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hawkins-losers · 2 years

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can i pretty please request this with steve?❤️ ‘’Can I have a kiss? My lips are cold.’’

Fall has arrived in Hawkins 🎃🍂 This new prompt list is so much fun! Please keep the requests coming

After last night's crazy wind, there were enough fallen leaves in Steve's backyard to make Halloween trash bags. His parents were going to hate this. You could already hear Mrs. Harrington's 'in this neighborhood, we don't expose trash bags in our front yard', but you and Steve were having fun making them and that's all that mattered.

You and Steve spent the afternoon raking the leaves – and sometimes throwing them at each other. You used to do this every autumn with your dad and siblings and always had loads of fun. Now that you were grown up, the leaves were thrown into black bags. Being from a rich family, Steve had never participated to these kinds of activities, so you were happy to show him this fun autumn tradition.

‘’You can’t get away from me, Y/N,’’ Steve said as he chased after you, a bunch of dead leaves in his hands, ready to throw them at you.

You hid behind a tree, trying to muffle your giggles. Your sweater and corduroy pants were full of leaves crumbs from Steve’s previous attacks.

From your position, you could hear the leaves crunching under his boots, telling you he was looking for you. You crouched down, scooped some leaves for revenge and waited.

Then, footsteps stopped, making you frown. All you could hear was a crow’s caw and the whistling of the wind. You decided to have a peak.

‘’Steve?’’ you called with a frown, not seeing him in the backyard.

Silence.

Your frown deepened. Where had he gone to? The backyard was big, but there weren't many nooks where he could hide.

You were about to call his name again, but a pair of arms snuck around your waist and you shrieked. A familiar laugh filled your ears and you turned around in Steve’s hold.

‘’You spooked me.’’ You hit his chest as he released you, an amused smile on his face.

A leaf had caught in his hair, somehow still looking perfect after all that running and seasonal wind. His cheeks had a slight red tint from the chilly weather and this autumn colored sweater looked really good on him.

‘’Wait, can I have a kiss? My lips are cold.’’ He pursed his lips, waiting for his kiss, and you bit back a smile at his antics.

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#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things #steve harrington blurb #stranger things blurb

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kl4us4 · 2 years

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KL4US’s MASTERLIST

stranger things, umbrella academy, sherlock, the 100, daredevil blog previously known as: octavia-marie-blake.

DAREDEVIL

MATTHEW MURDOCK

fear of god (x f!reader, on-going) - working as an investigative journalist, trailing a string of murders has you running to matthew murdock - and daredevil - for help

can't let you go (x f!reader) - when matty shows up beaten and bruised - again - you’re not sure how much more you can take.

STRANGER THINGS

STEVE HARRINGTON

shoot to kill (x f!reader) - my words shoot to kill when I'm mad, I have a lot of regrets about that

caught (x f!reader) * - fucking bf!steve in front of billy

morning (x f!reader) * - morning sex w bf!steve

a new hope (x reader) - forcing steve to watch star wars so that he can get a job at the video store

EDDIE MUNSON

the chain (x f!reader) - hawkins, indiana. 1986. it's your senior year at Hawkins High and everything's supposed to be easy - until a night in Eddie's trailer has you both running for your lives.

begin again (x reader) - dealing with the aftermath of eddie surviving, but not being accepted back into hawkins

everything (x f!reader) - your family don’t seem to care much about your birthday - but there’s one person willing to make it extra special for you.

light and high beauty (x f!reader) - a calm afternoon spent listening to eddie read aloud at his place.

mr. rager (x f!reader) - eddie's desire to fit in has never resurfaced as much as it does while watching you gain attention from the popular crowd. things get messy when jason targets eddie, yet again

'broken nose' kind of protective (x f!reader) - eddie loves his uncle - he's almost a father to him. he just hates when he brings his rowdy, disrespectful friends to the trailer park.

matilda (x f!harrington!reader) - you had held off from telling your parents about your metalhead boyfriend. at the cusp of your anniversary, eddie feels like your parents should know about the two of you.

UMBRELLA ACADEMY

KLAUS

churchyard (x f!reader) - he communicates with spirits, you communicate with angels

a perfect world (x reader) - reader dies suddenly but is still able to see klaus

quiet (x reader) - your power gives you the ability to create silence

caught (x reader) - being caught by klaus stealing from the happily departed reginald hargreeves

the same (x f!reader) - leaving rehab at the same time as klaus and being there for him during s1 [I II III]

close and beautiful (x reader) - being back by klaus' side through difficult and confusing times

action (x reader) - a city akin to gotham yet no vigilante to guard its citizens - until one day, there is

11 years older and 22 inches taller (x reader) - you're happily dating klaus but five seems to have a small crush on you [I II]

hold on (x reader) - as Klaus’ best friend, you had to deal with your fair share of incidents where he’s pushed himself over the edge - but none like this

BEN

landslide (x reader) - trying to live life without him

perfect (x f!plussize!reader) - ben is so certain you're perfect, he wishes you knew it too

FIVE

go best friend (x bestfriend!reader) - being friends with five is always fun

DIEGO

take care of you (x gn!reader) - after diego comes home late, you share some cuddles and love

nothing breaks like a heart (x f!reader) - you and diego are in love but it breaks his younger brothers heart

meeting grace (x reader) - you finally get to meet your boyfriend's mom

the whole truth (x lawyer!reader) - diego is on trial, you're his lawyer and he does not make it easy

beautiful boy (x m!reader) - you never miss a chance to tell diego how beautiful you think he is

alone now (x reader) - diego asking you to marry him

read all about it (x journalist!reader) - when you see a former superhero from the Umbrella Academy follow five armed robbers into a bank, you just know you have to get the full story

SHERLOCK HOLMES (BBC)

bad men (x f!reader) - sherlock needs your help - after all, you're the best assassin in london

bearer of bad news (x f!reader) - it's all too much - the cases, the heinous crimes, handling Sherlock's cold remarks - and you snap

#steve harrington x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x male!reader #diego hargreeves x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock bbc x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #matthew murdock x reader #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader

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littledemondani · 4 months

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⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

TO SPREAD SOME HOLIDAY CHEER (AND AN EXCUSE TO ESCAPE YOUR IN-LAWS, OVERBEARING EXTENDED RELATIVES, SIBLINGS, and/or PARENTS)

LETS PLAY A LITTLE GAME

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭...

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: fuckboy!eddie calling reader his favorite girl

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: eddie realizing he has a daddy kink

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: going for a swim on a hot summer day

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: love bites

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: modern!perv!eddie secretly recording reader

𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔: eddie falling asleep while licking reader's clit

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: steve harrington (though i'm going to start writing for him more in the new year)

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: eddie munson <3

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: billy hargrove

𝚂𝟻 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜?: eddie comes back (i will die on this delulu), will turns evil and/or dies, el dies

𝚔𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝 (𝚢/𝚗), 𝚠𝚑𝚢/ 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝? mm, i'm 50/50 on the kas theory, but i don't think it's eddie that becomes kas. if i'm being totally honest, i think it's going to be will that is "kas".

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚠𝚑𝚢/𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝? absolutely fucking not. steve and nancy just don't work together. sorry bout it.

𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎: i HATE the idea of small/big blogs. we're literally all here because we love stranger things and steve/eddie. no one is better than anyone else. but, here's some love for my friends and people i genuinely enjoy on this god forsaken app.

@prettyboyeddiemunson @andvys @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @eddieschains @succubusmunson @eiightysixbaby @trashmouth-richie @likedovesinthewnd @corrodedcorpses @mmunson86

𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎: there's no one in particular.

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: omg i can't think of the name of the fic, and i think the person who wrote it deactivated a while back. this is gonna bother me jfc

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: @prettyboyeddiemunson since we both came here from a different fandom and had known each other for 3 years at that point.

𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 ��𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛: writing what i like for myself and myself only. trying to cater to an audience who will only shit on or try to demand the story goes a certain way is exhausting and i never want to do that again.

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: uhhh well i hate writing long fics sooo i think the most was like 4k?

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎:

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎: idiots in love

𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏?: all of them! i like variety y'all

f̾u̾c̾k̾ ̾m̾a̾r̾r̾y̾ ̾k̾i̾l̾l̾

𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚛. 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎?: fuck murray, kill ted, and marry mr. clarke!

𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚌𝚎, 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊? (𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖): oh god, ummm...fuck karen, marry joyce and kill claudia. my heart is wrecked rn OH MY GOD

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚛. 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛?: WHAT ARE THESE CHOICES!!!! okay fuck wayne, marry hopper, and kill brenner.

𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎, 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, or 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑? fuck jonathan, marry argyle, and kill keith. (but also who the fuck is keith?)

𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎?: fuck eddie and steve, marry eddie and steve, and kill argyle.......

𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚊?: fuck and marry vecna, kill the demogorg and the demobats

if anyone i tagged above wants to do it then go for it!

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fckinwild-kiwi · 5 months

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Dec. 10th: Happy Little Family

Day 10: Unexpected Gifts/Kids

Day TEN (10!!!) of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!

Warnings: Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni) Word Counts: 1.5k+ Words Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

“I have a crazy idea,” Steve blurted out as we were walking around the Christmas tree farm.

“And what does this crazy idea entail, Stevie?”

“Well, you know my parents are out of town again, right?”

“Sure,” I urged. His parents had left two days after our dinner at the country club. Mr. Harrington needed to be in Chicago for another weeklong conference and Mrs. Harrington needed to chaperone. Steve tried to hide his feelings about this with indifference but I could tell he was hurt. To ease his, clearly, anxious mind, I joked, “Are you trying to get me back to your place alone, Harrington?”

“That was not my crazy idea,” Steve said, coming to a stop. “But I can be persuaded.”

“You dirty boy,” I giggled, pushing his shoulder. “What were you thinking then, baby?”

“I want to host a Friend’s Christmas with everyone,” Steve said, turning to face you. “Potluck style because if we don’t specify those gremlins will think we are making everything. And we can all draw secret Santa names tonight when we are all at Eddie’s trailer for movie night. We can all meet next week with food, games, and gifts.”

“Aw,” I sighed. “A fun little family get together!”

“Exactly!” Steve said.

“I love it, and I think everyone else will too,” I said, before pressing my lips against his. Steve’s hands coming up to grip my waist as he pressed his body against mine. Reluctantly pulling myself away from Steve, I whispered, “If we don’t pick a tree soon, I think they’re going to think something happened to us.”

“I hate it when you’re right,” Steve groaned. “Let’s pick out a tree.”

After picking out a tree, Steve and I went back to house to put it up and begin decorating. It felt like looking into the future and seeing our life play out in front of me. It was refreshing and reassuring to feel the love and see exactly how it is shaping our future. If I could have told myself that this would be my Christmas season this year, I would have laughed. Funny how things work out.

Two weeks later, Steve was frantically running around the house, making sure the decorations were put in “the most perfect location”, his words. To prepare for the day, I prepped a tiramisu the day before so it was setting in the fridge. Today, Steve had tasked me with cooking the turkey and wrapping the presents. In our drawing, Steve had picked El and I had chosen Dustin.

Before long, people started arriving. As visiting Steve’s house had become such a constant activity between the party, we had all just stopped ringing the doorbell, coming in as we please.

“What’s up, I’m here!” Dustin yelled, walking in with Eddie, Lucas, and Max.

“So are we, loser,” Max retorted, pushing Dustin out of the way and making her way to me. “Hey, Y/n!”

“Hey sweet girl,” I responded. “Everyone put your gifts under the tree and bring the food into the kitchen. I will get it situated there!”

Within the next half hour, everyone else had shown up and Steve was finally sitting down, allowing himself to calm down. “Baby,” I called in to the living room, causing Steve to jump up and make his way into the kitchen. “Grab the plates and have everyone help you set the table. I could use two people to help me bring the food in.”

Giving me a quick nod, Steve rushed out of the room, Max and Robin taking his place to help me bring the food in. “Guys, give Steve a break tonight, I’m not sure why but he’s insanely stressed today. I think he just wants this to be perfect.”

Robin, laughing gave you a thumbs up as Max rolled her eyes. “He’s so dramatic,” She said, walking into the dining room.

“She’s got a point,” Robin agreed, bumping my hip with hers as she followed Max.”

“As if I don’t know that,” I whispered out, grabbing what was left and following them. As I got to the dining room, everything was set up to start digging in.

“Before we start,” Steve began. “I wanted to tell you guys how thankful and proud I am to call you guys my family. We’ve been through the most challenging times but we always find a way to be there for each other and I couldn’t love a group of people more. And everyone needs to thank Y/n for what she did to set this up tonight.”

