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Is It New Years Yet?

steve harrington x fem!reader ✨Part One✨

Santa Tell Me

summary: When you meet Steve Harrington the first time it’s by accident, the second time a coincidence, and by the third he’s calling it fate.

wc: 8.1k

warnings: 18+ series, a christmas meet cute with steve who’s in his 30’s, smut in later chapters, drinking, smoking, eddie munson is our best friend/roommate, him and steve don’t know each other in this AU.

authors note: this wasn’t supposed to be this big or long but here we are. thank you for all your patience and sweet words, I’m so excited to share this with you.

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The Marshall Fields feels alive with only three weeks left until Christmas, making it a next to impossible mission to get to your job in the restaurant that sits on top of the seven story tourist attraction. At least on time.

Bing Crosby’s ‘It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas’ spills from the speakers overhead, the deep baritone of his voice is barely audible over the low murmur of conversation happening all around you. Lush, large boughs of green pine hang pristine from the historically tall ceilings, shimmering tinsel draped with purpose at the ends of them catching in the light. It reflects off the gold ornaments that cover it in a perfect pattern. It’s almost enough for you to forget how annoyed you are.

Your slip resistant shoes catch and scuffle along the deep crimson carpet as you move through the shoulder to shoulder crowd. It doesn’t take you very long to find a break in it, still scratching at your nose that itches from your walk through the fragrance department. Your small victory is quickly diminished when you see a swarm of families standing in front of the golden doors of the elevators. 

You silently curse yourself for not leaving earlier, completely forgetting that Santa was on the fifth floor today. As if on queue, a little girl with perfect blonde curls that bounce as she runs smacks into your legs just like your realization, falling back on her butt with a thud. Her pearly white dress flutters around her, and the two of you stare each other down for what feels like an eternity until her mother rushes over with panicked apologies right as her daughter breaks out the waterworks. 

The noise makes you grimace, mumbling a ‘it’s fine’ under your breath before turning on your heel. Reaching behind, you pull your phone from your back pocket to see just how late you really are, accepting defeat with having to take the scenic, much more time consuming route up the escalators. The bold white numbers that flash across the screen tell you that you’re already five minutes past the start of your shift. A long sigh slips from between your lips as you give up on trying to rush. 

Moving with the flow of the crowd, the beginning jingle of Mariah Carey’s ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ starts to play, and with the grand spectacle of the yearly decorations, it’s hard not to feel all the emotions of nostalgia they’re trying to pull from you, making you roll your eyes singing along with her under your breath.

The big water fountain in the middle of the men’s department comes into view from the tops of bobbing heads, one of the many physical markers in this building you’ve had to use so you don’t get lost in the retail maze they’ve created, letting you know that you’re close to your destination. Weaving through the sea of people, you try to gear up to break free from the human traffic jam, the signs pointing to the escalators in your sights. His panicked voice is what you hear first, an obvious friendliness still hidden underneath it despite the way it shakes every time you hear him say “excuse me?” 

Your eyes search for the owner, and when you find him, regret buries itself deep in your gut when they land on his face.

A perfect mess of dark chestnut hair, with tips that look like they were dipped in honey sits on top of his head. The hints of gold hidden inside shimmer under the lights, as it curls wildly behind his ears. It almost looks styled that way, that is until you see his big hand run through it twice in the span of a few seconds. Warm brown eyes squint as he turns in a full circle glancing between his phone and the signs the point to the city street exits on either side of him. The hoards of people surrounding him completely ignoring his existence as he looks around painfully lost. 

His nose is sharp, just like his jaw that’s dusted with the faint  hint of a five o’clock shadow. The two prominent moles that sit side by side on his cheek stick out on his unseasonably sun kissed skin that seems to glow against the dark maroon color of his sweater. It’s snug across a broad chest, just like the washed out black jeans that fit a light too well around his thighs. His chocolate colored peacoat looks tailored to fit his biceps, with shiny gold buttons that match the buckle on his russet leather loafers, and the chain that dangles from around his neck. 

You watch him try to ask a few friendly faces for help, only receiving a shrug and a half smile by the ones that actually acknowledge him. He mutters something that sounds sarcastic to himself as you get closer, his hands moving animatedly before he huffs pinching the bridge of his nose. 

Maybe it’s the Christmas decorations, or the Mariah Carey, or maybe it’s just the fact that you’d rather take pity on a handsome stranger than go to your job. Whatever reason it is, you decide to make the stupid mistake to help him.

“Hey,” you greet timidly, getting just close enough to smell the cedar and cinnamon that seems to cling to the expensive wool of his coat, ignoring the way your stomach flips because of course he smells good right?  

“Are you lost?” 

He doesn’t hear you over the internal battle going on inside his head, not even registering that someone is finally stopping to offer the help he’d just been pleading for, quietly grumbling, ‘you wanted to move to the city, now you can’t even find your way through a damn store’.

You clear your throat before it can get anymore awkward, alerting him of your presence while letting your curious gaze wander up his tall broad frame. Those squinted brown eyes look big now as they meet yours, and you can see green inside them that you couldn’t before and it sparkles brighter than the tinsel hanging from the boughs behind him. 

Yeah, you’ve made a huge mistake.

He blinks a few times, before a wide smile stretches across his face somehow making him even more handsome as he reveals a set of perfectly straight teeth. The smile pushes up his cheeks, and crinkles the skin around his eyes, and you watch all the aggravation from before melt off of his perfectly sculpted face and you wish you could go back those few minutes in time and abort the mission. This is no damsel in distress.

“Hi” is all that he says, peony’s painting his cheeks as he runs his hand through his thick hair again. It looks even softer up close.

“Hey,” you giggle, nerves taking over and you want to pinch yourself for it. “I just wanted to see if you needed some help, you look a little lost.” 

You try to seem indifferent when you catch the way his gaze roams quickly down your body, thankful you did laundry last night and had on your tight fitting work slacks today that showed off your curves. 

“So lost!” He groans, the blush on his cheeks deepening with the tips of his ears. “If I’m being completely honest with you, I don’t even know what floor I’m on.”

You try to hide the way you snort, slapping your palm over your mouth.

“Hey, be nice!” He laughs, trying his best to fight it to put on a hurt expression, “this is like my first time here, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” you try to fight off you smile, “I didn’t mean to laugh at you —“

“Steve,” interjects with a grin, those perfect teeth biting at his full bottom lip as he sticks out one of his hands for you to take, a gold band wrapped around his middle finger you didn’t notice before gleaming when it hits the light.

“Well, Steve,” you try not to laugh, which ends up being easy to do when you slip your hand into his and watch it disappear behind his long fingers when they wrap around them. “You’re on the first floor if you can believe it.

“That’s fucking embarrassing. Wow.” He groans, letting your hand go to run his palm down his face, and you hate that you feel the loss in your gut. “Sorry I didn’t mean to cuss.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” You tease with a wink, enjoying the way it only makes the color on his face deepen. “Where are you trying to go? I work on the seventh floor. I might be able to take you on my way.”

It takes Steve a minute to formulate an answer to your offer, still stuck on the fact a complete stranger was being so nice to him, and the silence between you goes on just long enough to make you second guess everything.

“Or I could just try and give you directions if that’s more comfortable for you.” You offer, adjusting the straps of your backpack nervously.

“I’m trying to get to the women’s department,” Steve finally blurts out, sensing the shift in your energy and quickly tries to recover with another card through his hair and a crooked smile, “specifically the handbags, and I absolutely think you should take me.”

His gaze narrows the color in his eyes darkening into something more flirtatious than nervous. 

“Who knows how long it’d take me to get there without a beautiful, clearly smart woman such yourself to help me anyway.”

Your stomach does that thing that you hate again, and all the heat in your body licks at your cheeks like flames. You can’t remember the last time a man actually used the word beautiful. Hot? Absolutely. Cute? Sure. Pretty? Yeah, a few times, but never beautiful. It sits in your chest where it blossoms into another painfully big smile that pushes your cheeks up even more, and you have to look away from his face for a moment when he matches it with his own.

“O- okay, if you just, uh wanna follow me?”  Words get lost on your tongue and it comes out more shy than you would’ve liked, but you turn on your heel before you can think too hard about it when he gestures you forward.

You hear him mutter ‘are you kidding me?’ under his breath as you lead him to the escalators just around the corner, making him realize how close they were this whole time and you wonder just how long he was actually looking for them. The smell of mint hits your nose as you pass the Frango chocolate stand and it mixes with the spice of his cologne as he trails close behind. Butterflies threatening to break from cocoons hearing the way his steps match yours. 

He stops next to you as you come to halt to wait your turn to hop onto the moving metal steps. You look up at him and there’s an awkwardness that threatens to fill the small space between you that has you giving him a tight lipped smile that he returns with the kind of confidence that makes your palms sweat and you have to look away. 

“I say we make our move after white puffer coat comin’ up here.” His voice startles you when it comes out low, close enough to the shell of your ear that you swear you can feel the whisper of his lips. Spearmint stings your nose from the gum that snaps between his teeth, and the heat of his breath makes goosebumps jump along the back of your neck. 

Why did you do this?

You meet his gaze from the corner of your eye, letting him see the playful glint that dances in them before giving a curt nod of your head.

“On the count of three…” You play along, despite everything inside you telling you to stop flirting back and it makes Steve’s whole face light up, long fingers flexing at his side with the need to find yours again.

“One..” He starts, and your eyes meet ‘white puffer coat’ who’s now only a few steps away before finding Steve’s again who’s stare very obviously never left your face.

“Two..” You giggle trying to hide the way your body starts to buzz and if it wasn’t for Steve’s giddy expression you’d be more embarrassed than you actually are.

“Thre-“ His final count gets cut off by the feeling of your fingers wrapping around his, tugging him onto the stairs early with a loud cackle that has you throwing your head back and he swears the sound tilts his world off its axis.

His cheeks dust pink under the bright light looking down his nose at you with a wide smile that shows all his teeth. An expensive loafer sits wedged between your work shoes and the other on the step above, caging you against the side as you ride up to the next floor, and he’s close enough for you to see a smattering of more freckles that dot the bridge of his nose and the side of his neck, even one on the tip of his earlobe.

He’s still holding your hand.

Your fingers twist and flex at the realization, dropping from his hold and Steve clears his throat because of it. Adam’s apple bobbing as you land on the second floor, he shoves his hand in his pocket, standing a more appropriate distance from you as you get on the next set of stairs going up.

“So what’s on the seventh floor?” He asks, finally breaking the silence that crackles with something you aren’t prepared for today.

“Oh, um, The Walnut Room.” you know where the big Christmas tree is?” You answer with a small smile and it makes him snort, the noise making your eyes go big and the corners of your lips twist up more.

“I couldn’t find the escalators, you think I know where the big Christmas tree is? Don’t flatter me so much or I’ll think you’re flirting with me, honey.” Steve grins, the cool air of confidence from before coming back and you hate that it makes your cheeks burn even worse the second time around.

“Well,” you start unable to bring yourself to meet his gaze as the two of you make your way to the next set of escalators with nerves rattling in your chest as the new floor brings more people, and it makes it impossible for him to keep his distance this time, “now you know where it is.” 

“Is that an invitation?” He smirks looking down at you, teeth gleaming even whiter from this close and butterfly wings tickle at your rib cage.

“Getting a new purse for your girlfriend?” You ask in an attempt to dodge his obvious flirting, doing your best to ignore the way his fingers keep bumping into yours as you share the same step.

“Mom, actually. No girlfriend.” Your obvious prying makes something smug flash behind his eyes. “Is that the answer you were hoping for?” 

You huff with a roll of your eyes, unable to fight the way your cheeks push up again despite the shake of your head earning a deep chuckle from Steve who can see right through you.

“I actually just moved here, maybe a month ago,” he starts, your heart sinking a little at his reveal and your walls that had started to slowly retreat quickly go back up the few inches they dared to come down. “M parents, they’re….they’re tough to impress, and I’m just trying to find something nice for my Mom. Something that screams ‘Hey! Merry Christmas! I didn’t make a big mistake moving here!’ You know?”

You nod with the kind of laugh that makes his eyes sparkle at the noise.

“A purse absolutely says that, I think.” Your words drip with sarcasm as the two of you make your way onto the third floor, shoulders bumping as you turn towards the next set of moving stairs, both your feet landing on the same metal step again. 

“You know, I thought so too.” He beams, not missing a beat. “What about you? Got any fun plans with your boyfriend for Christmas?”

Before you have a chance to answer, an impatient woman choosing to walk the escalators in the kind of rush you should really be in knocks into Steve’s back with her shoulder, making him lose his balance and stumble into you. Large hands grab at your waist to steady himself, the warmth of his palms spreading through your body as it seeps through the thin material of your slacks. The steady beating in your heart stutters before your pulse kicks into overdrive when the mint on his breath fans against your neck for the second time as he mutters an apology finding his balance again. You bite at the inside of your cheek when he finally lets you go, straightening up to his full height again.

“Gotta love the holidays.” You laugh, letting out a shaky breath that threatens to give you away.

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year, or that’s what they say.” Steve sighs, running his fingers through his hair again. 

He somehow leaves it even messier than before, and you have to fight the urge to fix it for him, as the top of the fourth floor comes into view along with the end of your time with the man you only half way regret helping now.

“The answer to your question is no, by the way.” You finally speak up, a mischievous glint in your eye that matches your smile.

“No you don’t have any fun plans? Or No you don’t have a boyfriend?” He tries to clarify, with the kind of lopsided grin that has your knees wobbling under it.

You don’t have time to recover when the ground underneath you stops moving as you both hit the bright red carpet of the women’s department. The fast moving crowd and the fact that you’re pushing nearly twenty minutes late for work is the perfect escape you need to get yourself out of making the mistake of staying long enough for the charming new to the city bachelor to ask for your phone number. 

“Handbags are over there.” You point to the giant Michael Kors logo that shines gold against a hot pink wall behind him, and you seize the moment he turns to follow the direction of your finger to hop back onto the escalators without a word.

You laugh echoes and bubbles over the even happier sounds of the Christmas music when Steve turns around to find you already half way up to the fifth floor.

“Really?” He throws his hands up, watching as you climb higher.

“I’m late for work! I hope your mom likes her gift!” You wave with the kind of smile that he’s sure will haunt his dreams tonight, that makes the corners of his lips twitch despite himself. “It definitely screams you didn’t make a mistake! Nice meeting you Steve!”

It had been four days since your run in with Steve, and much to your dismay that disheveled head of hair didn’t want to leave your mind no matter how much you tried. His breath stealing smile, and freckled skin invaded every day dream and even found their way into the ones in your sleep. No matter how many times you tell yourself that a man who looks like that has endless opportunities in a city like this, and he’s not going to tie himself down with a waitress who still splits her rent with a roommate. 

A change of scenery and a day off spent alone at the Christmas market is almost enough to do the trick as you search for ornaments to put on the tree your roommate Eddie tried to stop you from getting, arguing that he’d have to be the one to take care of it if you got a real one. Which to be fair, ended up being true, but when you catch him reading Lord of the Rings under its twinkling lights, you don’t think he minds it all that much.   

A few ornaments, two hot ciders, and a record shop later, you find yourself waiting for the train home looking at the sunset that paints the skyline in sherbet orange and red behind shimmering buildings. Lost in the music that spills from your AirPods, flashing lights catch at the corners of your eye, and the sounds of the holiday train start to get louder as its bright presence rolls up to the platform. The Santa that you know has to be freezing waves at everyone that’s waiting as it pulls in, and you can’t stop the way your cheeks push up despite the annoyance you would have normally felt if you were actually commuting somewhere in a rush.

The workers dressed as elves greet you with baskets of candy cane’s and bright smiles when the doors open, and relief floods your system when you see the train car is mostly empty. You give them a friendly wave and a nod, accepting the sweet treat before claiming your seat for the nine stops you needed to pass to get home. Red and green string lights flash strung up from the ceilings, and the silver metal poles that stick through the middle now resemble the candy they're passing out. The white fluorescent lighting that usually washes everyone out is replaced with a deep blue, and the faint sounds of  Wham’s ‘Last Christmas’ battles for dominance with the music in your headphones.

Relaxing into your seat, you let the steady rocking of the train lull you back into your thoughts, disappointed when they inevitably go back to the man you’ve been trying to forget. Thighs pressing at the memory at the feeling of his hands grabbing at your hips on the escalator, you huff and cross your arms in a silent pout. How can you have a crush on someone you don’t even know? 

