#steve harrington x reader insert

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ok idk who this could be with, but fic idea: fake dating trope inspired by the song 'hate to be lame' by lizzy mcalpine and finneas... it has POTENTIAL.!!

Hate to be lame, but I might love you | Steve Harrington

BABE THIS CONCEPT IS SO </3 POTENTIAL INDEED!!! I'm gonna admit I went wayyy off track from the song and kind of just went feral with the concept of fake dating Steve.

"You're hands are sweaty."

"Yeah, well, so are yours."

"That's because my hand is covered in the sweat from your sweaty hand." your voice comes as a sharp whisper that only Steve can hear as you walk toward your friends not two days after your little agreement.

"Oh shut up."

"Why do we have to hold hands anyway?"

"Because that's what couples do, trust me I'm the expert." Steve nudges your side with his elbow, and you push back harder, making him flinch.

"Yeah, because you've had such successful past relationships." You're grumbling and acting more like a child as the regret sinks in. Why you'd agreed to this even to assist the romance between your two friends was beyond you. There were far easier ways to get the same result.

"That was a low blow." Steve sounds only slightly deflated but his energy returns as the rest of your friends begin to notice the intertwined fingers and the smiles you're sending them, that while fake, are convincing enough.

"Hey, this is new!" It's Dustin, always the first to voice an opinion, and he's eyeing the both of you as though he's Sherlock Holmes inspecting a fresh crime scene. "Is this a cute thing or a friend thing?" he's frowning, and you offer up an answer.

"Can't a friend thing be a cute thing also?"

"So it's a friend thing?" Dustin raises a brow and looks to Steve. For a second you swear they have some sort of silent and private conversation before Steve interjects with words that seem to startle the entire group surrounding you.

"No, it's not a friend thing." He moves his hand from yours, opting to drape his arm over your shoulder, making a show whilst you wipe your hand discreetly on your shorts.

"Surprise..??" the word comes strained from your lips and you are thankful for the fact that Steve is such a charmer. Whilst he's been more than a bad liar in the past he seems like a professional actor now, award-winning even as he sells your relationship to the group.

Your first kiss in his car one day after work, and first date at the small bakery down the street from your house. The way he'd been crushing on you since he saw you beat the hell out of some Demogorgons to defend the kids, and just how happy you were together. How he was so convincing you didn't know, but you almost found yourself believing him for parts of it, as if you didn't already know the truth. It was all fake, a ruse put together so that Steve could convince Robin and Nancy that he had in fact moved on. A perfectly crafted fake relationship so that Robin and Nancy could finally get together and feel guilt free.

"Well, I can't say I didn't see it coming." It's Dustin again, forever the speechmaker, and the smile on his lips is unbearably sweet. He's oblivious, it seems, and it occurs to you then that the little scheme you and Steve put together might have some negative impacts. Dustin cared about Steve in the way a little brother looks up to the older sibling, or perhaps the way a son looked up to a father, and maybe it wasn't so good for the boy to get attached to the idea of Steve finally finding some romantic peace. After all, it was nothing romantic of the sort, and whilst the game you had going wouldn't affect Dustin directly, it did seem that he was excited over the concept of you and Steve together.

Despite these thoughts, you find yourself moving an arm around Steve's waist, leaning into him as if it were real, because if you were doing this, you were sure as hell gonna do it right. Dustin smiles, somehow wider than before, before moving off to meet the other younger members of the group. Robin eyes the two of you from a distance, with something of a confused yet proud expression, and you hope that for whatever reason, she believes the show you're putting on.

When you feel Steve's breath against your ear, the shivers that run down your spine are barely controlled. "Good job." it's a whisper as he squeezes your shoulder, "I'm gonna go get us some drinks."

And with that, he walks away, leaving you to wonder how exactly this is going to work.

It goes well for the most part and soon you start to see changes in Robin and Nancy's behavior toward each other. They seem closer, more interested now that Robin's not afraid to make a move on the girl Steve had once been so hung up on.

But you can't deny that in private it has become somewhat awkward between you and Steve. Something changed over the past few weeks of pretending and you're not quite sure where it all went wrong, but the teasing relationship you'd once had was now evaporating before your eyes.

Steve currently had an arm over your shoulder as he sat beside you in the old bakery café where he had claimed you'd had your first kiss to the rest of the group. The old leather booth was supposedly filled with the fondest of memories for the both of you, though in truth you had never entered the place until today.

"You two really do make a hot couple." It's Robin leaning her elbows on the table from the booth across from you and Steve, Nancy at her side though they sit further apart.

"I second this," Nancy smiles, a wide and sweet expression that makes you really believe her. And suddenly you feel bad for lying to them both.

"Here," Before you can dwell on the feeling, Nancy's pulled out an old camera, one she was gifted by Jonathan back when they were something of a pair themselves. She still keeps it close, and she'd planned to use it for some journalism work later in the day, but it seems she's willing to waste some of the camera's potential now.

"Smile you two." She's peering into the camera, and instinctively you lean into Steve, smiling for the shot. But that doesn't seem to appease either Robin or the eldest Wheeler sibling, both of them scheming to create the best memories for you both.

"C'mon Steve," Robin instructs, "Give her a kiss for the camera." Steve does so hesitantly, pressing a short peck to your cheek and waiting for the camera to click, but nothing happens.

When he looks up he finds both Nancy and Robin chuckling before Nancy herself begins to speak. "Look, Steve, I know you're trying to be polite because, well, we used to be something—but I really don't mind if you two kiss. I'm happy for you both, and I assure you I've moved on." She spares a glance to Robin and it would have been sweet if you weren't panicking deep inside. You had yet to kiss Steve at all and the plan had been that you would never have to but now that your excuse seemed to be up in flames you weren't sure what to do, or say.

Steve didn't seem at all bothered, and maybe that should have concerned you more than it did, but honestly, you were grateful for the confidence he held when yours was nowhere to be found.

"Yeah, you're right. We didn't want to cause any drama with, you know," Steve gestures between himself and you, "Us."

"But that's the thing!" Nancy exclaims in a rather Robin-like fashion. (Perhaps the girl was rubbing off on her a little too much.) "I'm happy for you, and I really don't mind." She raises the camera again, a smile tugging at her lips as Robin shuffles a little closer to peak through the lens with her. "Do some cute couple shit for the camera. You may kiss your girlfriend." Robin says, and a nervous laugh escapes you as Steve locks his eyes with yours. it's a look that speaks,'You really wanna do this?' and 'We can back out now if you want.' all at once, but there's something else there that you can't quite decode.

You nod in response to his silent question, however, and it takes a moment before either of you can get up the guts to do anything at all. Steve leans in first, slow and steady, and you know he notices the breath that catches in your throat. His lips so close, his hair just barely brushing your forehead as he moves downward, his face inching ever closer to yours. But he stops, and it seems as if time itself does too, when Mike Wheeler bursts into the bakery, tall frame and skinny limps carrying him through the door and toward the booth at which the four of you sit.

"Nancy, god it took forever to find you! Mom's going crazy over dinner tonight and—" It all seems to fade off. Mike is still talking but you block him out, a ringing in your ears replacing his words as you wonder what could have happened had a few more seconds passed before the boys' arrival.

Either way, it would have meant nothing, because you don't like Steve like that, and you never will. Right?

Steve is sitting, brows furrowed beside you, staring at your figure as you watch Mike Wheeler ramble on about something Nancy needs to come home for. You don't seem to be listening and he doesn't blame you because honestly, he doesn't know if he is either, but he wonders what you are thinking about.

He's certainly thinking about things he shouldn't be.

But soon Nancy stands, and Robin follows suit and they say something that the both of you ignore. And they leave, as you wave them goodbye, and they say they'll be in touch. All of a sudden you're sat next to Steve, alone with a chocolate chip muffin between you.

"That was a close one don't you think?" It's you who says it and your voice startles Steve. You see him jump, and then adjust himself to sit like the cool high school heartthrob he had once been.

"Real close, sorry." the apology is genuine, and Steve pauses, looking around the bakery. "You wanna get out of here?"

You manage a nod, shuffling from the booth awkwardly. "Let's go."

"Did you want me to drop you home?" Steve's leaning on the side of his car as he watches you, waiting. He looks so different somehow, changed from the teenager you would sit next to in the chemistry lab. He hadn't spoken to you much at all back then, and you would do all the hard work for the passing grades, but now he seems....lost.

You suppose fighting interdimensional monsters can do that to a person. That kind of thing changes a perspective for sure, and the look in his eyes can be thrown down to such a concept.

"Sure," you go to say more, but decide against it as Steve moves around the car to open the passenger side door for you. The kind of thing you had yet to experience for a long time. When he gets behind the wheel he's focused, staring out the windshield.

"So, I'll drop you home." it's awkward, unsure and it's hard to find a response.

"Well, I don't know what else we're supposed to do."

Steve clears his throat, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "We could go to work—your work I mean, show off a little to the kid at the checkout. The one you have a crush on."

"He's literally the same age as us Steve. Stop calling him a kid." with your arms folded over your chest you watch Steve for a reaction, and he gives you one. His nose wrinkles up, turning to face you.

"He looks like a kid."

"He does not!" there's a laugh hidden behind your words, and Steve smiles, just a little. It's a nice thing to see.

"He has a babyface, he's got the smooth face of a baby."

"Like you're one to talk Harrington," you reach over, running a hand across his cheek. "You've got nothing on this face of yours."

Steve isn't nervous. He's not. The feeling of your skin on his, the warmth of your hand on his face has no effect on his heart rate. His heart beats this fast all the time. "I'll have you know that I've got a moustache coming in."

You pull back, buckling yourself into your seat. "That stubble on your upper lip doesn't count for shit Steve, don't give yourself a big head."

"Alright, well am I taking you home or what?" He wants to hide the grin on his lips, though he can't seem to put it away. It's stuck, the expression seemingly permanent. You're smiling too, and when you look over at him, his hands on the wheel and yours in your lap, it's all over.

"Let's go give babyface a run for his money."

-

It doesn't work out like it's supposed to, and as you walk into the store, out of uniform and entirely out of character, your confidence fades. "This was a bad idea." you mumble the words to Steve, who stands beside you, waiting to make a minor scene.

He looks down at you, peculiar frown pulling at his brows. "It's a great idea. Just making a little chaos, that's all." he doesn't sound like himself either, and in truth, his eyes are now scanning around the store, waiting for your target to show.

"Let's just go, Steve. It's dumb—this is dumb." before you can say anything more Steve's got his arm sliding softly around your waist, pulling you just that bit closer to his side. You don't flinch at the touch, the touch of a friend acting as though they're more. You should think more of it, feel more uncomfortable than you do, but you don't. You see your coworker approaching, apron over his regular uniform. You don't think you'd ever had a crush on him in the first place, despite what Steve had persisted, and even though the guy is cute, it doesn't seem to mean anything. Looking up at Steve is a struggle, and when you do you find his eyes still locked on the fated supermarket employee.

"Steve," muttering his name brings his eyes back to yours, and his gaze looks slightly different than it did before. "Let's get out of here."

"You sure?" the question hangs in the words, but something in him sounds relieved at the concept, as if all of a sudden this doesn't matter to him either. But he doesn't have a second to lead you away from the store before something else seems to enter the equation. Someone else.

"Hey, didn't expect to see you here." it's your coworker 'crush' standing before you with a strained grin. "It's your day off." He's says it in a way that suggests he's reminding you, in case you've forgotten. You don't miss the way his eyes flicker to Steve, and in particular, Steve's arm, still around your waist, his hand placed so convincingly as his fingers press affectionately into your side.

"Yeah, just came in to get some things." you smile back at the boy genuinely, as Steve buts into the conversation.

"Just some snacks...for date night." he's playing his part still, you realize, even if you weren't.

"Date night? You two are—I didn't see that coming." you think you must have imagined it, the deflated falter in your friends words. He didn't like you, he couldn't. He wouldn't. He was hardly a friend anyway, just the guy behind the checkout that you would wave and smile to during the work day. You couldn't possibly be hurting him with this, could you?

Steve squeezes you closer to his side, and it seems to be going a little too far. You're not sure if he does it just to get under the skin of the guy in front of you, or if he's trying to tell you something along the lines of "it's working."

You hope it's none of the above.

"Well, we should get going." diffusing the situation is all you can think to do, but now leaving isn't an option. If you don't exit the store with the so called 'snacks' you came in for, it might just mix things up further. You grab Steve by the hand, pulling him toward the candy aisle, sending your seemingly heartbroken coworker a sympathetic goodbye smile.

Once out of sight and snooping range, you give up the act. "Steve, this has to stop."

"What no, Nancy and Robin—they've just started connecting." Steve sounds disappointed, grasping for something to hold on to.

"There are other ways we can play matchmaker with them, but this...it's going too far. I can't do it." the way your eyes plead with Steve to end things, sends shivers across his spine. He feels the sting of your words as if it's all real, but of course it never was.

"So, we're breaking up?" he mumbles, trying not to let the words remind him of the familiar heartbreaks he's had before.

"Don't say it like that," there's a gentle laugh from your lips, soft, calmer than you were before. "That makes it sound like we were really a thing."

That cuts Steve deep. He can't help it, and his mind wanders to the feeling of your hand still holding his. He doesn't think you know that you're still doing it, so he squeezes your hand with his own, testing the waters. You let go.

You'd been Steve's fake girlfriend for over a month, and now suddenly, standing amongst bags of chocolate and sweets, you weren't anymore.

"So, just friends again?" You extend a hand as if to shake on the deal, and Steve accepts, though this time there is no affection in the way his hand holds yours.

"Friends." He confirms, and it really is over.

You don't let on to your friends directly that you'd split apart. Maybe due to the hopes that Robin and Nancy could make their own way a little faster whilst they were still under the impression of you and Steve in love. But you no longer hold hands in public, and you don't follow each other around like lost dogs.

It's weird, knowing that Steve isn't trailing behind you like he used to, and it's odd not having his car pull up in your driveway every day. You were so used to him surrounding you after the few months of being his partner in crime, that the distance from him has set up an ache in your heart.

Steve feels similarly, and the way the man goes about his days now are less interesting, and far less fun. Dustin caught on almost immediately, and despite the deal Steve made with you to never tell a soul in the group about your little agreement, he can't help but tell the young boy everything.

"So what you're saying is you never dated in the first place?" Dustin questions, Steve nodding.

"Yeah."

"But you think you might have fallen in love with her for real?"

Hearing Dustin say it out loud sends a pang of longing through Steve and he knows then that he most definitely has fallen head over heels for someone he was never supposed to love in the first place.

"Yeah. That sounds about right."

"Dude," Dustin has a grin on his lips and Steve can tell he's about to made fun of before it happens. "You are so lame. Honestly, can you just admit to yourself that you had a crush on her from the start? It was never fake to you, was it?" The kid is smart, and can see right through his older friend. He held no surprise when Steve told him the truth, because he found it quite obvious how Steve truly felt. It was why Steve's stories about how he fell in love with you felt so real to the group in the first place. Because they were the furthest thing from fake.

Steve doesn't respond, thinking it over. Dustin is right he realizes, and it's not surprising at all.

"You gotta tell her, man." Dustin speaks again, and Steve nods.

"Yeah. I know."

Two days later and Mike has invited everyone over, including the older kids, to spend the day together. It gives you Deja vu as you enter the house, having been to a similar hangout with Steve months before when you first introduced yourselves as a couple. Now you walk in alone, no sweaty hand to hold.

Steve's heart skips a beat when he sees you, and Dustin nudges him hard with his shoulder, as if Steve hasn't already been alerted of your presence. He thinks you look beautiful, but he always does. He realizes these things now. Now that he knows how he feels.

"Hey," Steve stands to greet you and you offer him a friendly smile back.

"Hey, Steve." It's still awkward between you, and has been ever since the fake breakup. Perhaps that's due to the fact you've both been avoiding each other like the plague since it happened.