“What? Steve,” I said, involuntarily giggling. “No way, you put this all together. I love you guys too but Stevie was the mastermind behind this.”

“Oh my god,” Mike groaned. “Everyone loves everyone, can eat now, Dad? Mom?”

“Did he just call us-“

“We’ve been calling you Mom and Dad now for like a year,” Dustin interrupted before grabbing some turkey. “You guys act like a married couple and you take care of us like we’re yours. It’s a thing.”

“Did you hear that, honey?” Steve asked, mockingly. “It’s a thing.”

“Well in that case, eat your vegetables or you’re grounded,” I joked out, everyone laughing except for El who grabbed more green beans.

After dinner, we all decided to pass on the dessert for the moment. The idea of presents looming in the back of everyone’s mind was causing everyone to get antsy. Once the kids helped load the dishwasher and Robin, Nancy, and I loaded up to-go containers for everyone to take tonight, we all settled in the living room.

“Oldest gets to start,” Eddie said, causing everyone to groan and roll their eyes. “Hey, I don’t make the rules.”

“Okay, Eds, you’re first,” I said laughing. “Who had Eddie?”

Mike stood up, grabbing the gift he brought and handed it to Eddie. With a childlike reaction, Eddie shredded the paper and destroyed the box to find a Monster Dungeon Master kit that had a new booklet of monsters, monster tokens, and a new dungeon master screen. “Thanks, man! I’m going to use this to crush you guys when school starts again!”

“Jesus Christ, Mike,” Dustin groaned. “We will never have a chance.”

“That’s the point, Henderson,” Eddie said, slapping Dustin on the back. He grabbed his present before handing it to Steve, “I had ole Stevie.”

Steve, grabbed the gift, his face lighting up with excitement. Quickly pulling the paper out of the bag, Steve was met with a can of Farah Fawcett spray and a new Queen cassette. “Thanks man, I know the hairspray is a joke but the jokes on you because I needed a new can.”

“I know, I checked,” Eddie said as he barked out a laugh.

“Shut up,” Steve mumbled, his cheeks turning red. Steve leaned over, grabbing a small wrapped package and handed it to El. With slow hands, El began peeling the paper back.

“Makeup!” She said excitedly. “Mike, I can put this on you too!”

“No makeup for me, El,” Mike said, shaking his head.

“I don’t know, man,” Steve said, shooting Mike a smile. “I think she’d make you look beautiful.”

“You’d be so beautiful,” El confirmed before grabbing the gift she brought and handing it to Jonathan. El had gifted him with new film. Before long, Robin was handing me the last gift that was under the tree. As I opened it, I was speechless.

“Robs,” I muttered, grabbing the photo album.

“It’s a scrapbook, I’ve been saving things that we have done as a group and that you’ve mentioned doing with Steve. Once you guys finally got together, I thought it was the best time to gift it to you. Figured it might be meaningful one day. I was playing the long game.”

“This is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me,” I choked out, wrapping my arms around her. Every memory and moment that we could document in ticket stubs, photos, receipts, and notes were in the album with the last bit of the book open for future events.

“There’s more,” She said sheepishly as we pulled away from each other.

I quickly reached in to the bag, pulling out a sweater. “Oh my god,” I squealed before looking at Steve. “Baby, now we can match!”

“I know how much you love his yellow sweater,” Robin said, laughing. “Can you guys go to J.C. Penny’s and take Christmas Card photos wearing them?”

“I’d love absolutely nothing more,” I gasped, leaning across the circle to grab Steve. “Babe, do you want to?”

“Of course I do,” Steve responded quietly as to not cause a scene with the party.

“Can we come too?” Dustin asked. “It can be a whole family affair.”

“Mom and Dad need some time away from the kids sometimes,” Steve groaned.

“We have to take them, Stevie, we can’t leave the kids out.”

“You’re the best parents ever,” Robin screamed, causing everyone to laugh and echo the sentiment.

“We have the best kids ever, don’t we,” I giggled, leaning in to Steve.

“Yeah, yeah,” He agreed, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead.

“Can we get some dessert now?” Argyle asked. “I’m starving.” Everyone else, agreeing with Argyle, got up and started heading to the kitchen.

“Let’s go, handsome,” I whispered, turning to look at the boy beside me.

“Give me a second, it’s our first minute alone since our children got here,” Steve sighed. “Let’s enjoy it.”

“Okay,” I sighed back, relaxing into Steve’s side as I looked into the kitchen, watching everyone talk and serve themselves dessert. This family was perfect, flaws and all.

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington Fluff #Steve HarringtonxReader #steve harrington au #Stranger Things #Stranger Things AU #Stranger Things Fic #Stranger Things Fluff #fckinwild kiwi #fckinwild kiwi writing #comp lady domestic december #domestic december #fluff

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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Since the 7th grade

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author note: had a dream about steve so here y'all go. i've also been going through some boy troubles so decided to write about it except i don't have a steve harrington and didn't get a happy ending 😅 i also added a little bit of a cute line from an 80s movie (the catch is i twisted the words a little) so if you guess it right then you'll get a follow :)

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

warning(s): unrequited love, misunderstanding, insecurity, fluff, smut, nipple sucking, oral (fem receiving), p in v, protected sex, not proofread

I just want to be good enough. Why aren’t I good enough? I ask this every day and yet there is no answer. Maybe I push too hard. Maybe I expect too much. I should just be happy I’m being given attention at all. This is what I tell myself as I lay in the middle of my bed crying.

The record I put on has long since stopped, but I can’t muster up the energy to put on something else, so I lay in the dark. How cliché that there’s a thunderstorm roaring outside. It doesn’t help my mood any, but at least it covers the silence. Why aren’t I enough?

The pillow below my head is wet from the tears, but I just move it to a dry spot because I know the tears won’t be stopping any time soon. I can’t believe I’m getting so worked up over some guy. He’s actually pretty shit. Most of the time I hate the way he makes me feel. Some part of me feels like he’ll change, but it’s been five years. I think the problem is me. I’ve tried getting rid of the problem, but it seems I can’t even do that right. You know what? It’s so funny because I’ve been crying my eyes out for hours and he couldn’t care less. He disappeared on me hours ago. I wish he’d disappear permanently.

I wish there was someone I could talk to about this. Steve is my best friend in the entire world, yet he’s the last person I could talk to. I’m in love with him. Our friendship is the reason I’m currently heartbroken over another boy. I figured if I let myself be enticed by someone else that the feelings would go away. Fuck, why couldn’t they go away? The question makes me squeeze my eyes tight as more tears flow down my face.

I light, “tap tap” sound is made, but I dismiss it as sounds from the raging storm. My door starts to squeak open, and I rush to wipe the tears from my face. It doesn’t even occur to me to be worried that I’m the only one home, yet someone is at my door. Thankfully it’s only Steve. Light spills in from the hallway but not a lot.

“We alive in here?” He asks me. His tone is full of amusement which any other day I’d appreciate, but right now it hurts to even breathe. I can’t let him know that though, so I say,

“Barely. What’s up? You know I gave you that key for emergencies.”

He closes the door behind him and walks towards the edge of my bed.

“It is an emergency! It’s raining outside and I’m bored.”

“Don’t you have that cute thing called a job that you’re supposed to be at?” I ask as I sit against the headboard. I take a breath in and feel a sharp pain in my ribcage.

“Road by Family Video got flooded so we got the day off.” I nod my head in acknowledgment.

“Hey, shouldn’t you be out it without Mr. Dude? The guy you’ve been head over heels for since freshman year?” and then the tears start flowing again. I sob as a hiccup is stuck in my throat. I can’t do this. I cry and cry. I can’t see Steve’s reaction, but I feel him hug me with no hesitation and he hugged me tight. It's like that for a while. Just me crying and him holding me. I eventually stop crying, but not by choice. The dam had no more water, so I just sat there in Steve’s arms, feeling my heart break.

“Do you want to talk about it?” The question lays heavy on my heart. I don’t respond right away but once I’m ready, I pull back from him and assume my original position.

“He just stopped answering. He stopped caring. I’m not sure if he cared in the first place. I tried so hard, but in the end, it wasn’t enough. Why am I not enough, Steve?” The wobble in my tone was evident. I don’t even try to hide it.

“Hey, don’t say that” his tone sounded as if I insulted his entire family. “I don’t know what’s going on between you to but do not ever base your worth over a guy. You’re worth more than gold baby and if he doesn’t see that then that’s his loss.”

The words sadly don’t penetrate as much as I would like them to. He moves over to the free side of my bed and wraps me up in a cuddle as we lay down. I didn’t realize how cold my room had gotten until I felt his body heat.

“I don’t see why you wanted a douche like him anyway.”

“Because I wanted to get over you.” It just slips. I never wanted him to find out. I can’t believe I just said that. Shit. Shit. Shit. The caressing of his hand on my back stops at the confession. I close my eyes and wish hard that this is just a dream and I’ll wake up in the middle of trig.

“Oh.” That’s all he says. I can’t even be mad. I wouldn’t know what to say either.

I try to move from his embrace, but his hold tightens.

“Maybe.. don’t.. get over me.” His tone is unclear as to whether a question or a statement. “This is probably a shitty time to tell you this, but in the 7th grade, I met a girl. Really pretty and always smiling. I was too nervous to talk to her and I’m not sure if I hid it well or not because she came up and started talking to me. We became best friends. I didn’t want to be just friends, but I wanted to stay close to her.”

I feel my heart clench at his story. I feel like he’s talking about me, but I don’t want to get my hopes up.

“I dated other people, accepting that I’d be nothing to her besides a friend, but those feelings never went away. Now, I’m lying in her bed, listening to her tell me that she has been on and off with the biggest asshole in Hawkins and crying over him all because she was trying to get over me.”

It is about me. I can’t help but smile to myself. I can’t explain what I’m feeling but it’s a feeling that I want to stay.

“So, please don’t get over me because I won’t ever be able to get over you.”

Everything feels like it’s moving fast. I barely had time to blink before I felt his lips on mine. I’ve heard the rumors, but this doesn’t compare. They felt so soft and meshed with mine perfectly. He held my cheek in the palm of his hand, so I put mine on top to keep the comfort there.

It’s been a few moments, but I pull back to catch a breath. His eyes look into mine and it’s such an intense emotion being expressed without any words being said. I feel my heart jump with excitement.

“I won’t. I won’t get over you.”

My words put a smile on his face. A true, genuine smile that lights up the room.

“Good. That means we’re on the same page.” I smile back at him and nod my head in agreement.

We embrace and roll to a position where he’s on top of me.

“Let me love you?” I take my bottom lip between my teeth and nod my head. He takes his thumb and slightly pulls my lip out.

“Don’t do that. Your lips are much too pretty to be bitten on.” He whispers before placing a quick kiss on them.

They move down to my cheek and the side of my jaw before landing on my neck. A sigh escapes my lips as he starts leaving love bites that I know are gonna be a pain to cover later.

He spends what feels like hours just worshipping almost every inch of my body. My clothes were quickly discarded as soon as his lips began wandering. He looks at peace as his lips are wrapped around my nipple. His eyes are closed as he sucks on one while playing with the other. The sight alone will probably get me off for the rest of my life. My hips involuntary jerk up but I’m too turned on to be embarrassed. He takes his hand that was playing with my nipple and slowly moves down my skin to hold my hips in place.

As he pulls away, a string of spit connects his bottom lips and my taut nipple. I groan and toss my head back.

“Fuck, I wish I could take a picture. You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”

I cover my face with my arm. My cheeks feel like they’re on fire. He moves his hand from my hip to take my arm from my face.

“No. I want you to see everything that I do to you tonight.”

His kisses continue down my body to right below my navel. I feel myself dripping with anticipation. There’s a tap on my clit and my thighs close around his head.

“Don’t be cruel. Please. I can’t take the teasing anymore.” I beg while squirming.

“Cruel with you? I could never.” And then he swiftly licks through my folds. The sound of my moan is covered by the rain, but I can tell he heard it by the way his hips grind against the mattress.

“Then get inside me. Now.”

“I love you. I really do, but I don’t have a condom.” He says as his face reaches back to mine.

“I do,” I say while leaning over to my bottom drawer. I keep them hidden under all my stuff in case my parents get extra nosey one day.

“You got em for him?”

“I was hoping. Glad I didn’t though.” I say after shrugging my shoulders.

After putting the condom on, he kisses me once more before easing inside of me. We both moan at the intrusion. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he goes deeper inside of me, the tip of his dick just grazing my cervix. My eyes screw closed tight, and I make sure quietly in his ear. I can tell it turns him on because the speed of his strokes picks up.

You can hear the sound of my wetness every time he goes in, and it turns me on beyond belief.