The car starts to fill up more and more as the stops go, and by the third one you’re squeezing your tote bag to your chest with people surrounding you as they hold onto the plastic handles above your head. It’s hard to see anything above anyone’s waist, and you shuffle a little awkwardly in your seat. The spot in front of you frees up by the next stop and at the same time your AirPods die, a sigh of relief slips past your lips at the brief reprieve before the group waiting outside scurries in. That’s when you hear him…again.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. First the damn bus, now the train? Jesus fuck- exuse me, god, I’m gonna be so late.”

The familiar smell of cedar and cinnamon envelopes your senses when a pair of black dress slacks fill your vision with a gold belt buckle on his waist that matches the chain you already know is dangling from his neck, and the ring on the hand that’s gripping the handle above you. 

You curse under your breath, taking your AirPods out and the muffled sound of Dean Martin’s ‘Let It Snow’ becomes full volume, along with the clinking of the metal tracks when the train lurches forward. Leaning back in your seat, you let your eyes wander up his broad torso you’ve reluctantly thought so much about. Steve’s a little more dressed up than the last time you saw him with a white button up tucked into his slacks. You can still make out the outline of his tank top underneath, despite the dim lighting, and the way he leaves the top two buttons undone flashes you a little bit of chest hair. The chocolate peacoat is replaced with a black one that has buttons to match. It fits around his arms just as good as the other one. 

His five o’clock shadow is gone now, and he somehow has even more freckles than before. Too distracted by him to scold yourself for having the urge to find and kiss them all, his messy bed head look he had the other day is replaced with something a little more controlled, and you wonder how much product he needed to use, especially that despite it all, a stray still threatens to fall across his forehead. 

“Not a fan of the holiday train are we?” 

Steve jumps at the sound of your voice, his eyes looking every direction but down until you clear your throat. They widen when they land on you just like the smile that spreads across his face, wiping away any signs of annoyance that plagued his features just seconds before.

“You!” He almost laughs, and he’s even more handsome than you remembered and you wonder how long it's going to take you recover this time, “Oh wow —“ even in the blue light you can see the way the color in his cheeks redden when he realizes that his crotch is unintentionally in your face, “let me just -“

He scoots back as far as he can which isn’t much but it’s enough to make the position the two of you find yourselves in less awkward.

“Well, well, well so we meet again.” He practically beams taking in your appearance now that you’re not dressed to go wait tables, catching the way he licks his lips before bringing his eyes back to yours. 

“It would appear so Steve.” Your smirk, proud of yourself for keeping up the act of playing hard to get.

“What do they call these things? Christmas Miracles?” His confident demeanor reappears and you’re disappointed that it sets your body on fire just like before.

Your snort loud enough for him to hear, earning you a deep chuckle from his chest that gets him that smile of yours he can’t stop thinking about.

“You think you’re so smooth don’t you?” You tease, biting at your bottom lip, meeting his eyes from under your lashes watching the way it makes the green and gold inside them turn into something darker.

“Not really, but I think it’s working for you.” He winks, closing the space he made between you to let someone off behind him holding your stare from down the slope of his nose.

You narrow your eyes at him before you roll them but the twitch of your lips gives you away making his grin turn Cheshire.

“Where are you off to this dressed up? Hot date?” You question with an arched brow.

“For someone who’s pretending not to have a crush on me, you’re certainly fixated on if I’m dating someone aren’t you?” Shaking his head, he’s even more smug than he was on the escalators, “but no, beautiful, I’m on my way to meet a business partner for dinner.”

There he goes using that word beautiful again.

“What about you? The missing uniform tells me it must be your day off, spend it with that boyfriend of yours?” Steve smirks trying to get the definitive answer you refused him a few days ago.

“You’re calling me fixated? I’m not the one obsessing over an imaginary boyfriend I made up for someone else.” 

Steve throws his head back in a booming laugh as a bright smile lights up his face in a way that rivals the train. 

“I bet you think you’re so funny don’t you?” He mimics your previous sentiment with an intensity in his gaze that has you squirming in your seat.

“Not really, but I think it’s working for you.” Biting your lip as you wink, his hold around the handle tightens, and the gold in his eyes darken more. “I’m surprised you’re heading out of the loop so dressed up, where’s this hot business date?”

Steve’s smile falters, and the color you’re so used to warming his face drains along with the intensity of his gaze.

“What do you mean out of the loop?” That panic you’d heard shaking his voice a few days ago returns, as he tears his eyes away from you to look at the map above your head. 

“Oh no, Steve.” You realize the mistake he’s made before he does.

“No, no, no, no,” he groans, stomping a shiny wingtip oxford on the dirty ground. “God, Richard, fuck - he’s going to be so pissed at me.”

He says the last part more to himself, regripping his hold on the handle, brows furrowing as he pinches his eyes shut in frustration. His chest heaves a few times, and the veins in his neck start to show before you hear his quiet exhale over the sounds of ‘Jingle Bell Rock’.

“Hey,” You start, and sweetness drips from your tone as you resist the urge to reach out and comfort him, “I’m getting off on the next stop, you can come with me if you want and I’ll help you get on the right train. It’s an easy mistake, really. We’ve all done it.”

He doesn’t open his eyes immediately, and you can tell that he’s trying not to completely break down but slowly they blink back open and meet yours. The teasing edge behind them is gone as they soften around the edges with exhaustion.

“I think I owe you my life at this point, honestly.” He huffs with a weak laugh and you know if his hair wasn’t done his hand would be running through it right now. 

“Just a little bit.” You tease pinching two fingers together with a scrunch of your nose.

“Thank you,” he holds your stare, sincerity painting his features with something that makes you want to stand up and hug him. 

“Anytime,” you shrug and it’s harder to fake being nonchalant when he looks at you like that. 

The train starts to slow down as it approaches your stop, and the people around you become restless as they prepare to push through the crowded car to get off. Your body reacts like muscle memory when it comes to a halt with another lurch, and you stand up without thinking about the little bit of space that separates you and the man you haven’t been able to stop thinking about all week. 

Your chest brushes against a hard set of abs before and even harder set of pecs, the cedar and sandalwood of his cologne is stronger than the last time it took over your senses like this. Fresh. The faint smell of his aftershave tickles your nose, and the heat of his breath warms against the berry chapstick on your lips. The realization of your mistake hits right as you lose your balance, and your body falls flush against his.

“Whoa, honey.” Steve chuckles, one of his big hands grabbing firmly on the soft curve of your hip to hold you in place, and you swear you can taste the spearmint of his gum against your tongue from his proximity.

Your hands reach out on instinct grabbing at his waist, making the muscles underneath flex from your touch and you can just faintly hear his sharp intake of breath because of it.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m so sorry.” You bumble, instantly regretting looking up to meet his gaze. The smirk of his pink full lips has all your blood rushing to your cheeks as you quickly try to untangle yourself from him.

“You’re fine,” he laughs in your ear as you push past him, and it sends a shiver through your bones, especially when you can feel the heat of his body behind you as he follows.

The wind hits your face stepping onto the platform and the chill in the air feels good against your skin. People rush and zoom all around you as they try and make their next connection while you and Steve stand under the sign that flashes the next train times. In a loud roar, the holiday spectacle departs with jingling bells that ring off into the distance along with the whir of the crowd leaving you and Steve alone. You try to ignore the tension that bubbles under his stare against the back of your head, threatening to spill over any second as you pull out your phone.

“You live around here?” He’s the first one to break the silence stepping next to you, his gaze shifting curiously to your phone screen.

“Yeah, like three blocks away.” You answer absently, scrolling through the train lines too distracted by your search for the right directions to give him.

He hums quietly in response, pulling out his own phone from his coat pocket. His energy shifts from the panic on the train to something calmer, and you can’t quite put your finger on it. A nervousness still lingers in his shaky exhale that pushes through his nose, rocking back on his heels before shoving his phone in his pocket.

“What if we went out to dinner instead?” Steve blurts out, and his hand that’s been itching to run through his hair finally does, “I mean if you don’t have any plans right now.”

“Didn’t you say it was a work dinner Steve?” You laugh, finally daring to look up at your phone at him. Big mistake. 

The wind catches his hair, and that long dark honeyed strand falls against his forehead while his teeth gleam at you in a hopeful smile.

“I feel like I kind of already missed it,” he chuckles, “I’m supposed to be there now and if I read those directions on your phone correctly it said what? - 45 minutes to get there?”

You glance down and see the bold numbers that only seem to go up as the minutes pass and rush hour starts to kick in. 

“Besides, I owe you dinner for coming to my rescue twice in one week. I think the universe is really trying to get us to go get drinks if you ask me sweetheart.” 

You laugh a little nervous, rolling your eyes to try and hide how you aren’t immune to his charms but the glint that sparkles in his stare tells you that it’s not working.

“I mean, I guess it’s only fair. I don’t want to mess with fate and all.” You sigh, and it makes his whole face light up, “but if Richard fires you, that’s not my fault.”

“You have my word, if this dinner ruins the entire reason I moved out here. I will not blame you.” He raises his hand in the air like he’s swearing under oath.

“Steve!” You gasp, shoving his arm, and it has him throw his head back in a loud laugh that echoes through the empty platform.

“I’m kidding, that’s not going to happen. I don’t think.” He grins, earning another eye roll from you, but he’s too giddy to care.

You choose the cozy little Ramen spot on the corner called The Furious Spoon that’s only two blocks from the train station. It’s a close enough walk to easily brave the deep chill that follows with the setting sun and casual enough so that this doesn't feel like something you’re telling yourself it’s not. 

A date.

The warmth of the restaurant hits your frozen cheeks, thawing the parts of you that got bitten from the cold. Ainese hangs thick in the air, making your mouth water while the two of you make your way to the empty seats at the end of the long table that lines the side of the restaurant. You pretend not to feel his hand on the small of your back despite it burning a hole through your jacket as you push through the puffy coats that drape over the stools on either side of you.

Shrugging your layers off, both of you follow suit finding a home for them on the wide rectangular seats. Steve tuts at you when you go to pull your seat out waving your hand away.

“Seriously? No.” You half whisper yell, but the corners of your lips twist up and he decides it’s an empty objection pulling your seat out for you with a wave of his hand gesturing you to sit.

“My mom would kill me if I didn’t,” he swears but his smirk tells you not to believe a word he says as he puts both his hands on either side of your stool, spearmint hot on his breath against the shell of your ear. Cedar and clove on the fabrics of his clothes, it feels like he’s everywhere as he gives you two pushes in.

His knee bumps into yours as he takes the seat next to you, and another waft of his cologne hits your nose. Biting your lip, you decide to distract yourself with the menu as you actively try to make sure your leg doesn’t bounce with anxious energy. The restaurant is more crowded than you expected and Steve’s closer than you wanted. Your heart thumps wildly against your rib cage, scaring the butterflies that laid dormant for the few days in his absence right as they had started to stretch their wings. 

“This all looks so good,” he hums, eyes scanning over the menu before bringing his attention back to you, chestnut and gold shimmering in the low light as he looks down the slope of his nose, licking his full lips, “Do you have a favorite?”

You can’t stop your gaze from flicking down to his mouth, words threatening to get caught on the tip of your tongue watching the way the corners curl up into a grin, small dimples pushing into his tan skin when he catches you.

“Depends on what you like protein wise, but my go to is The Mother Clucker.” You manage to get out, trying to clear out the nerves out of your throat.

“Excuse me,” he snorts, “the what?”

Rolling your eyes, you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you lean over tapping a red polished nail to the chicken option on the top.

“Do you need glasses Steve?” You giggle watching him squint to read it.

The question makes him look at you out of the corner of his eyes with a narrow stare. 

“I’ve had perfect vision since high school. Thank you very much.” He scoffs holding the menu further away as if to help him focus on the small bold lettering. 

“Sure looks like it, my mistake.” Raising a hand in mock surrender, the gesture makes him knock his knee with yours earning him a giggle.

“Here I am skipping out on an important work dinner to spend my night showing you how grateful I am and you’re just bullying me.” Steve only manages to keep a straight face until you hit him with a soft smack on his shoulder, a full bellied laugh escaping him when whatever retort you’re ready to give gets cut off by your server finally coming to the table.

Steve’s charm flows from him with ease as he speaks to the young guy with a big septum ring and spiked hair. He talks to him like they’ve been lifelong friends when you place your orders and it reminds you how easily he got that same genuine smile from you just a few days ago at work, and again now as you sit next to him for dinner instead of writing him off like you told yourself you would. Your stomach twists in knots when his knee bumps against yours and stays there, the warmth of his body seeping through the fabric of his slacks and your jeans.

“So did you end up finding your Mom a gift that screams ‘I didn’t make a mistake’?” You question resting your cheek in the palm of your hand as you lean on the table with your elbow, you lift your chin up a little at him and it makes him flush.

“Oh yeah,” he laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck, “I-I didn’t actually, so that's great. I’ll probably just get her a nice set of earrings or something, it won’t matter in the end anyways.”

His eyebrows knit together and for the first time all night he purposely avoids your gaze with a sip of his water. Your eyes follow the movements of his throat as he swallows.

“What do you mean it won’t matter?” You press, curiosity getting the best of you watching his confidence slip.

“My parents aren’t exactly thrilled that I moved out here to help with this start up, instead of taking over their family business back home. It’s a long story, but it was a big argument, well - multiple big arguments when I told them I was leaving.” He sighs, and you can see the dread of their arrival start to hang over his head like storm clouds. “Besides we never really spent Christmas together my whole life anyway, they were always traveling for work, so this whole thing is just -“ He rubs at his temple, “a thing.”

He runs his fingers through his hair without abandon this time.

“Ahhh,” you hum as missing pieces of Steve’s puzzle are revealed and you hate yourself for finding him more attractive because of it. 

“What about you?” He nods his head in your direction, mimicking your stance resting his head in his hand, “What are you doing for Christmas?”

“Well,” you start, more nerves settling deep in your chest as you start to lay some of your cards down, “I don’t go home for the holidays cause I usually have work. But me and my family get along fine, I guess. But my roommate usually goes to visit his uncle so I’ll probably order something really expensive to eat and watch a Christmas movie I don’t hate.” 

You shrug trying to hide that sometimes it does get to you, not having a full house of loud laughter or even someone to spend the day with, but the look in Steve’s eyes makes you feel like he sees you. He gets it.

“Favorite Christmas movie?” He asks without missing a beat.

“Oh, easy, The Grinch.” you snort.

“Fitting for you.” he winks, despite the tips of his ears turning red when your shoe finds his under the table.

“Rude. What about you? huh?” Your lashes flutter as you bite your lip feeling him start to play footsie with you. 

“Jingle All The Way, Arnold’s my guy.” He smiles big at the giggle you give him, and it warms your face just like his hand that slides further down his thigh, dangerously close to yours.

The bubble you find yourselves in pops abruptly when the smell of your soup hits your nose. Two large bowls get set down in front of you, steam pouring off the tops so much it fogs the glass window.

“You would like Arnold,” you manage to whisper yell over your servers arm and it’s Steve’s turn to roll his eyes, ignoring you giving the waiter a pat on the back with a ‘thanks man.’

The rest of your dinner is filled with easy conversion and touches that linger more than they should, just like the secret paths heavy lidded gazes make to each other’s lips that aren’t so secret in the dim lighting with your feet still intertwined. You hate that as you learn more about him, the more you want to know. The questions come with follow up questions as he tells you about the life that he left behind, his best friend Robin who he hasn’t spent more than six hours without for the last five years and how it feels like he’s missing a limb. 

It feels mutual as both of you sit there long after your bowls are empty, snow falling from a now completely dark sky as Steve listens to you tell a story from high school like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever heard. Just like the stories about you and Eddie before that, or the one about how you lost your I.D on a crazy night out. All of them felt like he was hanging on every word, and having his full attention like this made your stomach flip. The buzzing of your phone is what ends the night when your eyes catch how late it really is.

“Oh my god, is it really almost nine?” You gasp, but Steve seems unfazed, just like the tip of his shoe running up your calf.

“I’m actually surprised they didn’t kick us out,” he smirks, chuckling to himself before straightening his back. Deep crimson filling his cheeks when you both can hear the loud pop.

You’d tease him but you were too busy already missing his touch. God. Dammit.

