joekeerysguitar

[joekeerysguitar]

erasing the lies

not friends/slight enemies to lovers <3

overview: you are an a+ student who is well rounded, very disciplined, and hard working gets asked to tutor the most obnoxious, lazy, and rude boy who ever stepped foot on this planet… steve harrington. unable to say no, you help him.. but what you uncover is something completely unexpected..

included: angst, fluff, mutual feelings, happy ending, cursing, relationships, use of y/n

authors note: heyy everyone! sorry about not uploading or writing anything in a longggg time. i’ve been super busy lately and just trying to enjoy the summer but i’m back! came up with this super cute idea and i hope you enjoy! thank you for all the love on the rest of my fics!! much love, nina <3

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“Mhm… yes.. she’ll be down shortly” The phone hits the receiver as your teacher spins around catching your eyes. “Y/N, the principal would like to see you.” She smiles her fake toothy grin as she resumes her lesson.

You feel the eyes on you as you quickly stuff your bag with your notebooks and pencils trying to get out of being the center of attention. You could hear the slight whispering of the class which feeds your inner thoughts.

“Oh shit, what did I do?”

“Am I in trouble?”

Quickly shutting the classroom door behind you, you exhale taking in the stale air of the empty hallway of Hawkins High School. You quickly walk down the hall as your heart beats wildly out of your chest. You can feel your stomach churn as you reach out for the door nob of the brown glass door that reads “Main Office.” The small bell at the top of the door rings alerting the secretary as you quickly step inside and shut the door gently. Taking a deep breath, you chase the butterflies away in your stomach as you loosen your shoulders and walk up to her forming a smile with your cherry lips.

“Uh hi, I was called down by the principal.” You mutter with a small smile.

“You must be Y/N?” She asks reading at a post it note on her desk. You nod trying to quickly get this interaction over with. “Have a seat dear.”

You walk over to the small sofa chair in the corner of the office. Bouncing your leg, you can feel the nervousness creep up from your core once again as the same questions float through your mind like clouds on a breezy day. You look around the room and notice old school yearbook photos, sports championship awards, and other boring memorabilia. Before you get a chance to read any, the door swings open to the person you did not want to see… the principal. He is older, with short small wisps of hair that adorn his mostly bald head. He is wearing a blue suit and you can see his beer belly slightly protrude from his attire.

“Come on in Y/N”

You quickly get out of the seat and follow him into the small crammed office. Your eyes immediate lock onto a very recognizable face here at Hawkins High. This face belongs to someone who’ve you have despised since elementary school. Someone who used to practically rule over the school, date every girl in the 5 mile radius, and keep his hair perfectly in place every single day. The King of Hawkins High was sitting right before your eyes.. the one and the only Steve Harrington. He just feverishly looks up at you before darting his eyes away and fiddles with his fingers embarrassingly. Your mind floods with endless questions as you take a seat next to him.

Steve Harrington is known for being the arrogant and snobby rich jock who’s only personality trait is hooking up with 50 girls a month. Rumors go around that his ex girlfriend Nancy Wheeler broke up with him because she cheated with Jonathan Byers and didn’t want to get risked getting caught. All you know is that you don’t want to mess with him or even talk to him. He fails all his classes, always goes to parties, and barely has his parents home.

Trouble.

The principal clears his throat, “I probably assume you two have never met. Let me introduce you two. Y/N this is Steve, Steve this is Y/N.”

Being polite you turn your head and put on a fake smile as he returns the favor before you both quickly look at the principal once again.

“Now I called you two down here not because you’re in trouble but I have an important question to ask.” He says flicking his eyes between you two.

Okay not in trouble.. that’s a good sign.

“Y/N, now I know you are in many advanced classes and receive very high grades.” You nod and smile agreeing with his statements. You feel Steve shift in his chair uncomfortably as you look over and see his face blush as red as a tomato. “Well, Steve here does not receive the best of grades. Right now, if he doesn’t pass his classes, he will be unable to qualify for graduation.” You nod you head as your head whirs with millions of thoughts…

“Pfft, no shit it’s Steve Harrington”

“Unable to graduate? I could never.”

“What does this even mean?”

“Well I was wondering if you would be interested in tutoring him? Either once or twice a week would suffice.” He says with a smile as he looks at you.