“F-faster. Please. I need you” I barely get out. He answers my prayer while kissing every inch of skin he can.

I slide my hand down until I reach my clit and start playing with it to help me get closer to my orgasm.

“You feel so good, baby. So fucking good.” His moaning sounded as pathetic as mine.

I make my hips meet his thrust. His head drops inside of my neck. The feeling of his dick throbbing inside of me. My abdomen tightens and then without warning, I cum. My legs shake and all you can hear is the sound of my moaning and the juices that are flowing between my thighs and over him.

I whisper praises in his ear to get him closer. He responded with little noises of his own that are making me go crazy.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Come on. Come for me. I need it.” I can tell he loves the praise. His moaning and grunting get louder, and I feel a second orgasm pulse through my body. His body stiffens a bit before his orgasm hits too. His curses hit my ears, but the tone makes me want to go another round.

I groan as he pulls out. His body plops down next to mine, but I get up to go pee before I forget.

“Hey, wait. What are you doing?” He asks. Even his confused face is cute.

“To go pee?”

“No. I’m still taking care of you.” He gets up and walks over to my side. I don’t even get a moment to understand what’s going on before he picks me up and starts walking to the bathroom. I can’t help but laugh as he sets me down on the toilet.

I look up at him questioningly.

“May I have privacy please?” I ask playfully.

“Now that you’re dating me? No. Wherever you go, I go.”

I roll my eyes at this.

“Oh, is that what we’re doing now? Dating?”

“I would say so. Yes.” He says matter-of-factly.

“I must’ve missed when you asked me out,” I respond and just give up and start peeing.

“Y/n,” he starts.

“No! You are not asking me out while I’m in the middle of a piss!” I say while laughing.

“Okay, fine! But hurry up. If I'm gonna spend the rest of my life with you, I want it to start as soon as possible."

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #stranger things smut

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eddiemunsonsluvrrr · 2 years

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Hey everyone! My name is Delilah! I’m so glad you’re here and have decided to check out my blog!

Here’s a little bit about me for you all to know!

I’m twenty-years-old.

My pronouns are she/her.

My fic reblog/recommendation page is @delilah-recommends !

I’m not new to Tumblr or the Stranger Things and Criminal Minds fandoms, this is just a new account because I haven’t been on here since I was sixteen which was a very embarrassing time XD.

I’ve been a huge Criminal Minds fan for years, and started watching the show when I was eleven (shocking, I know right. No wonder why I’m so traumatised lol). I’ve also been a massive fan of Stranger Things since the show premiered! And I have been resurrected to Tumblr because of Mr Eddie Munson (in my defence, Joe Quinn is beautiful).

My blog is not 18+. However, if I write anything smutty or anything that is remotely NSFW then I ask minors not to interact with those posts and block the tag ( #delilah.nsfw ).

You can call me by any nicknames (preferably no masculine ones, ‘sir’ etc), and you are always welcome to drop me a dm if you want to talk about anything too! I’m a really friendly person, I promise!

I am a major Swiftie, so there will be a lot of Taylor Swift references in my works XD.

I’m a part of some other fandoms, so don’t hesitate to drop an ask if you want to know them, or even if you want to get to know me! I love making new friends!

I will not tolerate any hate, bullying, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia etc! Treat People With Kindness!

I am British, so any scheduled posts will be in GMT (the british time zone!). And I also apologise for any inaccuracies in fics set in other countries, don’t hesitate to drop me an inbox to fix anything!

Here is the Masterlist of all of my works and any of my non-fic posts which are my favourite!

Everything will be organised in chronological order, from oldest to newest!

Requests are currently open!

I can’t ensure that they will be completed quickly, due to me being in full-time education as well as having my own personal mental health struggles (which I’m on medication for!). But, I will try my best to get them written as quickly as possible!

Who I currently write for:

- Eddie Munson ( + Joseph Quinn )

- 001/Peter Ballard ( + Jamie Campbell Bower )

- Steve Harrington ( + Joe Keery )

- Spencer Reid ( + Matthew Gray Gubler )

- Benedict Bridgerton

- Anthony Bridgerton

- Robin Buckley ( + Maya Hawke )

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marcspectrr · 1 year

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I posted 1,030 times in 2022

That's 6 more posts than 2021!

125 posts created (12%)

905 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mrs-steve-harrington

@marcspectrr

@moonlayl

@msaudreyanne

@themandaloriandaily

I tagged 761 of my posts in 2022

Only 26% of my posts had no tags

#moon knight - 313 posts

#marc spector - 183 posts

#steven grant - 146 posts

#layla el faouly - 107 posts

#moonlayl - 67 posts

#moon knight fan art - 64 posts

#star wars - 49 posts

#obx - 39 posts

#jake lockley - 38 posts

#the mandalorian - 37 posts

My Top Posts in 2022:

Reasons why the way in which Marc and Layla's relationship was physically depicted is so special.

380 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

Something that's interesting about the way Steven keeps his space in comparison to Marc's...

571 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

It's this one word that's got me reeling a little bit this time. Someone come join me in this rabbit hole.

We've heard Marc's voice when he's angry, right? And seen his face, when he's frustrated and upset?

You should really quickly rewatch this scene right here, specifically 30:32-30:45, right before we hear Layla's hesitant"Marc?" , then we get her looking at him, reading him, at this point having just seen another suit.

Because none of those things are in his voice or on his face here.

Marc's eyes finally find her, watching him so carefully, and it's not anger that causes his voice to come out so quietly, it's not frustration that causes it to shake. His breathless "Yeah" sounds like both a reassurance and a question, directed at her and himself, and it's filled with unease, his "I blacked out" holding so much fear.

I just feel like this being the most explicit acknowledgment of Jake we get and pairing it with Marc not holding back actual fear (a very rare thing, no?) is so...perfect. Showing how Jake just...emotionally disarms Marc before even really meeting him. Both of them being so scared to meet, Marc realizing what exactly Jake has been doing for him, Jake realizing that Marc doesn't actually hate him for always pulling them back from the edge ahdjfkfkfk

658 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

It's funny because Steven will stand there, physically trying to take up the least amount of room possible, making himself seem small with his postures and his gestures but he won't hesitate to spill his heart out about the most mundane sentiments, being unapologetically himself no matter how much space that means he takes up. Then you have Marc, who will keep his chin up only so people can't see how much he truly wants to drop it and hide instead, who will stand tall even though all he wants to do is disappear, knowing that being himself means being deemed as an ungrateful waste of space.

793 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

sometimes I think about the instances where Marc genuinely smiles

1,415 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

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rogueddie · 1 year

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I posted 4,524 times in 2022

That's 4,524 more posts than 2021!

1,636 posts created (36%)

2,888 posts reblogged (64%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@himbohohoharringtxn

@aringofsalt

@steveshairychest

@phantypurple

@girlwhoknewtheoriginoflove

I tagged 2,274 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#stranger things - 936 posts

#ask - 679 posts

#steve harrington - 642 posts

#eddie munson - 561 posts

#steddie - 465 posts

#stranger queues - 306 posts

#steve x eddie - 241 posts

#robin buckley - 114 posts

#joseph quinn - 55 posts

#ficlet - 52 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#if this hasnt posted right again then i don't care i'm just going to die about it adfgfdsa sorry for possibly destroying your notifs baby 🥺

I sent 2 gifts in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

The best part about former mean girl Steve is the fact that Eddie seems to have just been waiting for someone to complain about Dustin, like he didn't be the one to start it because he's just a kid, but as soon as he's given the opportunity? It's his tone, right?

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"Something is really wrong with Steve," Robin says.

The party look up, startled. They wait for her to continue, but she starts pacing nervously. It immediately sets the kids on edge, glancing at each other uneasy.

"What do you mean?" Dustin eventually speaks up. "Is he... ill?"

"No, no, it's... his parents came home, right?"

"Yeah, we know," Max snorts. "Dustins mom had to ban him from the house because he wouldn't leave."

"He can't avoid them forever," Dustin points out. "I get that it's hard to talk to them when you have to lie all the time but they're, like, paying for all his shit."

"No they aren't!" Robins voice cracks. "They cut him off years ago! Dude, he hates them and now he's writing up a resignation letter so he can go work for his dad."

"Why is that a bad thing?" El asks, eyes a little wide.

"He'd have to train for a few months in New York for one."

"New York?!" All of them burst out. They all try to speak at once, loud and panicked. They're so loud that Hopper bursts out, confused and tired and panicked.

"What the hell is going on?" He snaps.

The kids all look a little guilty. El stands up so he looks at her. "We are worried about Steve."

"What? Jeez, that's what you're yelling about?"

"He's moving away!" Mike snaps. "To New York! For months!"

Hopper frowns at him like he's not making sense. "New York?"

"To work with his dad," Robin adds. "I didn't know if I should talk him out-"

"They're back?" Hopper asks. He's gone still, voice devoid of emotion and dangerously calm. "How long?"

"A month? Maybe more, it-"

"And they're home now? Do you know if Steve is there with them? It's not one of his shifts, is it? That'd make it easier."

"What? No, he's home. Make what easier?"

Hopper ignores the question, grabbing his coat and shoes. "Stay here, I won't be long."

He ignores the questions that grow frantic and panicked when he picks up his gun, stomping out the door at a fast pace. Robin is yelling from the door as he climbs into his car. She's too taken aback to even begin to think of how to answer to avalanche of questions the kids throw at her.

Hopper gets to the Harrington house in record time, having sped just a little to get there. Mrs Harrington is the one who opens the door and looks a little guilty when she sees him.

"Where is he?" Hopper asks.

She steps back, letting him in. "In his room."

Hopper pushes past her, taking the stairs two at a time. Steve is sat at his desk when he enters the room without knocking, head snapping up and looking startled. He looks a little ashamed when he realizes that it's Hopper.

"Hop," Steves voice is strained. He frowns when Hopper ignores him, pulling his closet open. "Uh, Hopper? What are you doing?"

"Taking you home," Hopper mutters. He pulls out the three bags he knows Steve has been keeping hidden, just in case. "Come on, pack up."

"I can't just-"

"Yes you can. Pack. Up."

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Steve and Robin are very physically affectionate. It's part of their friendship, Eddie supposes, for them to be all over each other. He knows it's not romantic. He and Robin have already come out to each other, there's nothing to worry about there...

But Eddie has started to wonder if that physical affection is restricted to Robin. He's started to wonder if he'd be allowed to be like that with Steve. He's started to wonder if it would mean the same thing.

He decides there's only one way to find out. He decides to just... go for it. Slowly. He hopes it leads to good things.

When they next sit down to watch a movie in Eddies trailer, he doesn't go for the single chair, tells Robin and Steve to shift. It's a squeeze, but they all fit. Steve is squished between him and Robin but, if anything, he looks very happy.

He starts sitting closer after that, pressing fully against him. He never looks bothered, doesn't even acknowledge it happening outside of the occasional smile sent his way.

So Eddie ups the ante. He starts touching his back, as casually as he can- the first time, he puts a hand on his lower back, gently pushing him forward so Eddie can squeeze past. Sometimes he'll pat him on the back. Usually, he'd let his hand rest on Steves back when he's leaning close.

But, again, Steve doesn't react much. Sometimes Eddie will catch him smiling to himself, sometimes will feel him leaning back into the contact. So it's more than ok. But Eddie kind of wants to see Steve react...

He puts a hand on Steves thigh one day. The opportunity was perfect- Robin is on the other side of the room and Steve, sitting next to him, blocks his view. So he shifts, leaning forward, using Steves thigh as leverage.

Steve goes a little pink, but still... no real reaction.

Eddie keeps getting more touchy. To the point where no one bats an eye at Eddie being just as all over Steve as Robin is. Yet, aside from blushing a little more, Steve doesn't react.

Eddie isn't sure why he wants Steve to react, isn't sure how he wants him to react. He just knows that something will happen if he starts pushing and he's too curious to see what it is to stop now.

In the end, it's the smallest thing that finally makes him crack.

Eddie had come into the kitchen, finding Steve in the middle of doing the dishes. He'd snorted when he noticed a loose strand of hair hanging loose, Steve struggling to push it back without using his wet, soapy hands.

So Eddie stepped forward without thinking, gently brushing the hair back, taking a moment to brush through his hair and making sure it's sat right, how he usually styles.

"Oh, you fucking..." Steve muttered. He narrowed his eyes, almost glaring. "I don't know if you're just trying to be friends, but if that's all you want then you need to tell me, right now, because otherwise I'm going to kiss you."

Eddie blinks, stunned. "Your gonna what?"

But Steve takes that as an answer. Which then gives Eddie his; that type of physical affection is restricted to Robin. It means something very different with Eddie.

