drive safely, and give me a call, yeah?"
She nodded and carefully pulled out of the parking lot. Eddie crossed his hands and cradled the back of his head as he watched her drive away.
Fuck, this changes everything.
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Very First Date.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x female reader.
Word count: About 5.1k words.
Warnings: 18+, Reader has a bad date with another guy who kept making sexual advances towards her.(Nothing detailed though.), Steve talks slightly about a fight with his father, reader mentions not having a good relationship with hers either for a moment. (Nothing really descriptive here either.) Other than that, its mostly a FLUFFYYYY PIECE.
I DID IGNORE THE LAYOUT OF STEVE’S ROOF FOR THE ENDING BECAUSE I WANTED THEM TO LOOK AT STARS.
Summary: Steve and the reader are best friends after having worked at Scoops together. Reader went out on a date with a guy which ended horribly and found herself at Steve’s to tell him about it and complain about how she hadn’t had a good date in months. Steve takes matters into his own hands since he’s into the reader and takes her out for a night wanting to remind her how she should be treated by a guy.
Author’s note: THIS IS MY FIRST STEVE HARRINGTON IMAGINE I HAVE FULLY FINISHED! Usually I would stop halfway through, worried they weren’t going to fit the image I had created in my head. I am feeling a lot better tonight, after having been in the ER the other night. And I’m surprised to be sharing something around 8pm instead of 2 am.
I did proofread but I’m sorry if I missed something, this was overall just a fluffy imagine I did because I saw a great Steve edit on Tiktok.
PLEASE CLICK ON MY ACCOUNT AND CHECKOUT MY OTHER WORK, I mostly write for Eddie and can’t add my writing masterlist because I’ve been having issues with being shadow banned.
But enjoy!
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Steve was having a horrible night.
His first Friday off in three weeks and he was at home moping alone.
First off you were out on a date with another guy. Not like it actually matters that it bothered him, because you two were just friends and that was it.
But on top of that, Robin canceled on him because Vickie asked her if she was free.
Which don't get him wrong, he was happy for his friend. But fuck did he not want to be alone tonight.
He thought about calling up Linda or Heidi, in the end deciding against it. He was tired of flings that weren't going anywhere.
Little did Steve know though, you were having as bad of night.
The date you were on had to be one of the worst you have ever been on.
You didn't even last past thirty minutes into it.
You told the boy you were heading to the ladies' room and snuck off quickly paying for a meal that wasn't even out yet before leaving.
Driving towards the Harrington home, you were ready to complain to your friends about how horrible another date went.
You felt defeated, like you were done with men.
Partially because the fact most of them were animals, and also just because they weren't the one you wanted anyway.
You wanted the boy who you were heading towards, the boy who felt like home to you when you needed someone to make you feel better.
You wanted Steve Harrington.
But you knew your friendship meant too much to you to even think about ruining it over some stupid feelings you had, so you kept them buried.
Opening the unlocked door you yell out into the home, trying to pinpoint where the two were.
"Steve? Robin?" You ask, closing the door behind you quietly hoping to not scare either of them.
From the kitchen Steve heard your voice, confused as he spread the mayo over the bread of the sandwich he was making.
"(Y/N)?" He questions, because he thought you would be on your date right now.
Steve felt his heart start beating faster as he realized you were here and not on your date, mind racing with different answers to why that might be.
Taking off your shoes and bag you respond to the boy by answering a loud,
"Yes," before leaving your items by the door.
Steve hears your muffled voice through the wall, smiling to himself. He was happy to know maybe he wouldn't be alone tonight. Even if it was just a friend, who he wish would be more.
But it still felt like a win because you were here instead of with some other guy.
"Kitchen." Steve tells you, hearing your steps coming through the hallway into the big kitchen.
You walk in to see him making a single sandwich, not sandwiches, just a sandwich.
"Is that what you're having for dinner?" You laugh confused on how that was going to fill him up. Hopping your body up, you take a seat on the counter behind him.
Steve shrugs, a light blush creeping on his face because he really wasn't expecting to see anyone tonight.
He was down and wanted something simple that didn't take much effort.
"I don't feel like making anything else." Steve says, finishing his meal.
You giggle lightly as the boy turns around, sandwich small in his big hands. His face still a little red as he took a bite.
"You're going to be hungry again in like an hour." You tell him playfully, watching his eyes twinkle when they meet yours.
Chewing, he took in your outfit.
You were wearing a light pink plaid skirt with a low cut black top.
You looked beautiful to him, the sound of your giggling through the air making him nervous.
Steve shakes the feeling off before shrugging.
"Then I'll order take out." He tells you, chucking slightly before taking another bite.
You nod, understanding. Your eyes roamed around the room to see if you could find any remnants of Robin around.
Not seeing anything you turn your stare back towards him.
"Where's Robin?" You ask him, frowning slightly because you thought they were both off tonight.
You see Steve's body soften a little bit at your question.