“I should really get going, I didn’t realize we’ve been here for like three hours. I gotta be at work super early for this breakfast with Santa we’re doing,”  You huff, standing up and the change in energy is almost enough to make Steve’s head spin.

“You live like a block away, I think you’ll get home fairly quickly.” He looks at you confused as he stands up, watching you stuff your arms in your coat with a struggle with tangled sleeves.

“I just, I promised Eddie I’d be home at a certain time and he gets all worried when I’m not,” It’s a lie but you aren’t going to tell him that your panic is from the fear that spending this much time with him has now pushed you past the point of no return. 

He’s never going to leave your mind now.

“Let me walk you,” He insists, slipping on his coat with ease, broad shoulders filling it perfectly.

“I think you should worry about getting yourself home,” you tease, buttoning your coat that you won the fight with.

“Yeah, I can’t chance it, not without my good luck charm,” he winks and your knees wobble, “I’m calling an Uber. Can’t get lost that way.” 

“Let’s hope so,” you smirk, bumping shoulders with him despite yourself as you walk past.

“Hey! I thought we were friends now.” He whines following close behind, both of you giving a small wave to your server on the way out.

The cold air hits you the moment the swinging glass door opens, sending a shiver up your spine, tugging your coat closer, you silently curse the hint of cedar you catch on the fabric.

“Are we friends now?” You arch a brown turning on your heel to face him as you both hit the sidewalk.

“I was hoping,” he gives you that smile, the kind that you know always gets him what he wants, and god do you want to give it to him. But the gold shimmering on his belt and the reminder that he just moved here makes you stubborn and weary. “Maybe if you give me your number, we can do this again sometime and find out?”

“How about this,” you suck at the inside of your cheek loudly, and you almost feel bad when you see how his face drops, “If we run into each other again, you can have my number.”

Steve stares at you for a second, disbelief painting over all of his pretty features, but he’s quick to recover with a hand through his hair and a new poker face.

“Deal.” He sticks his hand out and now it’s you who has to take a minute to recover, “What? I accept.”

You narrow your eyes at him before you place your palm into his, that charming smile outshining the white snow that falls onto his long lashes. He purposely holds it longer than he should, the butterflies in your stomach coming to life when the warm pad of his thumb starts to rub small circles into your soft skin. 

“Till the next time beautiful, who knows, maybe I won’t take an Uber home. Take a gamble. I wonder who could possibly show up to rescue me.” He starts, earning another shoulder slap and a gasped ‘Steve!’

“Do not do that, Uber home you maniac.” You pull your hand away no matter how much you don’t want to, especially when he trails the tips of his fingers down your palm as he lets go.

“You win this time,” He grins pulling out his phone, and you watch him click the app before you start to walk towards the direction of home.

“I win every time, Steve.” You wink, taking a mental picture of the way it makes him bite his lip before you turn away hoping you didn’t just make some huge mistake.

Secretly hoping Steve Harrington gets lost again.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrrington x reader

[vanillann]

1989: A STEVE HARRINGTON X F!READER STORY

PROLOGUE: WELCOME TO NEW YORK

a/n: welcome to my new series inspired my by taylor swifts 1989 album! i’m so excited about this. i promise all the other chapters will be much longer i just needed the prologue as a little fast precursor. that chapter is 1.1k of simp!steve.

1989 MASTERLIST

S. HARRINGTON MASTERLIST

Steve Harrington woke up with a startling realization that he royally fucked up five years and three days ago. There was no moment that he could place that would explain this sudden realization; yet suddenly his head throbbed with regret and his bed missed her body.

He went throughout the day with this dread of anguish that, oddly enough, felt a lot like her painted nails scraping across his shoulders and sounded like her haunting giggles. He smiled when appropriate and held the door for the older lady at the grocery store, but all he could think about was what she was doing.

Was she happy in New York? Did she graduate from NYU? Who was he kidding, of course she did.

“You good?” Eddie sat on the kitchen counter, his heavy duty work booths swinging as Robin washed some vegetables in their shared sink beside him. Eddie reached over to eat one of the tomatoes from the bowl, which resulted in a loud slap across his forearm.

“I’m cool,” Steve cringed at his own lie, “just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” Robin pushed lightly, trying not to let her curiosity get the better of her; but she was only human.

“Old stuff.”

“Like geriatric porn old or the milk in the back of the fridge old?” Eddie went for another tomato and got another slap from Robin, this time a small wince fell from his lips.

“Like I miss her old stuff?”

Silence coated the room like fog, weighting on the other's chest as Steve slumped into the chair and let his shoulders shrug for the first time since he emerged from his warm bed this morning before work as if his life hadn’t flipped on its head overnight.

“Who? Nancy?” Robin finally turned the sink off and turned to face Steve in the living room.

“Nope,” Steve popped the ‘p’ with a defeated glance at his two roommates with a dejected frown, “Why did I let her go to New York?”

The truth hung in the air like Christmas lights tangled in a box in the attic. Nobody could be prepared for this day, the day Steve knew he was this giant fuck up. Nobody could untangle the cold hard truth that Steve did this to himself.

“What made you think of,” a pregnant pause, “her?”

“Don’t know, but I can’t stop.” Robin and Eddie didn’t know Steve during that era, where he was sleeping with his neighbor when he wasn’t dating Nancy and had slowly built this weird dynamic that he craved when she wasn't around. When he begged for a glance in the hallway to prove they were real, that they knew each other better than anyone else in Hawkins and they could point out the others birthmarks in a dark room. Neither of them knew the man she made Steve, yet they knew of her well enough. They knew not to speak her name, they knew Steve could drive down Eloise Street without his lung taking a shrap intake, that he had to buy new sheets just so they hadn’t been the same her bare body once laid in. He still hasn’t bought light blue, his favorite color, sheets since.

They knew what happened that day in early June and how Steve cried to his mother after it happened, how she patted his shoulder and wander away from his bedroom without a glance over her shoulder. How he wished it was her he was crying on about something, not crying about needing her. They knew that the pair haven’t spoken since and Steve is careful when telling stories from high school as to not bring up her name. They knew her even if she didn’t know them, which showed how deep this pain ran in Steve’s viens.

“Have you tried reaching out?” Eddie asked with only hope he could hold between his sliver ring cladded fingers.

“As soon as she hears my voice she’d hang up,” Steve shrugged, toeing at the carpet without a glance at his closest friends, praying the floor would open up and swallow him whole. “I’m going on a walk, and will be back for dinner.”

He was sprinting from the three by three apartment without a glance back at the pitiful looks for the two. He couldn’t handle the gentle voice from Eddie that he never took and how little Robin pushed with she never did.

As Steve wandered the streets of the little town of Hawkins that held the memories of her on every corner, he felt his bones ache in the same way his grandfather's did when a thunderstorm was coming. As if his body could sense her in the oxygen he breathed and the carbon dioxide he produced. Like his body has an instinct for her alone that made him lose feeling in his knees all together. She was in his bones, on his skin, and in his heart for good.

“Shit, sorry!” Steve barreled into a shorter woman taking a corner while staring longingly for a ghost of a girl.

“No, no you’re fine!” He would know that frantic voice anywhere.

“Ms. Byers,” Steve's voice cracked like a boy hitting puberty, which matched his dramatic hormonal feelings about a girl who didn’t want him anymore after he acted like an asshole.

“How many times do I have to tell you, It’s Joyce,” her gentle brown eyes stared up still with kindness only a mother could hold.

“Right, right,” Steve gave a weak smile.

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.”

Steve couldn’t explain why he dropped to the corner, sitting on the sidewalk with his legs stretched out in the road. Maybe it was the fact Joyce looked so worried for him and he didn’t want her to think he was deathly sick, or maybe the fact that he never had a mother to worried about her son’s heartbreak like she did, or maybe he was simply that consumed by his own feelings, but he said it. The words he coukdn’t say for years. Five years and three days exactly.

“Do you remember (Y/N)? She was my neighbor. She babysat for the Sinclair’s for a few years, I think.” Steve knew for a fact she did. He knew her.

“Yeah?” Joyce collapsed beside Steve, a worried glance sparred at the boy.

“I really, and parton my French, fucking miss her.”

An eerie silence filled Hawkins, as if the town missed her too the way Steve did. Although for Steve, he supposed miss was too light of a word to describe her. He craved her with his whole body, begged to just be near her, it was pathetic loving her in his way. Needing her was essential to who he was. She was him in every way, even if he wasn’t her.

“Then get her.”

Three words, muttered indirectly by everyone around him, but Joyce has spoken gospel to him at that moment.

“What just go to New York and get her back?” Steve scoffed.

“Well,” Joyce shrugged, “Yeah”.

“How exactly would I find her? New York is like a billion people big.”

“Can I be honest?” Joyce cringed as she tapped her feet in the empty street, neither worried about a car coming down the desolate downtown Hawkins.

“Yeah, nobody else is.”

Dramatic, as always.

“Will’s old tutor, Taylor, moved to New York with her and they’ve been roommates since they moved to the city. I always send Christmas cards to her since she was so kind to my boy, I could give you their address.”

A yellow brick road, a door opened, a compass was presented.

He could get the girl, no, he would get the girl.

“Do you by any chance know how to get a plane ticket?”

#stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrrington x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington x (y/n) #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic rec #steve harrington imagine #stranger things x y/n #steve harrington series #steve harrington recs

[i-heart-slashers]

hi!! can i please request yandere! steve harrington with prompts "my perfect little doll is what you are.”

+ "you look so pretty tied up like this"? thank you so much! your writing is exquisite 💋

Hi! Thank you for reading and requesting. Sorry it took so long but I hope you like it!

"my perfect little doll is what you are.” + "you look so pretty tied up like this"

Pairings: Yandere!Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

Warning(s): yandere, stalker, violence, death, obsession, blood mentioned, abduction.

He'd seen you. He'd fallen for you, and now he wanted you.

You think to yourself that you should have seen this coming, but honestly, there were no signs that Steve Harrington, or King Steve, as you remember him before his downfall, was anything other than a good guy.

He waved to you in the halls and helped you if you were doing something outside of school. Once, he even helped your mom into the house with groceries.

Maybe that's how he got a key to the house.

All those times that he'd randomly popped up out of nowhere didn't seem so innocent now. The amount of times you'd go home to find him helping out one of your parents with some chore they just happened to need help with.

Groceries, lawn mowing, cleaning the pool out… He was always there and somehow always knew that they needed a helping hand.

It was that first moment of his helpfulness that your parents were taken by his charm and nudged you with a wink as they nodded in his direction, clearly thinking about some kind of relationship setup.

You, however, didn't reciprocate the same admiration for Steve. His fall from King was swift and brutal, but you still remember how he had been—a jerk and a cruel one.

Nevertheless, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, knowing people could change. Steve had changed; he took in the younger kids and made a best friend in Robin. They were a group of social outcasts compared to the one pristine pedestal Steve had been used to.

Maybe it was the polite smiles you had given him or the way you allowed him to linger after he had struck up a conversation. You had a feeling Steve had gotten the wrong idea.

Waving it off in lieu of hanging out with your friends, you could help but notice something niggled at you whenever you caught him glancing in your direction.

You should have listened to your gut instinct.

"my perfect little doll is what you are," Steve whispers in your ear as he adjusts the clothing that he had forced you to change into in front of him shortly after entering your home.

All you could do was sob behind the tape over your mouth, knowing that just a floor under your bedroom, your parents were taking their last breaths from the brutal onslaught Steve had inflicted on them.

His good neighborly act ensured they never saw it coming; he even whistled as he attacked them. Seeing him walk back into your room with a calm smile while covered in blood was something you never thought you would witness.

"you look so pretty tied up like this," He whispered, kissing your cheek as he tugged on the rope that bound your arms and legs before he picked you up and forced you out of your home.

He'd stalked you. He loves you, and now… he has you.

#steve harrrington stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington yandere #yandere #horror #horror slashers #slashers #reader insert #yandere x reader #yandere prompts #birthday prompts #prompt challenge #dark fics #tw yandere #male yandere #yandere stranger things #steve harrington x reader #horror baby birthday #gender neutral insert #x reader

[stillxnunpxidintern]

Steddie x Reader Imagines - Snow Day

As adults with jobs that both Steve and you had to drive too, you never got a snow day these days. You two envied Eddie getting to stay home, as he could do his work from home.

So when the phone started ringing at 6 in the morning, you had wiggle your way out of Steve's and Eddie's hold, as they weren't bothering to get up for it.

Answering it, it was your boss saying that the office was closed today due to the moment of snow that had fallen, and would keep everyone updated on the next few days.

Once that was over with, you snuggled back into bed, knowing you didn't have to go work.

Steve woke up hour later, looked outside at the moment of snow and decided nope, he wasn't going into day, as the street weren't ploughed, and he wasn't gonna risked it, so he called up and said he wouldn't be in.

So all three of you had at least an extra hour of sleep, before your body was like "time to wake to up". So grabbing a dressing gown, you head downstairs and started to make a pot of coffee before grabbing things from fridge to begin breakfast.

Steve was down a little while later after you, a kiss on the cheek as he poured coffee into cup and let the dogs out into the garden to do their business.

Eddie was still half a sleep as he came down, when the food was being dished up and wrapped his arms around you, not really comprehending that you and Steve were still home.

Once at the table and with coffee in him, you could see the wheels in his brain was starting to turn as he looked you both and then clock then back you both, before saying shouldn't you twobe at work.

You both just smiled at him but didn't say anything but you did watch as his mind went into overdrive, as to why you both still home, when neither of you were sick

For the rest of the morning, you and Steve just watched Eddie as he typed away on the computer, working on his book, as he had a deadline coming up soon. While he working he was lost in his own world, so you and Steve were able to watch him in element, seeing him absentminded put pens and pencils in his the mess bun he had going on, with the top of his tongue poking out.

After lunch and having dragged Eddie away from his work for the afternoon, you got them both to join you on a walk. During the walk you had gotten them both with snowballs in the back of the head, and soon they were making snowballs and throwing them at you.

You used Steve as a shield, when Eddie was throwing a ball at you, what made Steve then turn on him. You were crackling to yourself as you watched them fight against each other before they turned their attention back to you.

They quickly caught and picked you up, as they threw you in the a deep snow pile, and you could feel some snow go down your back, as you stood up.

You pouted at them as you made more snowball, and for the next couple of hours you just all just played in the snow, forgetting that you were all actually adult.

Arriving back home, all cheeks and noses were red, fingers were stiff and cold from snow, so all outer layers were hung up as you all stood in front of the fire place warming your hands up.

While neither men were paying attention, you put your still quite cold hands under their tops and on to their lower backs, then watched as they both recoiled from your touch with audio gasp.

This time they decided to get their pay back by dragging you to the floor and tickling you merciless, only stopping when you couldn't breath anymore.

While snow days were rare treat, they were still as exciting and fun, as you remembered, and getting have Steve at home to enjoy it as well, was the cherry on top.

#Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #Reader #Eddie Munson x Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader #Steve Harrrington x Reader x Eddie Munson #Steddie x Reader #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Imagine

[wrenniebaby]

don’t kill me mr. ghostface! —

30. “May our bond be like that of Gomez and Morticia Addams— passionate, timeless and unwavering.” + steve harrington 😭😭😭

it was late on halloween night, all the parties have ended, all the children lay a home getting into their candy stashes against their parents’ wishes, and you had your head laid on steve harrington’s chest. a movie played in the background but your eyes were glued to him ; more specifically, where your hands where joined at your hips. steve’s thumb rubbing back and forth gently on the soft skin of your hand. every few moments he’d press a soft kiss to you forehead, making noises of pure contentness, every time he did so.

you’d never felt as loved ass you do in this moment, the domesticity of it all. the smell of steve all around you, some trophies of his and few pieces of your art he had hanging up. you remember that as well, you’d been so nervous about them, in denial of your gift, and it didn’t take steve more than fifteen minutes to get the pieces on his wall. “i always got to have my girl around me, even when you’re not here.” you smile at the memory, a smile so soft, so full of love, that steve had to pull you out of the clouds.

“whatcha thinking about, doll?” his warm voice brought you out of your trance, you immediately looking up at the handsome man with you. “bout us, i love you, steve. you think we’ll be together forever?” your voice was small and hint of hope followed your words. “yeah, i’d like to think so. i think, we’ll be hopelessly in love with each other, no matter how many years go by. in fact, may our bond be like that of gomez and morticia addams _ passionate, timeless and unwavering.”

a tear tricked down your cheek at his words, poetry at its finest. he thumbed the tear away, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead.