Your heart drops just like the roller coasters at amusement parks. Your stomach does a flip as you can feel your organs rearrange from inside. Your face starts to heat up as your palms begin to get sweaty. You’re bad at making decisions especially ones that require things you don’t like.

Tutor Steve Harrington? Shoot me now!

Looking over at Steve you notice him look up at you reading your face for any response. You just look at him and look at the principal as the thoughts zoom around your brain.

You don’t know what to do.

Should I be the better person? Should I help the douchebag? You decide to go with your gut, you can’t ever say no.

You look up at the principal. “Sure, why not.” You smile as you look over to Steve who just looks at you like his prayers got awnsered.

He knows your really smart. Really really smart. And pretty cute too. You know, maybe this whole tutoring thing would work out in his favor. He passes his classes and he gets a new chic.

“Perfect, thank you Y/N!” He smiles as he hands you Steve’s grade sheet. “He specifically needs to work on Physics and US History.”

You glance at his grade sheet as you read the grades.

Physics- D

English- C

US History- F

Geometry- B

Oh boy, these grades aren’t looking too hot.

The principal buds in again. “Tutoring could be 1-2 hours at either persons house. He must be fully prepared by the last month of school.” You nod your head placing his grade sheet in your bag.

“Steve why don’t you thank Y/N for helping you with your studies?” He demands looking at Steve.

“Thank you Y/N.” He says timidly looking up into your eyes for a split second.

His eyes were really pretty. Brown with a hazel undertone. They shined with the morning sun glimmering through the half drawn shades.

You just smile back at him and reply “You’re welcome. Does tomorrow night around 6:00 at my place work?” He nods as you exchange addresses.

You leave the office with a million thoughts in your head.

How are you supposed to tutor someone you hate. Out of all people it is goddamn Steve Harrington. The rich, snobby, and rude jock who knows nothing but of parties and alcohol. You’re not gonna enjoy these sessions, you already know it. Seeing him is bad enough, how you have to talk and teach him twice a week for the next several weeks. Might as well just dig your grave now.

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“He will be here any min- ding.. I’ll get it.” You yell through the house. Steve had just ringed your doorbell. Your blood pressure just rose off the charts. You quickly run over to the front door and open it. There is Mr. Pretty Boy himself with his books cradled in his hands. He is wearing a dark green polo shirt with his usual blue jeans. He flashes you a charming hello smile as you step to the side and let him in.

That smile. Oh boy, made you feel different.

“Hi, how are you?” You ask watching him look around the house.

I’m sure he’s definitely judging it. Rich boy isn’t used to small rooms…

“I’m fine, how are you?” He asks catching you in the eye as you find yourself get lost in them.

Shake it off.. you gotta hate him…

Steve knows that he has this horrible reputation and he knows that people who don’t know him see him as what he used to be. His goal is to change that, whatever way possible. He hasn’t had a ton of friends since the whole situation. Heck, he dropped Tommy and his silly girlfriend. He really had no one.

He had hope.

Maybe you could be his first actual friend…

If he could prove to you that he changed…

He could even prove to himself that he won’t make mistakes ever again..

“Follow me.” You say tucking your hair behind your ears as you guide him to your room.

Your room was small and quaint. White walls with white decor. The accent the room was baby pink as you had several pictures of flowers or beaches on the wall. It was your comfy spot. Made you feel safe.

As you enter the room you walk over and sit down on your bed swinging your legs as they dangle off the floor. Beside you are the books you set out to study and practice with. Steve just looked around with a curious gaze in his eyes before he set his stuff down on your desk and walked over to sit beside you.

“Let’s get started.” You say turning to face him while you grab the Physics book from off the pile.

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“What’s the awnser to Question #7?” You ask as you stare at his pondering complexion. You wait a few seconds. “Hello? Earth to Steve?” You ramble as you wave your hand in front of his face.

“What.. sorry.” He jumps back into reality looking bored.

“Are you okay?” You ask softly as he looks up into your eyes.

“Can we do something else?” He asks trying to read a reaction from your face.

“Yeah, Math or Social Studies?” You ask totally clueless.

“Not school Y/N.” He drags readjusting himself on your bed.

“Then what?” You ask a little harsher then expected. He looks surprised at your response.

“Jeez, you’re a little cranky.” He says sarcastically as he takes the book from your lap and places it on the ground. You watch as he fixes his hair after it gets into his face.