"She canceled on me, Vickie asked to see her. Which good for her actually, one of us deserved to have a fun night." Steve answers, taking the last bite of his sandwich.
Steve's heart pound as he brought his eyes back up to yours.
"Are you supposed to be on a date?" He asks you, praying it was canceled and you hadn't gone.
Your body tensed while a sigh slipped your lips, yours legs automatically kicking back and forth slightly.
"That's why I'm here. I wanted to tell both of you how horrible it was, and when I say horrible Steve, I mean horrible." You tell him, shivering at the thought of earlier.
Steve's head popped up a little bit as he tried to not look excited about the fact your date hadn't gone well.
While he was happy for that, he was also wondering what could of made it so bad.
He questioned if maybe he would have to go kick the guy's ass.
"I thought you were out with that one guy from science club? Um, Jackson or whatever." Steve says, smirking internally because he knew the guy's name. But didn't want to seem like he was that important to him.
It's not like he hadn't been questioning the last few days, multiple different times, what that guy had that he didn't.
Meeting your eyes with Steve's, you tap your fingers nervously on the counter.
"Jacob, his name was Jacob." You tell him, watching him nod.
"And I had gone on the date, but god I didn't expect it to go so bad so fast." You finish, cringing as you see Steve's brow crinkle.
"What do you mean?" Steve asks you, arms crossing his chest.
Your body langue continues to be anxious, your feet still swinging as you tilt your head back before taking a deep breath.
"I mean literally not even fifteen minutes into the date he was trying to feel up my skirt. Not to mention all the sexual advances he kept making and nasty things he was saying. The whole situation just made me uncomfortable." You tell him honestly, seeing Steve grimace.
He didn't want you to go out with anyone else, but you didn't deserve that to happen.
"He always seemed so um." Steve speaks, snapping his fingers for the word.
"Innocent?" You finish, watching him nod in agreement.
"That's the word." He says, pointing out a finger.
"That's why I agreed to go out with him, I thought maybe this one wouldn't be a pervert so fast in. Not that I'm even against sleeping with someone on the first date, but fuck at least let us get through dinner." You groan, eyes rolling.
"Did you get through dinner?" He asks while you shake your head.
"No, I told him I had to go to the bathroom then went to the register to pay, leaving to come here. Didn't touch my food or anything since it wasn't out yet." You say truthfully, you didn't want to risk waiting a second longer there.
Steve rolls his eyes playfully.
"You should of left him to pay for it." Steve chuckles, lifting his gaze to yours a smile on his mouth.
"I should of, but I just wanted out of there." You shake your your head, laughing lightly.
"I just want one good date, I legit haven't been a good first date in months." You sigh, looking down at your feet.
Steve sits there for a second staring at you, idea sparking in his head.
You were dressed for a date still, and he was dressed since he was originally supposed to hang out with Robin.
"Are you hungry?" He asks, raising an eyebrow, leaning his head back slightly.
"What?" You ask him, bringing your gaze to his.
"Are you hungry? Because you're right that sandwich didn't do anything." Steve shrugs, trying to be nonchalant.
You purse yours lips together for a moment.
"I could eat." You nod, watching him lean off the counter.
Steve smiles, nodding.
"Then lets go." He motions, holding his hand out to you.
Raising an eyebrow you take his hand, getting off the counter.
"Go where?" You ask, fixing your skirt.
You were confused on what Steve was doing, we're you two going to go out to eat? Get take out and come back here? What was on his mind, you wondered.
"Let's go show you that there are still good first dates in the world." Steve says seriously, grabbing his keys off the counter.
He decided even if he couldn't officially take you out without admitting his feelings, he could still show you what it's like. Friends show friends a good time right?
You freeze in place, wondering if you were dreaming.
"First date?" You squeak as he laughs, turning back towards you.
"Yes, date. Come on, friends can take each other out." He smiles at you.
"Now let me show you that even though you will have some bad dates, there will be good ones waiting for you." He finishes, motioning to the front door.
Standing there you see him standing tall, muscles sticking out of his blue stripped shirt while he held the door open for you.
It wouldn't hurt to let him show you a good time you thought.
After all friends can have friend dates, right?
"I guess I'm still dressed for it." You agree, following him as he goes to lock the front door behind you two.
Steve felt himself stumbling slightly to find the key before leading you to the car.
After all he had to make it seem like this wasn't as big of deal to him as it really was.
"Just sit back and enjoy the night because you're right, I have only heard you talk about how bad your dates have been lately. And you deserve a good one." Steve tells you, opening the passenger door for you to get in.
A blush comes across your cheeks while you take a seat.
"Already starting huh?" You tease, smile on your lips.
"Like I said, I'm going to show you a good first date." He smiles, closing the door behind you.
Steve starts driving, eventually pulling into a gas station down the road.
He didn't really need gas for what he had planned, but he needed an excuse to stop to get you something he would get you if he was taking you on a real first date.