“i love you, baby. with my entire being.”

#love letters. #wren’s lovebirds.☆ #wrennie.fic #steve harrington concept #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington fluff blurb #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrrington #stranger things #steveharringtonedit

[steebharringt0n]

william-hargroves —> steebharringt0n

Hi everyone! It’s been so long but I’m happy to say that I’m back on my ST bullshit again :)

I’m on a HARD Steve Harrington kick (as per my new name change) so I have a couple of stories brewing in my head. I’ll MAYBE one day come back to Billy but as for right now I’m writing for Steve :) here’s a WIP!

knocked up

(based off the song by lykke li & kings of leon)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: two pink lines and a town in ruins - steve harrington knew that hawkins wasn’t a safe place for you. he’s on a mission to find a place that is.

#steve harrrington #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things

[alltheficsiwant]

Here We Go Again | Part Eight

PART Eight | Catastrophe

Summary: The end is near. As they scramble to close the gate, the enemy approaches and tries to do its best shot. Reader wants everyone to come out of this alive including Billy. Everybody is determined to do so. Will they succeed?

Warnings: Mentions of Violence and Death. If you are reading this and you find it triggering, read with CAUTION.

Words: 3k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Harrington!reader

Author's Note: Surprise! I was joking, I had planned to post this the same day as part Seven. But just a bit more later. Ya know? Cause I already completed this in Ao3. :)

Anddd, if you feel like its rushed? That's on purpose. ;) Anywhoooo! Again, I repeat, anything that do not belong in the 80's there, its on me. Let's just think its there at that time. 😅 Then any errors on spelling or grammar, I do apologize. This chapter is unedited. Will edit this soon! Enjoyyyy! - J xxx

PART Seven | Prequel | Masterlist

You watched with your arms crossed against your chest as Dustin attempted to communicate with Hopper until the man himself spoke up. Irritated by Dustin’s insistence. You tilted your head at Dustin observing him.

The kid obviously grew taller and a bit bulkier. Though there is something about him that is different. The air around him screams…. Confidence? Or is it Ego?

“Is it just me or is his ego growing exponentially,” You mumbled to Steve who was standing beside you. You heard Eddie humming at your statement.

“It’s not just you. The kid grew balls,” Steve said and you looked at him disgusted a bit at that statement. Steve looked at you weirdly and shrugged.

“I think it's his tone, right?” Eddie mused out loud.

“Right, that kid, really. During that time we were underground. He was a bit bossy, his ego really needed to be put in check,” Steve ranted as they watched Dustin. “If not that kid would be a loud mouth with a genius head.”

“The genius part is quite accurate. I think Highschool would dampen them a bit?” You mused.

“Well, I hope I’m not there anymore but I’ll make Gareth and Jeff watched over them,” Eddie added and you looked at him with an approving gaze.

“Damn right, if Mrs. O'Donnell gave you another unreasonable grade. I wouldn’t be able to be stopped on what I am going to do to that old woman,” You hissed. Eddie and Steve giving you a disturbing look. Though before they could retort, you froze as you felt the same chill on your spine again. You abruptly turned around startling the other two.

Your eyes stared at the distance and saw the flickering lights over the mall.

“Something’s wrong,” you told them as you felt the coldness deep inside your body. Steve and Eddie turned around.

“Ugh, Hey guys,” He called the other three’s attention and they stood beside you eyes wide.

Dustin suddenly ran towards the cerebro.

“Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop. Do you copy?” Dustin shouted but nothing came through. Only static. Panic looks settled before everyone’s expression.

“Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop. I repeat do you cop—” Growls. All of you froze at that and then all of you heard a clatter.

This time Dustin became frantic as he asked anyone to speak. Snarls.

That pushed you to move, not wanting to wait another second. You heard Steve and Eddie call out your name but you didn’t turn around or Erica asking them where they were going. Dead set on coming to your friend’s rescue.

You at least bothered to put your helmet on as you cranked the dirt bike before Steve, Robin and Eddie reached the car.

Your mind racing as you revved up the bike. As soon as you approached, you lifted the visor to see Billy’s car revving up while Nancy stood facing it. A gun at the ready. You could also hear Steve behind you with the car. 

You watched Billy’s car go straight to Nancy and you did the only thing you can think of. You swore you heard shouts but you didn’t care. Nancy and the rest of them will die.

You revved up the bike and the last minute, trying to remember as much as you can of your training. Turn it sideways and down as you roll over the pavement letting the bike skid over the concrete. You heard a bang, screams, glass shattering and a screeching of tires but you were too busy rolling on the ground until you came to a stop.

Pain radiates to your right ribs as you groan. Eyes blurry and body full of adrenaline as you forced yourself to look. You saw the Camaro upside down. Billy slumped on the ground and unconscious. The dirt bike was destroyed on impact with the tires of the car. Though Steve’s car was there, the bike might have slowed it down but Steve made sure it would stop it. The car looked to be destroyed.

Thank God. You can’t help but slump on the ground at that. You could hear your name being called but it was muffled by the helmet you wore.

Then Eddie appeared, his eyes wide full of worry and anger.

“I knew you would break that promise!” Eddie exclaimed as Steve kneeled beside him. Though there was no time for that as all of you heard a screech. You all turned around to see the creature climbing up the mall.

“We have to go!” Steve shouted as you removed your Helmet. Eddie didn’t even hesitate on lifting you up as they ran back towards Nancy’s car. Whatever was the issue with it was fixed. Jonathan behind the wheels ready to get the fuck out of there.

They opened the back and cramped all of you behind it. You and Eddie on the other side while Robin and Steve cramped on the other. Jonathan immediately pulled out as the beast started to come after you.

“Squirt, are you alright, does anything hurt?” Steve asked, then his face contorted into anger. “You stupid stupid girl,” He cursed.

“Sorry, I can’t think of anything to do,” You told him. You felt Eddie shift until his hands were all over you. For a moment, the atmosphere of being chased by a monster gone as the two fussed over you. 

“You promised me sweetheart,” Eddie hissed at you as he looked over at you.

“Yeah I know, I’m sorry.”

“Jesus Christ, please don’t do anything stupid again. Got it?” Eddie said and you looked at him for a bit. He raised a brow. “Or else I’ll tie you up in my room and you will stay there until I say so,”

“Hey! Who says about—” 

“Dusty-bun you copy?”

“I copy Suzie-poo. Sounds better now thanks,”

A girl’s voice and Dustin’s voice clearly came from the talkie that you noticed Robin was holding. She and Steve looked at each other.

“Suzie,” They both said. You don’t know what they heard during the time you were on the bike. After all, the talkie was with them when things happened. Besides, you can’t think. Your right side hurts like a bitch.

You groaned as you clutched on it.

Eddie cursed as he called out your name. You just lean to him, thanking his foresight of sitting you on his right. Your left doesn’t hurt.

“What hurts baby?” You heard Eddie asked.

You just reached for the hem of your shirt and unashamedly lifted it up. You were in a sports bra. (You are patting yourself on the back for foresight too). Your scars are visible to all to see. You heard a gasp on your right but you didn’t bother and then Steve and Eddie cursed you.

“I told you not to play hero!” Eddie exclaimed and you looked down to see a bruise that you swore looked like Texas. Huh, Texas? You must have really hit your head despite the helmet. You lolled your head to Eddie’s shoulder.

“Hurts.” You blurted out.

“No shit,” Steve said to you, a background noise of voices can be heard from the talkie and before anyone can tackle your obvious bruised state. You heard singing.

“Turn around, look at what you see,” Dustin’s voice sang through the talkie. That abruptly made everyone look at the talkie weirdly.

“In her face the mirror of your dreams.” He continued to sing. Steve and Robin looked at each other dumbfounded while Eddie blinked rapidly at the talkie. You are just confused as to why you are hearing Never Ending Story while a monster is crawling its way towards you.

“What the fuck?” You heard someone murmur. What the fuck indeed.

All of you can’t do anything but look at each other bewildered as the couple now harmonizes as they continue to sing the song. Baffled at the sudden situation. After a few moments, you don’t know how long but you knew it was enough for you to snap out of your pain daze to focus on what the hell is going on.

The singing stopped and then the girl, Suzie spoke up.

“Plank’s constant is 6.62607004.” Suzie stated.

“You just save the world,” Dustin exclaimed in relief and they started to be loved up to each other until it got cut.

“What just happened?” Robin asked.

“I guess, Suzie is real,” Steve offered at them but then your eyes trained towards the monster. It suddenly stopped, looked around and then started to run back.

“Ugh! Guys! The monster,” You exclaimed and they all turned back to see it retreating. You then looked around finally registering who is missing in the group. “Eleven is back at the mall,” 

Suddenly you felt Eddie’s grip on you as you nearly got tossed towards Robin who Steve shielded. If you are more sane and not in pain, you would have noticed something is going on between the two but you have other matters to attend to.

The car screeched and Jonathan maneuvered it to turn around. Going back to the mall as fast as they can. All of your eyes are now trained up front as the monster crawled incredibly fast. It nearly disappeared out of sight. 

“Go faster!” You shouted as Jonathan gritted his teeth behind the wheels. It took a few more minutes, as soon as you reached the mall entrance. You heard a shout, a familiar one.

“El!” You exclaimed as you all burst out. The adrenaline kicked yet again in you as you sprinted with the rest in time. The moment you reached the lobby, you gasped as you saw Billy pinned El to the ground. 

“Billy!” You shouted and his eyes turned towards you. His eyes clear as the day you met him at the pool. Tears falling in his eyes. 

Suddenly fireworks started to erupt towards the monster. Lucas and the rest must have started and despite Eddie’s call to your name you moved forward.

“Let her go Billy,” You told him as he stared at you.

Then he whispered your name. You nodded as you pressed your hand over your chest. 

“Yes, it's me. Fight it, you don’t have to do this,” you told him as he looked at you. “You promised to prove me wrong right? Prove me wrong please,” You pleaded.

In the corner of your eye, you saw Max frozen in the spot as she looked over at Eleven and Billy. 

Then the fireworks stopped, Billy turned towards the monster. All of you did as it faced back to Eleven. There was a tense moment, a stare off of some sorts. You took advantage of it.

You just ran towards her, helping her and Billy looked at you. His eyes were soft as you looked back at him. Fear in your eyes as you hugged El to you.

Eddie shouted your name. You just looked up in time to see the monster's tentacle coming out of its mouth and went straight to El and you. You hugged Eleven close to your chest, closing your eyes. Bracing for the pain.

“No!” Your eyes opened and turned to see Billy holding it with his hands. You were frozen as you watched him yell and push. But he was just a man now, no mind flayer providing strength.

The monster called for the other tentacles and overwhelmed him. Taking him from both sides.

“Billy!” You found yourself shouting as he screamed in pain. The monster is holding his body above ground. Black blood dripped out of his body. Then he screamed one final time, and the monster delivered the final blow in the middle of his chest.

“Billy!” You heard Max shout this time. Her screams horrified. You watched as Billy’s body went down. As soon as it did, the monster started to throw a rampage. Destroying the mall.

“The gate is closing!” Someone shouted as you all watched the monster lose its mind. Then finally, it slumped down. Lifeless as it melted slowly. Fire consuming the mall.

A deafening silence enveloped the whole mall. You felt someone kneel beside the both of you. Someone taking El from your arms but your eyes never left Billy’s body. Until you feel Eddie’s arms around you.

“Hey sweetheart,” He only greeted softly then you saw Max calling out to her stepbrother. Your eyes went to her and you knew you had to go to her.

“I need to go to her Eddie,” You told him and he only nodded as he lifted you up. Once you are on your feet, you rush over to Max as you look over to Billy.

“I-I’m sorry,” You heard him stutter as you looked over at his body. You didn’t think, you pressed a hand over his chest to something…. anything, but it was too deep. As if the monster made sure it would kill him. Then Billy turned his head towards you, his eyes blinking before he forced it out.

“I-I p-prove you w-rong,” He stuttered out as you stared. “Y-you’re s-safe no-w,” He tried to say as he blinked.

“Yes you did,” you only said as you looked back at him. “You proved me wrong,”

You watched as his face twitched before he stilled. Max cried out and threw herself in your arms. You immediately clutched on to her as you tucked her head against your neck. Your tears falling as your heart broke.

Your heart broke that you could have done something more. You could have done something and could have helped him but you knew after what happened. Billy wouldn’t be the same for you and everyone.

Tonight, he did prove you wrong. You just wished he was alive to reap his efforts and as you clutched Max against you. You knew the girl would need you more than ever and as a promise. You will take care of her. Billy’s death should not be in vain.

You don’t know how long Max was in your arms until you hear sirens outside. You felt Lucas taking Max from you but she wouldn’t budge. Instead you assured Lucas she will be fine and let Eddie guide the two of you out of the mall. 

Everything was chaotic after that. You and the others are swept towards a medical team on standby. The kids' parents showed up and you saw how they delivered the news of Billy’s death to Niel who was there with Sarah who had Max in her arms.

Wayne showed up too, worried about Eddie. Uncle Harold apparently just came home with Aunt. They were there too but you noticed someone missing. As the ambulance tended to your wounds, you watched as Joyce clutched El who cried in her arms. Hopper was missing among them and you knew that you guys lost another one.

“All clear. Just don’t strain yourself and if you feel more pain after a few days, it's best to have your ribs checked in the hospital,” The ENT told you. You looked down at your hands as you finally now had the time to process everything.

Tom, Barry, Heather, Mrs. Driscoll, Hopper and Billy and many others are dead. How are you guys going to explain what happened here? Is it really over?

“Hey,” you jumped a bit as you looked up to see Steve and Eddie there. The both of them patched up properly. They looked at each other before they sat on each side of you. You unconsciously leaned more towards Eddie as he lifted an arm to lay on your shoulder. Though your hand reached for Steve who took it intertwining your fingers together. A kinship as cousins that you both developed.

“Hopper’s gone,” Steve broke the silence as you looked at him. You felt him squeeze your hand.

“I know, El was in Joyce’s arms,” You told him as he nodded. He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair with the free one.

“This is one hell of a week,” Steve breathed as he looked on. “And another following,” His eyes trailed over Max and her family weeping over the covered body of Billy. Silence enveloping the three of you. 

“Billy’s dead,” you can’t help but say as you broke it this time. “Max will need us,” You told them as you looked between them. “The kids will need us to process this. We can’t leave them alone,”

“We won’t,” Eddie promised as you looked back at him. “But you have to promise not to play the hero again, okay?”

“Right, no throwing yourself or any motorbikes on incoming vehicles,” Steve added as he looked at you with glare.

“Don't throw yourself right in front of the monster and make yourself a sacrifice,” Eddie added more.

You sighed as you looked at both of them. “As long as the gates are closed, I promise but if your lives are in danger. You both know I wouldn’t hesitate and you must promised the same,”

“Yeah, we know,” Steve and Eddie said in unison. You sighed as you snuggled further in Eddie’s arms watching the scene unfold. Steve continues to hold your hand firmly.

“Hey Harrington,”

“Yes?” You and Steve chimed together. Eddie looked at the both of you with a raised brow.

“I mean, the one with the Hair,” Eddie said.

“I have hair too,” you told him as you looked at him with a raised brow. Eddie sighed as he looked at you with deadpan eyes.

“If I say Harrington, I mean Steve while you—” He leaned down to kiss your lips soundly. “ You are Sweetheart when kind and Spitfire when naughty,”

“Oh Gosh, please. Can you make me anymore single?” Steve muttered.

“So I was saying, I have an offer for you Stevie, “ Eddie said and that made Steve grunt at the nickname. You just shook your head fondly at Eddie.

“What is it?”

“What are your thoughts on a camping vacation?”

Steve looked at him for a while before he shrugged. “Not one for boy scouts but I hear the vacation word. We would need the break after everything else,”

“Well, that’s settled. Let’s prepare something for the kids,”

“After Billy and Hopper’s funeral,” You told them.

“Yeah, after.”

Epilogue will be next...