His hair is really nice. Dark thick hazelnut colored hair that is always perfectly styled and hair sprayed. They don’t call him “The Hair” for nothing.

You zoned out for a minute while studying his lucious locks and now he is taping your shoulder lightly to regain your attention.

“Sorry, just confused what you wanna do since the whole reason why you are here is to pass school.” You brush a piece of fallen hair from behind your ear.

Steve is not gonna lie to himself. You’re pretty cute, even when your cranky.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks looking confused as he looks into your darting eyes.

You search your brain for a response. You question telling him a lie or telling him the truth. Taking a deep breath you spit out the truth.

“Not currently. I mean it’s just a weird situation. You know, you’re popular and a jock and every girl on the planet is obsessed with you. And I’m not popular, a nerd, and never has had a boyfriend. So yeah this is a little awkward. Plus considering the fact that I thought you absolutely 100% hated me prior to this.” You blurt out with a nervous chuckle as you examine your fingers.

“What did I do to make you think that I hated you?” He asks inquisitively while still looking at you as he sees the blush to your cheeks.

“I mean in elementary school you did push me into a muddy puddle.” You say looking back up at him and smiling a bit.

He chuckles and says jokingly, “That’s the reason why? I’m sorry I did that Y/N but… maybe you deserved it.” His voice turns serious. “But on a serious note, let’s just scratch this whole stereotype thing and start fresh, okay?” He asks looking right into your ocean blue eyes as he extends his hand forward.

“Deal.” You laugh as you shake his hand. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you!”

“I’m Steve, nice to meet you too!” He smiles brightly.

Hard feelings vanished..

For the remainder of the night, you two talk small talk about what you two enjoy and things that are happening in your lives. To be honest, you don’t mind him. You enjoy his quick remarks, his flirty attitude, his humor, and most of all his company.

On the other hand, Steve never thought he would speak to you a day in his life. But here he is, talking about movies, people, etc with someone he just met 24 hours ago and hell he was enjoying it too! There was something about you, something that made him incredibly happy inside. Something that filled a void no one has even filled before.

By the time the night was over, you already exchanged phone numbers and planned your next session.

Steve nor you could not wait for the next time you saw eachother!

Something definitely changed with him over the years. You’ve learned so much from him and how he has grown to better himself. It feels like someone took a pink eraser and erased all the lies right off the paper. It was good as new!

Deep down you had a feeling though and Steve was definitely feeling it too..

Deep down you had a crush..

On Steve Harrington..

The person who you refused to even speak to about 24 hours ago..

And he had one on you too..

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It was three days later and you and Steve were in the exact same spot practicing questions. You could tell by his body language that he was getting tired and bored. He got up and started to wander around your room with his usual playful smirk tugging at his lips. Steve was bored of studying, you two have been studying flash cards for two hours and he was at his wits end. Steve loved the little breaks or stupid activities the two of you would do when you both were tired and needed a break. He loved spending time with you, either if it was teasing you or just having a simple friend to friend conversation. You guys have gotten closer over the time spent together and he clearly recognizes that. At first, you used to be shy and more reserved but the more time you’ve spent with him, the more you’ve come out of your shell. He loves your fiery remarks or playful teasing you always delivered right back to him after he said something to you. He loved watching you become pissed at him or become sarcastic and quick-witted with him after he would ask a stupid question or pull a dramatic stunt. So, per usual he decided this was the time to do yet another stunt he had brewing in his heavily hair-sprayed mind.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?” You question as you watch his eyes glaze over your desk as he reaches his purple sleeved arm over towards a book on it. “Put that down.” You bark as you get up and race towards him. The smirk only growing bigger on his face as he hears your distress.

“What is this?” He asks with squinted eyes as he begins to open the pages but before he could get a good look, you reach for it. Using his height advantage, he stretches his arm towards the ceiling which now suspended the book over your head.

“Give it to me! It’s my diary, put it down!” You beg as you brush up against him as you try to grab and reach it. He laughs as he stands in his tippy toes to get it higher as you jump to try to reach it. You’re practically chest to chest as you can feel his chest bounce quickly with each sharp laugh. He is getting a kick out of you freaking out. Suddenly, you realize you two are really close, too close for comfort. He senses your body language switch and suddenly returns to a more calm and collected state. He can feel his laughter fade as a small smile sits on his lips. He can feel his heart pick up as he locks eyes with yours as he resists the urge to pull you closer or look at your lips. You look even more beautiful up close as he notices the faint freckles peppering your cheeks and nose.