"I need to get some gas before we go anywhere." Steve says, hopping out of the car leaving you to wait nervously.
You sat there, hand tapping on your thigh, wondering where tonight was going to take you two.
You've liked him for the past couple of years since working together at Scoops, not that you didn't think he was cute before that.
Just you guys never really spoke before in high school other than some small talk here and there.
You wondered if maybe you should stop this, not wanting to confuse yourself too much by not being able to keep a straight head after this.
You didn't want to lose him over a silly crush.
But you couldn't help but wonder if you should let it play through, because it could possibly be the closest thing you'll get to a real date with Steve Harrington.
Turning your head back towards the opening gas station door, out comes a smiling Steve with an arm behind his back.
Still smiling he opens the car door, leaning in.
Steve watched your face turn awestruck as he brought his arm around, a single red rose for you in his hands.
He tucks a piece of his hair behind his ear nervously after you take the flower from his hand.
You fingers lightly running over the petals delicately.
"Normally I would of got you flowers before hand, but this date caught me off guard." Steve chuckles, seeing you smile softly.
"Steve, you didn't have t-" You start, getting cut off by the boy protesting you to let the night just happen.
"(Y/N), like I said just sit back and relax and just enjoy the night. That way you'll remember to not settle for anyone's shit during another date you'll have." He tells you, getting out to pump the gas he bought.
Twirling the flower in your hand, you were a giddy mess.
Not even into the actual so called date yet, and it was already one of the best dates you've had.
No one had ever given you flowers on a date.
You've gotten some for a few holidays, after begging for them of course. But you had never experienced anyone willingly wanting to give you something so simple but so special.
Shaking off the butterflies in your stomach, you turn towards Steve after he gets back into the car.
"Thank you for this Steve." You tell him honestly, seeing his eyes glimmer as he starts the car.
Steve's heart exploded at how happy you were about the flower.
He would buy you all the flowers in the world if it meant to see you with that look on your face the rest of his life.
He couldn't wait for the rest of the night, knowing if you enjoyed this then you were going to have a great time tonight.
"Just wait till you see the rest of the date." Steve winks teasingly through the rearview mirror, pulling out of the gas station.
The drive was quiet besides the light humming from Steve as he listened to the music playing through the radio.
Both of you were as nervous as the other, unknowingly of course.
Steve drove out into a small town, smaller than Hawkins, about 20 minutes out.
He pulled into a little ma and pa pizzeria, the red glowing lights shining in the night as you took in the little brick building.
Steve was a gentleman as always, demanding to open the car door for you, which you gladly accepted.
You decided you were going to let yourself enjoy every minute of this, because deep down you hoped maybe he would enjoy it as much as you.
He lead you inside, both of you picking a small little booth in the corner as you waited for a waitress to arrive.
The place was small but cute.
All of the booths were hardwood with white and black checkered floor tiles underneath.
The walls were hardwood as well, red checkered table cloths giving the place a much needed pop of color.
There was even cute hanging lights above each table, giving them all a personal romantic glow.
Bringing your eyes to Steve, you smile.
"How often do you come here?" You ask him softly.
Taken aback a bit, Steve feels nervous wondering if you meant if he brough other dates here.
He wouldn't ever dare to bring anyone else here, besides Robin maybe. But other than that, no one was important enough to bring here other than you.
"By myself? Probably once a week, with anyone else? Never." Steve says honestly, watching your eyes widen a bit.
"Really? How did you find this place then?" You ask him, leaning your chin onto your hand.
Steve nods, taking a look at his hands before picking his arm to rest it on the table.
"It happened a few weeks after graduation actually." He tells you, not wanting to make eye contact.
"I uh had got in a really bad fight with my father about my future, or well lack there of according to him. And I took one of his many checkbooks, thinking about signing me a fat check and just leaving. I started to drive, not really caring about anything just being fueled by anger and ended up stopping here to breathe. Now the rest is history, and I've been coming here ever since." Steve explains, playing with his hands nervously.
He had never told anyone about that night.
Your heart aches for him, not having a good relationship with your parents either.
Not always seeing eye to eye on your future as well.
"Tell me you at least used his checkbook to buy your dinner that night?" You ask him, placing your hand on his.
Steve chuckles, bringing his eyes to yours.
"No, but I should have. It would of been the least he could do." Steve smiles, while you give him a light squeeze.
"Why didn't you ever tell me about that?" You say quietly, intertwining your hand with his.
"I think because until recently, I actually thought he was right." He says honestly, both of your hearts beating fast from the electricity running between your fingers.
You could swear if you let go then lightning would hit the lamp above you.
"Steve your father wasn't right at all, and I'm happy you didn't leave because if you would have then we wouldn't be here, and I can't stand the thought that you might not have came into my life." You tell him truthfully.
If he would of left, you would of been working at Scoops with who knows instead of Steve.
That summer set the path to where you two were today.