"I need to talk to you about something later, is that okay?" He keeps his voice low, not wanting the others to hear about the private matters he wants to discuss. He can tell he's confusing you, but you agree thanks to his puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah, okay." Despite your agreeance, you plan to avoid Steve for the rest of the day, solely due to the fact you've begun to feel things that you shouldn't be. You were so used to being his friend, and seeing him as one, but now your thoughts have begun to linger on him more than they should, as do your eyes.

You can't help but admire the way he is with the kids, and the way his hands comb through his hair casually as if he doesn't know just how appealing it makes him. You focus a little too much on whether he's looking at you or not, and the sound of his laugh is too familiar now.

He was your friend, and whilst you'd promised he would stay that way, you weren't so sure you could keep it.

"Hey," Steve has caught you in the kitchen, going to get more soda for the party after a long day of avoidance. You'd hoped to spend a few minutes alone, and most of all, had hoped to keep evading him, but Steve had other plans.

You place the sodas on the counter, closing the fridge with caution. "It sure is hot today." You mumble in the hopes of keeping the conversation light. You know he's here to confront you about the distance you've been keeping from him. It can't be anything else.

"Yeah, it's summer." He feels bad about cornering you in the kitchen, but he knows this might be one of the only chances he has at asking you how you feel. Even with what Dustin had said, Steve doesn't know if he can bring himself to tell you what's been going on inside his head over the past couple of months, but he hopes you'll be willing to tell him what's been happening in yours.

"Are you okay?" even though you saw it coming, Steve's question still startles you.

You nod, though your voice involuntarily raises an octave. "Yeah, I'm fine. How are you?" You're not fine, and the lie is clear, but Steve is more than honest with you.

"I'm tired of us acting like we haven't fucked up our relationship." He leans against the counter in a kind of defeated gesture, weakening your resolve. "I don't want to keep fighting to be around you. I want you to feel comfortable around me again. Call me an idiot, a loser or something, like you used to."

"I can't." your whisper seems so loud in your own ears.

"I promise I'll call you pretentious and dramatic right back, just say it. Call me a name, make it how it used to be." there's a kind of desperation hidden within Steve's words, one you haven't heard before. One you doubt anyone has heard before. It stands in the silence, for your ears alone.

"You really want me to list all the shit I hate about you?" There's a shake to your voice, as if you're close to screaming or crying, but you're not sure which will come first.

"Well, I didn't say that—"

"I hate your stupid hair. Your teeth are too straight, and I don't like the way you talk to me, how your voice gets all soft and sweet. It's irritating when you smile because it makes me smile too, and you're laugh just—it just pisses me off." You stop for breath, sucking in the air as you focus on the boy in front of you. You've taken a few steps toward him with your words spoken, slow, and steady. "And I hate the fact you made me like you. I hate the way you're so unhateable to everyone around you, including me."

There's a small twitch of Steve's lips, and you can tell they want to pull upwards into the smile you just claimed to despise. He doesn't let them though, pushing himself back from the counter. "You wanna know what I hate about you?"

Your heart leaps into your throat but you don't show any sign of response, staring at him with as much blankness as you can muster.

"Absolutely everything, and nothing at all." He says it quietly. He doesn't need volume to get his point across. He's taken the steps needed to close the gap between you, and he's waiting for your approval. "In fact, I think I could love you, if you'll let me."

You let out a breath, somewhere between relief and excitement. "You're so lame, Harrington."

"You know you love it." he leans in closer, and you do the same, lips brushing against his.

"You know, I think I could love you too, if you'll let me of course." you allow yourself a grin at the sight of one on Steve's own lips, contagious as always.

"I think we could come to an arrangement." He's fucking with you, but you're too impatient to respond with anything but a kiss, gentle and sweet to his lips. You're not the first person to kiss Steve Harrington, but Steve thinks you might be the best.

"Come on, the others are waiting." You pick up the sodas left on the counter and push past Steve with the widest smile you've held in weeks, and Steve follows close behind.

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Jacket Stealer | Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: You steal Steve’s brown leather, “Top Gun” jacket.

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He’d looked everywhere for it, flipped his entire house upside down looking for his favorite jacket. But it was no where to be found. He was already late to pick you up. You’d been out shopping with your girlfriends while he was at work and you two had promised a date that night. 

“Damnit!” He huffs, throwing his hands up in defeat.  Maybe he left it at your house? No, he swears it was here. He grabs his keys off the hook and heads out to his car, retracing his steps on the last time he’d had the jacket and where he’d left it. 

His mind was still on that jacket when he pulled into your driveway. He enters the house without a knock.You two were past the knocking phase of the relationship. He called out a greeting to your parents who were in the living room. 

You came bounding down the stairs and he was waiting at the bottom for you, “You little minx.” He takes in your outfit; the outfit including his favorite jacket, the one he’d been searching all evening for and the reason he was late to pick you up. 

“What?” You asked with a smile.

“That’s my jacket, you thief.” He places his hands on your hips and gently twists/shakes you. 

“I know.” You did a small twirl on the stairs, “do you like it?” 

“I love it,” He says, eyes gazing up and down your body. “Did you wear it out today with the girls?” 

You took the last step, heading for the door, Steve following. “I did. And I received many compliments.” 

“Oh?” 

You grabbed your purse off the hook by the door, opening it, “lots of boys.” You tease, stepping outside.

“Wait, what?” Steve quickly follows and shuts the door behind him. 

You stop and wait for him by the passenger side, “Waiting for you, Harrington.” 

“No, we’re going to discuss this. You had a lot of compliments from boys? Wearing MY jacket?” He gently tugs on the jacket. 

You shake your head with a laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Don’t worry they backed off when I told them it was my boyfriend’s jacket..” 

“mmhmm.” He hums in response, “You know I looked everywhere for that jacket?” He reaches around and opens the door for you, hand on the top edge of the door. “And here it was, with you, on your body this entire time. Getting compliments from other guys.” 

“Yup.” you laugh, entering the vehicle. 

He shakes his head with a smile, muttering, “you little minx.” As he shuts the door. 

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Shut it, Harrington

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader-more fluff

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“That your girl in the stands, Harrington?”

“Leave her out of this Hargrove. Just play the damn game.”

I looked up at the sound of Steve’s voice, only to see him and Billy going head to head. I shook my head and focused on my textbook, determined to ignore the egotistical basketball players. I was waiting for Steve’s practice to finish up so he could drive me back home. The goal was to finish up on some homework while waiting on him, but I found myself distracted, watching as Steve owned the court. The way he looked in those green shorts, the sweat sticking his usually fluffy hair to his forehead, the way he commanded the team as captain. He was doing fantastic…that is, until Billy Hargrove showed up.

Billy was clearly amazing at basketball, but he was also not much of a team player. Billy loved the attention, and wanted nothing more than to be the new “King” of Hawkins. Steve didn’t really care for the title anymore, but he did care about being shown up in front of his friends, and especially in front of me.

“Hey Harrington, is your girl going to Tina’s party later?” Billy questioned, his eyes on Steve as he dribbled the ball. Steve ignored him and merely grunted as he thrust his shoulder into Billy’s abs to block him.

“I’m only asking for your sake man. Given your display on this court right now, I might have to step in and show her how a real man takes control.”

Seizing the moment of weakness as Steve’s anger got the best of him, Billy shoved his way forward and took the ball, forcing Steve to lose his footing. Steve got up, ears red with frustration and chased after Billy but it was too late; Billy scored and practice was over.

Coach blew the whistle and ended the session. “Good game! Hit the showers, ladies!”

“Maybe I’ll take her out for a ride later…and not in my car.” Billy sneered at Steve, dribbling the ball again. After an hour of listening to the teasing, I had enough.

“In your dreams Hargrove!” I shouted from my spot in the bleachers.

Billy and Steve turned to look at me; Billy with a cocky look on his face and Steve staring between the two of us.

“Enough Hargrove, stay the fuck away from her.” Steve said, standing between Billy and I with his hands on his waist.

“What, don’t trust your girl Harrington?”

“Listen here you annoying shit, I don’t know if this “macho man” crap is just a show or if you’re really that insecure but you better run off to the showers before I-“ Steve grabbed me around the waist as I stomped my way down the bleachers and right into the line fire. I was so over Billy’s bullshit.

The man in question laughed and walked away, but not before tossing Steve a smirk. “Ooh she’s feisty Harrington. You lucky dog!”

I flipped Billy off before being dragged away by Steve.

“Hey, hey! Calm down. He’s gone. It’s over.”

I sighed and looked up at Steve, mildly embarrassed at my behavior.

“I’m sorry, but he’s just such an ass! I’m so over him and his bullshit attitude. You were being so professional on the court and he just HAD to play dirty.” I rambled on. Steve nodded at me…and started to chuckle. His chuckles then slowly turned into a full on belly laugh.

I stared at him, confused. But seeing him laugh started to make me laugh. His beautiful brown eyes staring happily at me as he continued to chortle.

“What’s so funny, Harrington?” I asked through a giggle of my own.

“You’re just…so fucking cute when you’re mad. Don’t worry about Billy, I can handle him. I’m sorry he said all that shit about you though, I should have punched him.”

I shook my head and pulled Steve closer by his gym shirt. He placed on hand on the wall behind me, caging me in. I smiled and sighed. “No, I’m glad you didn’t stoop down to his level. But the next time I hear my name coming out of his mouth, I make no promises that I won’t punch him.”

Steve laughed again and wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Ooh, maybe he was right. You are feisty!”

I laughed out loud and pulled the collar of Steve’s gym shirt down, effectively pulling his face closer to mine.

“Shut it, Harrington,” I said, silencing him with a kiss.

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[iridescentprose]

Stranger Things— Steve Harrington x fem!reader

author's note: ask and you shall receive. Thank you for anyone who voted in my poll!

warnings; none. Just fluff.

*pictures are from pinterest an do not belong to me*

"I'm going to buy you a ring one day."

You both were sitting on the floor of your dorm room eating cold pizza when he said this. It was a school night, but that didn't stop him from surprising you with flowers and a large box of pepperoni pizza to share. Despite your class starting the next day at the crack of dawn, you couldn't refuse the offer.

"A what?" You asked, leaning against the wall behind you, swearing you had heard him incorrectly. He was sitting next to you, the pizza box the only thing keeping you two apart.

"You heard me, Mrs. Harrington," he said with a smirk while closing the pizza box. He shoved it aside and took its place, his leg brushing up against yours as he squeezed himself next to you. "When all this is over and things are normal for a while...after you graduate, I'm going to buy you a ring."

He looked at you with determination and a hint of curiosity in eyes, stifling your laughter. In the midst of composing yourself, his hand had somehow found its way onto yours - the one resting on your propped knee - and he grasped it gently, his thumb sweeping over the back of it.

Your relationship - which happened to be the most normal thing in your life right now - was no match for the strange things going on around you both. You weren't privy to all that had transpired that last couple of months given that it was your choice to stay out of the loop for your own sanity.

But after hearing that your boyfriend was nearly mauled to death by demonic bats, you had decided that the eighteen credit hours you were taking seemed trivial.

Dreaming about a ring, a wedding, and a life with Steve seemed trivial.

Steve pressed a kiss to the back of your hand and squeezed it, bringing you back to the present. You smiled and rested your head against his shoulder.

"I'll hold you to that," you said before he chuckled and placed a final kiss to your brow.

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[mystic-shadows42]

A Baby Changes Everything {Part 2}

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1,968

A lot had changed once you told Steve about the baby. It took a few weeks before Steve finally came around and told his parents. His dad gave him an earful but they didn’t kick him out like he thought.

Last you heard, he was looking for a job. He told his friends that it was his dad’s way of trying to teach him a lesson. Besides that, no one else knew about the baby.

You both spoke a few times, briefly. He wanted to be updated on how you were doing and wanted you to call him if you needed anything at all. It was all just out of a sense of duty, more so than him actually caring. There were times you did call him but he was either with Nancy or out somewhere.

His mother would answer most of the time simply saying to give him time but how much time did he really need?

It seemed strange passing by him in the halls and dimly looking at each other knowing a secret no one else did. He never told Nancy seeing as they were both going to parties and seemed in love most of the time.

He liked her, that much you could tell. As much as you wished things had been different there were other priorities at stake.

While they were off doing their own thing, you found a job. Your free time consisted of shopping for baby supplies and reading books on mothers-to-be. All the while out of town. You weren’t quite ready to be the talk of the town yet your wardrobe to school now consisted of baggy clothes.

Just like now, you had your arms crossed feeling ridiculous about how you looked in the gym. Everyone was doing various activities: playing basketball, running laps, playing Badminton, and jump roping.

You felt out of place and uncomfortable. None of your friends were in this class. None at all except Steve. You began to walk around trying to figure out what to do to pass the time.

As you looked around you caught sight of Steve who stopped in the middle of his game to look over your way. You swallowed always feeling that you were more of a liability to him than anything.

Before you could break eye contact someone ran into you, knocking you to the ground. You fell onto the floor with a loud thud causing everyone in the gym to stop what their doing and stare.

All you had was minor pain but the embarrassment of everyone’s attention was the only thing you could focus on. You hated it.

“What the hell is your problem?” There was running of squeaky shoes heading your way and you knew it was Steve.

“Take it easy, Harrington. I didn’t see her.” Billy chuckled clearly loving seeing how worked up Steve was especially when he pushed him. Right away Steve dropped down to help you up.

He was being careful but his concern would be noticed if he kept it up. You tried brushing it off as simply falling not wanting to cause any attention but that’s exactly what you got when Steve continued to hold your hands in his as he checked for any injuries. That’s when you pulled your hands from his and stepped away.

“I’m fine,” you stated, clearing your throat. You backed away having a hard time breathing with everyone coming in so close. Steve wasn’t taking the hint though. He ignored what you said and got closer.

“I’m taking you to the nurse’s office.” He touched your arm trying to get you to move. You didn’t want to make this a big deal but Steve was making it so.

“Mr. Harrington she said she’s fine. If she’s not hurt then I don’t see any reason to leave.” The teacher spoke up after finally making it to the middle of the crowd. This is just what you didn’t need. More attention.

“No, I’m taking her.”

“Steve,” you scolded widening your eyes for him to get the hint that you were fine and didn’t want anyone to suspect anything. He got closer cocking his head as if he couldn’t believe you were trying to brush this off. He narrowed his brows at you in all seriousness.

“I’m taking you to get checked out and that’s final,” he spoke in a lower voice so that only you could hear but you were over it.

You scoffed and began to walk out towards the gym doors. The class be damned. If you stayed it would look even more suspicious trying to argue with him. You quickened your pace to get as far as you could before he could catch up. “Hey! Hey, wait up.” All you could hear from behind was his hurried footsteps getting closer. He pulled on your arm which was all that was needed for you to quickly turn to face him.

“Why’d you have to do that?”

“Do what?” He asked, genuinely confused.

“Make a scene in the gym like that?”

His face scrunched up in disbelief. He even took a step back and placed his hands on his hips.

“Are you serious? Screw what people think. I’m worried about your health.”

You knew you were probably overreacting but you were a teen in high school where one mistake made you a pariah. Everybody was always looking for something to talk about and make it a bigger deal than it was. That’s just how it is.

“Easy for you to say. People won’t talk about you. They’ll talk about me. These baggy clothes only hide so much.”

You pulled on your baggy shirt for emphasis. You wanted so badly for him to understand where you were coming from but he could never comprehend any of it.

He raised his hands in the air in frustration at a complete loss.

“Why is that your concern? I’m looking after our baby here.”

“You’re having a baby? Together?”

You both looked to see Nancy off to the side with a disbelief look on her face. She looked at you both before her eyes started to water. “Oh.” She dropped her things on the floor and began to run off.

“Nancy!” Steve called as he ran after her.

You squeezed your eyes shut trying to hold it together. You knew Nancy wouldn’t say anything but the fact that she knew something that was your business bothered you greatly. Though one day they’ll all know. That was the day you dreaded the most.