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Go For It | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Steve has been your “movie guy” at Family Video for a while now. Little does he know that the main reason you’ve been buying these movies is to flirt with him and just maybe ask him out…

Warnings: Steve being oblivious babygirl

Note: hey hottees! Happy New Year! I hope to be writing a lot more on Tumblr💗

(Possibly might be a Smut Part 2?? Let me know if you guys want one?)

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The bell chimes as you enter the door of Family Video. A smile on your lips and an intent in mind as you walk confidently toward the front counter. “There’s my favorite customer.” Steve says to you with his signature smile.

Steve Harrrington, the “boy next door”, the ex- “King Steve” or for your case, “The hot Family Video employee that has a hard time understanding that you’re flirting with him.”

For the past two weeks you’ve been coming into the movie store in need of new movies to watch. The first time you came was truly because you were in need of something new and Steve in all his strong, beautiful and delicious glory helped you no problem with finding a comedy for you and your girlfriends to watch one night.

You could hardly understand half of what he was telling you about the movie when you were purchasing it. You were too busy ogling his toned arms and the many freckles across his face. You wondered if you played your cards right, you’d be able to see if there were any more freckles in other more delicate places.

The movie he recommended wasn’t actually bad and you jokingling made him your “movie guy”. You had said it to flirt and make him laugh but Steve took it seriously. He stood proud, almost cocky saying, “If you ever need a new movie, I’m your man.” pointing his thumb towards himself as you return the movie back to him a few days later.

You did in fact let him be your man and nearly spent half your pay checks each week to come in and buy movies. You would flirt and banter with him and Steve would laugh and banter right back with you.You could tell he enjoyed your company but you weren’t too sure if he was getting what you were throwing down.

One day, you came to return a movie and Steve was on his break so Robin did it instead. The two of you both knew of each other. Being in the same classes from time to time throughout the school years but you never had any mutual friends. You both talked as Robin ringed up the movie for a return and a calm silence covered you both.

Your rings made clinking noise with every tap of your fingers with the rhythm of whatever song was playing softly through the store speakers.

That sudden calm was quickly interrupted by an eager Robin.

“I think you should just go for it.” she blurts out to you.

You turn your head to see the girl staring back at you. Not too sure (you’re pretty sure) what she was referring to you tell her as such. “Go for what?” Robin looks back to where you assume is the back room door to see if Steve was coming out.

“Ask Steven out.” she whispers to you with an amused gleam in her eyes.

You peek over to the same door Robin had looked back at only seconds before, before you lean over the counter closer to her and whisper. “You think?? Because I’ve been subtly flirting with him for almost a month and he hasn’t shown much interest.”

The short haired dirty blonde eyes widen in shock, “Pfftt. Oh he’s totally interested. Number one, I mean look at you you’re gorgeous, I mean your pretty cool gal. Number 2, Steve doesn’t know if someone is flirting with him unless he’s the one that seeks them out. I know he had this “reputation” a while back but that ship has long sailed for a while and he hasn’t been doing that well in the flirtatious department if we’re being honest.” Robin says all this to you rapidly, adding finger quotation marks when she says “reputation”.

“And Number 3 and please listen when I say this. Sometimes Steve isn’t the brightest fish in the sea. If he was a dog, you would need to tell him that the bone is a treat before you give it to him or else he’ll think it's a friend and play fetch with it or something.” she finishes.

You try to take in all that she said as much as you could, trying to understand the innuendo she threw in at the end. Nodding at her words you eyes going unfocused as you get lost in your head in thought. After a few seconds you eventually grab the receipt Robin hands you.

“So yea I think you should go for it. Trust me you won’t be disappointed.” she says with a smile.

You tell her that you’ll keep it in mind and thank her before leaving the video store.

The conversation between the two of you was a few days ago.

But today, today was the day you were going to ask Steve out. You made the decision the night before. You put on your favorite outfit, listened to the songs that make you feel the most confident and didn’t forget to tell yourself some positive affirmations before you left. There was also a pint of mint chip ice cream waiting for you in the freezer just in case Robin was lying and this all didn’t go how you wanted to. (You were just making sure to check every box.)

So here you were at the counter that Steve stood behind as he leaned over to get closer to you as he spoke. “So did Jim and Janine like “Die Hard”?”.

Jim was your neighbor who you’ve known since you were young. Him and his wife Janine were in need of something new to watch and you offered to get them a movie. Saying that you knew a guy who gave out pretty good suggestions. Was it another excuse for you to show up at his job and flirt with the boy? Yes but your neighbors didn’t need to know.

“They loved it, it is definitely going to be a favorite for them.” you say to him. Steve is clearly happy with your response telling you as always that he’s happy to help.

You try to take a subtle deep breath to gather as much confidence and bravery before speaking. ‘Here it goes’, you think to yourself. “Aside from returning this,” you place both hands over the movie you placed on the counter. Rings clinking against the plastic cover.

“I am looking for something to watch for myself and I’m in need of your recommendations.” You say to him.

Steve nods his head, “No problem. Any genre you in mood for? Maybe a little action movie for yourself or a good comedy.” He places the “Die Hard” movie in the return pile next to Robin who you had no clue was even there until just now. You lock eyes with her briefly as she gives you a subtle thumbs up and mouths “go for it”.

“I think I’m in the mood for romance. Any suggestions?” You tell him softly.

Steve drums the table with his hand repeatedly as he thinks. You assume he has a movie in mind once he walks from behind the front counter and walks toward you. He places his hand lightly against the middle of your back and leads you toward the romance section. “I have a few movies in mind that you might like.”

The two of you are in the romance aisle. Between two shelves that cause you both to be a lot closer compared to the distance you were before. The front counter made a barrier between the two of you. But now you can see every detail of Steve Harrington. The small freckles against his arms, the sweet yet warm scent of his cologne as he passes you to pick up a couple movies for your suggestion. The tip of his tongue sticking out against his lip as he concentrates. Looking between each movie to choose the perfect one for you. Fuck, he’s too cute and you hope he says yes to your proposal.

“Here we are m’lady.” His voice brings you out of spacing out thinking about how cute Steve was. You smile to bring yourself back and hope Steve couldn’t tell you were staring at him and daydreaming. He raises two movies, one in each hand out to you.

“We have the great “Sixteen Candles”. A very cute and classic Rom-Com deal.” He starts to tell you about the movie, a short and sweet summary of the movie without giving any spoilers.

“And if you’re not feeling for that we’ve got “Endless Love”, a bit more of romance and with a good amount of dramatic flair.” He gives the short rundown of that movie without giving any spoilers for that one also.

You nod your hand and act as if you’re thinking of choosing one or the other. “Both good choices.” You say to him which earns you a beautiful Steve Harrington smile.

Here it goes.

“There’s a new movie that came out not too long ago. I don’t know if it's on video yet or if you guys even have it. It’s um- I can’t remember the name. There’s a guy works at a laundromat in the movie-” you start, looking a bit confused as you act as if you’re trying to remember the name of the movie that’s been repeating in your head about a thousand times since last night.

“Oh yea we do I think. One sec.” Steve walks further down the aisle and skims the shelves for the movie you were talking about. He picks it up and walks back toward you waving the movie in his hand. “This is the one right?” He hands it to you.

You nod happily, “Yea! That’s the one.” you look up at him smiling brightly and he’s smiling right back you. He asks if you were searching for any more movies and with a shake of your head, he leads you back to the register to cash out the movie.

Robin is no longer standing behind the counter but she’s acting as if she’s making herself useful. Stocking a few shelves with movies. It’s her subtle attempt to give your privacy to ask Steve out but still be able to eavesdrop on the whole thing.

Steve walks behind the counter and begins to ring up the movie, muttering the lyrics to the song from the radio in the background. You think to yourself that now is a good time as any to ask him out. You won’t get this opportunity again. Despite Robin teling you about Steve’s lack of dates, you doubt that’s going to last forever. I mean look at him, he’s Steve Harrington.

You clear you’re throat before speaking, “So uh-How many movies does a girl have to buy for you to ask her out?”

Steve freezes in what he’s doing, the movie in his hand as he stares at you. His eyebrows raised in curiosity and shock. “What?”

You don’t let his confusion or shock stop you. You’re on a roll now, you can’t just quit.

“This movie is still in theaters. It’s not that busy now but I still would love to see it on the big screen. Maybe instead of me getting this tape,” you grab the movie softly from his hands. Steve still so frozen in shock he lets you. You place the movie down on the counter and slide it away.

“Maybe you and I can go see it? If you want, that is.” you finish.

You look up at him sweetly and Steve blinks once, twice, a few more times. He swallows like theres a lump stuck in his throat and before he speaks, he nods.

“Ye-Yea.” he starts, his voice cracking at first before he clears his throat and shakes his head subtly to get shake himself out of it.

“Yea uh that’d be great.” He finally responds.

You smile brightly at him. You go on your tippy toes to reach over the counter for the pen that was in the front pocket of his jeans. You hear Steve gasp slightly before you go back to how you were normally standing.

You grab his arm softly and he lets you and you uncap the pen. “I’m free on Saturday but you can call me so we can figure out a time that works for you.” you say to him, writing your number on his arm. You put a heart and small smiley face at the end of it before handing the pen back to him with a smile.

You don’t let him say anything else to you as you say goodbye and begin to walk away. But that’s before you see Robin out of the corner of your eye who gives you a wink and a big thumbs up. You exit Family Video and walk a few paces before letting out an excited squeal when there was no one around.

You just scored yourself a date with Steve Harrington.

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(Did I use Joe Kerry’s song as the title…maybe)

HEY HOTTEES OMG ITS BEEN SO LONG <3

Small life update, Im a working girlie so thats where most of my time goes and im way too tired to do anything else but sleep. But hopefully this year that changes!

I miss my friends on here and I hope to make new ones so please don’t be shy to send me a message!!

Hoped you enjoyed this fic of reader being down bad in need for Steve

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Definitely Not Dreaming

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Request from Anon: Harrington!reader, Steve’s little sister. Popular, a cheerleader, first time senior and Chrissy’s best friend. But she has a secret that only her best friend knows. She’s had a crush on Eddie Munson since middle school. She’s afraid to tell him, thinking there’s no way he’d be into her. Until one day in the cafeteria, Jason Carver calls Eddie a freak. She confronts him, and punches him in the face, breaking or spraining her hand/wrist. Guess her little secret is out, and she may never be popular again.

Word Count: 3401

Eddie Masterlist

Popularity basically came hand in hand with being a Harrrington. When you first started highschool, a year after Steve did and without knowing anyone thanks to the private school you had been in, everyone who had adored him immediately decided to adore you as well. Mostly it was to try to get King Steve, a horrible nickname that you still tease him about, to like them. You weren’t complaining at first, it came with plenty of friends and invites to groups and parties, hell cheerleading basically fell into your lap. 

You hadn’t even been looking to join the squad when you first got to Hawkins High, the head cheerleader at the time, Becca, had searched you out after hearing about Steve Harrington's little sister being a freshman. It was some ploy to try to get into his pants but that didn’t make you enjoy it any less. You had never done it before but, and you could blame it on your perky attitude and your energy, you quickly fell in love with cheering. It didn’t matter that it took up a lot of your free time or that most girls on the squad were bitches, it was so much fun and if you hadn’t joined the team who knows if you would’ve become best friends with Chrissy. Robin on the other hand you’re sure you would’ve been friends with either way.

The downside to the popularity, that you’ve complained relentlessly to Steve about, is no one wants to actually get to know you or wants you to actually be yourself. You let one intrusive thought out at a party once and it was like a record scratch moment where everyone in the area looked at you like you were crazy. Since then you’ve kept the real you locked behind this more watered down version and are only really your whole genuine self around Chrissy and Robin, who you were friends with first and will never let Steve forget.

But the worst part about being part of the popular crowd by far was that Eddie Munson avoided you like the plague. It seemed like anytime you tried to approach him he’d veer some other way or seemingly disappear in the crowd of students. It’s not like you could blame him, not completely at least, you’ve seen how everyone treats him. You just wish he’d give you a chance to show him you’re not like everyone else.

You have the biggest crush on the older boy. It started years ago when you attended the talent show Hawkins middle school had to watch Steve. You watched his band perform with stars in your eyes before having to run after a freaking out Steve due to your parents lack of caring. After hyping him up as much as you could and getting him excited all over again you bumped into the big brown eyed boy and talked to him until your brother took the stage. You never interacted with him after that and had almost completely forgotten about the small silly crush until you happened to spot him in the hall your first day of freshman year.

You hadn’t recognized him at first but how could you? It was the first time in three years that you saw him. But then he threw his head back in laughter in the boyish way you used to replay in your head daydreaming about the boy you met once and you immediately knew who he was. 

Your crush has since then come back full swing and gotten worse. He’s just so pretty and even though he makes himself seem scary you know he’s still so sweet. The evidence was there when he approached Jonathan when Will was missing to offer him whatever support he might need and more recently in how he’s really helped the kids you’ve come to love like your own siblings feel accepted in their new environment. Both instances cause you to want to let out a dreamy sigh just thinking about them. 

Steve makes a joke here or there about the crush you had when you were younger but hasn’t realized yet that it still exists. But really Chrissy and Robin are the only ones who know about it. You don’t keep it a secret because you fear losing your popularity, if they stop liking you just because of who you like then good riddance, no you keep it secret because if it got out to him you think you might just die. To you the idea that maybe he would ever like you too seems completely impossible. A fact that is so funny to you seeing as you’ve literally helped the kids fight monsters. And if that’s not impossible, nothing should be.

“Earth to Y/n!” Chrissy waves her hand in front of your face to get your attention away from Eddie down the hall back to whatever she was saying.

“I’m here, I’m here! What is it?” She laughs as you jump and turn to face her trying to act like you’ve been paying attention the whole time.

“You were not! Stop ogling your boyfriend and start hyping yourself up for the pep rally at the end of the day.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You murmur and take one last glance at the boy laughing with Dustin at the kids locker. “What’s the rally for again?”

“Introducing this year's basketball team and celebrating the football team's undefeated victory.”

“Oh yeah. I’m so excited to cheer for Lucas. He's been so happy about making the team.” He had been over your house almost everyday for a month to play with Steve to get ready for tryouts. And as far as you know you were the first person he told that he made the team. He had been practically giddy with his happiness.

“I just hope Jason doesn’t go overboard with hazing this year like last time.” Last year it had been so bad that two freshmen quit right before the first game. They just barely had a full team for it.

“I swear if he makes Lucas hate the game I’ll kill your boyfriend myself.” You’re already on the brink of hitting him or something with how he treats everyone who isn’t part of the “it crowd”. You’re still not even sure what Chrissy sees in him but that’s a battle you lose every time you bring it up.

“Yeah, I know.” She sighs as she closes her locker not wanting to get into it with you. “Now come on, let’s get to the cafeteria before it gets too crowded.” 

You follow behind her. It’s not that the two of you want to beat the crowd for the line, you pack yourself more food than you can eat because Chrissy’s mom packs her basically scraps to eat and you want to make sure she eats more than a handful of carrots. The two of you just hate maneuvering through students holding trays. As the two of you sit down in your usual seats you hope Mike is there early enough it’s easy to spot him so you can give him the lunch he forgot in your car today. 

“Mike!” You get up when you spot him walking towards their table with Lucas and head his way, lunch bag in hand. You smile and wave to Lucas as you pass each other so you can stop in front of Mike.

“What’s going on over there Sinclair?” Eddie asks when Lucas sits down nodding his head in your direction. “Mike having issues?” 

“What, no it’s just Y/n.”

“I know, Harrington's sister. Why’s that happening?” He motions again to your laughing form and Mike’s smile at being handed a brown paper bag.

“I don’t know man it could be anything. Why do you care so much?”

“I don’t.” He does. Because he cares about if anyone other than him gives Mike a hard time. But also because he remembers the little girl he met all those years ago and how sweet he had thought she was and the big crush he had on her. Kids were cruel to him even back then so you had been like a breath of fresh air and after losing you in the crowd when you went back to take your seat to watch Steve perform he searched for you relentlessly in the halls of Hawkins Middle School just for you to not be there. And then you showed up here your freshman year and immediately joined the crowd that has tried to make his life hell for so long and he thought that sweet girl was gone. 

And then he met Dustin, Mike, and Lucas and after hearing them talk about you between themselves he realized you were still a big sweetheart. And has since noticed how you give Chrissy half your lunch almost everyday and how you don’t laugh along with the others when they’re harassing another student and have even just walked away on occasion. Some days when it’s really bad he’s watched you get up and move to sit with the band kids where you look happier and more comfortable.