"Really?" He asks as you nod.
"Really." You smile, seeing your waitress approaching from the side.
Reviewing the menu took forever for both of you, Steve said everything he had tried previously had been great. And on top of that it was kind of late with it being about 7:30 when you arrived, and both of you not having really ate much earlier didn't help when deciding what to order.
But you two settled on a plate of mozzarella sticks to start with and a medium house special to share with extra green peppers.
The conversation over dinner was alive, no small talk having to happen at all since you two knew each other so well. There were no awkward pauses or laughs, it was fun and energetic.
It was a great change of pace for both of you, since both of you had been on dates that were more than less boring lately.
You two were laughing loudly as you walked out of the restaurant.
The leftover pizza box hugged against your chest while Steve opened your door for you again.
"Steve thank you for sharing this place with me and what it means to you. It was truly one of the better dates I've been on." You tell him as he takes a seat.
Mentally high-fiving himself, he was happy to know you enjoyed what he had planned so far.
But was lowkey hurt you thought that this was all to his date with you.
He looks over, pouting jokingly with a hand over his heart.
"Why are you talking like it's over? We still have more to do till it's done." Steve says, glimmer in his eyes.
"What do you mean there's more?" You ask him, hint of curiosity in your voice, watching the car back out of the parking lot.
"I mean, I don't only come here for the pizza. There's also an awesome ice cream parlor down the road that has the best malts. Which I know you love right?" He asks, already knowing the answer because you go to the ice cream shop in town every payday of yours.
"You're right, I do love a good butterscotch malt." You laugh, seeing a smile form on his face.
"Yeah so just let me do my thing and make sure you have a fun night okay? I hate to say it but you will probably be getting home late tonight because it's already almost nine." He nods, finger pointing over to the clock on the dash.
"You trying to get me to the spend the night Harrington?" You joke teasingly, turning your body so your crossed legs were facing him.
He was right, your mom locked the door at ten because she had to be up by four am and didn't want to be awakened by the door slamming.
If you weren't home by then it was up to you to find a place to stay, especially since you got your key privileges taken away years ago because you kept losing them.
Your mom is convinced someone who finds the silver key will somehow know it belonged to your front door.
"Hey, then it was a good first date." He says playfully, pulling into the gravel drive of what you guessed to be the ice cream shop.
"But yes, more than likely by the time we get home your mom will have the door locked. So you will probably have to crash at mine." Steve tells you truthfully, opening the door to get out of the car.
After looking over the menu you ended up ordering what you and Steve already knew you were going to, a butterscotch malt.
The girl at the window handed you two your malts before you sat down at one of the tables outside.
"So did you find this place the night you found the pizzeria?" You ask him, bringing the straw to your mouth.
"Uh no actually, I found this a few months later. I came out here to eat one night but decided I still didn't feel like going home so I went exploring the town a little more." He tells you, watching your eyes roll back as you taste the ice cream.
"You've been holding out on me Harrington, you've been coming here for a little over a year and didn't think to tell me their malts are better than ours?" You laugh, pointing your straw at him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He chuckles, hands and malt going to the air defensively.
"So I am really the first girl you brought out here?" You ask teasingly, brow raised.
"You are." He nods, pulling his straw away from his lips.
"I didn't want to take you on any other date I would take anyone else. Especially since I do know you, and know what you like so it's a little easier for me to think of something you would enjoy." Steve says honestly, seeing you blush lightly.
"Steve that is honestly so sweet, and you really don't know how much that means to me." You tell him, watching him stand up.
"Which is why I have one more thing to share with you before the end of this date." He smiles, taking your hand into his to follow him.
"What is it?" You ask him, feeling your heart beat as you talk quietly towards his car.
The feeling of your fingers intertwined for the second time that night, making you want to pass out.
"I didn't tell you anything else we were doing, why do you think I'll tell you now?." Steve chuckles, lifting his face slightly as he bumps his shoulder with yours.
"You're right," you agree while he sets his malt on top of the car so he can open the door.
Both of your fingers lingering when it comes time to let go.
The car ride home felt heavy with tension while you two wondered if you were imagining the tension in the air.
Steve wanted so badly to rest his hand on your thigh, and have you place your hand on top of his to hold him while you two drove back home.
But he wasn't sure if he would be crossing a line.
So he just longed for the feeling of your skin pressed against his.
Driving through Hawkins you glanced over at Steve, confused when his house came into view.
"Just trust me." He tells you, parking the vehicle.
Steve walks past you when you're inside, placing the pizza box on the counter along with the empty malt cups before motioning for you to follow him up the stairs.
Walking up to the hallway of his bedroom, you felt yourself get shaky.
He wasn't trying to get you in bed right?
Not that you would hate to do that, you thought.
But just you thought he would put more effort into it if this was really his goal.
"Steve?" You ask him, slowing your movements behind him.
Steve turns halfway back to see you glancing between him and his bedroom.