The next day you had been successful in avoiding Steve wherever you were. Nancy missed school and you envied how she could get away way something with such ease.

After all your classes ended and school was over that’s when you began the journey home. You were ready for your walk home when a car slowed down and began to cruise closer alongside. You looked over and saw Steve.

“Let me take you home.”

You rolled your eyes and continued walking. 

“I’m perfectly capable of walking there.” It was a petty move but you increased your pace.

“Will you stop being so goddamn stubborn and get in the damn car?” You looked at him. Angry and embarrassed. If he saw where you lived he’d think it was a joke. When you continued to ignore him that’s when he parked the car and jogged over your way.

“Leave me alone, Steve.”

He held his hands out in complete confusion.

“Whoa wait,” he grabbed a hold of your arm to stop you. “When did I suddenly become the bad guy?”

You chuckled amused with his choice of words. “It’s funny how you would compare yourself to one.”

“Hey, I’m trying here,” he emphasized touching his chest. “Trust me, I hear it from my parents every single day. I’ve got a job, I’ve been going out less, and I-just-I’m trying.” He stated trying to catch his breath.

“You missed the appointment yesterday.” Might as well get straight to the point.

Steve looked confused then realization hit him. It was the appointment he kept saying he’d go to but after what happened yesterday with Nancy, his attention had been elsewhere. He sighed loudly covering his face with his hands. Just by his reaction, it slipped his mind but you felt no remorse after reminding him countless times.

He ran his hands through his perfectly coiffed hair, messing it up.

“Shit, I forgot. I’m sorry.”

The thought of giving him a break passed through your thoughts but right now you were upset. You were relying on him but every time you did, he let you down.

“You need to sort your priorities out Steve. You can’t just forget about things like that.”

“I was just trying to fix things with Nancy.”

“And that’s fine, but I can’t wait for your love life to get better to continue. Life goes on. You need to figure out what’s worth waiting and what needs more attention.”

“Look I like Nancy okay. I want her in my life and hopefully, one day, our kid’s too. I’m sorry that I forgot. I’m still figuring my shit out. Cut me some slack.”

“I will admit that I was jealous that you chased after her but not for the reasons you think. I wanted you to be there at the appointment. Not off making amends with Nancy Wheeler. I don’t have the money to provide my kid with everything like you two.”

Steve closed his eyes then opened them again. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You don’t understand. Everything’s so easy for you. I want to be able to go out and have fun too, but I can’t. I need to be responsible because this is our doing. You don’t think I wish to have a love life too? Someone, that I care about to be there for me and the baby? I want what you and Nancy have because if it was Nancy in my shoes then you’d be there every step of the way with her.”

He shook his head in disagreement but you held up your finger.

“You know I’m right, but of course, I’m just some trailer trash girl who was stupid enough to get knocked up by pretty boy Steve Harrington because maybe just maybe I thought he was actually a decent person and not as everyone said.”

A tear fell from your eyes and you quickly wiped it away. It was so unlike you to snap at anyone. The hormones, school, insecurity of your own body, and ability to provide for your baby was building layers of stress. You looked down embarrassed. “I’m sorry Steve. You didn’t deserve that.”

You were off in your own thoughts when his arms wrapped around you pulling you in close. You didn’t know how much you needed the simple act of comfort until you gripped onto him and simply fell into the weight of his hug and began crying into his shirt.

“I don’t care where you live or how it looks. I want you and our baby safe. I have money. I have a job. Whatever you need I can provide.” He began to rub your back comfortingly. “I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry I missed the appointment. Just let me help. I want to. Just know you’re not alone in this,” he kissed the top of your head. “We’ll figure this out together, I promise.”

Out of all the things you believed Steve on, this was the one you trusted. He meant what he said. In order for things to work, you needed to let him in more and cut him some slack while he needed to make more of an effort.

You didn’t doubt that this was the first step to making it better.

>> Part 3 >>

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[myosotisa]

‖ tags: smut, somnophilia, size kink, p in v, praise kink

‖ word count: 380

the two of you have had sex 3 times and you've never been able to take all of him because you just get too in your head about how huge he is. he's so patient with you, never rushing you, prioritizing your comfort over anything else. making suggestions to try to make it better, or saying he'll just fuck you with half so it doesn't hurt you, or that the two of you don't have to do anything at all if you don't want to.

you feel bad, self conscious, slightly ashamed, apologetic. he assures you it's more than fine, sex with you is amazing even if you can't take all of him. but. he knows it's all in your head. he knows your body can take it. he asks if you trust him and of course you say you do.

you wake up on your stomach, naked from the waist down and your shirt rolled up to your armpits. it's hot and sweaty and disorienting but holy shit what is that feeling?!

"there she is," he says in a deep voice, rough from how quiet he's trying to be. "good morning beautiful"

you go to say good morning back but it's cut off with an unexpected moan, a feeling deep inside you shifting. "feel that?" he murmurs, sounding a bit cheeky but so utterly pleased. to make his point more clear he rolls his hips, adjusting his thick cock inside you, and holy fucking shit he's balls deep.

"knew you could take it, baby," he says proudly when you gasp, fingers twisting in the sheets beneath you. he pulls back an inch or two and pushes back in, your back arching as you let out a choked moan. he's so deep, you've never felt anything like this before.

"just had to take your big, nervous brain out of the equation. knew it the whole time - your pussy was begging for it, crying for it. and now you're soaking me, sh-iiit, like you were made for my fat cock," he groans, continuing to slowly shift in and out of you, your muscles clenching around him on each drive forward. "so fucking perfect baby. just keep taking it like a champ and I promise to make you feel so good you'll never worry about me fucking you like this ever again."

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[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

pillow talk

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

wc: 1K

warnings: this is post activities, so its safe. just sweet sweet fluff

summary: post sex discussions

A/N: used the prompt sweet after sex by @jasminesfury *not proofread, i’m confusing myself so badly looking at one specific sentence*

masterlist / steve harrington

the sun was setting. orange and yellow hues sparkled through the windows that the curtains let peek through. the room was quiet, the only noises coming from the shared breathing and the rustling of the bedding. the room felt hot with the door closed and the previous activity that had you and steve just laying in bed with the sheets up to your naked, sweaty chests.

steve rolled over and changed from laying on his back to his stomach, staring at his ceiling while adjusted his body so his head lay on your stomach. he had one leg in and the other out, your right leg in between. steve managed to wiggle an arm under your back as his free hand drew whatever came to mind onto your sticky belly.

a tilt to your head as it lay on the pillow, a lovesick smile tugging the seams of your lips. a hand fell on steve’s head and you began running the digits through his thick head of brown hair with a few lighter parts popping out from his time in the sun. nails scratching at his scalp to pull vibrating groans or fingers twirling strands of ruly hair around.

steve rubbed his open palm over your waist and down to your thighs before trailing up again. his wonderful lips plant wet, open-mouth kisses over your stomach and the imperfections scattered over your lower half. his nose would glide over your belly button before setting his chin just above it to peer at your with lidded eyes.

“yes, handsome?” you hummed as you pushed hair behind his ear.

“i love you.”

three words, eight letters.

the two of you have said them for years. at first just surface level meaning, friendly-familia meaning, something you say in passing to your parents as you leave the house in a hurry or friends when they do a favor for you. but eventually, the words held a different meaning for the two of you. it would be lingering touches and eye contact maintained longer that was acceptable. staring at steve’s side profile as he talked, letting your thoughts run away from you with imaginary scenarios before shaking them away and landing back to reality.

and now the words held all those meanings, silver bands wrapped around ring fingers showing the world.

“i love you too, stevie.” thumb straightening his left brow into place.

steve rubbed his thumb up and down at your hip bone. more kisses pressed to your stomach, some quick and open, some more lingering, and some with heat as he gave little bites at the skin. you would giggle or squirm, a moan pulled from your throat when the feel of his lips felt tantalizing. fingers would curl and pull steve’s hair in response, you would feel the smile as he continued his loving assault.

“you know,” lingering kisses to your lower stomach, “i can’t wait to have kids with you.”

“oh, yeah?” top teeth biting into your bottom lip to stop a smile.

steve stopped the kisses (much to your disappointment) to once again rest his chin on your stomach. it was slightly discomforting but you didn’t push him away.

“yeah. i know you don’t want many if we were to have our own. so i want an older girl so she can help keep her younger brother in line.”

you let your index finger run down the slope of steve’s nose bridge, “how long have you been thinking about this?”

the quick dart of steve’s eyes piqued your interest. he only did that when he was embarrassed by the information he was about to lay out. you didn't push him, just observed him as you waited.

you felt steve’s voice but didn’t hear it. he spoke his words into your skin and it took you a moment before you realized he said anything. you asked him to repeat it politely.

he cleared his throat. “since our third date.”

“why our third date? if this was a romance anything, you would’ve said our first date.” you weren’t criticizing, just curious. you just remember it as a fun roller rink date.

your simple question sparked a twinkle in steve’s pupils. “i know what you're thinking.” “what am i thinking?”

“that it was just a roller rink date. why is that so special to start thinking about kids? right?” a shrug was your answer. steve continued his version of the story.

“okay. well, i was getting us food and you stayed in our booth. after i placed our order i leaned against the wall so i could continue to watch you-“ “stalker.”

steve tickled at your sides, breaking you into fits of laughs and tears before you conceded. “anyway. i was staring at you, my mind just constantly saying, “you got your girl”. and then you stood up and walked to a claw game. i was gonna rush over so i could impress you, but stopped when i saw you crouch down and start talking to a little boy. then you started to play the game and after many, many, many-“ you shoved his shoulder and the both of you chuckled, “many tries. you got the boy a stuffed animal. and in his excitement, he hugged you. and just seeing the way you froze before holding him tightly with your eyes closed…”

steve trailed off and you could feel the tears wishing to fall. hands grabbing for steve’s cheeks and giving a slight tug to signal him to climb up your body. his hands sat by the sides of your chest as you planted kiss after kiss over his face. a kiss to the side of his lip and you move his head back.

“here’s a potential plan. we wait another year or two, getting more marriage on the plate and getting used to our grown-up jobs. and then from there, we could start having a bit more carefree sex and just… see what happens. what d’you think?”

steve’s eyes went side to side then to your lips and back to your eyes. “i say…” he leaned closer, lips ghosting each other as he whispered, “that’s a good plan, honey.” and he kissed you until you couldn’t remember your name, only steve’s.

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[moonstruckme]

Heyy:)💞could I request something in which reader is a virgin and she’s afraid of her first time and like unsure if she feels ‘ready’ for it but also doesn’t want to come of as prude and the character you’re writing for just comforts her and tells her it’s fine🌞Any character you’re writing for would be fine!!:))) have a great dayyy🫶

Hi lovely, thank you for requesting!

cw: smut mdni, oral (fem recieving), virgin reader

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 958 words

Steve’s hands are strong and warm on your waist, dipping lower. You roll your hips against his, and the sound that emerges from him is half-moan, half-laugh. He kisses you dizzy. 

“Can I take these off?” he asks, tugging at your back pocket.

“Yeah,” you say without thinking. 

You trust Steve. You haven’t been dating long, but you can tell he’s a good guy. He has a tendency to act overconfident and then backtrack immediately, which he says he’s working on. He’s genuine when it counts. Nice to you in all the ways that matter. 

It’s not until your jeans hit the floor, where Steve’s shirt already lies, that you start to think about the implications of losing those bits of clothing. Whether or not you want them. 

Steve grabs big handfuls of your ass, your flesh pudging between his fingers. He flips you over. 

You giggle at the suddenness of it, and he drinks in the sound happily, lips curving over yours. You press kiss after kiss after kiss into his mouth, giddy and lost in him. After a while, he dips his head to move his attentions to your neck. Your breaths become gaspy, head tilting sideways to grant him better access as your eyes flutter closed. 

You don’t even notice his hand moving until his fingers wiggle under the waistband of your panties. 

You go still. Then try to relax again. Try to embrace it. His fingers slide over your folds, already slicked, while his thumb searches for your clit. He finds it, circling tantalizingly. You try to get lost again. It’s not hard. Soon you’re panting, tangling your hand in Steve’s hair as his mouth sponges over your pulse. He slips one thick finger into you, then two. Scissoring. 

You try to make your voice sound casual as can be. 

“What’re you doing?” 

“Opening you up.” The words are mumbled against your skin, matter-of-fact. “M’gonna get you ready, don’t worry.” 

Your breath catches in your throat. 

“Whoa, hey,” Steve laughs. “Relax for me. You okay?” 

You hesitate, and his fingers still inside you, thumb slowing on your clit. 

“Hey.” He sits up, looking down at you. “Are you doing okay?” 

“I’m not sure if—if I want—”

“Oh, oh my god.” He slips his fingers out, wiping his hand on his sheets. His other hand twitches like it wants to touch your face, but he stops it before it gets there, setting it on the bed beside your head. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to assume…anything.” 

“No, you’re good.” You try to laugh it off. “I’m being dumb. We can keep going.” 

You tip your chin upward, kissing him. Steve doesn’t take the cue.

“I don’t want to do anything you don’t want,” he says, sitting up a bit more, putting more distance between you. You lie back on the mattress and fight the urge to cover your face with your hands. “If you don’t feel like it, that’s cool.” 

You rub your lips together. They’re still tingling. “It’s not that I don’t feel like it,” you try to explain. “It’s just that I’m not sure…I don’t know if I’m ready.” You cringe. “It feels stupid to say it.” 

Steve’s eyebrows twitch together. “Ready for…?” 

You give him a deadpan look, and his expression clears. 

“Oh. Whoa, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” 

You shrug. “I didn’t tell you.” 

“Yeah…” He seems a bit shell-shocked. “Why did you say we could keep going? Do you want to?” 

Your eyes fall thoughtlessly to where Steve’s hand rests just below your navel, your underwear a soppy mess behind it. “I don’t know,” you admit. 

Steve nods like he understands, though he still looks confused. “Well, we shouldn’t do anything unless you know for sure.” 

You look at him, guilt like concrete clogging your insides. “Really? You don’t think I should just get it over with?” 

“What?” His face screws up. “No. Honey,” —He’s never called you that before. You melt a little— “you should want to have sex. If you’re not sure, you’re not sure. That’s fine.” You search in his tone for any hint of sarcasm or bitterness but come up empty. His hand drifts over to your hip, running the length of it. “You’re not asking because you think I want to, are you?” 

It’s a silly, hypocritical stab of hurt, but it hurts nonetheless. “You don’t?” 

“No, I do,” Steve says hastily. “Obviously I do. Just, that’s not a good enough reason for you to do it. And I don’t want you to get it over with, that’s for sure.” 

He says the last bit wryly, glancing away from your face like he’s barely restraining an eye-roll, and you laugh. He looks back at you, grinning. Pleasantly surprised. 

“I mean, it wouldn’t really reflect on you if I was getting it over with,” you say, but Steve scoffs. 

“Fuck yeah it would. Sex with me should be magical, babe,” he tells you, kissing your chin firmly. “Sparks flying and butterflies and all that. The whole fireworks show.” 

“Oh, you’re selling it now.” 

“Not,” he does roll his eyes this time, kissing the corner of your mouth, “my intent. You tell me when you feel ready, and then I’ll start advertising, but until then don’t worry about it.” He catches your eye, and his are searching even as he raises his eyebrows playfully. “I can still give you the fireworks show other ways, if you want me to.” 

You blink. “Really?” 

Steve blinks harder. “Yeah! Jesus, your expectations of me are so low. Give me a little credit.” He presses kisses to your mouth, your chin, trailing down your throat, his blessed hand making its way back towards your heat. “Just sit tight, let me get you warmed up again.”