Later, curled up in bed with him, Eddie knows he's definitely found a good thing. He decides that he's not going to let go, not unless Steve wants him to.

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I am beginning to feel concerned about how much more attractive I find Steve Harrington while he's distressed or injured. That's not a good sign right?

13,019 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Duffer Brothers : We're going to make a character that is so bland-

Joe Quinn : Funky little queer boy. Does a little jig. Weirdo. Joe Keery looks great with his top off. D&D. Nerd. Good with kids. Rings.

Duffer Brothers : Wait, no, he's supposed to have a rivalry with Steve like Billy did and-

Joe Quinn : No. They're in a gay relationship now. That's his boyfriend. Big boy.

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peterflopker · 5 years

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#this is a roger harrington stan blog #any hate WILL be deleted #mr harrington is my Daddy #and yall can quote me on that #i just love sad and pathetic men #its why i stan who i stan #mr harrington #roger harrington #martin starr #spiderman far from home #spiderman homecoming #mcu #marvel

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germvity · 3 years

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hello! im germ and i own this multifandom blog.

im mainly a writer but i like drawing and editing things too ☺️

my reader is gender neutral unless stated otherwise.

blog name was: enavity

this blog will contain swearing! if that's something you don't like feel free to leave!

don't repost any of my stuff please

reblogs > likes (but idm!)

personal writing tag: #germvity writing

personal random talk tag: #germvity venting

don't use my personal tags pls and ty

i do not tolerate: racism, pedoph!lia, death threats/r@pe threats/r@pe jokes (they were never funny and never will be) (will write dub-con but nothing else!), su!c!de baiting, threats of s*lf h*rm/sh baiting, homophobia/transphobia/anti-lgbt, abuse giving people shit for their religion, posting hate for a fandom i write in: i.e i write for slashers sometimes and ik people think we condone their actions even tho we don't + they're fictional soo chill.

i'm uncomfortable with some kinks such as:

feet, scat!!!, ageplay (fucking gross), snuff, heavy bondage, extreme bdsm, spanking/cropping, slave/owner (more maybe added idk)

(fandoms and stories below cut)

• ENA - joel g:

ena, moony

• DBD:

surv: feng min, yui kimura, jake park, elódie rakoto, quentin smith, felix richter, yun-jin lee, cheryl mason, leon s. kennedy, steve harrington (more may be added)

killer: danny johnson (ghostface), demogorgon (pls don't judge me 😭), michael myers (shape), sally smithson (nurse), anna (huntress), rin yamaoka (spirit aka best girl who deserved so much better), f.j.s.j (legion - seperate ownly), adiris (plague), caleb quinn (deathslinger), talbot grimes (blight), charlotte deshay (twins), ji-woon hak (trickster) (more may be added)

• CAMP CAMP:

max, nikki, neil, nerris, harrison, preston, sasha, erin, jasper (aged up only!), david, gwen, daniel

• GENSHIN IMPACT:

kaeya, amber, venti, albedo, diluc, childe, razor (more may be added)

(more may be added)

requests closed atm!

• FANTASTIC MR FOX:

(human versions/animal!reader only i don't do animal/human (ironic isn't it bc i write for demo-))

ash, kris, agnes (aged up), mr fox aka red bc he canonically doesn't have a first name (aka dilf 😩), stan weasel, felicity fox, franklin bean (please his voice is perfect)

• CREEPYPASTA(s):

jeff, ben, toby, tim/masky, brian/hoodie, helen/bloody painter, jane 😍, eyeless jack, laughing jack, isaac grossman, sally (PLATONICALLY), (more may be added)

• THE ARCANA:

asra, julian, portia, nadi 💜, muriel, lucio, valdemar, vulgora, volta, vlastomil, valerius

• MIRACULOUS LADYBUG:

adrien, chat noir, luka, nathaniel, chloe, alya, marinette, alix, félix, kagami

• THE WALTEN FILES:

brian stells, sophie walten (fem only), jack walten, felix kranken

• FNAF:

william afton (fnaf series), michael afton/schmidt (fnaf series), jeremy fitzgerald (fnaf series)

• FINAL FANTASY 7 REMAKE:

cloud strife <3, biggs, jessie, reno, leslie kyle <3

• BLACK OPS ZOMBIES:

edward richtofen, tank dempsey, nikolai belinski, takeo masaki, marlton johnson, abigail “misty” briarton, michael “finn” o’leary, albert “weasel” arlington, billy handsome, sal deluca, scarlett rhodes, bruno delacroix, diego necalli, stanton shaw

STORIES:

rises the moon // leon kennedy x reader

chapters:

1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 , 11 , 12 , 13 , 14 , 15

#dead by daylight #rooster teeth #camp camp #ena joel g #genshin impact #introduction #creepypasta #the arcana #multifandom #final fantasy #ff7 remake #cod zombies

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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Hi! I love your blog and i check daily for updates because your fics/drabbles make my days! I wanted to request (if you're up to it) something with steve going deaf after the concussion in s2? Thank you so much! I hope you feel better soon and have a great day❤

So, I’ve broken my eardrums several times and that causes temporary hearing loss, so I based what Steve experiences on that as well as some stuff I read written by folks that lost their hearing.

I also wanna rec this fic, which has a similar idea, but Steve begins the story hard of hearing, so I tried to make them different!

Read on Ao3

Billy doesn’t know what happened when the kids drugged him and left him there.

All he knows is that he was startled awake by the sounds of Maxine driving his own car and the kids fucking screaming.

Something about Harrington being bitten?

And they dragged Steve out of his car, and he was bloody, and unconscious, and had a big gash in the back of his head.

Billy helped them bring him to the couch, using Steve’s jacket to pillow his head, trying to staunch the bleeding from the wound there.

“Why the fuck didn’t you take him to the hospital?”

Everyone was quiet as Steve groaned, shifting slightly.

His eyes fluttered open.

They were hazy and unfocused, looking slowly around the room.

“Hey, buddy. How are ya feeling?” Steve stared blankly at Dustin.

“I, what?”

Steve felt like he was underwater.

The world was moving too slowly around him, everything was hazy and muffled and he didn’t know which way was up, which part of his body hurt more.

He barely remembers being in those tunnels, the ‘dogs rushing them, getting tossed against the cave wall.

And then, nothing.

Nothing but blue eyes and rough hands.

And Dustin asked him something, but he was too far away, or maybe he was being quiet for once in his life, but Steve just heard ay-u are-a ee.

And then Billy said something, and Steve could pick up osital before Billy was picking him up like he weighed nothing and putting him back in that car.

And Steve could sort of make out the sound of the engine through his underwater brain.

But it didn’t sound anything like it did that first day when Billy roared into the high school parking lot, didn’t even sound like when Max was driving earlier.

And Billy fucking knew something was wrong.

Every time he spoke, Steve didn’t acknowledge him. And he would chalk it up to Steve just fucking hating him, but he figured he’d get some kind of response, even if it was just a glare.

He took him to the emergency room, helping him out of the car.

“My friend hit his head. He’s bleeding and he’s really spaced out.”

Steve let the nurses and the doctors examine him.

He felt like he was only going deeper under water.

“I’m sorry, I can’t, I can’t hear you.”

He couldn’t even hear his own voice.

The nurse’s smile slid right off her face.

And then there was another doctor, and he was wheeled into a new room, and had to lay very still in a large cream colored tube.

“Harrington?”

Billy hadn’t been allowed to accompany Steve back. No familial relation, and all that.

But he was getting regular updates as they performed new tests.

Last he heard, Steve was being taken for a scan, which Billy didn’t like the sound of.

“Our imaging has presented us with the cause of his loss of hearing. It appears that-”

“Sorry, loss of hearing?” And it made sense, it really did, but it also sent a fucking chill down Billy’s spine. Moreso than the unexplained animal bite that was oozing blood and puss from Steve’s leg.

“Yes, it appears Mr. Harrington has suffered a severe enough concussion we have classified it as a traumatic brain injury. Due to the location of the blow, his auditory processing has been affected. We believe he has lost approximately 90% of his hearing.”

“But this is like, just temporary, right? He’ll be fine?”

“It’s rare to lose hearing due to damage to the brainstem, so unfortunately, we don’t know.”

“You don’t, you don’t know? He could be fucking deaf forever, and you don’t know?” She gave him an unimpressed look, stared him down until he deflated, mumbled a sorry.

“Look, his injury is uncommon, not unprecedented. We hope for a full recovery, but at this point, it’s unlikely.” She gave him a half smile as he thanked her, and turned on her heel.

They gave Steve a notepad.

He didn’t like talking.

Felt like he sounded stupid.

Couldn’t hear himself to know otherwise.

And of course, he didn’t know sign language. Never had put much thought into learning it.

The nurses would give him pitying smiles, would write down their questions for him. They mostly kept to yes or no’s, allowing him to nod or shake his head.

Does it still hurt? Has your hearing improved? Do you need more pain killers?

He slept through the rest of the night, but he chalks that up to the morphine they pumped him with, the adrenaline draining from his body.

The next morning he woke up to a sweet looking nurse, writing him a note that he had visitors, and he was welcome to tell them no.

He sighed, and nodded, giving a vague come in gesture.

It was Joyce and Hop.

And Steve realized he was relieved the kids weren’t there.

Joyce scribbled something on his pad.

They told us everything. I’m so sorry, Honey.

And Steve stared crying. Started sobbing, because Joyce’s hugs were warm but her soft voice was gone.

Billy had never left the emergency room.

He had curled in one of the uncomfortable chairs, and dozed off until morning, when the Police Chief rolled in with the gaggle of kids and a short woman that gave him a shockingly tight hug, and thanked him for taking care of Steve.

“He’s deaf.” Billy’s throat felt raw. “They told me last night. Scanned his brain and the injury was real bad. They don’t know if he’ll ever hear again.”

“But they, there’s nothing they can do?” Dustin was pale.

“Not really. They said, it’s rare for how he was injured to result in hearing loss, so they just don’t know.”

The chief took that woman back to see Steve, told the kids they didn’t know if he was up for visitors just yet.

Dustin had an odd look on his face.

He set his jaw, rolled his shoulders back, planted himself in front of Billy.

“Take me to the library.” Billy raised an eyebrow.

“Not a chance.”

“Take me to the library.”

“Kid, no.”

“Yes! I need to do research! If I learn sign language, I can help Steve so we can communicate!” Lucas stood behind him.

“Take us to the library.” When Maxine stood as well, Billy sighed.

“Fine. Get in the car.”

Apparently Nancy and Jonathan broke into his house.

Nancy still remembered where he kept the spare key.

She had an odd look on her face as she passed Steve some sweats, a clean shirt. Jonathan scribbled a note and gestured to the bag he placed on one of the chairs.

We brought more clothes, didn’t know how long you’re staying.

He didn’t know either.

He told them thanks. One word was easy enough, and he’s pretty sure he saw Nancy’s eyes go a little teary at the sound of his voice.

Billy ushered the kids into the building, going over to chat with the librarian.

He had spent a decent amount of time here since moving to Hawkins. They had a decent selection, and plenty of the classics he liked to read.

He was too tired to flirt, but kept polite conversation as the kids rushed around.

“We need all the books you have on American Sign Language, deafness, and anything else on the subject.” She gave Dustin a pointed look.

“Mr. Henderson, you have five books checked out, as well as five you stole-”

“I’ll bring those back. This is urgent.” Billy put on his best tragic look.

“Marissa, the kid’s best friend has a, well he’s just gone deaf. Had a terrible accident. They just wanna be there for him, you know?” She looked at him. Her resolve was slipping. “You know, use my card for ‘em. You know I’m reliable.”

He checked out very few books, opted to read them in the library instead.

She sighed.

“I’ll show you what we’ve got.” And she grumbled all the way to the stack.

Steve was staring out the window when he received a note about more visitors.

He knew he’d have to face the kids at some point, he was just hoping to put it off.

He smiled as warmly as he could when they came in, his eyes going wide when Billy trailed in behind them.

He looked like shit.

Dustin scribbled something on the notepad.

Billy took us to the library and we got books on sign language and we’re all going to learn together so that we can all still communicate.

He wrote like he talked, run on sentences with rushed, sloppy, handwriting.

Everyone was staring at him weird, and he realized he had laughed. He took notepad scribbling on it quickly.

Thank you guys. Means a lot. Dustin smiled at him, nodding. He cast a glance over to Billy, leaning against the wall, staring out the window. Dustin took the pad.

He hasn’t left since he brought you here he slept out in the waiting room and took us to the library to get all the books AND let us check them out on his library card.

Steve nodded, clearing his throat. Billy’s jaw tightened at the sound.