You stop as you lock eyes for a minute. Steve is a few inches taller than you but you two are face to face. Inches away from eachother. You examine his face close up. His hair is slightly disheveled with strands hang in front of his eyes. He has moles freckling his face like stars on a clear night. Your eyes flit down to his lips as you notice how cheery red they look close up. Quickly you look at him again, fearful of getting caught staring. You could feel your cheeks slightly blush and turn warm as you just stare into Steve’s brown sparkly eyes. The more you try to pull away, the more they pull you in. Steve feels the same way as he feels nervousness creep up from his core as his lips curve into a slight smile. He pulls the book down as he continues to lock eyes with yours. He has no idea how long it’s been. His mind is mush as he finds himself darting from your eyes to your lips..

“Here.” He whispers breathlessly as he hands you the book slightly backing up but keeping the eye contact.

“Thanks.” You reply as you blush a little harder now as you walk to your desk to place the book down and then you both return to the spot on the bed and continue.

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In a matter of a two weeks, you two have gotten extremely close. You would if never imagined that you would be good friends with the most popular guy in school, the one all you’re friends tell you to stay away from.. yet he just draws you in. The endless amounts of nights where he calls you on the phone asking about homework as it suddenly turns into a three hour call where you two ramble about random topics. You’re falling faster than you thought you would.. crumbling as he created cute nicknames for you and knows everything that makes you tumble over in laughter. He’s a complete opposite of you and your morals, yet you two seem to attract like a magnet.

Steve has learned to know you like a book, using his charismatic and charming personality he knows exactly what makes you blush or makes you laugh. As the study sessions go on, he picks up on your body language and your habits. He enjoys listening to you ramble for hours on end about friends or your family. He’s never really felt such an instant connection with someone before especially only knowing them for a few weeks now.

Today marks the last study session before Steve’s test. The last time you’ll see him roll his eyes at a physics question, the last time he will tease you about your stupidly high grades and how smart you are, the last time you two don’t focus on the task and do other things. You feel sadness forming in your heart hoping that after this, he continues to want to talk on the phone or even hang out. You love seeing him wave and smile at you in school or meeting you at your locker to talk. But you’re scared, you’re scared that he’s gonna put on his cocky jock attitude and won’t speak to you again… completely cut you out. You’ve seen a different side to him that you’ve never seen before. He’s sweet, considerate, and gentle around you. Never fails to have you think about him endlessly once he leaves your house or you hang up on the phone…

Little do you know, he feels the same. The same feeling poking him in the gut, the feeling where you want to hold on and never let go.

You’re suprised when your doorbell rings earlier than usually. You glance at the small watch on your left wrist as it reads “4:00 pm.” But you two agreed on 7:00 pm the night prior. You quickly brush your hair behind your shoulders as you open the door.

“Hey Steve, you’re early.” You say with a smile as you notice him blushing a bit in embarrassment. His cheeks are a slight pink as he smiles at you.

“Uh hey Y/N, sorry I’m early.” He pauses for a second. “Are you busy? Am I interrupting anything?” He asks a little more concerned now as the blush intensifies on his cheeks.

You shake your head as you chuckle a bit. “No.. no.. you’re not interrupting anything.”

“Okay good, I was wondering if I could just come now.. I know it’s our last night so I wanted some extra practice before the test tomorrow morning.” He says reading your face for an answer.

Now if he was Pinocchio, his nose would grow larger.. because he is lying. His pants are on fire.

“Of course, come on in!” You say with an enthusiastic smile as you move to the side to let him in.

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“Okay last physics question, I promise.” You say with a teasing smile as he rolls his eyes. You ask him a pretty difficult question as you could see the gears practically turning in his head. He answers correctly as a beaming smile forms on your lips. You notice the pure excitement on his face at your reaction.

Steve cannot help but to feel his heart flutter to see the reaction you just gave him. A huge proud beaming smile.. one that makes him want to melt into a big puddle on your bed. He thinks your reaction is the cutest thing, you’re the cutest thing and he feels like it’s the right time to ask his question.