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[nouearth]

rated i for impatient.

steve harrington x male reader.

summary: in the middle of a slow afternoon at family video, steve has an idea on how to past time, and it involves you and your mouth.

wc: 3.4k. warnings: explicit smut, handjob (r!giving), blowjob (r!giving), mouth-fucking, deep-throating, lots of spit, gagging, bantering, workplace quickie, co-workers, established relationship, rough!steve, but also gentle!steve, bigdick!steve.

a/n: and it's been a hot minute since i've written smut, as well as a full one-shot!! i swear, i feel like my small hiatus made me forget everything, lol. but i hope it's as good as my other stories and i also hope you guys enjoy steve's first appearance on my blog!

“Dude, you seriously couldn’t wait?” 

Heavy footsteps followed Steve as he dragged your trudge into the storage closet. Even though his back faced you, he responded with a shimmy of his shoulders, the flight of muscles equally excited to cease the sluggish afternoon.

“Oh, come on!” He shut the door once you entered with a distressed groan. Though, he knew you didn’t mean it despite your pointed tone. 

“I know you want to.” Steve sang with a tease, cornering you against the door with a playful dance, and a smile that had charmed you since the first time you had met him. 

You’d been keeping track at how many times Steve had simply captivated you with his presence. It was embarrassing because you’d lost count since day one. The only statistic that you did know was that you were losing.

Losing bad.

Always a goody two-shoes and extra responsible, yet somehow, you were never a prude and knew how to have fun. If only you weren’t so hesitant in this moment. It was your first week, your fourth day at Family Video, and you wanted to make a great impression, even if it was only something to fill up your time during the summer.

He continued to dance, singing a tune that had been stuck in his head since three mornings ago, and your lips curled into smile while he performed within the narrow space. A few stumbles threw him off balance, but upon seeing your lips bitten to hold back a laugh, the following trip had been intentional. 

Steve collided into you, though barely as he caught his weight against the door. A whisper of gasp dried your throat when the sudden thump by your shoulders jolted you and his face rushed close to yours like a bullet. Your gaze widened in surprise, only for them to roll once it catalogued the mischief on his face. “You know Keith kind of hates you, right? You’re going to be fucked if he catches you slacking again.”

“Me?! I’m sorry, are you a ghost or something? A figment of my imagination? Worse… I’ve huffed paint too many times when I was little, and now it’s all catching up to me.” There was amusement on his face and it reflected off of your smile. 

You straightened your posture to match his eye level, and rebutted his theory with the light touch of your nose to his. He laughed, wrapping his arms around your torso. “You’d get in trouble too, you know. Last time I checked, most sexual acts involve at least two participants.”

“Yeah, well, he likes me unlike you! If anything, he’d probably blame you for being a bad influence or something.” The possible truth expelled a groan out of Steve, but it doesn’t stop him from pouring the remainder of his frustration into your mouth. 

You took him in stride, earlier hesitance burying into the back of your mind when the fresh mint of his breath began haunting your mouth. Then, completely into obscurity when his tongue slid over yours, sloppily in hopes of awakening a fruitful lust, akin to his, within you.

“Steve… come on,” You pulled away, but Steve immediately captured your lips again in a tongue-swelling kiss. “What if customers come in?” You panted in between breaths, squeezing at his firm back to distract yourself from the growing tent within your khakis.

“I’ve been here longer than you, studied the activity down to the seconds.” He pressed into you, hip to hip, until you could feel his own muscle growing against yours. “We have at least ten minutes.”

“Ten?! Dude, that’s not enough—“

“Please?” Steve suddenly pulled your hand from his back and into the firmness of his bulge, looking into you with a desperation that rivaled the yearning freedom of his erection. “Please…” The curl of your hand was imposed by his grip, folding them until you had a handful of his bulge, throbbing at the mere friction of your warm palm.

“Fuck,” The determination in Steve’s gaze, as well as the devilish guidance of your own cock stirring against you, had your hand leave the aching muscle for a brief moment to hastily unbuckle his belt. You pressed your lips back to his, and muttered with a grimace. “You’re owing me one after work.”

“God, I love you.” He sighed with relief upon knowing that the heavy pressure in his pants would soon be released, thanking you by taking your cheeks into the dip of his palms and kissing you warm and wet. Even if it was going to be a quick one, his main priority was to be liberated of the painful throbs that had led him to this desperate juncture.

As much as Steve hated confined spaces, the feeling of the storage space closing in on him had only been fleeting because his desire for you was gravity-defying strong. It expanded the proximity at his very will until you were the only subject framed in his field of vision. 

Lips plumped from the bites he took from your flesh earlier, balmy skin speckled with a flush that he’d been the sole creator of, he couldn’t get enough of your presence. He took in your woody scent with deep inhales as he moved his lips to your neck, and your hands began digging into the waistband of his pants, pulling Steve close with a hard yank to harbor every warm breath into one another again.

With one swift pull, the belt collided with the floor and your hands worked at the zipper like a tailor until the khakis dropped and pooled around his ankles. You accompanied the leather and fabric seconds after, kneeling onto the cold surface with the eager guidance of Steve’s caresses to the back of your head. 

Kneeling face-to-face with his bulge, you couldn’t stop yourself from drooling even if Steve was covered. You could outline the girth of his cock, plumping and thickening under your piquant gaze, and then throbbing when you followed the curve with your palm in eager cycles until the waistband screamed for your attention. 

Your fingers hooked into the elastic band and in one slow pull, you revealed Steve’s erection in all its glory. Thick and unkempt hairs billowed first, and you played with the anticipation as you dragged the waistband over his length, weighting it downwards until all that was left covered was the plump tip that you can still taste from a few nights ago. In a final yank, Steve’s cock sprang up proudly and his groans were heavenly in its accompaniment. The weight of his large cock made him bounce in several reps before it was kept still by the warmth of your hand, then another over the remaining curve to amuse yourself with his blessed size.

“Jesus, did you not jerk off this morning? Haven’t seen or felt you this hard before...” Your mouth fell open in awe, and also in preparation to loosen the muscles in your jaw while your hands slid over him in slow strokes. Every vein throbbed at the delicate touch, pulsated strong when you squeezed a few sticky drips of his pre-cum from his spout. They would’ve landed on the undeserving floor had you not stuck your tongue out in time, lapping him up from the underside of his cock to the smooth pink rim. 

His cock jumped when your other hand dropped to fondle his balls, hanging low as if they awaited to be grasped and swung. You did exactly that as you licked the slit of his tip, amusing yourself with Steve’s package that you had sucked and fucked before, yet still managed to be surprised despite your many affairs.

“Not since we last fucked, to be honest.” At first, he balled the end of his shirt and raised it high to prevent it from obstructing your view, exposing the happy trail that you always traced over with your tongue on lazy Sundays. “Guess it wasn’t the same.” But the defy work of your hands spread the boil in his stomach to the muscular arch of his back, hot and heavy on his body until the weight of his shirt was thrown off. Moans exhaled in breathy tremors as you squeezed his shaft and pulled him forward and back in wall-closing jerks. 

“Well, I’m sorry for the long wait.” Your strokes continued while you sealed a wet promise to the pink glans. “I’ll make it worth it.” You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to welcome the following sticky slaps of his heavy length in disgusting delight, holding him like a marker as you patterned his thick pre-cum over your pair of lips before the salty flesh was vaulted into your mouth with an inhale.

His length pushed your mouth open in an accommodating stretch, almost pleasurable if he hadn’t been so difficult to take in. The first few inches gagged you, ached a muscle in your stomach when you flexed. It was traditional at this point, and your routine often consisted of stroking the shaft that had yet felt the heat of your mouth. The sliminess of your tongue as you bathed Steve’s cock in stomach-churning sin, lapping the musk of him from the loose scrotum to the plump head. 

And it was a routine to attempt to take him again. You spat in your hand before lubing his stiff in a glaze that caught the light of his eyes, then the hiccup of his moan. “Fuck, you know I love it when you do that…”

“Yeah?” You smiled, his compliments sent straight to your erection while the sticky sounds of bubbles and drool soiled his cock in pure lust in lazy strokes, then sealed when you wrapped your lips around him again, and pushed down when the pulse of his veins beckoned you.

The size of his cock drew a moan out of you, tremors rimming the shaft while you prepared the opening of your throat little by little. Drool leaked from either corners of your mouth, staining your flushed skin and then the floor, but you hadn’t been bothered to save them despite your reputation of being a clean-freak. 

When it came to Steve, you were in a state of delirium that had forgotten who you were because there was only one purpose on your mind: to pleasure. 

“Shit, (M/N)—“ His hands had left you to fold his arms behind his head, allowing his silhouette to become yours to own and to rapture over as you worked him like one your favorite treats at the candy store. He slipped in and out of you, closer to the barrier of your throat with the help of his thrusts, and the only time you’d take a break was when you suckled on his balls. As his cock hung over your face, head dripping in saliva and thick pre-cum, you found enjoyment in rolling his balls like dice: another one of Steve’s favorite moves.

Steve was heavy on your tongue and the only way you could thank him for blessing you with his fruitful cock, was to love-bomb him with all of his favorite desires. You lined the underside with your tongue until your lips met the pink glans again, speckling it with a playful pecks before weighing his shaft down with your spit once again. “Have you always liked it sloppy?”

“Mm—no…” He murmured, and you looked up into the heaviness of his lids, surprised by his confession. “Not until I met you. For others, it’s kind of gross, but… you do it differently. Tastefully, and I’m not trying to be funny.”

You laughed at the unintentional joke and Steve joined your amusement with a smile, petting the back of your head before it was guided back to swallow him whole this time. Your mouth stretched wide the more he pushed you, burying the remnants of your humored-self into the pit of your throat with the ample of his throbbing erection. Your hands held around his thighs to brace for the oncoming gags and Steve does the same around your head, threading his fingers into your hair with a strong grip as he pushed, and pushed, and pushed, until tears brimmed the highlights of your eyes.

“Holy shit—“ Steve was enamored by the feeling of stuffing you whole. The confines of your mouth and throat restricted the blood flow around him, yet he couldn’t have felt himself pulsate more, stiffen harder in between your godly gags and whimpers. The scratches at his thighs was a telling sign for him to pull you back, and so he does in what felt like slow motion. His cock unsheathed out of your throat like a sleeve, unraveling a spell of gasps and bubbling moans in midst. 

“You did so good, baby… fuck.” Cupping your cheek, he briefly bent down to meet you in the middle of his gratification, kissing you proud and golden on your breathless smile before he tore himself away to spit inside of your mouth and submerging his saliva down your mouth with his cock again. Despite the sting in your eyes and throat, you were compliant to his every move and welcomed the sheathing of his wet flesh in prideful determination.

Steve’s hands had moved to either sides of your head, where he had complete control of every bone and muscle of your neck, and the desire to fuck your tight mouth had become a victorious reality. Your lips pressed into his unkempt hairs when he forced you down again, tasting the sweat that had been harbored within the strands. 

From then on, your gags had only become motivation as he rode the rhythm of your delectable sounds with sharp and eager thrusts. Gasps and coughs stuck to the slick of your throat while Steve’s cock fucked them down in repetitive and selfish strides. Your head moved from the guidance of Steve’s hold, meeting the bow of your head with a forward thrust and ramming into the back of your throat while you spilled sheltered saliva—thick and bubbly in its journey to form a puddle on the floor. He repeated after barely giving you enough time to catch your breath, choking and fucking your mouth with his cock while you writhed on your knees in intimidation. 

Steve sheltered you close, curling his body over you as a satisfied moan added to the thick air when he shoved your head deep in between his legs, keeping you still in midst of your squirms. Whenever you tried to pull back, Steve only thrusted and pushed you further into your struggle for freedom. He drowned you in your own saliva, locked you of your only source of oxygen as your nose pressed deep into his pelvis, and gagged you to the point of leaving scars on his thighs as your fingers curled into his flesh, desperate for a whisper of air to breathe back into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You finally get your wish when he yanked you back, and you inhaled with a slobbering gasp, coughing out the oxygen that he had buried from within you.

Throughout all of this, you gazed beautifully up to him, Steve thought. From the highlights of the whites to the color of your orbs, you glistened like nature past dew point, and his chest swelled in agreement. His heart pulsed faster than the rhythmic sucks and strokes of your mouth and hand as you’ve gone back to sucking him, fisting him into your mouth as your mouth began aching from deep-throating, breath recovering from being face-fucked. It was a curse that you put on him, where he closed his eyes to the merit of your tongue and couldn’t bear to look at you again because if he did, he knew he could come all over your face right then and there.

“Close—fuck.” His shoulders rolled back and one hand pushed the sweat off his forehead back into the fluff of his hair, while the other maintained on your head, keeping you in close proximity.

“Fuck, Steve…” You sniffled, desperately tasting the salt off the tip of his cock while you snapped your wrist back and forth in jerking him off. Your free hand ran over his stomach, then down his flexed thighs, and you squeezed to remind him that he was spellbound under your touch. His gaze casted downwards to meet yours once again, and he nodded as if he understood. 

The pressure on the back of your head hardened, but it was your own will that had you slobbering all over him again. You took him his cock back in with desperation, the memory of how salty he had tasted days prior fortifying your delirious state of mind. You sucked Steve off, swallowed him whole, fucked him into your fist, then into your mouth, and it would repeat until he nested his hand into your hair, tightly curling them into a fist as he came undone into your mouth.

“Fuck—“

Steve’s cock pulsed in heavy bounces and his balls bounced in its drain as he emptied himself inside of you. Warm and thick seed accompanied the fill of your mouth, and your hand reached down to massage his sack, aiding the scrotum to dump the remaining few shots into the pool of cum. Slowly, you pulled back with your lips pressed tight in caution of wasting the fresh fluid, and you swallowed slow and proud, savoring every gulp that ran down your violated throat as if it the cure to the sore. He watched you, panting heavily, and his cleansed cock twitched as you quenched upon his energy for the day. 

“You don't have to swallow it al—“ Before he could finish his question, you stuck your tongue out to reveal the abyss of your mouth, and the limp of his cock roused with one more throb before finally hanging low in between his legs. Steve was left astonished, and there was a flicker in his eyes before he helped you back on your feet. “Come here, I need to kiss you right now.”

A laugh was caught in between your lips when Steve kissed you with a familiar sweetness that always rattled the butterflies in your stomach. He pulled you close to pacify the flutter of their wings, and sighed into you before a hand gently caressed the middle of your throat. “Did I go too hard?”

“I would’ve said something if you did, Steve.” You’d come to realize that it always took more than a smile and comforting words to appease his guilt, and so you pressed fleeting pecks to the center of his lips, then began massaging the sensitive fill of his cock in slow turns. “I mean, if you want, we can go for round two right now and—“

“Okay, okay.” He pressed a laugh into your lips and leaned his forehead onto yours for the moment you two shared a gaze. Looking into you, it dismantled all of his worries, as it did for you, and it was only when the cold bit at his naked body that roused him from the daze.

“I should probably put my clothes back on.”

“Dude, are you saying that isn’t your uniform?” You gasped. 

“Dude,” He took you by the back of your head again and kissed you once, grinning. “Shut up.”

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Burning

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader Word Count: 7.7k Warnings: NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, slight hair pulling, aftercare, praise kink, daddy kink, dom!Steve, sub!reader, swearing... A/N: You cannot tell me Steve is not pent up 24/7. That man needs a break. Anyway, enjoy this filth. <3

"Just this once? I mean, I always take 'em, anyway." Steve was desperate as he clutched the phone in his hand, his fingers curling tightly around the handle while he tapped his foot. You could hear it in his voice, you were ready to resign with a long sigh as you grabbed your thick black marker and wiped out the huge bold letters reading "FREE DAY" on your calendar.

Nevertheless, this was Steve and you lived to torment him. "Why should I?" you raised a brow. "What's in it for me?"

He shrugged, scowling a little as his brows knitted tightly together. "Er—because we're best friends, and you love me?"

You unsuccessfully fought off the blush on your cheeks and could not fight the palpitations in your chest at his choice of words. Love. Alas, you just sighed dramatically and rolled your eyes, as if he could see you. He could sense your lack of cooperation through your heavy exhale—despite the fact that you've already silently agreed to his plea.

He raised his hand to his face, rubbing at his eyes and pursuing his lips. "I'll pay you."