"Oh, no no no. It's not like that (Y/N), just keep following me." He chuckles, shaking his head.
He stops at the hallway window, messing around with the screen before it pops off.
"Come on," Steve tells you, placing the screen against the wall before climbing through.
Peering out you felt your heart beat fast as you climbed out onto the flat park of the roof to see Steve leaning back on the tiled roof by the window. Taking a seat next to him you lay down, arms behind your head looking at the stars above.
You two were towards the back of the house, the trees and pool surrounding you.
The reflection of the moonlight bounced off the pool, it was all dark besides the dimmed lights under the water of the pool.
It was peaceful out here, breathing in the fresh air.
"I would come out here during high school to just think sometimes." Steve shares, glancing over.
"It's beautiful, I would of too." You nod, happy he shown you more about him today.
"Well you can come whenever you need, bad date? Come here. Bad day in general? Come here." He shrugs slightly, sighing to himself as he realized the date was soon coming to an end.
"I might take you up on it sometime." You tell him, sitting up to glance down at the pool.
"You know where the spare is, and that my door is always open to you." Steve chuckles, sitting up.
"Is this the last part of the date?" You ask him, bringing your gaze back up to meet his.
"Yeah." Steve nods.
"How about I add something and we go for a swim?" You suggest, tilting your head towards the pool, seeing him raise an eyebrow.
"Are you wanting to go for a swim?" He asks you.
"Yeah, why not? It's a nice night." You shrug, smirking slightly.
"You don't have a swimsuit." Steve reminds you.
"So what? Literally I feel like a bikini is the same thing as my bra and underwear, just different materials." You laugh, standing up to go inside down to the pool.
Pulling off your shirt, you glance down at him.
"You coming?" You ask, seeing him get flustered.
"Ye-yeah" Steve stutters, standing up.
You were right he thought, it wasn't much different besides the materials.
Both of you make it down to the pool, kicking off your shoes before you let your skirt and shirt fall onto the cement.
"Meet you in there Harrington?" You smile, running to jump into the pool.
The water surrounded you as you submerged beneath. Your fingers keeping the air trapped in your lungs while they plugged your nose.
A gasp escapes your lips when you come back to the surface.
Steve was standing there with his shoes and jeans off, nervous about getting it to the water.
"Come on take off your shirt Harrington and get in the water." You call out teasingly.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." He laughs, reaching to pull the shirt off from behind his neck.
You start whistling and hollering as his torso becomes revealed, Steve's face turning red for the millionth time that night.
"You're been working out Steve." You tease, watching him jump into the water.
His tall frame disappearing into the water before coming back up.
"Is that way of you saying I look good?" Steve chuckles, shaking his hair like a dog, causing you to squeal from the water hitting you.
"Well duh, I have eyes. I'm not blind." You laugh watching him splash towards you.
Moving quickly, you scream at the cold water hitting your back.
"Hey, hey, hey. I said let's swim, not splash." You screech, trying to swim away.
"I think you're forgetting you're in the water with a guy who was on the swim team." He laughs, following while he splashes you more.
"Steve, stop." You laugh, turning back to splash him.
The sounds of both of you laughing and the water moving echoes into the open air.
"Never." He jokes, going to grab your arm.
"Steve don't you dare dunk me." You scream, feeling him overpower you while he pulls you close.
The feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you distracted you as he pulls you down with him in the water before bringing both of you back to the surface.
"God I hate you Harrington." You laugh, wiping the chorine filled water off your eyes.
"No you don't." Steve smiles, arms still wrapped around you.
"Steve, don't please." You scream again, feeling him spin with you in temptation while your arms automatically wrapped around his neck in fear.
"Okay, I won't. But did you at least have fun tonight?" Steve smiles, arms still holding you as he moves in the water.
"I did. Actually, I think it was the best first date I've ever been on." You say honestly, looking up to his eyes. His wet hair framing his face as his grin widens.
"You really think so?" He asks, looking down at you.
"I do." You nod nervously, feeling your back hit the wall of the pool making you realize you were still really close together.
"I wish it could of been like an actual first date though." You laugh shyly, one of your hands moving to rest on his chest while the other lingers on around his neck to play with his hair lightly between your fingers.
"Do you want to consider it an actual date?" Steve asks, chest moving harshly up and down under your finger tips.
"Would it be alright if I did?" You ask, biting your lip slightly.
"As long as you would let me take you out again," He smiles, his eyes twinkling while the water droplets rolled down his chest.
"On a date date right?" You ask, smirk forming.
"If I'm being honest, I was treating this as a date date." He tells you.
"I've liked you for a while (Y/N), but I was nervous about asking you out so I thought this was the only way it would happen." Steve continues honestly, picking you up a little higher.
"I've liked you for a while too Harington, and actually thought the same thing about this date. When you offered I thought this may be my only chance to get taken out by you." You smile, wrapping your legs tighter around him.