Once you two calm down a bit and all the books are put away, you’re staring Steve right in the face. He’s just smiling gently at you, his eyes dazzling in the soft light of your room. You feel the butterflies form in your stomach as you break the comfortable silence.

“How do you feel for tomorrow? Good? Bad?”

“I think I’ll be okay, pretty nervous” He says with a shrug as he smiles a bit hesitant at you, you notice how his demeanor has changed. He seems more nervous and quiet now.

“You’ll do great, trust me!” You say trying to lighten the mood as you earn a smile from him. You give him a comforting smile as you grab his hand and hold it in yours gently squeezing it.

Your touch practically sends Steve to the moon. He just feels so happy, he feels all the nerves and worries washing away as you gently hold his hand in comfort. He truly believes every word you’re saying.

He clears his throat before asking a bit nervously. He’s been thinking about this plan all night and all day. He wants to celebrate with you, regardless if he passes or not. He wants to treat you for volunteering your time to help him. And of course, he just wants to spend some time with you. You make his day with these sessions as you constantly giggle at his jokes making his heart soar or seeing you smile so beautifully. You’re like treasure to him, he wants to cherish you forever.

“Y/N, do you possibly want to go and get ice cream with me when it’s all done and over with… like a celebration type of thing?” He asks with a gentle smile as a hint of pink crowds his cheeks.

You let his statement settle in the air as you feel your heart pick up at the words. Without a second thought you reply, “I would love too, Steve!” You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you smile unstoppably at him. You see his eyes open wide in happiness in response as the smile grows bigger on his freckled cheeks.

Head over heels..

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Steve has refused to tell you the outcome of his test until you two were seated on the back trunk of his car indulging in your ice creams. His treat, of course.

“So Steve…” You say pausing to swallow. “What did you get?” You push the spoon around the sprinkled covered ice cream as you wait for him to respond.

Steve places his icecream down as you copy him looking at him more curious now. You watch the sides of his mouth curve into a grin. “I passed, everything!” He says excitedly. You can’t help but to squeal in surprise as you wrap your arms around him for a hug.

“I’m so proud of you!” You say muffled against his shoulder. You can feel his broad arms wrap around your lower back as he hugs you back. You can feel the sudden chill from the ice cream melt away.

You pull away as you look him dearly in the eyes with a sincere smile on your face. “See, I told you that you could do it!” You say smiling even wider. You’re so so so happy, this made your day.. your week even.

Steve has never seen you this happy for anything ever. Heck, Steve has never even had anyone this happy for him. He just feels this overwhelming sense of accomplishment and joy that fills his entire body.

You both are now just looking at each other with huge smiles, enjoying the comfortable silence. Steve feels like he should make a move, before he loses you. He’s afraid that after this, your friendship could disappear. You would go back to your friends and he would hang out with his. And he didn’t want that. He wanted to be with you.

“So what was the final sc-“ You’re interrupted mid sentence as he presses his lips delicately against yours. You gasp into his lips as your eyes dart shut. His hand gently caresses your cheek as your body freezes. He pulls apart smiling and blushing madly as he looks at you lovingly. You just stare like a dear in headlights at him. You’re shocked and can’t even process what just happened.

Steve Harrington just kissed you.

Your cheeks are a crimson color now as you smile shyly at him. Without a second thought, it’s your turn to confess how you feel. And by this, you press your lips against his once more. His lips are pillowy soft and taste sweet from the ice cream. One of your hands cups his cheek while the other rests gently on his shoulder. You can feel his hand come and press against your lower back as he pulls you closer to him as the other pulls hair behind your ear delicately. You pull apart with a smile as you become nervous and shy around him. You can feel the absence on your lips as butterflies course through your tummy.

Steve is genuinely surprised that you feel the same way. He would never think that you, a smart and determined girl would ever fall in love with a dumb, cocky jock. He’s only known you for about a month now but it feels like it’s been years. You two just instantly clicked. Maybe opposites do attract..

He just feels overwhelming happy as he just stares at you with the biggest gushy smile and sparking eyes as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close to him. You rest your head on his shoulder as you two just watch the sun set behind the trees, feeling totally in love.

Maybe people aren’t as bad as they seem..

People can change, people can grow..

And all you know, is you love Steve for who he is and who he became..