"Pay me what?"

"Money."

"Great, be there in ten."

The line went dead, and Steve rolled his eyes as he set the phone back on the receiver. He let out a relieved sigh, which was interrupted by a curly-haired boy staring up at him expectantly, arms crossed and brow raised.

"Are we leaving anytime soon?" Dustin asked, tapping his foot and checking his watch as if he was some important celebrity who was late for a big function. Steve rolled his eyes, yet again, and placed his large hand over Dustin's face, lightly shoving the boy to the side as he began walking away.

"Calm your tits, Henderson. Your taxi will be here in ten," he said.

Dustin walked after him, confusion written on his face as they joined the rest of his friends in the living room. "Taxi?" he exclaimed. "I thought you were taking us to the arcade like you promised!"

"Wait, we're not going anymore?" Mike questioned. "But we made a deal. You were going to take us to the arcade if we gave you next weekend off."

Steve huffed, "Look, something came up."

Lucas crossed his arms over his chest, "So you're sticking us with a taxi? What if we get kidnapped?" The others were quick to agree to his ridiculous scenario. If Steve rolled his eyes again, they'd get stuck at the back of his skull.

"Then I'd feel sorry for them," he muttered under his breath. He spoke again quickly before they could show their offense at his insult. "You're still going to the arcade, I'm just not taking you. And you won't be kidnapped, Y/N's takin' you."

They all looked at each other, exchanging glances to decide if they were okay with that. They shrugged and agreed to behave when Steve gave them That Look and a threat for if they acted like "a bunch of little rats" with you. With promises of being well-behaved and quick waves, they watched as your car eventually pulled up to the curb. You honked your horn excessively, annoying the neighbors and riling up the dogs in other houses and yards.

They rushed out of the door with Steve in tow. His hands were on his hips, exuding a level of sass that naturally came with the tight mom jeans. He got to your window and bent down to see you. You were wearing one of his jackets, one that you insisted you "borrowed" even though he hasn't had that jacket back in months. He didn't mind. It looked better on you anyway.

"Thank you for taking them," he said. He silently cursed himself when his eyes drifted down to your thighs. Bare and perfectly displayed by your tiny shorts. His tight pants felt tighter. "Something came up."

Your eyes raked over him. He was slightly flushed, his hair more tousled than usual, like he'd been running his hands through it too many times. The kids must have really gotten on his nerves today. "Yeah, whatever. What were you busy with?" you wondered, leaning over the center console to peer up at him. You noticed his eyes were darker than usual, bigger, blacker pupils staring down at you and chasing the caramel color from his eyes.

He stuttered for a moment, "Uh, work. Paper work. Had to get it done today." You were about to say something else—likely disprove his claim—but he spoke before you could. "Speaking of which, I should get started on that. Thanks again. I'll pay you later."

You rolled your eyes and chuckled at him, "Whatever you say, Stewie. Bye, bye. Put your seatbelts on, rats."

Dustin was getting impatient. "They're on. Now go before someone beats the high score. I've been working on that game for weeks!" You laughed at him and waved to Steve as he backed away from the car. You sent him a peace sign as you pulled out of his driveway.

Steve waited until you were out of sight to turn around and head back into the empty house. It was silent now, save for his footsteps as he made his way to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge. Upon opening the refrigerator, he was met with the consequences of not paying attention to where you store things.

A jar from the shelf came tumbling out, crashing to the floor and shattering. He was lucky to move out of the way before his feet could be caught in the aftermath. "Shit!" he exclaimed, roughly closing the door shut and adding another string of curses as he moved to clean up the mess. First, he couldn't find a clean towel. Then he couldn't find the spray to clean up the incident. Then he knocked off a glass of juice from the counter that one of the boys must have left. Upon trying to save it, he got juice all over his shirt and pants.

His frustration was rising within him. If another thing happened, he was going to be pissed beyond imagination. When he finally cleaned up the chaos of his clumsiness, he moved up the stairs to get to the bathroom for a shower. He was sticky, and there were traces of sauce on his skin that he didn't want to smell all day.

The shower was much needed. Standing underneath the hot water, near scorching, was more relaxing than he originally thought. His pent up muscles relaxed a little more, releasing tension he was unaware he was holding. The burning of his skin was enough to distract him from the burning desire he had been holding back for way too long now.

When he got out of the shower and was met with the cooler temps of the house, the tension was not as released as it had been before. His muscles were taut again and his skin was blazing with need. He stepped into his room with his towel wrapped around his waist, sitting on his bed to dry himself off.

He moved to his windows to close the blinds, casting his room into a slight shadow. As he wiped the water off the rest of his body, quickly drying off his hair, he let out a long breath.

Steve knelt in front of his bed, lifting the top mattress and reaching for the magazines stuffed underneath. It was a small selection, but it was the best he could get. He threw himself onto his bed, holding the well-loved copies of Playboy magazines in his hands before selecting his favorite. He let the others fall to the ground beside the bed. Finally, he was alone and without another task to keep him from relieving himself.

When Dustin and his friends showed up at his front door, it was like a punch to the face. He thought he'd had all day to himself, completely forgetting his deal to take them to the arcade to watch them win the high scores they were so insistent on keeping. He'd hardly been able to keep himself together the day before. He had no choice but to call you, lest he combust spontaneously and disappear off the face of the planet. It didn't help when you showed up in front of his house wearing his jacket and those tiny fucking shorts. He was so sure he was a goner as soon as he saw them.

You didn't help him much yesterday either. You'd dragged him to go grocery shopping with you. You were wearing one of his shirts and a pair of ripped jeans that honestly should have been in the trash. The holes were massive, one leg exposed a giant patch of skin at the top of your thigh. He spent so much energy during the car ride back to your place trying not to just reach over and grasp your thigh. It was practically calling him.

To make matters worse—although, he didn't know they could get worse—you took off the shirt as soon as you got home, in front of him, and were left in a spaghetti strapped tank top that left nothing to the imagination. He was dying all night as you laid your head on his thigh during an abnormally long movie—or, at least, it felt really long. It might not have been as long as he thought.

He flipped open the magazine to his favorite page. There was a woman on that page that had enough similarities with you to drive him insane. He fought the shame that was rising within him as he thought about the fact that he had these magazines in the first place. It was worse to know that he was staring at a page he liked so much because the lady looked like you. He was jacking off to the thought of his best friend, and it was a secret he intended to take to his grave.

He took his heavy cock in his hand and felt a groan rising in his throat. His head fell back against his pillows, his leg twitched. He cursed under his breath, reaching for the lotion in his drawer beside the bed. He pumped some into his hand and set off the work, wrapping his fingers around himself with a slight squeeze as he worked his fist over his throbbing length.

Shit, that was better. His heart was pounding in his chest as he stared at the page, at the woman who held enough resemblance to you that his cock twitched in his fist and his cheeks burned to match his burning lust for you. He meant to take his time to enjoy the free time he had, but it was hard when he was so pent up.

So pent up, it seems, that he couldn't hear the front door opening over the sound of his gasps and groans.

You opened Steve's door with little mind, pocketing your Walkman as the climax of Frank Sinatra's My Way played through your headphones. You dug in Steve's fridge, grabbing water from one of the shelves and ignoring the sauce smudged on the inside shelves. You turned on your heel, making a beeline for Steve's room as you kicked off your shoes in the hall.

You took the kids to the arcade and dropped them off. They'd begged you to stay and watch them win a ton of games, but you insisted that you had to go because you had errands to run. In truth, you were going to go back to your place and unwind. It had been a long week, and you were ready for a breather.

But then Steve called, and you could never say no to him. You were coming to collect your dues, and to see his pretty face (and maybe take another shirt), before you went home and locked all your doors, ready to deny any company at the drop of a hat. As you walked down the hall toward his room, your headphones prevented your only warning.

You opened his door, moving the headphones from your ears as you began speaking, "Pay up, Stew–"

You froze. He froze. He shouldn't have frozen. He was lying on his bed with his fist still wrapped tightly around his cock. He was hard, and he was thick, and you looked. Then you didn't look away. You couldn't. You just walked into your best friend's room to find him jacking off. Granted, it's not the first time you've caught him, but it is the first time you've caught him in such a compromising position. It's the first time you've actually seen him.

It was a lot to take in.

The sense smacked you in the face after far too long a delay and you turned around and ducked your head, covering your face with a loud, "Jesus fucking Christ, Steven!"

That got him moving. He quickly threw the magazine as far away from him as he could, snatching his pillow and covering himself. He leaned forward, running his hand through his hair too many times before gripping his hair and pulling his head forward to shield himself from you.

There was a long silence between the two of you as your faces burned hot with embarrassment. If the both of you weren't already horny little fuckers, you definitely were now. And that made all of this so much worse.

"Is it safe?" you asked, your voice small and breaking. You cursed yourself, both for your weak voice and the burn between your thighs.

"Ye–" he cleared his throat, "Yeah. Yeah, you can turn around." You did, very slowly on shaky thighs.

You peaked through your fingers before gathering yourself and straightening your spine. You let out a sigh and looked anywhere but him, clasping your hands in front of you and rocking on your heels. When the silence grew too thick, you attempted a joke. "Need some help?" You should not have attempted a joke.

Steve sunk deeper into his shame, face still covered with his hands. You sunk into your own embarrassment and shook your head after scowling at yourself. "Yeah, I'm gonna go." You had to leave. If you stayed any longer, you would be in deep shit. You were too horny and embarrassed to be around Steve any longer.

But he had other plans, it seems. "Wait!" he called you back. You lingered by the door and made yourself look at him, just as he made himself look at you. "Wait, come back."

You took a step inside of the room but did not move any further. "Yeah?"

He let out a long sigh and made to get closer before quickly rethinking that decision. "I'm sorry," he said. "This is weird, that was weird. I mean, you could have knocked but you've never knocked before so–"

"My fault," you said. "Yeah, my bad."

There was another long silence as you tried to recover. You were slowly remembering your position as his best friend—able to tease him about whatever, whenever you want—and smile a little. "Is that why you called me to take those idiots?" you spoke slowly, trying to sound unphased (even if it was clear that you were entirely phased). "Whore." You added the last word as an afterthought. It wasn't as smooth as you'd hoped.

But he did laugh a little, turning away with a slight nod and scarlet cheeks. "Maybe...yeah. Been a long week."

Well, damn.

You spoke before you could stop yourself.

"Me, too."

Fuck.

"What?" he wondered, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Oh, I mean—uh. You know, long week for me, too. I—don't worry about it." He would absolutely worry about it—tease you about it. He suddenly forgot that he was the one caught redhanded, the one still currently naked with no armor other than a fucking pillow over his crotch.

"What, were you all horny, too?" he quipped, raising a brow with a teasing smirk. "Slut?" It was a mockery of your own attempt before, and it made you laugh. So he was challenging your own teasing? Two could play that game, but only one could win.

"Maybe," you spoke. You spoke quicker than your mind could stop you. "Was my original plan for the day. Then you called, and I canceled for you so you could jack off, horny freak."

"I–"

You both stopped, and it was awkward again. Silence. Then he spoke. "You canceled to do me a favor?"

You licked your lips, shrugging as you played with your fingers. "When have I ever said no to you, Stew–" you cleared your throat, "Steve?"

He chuckled lightly, and the tension eased again. You tested the waters, "I mean, you were practically begging me." And again, Steve's cheeks blushed the darkest red you'd ever seen. He glanced away from you and swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair.

Your eyes widened, "I meant over the phone– you were thinking about me?"

He hid his face in his hands again, only for a moment. You wanted to tease him again, but a thought flashed behind your eyes that immediately silenced you. Him stroking himself while he thought about you, saying your name. The huge part of you that loved Steve so much it made you crazy was screaming right now, and you had to reign yourself in before you showed it too much.

You shuffled on your feet, looking down at the ground as you thought to yourself. You spoke again, your voice tiny as you managed to get the words out. "You were thinking about me?"

Steve looked at you, the change in demeanor catching his attention as he watched you avoid his gaze. A swell of courage and the heat of his love for you compelled him to speak, his voice just as small. "Yeah..."

His confession was enough to allow you to step into his room some more, just a few tiny steps. You cleared your throat a little, willing yourself to meet his gaze. His face was flushed and his eyes were dark. His hair was tousled, and his lips looked like they needed a kiss.

"What were you thinking about?"

Somehow, it didn't feel nearly as awkward as it had before. Steve didn't blush deeper or hide away again. His eyes remained glued to you, and his fists gripped the sheets out of view. "Just...you. Touching me, kissing me."

You moved closer again, rubbing your arm and holding your elbow in your palm as your heart pounded loudly in your chest. "Fucking you?" Steve swallowed and nodded. God, you were on fire. Was it just you? Was it not sweltering hot in the room? "Do you think about it a lot?"

"Do you?"

You licked your lips. "Yeah," you mumbled. "Every night." He was going to scream. "Last night." He was going to explode. "Right now." He was going to burn up and die.

"Right now?" he asked, licking his lips. You nodded, shifting again as you took another small step forward. He swallowed. "Describe it for me." It wasn't really a question, as it was a request. Before you knew it, you were standing at the side of his bed, all embarrassment gone and replaced with images of Steve's lips on you (at least).

You sat down onto the tiny space his bed allowed, tentatively raising your hand to his arm to feel his blazing skin. You grabbed the inside of his forearm, stroking your thumb over the skin slowly. "Can I..." you trailed off, taking in a breath. "Can I show you?"

He almost choked. Was this happening? Were you actually asking to show him your dirty fantasies? Or was this all in his head? If this was all in his head, the shame of it all would slap him in the face pretty soon.

He nodded slowly. "Yeah," he said, placing a hand on your waist. You stared at his pretty face some more, addicted to being this close to him. You raised a hand to press against his bare chest, which was really hairy (as if you didn't already know that). You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, a soft one at first as he raised his hand to cup your cheek. You melted against him, allowing the pleasure of his kiss to lull you. It was even better than you imagined, better than anything you could have ever imagined.

His lips locked against your own, and he held you close. You sighed against his mouth, leaning into him with bated breath. You steadied yourself onto the bed, throwing your leg over his lap as you deepened the burning kiss. Your hands moved to tangle in his hair, one of them pulling on his brunet locks lightly as he opened up to let you in. You trailed your hand down his chest, tickling his skin with your fingertips as it traveled through his chest chair and down to his abdomen.

The pillow stopped you, and you moved to take it out of the way. He grabbed your hand, pulling away from your kiss to focus his eyes on your lips and your gaze. His breath was short, unsteady as he stared at you. You were both so close to each other now. You could feel his hot breath on your face, fanning over your skin teasingly.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice quiet but not as small as it was before. You licked your lips and nodded, breathing "yes" before pushing forward to kiss him again. He let go of your hand in favor of holding your waist. He pulled your body flush against his, sitting back so you could lay against him as he kissed you.

You successfully moved the pillow out of the way, still kissing him feverishly as your hand lingered against his lower belly. When your fingers brushed against him, he hissed, pulling back from your lips again. You buried your face in his neck, slotting your lips against his skin there to pepper him in kisses. You grabbed his cock slowly in your hand, stroking your thumb over his slit where slick precum had already been leaking out.

Steve huffed against your touch. You sucked on a patch of skin under his ear, and his huff turned into a broken moan. His cock was thick, throbbing in your hand as you wrapped your fingers around him. His pants never did him justice. He moaned your name into your ear, and your clit throbbed at the sound of it. You stroked your hand along his cock as you finished biting and sucking your mark into his neck. His big hands held onto your waist and kept you close through it all, his own mouth dragging along your neck and tasting your skin.

You pulled away after a moment, staring at him with dark eyes as he reflected the lust in your gaze. You moved back onto your knees, never tearing your gaze away from him as you continued stroking him. Then you let go of him to pull your shirt over your head, exposing your bare chest to him. Steve nearly pounced, eager to have his hands all over you.