As you take your seat next to Chrissy again you try not to make it obvious as you look over to watch the table, specifically Eddie, greet Mike.

“Pretty sure he was just watching you again.” 

“Shut up Chrissy, he doesn’t watch me.” You groan and roll your eyes before getting your own lunch out and passing half your sandwich over to her. “He avoids me like he’ll catch a disease if we even walk down the same hallway.” She always tries to tell you that he watches you when you’re not paying attention but if that was true he wouldn’t turn as soon as he sees you in the direction he’s heading.

“Hey babe.” Jason greets Chrissy as he sits at the end of the table. “Y/n.” 

“Jason.” You hold in your scoff as his neanderthal friends sit down with him. You scooch closer to Chrissy as Andy sits next to you invading your space. You’d be scared of him if you haven’t witnessed Eddie fighting him in the past and how he backs off now as soon as Eddie starts moving towards him.

“Hey doll face.” He leans in closer to you like he normally does. He has the audacity to think the two of you should get together because you’re both best friends with Chrissy and Jason. You just wish Patrick would’ve been the one to get here before him like he’s been trying to do. “How bout you and me go to the drive in tonight?”

“How about no. I think Patty’s free tonight, you should try asking her.” You bring attention to your squadmate who you know has a thing for the idiot next to you.

“Hey!” Patrick squeezes in across from you. “Where’s Lucas at?” That gets Andy’s attention away from you.

“Yeah, where’s the fresh meat?”

“At the freaks table.” Jason joins in as he spots Lucas and you send Chrissy a look knowing that something is about to happen that’ll make you mad. “Sinclair! You don’t belong over there with the freakazoids anymore, you’re one of us now.” Lucas looks over confused and obviously not wanting to leave his friends. With his friends jeering and support Jason gets more arrogant and egotistical obviously enjoying all the positivity he’s getting from the table of cheerleaders and jocks. “If you don’t sit with us, you’re not on the team.”

Lucas’s eyes go wide in shock and he murmurs an unseen apology to his friends before gathering his lunch up and standing to move. You gasp at Jason's threat which goes unheard to everyone but Chrissy, drowned in the cheers and laughter, who shares a stunned look with you and grabs onto your wrist in her shock. Your chair scraping on the ground as you stand up cuts through the noise and brings almost the whole room's attention to you.

“You have to be out of your fucking mind! What the hell do you think you’re doing threatening him like that?” You don’t see it but Robin stands up ready to get you out of there if need be once you step around Chrissy to get closer to the man himself. Eddie gets up as soon as Jason’s attention turns to you.

“It’s my team I can decide who stays on it or not.” You make a failing buzzer noise causing him to flinch.

“Wrong. Last I checked you weren’t the coach and Lucas was already officially added to the team. You can’t just decide he’s off it just because he’s friends with people you don’t like.” Your anger just keeps boiling up in you and your instinct to protect your found family comes front and center.

“Nothing's official until the pep rally announcement, if he wants to sit with a bunch of loser weirdos then he can stay a fucking loser weirdo.” You go to lunge for him but someone grabs your middle to stop you. Jason’s so angry that you even tried to do something that he doesn’t even notice who pulled you back. “You little-”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Eddie steps up so you’re positioned behind him and he’s the one staring down Jason. He takes a step back and Eddie smirks before putting his hands on your shoulders to turn you towards the door. “Just keep walking sweetheart.” He speaks so only you can hear him.

“Yeah, go run off with king freak!” You turn around and swing without thinking twice about it, landing your punch to Jason's cheek before Eddie grabs you and forces you out of the room. “Fucking bitch!” If Eddie wasn’t so focused on getting you away from him he’d punch Jason himself. Robin heads over to collect your stuff glaring at Jason before following the two of you out hoping to catch up before losing you becomes an option. 

“Stupid fucking airhead who does he think he is?” You grumble to yourself letting Eddie guide you outside. “Shit that hurt.” You shake out your hand as he has you sit at one of the picnic tables. You were used to swinging bats and shit not punching things.

“Flex your hand for me.” Eddie lightly holds onto your arm right below your wrist while crouching in front of you. You nod and do it the rest of you freezing because wow he’s so close to you right now. And his brown eyes are observing your hand and wrist like it’s the most precious thing in the world. “Good. Can you rotate your wrist? Any pain there?”

“It’s not like a this is gonna hurt in the morning kind of hurt but it is a why the hell would you do that kind of hurt.” He chuckles at your observations and it’s like a whole beehive formed in your stomach.

“You definitely didn’t break anything then, and I doubt you sprained anything either. Can’t imagine a girl like you goes around punching people often so that’s good.” He balls your hand into a fist oh so gently to make sure you can still form one before moving it around to double check. And suddenly the bees are swarming out of the hive and up your chest.

“I remember you, you know.” The words just fall out of your mouth and you have no control over it.

“What?” At this Eddie looks up to meet your eyes with his own.

“From years ago, we were still kids and I was there to watch Steve in the talent show. And I bumped into you at one point and we just sorta talked for a while before he was called onto the stage. I thought you were just the cutest back then, cuter now with all this hair though. Oh God I’m gonna shut up now.” Eddie laughs at your short ramble and lets go of your hand even though he’d like to keep holding it.

“I remember you too.” He rests his arms on his knees as he slightly leans back.

“You do? Then why do you avoid me every chance you get? We could’ve been friends this whole time.”

“When I first found out you were gonna be here for your high school years I wasn’t planning on it. But then you got here and immediately started hanging around the crowd you do and I don’t know, I figured that you would maybe join them in their taunting and teasing.” You go to speak but he puts a hand over your mouth so he can finish. “So I just decided to avoid you completely so my memory of you being so nice wouldn’t get tainted. But then I’d see you help other kids and give Chrissy half your food during lunch and I realized you were still probably the nicest one of them. And then Dustin and his friends started this year and they constantly talk about you among themselves or bring you up in happy memories. I wanted to approach you then but I haven’t wanted to bring you into all the shit they throw at me.”

“Welcome to being a Harrington, popularity just falls into your lap whether you want it and enjoy the people around you or not.” You speak when he finally takes his hand away. “Besides I think I may have just fucked that up for me myself.”

“If you don’t like any of them why stay around them?”

“They aren’t all bad, Chrissy’s my best friend and Patrick is nice when you get to know him. Some other girls on the cheer team are alright too. It’s just the majority that are dicks. I just, I love cheering so much that I’m willing to force myself to be around them.” 

“Well you’ll have me and the guys if that’s so.” It’s silent for a minute before Eddie speaks again.

“I tried to search for you, after the talent show. I’d scour the halls between classes and pray I’d spot you.”

“I went to a private all girls school, something about my parents wanting me to be proper.”

“It’s a shame, I had the biggest fucking crush on you sweetheart.” You gasp and before you know it your hands are grabbing his jacket and pulling him up to connect your lips.

“Shit, sorry.” You pull away as soon as you realize what you’re doing. “I just, I had a big crush on you too.”

“Don’t be sorry.” One of his hands cradles your face while the other holds onto the back of your neck pulling you into another, more desperate kiss. Your hands immediately go to his hair that you’ve been dying for years to play with as you match his energy.

“There you are, I grabbed your stuff since you left without it. Woah, I’m definitely interrupting something.” Robin comes out with your book bag in hand, freezing when she sees what’s happening. The two of you part at the sudden intrusion and look at Robin eyes wide. “Oh Steve’s definitely gonna kill one of you.” 

“Who’s Steve killing?” Chrissy appears next to Robin slightly out of breath from chasing her down. “Oh.” She takes in the two of you slightly breathless and Eddie’s hands on your bare thighs where they fell to after breaking apart. “Oh.”

“We don’t actually have time for this. Isn’t the cheer squad practicing with the band crew before the rally?”

“Yeah, we gotta go.” Chrissy grabs you and pulls you up to get to the gym.

“Bye Eddie, see you at the pep rally?”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be there.” He has just enough time to see you smile at him before the door closes behind you. Robin sighs at seeing his own dopey smile.

“I’ll tell her to meet you after so you can get her number or something.”

“Thanks Buckley! You’re the man!” She rolls her eyes and disappears leaving Eddie to dramatically fall back onto the concrete in disbelief.

“First I actually punched Jason and then that? Chrissy, pinch me I think I might be dreaming.” She does so, making you yelp. “Definitely not dreaming then.” You make a show of pumping your fist in the air causing your friend to laugh before you go back to normal to face the rest of the cheer squad.

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[loveshotzz]

Now that I’m mapping out part 2 of New Years Eve, I’m thinking it might become 2 of 3 parts Would ya’ll be into that?

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[stevebabey]

Hi hi hi!! Congratulations so much on your milestone! I haven’t been following for very long but you are one of my favorite Steve writers, bar none. Thanks for sharing your writing with the internet 💖

📽 If I may step behind the beaded curtain of Family Video…

Post-battle, one of the many you’ve shared with Steve, and you just want to stop thinking. Thinking hurts, especially when you think about the fact that you almost just lost each other!! Steve is being lovey and sweet and altogether way too nice while you make out so you bite his lip, ruck your hands through his hair, roll your hips a little harder. He lets you flip him underneath you, but it’s still not enough, so you’re pulling at his mouth and fisting his shirt in ur hands and avoiding eye contact bc if you cry that’s it, it’s over, he won’t fuck you like you want it. But of course he notices, and tries to soothe you, “baby baby honey. Please. Shhhh. Talk to me” with kisses on your cheeks and petting at your hair and worry creasing his brow. And godammit if he doesn’t make you talk to him like a healthy adult who processes their feelings 🙄 before eating you out while holding ur hands for comfort. And maybe he doesn’t fuck you like you want it, but definitely how you NEED it. He always knows 🥺

(I’m sorry if that’s too long I just got so excited to share this and talk with you and if it’s not your style I totally understand and congrats regardless!!!!)

anon u came to the RIGHT place for some tender loving sex i am ALL for that shit!!! also hello!!!! i’m so very pleased to have u here!! u make me blush honey, and yes indeed come behind da beaded curtain hehe - also DAMN i do not know how to shut up apparently, i sat down to write this, fixed myself a g&t and clearly went a bit insane <3 hope u love! 18+ content below the cut MDNI

maybe it’s a bit too much of a close call this time, or it’s just that you’ve been here too many times but either way your nerves are frayed tonight— and the solution lies in steve’s arms. there’s something bout the skin-to-skin that soothes one part of you entirely while setting another part aflame- you love him and you nearly lost him tonight and it sets you about with a burning desire, nearly delirious in how his lips feel against yours, how he feels pressed against you when you grind in his lap and clutch at his shirt- you’re tugging at the fabric but don’t even pause your kisses for a moment, just try to tug it up and off. it’s the first sign to steve that tonight is different, that you’re needier than usual. he murmurs his assurances of love, soft and low, “it’s alright, honey,” he mumbles between the heated kisses, “we’re both alright, we made it out,” and he gives what you want, his shirt off and then your own

but he’s being soft, all delicate and caring with you and normally you adore that- the sweet lovebites scattered along your neck that’ll be gone by morning- tonight, instead it feels like you’re treated like glass, like in your mind maybe he’s still preparing to say goodbye in some twisted final way — so you use your hands to press him down, knees straddling his waist and try your best to let the message sink in; if he fucks you rough, it’s like none of the hurt of tonight happened, like the shit you went through didn’t happen at all. hands in his hair, hips rolling down sinfully and pulling groans from his throat, you reattach your mouths and desperation pours from your lips- you don’t want to slow down, to think about what you’ve both barely escaped and agonisingly, steve can tell — his hands grasp your face and halt your kisses but the moment you pause, you won’t look at him, can’t look at him. suddenly you’re embarrassed and steve is all quiet murmurs, “hey, hey, honey, what’s this? what’s going on with my girl?” and his nose nudges against yours, encouraging u to answer and your voice is smaller than ever as you give some pititful excuse, some line that usually riles him up, “just wanna feel you, stevie, just wanna fuck you,” and you grind down on him

steve knows you better than that though and though he hisses, pleasure spiking at the grind you give, he moves his hands to stop your hips- the movement they pause, his hands climb up and cradle your face as his features give away his worry. there’s a terrible furrow in his brown, eyes pooled with concern and he pulls you close, dozens of kisses against your cheeks, your nose, your forehead as he murmurs to you, “honey, please, talk to me,” and you do exactly what you’d been trying to avoid, fat tears welling in your eyes and shit, now you’re crying but it’s like it’s exactly what steve’s expecting — his arms are ready to hold every piece of you together while you cry shakily, whispered fears and confessions of love he’s already heard before and steve listens to it all- his kisses take your tears and when you calm, fear finally taking the back burner in your mind and breathing normal, he’s ready n waiting for you. “d’you want to just sleep?” he checks, lovingly and your shaking your head no quickly; you weren’t lying before, there’s an itch under your skin that can be sated only by his touch. steve doesn’t seem surprised but rolls the both of you over, kissing you with a bit more fervour now that he knows you’re truly alright - then he’s moving down the bed, kisses against your collarbones, down your sternum and when you voice your confusion steve’s raspy voice just says, “shh, it’s alright, lemme take care of my girl, yeah? you gonna let me take care of you?” his rough hands are already teasing the inside of your thighs so you can’t help but sigh out a yes

and he does take good care of you, one hand intertwined with yours as the heat of his mouth works your cunt, drawing whines and whimpers out- you’re clutching his hair and feeling hot in your skin, squeezing his hand as steve whispers his praise to you, “that’s it, so good f’me, doing so well,” until you’re spilling over the edge and quivering beneath his touch- but steve’s not done and he can tell you aren’t from the look in your eye. he’s somehow managed to melt away an extra layer of stress that you only notice in its absence so when he kisses back up your tummy and stretches you nice on his cock, you keen and melt into him, completely unwound— steve’s just as he was in the beginning, soft and sweet, all i love you’s scattered between the moans but you can tell know this is exactly what you need. you’re chest to chest and only trying to get closer, fingernails clawing at his back- you’d crawl into his skin if you could- and steve fucks you through it perfectly and you somehow come apart at how he just knows — he knows you, knows what you need and when to give it to you and that’s a kind of love you don’t think you’ll ever get used to- it’s a flurry of rushed kisses and sweet words, steve urging you with a rasp to cum with him, pleading and whimpering into your neck until you both come undone. you fall asleep in his arms to the ghost of a kiss in your hair

#it's tender loving sex and yet: no one look at me #maybe he doesn’t fuck you like you want it but definitely how you NEED it. He always knows #WHAT A PROMPTTTTT #its true i wanna be fucked like that omg #mdni #this was a delicious thought anon thank u for sharing #ruby writes steve #stevie drabbles! #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrrington x you #ruby's very own tour of hawkins #as emma was the one who first pushed me to write smut now every time i write anything smut related im like EMMA!! LOOK! LOOK I DID IT! AGAIN #hehehe

[vanillann]

1989 MASTERLIST: A STEVE HARRINGTON X FEMALE!READER

i. ii. iii.

SUMMARY: The year is 1989, and Steve Harrington finally realized how horribly he fucked up. He let the best thing he had slip away and run off to the big city almost five years ago; but with encouragement from everyone within the small parameters of Hawkins they inspire him to get the girl back.

INSPIRED BY TAYLOR SWIFTS ALBUM “1989”

PROLOGUE: WELCOME TO NEW YORK

I: HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

II: BAD BLOOD

III: ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY

IV: OUT OF THE WOODS

V: WONDERLAND

VI: I WISH YOU WOULD

VII: CLEAN

VIII: THIS LOVE

IX: YOU ARE IN LOVE

COMING SOON!

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[i-heart-slashers]

“I’ll let you out when you’ve learned your lesson.” + “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.”

Pairings: Ex-Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Obsession, Delusion, Yandere, Abduction.

You didn't usually feel claustrophobic, but that seems to have changed, just like many other things in your life.

You couldn't see anything, not even your hand in front of your face, and the only thing you could hear was the shuffling sounds coming from outside the door as the person who put you in this closet moved around the room.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. Your life was supposed to be going back to normal. Gaining your independence back, leaving your boyfriend, seeing your friends again. It was all too good to be true.

Dating Steve Harrington seemed like a dream. He was such a gentleman, had a great sense of humor, and how he was with the younger kids in his friend group spoke volumes about his personality.