Because the lies were erased clean off the page.

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thank you for reading!! <3 hope you enjoyed the fic!!

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cuddle bug

here’s a short but sweet little paragraph <3 total fluff

cuddling with steve harrington is the most comforting thing on this planet. he is the most attentive and loving boy that you could’ve ever met. laying on his chest you listen to the slight "ba bum" of his heartbeat while feeling the rise and fall of his chest. you smell the detergent scent still lingering on his shirt as you’re bombarded by the heavenly scent of his fresh conditioner. you feel his gentle yet worn hands coax your lower back in small relaxing circles pulling you effortlessly closer to him. you gently trace shapes into his clothed chest as he looks at his pretty girl and smiles. once in a while he will place a gentle kiss to your temple or your head and tell you how much he loves you. your personal favorite being "i love you endlessly." you feel so safe and loved in his grasp. it feels like all the weight was lifted off of you, like you couldn't worry or even think about anything harmful. you occassionally look up to meet his gaze. his eyes are glazed over in adoration almost like he was staring at some million dollar painting. you just smile and peck him on the cheek making him blush a rosy pink. it was an endless cycle. you two could lay there for hours in silence just enjoying each others company or lightly talking about whatever came to mind.

this was your favorite part about loverboy steve harrington

this simple display of affection made you go head over heels for him

you wouldn’t want to be any other place but in his grasp

oh screw you..you little cuddle bug <3

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being in love with steve harrington is like the dew drops on the grass in the morning, the soft pitter-patter of rain on the roof, the rolling of the tide, the whispers of the wind, the first “i love you,” kisses goodbye, driving at night, cuddling, back hugs, holding hands, stargazing, love letters, knowing everything about each other, the sweet little nothings, “be safe,” words never being left unspoken, the calming of his voice, feeling at ease in each others grasp, smiling, belly laughs, movie nights, first dates, gift giving, make out sessions, hands embedded through hair, hanging out with friends, working, and.. the most important of all..

being unconditionally in love. falling in love with him all over again every time you see him.

love is truly a beautiful thing.

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drunk with kisses

authors note: hi guys! sorry this took so long, i have been super busy with life lately! enjoy this longer ff which gets spicy towards the end! please let me know if you want any special requests or have any suggestions for the future! - nina :)

overview: you’re invited to steve’s pool party full of laughing, food, and of course alcohol. a few drinks later everyone is pretty wasted and you guys decide to play a few games… ones that can change your life forever.

use of y/n, fem reader, steve harrington x reader, fluff, a bit of angst, mutual feelings, gets a bit spicy, mentions of implied sex, makeout, fem reader first time, steve is a sweetheart, nervousness

TW: alcohol

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Accepting an invite to Steve Harringtons party probably wasn’t the best idea. Considering the fact that he is known for his legendary parties, endless amounts of alcohol, and mostly absent parents it wasn’t the best move for your “little miss perfect” self. But, yet again they always say, “Take risks.” So yeah, you took a risk. A huge risk.

It was a small party, just the normal hangout group consisting of Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie, and yourself. You knew the drill, just have fun with your friends… but this was the first time ever going over Steve’s house. Usually, Nancy hosted the get togethers and they weren’t very risky since she had strict rules. You didn’t really know what to expect.

Pulling into the large driveway, you took your first glimpse at the giant gray house. Plastered with windows and beautiful decorations, looked like a celebrity lived there. Jesus Christ he sure is rich.

Parking the car and grabbing your belongings along with your snacks you brought you slowly walk to the front door. A sense of nervousness creeps up inside filling your core as you approach the front door. Reaching the doorbell you inhale and scrunch your face nervously as you press the cool button. In response, you can hear the alarming chime of the doorbell and scurrying footsteps.

“Coming!” an unknown murmured voice calls out from behind the door as the footsteps continue getting louder and closer.

You exhale and shake your hands trying to shake off any excess nervousness and jitters. Listening to the rattling of the door and someone struggling to unlock it, you just patiently wait in awkwardness. The door opens to…

the one and the only

Steve Harrington

He stands there smiling in a dark teal-ish green crew neck and jeans. His hair is a bit disheveled but he reaches his hand up and fixes it as he exhales. You watch as his runs his hands through his hair. You cannot stop to smile as suddenly all your worries disappear.