He drunkenly stared at you before he leaned forward. You placed your hand on his chest to keep him laying back. You leaned forward against him instead, pressing your lips to his collarbone. He reached for your thighs, finally pressing his palms against the skin there just to feel you. He could feel the quiver in your thighs as you trailed your kisses down his body. When you were laying before him, propped up on your elbows as you looked up at him, Steve lost his breath. You were gorgeous.

You stroked him again, your eyes gluing to his thick cock as you practically salivated. His tip was flushed red, it almost looked painful. He was huge, a lot bigger than you would have guessed. You took his length in your hand and stroked him a couple times more before leaning forward and dragging your tongue along the underside of him. Steve's head fell back as his eyes screwed shut, breath caught in his throat.

When you reached his tip, you tasted the precum gathered there and moaned. You swirled your tongue around him, suckling gently as you went along. Steve was losing his mind, staring at you with a dark gaze as you sucked him off.

He must be dreaming. There's no way you were actually doing this to him, here in his room with your lips wrapped around his cock. This had to be some glorious, sick dream that proves Steve needs help.

But it wasn't. Not even his own imagination could make him feel as good as you were right now. You flattened your tongue against him, going farther down his length with each little suckle around his tip. White, sticky precum continued to seep from his slit onto your tongue. You were already drunk on the taste of him, sucking on him as you took him as best you could. But he was thick, and there was a lot of him.

You took him down your throat soon enough, eyes watering and legs trembling. As soon as you did, Steve's hands moved to your hair, tangling there to ground himself as your tight throat squeezed around him. You couldn't take him all, there was too much of him. He didn't seem to mind. Steve was on Cloud Nine watching you take him.

He was going to burst soon. Between his own work before your interruption and your talented tongue working him now, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. You felt him twitching in your throat and pulled off of him just enough to lick along his shaft again. He was close, you could feel it.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned. You let out a long breath, breaking off into a moan as the words fell from his tongue. You played it over and over again in your head as he relished in the pleasure you granted him. "That's so good," he breathed. "Keep going."

And you did. Spurred on by his praise, you sucked him off until he was fighting the urge to fuck your face. He cursed breathlessly, hands tightening in your hair as you worked him into your mouth.

"Sshit," was the only warning he could manage when he finally tipped over the edge. He yanked on your hair to pull your head back as he came. You held your mouth open, closing your eyes as he released. His cum stained your face, decorating your lips, your tongue, and your pretty cheeks. Steve's body tensed and he groaned roughly as thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock and all over your face and some along your throat and chest. When he looked at you, he swore he could've come again as he was met with the sight of you.

He watched you lick your lips to gather as much of it as you can. He'd really made a mess of you, watching you wipe cum from yourself to taste with long moans. He pulled you up in no time, indulging in your lips as he kissed you hungrily. He could taste his cum on your tongue, could feel some of the hot release against his own face as you climbed into his lap.

He held you closely by your waist, relishing in the feel of you. His hands gripped your ass through your tiny shorts as he chased your lips. You giggle against his mouth, loving the way he breathed his desire into you. He wrapped one arm around your back to hold you close, using the other to support you both as he moved you into your back. He towered over you, pressing kisses all over your face and collecting the cum still stained there. He kissed it all up, stopping to admire your throat and chest for a moment as he stared.

He shook his head, dark eyes boring into your breasts as he ran his hands over your nipples—sensitive and all but peaked. "I wanna fuck your tits so bad," he confessed, groping you suddenly.

You gasped at both his hand around you and his confession. You didn't have time to say anything about it, though, because he continued his adventure down your body with hungry kisses. When he reached your shorts, he pulled them off with little care to take his time. He needed you now.

Steve didn't know if he should be shocked to find you without panties or to make a mental note to punish you later for it (he's hoping to God he has the chance to). He just looked up at you and tsked, shaking his head at you and making you laugh again.

Then he dove in. Your back arched and you gasped immediately, blinded by the pleasure of his lips on you as he licked and sucked on your pussy. His tongue glided through your folds hungrily. He licked up your juices and sucked on your clit like you were his last meal on death row. His tongue plunged inside of you, addicted to your taste as he moaned and hummed against you.

You were going to lose your mind. Your head was spinning and your body was on fire. It was mind-numbing to have his mouth devouring you like this after pining over him for so long, on top of being so pent up these past few days. You needed this more than you realized, and Steve was the perfect person to fill that hole with—to fill your hole with.

Your lips parted for air and moans as your fingers twisted in his hair, gripping and tugging hopelessly. "Mm, Steve!" you gasped. "Fuck, yes!"

He separated from you for a moment to look at you, replacing his tongue with two thick fingers as he stuffed you with them, curling and pumping and spreading them inside you. His lips were kiss-swollen and wet from spit and arousal as he stared at you with dark, primal eyes. A particular curl of his fingers at you lifting off the bed as you whined at him.

"S'that feel good?" he asked, pressing his fingers as deep as they'll go as he fucked you with them. "You like the way I take care of you? You like the way Daddy takes care of you?"

That made you clenched around him, moaning a little louder at the feelings coursing through your veins. It was like fire in your blood. "Yeah?" he questioned. "You want me to make you come?" You nodded. He smiled at you but shook his head. "No, doll, you gotta use your words."

You whimpered, "Yes! Mmph—yes, Daddy. I want you to make me come."

He smiled at you, this dark look that you had never seen on your Steve. "Good girl," he praised, pulling another moan from your squirming body. He buried his face between your legs again, not caring for even a moment when you closed your legs around his head, your thighs squeezing him to pull him closer.

His tongue flicks at your clit and drives you insane, worse when he sucks in it. It was not before you were begging him to let you come, and he didn't deny you. "Come on, baby. Let go for me. Let me taste you."

And you did, you came with a shout. Your body writhed and spasmed around his tongue when you did. His hot tongue lapped against you, dipping inside of you to collect everything you gave to him. He pulled away from you with a loud smack, sitting back on his legs to take a look at you. You looked so pretty, lying on your back with trembling thighs, your tits on full display for him as he dared to reach out and grope them again.

Staring at you, the overwhelming urge to bury himself inside of you and take you as his was too much to say no to. His hands stroked along your thighs, pulling you close for the sake of being close as he bent over your body to kiss you senseless again.

Your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close as his lips slotted perfectly against yours. When he pulled away long enough to ask, his hand came to rest on your collarbone as he spoke. "Can I fuck you, sweetheart?"

His voice was a beautiful mix between desperation and adoration. You wanted to kiss him senseless again, wanted to attack his face with kisses and make him cum again to show him just how much you fucking loved him.

Instead, you just nodded all too quickly as you pulled him into a quick kiss. "Please," you mewled. "Yes, please fuck me."

He beamed at you, showering you in more kisses before he straightened his spine again. He took his cock in his hand, stroking a couple of times with a small hiss before he lined himself with your hole. He gave you another long look, a second confirmation that you quickly nodded to, before he finally—fucking finally—pressed himself into you.

Your eyes screwed shut and you threw your head back, back arching up into the air to expose your tits to him. Steve sighed as the tip of him was enveloped in the warmth of your wet pussy. He pressed himself a little deeper inside, slowly filling you up until you were sure you couldn't take anymore, and then you did. His pace moving inside of you was agony as he stretched you like a rubber band around a fucking watermelon.

When he was buried enough inside of you, he paused and stayed there to allow you time to adjust. You took it graciously, nothing heavy breaths and shallow whines escaping from you as you stretched around him. He let out a heavy breath, looking down at you with a focused stare. "You're so fucking tight, babe," he told you, straining to control himself as you clenched around him.

Your lips twitched to say something, but you were left without words as he slowly moved to pull out of you. He stopped at the tip before pushing back inside, not quite fully seated inside of you as he slowly built enough a steady pace. It was slow and gentle and you were going to scream.

You wanted him to take you like you knew he was itching to. You needed him to fuck you just like he wanted kiss you: senseless.

"Please, Daddy," you whispered, just barely getting the words out enough to speak clearly. "More. I need more."

He shook his head regrettably, leaning forward again to press his lips to your forehead. "Can't take me like that," he said. "It's too much for you."

He didn't mean it in a cocky way, there was real concern in his eyes as he continued to slowly rock into your swollen pussy. He was trying to be steady for you, to make sure you enjoyed him as much as he was enjoying you without hurting you. He'd been with plenty of girls before, and he learned that bigger wasn't always better.

His body was heavy on top of you, granting you the pressure you needed to stay grounded as you wrapped your legs around him. "I can take it," you promised. "I can do it."

He shook his head still but smiled at your effort. He brushed some hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear and kissing the bridge of your nose gently. "Don't wanna hurt you."

You took his face in your hands, surprising him as you pressed your foreheads together. Your thumbs stroked over his cheeks. "Destroy me, Stewie."

The use of your stupid nickname for him and the seriousness in your tone mixed together to convince Steve. It worked. He smiled at you and kissed your lips, long and soft, like an apology before the crime. He straightened his spine and gripped your waist tightly. He sighed, "You asked for it."

He pressed himself all the way inside you then, the last couple of inches sinking inside of you and completely stretching you, filling you to the brim. You were speechless, breathless, as you relished in the burn. You buried your face in the sheets next to your head, gripping them tightly as you clawed your fingers. When Steve pulled out to the tip again, he pressed one hand to your lower belly before he thrust into you.

You screamed, breath caught in your throat and stuck there after the sudden yelp tore from your throat. Your body, once again, was lit aflame. His thrusts were no longer slow as he fulfilled your request. He stretched you, fucked inside of you as he wasted no more time in letting you adjust. He buried his cock inside of your tight pussy, clenching his jaw and watching you with dark eyes as you struggled to keep up.

Your clit throbbed, your walls screamed, and you moaned like a bitch in heat. The pleasure filled you up like nothing you'd felt before. You could never do this to yourself, and you'd never found a partner who could do it to you. Steve was the first, and you hoped you never had to compare with a future partner. You wanted Steve. You wanted no one but Steve.

He pressed his palm to your belly still, feeling his cock thrusting in and out of you, stretching you out. "Fuck, baby," he breathed, half-growling. "You're taking Daddy so well. You make me feel so good, sweetheart." His words mixed in with your pleasure and you knew you were going to explode. He cursed a string of words that filled your ears and turned it to putty. "Shit, I love this pussy so fucking much. S'perfect for me. Fucking made for me."

Your rough moans filled his ears like music, climbing in volume and pitch like a ring of bells. "Yes!" you all but screamed, barely coherent. "Yes, Daddy, feels so good. Was made for you, only you."

His cock dragged in and out of you in the most delicious way, gathering a euphoria you could never replicate without him. He was so thick, so big, he was perfect. He grunted into your ear as he leaned forward again, his face inches from your own as his nose brushed against you. He practically growled into your ear, voice rough with pleasure as he spoke. "Gonna fucking ruin you for anybody else. You're fucking mine now. No one else can have you."

There were tears gathering in the corner of your eyes as you raised your hands to his tousled hair, gripping his locks again as you tugged on them once more. The possessiveness was going to make you burn up, you loved it. You spoke through the haze of senseless ecstasy, shaking your head. "Don't want anyone else. Want you, only you."

You wouldn't last, not with the way he fucked you, the way he looked at you, the way he held you like you would disappear otherwise. It was too much and not enough. Fuck, you couldn't think. Your mind was blank with nothing else but Steve, Steve, Steve.

A high-pitched whimper erupted from your throat as you arched into him again. "Gonna cum. Needa cum. Daddy, please, let me cum!"

How could he ever say no to you? Not when you looked so pretty, when you asked so nicely. He held you closer, allowing him a new angle to ram deeper within you. You responded with another broken moan. He moved one hand between you, his thumb begging to rub harsh circles over your clit as your body burned for him. "You can cum, sweetheart," he breathed. "Fuck, cum on Daddy's cock, baby. It'll make me feel so good. Cum for me."

The coil inside you snapped, and you came hard. The sound that left you could not be described as anything but a screaming cry, a broken sound accompanying your constricting pussy as your release blinded you with a vicious white flash. Steve didn't stop fucking you through your orgasm, he didn't stop rubbing on your poor clit as he took you for himself.

There was no moment's rest, not a single one as his cock speared into you, ripped you apart from the inside out with a blinding euphoria. He certainly was set on thoroughly ruining you for anyone else. There was no way you could ever begin to move on after this. You would be stuck on Steve until you died and then long after that, as well.

You squirmed against his thumb on your clit until the ruthless aching turned into desperate pleasure again. Your slick release allowed him more pace as he slipped in and out of you almost cruelly. Fuck, you would cum again in no time of he told you to. This man held a power over you that you could never deny.

You held onto him like he would slip away at a moment's notice as he continued to fuck into you. You clenched and moaned as your pleasure tears streamed down your cheeks.

He was going to cum soon, you could feel it. He rutted so desperately into you, his thrusts becoming sloppy and short as he just pressed himself as far as he would go and abused that perfect spot deep inside of you. "Fuck," he gasped. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Daddy's gonna cum. Can I cum inside of you, baby?"

You nodded all too quickly. "Yes," you breathed. "Please, yes."

He was twitching inside you, ready to burst as you constricted around him. "Cum with me, okay? Want you to cum with me, sweetheart," he said.

You tightened the grasp of your legs around him to push him deeper, digging your heels into his lower back without a single care from either of you. He couldn't stop himself as his eyes closed tightly and his mouth started moving. "Jesus, Daddy loves you, sweetheart. Shit, he loves you so mu– Ah!"

He didn't get to finish the word, interrupted by a shout as he finally came. His hips stuttered and your bodies pressed closely together as he came as deeply inside of you as he could. You followed right after, allowing the mind-numbing, heart-stopping pleasure to overtake you. You were so tiny underneath him as he huffed and moaned on top of you.

You were fairly certain you blacked out for a second, coming to when Steve's insistent kisses peppered all over your face again. You both had to catch your breaths, too wrapped up in the other to worry about anything but getting your breathing even before you passed out. You stayed like that for a moment, relishing in the feeling of his thick cock filling you up, stopping your mix of cum from leaking out of you like it meant to do.

When Steve pulled out of you, the dreadful feeling of emptiness began to seep into your bones and you missed him already. He continued to shower you in kisses before he pulled back to see the flow of cum dripping onto his sheets. You wanted to apologize, but you had a feeling he didn't care much.

You laid limp on the sheets, eyes droopy as your arms fell at either side of your head. Steve sat up, stretching out his limbs before he moved to stand to his feet. He disappeared from the room, and you whined weakly. It took a lot of energy to conjure up the sound from somewhere in your throat. He returned soon enough, chuckling at you as he shook his head, a damp cloth in his hand. "I'm right here, needy."

You watched him return to you, his hair falling over his forehead, his pretty lips plump and pink. He walked over to you, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your lips. He started cleaning you up, your face, your chest, the stickiness between your thighs. He took care of you, discarding the rag on his drawer and scooping you up in his arms.

He set you back on the bed, your head on the pillows this time. He knelt by the bed, his fists stacked under his chin as he stared at you, watching you watch him with dopey grins on both your faces. "You need anything? Water? A snack? I've got plenty."

You laughed gently, reaching out to curl your fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp gently like a puppy. He melted against your touch, warmth filling his chest at the attention. You chuckled again, pressing your palm to his cheek and stroking your knuckles over the soft skin. "Just want you," you told him. "Come on, get in." You pat the empty space next to you, and he graciously listened.

He cuddled up behind you, his arms wrapping securely around your body. You turned to face him, scooting closer to press your face into his chest. It was quiet for a while as he traced patterns along your spine. You called his name gently, tapping his chest. He hummed, his chin placed atop your head.

"Did you mean it?"

He furrowed his brow and looked down at you. "Mean what?"

"When you said you loved me," you whispered. "Did you mean it?"

He let out a gentle breath, tucking his finger under your chin and lifting your head to look at him again. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your own, lingering there for a while before he pulled away. "Absolutely. I've always loved you."