Nothing made you happier when he asked you out all those months ago. You accepted his offer quickly; you would have been stupid not to.

Only Steve wasn't exactly who he seemed.

Where had he hidden this manic possessiveness that seemed to burst out of him whenever anyone tried to talk to you or when you hung out with friends that weren't him.

The scary rage he had hidden under layers of 'good guy Steve' that would peek through at the worst times or when he thought guys were coming on to you.

He even threatened your brother after hearing that he was telling people at school details of your relationship after Dustin asked him if he was really trying to keep you away from them.

That was the last straw for you.

You hadn't taken notice of all the red flags before but seeing Steve push your brother against the wall with a face of terrifying fury made you take off the rose-tinted glasses.

Steve hadn't taken you breaking up with you very well, but he went silent instead of flying off the handle like you were preparing yourself for. Gave you space and seemingly erased himself from your life.

Him bowing out gracefully made you feel kind of guilty, the way you had blown up at him. Calling him out on everything, telling him all the things people had seen when his mask of normality had slipped.

That was before he had called you up out of the blue, telling you that he had put your things together and asked you to come and collect them. 

Hearing him say he packed all your belongings that you had left at his house sort of made you feel even more guilty. He was being so grown up about this breakup. 

Maybe he had finally seen his faults.

That is why you decided to quickly go over to the Harrington house and pick up your things on your own. Not only would it show Steve that you've moved on just as quickly as he did, but you didn't want to worry your brother about being around your ex.

Steve was all charming smiles when he answered the door; a part of you was flustered seeing the old playful him. He walks behind you while you make small talk, walking through his house with familiarity.

Every time you turn to look over your shoulder, you see the polite, alluring guy that you fell in love with, but as soon as your gaze is away from him, he smiles devilishly.

"You're parents away again?" You ask, motioning to the lack of noise in his house. Steve's eyes go wide for a moment before he smiles and nods his head, reeling off the usual story of his parent's being away for work.

Seeing your ex the way he used to be lured you into a false sense of security. He let you feel calm with him and even laughed with you when you made a joke about old times.

When you walked into his room, you realized something wasn't right. There was no box of belongings waiting for you; in fact, what you saw was a complete room change.

All of Steve's things had gone; instead, the room was painted and decorated like you'd always dreamed of. The room was a mix of both your things and the walls held pictures the two of you had taken together.

The shock of the new room was your downfall. That's when Steve managed to grab you and trap you in the closet. Your screams had drowned out Steve's promises of a better life.

It feels like you've been alone for what seemed like hours. 

Your shouts and pleading had long stopped. Your face felt puffy from tears, and your throat felt raw. 

For a while, you'd hoped that someone would realize you were gone until you remembered you hadn't told anyone where you were going.

"You okay in there, baby girl?" Steve's voice appeared from the other side of the door, and from his tone, you could tell he had a mocking pout, "Have you got all that silliness out of your system?".

His teasing you like a child only made you feel angrier. 

Who the hell does he think he is?

"Come on, Sweetheart, we'll be back to our normal happy lives as soon as you realize you were wrong to leave me." You had no idea Steve was this bad, "You listened to everyone but me. They poisoned your mind against me".

"I remember you telling me about your dream bedroom, even the exact shade of paint. I did this for us. No one will bother us anymore. Fuck, even my parents had to go, but I did it all for us" You listened to his delusional rambling in horror.

Did he really kill his parents?.

"I'll let you out when you've learned your lesson." Your ex crooned from the bedroom, another thing that sounded too good to be true, but you had to try.

"I have. Please, Stevie, I've learned. I'm sorry", You begged, placing both your hands on the door before pressing your forehead against the hardwood. You weren't too proud to beg even when you didn't mean it.

Especially if it felt like life or death.

As Steve opened the door, you kicked it open with one heavy boot. It was now or never. Leaping at Steve, you both landed on the ground with a loud bang. "Damn, you're strong for a little thing." He grinned, holding your arms away from him effortlessly.

Tucking his leg around yours, he quickly turned the two of you over. His body loomed over yours as you continued to fight. Steve let out a playful laugh as he held you to the floor tight. "I've missed this, baby. I missed us".

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[theyoutubedork]

steve harrrington x fem!photographer!reader x eddie munson

18+ — This is a series meant for mature audiences only, so minors do not interact

Word Count : 4.1k+

summary: The story of an artist being in love with their muse is a story as old as time itself, but what happens when the artist has two muses?

chapter one:

click!

“I don’t get it,” Steve announces, breaking the comfortable silence. He completes the turn, and the blinker shifts back into place. One hand on the steering wheel, Steve pushes his hair back, literally scratching his head in thought. You had been staring out the window of his BMW, backpack comfortably sitting in your lap. You fiddle with the pins you had collected absentmindedly. You loll your head to the side, looking in his direction, curious smile on your face.

“Don’t get what?” You ask gently.

“Why do you force me to drive you to Fotomat to have you buy film, but you never let them, uhhh, what’s the word—“ Steve snaps his fingers, his cue for you to fill in the blanks.

“Develop?” You laugh, giggling at his antics. His eyes light up, fingers snapping into a point directed towards you.

“Yes! Thank you. Why don’t you let Fotomat develop them? I don’t mind driving you back there the next day.” He asks, and you have to admit, it’s surprisingly a good question. Most of Steve’s questions he answers himself, or has you looking at him with a raised eyebrow until he realizes. But, he has a point. He’s the one that takes time out of his day to drive you to the Fotomat on the outskirts of town, just so that you can buy a new month’s worth of film. Steve says he doesn’t mind the drive, but he’s never told you the fact that the adorable look on your face whenever you see the tiny yellow shack is one of the many reasons why he’s willing to make the trip for you. You sigh, craning you elbow on the armrest, chin resting in your palm,

“Because, Steve. That just ruins all the fun,”

“How? I thought the fun was taking the pictures…”

“Well yeah, a part of the fun is photographing, but my favorite part is developing them myself. Plus, I don’t trust Fotomat to do it.” You admit plainly, as if you were stating an obvious fact. However Steve blinks, not exactly understanding.

“How do you even develop a photo?” You laugh at the clueless look on his face, and you turn away before you notice the faint dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“It’s not that hard. If my dad can teach me how to use a dark room when I was eight, it shouldn’t be too hard to teach you.” You tease him, and Steve’s furrowed brow only makes you laugh a bit harder. He takes a turn into the Hawkins High School parking lot, thankfully there were a sparse amount of cars remaining. Classes had already ended that day.

“I would take that as an insult, but I have no idea what a ‘dark room’ is.” He admits. You scratch your chin, feigning deep thought.

“On second thought, teaching you would be an absolute nightmare,” You chide, and Steve letting his jaw hang open makes you burst out into full laughter.

“Hey!” He protests, putting the car into park. You quickly grab your things and open the door.

“You have to at least show me some of your photos at some point. I see you taking photos of me all the time and I never see them.” He pouts for what feels like the millionth time this week. You can feel your cheeks immediately heat up.

The reason why you never showed Steve any of your photos, was that it was very obvious that you had a huge crush on Steve. You’re not even sure if Steve would pick up on the fact that the photos of him compared to almost all the other photos of your friends are very different. The ones of your friends are always cutesy, all filled with happy smiles and good memories attached. The ones of Steve however, are those of an artist capturing their muse. There’s intimacy attached to every single photograph, and anyone can tell that you spent much more time lining up the shot perfectly, just trying to capture an ounce of his beauty.

“Never. They’re not very good anyway,” You rush, and before Steve can argue, you’re already backing away towards the school, “And don’t worry about picking me up, I’m gonna hang out with Eddie, after they’re done with Hellfire,” Steve furrows his brow at the mention of Eddie, and you are about to ask what’s wrong until he finally speaks.

“Why wasn’t I invited?” He pouts, leaning further towards the passenger just to look at you.

“If you want to come with me to smoke in Eddie’s trailer, you are more than welcome.” You offer, and Steve immediately wrinkles his nose.

“Hard pass, I have work tomorrow, and whenever I go in there, I stink for weeks”“That’s what I thought. Thanks for the ride Stevie!” You chirp at him, kissing your palm before waving him goodbye. Steve knows that the gesture was playful, but he would be lying if he didn’t immediately speed away to have you avoid seeing the flush on his cheeks.

The Minolta X-700 that your father gifted you two birthdays ago dangles from your neck, swinging from side to side as you practically skip up to the heavy metal doors to the high school.

You can hear familiar commotion coming from down the empty hallway. You head to the side doors of the auditorium, which was thankfully left open, You peer inside quietly, and you smile when you see Eddie Munson and the rest of the Hellfire Club engrossed in another campaign. You have sat in on a few sessions, begging Eddie to photgraph. You reasoned that energy is incredibly rare, and you get more interesting action shots than any “ball in laundry basket game” that you had to photograph when you still attended the school.

Although that was the truth, you had intentionally left out the part where you took photos of Eddie the most, only to develop and admire them later. It was the same case with Steve’s photos, another muse the artist can’t help but capture. Just like Steve, you also had a massive crush of Eddie. You have no idea when it happened, but all you know is that everytime they ask you to take their picture or just happen to look in your direction, you become a shaking, bumbling mess of nerves.

You can see Eddie’s side profile from the door, perched on his throne, wild grin on his features. The rest of the Hellfire Club do not look as joyful, all of them looking down at their character sheets, sweat lacing their brows. Looks like Eddie is giving them a hard time today, and you immediately pick up your camera. These were the best days to shoot. The emotions were always high, the tension palpable; Eddie can really put on a damn show.

You quickly adjust your camera’s settings, eyes flitting back and forth between trying to looking at the tiny little numbers in the dark, and Eddie making his club members suffer. You only had one shot left of film, so you wanted to make it count. You hid behind the door as much as you could, being as quiet as possible. Thankfully the commotion was enough to cover up the sound of the lever clicking the final frame of your film into place.

You put the viewfinder up to your eye, finally happy with your settings. You zoom in carefully on Eddie, waiting for the perfect shot. You can see the the theatre lights beaming down on him, lighting up his frizzy hair, almost giving him a heavenly glow around his devilishly handsome features. You can feel the gulp you take reach the bottom of your stomach when you see his tongue dart of his mouth momentarily in concentration. A bead of sweat drips down his forehead, and you considered taking the shot until he takes his ring-clad hand and swipes it away. You can feel your mouth run dry, and you nearly forget what you were doing until everyone at the table cries out. Dustin had rolled a natural one, and you cringe along with them.

However, Eddie seems to eat up their misery like it’s his favorite dessert. You see him laugh out maniacally, gripping his hands tight on the armrests of the throne. He looks like a mad king, reveling in his subjects’ strife. He lets his tongue hang from his mouth, and when the others yell in distruaght due to his enjoyment, he rubs the salt in the wound further by shaking his face back and forth, letting his tongue sway from side to side.

click!

You almost don’t even register you took the picture until you hear the entire table hush. You freeze up, not even daring to move your eye from the view finder. You see Eddie mumble something under his breath, and he turns in your direction and makes direct eye contact with you through the viewfinder. When you see him start to smirk, your brain finally catches up with you. You were caught.

You can feel all the color drain from your face and you quickly dash away from the door, not even daring to hang back just to see how Eddie reacted.

You sprint in the direction towards the dark room, and you struggle to to find the right key, your hands shaking uncontrollably. It was like an insane adrenaline rush, but you thankfully are able to unlock the door, not even checking if anyone was in there before slamming it shut behind you. You stay there for a second, back pressed against the cool door, trying to catch your breath. Chest heaving, you listen for any footsteps outside, but thankfully all you can hear is the sound of the red lights of the dark room emitting a low hum.You sigh with relief, finally able to let your shoulders relax.

The dark room was pretty much your safe place. Rarely anyone comes in here, except for the photographers for the school newspaper. They only come in at certain times, and you’re able to have them scurry out quickly. They know that you used to be one of the head editors for the paper, and they all respect you enough to give you your own privacy whenever you come around. You shrug your backpack off your shoulders, checking your watch. You figured you had enough time to develop everything and at least get it hanging before Eddie was finished with Hellfire. You take the walkman out, and put in your specific dark room mixtape. ‘Girls on Film’ by Duran Duran fills your ears, and you smile faintly, ready to work.

After what only felt like minutes, you finish putting the last photo onto the clothesline. You take off the rubber gloves, throwing them into the trashcan, and quickly walk over to the sink to wash your hands. You hum along contently with your walkman, drying your hands before stepping back, looking at your work. They had only just begun to develop, but some have begun to reveal themselves. You observe each one carefully, racking your brain on what the memory attached to them was. Almost every single photo was of either Steve or Eddie, and you sigh contently, happy with the result of each one.

You see two photos in particular that cause a stir in you. One was of Steve’s hand holding a cigarette. The picture makes you laugh, thinking about the dialougue surrounding that memory.

You and Steve had been hanging out in his backyard next to the pool. It was a sticky summer night, the air was thick with humidity, and there was no moon in sight. The crickets and cicadas were singing a haunting melody, and you could still picture the slight fog hanging above the pool, it’s heating always on. You had been talking about everything and nothing, drinking cheap beer to pass the time. When you came back from grabbing another round, you saw Steve taking a quick drag of his cigarette, trying to blow away the smoke quickly, so you wouldn’t notice. But you had.

“Is that what I think it is?” You called out, and Steve was about to put it out when you stopped him.

“Uh uh, you’re going to smoke that whole thing, and I’m going to watch you the entire time, telling you all the reasons why you shouldn’t be smoking that.” You demanded, and Steve groaned, leaning back into the pool-side chair.

“God—you sound just like my mom,” He whined, but he listened, taking a slow drag of the cigarette. You pulled out your camera, crouching down next to him, trying to make sure that your shadow from the flood light wasn’t in the way.

“What are you doing?” Steve laughed, holding his hand at his stomach, cradling the cigarette between his digits.

“Photographing your shame,” You said firmly, but you can’t help but giggle when you peek up from the viewfinder. Steve was laying languidly against the chair, bringing his free hand up to his forehead, posing.

“At least get my good side,” He grumbled, knowing full well you were just taking a pitcure of his hand. You both share a laugh, and you put your eye back on the viewfinder.

click!

The other picture was of Eddie’s hands playing his guitar. It was dark and grainy, but you were able to make out the detail of each guitar string and its ribbed texture, some bending slightly under Eddie’s calloused fingers. You stared at his rings, the three gaudy metal ones in particular. You couldnt pick which one was your favoritie. Was it the cross with four skulls surrounding it? Or the pig’s head on his middle finger? Or maybe just the simple skull ring? Each of them are beautifully crafted. You can’t stop your mind from imaging him using his hands to do filthy things to you—

You see light enter the room suddenly, and you immediately screech, pulling the headphones of your walkman to your neck.

“What are you doing?!” You yelled. The door quickly slammed shut and you sighed with relief, your photos are unharmed. You were about to resume your admiring when you heard Eddie’s voice come from the other side of the door. He calls your name,

“Hey, Hellfire finished early!” You quickly scramble to the door cracking it open the tiniest bit. You see Eddie with a worried look, almost like he walked in on you doing something inappropriate—focus!

“Hey Eds. I’m developing stuff in here, can’t swing open the door like that.” You explain, almost breathless.

“Oh! Right sorry. You’re always finished before I come over, but stupid me forgot that we finsihed early.”

“You’re fine! I’m almost finished up, you came come in!” You ramble, leaving the door open as you walk back into the room. Eddie follows, cracking the door open enough to shimmy his lean frame through. He looked around, letting his eyes adjust.

“God—I see why they call it the dark room.” He grumbles, staying still until he could actually see properly.

“Yeah welcome, to my little cave. Make yourself at home, just..don’t touch anything please.” You call from the other side of the room, turning all of the photos hanging the other way, facing it towards the wall for privacy. You didn’t notice Eddie until his wrist stopped you from turning the last photo, the photo you had just taken of him not too long ago.

“What is this?” He coos playfully. You scramble to hide it,

“Nothing!” You take the clothespin off, but Eddie snatches it from you, stepping behind a table so you can’t take it from him. He doesn’t say a word, his mouth in a firm line. Thinking he was mad, you feel tears well up in your vision.

“Eddie, I’m sorry, I was passing by and I just didn’t think and I-“ Eddie shushes you, a smile resting on his face.