"Well how about we make up for lost time starting tomorrow with breakfast?" He asks, bringing his face down closer to yours.
"That works for me." You tell him, grinning into the kiss as your lips connect with his.
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Camp Hawkins AU Pt. 2
pairing: Steve Harrington x plus sized reader
Warnings: Use of Y/N.
The story doesn't mention a lot about being plus sized but it is there.
Summary Overall: It's your third year being a camp counselor at Camp Hawkins and your 7th year knowing Steve. Every year your crush seems to grow stronger and stronger.
Pt. 2 Summary: You've been avoiding Steve ever since you caught him and and Nancy making out at the Lake. Unfortunately, you can't avoid him forever. While helping him clean up after a messy s'more night, he approaches you.
*Not Proof Read*
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It's been two weeks.
I've done my best to avoid Steve and Nancy as much as possible, which is proving to be a very hard thing to do.
Morning meetings are the worst. Every morning at 5 am, the counselors are expected to meet at the dining hall for a brief run down of the day. Usually everyone is still in their PJ's, hoping the meeting will be short enough for everyone to catch a few more minutes of sleep before the kids get up.
The mornings are usually pretty cold. Almost everyone shows up in some sort of jacket or sweat shirt. Not Steve. Every morning he comes dressed in a nice fitting T, perfectly showing off his arms.
Stop staring at Steve.
Stupid crush. Stupid fucking crush.
I force myself to look away from Steve. Instead of his usual spot by Nancy, he's decided to take a seat next to Robin and Vickie, one of the other camp cooks.
" If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a crush on Harrington. " Eddie's voice is teasing but quiet.
I snap my head towards him. " Do not. " I state sternly, fear running through my veins. He can't find out.
Eddie chuckles. " You sure do stare a lot for someone without a crush. " Eddie's elbows rest comfortably against the table. His legs are sprawled out, not bothering how much room they take up. His hair is tossed up into a sleepy bun, a rare sight for the man who always has his hair down. " Don't worry, I won't tell. " He raises a finger to his lips, indicating my secret is safe with him. He winks, sending a flurry of embarrassment running through me.
I've never liked Eddie like that, but he sure does know how to fluster someone.
" I don't like him. " I insist. " So you don't have anything to keep secret. "
Eddie nods mockingly. " That's not what Henderson told me...but if you insist..." He holds his hands up in surrender.
I let out a small groan. Of course Dustin blabbed to Eddie. Dustin tells Eddie everything. Nothing even happened, I don't understand why Dustin spinned it to sound like we made out.
" Is everything alright over there? " Hopper asks, looking over at me and Eddie. " Are you feeling alright? "
" Yeah, perfectly fine. Just a little headache. " I lie.
" Well, if you're alright, we'll get back to today's agenda..."
My eyes scan across the table. Across the way, Steve's eyes meet mine. On his face is a small look of...confusion?
This is going to be a tough morning.
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The loud chatter of happy campers slowly fades away as the large oak dining hall doors close. Soon, Steve and I are left alone in the echoing room.
I begin picking up various chocolate wrappers on the floor the tables. They'd somehow managed to completely trash the dining hall in a single hour.
" So..." Steve begins, cutting through the silence. " are you and Eddie...a thing? " He asks calmly, glancing over at me from the table he's wiping down.
I let out a small laugh. " Me and Eddie? No. No way. He's...not my type. " The constant smell of weed is headache inducing. Frankly, it's confusing how Hopper hasn't fired him for drugs. He doesn't sell to kids but that definitely doesn't mean he doesn't sell to other of age counselors.
Plus he's not really into relationships. He's more of a hit it and quit it type.
" What is your type? " Steve asks. I feel his gaze on me as I start scrubbing one of the tables with a wet rag.
" Not Eddie, that's for sure. " I scrub a little harder at a hardened drop of melted marshmallow. " I like guys who...I don't know, like the same things as me. Why do you ask? " I don't understand why he gives a shit about my love life.
Steve shrugs, his gaze finally moving away. " I saw you and him this morning and I thought maybe you were dating or something. It's stupid, it doesn't matter. "
" Still single. " I mumble.
A thick silence settles in the room. Once again, Steve is the one to break it.
" Are you mad at me? " His voice is soft, like he's worried or something.
I look over at the brunette. " No. " I reply honestly. " Why would you think that? "
We both pause where we are, instead occupying ourselves by looking at each other. We're both trying to read each other.
Steve shrugs, folding his arms over his chest. " You just seem...distant. I don't know, ever since you caught Nance and I at the lake we don't talk anymore. Did I do something? "
I shake my head. " You...you didn't do anything. "
" Then why are you avoiding me? "
If I tell him he'll probably get weirded out. I mean, how awkward is it to be around someone who has a massive crush on you when you don't reciprocate the feeling?
But it might help me get over him if he stops actively trying to talk to me.
I'm going to do it. I need to. Fuck, but what about Nancy?