You smiled, pulling your head from his hand and burying your face in his chest. You closed your eyes and let out a content breath, holding his close. "I love you, too, Stewie."

He laughed, a hearty laugh that rumbling in his chest. Fuck, he loves you so much. He stroked his hand along your back and nodded once. "That's good."

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Adventures in Babysitting Masterlist (ongoing)

Series Summary: As Dustin’s babysitter, you encounter the perils of the Upside Down as you try desperately to rid Hawkins of the evil lurking just below the surface. However, you’re not alone; you have the gaggle of kids as well as the one and only Steve Harrington by your side as you risk your lives attempting to solve the mysteries of your once quiet rural town | steve harrington x fem!reader (message me to be added to the taglist!)

Chapter summaries and links below the cut!

Part 1 - You haven’t been babysitting Dustin for very long. Underestimating his tendencies for rebellious behavior, you realize too late that he’s snuck out, with your dire search for the boy leading you to the last place you wanted to be: Steve Harrington’s house. | Word Count: 6.5k

Part 2 - With the events of last fall in the past, you attempt to move on, still working on your academics and babysitting Dustin. You and Steve have drifted since your encounter with the otherworldly, but he begins to make more active efforts to talk to you, making sure you have an invite to Tina’s big Halloween party. | Word Count: 6.3k

Part 3 - Billy is still hitting on you, Steve’s still mad, and Dustin’s still a pain in the ass to babysit. When he tells you and Steve that there’s a massive problem of upside down proportions, the two of you have no choice but to drop everything to help the boy, reprising your roles as badasses who eradicate the supernatural in Hawkins. | Word Count: 7.0k

Part 4 - Looking for Dart isn’t easy, but it gives you and Steve a lot of time to have a heart to heart, as you slowly start to realize your feelings for one another. | Word Count: 6.5k

Part 5 - The situation with the demogorgons gets increasingly more dire, leading you to the Byers’ house to wrangle four kids that can’t listen to save their lives (literally) while everyone tries desperately to save Will and the world. | Word Count: 8.9k

Part 6 - It’s summer, and you and Steve are working at Scoops Ahoy so that you can make money while Dustin is at summer camp. The lines between friends and something more continue to blur as your relationship with Steve gets more intimate, allowing doubt to creep in…and the Russians are invading Hawkins. | Word Count: 6.4k

Part 7 - You continue attempting to translate the code, commencing your operation to determine the nature of Russian involvement in Hawkins. Robin and Dustin continue their attempts to push the two of you together, tired of the mutual pining…oh and Erica has enough sass to probably take out an entire Russian army. | Word Count: 5.9k

Part 8 - Well, the five of you do get in that secret room, but the problem is you can’t quite find a way out. Tensions rise as you realize the gravity of the situation, the forced proximity revealing hard feelings between you and Steve. | Word Count: 7.2k

Part 9 - Held captive by the Russians, tensions rise and as you and Steve attempt to navigate communicating in a drugged up haze, your feelings for each other become even more apparent. | Word Count: 7.4k

Part 10 - The Russian invasion and the upside down begin to merge as you meet up with the rest of the crew. You are in the fight of your lives as you scramble to try to stop the monstrous creature from the upside down before it destroys you. | Word Count: 5.8k

Part 11 - Steve and you are finally officially dating, the kids are finally in high school and no longer need any sort of official babysitting, and life is overall pretty damn good. You try to push aside the unease settling in your chest, but how long can you ignore it before it manifests into something much worse than you could possibly imagine? | Word Count: 6.7k

Part 12 - The evil that you thought you had gotten rid of is still very much lurking within Hawkins. You, your boyfriend, and your friends race against time to try and find Eddie before it’s too late. | Word Count: 6.5k

Part 13 - As you all attempt to connect the dots of the gruesome murders occurring around your small but sinister town, secrets start to spill when Steve realizes you’ve been keeping things from him. | Word Count: 7.2k

Part 14 - Nancy and Robin take a shot in the dark and Steve tries to protect you from the supernatural. When the darkness comes to get you, will his love be enough to protect you? | Word Count: 6.0k

Part 15 - Racing against the clock, you and your friends desperately attempt to connect the dots before it’s too late. Your efforts bring both progress and peril as you and your boyfriend dive headfirst into life-threatening scenarios in order to save each other. | Word Count: 8.8k

Part 16 - For all your encounters with the Upside Down you hadn’t had to deal with it directly. Now, in a fight in foreign territory, you and your friends must struggle to find your way back to the Hawkins that you are familiar with. | Word Count: 9.7k

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Secret santa - send in a Christmas themed concept / prompt and a character, and i'll write a short fic for you. (Please specify whether you want the dynamic to be romantic or platonic)

EVA HI, HELLO, I DONT THINK I'VE EVER FORMALLY REQUESTED A FIC FROM YOU!?! BUT BUT BUT, i've been thinking about a steve x reader (romantic) where they're already in a relationship, and maybe he comes over to her place and she's already begun baking christmas cookies and she's lowkey a little bit of a mess but steve just finds it so so endearing and cute and it's just all so domestic fluff!! (i've been listening to new religion by the heydaze if u wanna use that for inspo too!!)

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The door was wide open when Steve got there, which worried him as he stepped over the threshold to your place. He could smell it all first, the warm scent of fresh baked goods wafting his way as he called out your name.

"Anybody home?" he shouts out to the warm house, windows flung wide in a similar way to the door.

"In here!" your call comes from the kitchen, Steve following your voice and the smell of cookies as he makes his way through your house. He's used to being here by now, and knows where everything is supposed to be as though he lives here himself. He doesn't, but he wants to.

"woah, that's a lot of flour." Steve's voice makes you turn, and he sees you mixing together what he can only guess to be a batch of cookie dough. Your cheeks are dusted with flour and spices, and your hair has pieces of red and green icing attached to it. It's truly the best thing Steve has ever seen.

"I'm baking." you say so matter-of-factly, as you place down the bowl on the counter, dusting off your hands.

"I can see that." Steve takes a step forward into the kitchen, minding his step as he leans in for a hello kiss. "Getting into the Christmas spirit?" the question has an obvious answer as Steve slides an arm around your waist. He brings a hand up to your cheek to wipe away some of the flour as you nod.

"I'm making Christmas cookies for the party—I thought they'd like it after everything."

"Are you getting any of the ingredients in the bowl?" Steve is grinning ear to ear, "Because it looks like you're decorating yourself more than these cookies."

You slap him lightly on the arm and move away to pick up your bowl again. You're ready to roll the batch of dough out and you turn the container upside down to dump the dough onto a tray. It makes a thumping sound, spraying more flour back up at you in protest. You swat it away with your free hand, eyes half closed.

"Hey, be careful. You don't want to make a mess." Steve says it as a joke, considering the disaster of a kitchen he's standing in right at that moment, and you turn to him with a half smile. You're still squinting, and Steve can only assume you've got something in your eye.

"C'mere," Steve steps up to help you, grabbing a cloth from the counter to wipe your face. You only laugh and try to push him away, but that doesn't stop Steve from wanting to help.

"Just let me get some of the icing out of your hair!" He's almost chasing you round the kitchen, hopelessly following you like a puppy.

"I'm fine, Steve." You've pulled out a large expanse of cookie cutters from a draw, and you heave them up onto the bench like they weigh more than you do.

"I know you're fine, and I love that you've turned yourself into the Pillsbury doughboy but can you just let me help?" He gives you the sweetest look, and he's so genuine that you can't help but nod.

"Fine, but we're not making star shaped cookies. They're not Christmassy enough."

"Understood." Steve can't help the grin that has crept onto his face, and he's so glad to know you. He's also glad that he's the one man with the pleasure of kissing you, so he does. He kisses you softly in the middle of the kitchen, and your lips really do taste like sugar, spice and everything nice.

I hope you like it Amber!

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[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

From Babysitter to Dad | Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: Steve becomes a dad. 

A/N: steve being a dad to all those 6 nuggets and always the god damn baby sitter, but this time he becomes a dad to his own little baby?? cuteness overload. Fluff ahead, I hope you guys enjoy. It’s a little something 

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Steve was always the babysitter, keeping track of 6 kids, their safety & whereabouts, all while monsters roamed nearby streets and the world coming to its end. He did it without one of them getting hurt, well almost did it. He was only one man. 

Well, that’s in the past and life goes on as normal in Hawkins. Those 6 little nuggets were grown and on their own and Steve couldn’t have been prouder. #prouddadmoment 

After they flew their nest and didn’t need a baby sitter anymore, Steve’s heart felt empty. He kept busy with work and become manager at Family Video, eventually making his way to their corporate office where he was head of H.R. He was doing well for himself. 

It wasn’t long after he met you. You two married, settled into a home in a culdesac of small Hawkins neighborhood. After living life as a married couple for a year, you two decided it was time to have kids. 

And here you are. Welcoming your first, a girl. Steve’s pride and joy. He was hesitant in holding her tiny bundled body at first, but was a pro. You handed him your little girl, pushing yourself off the couch with a wince, “I should go see what we can put together for dinner.” 

“hey hey,” He shook his head, “No ma’am. I got it.” 

“Steve, I cannot have pizza again tonight.” 

He smiles sheepishly, “okay fine. but i will help cook. You only have to tell me what to do!” He calls out after you. You wave him off as you enter the kitchen. 

The doorbell rings and you peek your head around the corner, “Who could that be?” 

He shrugs, tossing the burp rag over his shoulder, the sleeping baby in his arms stirring momentarily as he opens the door. Who is standing at the door is a surprise among itself. There standing on his doorstep is Dustin Henderson, dressed to impress with a suit and his hair styled like Steve had taught him. 

He grins at the sight, “Henderson!” 

Dustin flashes his pearl whites and Steve yanks him into a one armed hug, “You became a dad! Congratulations!” 

“Thanks man,” Steve motions to Dustin’s attire,“What’s with the suit?” 

Dustin pulls at his jacket, serious, “first impressions are important. I couldn’t meet the little lady in just anything.” Dustin has already noticed the bundle of joy in his arms, shaking with excitement. 

Steve moves aside, motioning him inside and shutting the door behind him. “if you drop her henderson, I will kill you.” He carefully hands over his little girl and places her in Dustin’s arm. 

“she’s so tiny..” He slowly backs up, sitting on the edge of the couch. 

“I thought I recognized that voice,” you enter the living room, a smile on your lips. You kiss his cheek in a greeting and take the seat next to him. Dustin was one of the few who still continued to visit Steve on a regular basis. “Looking snazzy.” 

“first impressions.” he shrugs, his eyes not leaving the little one, “Hi, I’m Dustin,” He coos softly. 

Steve looks at you, Dustin and his little girl with admiration. It made his heart full to see one of his little nuggets, one who inspired the want to become a dad himself, holding his little girl with such adoration and love. She was by far the most protected baby in Hawkins with Dustin and Steve at her side. 

cuteness overload, I hope you enjoyed! Comments, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading! 

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[thewritingofamadwoman]

Flirty, fluffy Steve Harrington. Might make a part 2 to this.

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I tried my hardest to keep myself from laughing, but one look at Robin and I was out for the count. Our snickering could be heard from behind the counter window and I could just feel the annoyance rolling off of Steve. Robin and I watched as the girl Steve was trying to flirt with paid for her ice cream as quickly as possible and ran out of the store before Steve could even give her change back. Once she was gone, our muffled laughs turned into loud boisterous ones, Steve turning back to look at us with an unamused look on his face.

“Well Popeye, that was three for three. Not doing too well today huh?” Robin teased, as she marked another line down the “You Rule/You Suck” board. Steve sighed and rolled his eyes at us.

“I’d be in better form if I didn’t have you two giggling back here and scaring the ladies away,” he huffed looking at the two of us. I, for one, was secretly enjoying the fact that Steve was striking out. The tiny green monster inside of me reared it’s head every time a female customer walked into the store. I’ve had a crush on Steve for what felt like forever, but never had the guts to tell him. Not that he would reciprocate the feelings or anything; Steve has never once made a move on me. Sure we sometimes joked around to kill time at work, sometimes engaging in a mild flirting, but that was Steve’s persona. Who was I to turn away those big brown puppy dog eyes?

“Nah, what you need is practice. Your skills are clearly suffering from your lack of female attention,” Robin mused, staring at Steve with a bored expression.

“I’m trying to practice! But this uniform is cramping my style, fucking “company policy.” And with you two cracking up, the vibe is all off!” Steve whined, throwing his Scoops Ahoy uniform hat on the ground to prove his point. I laughed again and Steve turned his gaze on me.

“Practice on us then, we’ll be honest with you and let you know if it’s working.” I couldn’t believe the sentence as it came out of my mouth, but decided to roll with it. What’s the worse that could happen?

Robin gagged, backing away from the window. “No thanks, I’d rather not be inflicted with this sort of cruel punishment.” She shuddered dramatically and I laughed again. I looked at Steve who was giving me a strange look.

“You want me to flirt with you?” He asked, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

YES!

“Well, uh, sure why not? You could use the practice, and I’ll be perfectly honest about whether or not it’s working. And besides, the boys that visit this shop are all entangled with their girlfriends, I haven’t had any male attention all summer,” I joked, trying to calm myself internally. I didn’t care about any of the boys who entered the ice cream shop—I was too enamored with the fluffy haired sailor that I spent eight hours a day with.

Steve continued to look at me, his eyes boring into mine for what felt like forever, before nodding.

“Yeah, okay, deal. And on that note, I’ll see you both tomorrow. Ahoy!” He said, giving us a salute, going around the counter and heading to the back to grab his things. My eyes followed his retreating body, enjoying the way his behind looked in those shorts. I sighed and turned to Robin, who had a smirk plastered on her face.

“What?” I asked, trying to avoid her gaze as I started wiping down the counter.

“Oh you know what. You LIKE him! Why didn’t you say anything before?? Oh my god, is this why you always get grumpy when he starts flirting with other girls?”

“Shut up! I do NOT get grumpy!”

“Uhh yeah you do! Remember when you turned on the milkshake mixer a little too aggressively without the cover on? You got strawberry ice cream everywhere! And you only chill out the moment you realize his flirting isn’t working and the girls walk away.” Robin was staring at me incredulously as I walked around the shop, locking away all the ice cream and putting left over cones into their appropriate cabinets and refusing to look at her.

“That’s not true at all...” I said lamely, unable to prove her wrong.

“You do know WHY Steve sucks at flirting, right? Please tell me you’ve noticed how he’ll look back at see where you are before heading over to flirt with those girls. How most of the times he’s flirting with someone it’s literally in your line of vision?”

I was a little stunned to say the least. There was absolutely no way Steve noticed me that much, or even cared enough to make sure I saw his flirting. Was he trying to get my attention?

Robin rolled her eyes at my silence. “You two dinguses were made for each other. He clearly likes you, or else he wouldn’t even bother flirting so hard with all these girls.”

“That doesn’t even make sense Robin,” I laughed, finally turning to face her with my arms crossed.

“Boys are stupid, you know that. I knew he liked you, but I never realized you liked him back. Tomorrow is gonna be amazing!” She cackled, excited to see what would unravel. I shook my head at her, refusing to let myself get caught up in her musings. No way could Steve “The Hair” Harrington like me as much as I liked him. There was no way.

….Was there?

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The next day arrived and the mall was in full swing. Scoops Ahoy was busy as usual, teens coming in and out, hanging by the booths with their bowls filled to the brim with ice cream.

“Thank you for coming to Scoops, have a great day!” I said cheerfully as I handed a vanilla sugar cone to a little girl. She smiled at me and waved goodbye, already licking away at the sugary goodness. I smiled back before someone bumped into me from behind.

“Oh sorry gorgeous, didn’t see you there. We just got a whole shipment of USS Butterscotch and this new flavor, and I thought I’d bring two tubs out front.” Steve smiled at me as he carried both tubs in his arms, muscles flexing as he placed them on the counter beside me.

Did he just call me gorgeous?