“Billy.” His head whipped around, his eyes wide at Steve’s voice. Not too loud. He held up what Dustin had written down. “Thank you.” Billy just nodded at him.

The kids were picked up one by one, giving Steve tight hugs before they left.

Until it was Max asleep in a chair, Billy sitting in the other.

Steve watched as Billy took off his jacket, draping it over Max like a blanket.

He gave Steve a tight smile. Steve picked up the pad.

Why have you stayed? You didn’t have to.

Billy shrugged. Worried about you.

Steve flushed.

I’m okay.

Billy gave him a look.

Well, I will be. Billy gave him a little half smile. You really took them to the library?

The little mouthy one bullied me into it.

Steve laughed. Billy tried to stifle his own smile.

Love the image of Dustin bullying you into doing something.

Yeah well, it was humiliating. Steve smiled at him again.

So, are you learning sign language too?

Just the important shit. Princess, Pretty Boy, pain in my ass. The three P’s. Steve laughed again.

Right. Important shit. Remind me to learn asshole and piece of trash.

Steve had never really taken much notice to the way Billy laughed. But now that he couldn’t hear it, he studied Billy’s face. His eyes scrunched up, and had his teeth always been that white, and that straight? His Adam’s apple bobbed when he laughed and Steve didn’t even think, reached out and pressed his fingers softly against his throat, his palm flat on his chest.

Billy went still. Steve recoiled.

Sorry. Wanted to see if I could feel your laugh. Billy smiled sheepishly at him, taking his hand and bringing it back to his throat.

Steve could feel the vibrations in his throat, the way the air made his neck shift, his Adam’s apple moving.

He didn’t know what Billy was saying, just liked the way his lips moved, the way he could feel the words in his fingertips.

Steve’s face was soft as Billy spoke, his eyes big, his fingers soft against Billy’s throat.

“I guess I can say this now. Since you’re not ever gonna hear me say it, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I said to you, did to you. You just, you scare the shit outta me, Pretty Boy. I’m not, not allowed to feel this way about you. About, about any boy. Neil’s made that really fucking clear. But I saw you, and I wanted to be near you, to hear you laugh, be the, the cause of all your damn smiles, and I’ve made you laugh twice today. And that’s the best damn feelin’ in the world.”

Steve’s eyes flicked up to his face when he couldn’t feel words anymore, and those soft fingers retreated again.

Steve took the notepad.

Billy liked his handwriting.

I like the way it feels when you talk. He smiled all bright and Steve Harrington pretty. Never thought about feeling someone speaking like that before. And then Billy’s heart sank. What did you say.

Talkin’ shit on you.

That’s rude. I’m a deaf person now. That’s bigamy.

I’m going to assume you meant bigotry. Steve flushed.

Yeah, whatever. Steve was all huffy. It was adorable.

Sorry, I’ll only talk shit in sign once we all earn it.

Thank you. I appreciate it. Steve reached out, slapping playfully at Billy’s chest. Billy had the overwhelming urge to take his hand, kiss his knuckles.

He was too scared.

When do you get out of here? I got an idea.

Billy was there to pick him and take him home.

Steve had been in the hospital for over two weeks, as they wanted to monitor the injury.

He had completely lost his hearing, and had given up hope of it returning.

But Billy had been by everyday, usually bringing Dustin and some of the library books, and they had all mastered the sign language alphabet, and had all learned a few words.

Steve had a few bags of things people had brought to him, everything fitting nicely in the trunk of the Camaro.

Billy had offered to drive him own, wanted to see something.

He made a beeline to the quarry, finding a spot overlooking the water.

He took the pad from Steve’s lap, writing I have an idea, tell me when you can feel it.

He rifled through the cardboard box in the backseat, holding up the tape for Steve to see.

It was KISS, Dynasty.

Steve made a face.

Billy rolled his eyes, pushing the tape in. He turned up the bass, cranking the volume.

The first song, I Was Made For Lovin’ You, had one of Billy’s favorite bass lines ever.

He turned up the bass some more, until his speakers sounded like shit, the song completely distorted.

But Steve’s eyes were wide, his hand on his chest. Billy stole the pad.

At concerts, sometimes you can feel the bass in your body. I thought that might work for you. Can still listen to music. I got a lot of bass heavy stuff.

Steve’s bottom lip trembled.

He sniffed, wiping at his eyes.

Billy doesn’t know what he had done wrong, if maybe it was insensitive, this whole music thing.

He went to turn down the music, but Steve grabbed his wrist. He took the notepad.

Thank you, Billy. You’re really nice. Not listening to music anymore was really making me sad. This was a good idea.

Steve smiled at him, his eyes still wide and gooey wet.

Billy didn’t think about.

Just put one hand on the back of Steve’s neck, and pulled him forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Steve was stiff against him, and Billy was about to pull back, scribble an apology on the pad, put then Steve sighed, and melted against Billy.

They pulled away from one another, and Steve was biting his lip, made Billy kiss him again.

Been wanting to do that for a while. Billy had tossed the pad onto his lap. Steve scoffed at it.

Why didn’t you?

Too scared. Steve just looked at him. The song clicked to the next, the steady kick drum of 2,000 Man made Steve’s hand flutter back to his chest. You like this one?

This album is good. Now that I can’t actually hear it. Billy shoved him. Steve huffed a little laugh.

Dick.

#yikes writes #this one got so long but i wanted to end it on a happier note #i actually really like this one #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #deaf!steve #deaf!steve harrington

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troop-scoop · 4 years

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Mistakes & Regrets I

Summary: When a trip to your Dad’s hometown of Hawkins goes wrong, you end up in the year 1983, and have to learn how to cope with being stuck in the past.

Pairing: Steve Harrington / Future!Reader (Slow Burn)

A/n: This is my first stranger things fic, I’ve done other fandoms, and i’ve been itching to get this idea out, let me know if you liked the first part, and if you want to be tagged! (Pls be nice, i’m shy lol) (Also, I had this on a side blog, that I decided to bring to my main blog)

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The 1980’s were weird, that was your final opinion. Mainly because it was so much like home, they had phones, they dressed almost like you were used to, they had music you’d grown up on, like The Clash and Elton John, but a lot of the songs that were decades older than you, were new to them.

And while you knew every lyric to ‘The Safety Dance’ and ‘Come on Eileen’ everyone around you was still trying to learn them, and would jumble them from time to time. But at the young age of two, you were dancing along to The Clash while your dad laughed and danced with you.

Knowing that some songs you loved wouldn’t come out for up to twenty years later made you upset, not being able to listen to Nirvana. Suddenly you wanted to be in the car, listening to your dad try to sing along to Ed Sheeran or Taylor Swift. It was always amusing seeing his reaction to the newest songs on the radio while he drove you to school.

There was another thing about this time period that you found weird. They actually had lockers. All of the lockers from your school had been taken out in the late 90’s when a kid hid a gun and drugs in his, so no one had lockers except for in the locker room. So having to remember two different combos was a pain in your ass.

“L/n!”

A heavy sigh escaped your nose as your lips went thin in fake annoyance even though he hadn’t fully approached you.

“What do you want, Harrington?” You questioned, turning from the open grey locker to see him just a few feet away.

He gave you a look of fake offense as he leaned against the locker next to yours a hand over his on his chest, sadly were the latch of your own was, so you couldn’t use the door as a shield,

“Hey, now, who said I wanted anything? I just wanna talk to my friend.”

You were kind of friends. He was nice, at least to you. Though you’d seen him be a douchebag to other students. The cliche you’d seen in a movie of highschool. The popular guy who only cared about popularity and the people he was around. And you didn’t know why he thought you were a good person to be around, because when you were six you accidently set your curtains on fire while the babysitter fell asleep. And you were pretty sure you gave off ‘crazy bitch’ vibes.

You turned back to the locker and shook your head, grabbing your English textbook and looking back to him, a hand holding onto the door while you leaned into it. “Okay, why do you want to talk to me?” You questioned with a fake smile.

“Alright, grumpy. Tommy H, Carol, and I wanna hang out at yours tonight. My parents don’t leave for three more days, and Carol’s mom hates Tommy, and you know how Tommy’s dad is.” He explained, looking down at you.

You hummed in amusement. “Not happening.” You responded, grabbing the hood of his hoodie and placing it in his locker, closing the door in on it. “Have fun.”

“Y/n!” He exclaimed in a sudden panic at being stuck in your locker, not being able to pull himself loose. “This isn’t funny, I will tell Mrs. Click!” He threatened as you stepped back, a genuine grin on your face as you looked up at him.

“A tattle tale? Didn’t think you’d stoop that low, and also, Mrs. Click? You think I’m scared of my History teacher? She’s afraid of saying ‘Wench’ out loud while we reading historical texts. She’s not intimating.”

Steve nodded a bit in thought. “Yeah… Okay, maybe I didn’t think that through, I’ll go to principal-”

“If I get suspended, I get suspended.” You shrugged. “Find a way to get me something to listen to music on, and something that has music on it, and then I’ll let you go.”

“Are you… Are you bribing me? Y/n L/n is bribing me? The new girl is bribing me.” He said in awe, still grasping onto his hoodie, looking at you with his mouth agape and his eyebrows raised.

When you only tilted your head he groaned, pulling on the cotton material. “Fine, Walkman or Record Player?”

“Hmm… Walkman.” You replied.

“Queen or Blondie?” He questioned, a smile coming across your face as you reached up to the lock.

“Both.”

Steve rolled his eyes as you unlocked your locker, setting him free. “That wasn’t fair, you look innocent.” He grumbled.

You mimicked his eye roll, closing the locker and walking away through the hall. ‘Fair’ being repeated in your head. Nothing was fair anymore to you. You’d been normal, just an annoying kid who was obsessed with Grey’s Anatomy, and history. That was what you had to your name. Your friends had once watched the bad uneducational tv show with you just to try and understand your obsession, you dad even had given it a chance, only saying that most of the characters were annoying.

But you only had history now. And some of the things you were supposed to learn in AP European history haven’t even happened yet. And it was freaking you out.

What was freaking you out more? Knowing you had a ‘classmate’ in your History class, who sat next to you, and was your relative. Your dad’s brother.

Sitting next to him was strange. Because he was your uncle. He’d been the one who bought you your first bike, and watched you fall off and break your wrist after your dad had let go of the bike.

To say that being his partner on a history project was weird, was an understatement. Because the entire time you felt like hitting your head against the desk, because he didn’t really change.

“What’s so important about a quote?”

“Are you serious?”

“As serious as the Titanic.” You responded, brows furrowed.

He stayed quiet for a moment. “I don’t know.” He admitted, receiving a chuckle from you as you watched him flip through the book. “I don’t even understand this project.”

“Come on, we have to choose a quote from a historical piece of fiction, We were assigned Romeo and Juliet.” You said grabbing your book and flipping to a certain page. “Romeo, oh Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” You teased, knowing that the page you were on didn’t have that in there.

The boy was technically older than you, but right now, you were the same age, and he was shaking his head with a smile. “It’s like she wanted him to be stalking her.” He responded.

“What?”

“She’s asking where he is.” He shrugged. “It’s weird, cause he still doesn’t come out when she asks that.”

“That’s not what she means. It’s early modern English. Phrases were different. She’s asking why he has to be Romeo. In modern words it’d be ‘Romeo, oh Romeo, why does it have to be Romeo.’ She’s upset because the guy she likes is in the enemy’s family.”

The boy looked at you, eyes scanning your face for a moment, looking for any hint of you joking, but he didn’t he finally spoke. “You could teach this class better than her.” He said in a hushed voice to make it so Mrs. Click didn’t hear.

“No-”

“L/n!” The two of you snapped your attention to the older woman who was scowling. “Back to work!”

You rolled your eyes and looked back to him as the bell rang. “That’s our cue.”

The 80’s were weird, and you didn’t like them. What with being so similar to home. With your uncle in the same history class as you, and being close to your dad, but older than him and not seeing him as your dad. And knowing people around you who were almost Baby Boomers, and in your time, would reprimand you for the jokes you made and your views of the world.

Being 16 in your time had been easier, able to cheat off websites for homework, and texting, which seemed to have been taken for granted by you.

Here, you couldn’t say you didn’t have a mom, but rather two dads. Because it was the 80’s and you knew the comments you’d get. You also couldn’t say your full name. That the dad you were genetically related to was the one who gave you the second last name that your uncle had and everyone would question it, and it pained you not being able to go by it, because he’d taught you more things than anyone else ever had. He’d taught you how to ride a book, and said that he’d be disappointed if you ever got ditching class, and that if you were going to do it, not to get caught for his sanity.