Fuck Nancy. I need to get over this man. This handsome, kind man.
" I have a crush on you, okay? " I blurt out. " It's stupid, I know. You're with Nancy, I understand that. "
His eyes widen in surprise. " What? "
" I don't want to make things awkward. I'm trying to get over you, that's why I'm avoiding you. Fuck, can you please just stop asking questions now? You got your answer. "
I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks. I did it. I told him.
" I like you to. " Steve pushes himself away from the table he's leaned against. He walks towards me.
My eyes go wide. " What? "
He's joking. Right? He has to be joking.
No this has to be a dream, some weird fucking dream. In no universe would Steve Fucking Harrington like me back.
" I like you too. " Steve finally makes it to me. He stands a close, leaving only a few inches of space between us. His eyes stare into mine, a small smile resting on his lips. " I have liked you for the past couple of years. "
I shake my head, stepping back to put some distance between us. " You're with Nancy. You can't like me. That's fucked up. I don't want to be a homewrecker-I can't be. You-you and Nancy are good together. "
Steve shakes his head. " We're not together, Y/N. I broke up with her. For good this time. " He sighs, running a hand through his hair. " Just because we're good together doesn't mean we're meant to be together. "
I'm the reason they broke up. Robin was right. I'm the fucking worst. Who ruins a relationship? I mean, I didn't know I was ruining it, but Steve's crush on me ruined everything for them. Nancy probably hates me.
" Nancy has known about my crush for a while. " Steve admits nervously. " That's why we've broken up so much. I-no matter what I do I can't get you out of my fucking head. " He lets out a frustrated sigh. " Your smile, your eyes, fuck it's all I see at night. I sound insane, I know, but I don't know what to do. I can't just be in a relationship with someone else when all I think about is you. "
I continue to create space between us. " So I'm the reason you guys broke up? " Guilt begins to build up in my stomach.
" No! " Steve shakes his head. " You-you didn't do anything. There were plenty of other problems involved with our break up. This wasn't your fault. Honestly, this has been building up for years. Even if I didn't have a crush on you, Nancy and I probably would've split for good anyways. "
I still feel horrible. Like I contributed to their break up.
" Please, Y/N. You have to believe me. This wasn't your fault. "
I search Steve's eyes for any sign of lying. His expression is desperate, like he's scared I'm going to leave.
I stop.
Relief floods Steve's face.
" You really like me? " I ask quietly, scared he's going to laugh and make fun of me for believing him. He did have a mean streak in high school. I thought he grew out of it though.
" I swear on my life, I like you. " Steve's expression is sincere. " I like you so much sometimes I feel like my heart is going to explode. "
I smile at the man. I never would have imagined this would happen. " I like you too. "
Steve begins to walk towards me again. This time, I don't run away. Once he's a few inches from me, he gently takes my hand. " Will you go on date with me, Y/N. "
" I would love to, Steve. "
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no one can fathom how much i miss summer 22. when all i could think about was what was gonna happen in vol 2 before it released and then when it did the way i bawled my eyes out for 7 hours😭all the stranger things edits and theories about whats gonna happen, who they thought was gonna die, so many people going to meet the cast, my obsession with the 80’s and constantly wanting to go back in time, riding my bike around town at night with my now ex bsf while we shared airpods so we could listen to music while doing so, my music taste getting 10x better that year. i would do anything to go back for even a minute.
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Mistletoe Madness | Steve Harrington
✦ pairing — Steve Harrington x gender neutral!Plus Size Reader
✦ word count — 600-ish
✦ request — Steve Harrington, for the winter theme, established relationship, but it is the first time having the reader over for christmas, and Steve keeps moving around the mistletoe so he can keep getting kisses, acting surprised whenever they're both under it. Still, he always has a big grin when the reader grabs him by the collar every time to pull him in for the kiss.
✦ warnings — just fluff.
✦ author's note — late, I know, I know. I'm sorry, life has been hectic and I’m basically only using one eye while typing. Hope you enjoy it anyway!
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You started to get suspicious by the third time you ended up under the mistletoe. It would have been one thing if you were at a party and somebody was playing a prank on you, or if you hadn’t been dating Steve for so long.
“Babe, would you help me with this?” he asked from the kitchen.
You stood up from the floor where you had been attempting to fix the lights on the tree and followed his voice.
The moment you reached the doorway, he gasped. “Look up!”
You didn’t have to do so to know there was mistletoe above your head. Reaching over, you grabbed him by the collar and brought him in for a kiss. He was never happy with a small one. His arms snaked around you as he deepened the kiss, sighing as though you hadn’t kissed him in a long time.
The big stupid grin on his face made it hard for you to be mad so you just shook your head in amusement.
The next time, the lights had been fixed and you were trying to find the right angle to place his camera for some photos in front of the tree.
Steve spent five minutes fixing his hair, ignoring your insistence that he looked perfect already.