You didn’t know Steve for long.. you only made inferences based off the rumors. You didn’t even know if the rumors were true. He seemed to defy all of them at these few get togethers. You moved to Hawkins’s few months ago, first meeting Robin. Then ever since you’ve been the sixth edition to the friend group. You’ve barely gotten to know anyone so it was very hard to judge.

But there was something with Steve..

Something that made you instantly happy at the sight, made you smile every single time, something that made you feel nervous, maybe giddy.. the feeling was indescribable…

Maybe it was his thick beautiful hair? or his sparking eyes? or his gentle demeanor?

He just looks the the average teenage heartthrob out of movies that everyone swoons over. And you were swooning alright.

Oh fuck it..

You had a crush..

On the one person everyone at school says to “stay away from!”

But you don’t listen. And you don’t even regret it!

Whenever you see him he’s just been the kindest of kind to you.

Fuck stereotypes and rumors.

“Pfft, there’s nothing to worry about. We’re friends and it’s just a normal hangout.” You thought to yourself as he moves out of the way and gestures you inside.

“How are you?” He asks closing the door behind you and you hand him your snacks. He gives you his usual welcoming and kind glare. The type of glare that makes you wanna melt into a puddle.

“I’m good, how are you?” You reply as he leads you to the kitchen. Looking around the house you observe how tidy and clean it is. You were surprised considering the fact that Steve practically lives here alone and teenage boys are dirty. The house was huge, fully furnished with expensive decorations. The kitchen was extremely nice. Dark brown cabinets adorned with a white countertop and tiled backdrop. On the counter, Steve had a whole smorgasbord of food.

“Are we feeding an army?” You laugh looking at all the food. You look over to Steve who is smiling and shaking his head.

“Robins fault, always trying to overfeed us.” He says placing your snacks down. “Drinks are in the fridge, the rest of them are outside.” You follow behind him as he guides you outside to the backyard. It was quite a expansive backyard. A concrete patio leading to an in-ground pool with a diving board. The pool was lined with reclining chairs and tables clearly occupied by the group.

“Guess who’s here!” Steve calls out happily as everyone looks back.

“Y/N!!” They all say collectively smiling.

“Hey guys!” You wave and smile to them all as you reach them. Robin was crisscross-applesauce on the ground in front of Nancy and Jonathan who were laying in a reclined chair while Eddie was sitting by them reclining his feet on the nearby table.

You sit next to Robin who drapes her arm around your shoulders pulling you in for a side hug.

“Hey Y/N, how are you?” She asks letting go and looking at you.

“Pretty good, you?” You reply smiling. Steve pulls over a chair and sits with the group.

“Never better.” She says taking a sip of her drink.

“Do you want one?” Eddie says gesturing to the can of beer in his hand.

“Uhhh… sure.” You reply nervously as he throws you a can from the cooler.

Alcohol, the one thing you’ve wanted to stay away from.

You open the can and place the cool metal on your lips taking a slight sip of the beer. It was definitely not great, hints of barley and spices. But you’re a teenager and tonight was a night of fun. So you dealt with it.

As the alcohol warmed you up from the moderately brisk evening you engaged in some fun conversations with the group. Everyone was getting slightly tipsy enjoying their beers…well beside you. You stopped drinking after half the can was empty. You hated the taste, couldn’t bear it.

Every once in a while you’d notice Steve look over at you. You weren’t sure if he was just looking at you or checking up on you but he had this concerned glare. Every-time you met his eyes he would look away, afraid he’d get caught. You didn’t think much about it as you were suddenly pulled back into the conversation.

A few minutes later you excused yourself to the bathroom.

“Hey Steve, where’s the bathroom?” You ask as he looks over to you.

“Down the hallway to your left.” He replies as you give him a thankful smile. Getting up with your beer which you planned on pouring out you navigated your way to the bathroom. You didn’t really have to pee, you just wanted a break. It was hard being a teenager. You didn’t enjoy alcohol or huge parties like everyone else did. You thought if you slipped away for a bit no one would notice. Well, someone did notice.

Pouring the beer down the drain and chasing it with water you just looked at yourself in the mirror. Taking a deep breathe to reassure yourself you smiled at your reflection which smiled back. As you unlocked the bathroom door and walked out, Steve was leaning against the wall waiting.