You would regret ever coming to this town with him, and you would regret the choice to ever run out of Enzo’s after your other dad yelled at you for being drenched from the rain after you ran in, finding that it was a formal restaurant and not a casual one. You’d regret going into the woods and getting lost, because all you wanted, was to be held by your dad and have him tell you it was going to be okay, You wanted to hear him walking down the hall late at night when he couldn’t sleep and you were hiding under your blankets with your phone, tying not to get caught for being up late.

But you had the fear that you’d never see your dad, as your dad. That you’d have to continue growing up in a time that has been written in history books. That you’d have to watch as technology progressed, and that you’d be conscious and aware for the year you were born.

You were still a kid, even if you didn’t look like it. Just six year ago, you’d been in elementary school, and you still got nightmares and went to your dads’ room because you were still scared of sleeping alone. You hadn’t been since, until now. You could barely sleep at night in the unfamiliar room of the motel you were living in, without your parent’s room down the hall.

But you were trying. And you wanted to redo everything, if you could build a time machine, you would. But that hadn’t even been available in your time, let alone 83’.

#steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you

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captainelsaeverdeen · 4 years

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I like me better when I’m with you ~Part 4.

Hello my bumblebees! I think we’re in the middle of this au so there would be four parts more! I already have plans for another series but let’s just end this one to write another. Maybe for a short period of time my work would be uploaded on my seperate imagines blog but if that hapenns, I’ll tell you where to find it! Let me know if you like it! Song: “Your Love” by The Outfield.

summary: based on ‘To All The Boys I Loved Before’. Y/N Henderson used to be in love a couple of times. This time she’s sure it’s something bigger, something serious. Her love for Jonathan Byers is unlimited, untamed and endless. At least she thought so. Read Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 here.

The fries were hot, too hot to grab them with your fingers. Despite that, Robin grabbed a few carefully in two fingers and put them in her mouth. You waited impatiently for what she would say, tapping your foot under the table. Your friend sighed.

“I have a solution” she said, trying to reach the salt on the other side of the table. “Thank goodness” you sighed. Robin looked at you with a serious face. “It involves fire”. “Absolutely not” you've resisted firmly. Robin rolled her eyes over and started eating.

“If you'd come to me earlier, I'd tell you you shouldn't have done that” she murmured, drinking a sip of her chocolate milkshake. The bar was filled to the brim with kids like you who hated school dinners and saved money for fast food. “But since tragedy already happened and you had to make a quick decision without my generous intervention, we have... you, in fact, have no choice but to survive these two months. After all, the contract was signed. You must cure yourself of unrequited love.”

“I'm sure it won't be that bad. Steve... Steve was quite nice today”

“Because he is nice” Robin rolled her eyes again. “That's why girls stick to him like a fly to the syrup. One smile, and they're already dreaming about rubbing his long hair. Of all the boys at school, you had to tell him that he's your boyfriend?” ”Maybe it would be better if I said I meant Tommy?” you raised your eyebrow. “I would've strangled you. You wouldn't even get turned on because I'd only do it to really kill you” Robin snorted. You grabbed a handful of fries from your plate and threw them into her blouse, leaving fat stains on her. The waitress sent you a warning look. Robin opened her mouth wide.

“You're lucky there wasn't ketchup on them. What do you have to do, as Mrs. Harrington?” “Not much. I've pledged to come to his matches and of course his parties. He has the right to drive me to school and he'll be spending movie nights with us.”

“Sounds good” Robin leaned her head on her hand. “His car is insane. Anything else?” “Well... he's gonna have lunch with us” you said slowly. Robin moaned, her head leaned against the worn couch she was sitting on. “I don't know if I can survive this. I'll try to look at the food, not the two of you. If you start kissing when I eat, I swear to God...”. “We're not gonna” you answered quickly by taking a sip of your drink. “I told him he can't kiss me”.

“Like... no kissing at all? At all? Zero? Nothing?” Robin squealed her eyes wide. “I've never had a boyfriend before. I wish that... all my first times, first dates, first kisses wouldn't be fake”. “Maybe they won't be if you fall in love with him” Robin shrugged her shoulder. You twisted your head. “I'm not gonna fall in love. I don't know if I can cure from Jonathan. But even if, me and Steve... it's never gonna happen. We don't fit together”.

“Never say never. Maybe you'll like it so much that you'll stop pretending in a while”.

You turned your head to the window, looking at the world outside the diner. There was this risk. Old feelings could come out, Steve could dig them out of your heart and brutally re-activate them. But even if he did, would he feel the same? Of course not. Each of you has a purpose in this. You don't want Jonathan to find out the truth, and Steve wants to show people that his breakup with Nancy is long overdue. It's just business. There's no room for feelings in business.

"How do I keep getting into these situations?" you sighned. Robin slipped some fries under your nose, almost forcibly stuffed it in your mouth. She laughed so much that she shaked the table, and a little bit of her milkshake landed on your shirt. You opened your mouth wide, watching your friend roll out of laughter. "Two years of friendship and I still don't know," she said, wiping the tears caused by laughing in her face.

Dustin was always distracted, but in the morning he passed himself off. His hair was in disarray, he walked around the house looking for books, clothes, or money while you or Mom made him a second breakfast. One minute he was in the kitchen and the next he was upstairs because he forgot his hat. Each day of the week.

When he finally sat down at the table to eat his cereal, he looked at his watch.

“Son of a bitch. If I don't leave right now, I'll be late. I'm gonna eat something at school”. “Eat your breakfast” you puted him back in the chair. You gave him a spoon in his hand, biting your lower lip. “We have a ride today”.

“Ride?” he asked surprised. “Mom didn't go to work today?” “She did, but I don't mean mom. Someone else will take us”. “You mean Jonathan?” your brother was so emotional that he didn't have to ride his bike that he completely forgot about his breakfast, while you were chewing lazy your toast looking out the window. “Oh no... it's Robin. I don't get in if it's Robin, the boys are already waiting for me...”.

“Sit down” you pushed him back in the chair again. “It's not Robin, it's just... just wait”. “Wait for my own death? I don't think so” Dustin snorted when Steve's red BMW finally showed up on your street. You grabbed your backpack and your brother and you fell out, hearing the sounds of song of The Outfield from a distance. The boy got out of the car in full sunshine, with blushing cheeks, partly hidden behind sunglasses. He rested one of his hands on his hip, looking at you and Dustin, who desperately tried to close his mouth open out of surprise.

“Ready?” Steve asked impatiently. You were the first to run off the porch, running into the car and opening the back door for your brother. Dustin walked slowly into the car and got inside. “Since when do you drive Y/N to school?” Before Steve could put the keys in the ignition, Dustin leaned forward and the seatbelt was probably sticking in his neck. “You're friends again? You're dating? Is Y/N your girlfriend? Y/N, is Steve your boyfriend?”

“Shut up and lower down, because your face is all I see in the mirror” Steve sighned. You stopped laughing by leaning your forehead against the window glass when brown-eyed boy pulled your ear gently. Enough gently that it didn't hurt, but enough to push you away from the door to turn around.

“Don't breath on that, it's expensive” the boy joked, moving off the driveway. “More expensive than your glasses?” Dustin snorted, already pulling sandwiches out of his backpack. “It should have been your second, not your first breakfast” you raised just one brow. “I didn't get to eat the first one. I was too dazzled by the glow of that red paint” he said, looking around the inside of the car in admiration. “Why are we going with you?” “Steve... Steve suggested yesterday that since he drives every day in the same direction...” “I'm dating your sister” Steve blured out, answering you'r brother's earlier questions. Dustin's face was smiling wide, revealing his braces. He happily hit the back of your chair, sticking his little fists in your back.

“Holy shit!” Dustin whistled loudly into your ear. “Our little girl is grown up!” “I hate you” you looked at Steve with a killer eye, and he just shrugged his shoulder. “Why? I'm adorable” he snorted. “He should know. That's how his morning's gonna look every day from now”.

“Don't shit” Dustin's eyes went out. “Everyday? Troy will literally break out of jealousy”. “That's what it's all about. You don't even know how the girls will react to you when you show up in a car like this. And in this company” Steve smiled proudly. A few minutes away and rocking your heads to his favorite pieces on the tape later you found yourself under the middle school building, where usually only parents would come, or the school bus. Steve looked outside with a disgust. “What's the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?” “Those are children. That's a school” you explained, blinking slowly. Dustin got off with looking like a ray of sunshine, he said something that sounded like goodbye and ran to his friends, looking at you with delight.

“I thought you told him” Steve shrugged his shoulder. “He would have guessed”. ”I know, but... he's in love with you enough anyway. I don't want him to be sorry afterwards when... you know” you said, like you didn't care. Once you break up. Someday it will happen, and Dustin will be devastated when the red car and Steve are gone. He was his idol.

“Woah, slow down, slow down. We just started. We have a wonderful two months ahead of us. My company will light up your life. You'll see. And the kid... kid will always be important to me, you know? I don't know what will have to happen to change it” Steve said, drumming his fingers into the wheel. You smiled at yourself. Guess every girl would want her brother and boyfriend to get along, right? The two most important men in her life...

Except Steve's not your real boyfriend. Why did it get so hard to remember every step of the way? Forgetting it is dangerous.

People's looks are an integral part of going to school, so over time you can get used to them, but certainly not now. Not when literally everyone is staring at you with a laser in their eyes, when Steve embraces you with his shoulder, leaning in your ear from time to time to say something funny. His hands were everywhere. Of course not literally, but there was no way to go next to him without holding his hand, not to feel his arm on your waist. Physical contact was a priority if all of this was going to work.

“You're doing pretty good” Steve said when you got to your locker. “I'm impressed”. “Thank you. Given that I don't have any experience, it means a lot to me” you said, hiding books in your locker. “I still think it's crazy, but I think it works, so...” “Crazy would think it wouldn't work. You'll see that Jonathan...” Steve broke off half the sentence. All of a sudden, the pictures and stickers inside your locker have become interesting to him. “Jonathan what?” you asked quietly, pressing the book to your chest. Steve coughed and took off his sunglasses, cleaning them with his T-shirt.

“Nancy is a great girl. But if he had looked around earlier, he would have found one, too” he murmured under his breath, without raising his eyes. He put his dark glasses on your head, and when they fell on your eyes, he laughed sincerely, correcting them again. He tried to get serious and pointed his finger at you, although the smile was still lurking in the corner of his mouth. “If you lose them, if you destroy them or scratch them... you're ass is grass, Henderson. Is that clear?”

“Of course” you admited quickly, not wanting to upset him. Steve smiles brightly and leaned down to kiss your cheek. You heard the girls sighing behind you. Becky was standing by her locker too, clenching her hands firmly on her black pen, seeing the two of you. Steve stood back and pinched you in the nose. “I'll see you later?” he asked, and you nod your head slowly. He left his way (without his glasses this time) but he turned around to wave to you at the end of the hallway. Your heart jumped a few times, banging on your ribs. That boy was so beautiful. And for a moment... for a few weeks, he could only be yours.

You twisted your head to drive the intrusive thoughts out of your head again and turned to go to your class, but you couldn't go on. You were blocked by Nancy.

Bathrooms in schools are not the best place to talk, but the ladies' bathrooms at least were cleaner than the boys'. Nancy sat with her legs crossed on cold tiles on the floor under the sinks, drawing tiny hearts with a pink marker on her notebook, listening to your story.

“I'm sorry that I only told Jonathan. He found out by coincidence” you said, suddenly feeling ashamed. A gentle smile appeared on your friend's face, the marker froze over the white paper. “I hope you're not angry at me”. “I'm not” Nancy twisted her head so hard that her curls covered her face for a moment. “For not telling me and for being with him. I wish you both the best. Steve is a wonderful guy. And you are a marvelous girl! I was just hoping you could give me some spicy details”.

“Spicy... details?” you repeated slowly, praying for someone to go to the toilet. “Oh, don't be shy” Nancy kneeled down on her knees, leaning her hand against the sink above her to keep her balance. “How did that happen? Jonathan said you invited him on a date, so you have to tell me what happened. What were you doing? You guys already kissed each other, right?”

Details. How could you both be so stupid to not set a common version? If you say something else to Nancy... and he'll say something different to his mates, you'll bring suspicion on yourself. The school's gonna start to be filled with false rumors. Think like Steve. What would Steve think...

“It's just... somehow work out, you know?” you shrugged your shoulder innocently. You gave her a fake smile, feeling your thoughts trying to get ahead of each other on the highway in your brain. “We talked for a while during his training, so I suggested we can have lunch together the next day... and since then we're inseparable”.