“No! Don’t apologize sweetheart. I’m just speechless.” He grins, placing it gently back onto the clothesline. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, bringing you into his side, making you both face the photo.

“I can recognize that click from anywhere, so I couldn’t help myself from finsihing Hellfire early to come see this.” He admits and you look at him slightly confused.

“I’ve always wanted to see your photos. Why don’t you ever show them?” He asks genuinely. You avoid his gaze, looking at the photo. Eddie looks both angelic and devilish, the dichotomy was fascinating to look at. The theatre lights hit him perfectly like he’s performing for a whole crowd. And his friends are in the background, all looking at him like he’s some cruel bringer of destruction, but with a hint of delight behind their eyes.

“I didn’t think you would like them,” You mumbled under your breath.

“Honey, if they are anything like this, I could stare at them all day. Maybe then I wouldn’t be staring at you as much,” He teases, craning his neck towards you. You giggle, pulling away from him with a playful slap to the shoulder. If the lights weren’t red, Eddie would definitely be able to tell how flustered he made you. You turn away from him going through your backpack. You nearly empty the whole bag just to find the new film down at the bottom. You hurriedly put your belongings back inside, picking up your camera and the new roll of film off of the table. You silently put in the new canister, and Eddie watches on with a look something you can only describe as curious. You reload the film like its second nature, but your hands have a slight shake to them due to Eddie’s gaze. You finish rolling the film into place and you snap the back of the camera shut.

click!

Eddie finally blinks, as if breaking out of a spell. He looks at you with a small smile.

“I’ve seen you do that a million times, and I still don’t know what you’re doing,” He chuckles.

“Oh! I’m just putting in a new roll of film. Steve brought me to buy some more earlier,” You explain, always happy to explain anything and everything to do with your camera. The corner of Eddie’s mouth twitches, and you just happen to notice.

“You were with Steve?” He asks, talking like he has a slight sour taste in his mouth. This was new.

“Uh yeah? Is there something wrong with that? How do you think I got here?” You laugh exasperated, surprised at his reaction. Eddie pauses, thinking for a moment before finally responding,

“Do you uh—do you take pictures of him too?” He asks shyly, and your eyes widen in surprise. Since when did Eddie care about that?

“Uh yeah I do?”

“Does he look better than me in them?” He looks down at the floor, fiddling with his rings.

“Eddie, that’s not a fair question. I photograph you two very differently, it’s like comparing apples to oranges,” You defend. He steps closer to you almost chest to chest. You can feel his breath hit your cheeks, and like a flame, your cheeks feel like they are on fire. Does he know something? He takes a moment, scanning you face for something, but you don’t know what.

“But which do you like better? Apples or oranges?” He prods. Your heart races and you can’t help but let out a nervous chuckle. Was Eddie jealous?

“I like them both…equally,” You say quietly, praying Eddie doesn’t catch on. It’s not like you were lying. You liked both Steve and Eddie a lot, but you liked them individually for completely different reasons. Eddie lets out a huff of disbelief, chewing on the inside of his cheek, still staring into your eyes, as if trying to tell if you were lying or not. His eyes drift to the side, as if looking for something but the moment quickly passes. He finally steps back, letting a smile come back on his face, acting like the moment never happened.

“Let’s go get high, yeah?” He chirps and you nod with a laugh. He follows you out the room, but doesn’t leave before swiping the worn leather album you forgot to put back in your bag, quickly putting it in his backpack.

You hop out of the van with Eddie the next morning, and in the other corner of the parking lot, you see Steve and Robin pull up as well. You run over to Robin quickly giving her a hug, immediately chatting away. Last night with Eddie was surprisingly awkward, you still had good time hanging out with him, but its like there was something on Eddie’s mind that made him feel slightly distant. You were happy to see Robin’s face. It’s not like you want to avoid Eddie, but you think that whatever Eddie is worried about, he’ll come to you if he needs to. You don’t notice Steve being approached by Eddie. Both of them exchange slightly tense looks, as if sizing the other up. You were about to ask Eddie to walk inside with you, but he tells you not to wait for him. You give him a confused look but decide to ignore it shrugging your shoulders. You and Robin walk into the school together, as Steve and Eddie have a hushed conversation.

“What’s the matter?” Steve finally asks, making sure you weren’t in earshot.

“I think Y/N has a crush on both of us.” He admits, and if Steve was drinking something, he would surely spit it out at those words.

“What? How do you know?” He asks, dumbfounded.

“Y’know how she never shares her pictures?” Eddie prompts and Steve gives a confused nod,

“Yesterday during Hellfire I caught her taking a photo of me, which isn’t out of the ordinary, with her whole “I like taking photos of people when they aren’t aware, makes the pictures better” bullshit. But guess what she left on the table in the dark room,” Eddie pulls a thick photo album from his backpack and hands it to Steve. It’s a worn leather album, with bits of plastic cellophane poking from the sides. Steve carefully opens the album and is shocked to find the photos of him that you had never shown him. He also sees pictures of Eddie. His mouth can’t help but hang open, shocked to find little notes and doodles drawn onto the cellophane covers. There were little notes next to some of the photos, some random comments and others just describing what’s happening in the picture. The first photo that really caught his attention was a photo of him holding a plate of food, and he recognizes it.

It was on a day when you and Steve were hanging out, nothing too out of the ordinary for you two. You had been outside for a while, smoking weed, and Steve decided to surprise you by making you dinner. He opened the sliding door carefully, balancing both of your plates in one hand. He was dressed in a turtleneck with a dark denim jacket, he had one of his mother’s aprons tied around his waist. When you turned to look at him, blunt between your finger tips, you immediately started to giggle,

“Playing housewife Harrington?” You teased. Steve could’ve blamed the blush on his face from the cold, but the way he shyly looked down at the plates in his hands made it obvious.

“I thought I’d try making a recipe from the cookbook you got me.” He mumbled shyly. You put out the blunt, leaving it in the ashtray next to the pool-side chair. You sauntered up to him, picking up the camera around your neck.

“You know I gave you that cookbook as a joke right? You’re always such a mom,” You laughed absentmindedly adjusting your camera settings. Steve just stood there, waiting for you to come to him. He had learned at that point that whenever you start fiddling with your camera, it usually means that he shouldn’t move and wait for you to take a picture. Steve loved getting his picture taken, especially if it was you taking it. He decided to proudly show off his dish to the camera.

“I present to you…uh..dinner!” He rambled, forgetting the name of the recipe. You laughed, bringing the camera up to your face. Steve’s chest fluttered at the sound of your laugh, and he laughed along with you.

click!

Steve smiles absentmindedly at the memory but when he sees the note written next to the photo, his brain just almost stops functioning.

“Kiss the cook ♥︎”

“Wha-“ He gawks, and Eddie nods along with him. He flips to the next page and points to a rare photo of them together, one where Eddie was smiling at Steve, who looked far from amused. Next to the photo was the caption,

“Two muses is better than one”

Boys On Film! - to be continued

I hope you enjoyed! I’m really excited about this one so please let me know what you think!

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[billythebabehargrove]

Faulty Plans

AN: there may be some errors

Word count: 2.1k

“You were going to let me go”

Okay so maybe your plan to find out if Steve Harrington was in love you wasn’t ethical, but it was happening so that didn’t matter anymore. You and Steve have this unspoken agreement that you both liked each other; well at least you thought that you did. Every time you two were together the brief touches, unusually long glances and cringe worthy flirting made that obvious, right? . But Steve was yet to make a move so maybe you’re over thinking it all. However that didn’t stop you from making a plan that would hopefully reveal his feelings to you. It goes that you get one of the boys you both went to high school with to ask you on a date by any means necessary, then while on your Friday dinner date with Steve and Robin you announce said date, Steve will not be happy and stop you from going on said date and declare his feelings for you. It may not happen as smoothly as you would hope, but optimism makes the world go round.

O’Keeffe’s bar on a Thursday afternoon was relatively quite which made for a boring shift. Sitting behind the bar watching the regulars slowly sipping their drinks made the time go even slower. You needed to leave early if you wanted to get to quarry. Your old high school class was having a get together for their first spring break as college students, although most of them hadn’t gone to college and were just going along to get shit faced. What better opportunity to find a date than with a bunch of drunk guys who have nothing better to do with their lives. Holding your head up on your palm, you hear the bell above the door ring and in steps a younger looking man. Upon further inspection you realise that your luck might be changing, and cheap alcohol and fake flirting at the quarry may not be on your cards tonight. Eric Pine, ex Hawkins high star football player and newly qualified bank teller had taken a seat on a stool at the end of the bar. You walk down and stop in front of him “What can I get you?”, you say smiling at big as you can while twirling a rag between your fingers. He looks up from the bar and nets your eyes, lighting up when he realises who you are “I don’t care Y/N, just make it strong” “Rough night, huh?” you say reaching for the vodka on the shelf behind you “oh you have no idea” he laughs haphazardly. You set the drink down in front of him with a nod “Anything I can help with?” He laughs again and nods down to his glass “yeah just keep these coming and I’ll be right as rain” “whatever you say captain”. After a while of chatting you figure out the cause of Eric’s sadness ,Mallory , his high school sweetheart, has decided that they aren’t working and she can’t “see a forever” in him. “I get that I’m not that exciting guy I was in high school but I was in for the long run Y/N” he looks as if he’s about to cry. “You’re a great guy Eric, I’m one hundred percent certain that you’ll find your forever girl” “You are ?” you place a hand over his “I am , and if it makes you feel any better I don’t think the guy I see as a forever likes me that way so.... yeah love sucks”. Eric looks up from your hands and gives a sympathetic look “Well if he doesn’t he’s an idiot, I mean look at you Y/N, I don’t think I’ve meet a guy who hasn’t liked you that way” you laugh out loud causing some heads to turn “Now you’re just saying things”, he shakes his head, “cross my heart and hope to die”. By last call compliments had been thrown back and forth and you were hopeful of him asking you out. “Hey Y/N what are you doing Saturday?” He smirks, you look up to the ceiling taping it your cheek “uh nothing I don’t think”. You’d never seen Eric smile as wide, not even when Tina announced free booze at her annual Halloween party two years ago, “great maybe we can go out see a movie or get dinner or something and see if we’re each other’s forever”. You laugh and nod “yeah I’d like that”. Phase one of your plan was complete.

Friday evening at 6:30 you pull into Hurley's Burgers and went straight to your regular booth. Steve and Robin were sat beside each other chatting amongst themselves but turned to look as you slid into the seat across from them. They say hey in unison as you place your bag on the seat beside you “hey guys I’ve got news” “oh news, that sounds promising” Robin says arching her eyebrow placing her hands on the table. Steve looks at her in disgust “yeah...no every time Y/N says she’s got news it’s her way of making us do things for her”. You scoff teaching across the table to slap his shoulder “I do not” “uh yeah you do it’s always hey guys I’ve got news you’re cleaning my back yard with me before my parents get home and kill me or hey guys I’ve got news I’m not able to babysit my neighbours kids like I said so... guess which two people just gained a weekend job”. Robin looks from Steve to you “he’s got you there Y/N” you sigh “okay... I may have done that once or twice but this time the only thing you guys need to do is be happy for me”. Steve looks skeptical “whys that?” “Well...” you start “I got myself a date”. Robin laughs in shock while Steve chokes on air sitting up straight in his seat “wow Y/N I never thought I’d see the day” Robin says clapping slowly, Steve stays silent. That’s good right, that he’s speechless?. “Wow thanks you guys it’s so nice having friends that are confident in my abilities to attract men” you say sarcastically. The waitress comes and takes your order and as she leaves conversation turns back to your date. Steve finally speaks “so this date, who’s the lucky guy?” “You guys remember Eric, Eric Pine”. Robin nods “how could we forget he was the talk of the school after Billy and Steve of course” Steve shakes his head “you don’t remember him?” You say shocked. Steve again shakes his head “no I remember him alright, I  just thought you had better taste you know, you’re going on a date with the douche bag of the century” you laugh “ you’re one to talk Steve” “hey I’ve changed, I can guarantee he hasn’t”. This time it’s your turn to shake your head “ that’s where you're wrong, he was really sweet and funny and you know what I don’t care what you think Steve, this is first guy in so long that’s shown any interest in me so I will enjoy my date with him on Saturday regardless of what you think. You both sit in silence, Robin stirs her drink, and the sound of ice hitting glass fills the awkward air. You start to stand “I’m going to use the bathroom, you coming Rob?” She nods “yeah sure” she stands and slides out past Steve. When you reach the bathroom Robin stands arms across her chest staring at you “what?” you snap. She rolls her eyes “I think I should be the one asking you that, a date, what the fuck Y/N I thought you like Steve?” You sigh “I do” “then why are you doing this”. You hoist yourself up into the sink “I have a plan” “never good” Robin says following pursuit and sitting next to you on the sinks “I thought that if I got a date , Steve would realise his feelings for me and try to stop it or something, I don’t know but I guess that was stupid, look at us now”. Robin places her hands on your shoulders and shakes them a little “oh my god Y/N, do you really think he’s not head over heels in love with you” “ Robin you’re just a romantic, if he did he would have said something, pulled me aside and told me instead of arguing”. Robins jumps off the sink and stands in front of you “that is his way of pulling you aside” “whatever you say Rob I’m going to pee see you out there”. You walk into a stall, and as you close your door you hear another one open with a cream and long sigh being let out by the girl. The rest of the dinner is quiet with the odd bit of small talk but other than that no mention of the date arises. You leave earlier than usual and sleep the pain away.

 Saturday evening comes quickly; you sit in your living room staring at the phone on the wall. Maybe Robin was right maybe Steve does feel the same and he’ll realise what happened yesterday was a mistake and he’ll rush to phone to call and tell me to cancel my date because he loves me. The digital clock flashes 6:59 and your hope is gone Steve was never going to call who are you kidding. A beep from outside brings you back to reality, you pick up your coat and bag and leave the house to go to some fancy restaurant you’d rather not be at.

 Fast forward an hour later and you’re walking up Steve’s drive way with tears building in your eyes and shoes in your hand. You just couldn’t do it, how could you when Steve lived 5 blocks away and you knew he was sitting home alone probably watching Risky Business for the 300th time. You made it to Eric’s car before telling him you suddenly felt so sick and proceeded to fake nearly throwing up, he helped you back to your house and told you to call him when you’re feeling better to reschedule. You wait until you know he’s long gone before you leave your house to begin your trek to Steve’s. You knock on the door and step back onto the porch. The door swings open and there he is your forever, wearing an old Hawkins high T-shirt and a pair of striped pyjama bottoms and a stupid look on his face. He looks you up and down and before he can speak you push past him and wait for him I’m the living room. When he enters she start to talk “Y/N wha” you cut him off “you were going to let me go” the tears are start to fall “What?” Steve’s confused as he steps forward and reaches out in an attempt to heal your arm before you pull away. “You were going to let me go” “Y/N I’m really confused right now”. You throw yourself onto his couch “I guess it’s my own fault, I mean I saw it for myself yesterday” Steve sits beside you this time you let him touch you “Is this about me yelling at you yesterday, if it is I’m sorry Y/N, you know how I get” you sigh lying back in the couch cushions but not enough that you couldn’t look at him “it’s not that Steve”. He’s even more confused now “look Steve I had this crazy idea that you might like me just as much as I like you and when I told you about the date yesterday I wanted you to tell me not to go because you like me and then you didn’t so I thought, well maybe he’ll call before I leave and tell me not to go, but you didn’t you were letting me go so I was wrong...my plan failed ...you don’t like me”. Steve sits in silence just like the day before except this time he’s looking at you with his mouth hanging slightly open, you turn away from him and face the window. “You’re right Y/N I don’t like you” you laugh “geez thanks Steve way to kick a girl when’s she’s down” he pulls at your arm and you turn to face him “I don’t like you Y/N, I love you”. Now it’s your turn to stare at him in silence mouth hanging open “you what?” “I love you” he says it with so much confidence you don’t know what to do. Steve resolves that issue though and leans in for a kiss, when you finally pull apart you whisper “I love you too, Steve” “I know”. You push him backwards onto the couch “Hey don’t get too cocky” “you love it” “I still can’t believe you were going to let me go” “look I was never the brightest bulb” “You’re not wrong” now it was his turn to push you back onto the couch, starting the night of making up for lost time.

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