He sauntered toward you and reached up. You assumed he would fix your hair now, but his hand hung over your head instead.
You sighed and looked up. There hung the mistletoe, pinched between Steve's fingers. Without a word, you pulled him into another kiss, grabbing him by the collar with one hand while you buried your other fingers in his hair.
Steve harrumphed as you parted from him, bringing a hand up to his hair and fixing his hair again. “Ready for the photos?”
“Yeah.”
He dropped the mistletoe onto the couch.
You laughed. "At least let the poor thing be in the photo!"
He shook his head. “And make it look like I need to force you to kiss me? No, thank you. You’ve been all over me all day!”
You rolled your eyes. “Come on, it’s getting late, and this sweater is itchy.”
Steve complied, probably because he was growing hot with a jacket indoors on top of his own sweater.
Taking photos was a pain, though. He refused to stop, arguing it was better to have many options for an album than to settle for less-than-good photos.
At the end of the night, after dinner, you agreed to go for a walk to look at the houses around the neighborhood.
He buried his hands in his pockets, patiently waiting for you to wrap your scarf around your neck.
You were searching for your gloves when he withdrew something from his pocket, gasping. “Would you look at that?”
Honestly, you should have known better, expected it even, yet you looked up and came face to face with mistletoe.
Despite yourself, you laughed and pressed your lips to his. Steve threw the mistletoe to the floor, wrapping both arms around your middle. Your fingers again tangled in his hair, but this time he didn’t have any complaints.
You would have told him to forget about the Christmas lights in the neighborhood, and the walk, and the cold you would have to endure. But you wanted to see the pretty houses and swing your clasped hands as you walked around the neighborhood he had insisted was perfect.
“This is the only present you’re getting from me this year,” you said sternly, lips ghosting his.
"Really?” Steve asked in a child-like high pitch.
”No,” you admitted.
You just couldn’t be mad at him!
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Dating Steve Harrington HC
~Steve, as he is right now, is the best boyfriend anyone could ever have
~He loves completely and totally, without exception, and there would be nothing that would keep him from showing you that love, every hour of every day
~Unlike Robin, who prefers to keep her physical love more private, Steve can’t get enough of PDA and loving on you all the time
~It doesn’t matter who’s around or what the context is, If Steve wants to hug you, he’s going to hug you. If he wants to kiss you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance, he’ll kiss you.
~Steve is a relationship man, even if it took him a long time to realize it, and there is nothing more he wants than to be in a committed loving relationship for as long as he can
~Playing with his hair, and messing around with it, putting it in different styles and tormenting him over it just because you know that you can
~Loves to look at you, to stare at you and take in your ever detail as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever have the privilege of seeing
~Even if it’s a little creepy sometimes.
~”You’re staring at me, again”
~”I can’t help it, I’m just pretty sure you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”
~Late night phone calls.
~It doesn’t matter if you’re talking, or if Steve’s talking, you’ll both stay on that line until the sun comes up, just chatting about whatever comes up
~Steve loves drama
~He may not be King Steve anymore but there’s a part of him that is a huge fan of being in the center of all the hot gossip. Though, as of late, your hot gossip has been talking to Dustin about Suzy and the science fair
~The topic has changed, but the energy your man brings to the table has not.
~Steve would do absolutely anything to make you laugh, and I mean absolutely anything.
~Once, when you were having dinner at your favorite chinese place in town, he stuck chopsticks so far up his nose you actually thought you’d have to drive him to the hospital, just on the off chance you’d find it funny
~Play fighting, and picking fights over the stupidest things all the time, just because you can. Steve’s favorite ‘fight’ to have, is who loves who more, which can go on for hours.
~”I DEFINITELY LOVE YOU MORE”
~”NO WAY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. IT’S NOT POSSIBLE FOR YOU TO LOVE ME MORE THAN I LOVE YOU”
~Steve is easily jealous, and doesn’t even bother hiding it. Somebody gets too comfortable with you, or oversteps some invisible boundary he doesn’t even know he has, and they’re going to have him to deal with.
~Not that he’s all that scary, when it comes down to it.
~There isn’t anything Steve wouldn’t do to protect you or those kids, but that doesn’t mean he’s aggressive or violent, and he doesn’t have it in him to be.
~Steve is basically a teddy bear in a windbreaker and you’d never have him any other way.
~He just loves you so much
~Driving around in Steve’s car, all the time, for any reason, because that is about as close to perfection as he thinks he can get. He loves feeling the wind on his face as you crudely sing along to Paula Abdul at the top of your lungs.
~Steve is the kind of guy to match his partner, and you will never convince me otherwise. Whether you’d color coordinating or just wearing matching sweaters or shirts, he’s all for it.
~He’ll all for lots of things when it comes to you, things like game nights with the kids and dinner with your parents, all dressed up in a button up and slacks
~Just to make you happy
~Because, at the end of the day, Steve would do absolutely anything if it meant making you happy
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