“You don't even know how happy I am” Nancy squeezed your hand tight. Her small fingers have been warmly wrapped around your pale hand. “Since I started dating Jonathan... I was afraid you'd feel uncomfortable with us. Although you assured me that it's not like that, I know how you must have felt sometimes. That doesn't mean we didn't want to spend time with you, don't get me wrong. I just... I didn't want you to be alone. Now I don't have to worry anymore, right?”

“Yeah” you smiled at her. Nancy was always there for you, and she always wanted the best for you. Lying to her is not right. But if she doesn't find out about Jonathan being more than friend that to you... you won't break her heart. It'll be worth it. Your own misery, for the happiness of a friend. Life is constant sacrifice. And you don't always have to act selfishly. You'll make sure Nancy is happy. You'll make sure she's happy like no one else.

“Y/N, someone's ringing the doorbell!” Dustin screamed from his room, interrupting you from reading the book. You put it on your stomach. Mr. Darcy was just about to confess his love to Elizabeth Bennet, and there's no way you're gonna get out of bed until he does. If Mom was at work and her friends knew about it, it was definitely someone to your brother. Or to you.

“Why can't you open the door?” you yelled, taking your legs off the wall. “I'm a little busy here! Just open the door!” your brother shouted. Mr Darcy had to wait for your reading to move forward. You came down the stairs, almost stepping on your cat, who, strangely enough, liked the lowest step. You opened the door wide, seeing Steve on the other side. He was wearing a black jacket, dark jeans, and his hair was perfectly up. If Mr Darcy had existed in the '80s, he'd probably look like him. But you're not Elizabeth Bennet, so you shouldn't allow yourself unnecessary comparisons.

“We supposed to see each other?” you asked, surprised, unable to take your eyes off his. “No, but I didn't have your number, so I thought I'd come. Can I come in?” “Sure” you smiled, leading him inside. God, when was he last here? You remembered that his favorite hiding place was between the wall and your mom's chair. That he once couldn't reach the shelf in the fridge with the chocolate milk on it. Now he was taller than the fridge. He watched everything with curiosity, as if he wanted to see how much of what he remembers had changed. You didn't know he saw the biggest change in you. He remembered when you once hit your head so hard on the stair railing that a big purple bruise stayed on your skin for weeks. Now there was no trace of it. Even if there was, it wouldn't matter. Looking at you, in a striped shirt with flushed cheeks, Steve thought you were just adorable.

“As I was saying” Steve leaned lazy against the table top. He took an apple from a fruit bowl and tossed it a couple of times in his hand. “I didn't have your number, and my teammate Evan is having a party today. I was gonna go, but... but if you can't, or don't want to, I'll understand”. “Why can't you go alone?” you asked, genuinely surprised. Steve stopped tossing the apple.

“Because, Henderson, you're my girlfriend. I'm not going anywhere without you” he said. The corners of your mouth turned up. “I don't know if that's a good idea. Isn't it too early to introduce me to your friends?” you asked. Of course it wasn't too early. But the vision of Steve coming with you to the party, drinking alcohol with him, leaning lazy on his chest while sitting on the couch literally terrified you. “I don't know if Jonathan's going there, but parties are in the contract. A deal is a deal, Henderson. I'll wait until you get changed”.

“Okay... but I can't be home late” you said firmly, going up the stairs. “What do you mean by saying 'late'? You need to be a little more specific”. “Midnight. We'll be home at 12:30 pm, and I'll go to bed at 1:30 am. So we have to go out at midnight” you smiled proud of your own calculations. Steve twisted his head with disbelief. A corner of his mouth lifted. How could he disagree? He's gonna bring you here at midnight, even if he's gonna go over the speed limit to do it.

“Let it be, Cinderella. Before your carriage turns into pumpkin, you'll be home”. “I thought your car was red, not orange” you joked, running up the stairs. You stopped halfway up and turned to the boy who bit into the apple. Mews only now turned her attention to him, raising her head from over her thick fur.

“Are you legal to drink yet?” you asked, squinting your eyes. Steve moved the fruit away from his mouth. “You're serious? The fake ID in my wallet says I am” he said, raising his shoulders. “I can work with that” you nodded your head and ran upstairs. Steve laughed quietly, unable to be not surprised. He and Y/N Henderson are going to a party together. This is going to be an interesting night.

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I like me better when I’m with you ~Part 4.

This fic was posted first on my main blog which is captainelsaeverdeen. I started my own blog only for my imagines and I moved all my work from there to here. Hope you guys would enjoy my work! <3

Hello my bumblebees! I think we’re in the middle of this au so there would be four parts more! I already have plans for another series but let’s just end this one to write another. Let me know if you like it! Song: “Your Love” by The Outfield.

“I have a solution” she said, trying to reach the salt on the other side of the table. “Thank goodness” you sighed. Robin looked at you with a serious face. “It involves fire”. “Absolutely not” you’ve resisted firmly. Robin rolled her eyes over and started eating.

“If you’d come to me earlier, I’d tell you you shouldn’t have done that” she murmured, drinking a sip of her chocolate milkshake. The bar was filled to the brim with kids like you who hated school dinners and saved money for fast food. “But since tragedy already happened and you had to make a quick decision without my generous intervention, we have… you, in fact, have no choice but to survive these two months. After all, the contract was signed. You must cure yourself of unrequited love.”

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad. Steve… Steve was quite nice today”

“Because he is nice” Robin rolled her eyes again. “That’s why girls stick to him like a fly to the syrup. One smile, and they’re already dreaming about rubbing his long hair. Of all the boys at school, you had to tell him that he’s your boyfriend?” ”Maybe it would be better if I said I meant Tommy?” you raised your eyebrow. “I would’ve strangled you. You wouldn’t even get turned on because I’d only do it to really kill you” Robin snorted. You grabbed a handful of fries from your plate and threw them into her blouse, leaving fat stains on her. The waitress sent you a warning look. Robin opened her mouth wide.

“You’re lucky there wasn’t ketchup on them. What do you have to do, as Mrs. Harrington?” “Not much. I’ve pledged to come to his matches and of course his parties. He has the right to drive me to school and he’ll be spending movie nights with us.”

“Sounds good” Robin leaned her head on her hand. “His car is insane. Anything else?” “Well… he’s gonna have lunch with us” you said slowly. Robin moaned, her head leaned against the worn couch she was sitting on. “I don’t know if I can survive this. I’ll try to look at the food, not the two of you. If you start kissing when I eat, I swear to God…”. “We’re not gonna” you answered quickly by taking a sip of your drink. “I told him he can’t kiss me”.

“Like… no kissing at all? At all? Zero? Nothing?” Robin squealed her eyes wide. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before. I wish that… all my first times, first dates, first kisses wouldn’t be fake”. “Maybe they won’t be if you fall in love with him” Robin shrugged her shoulder. You twisted your head. “I’m not gonna fall in love. I don’t know if I can cure from Jonathan. But even if, me and Steve… it’s never gonna happen. We don’t fit together”.

“Never say never. Maybe you’ll like it so much that you’ll stop pretending in a while”.

You turned your head to the window, looking at the world outside the diner. There was this risk. Old feelings could come out, Steve could dig them out of your heart and brutally re-activate them. But even if he did, would he feel the same? Of course not. Each of you has a purpose in this. You don’t want Jonathan to find out the truth, and Steve wants to show people that his breakup with Nancy is long overdue. It’s just business. There’s no room for feelings in business.

“How do I keep getting into these situations?” you sighned. Robin slipped some fries under your nose, almost forcibly stuffed it in your mouth. She laughed so much that she shaked the table, and a little bit of her milkshake landed on your shirt. You opened your mouth wide, watching your friend roll out of laughter. “Two years of friendship and I still don’t know,” she said, wiping the tears caused by laughing in her face.

When he finally sat down at the table to eat his cereal, he looked at his watch.

“Son of a bitch. If I don’t leave right now, I’ll be late. I’m gonna eat something at school”. “Eat your breakfast” you puted him back in the chair. You gave him a spoon in his hand, biting your lower lip. “We have a ride today”.

“Ride?” he asked surprised. “Mom didn’t go to work today?” “She did, but I don’t mean mom. Someone else will take us”. “You mean Jonathan?” your brother was so emotional that he didn’t have to ride his bike that he completely forgot about his breakfast, while you were chewing lazy your toast looking out the window. “Oh no… it’s Robin. I don’t get in if it’s Robin, the boys are already waiting for me…”.

“Sit down” you pushed him back in the chair again. “It’s not Robin, it’s just… just wait”. “Wait for my own death? I don’t think so” Dustin snorted when Steve’s red BMW finally showed up on your street. You grabbed your backpack and your brother and you fell out, hearing the sounds of song of The Outfield from a distance. The boy got out of the car in full sunshine, with blushing cheeks, partly hidden behind sunglasses. He rested one of his hands on his hip, looking at you and Dustin, who desperately tried to close his mouth open out of surprise.

“Ready?” Steve asked impatiently. You were the first to run off the porch, running into the car and opening the back door for your brother. Dustin walked slowly into the car and got inside. “Since when do you drive Y/N to school?” Before Steve could put the keys in the ignition, Dustin leaned forward and the seatbelt was probably sticking in his neck. “You’re friends again? You’re dating? Is Y/N your girlfriend? Y/N, is Steve your boyfriend?”

“Shut up and lower down, because your face is all I see in the mirror” Steve sighned. You stopped laughing by leaning your forehead against the window glass when brown-eyed boy pulled your ear gently. Enough gently that it didn’t hurt, but enough to push you away from the door to turn around.

“Don’t breath on that, it’s expensive” the boy joked, moving off the driveway. “More expensive than your glasses?” Dustin snorted, already pulling sandwiches out of his backpack. “It should have been your second, not your first breakfast” you raised just one brow. “I didn’t get to eat the first one. I was too dazzled by the glow of that red paint” he said, looking around the inside of the car in admiration. “Why are we going with you?” “Steve… Steve suggested yesterday that since he drives every day in the same direction…” “I’m dating your sister” Steve blured out, answering you'r brother’s earlier questions. Dustin’s face was smiling wide, revealing his braces. He happily hit the back of your chair, sticking his little fists in your back.

“Holy shit!” Dustin whistled loudly into your ear. “Our little girl is grown up!” “I hate you” you looked at Steve with a killer eye, and he just shrugged his shoulder. “Why? I’m adorable” he snorted. “He should know. That’s how his morning’s gonna look every day from now”.

“Don’t shit” Dustin’s eyes went out. “Everyday? Troy will literally break out of jealousy”. “That’s what it’s all about. You don’t even know how the girls will react to you when you show up in a car like this. And in this company” Steve smiled proudly. A few minutes away and rocking your heads to his favorite pieces on the tape later you found yourself under the middle school building, where usually only parents would come, or the school bus. Steve looked outside with a disgust. “What’s the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?” “Those are children. That’s a school” you explained, blinking slowly. Dustin got off with looking like a ray of sunshine, he said something that sounded like goodbye and ran to his friends, looking at you with delight.

“I thought you told him” Steve shrugged his shoulder. “He would have guessed”. ”I know, but… he’s in love with you enough anyway. I don’t want him to be sorry afterwards when… you know” you said, like you didn’t care. Once you break up. Someday it will happen, and Dustin will be devastated when the red car and Steve are gone. He was his idol.

“Woah, slow down, slow down. We just started. We have a wonderful two months ahead of us. My company will light up your life. You’ll see. And the kid… kid will always be important to me, you know? I don’t know what will have to happen to change it” Steve said, drumming his fingers into the wheel. You smiled at yourself. Guess every girl would want her brother and boyfriend to get along, right? The two most important men in her life…

Except Steve’s not your real boyfriend. Why did it get so hard to remember every step of the way? Forgetting it is dangerous.

People’s looks are an integral part of going to school, so over time you can get used to them, but certainly not now. Not when literally everyone is staring at you with a laser in their eyes, when Steve embraces you with his shoulder, leaning in your ear from time to time to say something funny. His hands were everywhere. Of course not literally, but there was no way to go next to him without holding his hand, not to feel his arm on your waist. Physical contact was a priority if all of this was going to work.

“You’re doing pretty good” Steve said when you got to your locker. “I’m impressed”. “Thank you. Given that I don’t have any experience, it means a lot to me” you said, hiding books in your locker. “I still think it’s crazy, but I think it works, so…” “Crazy would think it wouldn’t work. You’ll see that Jonathan…” Steve broke off half the sentence. All of a sudden, the pictures and stickers inside your locker have become interesting to him. “Jonathan what?” you asked quietly, pressing the book to your chest. Steve coughed and took off his sunglasses, cleaning them with his T-shirt.