“No problem. Are those the only flavors we got today? Let me help you unbox them and bring them out front.” I said, resting my hand on my hip as I watched Steve open the tubs. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

“Nah it’s okay, Robin’s got it. But I do want you to taste this new flavor we got and tell me what you think,” he said, moving to grab a tasting spoon. He scooped out a tiny bit out of the freshly opened tub and held the spoon out for me. I went to grab it, but Steve pulled it back a bit, away from my grasp.

“Nope, open up,” he said, his eyes connecting with mine, a soft smile on his lips. I blushed a little and opened my mouth, Steve gently moving the spoon between my lips. Sweet chocolate and cool peppermint hit my tastebuds as I wrapped my lips around the spoon before Steve pulled it back out.

“Mmm, that’s really good! I might have a new favorite,” I smiled at Steve, who smiled back and put the spoon back down.

“Oh wait a sec, you got a little bit here,” he said softly as he raised his thumb to my lower lip, gently swiping away the bit of the ice cream that remained. Steve then brought his thumb up to his lip, and in the most innocently obscene way, sucked on the tip of his thumb, cleaning away the ice cream with his tongue. His eyes never left mine, and I felt my breath hitch at the sight of him.

“Mmm you’re right, it really is good.” Steve gave me his signature smirk after licking his lips, the smirk I’ve seen used on what felt like a million girls, but never on me. I was stunned in place, his flirting making me lose my train of thought. I opened my mouth, about to say something, anything, when a family of four stepped up to the counter. Steve winked at me and turned to them.

“Looks like we’ve got customers. Ahoy, welcome to Scoops, what can I get for you?”

I smiled at the family, and booked it to the back office, moving as fast as I could without making a scene. I opened the door only to slam into Robin, who was clearly spying on what was happening out front.

“Did you see that?! What…what was that?” I gasped, pacing bath and forth to wrap my brain around what had just happened.

“That, my little oblivious friend, was Steve Harrington earning a point on the ‘You Rule’ board. That was the smoothest I’ve EVER seen him be with a girl during working hours.”

I bit my lip, trying to lower my hopes.

“He’s just flirting with me because I asked him to practice on me. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Robin rolled her eyes at me and scoffed. “We have seen him flirt with countless of girls and not once did he attempt physical contact, or call anyone gorgeous. He isn’t practicing, dingus, he means it.”

I looked over my shoulder through the mini window to where Steve was finishing up with the family at the counter. I smiled softly, watching as he was making the children laugh and being polite with the parents. He was always amazing with kids, especially the “party” as they called themselves. They were a bunch of sweet kids and always visited the shop so that Steve could sneak them into the movie theater through the back tunnels. I decided to head back out front, ignoring Robin’s little squeal of glee.

Steve turned at the sound of the back door opening and smiled at me.

“Welcome back beautiful. Robin all done unboxing?” He greeted, giving me that signature Steve smile all the girls used to swoon over. I grinned back, fighting the internal blush threatening to color my cheeks, walking up to him.

“Yeah she’s done, she’s just cleaning up. Erica and her mini clique stop by yet?”

He ran a hand through his hair again, making me wish my fingers were the ones caressing those locks.

“Ha, no not yet but I’m sure she’ll be here soon. Umm, so, would you like to catch the new Michael J Fox movie later after our shift?” I could see the apprehension in Steve’s eyes and wanted to tease him just a tiny bit.

“Oh like the three of us? Robin has been talking about the movie a lot lately,” I said innocently, pretending to think it over.

Steve cleared his throat and looked at me again, coming to stand a little closer. He lowered his voice a little, creating a sense of privacy between the two of us.

“Uhh I was thinking more along the lines of just the two of us…like just you and I,” he stated sheepishly.

“Oh, so like a date?”

“YES! I mean, yeah, like a date, but it doesn’t have to be if you don’t want it to, but it could be, only if you want to.” Steve rambled on, placing one hand on his hip and one on the counter, trying to come off as “cool”. I giggled at him and bit my lip.

“Steve Harrington, are you asking me to ‘set sail on this ocean of flavor’ with you?” I teased, but my heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. I really hope he meant it.

Steve took in a deep breath and smiled at me shyly.

“I mean it…would you honestly like to go out on a date with me tonight?”

I tried to keep the beaming grin off of my face but I couldn’t help myself.

“Actually, yeah, I’d like that. Meet me back here at the end of our shift?”

Steve nodded before heading back to take his break, a permanent smile on his face. He turned back before disappearing.

“Hey gorgeous? I hope you know that I wasn’t practicing on you today. Flirting with you comes naturally,” and with a final wink, Steve walked backwards into the back room just as Robin came out. Judging by the stupid teasing grin on her face, she had heard it all. I pointed a finger at her, my smile still as bright as ever.

“I don’t wanna hear it Robin, shut up.”

Robin just smiled and raised both of her hands up.

“Hey dingus!” She called back towards Steve. “What happened to ‘complying to company policy’?

I laughed loudly as Steve popped his head from the window, winking at me again.

“Screw company policy.”

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[iridescentprose]

Friends Don't Kiss—Steve Harrington x fem!reader insert

summary; in which you ask steve harrington about the status of your relationship.

warning(s); none, just fluff

You were standing in front of him, both arms clutching [your favorite 80's movie VHS tape] to your chest. You both had been spent hours after closing time searching for [your favorite movie]. You had been asking for it for weeks and when you told Steve about it, he promised to put it in a safe spot once it was back in stock. Unfortunately, when you came that afternoon, he had misplaced it and the both of you had spent time looking for it long past closing time.

The moment he had found it, you couldn't help but hug him out of excitement and relief, and Steve couldn't help but take that as an invitation to lean in for a kiss. His hand swept to your shoulder gently while he stepped forward in an attempt to close the space between the both of you. His eyes fluttered closed and for a fraction of a second yours did too...

Until you asked a question that had been on your mind for weeks.

"Steve...what are we?"

The nature of your relationship had never been spoken aloud. Even if you had said yes it wouldn't make a difference to the world - everyone already saw how close the two of you were. It wouldn't be a secret to hide, or a surprise that needed revealing. You two spent almost every passing day together - be it during each others breaks or when both you got off from work - your job being across the street at the local [insert your place of work].

Stunned, he opened his eyes to gaze into your curious ones. His hand fell from your shoulder and swept through his hair before resting on the back of his neck. His other hand, pressed against the wall beside your head, remained hesitantly still.

"I'd like to say were...friends?" He said, an embarrassed smile breaking through his expression as if he wasn't entirely sure what to call what you both had.

"Just...friends?" You tilted your head, clutching the VHS case to your chest. You figured you both were more than that, but you didn't have the guts to admit it out loud. You were only trying to see where his head was at.

"Good friends?" He tried again, flashing a wider grin that normally won you over. For a moment it did as you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. Relieved, Steve stepped forward, his hand resting on your shoulder again.

"But... friends don't kiss each other," you said quickly, your hand resting on his chest to keep him at bay. Your smile, now gone, had been replaced with quizzical pursed lips and a pair of raised eyebrows.

"Well...maybe we should be more than just friends," he said, reaching up to gently place his hand over yours, the one that had been resting on his chest still. He gave it a light squeeze. Naturally, you stepped forward.

"Is this your way of formally asking me to be your girlfriend, Harrington?"

He met you halfway, your intertwined hands now in the center gap that was starting to lessen between the two of you.

"Maybe," he replied.

"Maybe?"

"Yes," he confirmed with a nervous chuckle, his free hand sweeping through his hair. You always found it cute when he got flustered, given the fact that you were normally the one who was nervous all the time. "Will you, [your first and last name], be my girlfriend"?"

Your fears of destroying the friendship you both had vanished as he waited expectantly for your answer.

It took you seconds to murmur a quiet, 'yes'. At that, you both shared a relieved smile before his free hand swept around your waist carefully. He tugged you closer as you stepped forward.

Amid the mountain of VHS tapes haphazardly scattered in the center of the video store you both shared a gentle kiss - signifying the beginning of your official relationship.

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[mystic-shadows42]

A Baby Changes Everything {Part 3}

A/N: Not too sure about this chapter but nevertheless, enjoy!

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1,918

You laid in bed staring at the ceiling for hours thinking over what had been said by your parents. It felt as if you were trapped. You were being backed into a corner and being coursed into making the biggest decision of your life. You were isolated but you weren’t alone.

As of late, Steve was the only other person who could even understand what was going on in your life. You didn’t hesitate to grab your bag and walk past your parents who were here together discussing what happened. Their talking was ignored as you hurried past them.

Your parents weren’t spiteful by any means but were struggling. They were desperate to make matters better and you having a baby wasn’t helping. Though their pressure and recent show of events were adding stress.

Ignoring everything around, you walked quickly to the nearest payphone with only Steve on your mind. You hoped that he was home, there was no other option. You needed some reassurance or hell, a distraction from all of these thoughts.

You dialed the number you knew by heart and tapped your foot nervously each time the phone continued to ring. After what seemed to be long impending rings later, the phone clicked.

“Harrington residence.”

You let out a sigh of relief at the sound of Steve’s voice. It was comforting just to hear him speak. It was soothing the ache you felt in your heart when it seemed that your entire world was crashing down around you.

“I need you to pick me up,” your voice wavered when you tried sounding normal. You didn’t want him to be worried but he’d pick up on it anyways. The sound of him moving in the background became apparent as his voice seemed to sound closer to the phone.

“Is everything alright?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose trying to keep it together. It seemed that all you do nowadays was cry and become overwhelmed and you hated the two feelings and how much they seemed to increase as each day passed.

“Now Steve, please.”

He seemed to understand with just those few words.

“Alright, I’m headed over.”

You stood just outside the entrance of the trailer park with only your bag in hand. It was hard to not focus on the events that happened earlier. It was all weighing heavily on your mind. By the time Steve pulled up, you brushed away the stray tears and hoped inside the passenger seat.

You saw him look over at you but he didn’t say anything. He simply continued driving somewhere. You didn’t care where just somewhere away from home. The ride remained silent with only the sound of the radio on.

When Steve finally stopped the car that’s when you finally looked around the surrounding area to see that he brought you to the lake. It was silent and no one was around. 

You got out of the car and walked closer to the water. Steve followed closely behind. 

It was peaceful to hear the sound of the calm water and the birds chirping nearby. It was the type of environment you needed to be in. You took a deep breath of air while closing your eyes.

You took a few more minutes to yourself and sat down trying to take in this new area. Steve sat down next to you and started to skip rocks on the water which was nice to watch.

He kept looking over at you but he continued to wait. When you turned your head to look at him that’s when he finally asked his question.

“So what’s going on?”

You dug into the dirt finding a rock and played with it in your hand to distract your nerves.

“Apparently, our parents had a discussion over the phone. Your dad-” you bit your bottom lip to hold it together. “Your dad is offering us money if we put the baby up for adoption.”

You looked over at Steve to gauge his reaction. To be honest you didn’t know if he knew or if he put his dad up to the whole ordeal. You were hoping he had nothing to do with it but you didn’t know for sure.

Steve narrowed his brows in confusion and shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

“He’s offering my parents and me $500,000 all cash. He told my parents that’ll he’ll pay the cost of the rest of my pregnancy up until I give birth. He said it’ll be discrete and we’ll forget this ever happened. The Harrington legacy will be untarnished without me and the baby being attached to you.”

“That son of a bitch,” Steve whispered harshly shaking his head. Your throat burned trying to hold it together and by the look on Steve’s face, he knew it too. “Hey, hey, nothing changes. We continue doing what we do.”

It was easier said than done but there was one more piece of information.

“My parents want me to accept the deal.”

Steve cocked his head and the expression on his face was sympathetic. He looked down at the floor and distracted himself by digging his shoe in the dirt.

“What do you want to do?” He was asking you out of pure curiosity if the plan had changed.

“I don’t know.” You were confused. If it had been just Steve’s dad telling you this then you wouldn’t have paid it any mind and still keep the baby but now that your parents were involved, it only made it harder.

Steve looked back at you and stood up from his spot. “You know what you want but you’re being pressured to make another choice. Fuck that. The day you told me that we were expecting, I was scared and overwhelmed but you knew where you stood with your decision. You said you were going to keep the baby. I want the baby too. We’re their parents. We make the decision, no one else.”

You stood up as well.

“I see where both sides are coming from. Your dad did speak to me on the phone for a little bit before I hung up on him. He said I was meddling in your future. That you aren’t ready for a baby and I’m too poor to care for one.” Steve closed his eyes at your words. He seemed extremely bothered by what his dad had said.

Steve opened his eyes back up and took a couple of steps forward until he was standing directly in front of you. He took your hands in his and lowered his head to catch your line of sight.

“I say screw everyone else who isn’t us.”

Steve broke through your exterior and made you smile. You laid your head against his shoulder as you both overlooked the lake. Nothing was said after that. It was only a peaceful silence that was much needed.

You and Steve were new parents in high school who seemed to be tackling new obstacles every day but as long as you had the other to lean on for support, you knew you both would be okay.

Steve took you home that night and went inside with you to discuss the plans that involved you and the baby with your parents. He took over the discussion explaining how you and he would be more than capable of having the baby. He would look at you each time making sure you were okay with everything he had to say to which you would assure him with a nod.

After a couple of days passed, everything seemed to be a lot lighter around your home. Steve talked to his dad and although you didn’t know what was said, he never bothered you again.

After coming into town with some supplies there were stories going around. One that involved someone defacing public property and shaming Nancy. It was upsetting to hear about but it disappointed you to know that Steve was more than likely involved.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the sound of a car engine pulled into the trailer park. Curiosity got the better of you so you pulled the curtain aside and looked out to Steve getting out of his car and weaving his fingers into his hair nervously.

You opened the door before he could even knock and saw the look in his eyes.

“I’m guessing you may have heard?” You said nothing as you walked to the couch. He sighed loudly and followed behind after closing the door. “Look before you say anything-”

“Why would you write something like that?” You asked cutting him off. “Nancy ‘the slut’ Wheeler, really Steve? I thought you were better than that.”

“I know,” he sighed heavily. “If it’s any consolation, I didn’t write it, Tommy did but I didn’t stop him. We ended up getting into an argument and-they’re out of my life Tommy and Carol. They’re just toxic.”

He plopped down on the couch next to you and began messing up his hair even more. That’s when you placed your hand over his to stop him from fidgeting. He looked over at you wanting you to believe him. He looked ashamed but also a little sad. He had lost his girlfriend and friends all within a short span.

“They’re really out of your life?” You asked referring to Tommy and Carol who he had been friends since they were young. His friends were a pain but they were who he was closest to for many years and that kind of bond simply doesn’t pass overnight despite how they acted.

“Yes, for sure.”

You and Steve were by no means close but with the baby and everything you’ve both been facing has brought on a connection. You were delighted to have him come to you for that indebted trust. You were glad he came to you, he didn’t have to but he did. It was nice to build this sort of trust with him.

****

The next day at school you saw Nancy walking briskly outside. You didn’t know what it was but you felt the need to console her. Her best friend, Barbara was missing and she was degraded with that spray-painted sign. 

Nancy was a strong person. You felt that such an act would have you hiding until everyone simply forgot but not her, she showed up to school and went on as if nothing had even happened. It was clear she was bothered and with your connection to Steve, you felt the need to apologize.

“Hey, uh, Nancy,” you called out making her stop halfway to look your way. “I just wanted to see how you’re doing?”

“I’ve been better.” Her answer was short leaving no room to continue any longer.

“I’m sorry about Steve. You know he really cares about you despite what happened. It was wrong and dumb of him but he made sure to clean it up afterward.”

“It really doesn’t make much of a difference now does it?” She said sarcastically. You didn’t miss the way she looked down at your stomach that your baggy shirt covered. She looked at you one last time and then began to walk away. You knew she didn’t mean anything by it but it probably did hurt to have you, Steve’s baby mama, apologize before he even did.

As a means to not feel so alone, you placed your hand over your stomach. The ever-growing bump now bringing a sense of comfort whenever you’re feeling lonely. 

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