“Nancy is a great girl. But if he had looked around earlier, he would have found one, too” he murmured under his breath, without raising his eyes. He put his dark glasses on your head, and when they fell on your eyes, he laughed sincerely, correcting them again. He tried to get serious and pointed his finger at you, although the smile was still lurking in the corner of his mouth. “If you lose them, if you destroy them or scratch them… you’re ass is grass, Henderson. Is that clear?”

“Of course” you admited quickly, not wanting to upset him. Steve smiles brightly and leaned down to kiss your cheek. You heard the girls sighing behind you. Becky was standing by her locker too, clenching her hands firmly on her black pen, seeing the two of you. Steve stood back and pinched you in the nose. “I’ll see you later?” he asked, and you nod your head slowly. He left his way (without his glasses this time) but he turned around to wave to you at the end of the hallway. Your heart jumped a few times, banging on your ribs. That boy was so beautiful. And for a moment… for a few weeks, he could only be yours.

You twisted your head to drive the intrusive thoughts out of your head again and turned to go to your class, but you couldn’t go on. You were blocked by Nancy.

Bathrooms in schools are not the best place to talk, but the ladies’ bathrooms at least were cleaner than the boys’. Nancy sat with her legs crossed on cold tiles on the floor under the sinks, drawing tiny hearts with a pink marker on her notebook, listening to your story.

“I’m sorry that I only told Jonathan. He found out by coincidence” you said, suddenly feeling ashamed. A gentle smile appeared on your friend’s face, the marker froze over the white paper. “I hope you’re not angry at me”. “I’m not” Nancy twisted her head so hard that her curls covered her face for a moment. “For not telling me and for being with him. I wish you both the best. Steve is a wonderful guy. And you are a marvelous girl! I was just hoping you could give me some spicy details”.

“Spicy… details?” you repeated slowly, praying for someone to go to the toilet. “Oh, don’t be shy” Nancy kneeled down on her knees, leaning her hand against the sink above her to keep her balance. “How did that happen? Jonathan said you invited him on a date, so you have to tell me what happened. What were you doing? You guys already kissed each other, right?”

Details. How could you both be so stupid to not set a common version? If you say something else to Nancy… and he’ll say something different to his mates, you’ll bring suspicion on yourself. The school’s gonna start to be filled with false rumors. Think like Steve. What would Steve think…

“It’s just… somehow work out, you know?” you shrugged your shoulder innocently. You gave her a fake smile, feeling your thoughts trying to get ahead of each other on the highway in your brain. “We talked for a while during his training, so I suggested we can have lunch together the next day… and since then we’re inseparable”.

“You don’t even know how happy I am” Nancy squeezed your hand tight. Her small fingers have been warmly wrapped around your pale hand. “Since I started dating Jonathan… I was afraid you’d feel uncomfortable with us. Although you assured me that it’s not like that, I know how you must have felt sometimes. That doesn’t mean we didn’t want to spend time with you, don’t get me wrong. I just… I didn’t want you to be alone. Now I don’t have to worry anymore, right?”

“Yeah” you smiled at her. Nancy was always there for you, and she always wanted the best for you. Lying to her is not right. But if she doesn’t find out about Jonathan being more than friend that to you… you won’t break her heart. It’ll be worth it. Your own misery, for the happiness of a friend. Life is constant sacrifice. And you don’t always have to act selfishly. You’ll make sure Nancy is happy. You’ll make sure she’s happy like no one else.

“Y/N, someone’s ringing the doorbell!” Dustin screamed from his room, interrupting you from reading the book. You put it on your stomach. Mr. Darcy was just about to confess his love to Elizabeth Bennet, and there’s no way you’re gonna get out of bed until he does. If Mom was at work and her friends knew about it, it was definitely someone to your brother. Or to you.

“Why can’t you open the door?” you yelled, taking your legs off the wall. “I’m a little busy here! Just open the door!” your brother shouted. Mr Darcy had to wait for your reading to move forward. You came down the stairs, almost stepping on your cat, who, strangely enough, liked the lowest step. You opened the door wide, seeing Steve on the other side. He was wearing a black jacket, dark jeans, and his hair was perfectly up. If Mr Darcy had existed in the ‘80s, he’d probably look like him. But you’re not Elizabeth Bennet, so you shouldn’t allow yourself unnecessary comparisons.

“We supposed to see each other?” you asked, surprised, unable to take your eyes off his. “No, but I didn’t have your number, so I thought I’d come. Can I come in?” “Sure” you smiled, leading him inside. God, when was he last here? You remembered that his favorite hiding place was between the wall and your mom’s chair. That he once couldn’t reach the shelf in the fridge with the chocolate milk on it. Now he was taller than the fridge. He watched everything with curiosity, as if he wanted to see how much of what he remembers had changed. You didn’t know he saw the biggest change in you. He remembered when you once hit your head so hard on the stair railing that a big purple bruise stayed on your skin for weeks. Now there was no trace of it. Even if there was, it wouldn’t matter. Looking at you, in a striped shirt with flushed cheeks, Steve thought you were just adorable.

“As I was saying” Steve leaned lazy against the table top. He took an apple from a fruit bowl and tossed it a couple of times in his hand. “I didn’t have your number, and my teammate Evan is having a party today. I was gonna go, but… but if you can’t, or don’t want to, I’ll understand”. “Why can’t you go alone?” you asked, genuinely surprised. Steve stopped tossing the apple.

“Because, Henderson, you’re my girlfriend. I’m not going anywhere without you” he said. The corners of your mouth turned up. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Isn’t it too early to introduce me to your friends?” you asked. Of course it wasn’t too early. But the vision of Steve coming with you to the party, drinking alcohol with him, leaning lazy on his chest while sitting on the couch literally terrified you. “I don’t know if Jonathan’s going there, but parties are in the contract. A deal is a deal, Henderson. I’ll wait until you get changed”.

“Okay… but I can’t be home late” you said firmly, going up the stairs. “What do you mean by saying 'late’? You need to be a little more specific”. “Midnight. We’ll be home at 12:30 pm, and I’ll go to bed at 1:30 am. So we have to go out at midnight” you smiled proud of your own calculations. Steve twisted his head with disbelief. A corner of his mouth lifted. How could he disagree? He’s gonna bring you here at midnight, even if he’s gonna go over the speed limit to do it.

“Let it be, Cinderella. Before your carriage turns into pumpkin, you’ll be home”. “I thought your car was red, not orange” you joked, running up the stairs. You stopped halfway up and turned to the boy who bit into the apple. Mews only now turned her attention to him, raising her head from over her thick fur.

“Are you legal to drink yet?” you asked, squinting your eyes. Steve moved the fruit away from his mouth. “You’re serious? The fake ID in my wallet says I am” he said, raising his shoulders. “I can work with that” you nodded your head and ran upstairs. Steve laughed quietly, unable to be not surprised. He and Y/N Henderson are going to a party together. This is going to be an interesting night.

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don't know if this has been asked, but could you write nr19 from the kiss prompts for harringrove? i love your blog! :)

19. One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

the harrington’s christmas party is in full swing.

billy grimaces, taking a sip from his cup. it was originally just eggnog, but he’d taken it upon himself to bring a flask of rum. figured he’d need to spike some of his drinks throughout the evening, and he was right.

steve had needed it too, as it turns out. his house is packed to the brim with his relatives and family friends. all of whom are belligerently drunk and continuously ask him when he’s going to settle down with a nice girl.

that just makes billy smirk. because steve harrington hasn’t laid eyes on a girl since he’d rolled up to hawkins high and swaggered out of his camaro. and yeah, billy knows steve likes both girls and guys. but he also knows that his relationship with steve is kind of a forever thing, even if they haven’t exactly talked about it.

so, yeah. settling down with a nice girl likely isn’t in the cards for steve harrington. not if billy has any say in it.

surprisingly enough, no one has questioned billy’s presence here tonight. steve had simply told them he’d invited a friend, and no one batted an eye. it was a foreign concept to billy. his entire life has been spent under his father’s scrutiny, questioning his every move.

steve’s life isn’t like that. but it is at the opposite end of the spectrum. because while billy can’t take a shit without his father breathing down his neck, steve could wrap his car around a tree and his parents wouldn’t question his absence for at least a week. maybe more.

he and steve may have had very different upbringings, but their overall reality is eerily similar. they’re both lacking in their parents’ love. but that knowledge has lost some of its bite, now that they’ve found a sense of belonging with each other. a better love. still unspoken, but it flows between them nonetheless, hot and bright and undeniable.

billy catches sight of steve across the room. he’s cornered by a few people. one of his mom’s sisters and her husband, if billy remembers correctly. he’s been introduced to so many people, it’s been hard keeping it straight.

in any case, steve is looking around the room desperately, until he finally catches billy’s eyes. gives him a pleading look. billy pushes off the wall he’s leaning against, making his way through the crowd. steve shoots him an appreciative smile as he walks up.

“hey, steve. everyone,” billy acknowledges with a nod and a charming smile. “i hate to intrude, but i need to borrow steve for just a moment. can’t seem to remember where i put my keys.”

“leaving so soon?” the woman in front of steve asks, crestfallen. “that’s just a darn shame!”

“oh no, i’ll be back. but i have some gifts i need to get from my car, you see. mrs. harrington has been so kind, i couldn’t come empty handed.”

the woman practically swoons, and billy takes the opportunity to grab steve’s wrist and pull him away, dragging him through the crowd. he leads them up the stairs, his eyes flickering around the room to make sure no one is watching them.

no one so much as glances in their direction.

he pulls steve down the hall and into one of the many bedrooms. the room is big, most likely his parents’ bedroom. the bed is piled high with coats and purses.

steve opens his mouth to speak, but billy swoops in, stealing a heated kiss. he crowds steve up against the door, cupping his jaw in one hand and kissing him like his life depends on it. it’s hot and messy and maybe a little desperate, but billy hasn’t been able to touch him all evening, not in the way he wants to.

he’s pretty sure he’s allowed to be a little desperate.

but steve is stiff, his shoulders still carrying far too much tension. billy pulls away, his palm still pressed against steve’s jaw. warm and gentle. grounding.

“do you want to do this?” billy asks, his eyes still locked onto steve’s lips. they’re puffy and red and sinfully parted. it’s incredibly inviting.

the tension melts out of steve almost immediately. he doesn’t answer - just drags billy’s lips back to his. seals their lips in a passionate kiss. it’s filled to the brim with heat and emotion, and it makes billy’s head spin.

he licks into steve’s mouth, making a soft noise of appreciation against his lips. allows steve to take the reigns, kicking back and just letting himself enjoy the ride.

kissing steve always makes billy feel like he’s floating on cloud nine.

“of course i want to do this. always want to do this,” steve mumbles in between kisses. “hate that we can’t do this out there.”

“what, suck each other’s faces off in front of your mother?” billy asks with a laugh, breaking away from steve for a moment. strokes his cheek, gazing into those big brown eyes.

steve kisses the corner of his mouth - a tender, lingering thing that makes billy’s knees weak. “no. hate that i can’t show everyone that you’re mine.”

billy sucks in a breath. searches steve’s eyes, though he’s not totally sure what he’s looking for.

“for what it’s worth, y’know. i love you,” billy mumbles. stares directly at his feet, the heat from his cheeks spreading down his neck. “or whatever. ‘s stupid.”

he doesn’t get an answer for a long moment. too long. it makes him want to snatch the words right back out of the air and stuff them back into his mouth. pretend like they were never spoken. but when he looks back up at steve, his heart flutters.

because steve has this look on his face, something like awe, or maybe fascination.

“how’d i get so lucky,” steve murmurs, tracing billy’s lips with his finger, his eyes focused on the movement, “as to be loved by you?”

and then he leans forward, kissing billy so softly, so sweetly, that billy thinks his heart might give out right then and there. steve kisses him again, and again, and again, each kiss punctuated by a soft i love you.

billy doesn’t know how long they stand there, their arms full of each other, lips tangled together. it feels like an eternity passes before they break apart, resting their foreheads against each other’s, breathing heavily.

“we should probably head back downstairs. we’ve been gone too long already.”

steve blinks, then turns the lock, before pulling billy towards the bed. his grin is mischievous, bright. “what? you thought i was going to let you off the hook that easy?”

billy lets steve push him down onto the bed, on top of the pile of coats. he just kisses steve, slow and deep, in lieu of a response.

he doesn’t want to be let off the hook by steve harrington, ever. and he intends to demonstrate that with every pull of his lips.

in the end, billy is more than sure he succeeds.

send me a number + a pairing!

#yeah this one got real sappy yall #im feeling soft today (but to be fair im a fluffy bitch who feels soft every day)#thank you for the request!#harringrove #my fics #ask #its-tortle

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