“Jesus Christ, what the hell are you doing?” You exclaim with your soul jumping halfway out of your body.

“Oh I’m sorry.” Steve apologizes running his hands through his hair. “I just wanted to check up on you. You were gone for a while, you looked a little nervous when you left.”

Steve is the expert at reading expressions. He knows how to read people like a book, especially the people he admires.

“I’m fine.” You lied brushing past him and walking down the hallway to the kitchen. He turned around chasing after you. He was nervous now. Did he do something wrong? Once he caught up to you he placed a hand on your left shoulder spinning you around.

“Wait Y/N, I know you’re not okay.” He says once he got your attention. He has this nervous and concerned look now. Yet whenever he looked at you his eyes remained gentle.

You sigh, “I’m not a huge party or alcohol person. I know this isn’t a huge party or anything but sometimes I need a break. I always wanted to fit in here in Hawkins and I thought maybe partying and drinking would help that. My mom always wonders why I don’t “act like a normal” teenager but you know maybe Im not normal. It’s complicated.” Steve just listens to your entire rant and feels empathy towards you. He completely understands what you mean. Without saying a word he envelopes you in a hug. Wrapping his arms around your torso he rests his head on your shoulder. You hug him back craning your neck to rest on his shoulder. This embrace was full of understanding and mutual feelings. You instantly felt better.

He mumbles into your ear, “A lot has changed for me too. I’m not who I used to be. I don’t drink very much alcohol anymore, I don’t go to parties, I don’t act stupid. It’s completely okay to feel this way and I want you to feel comfortable. Is there anything I can do?” You let go of the tight embrace as you wipe hair away from your face. You shake your head now as you smile thankfully.

“Thank you, Steve. This means so much.” You say looking directly into his still gaze and sparking eyes.

“I’m here whenever.” He says smiling and leading you back outside to the rest of the group.

•••

As the night progressed, Eddie had this “miraculous” idea of swimming in the pool. Everyone was down, well beside you but you went with it. No one was even remotely prepared, no swimsuits, no change of clothes.

Everyone abandoned their seat as the six of you lined up on the edge of the pool.

“You’re going first.” Nancy said to Eddie. “It was your idea.” He agreed before jumping into the pool causing a splash that got on everyone. You staggered back as the cool water touched your skin.

“That’s cold.” You say to Steve who is standing next to you. He looks at you and nods smiling.

Robin follows Eddie and then Nancy and then Jonathan. That leaves just Steve and you standing on the waters edge.

“Last to get in is a rotten egg.” Robin yells splashing water from the pool onto the both of you. You two step backwards getting out of Robins reach.

You look up to Steve who’s eyes are sparking from the waters reflection. His eyes caught you and sucked you in. They were just so beautiful, he was just so beautiful.

“You go first.” You say pushing against his upper arm. He laughs and shakes his head no.

“No ladies first.” He says gesturing to the pool as Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie, and Robin stare at you two, exchanging questionable glares.

“Oh stop being polite.” You retort back with a joking tone still looking at him in the eyes. His eyes must of found yours too as you feel a blush under his gaze.

“Okay then how about we go together.” He says suddenly wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and lifting you off the ground as he runs and jumps straight into the pool. You were pressed back into his chest and you can feel it rise and fall sharply with every laugh he gave out before jumping in. This action made you feel every single feeling at once. It was such a spur of the moment thing that you couldn’t even process what happened.

No one has ever done that before. Let alone the person you had a crush on. It was something that you’d see in movies or read in books.

As you made contact with the water he let go and you felt a sense of sadness as you were no longer in his grasp. The water was cold as your clothes suddenly clung to your body like a wetsuit. As you came up from underwater both of you were laughing. Steve was laughing the hardest as everyone else around you giggled. You just laughed and blushed.

You just experienced something romantic. Or at least you think romantic. Your exposure to that world was very slim. Nonetheless, you felt giddy and bashful.

The six of you fooled around in the pool playing endless games and competitions. Your favorite being Chicken. You were hoisted on Steve’s shoulders as you battled with Nancy who was on Jonathan’s shoulders. You constantly kept falling backwards or tipping over sending the both if you underwater. You never laughed harder in your life. You forgot every worry and was just having fun.

By the way everyone was acting you can definitely tell that everyone was borderline drunk well besides Steve and yourself. You found yourself to be the mom of the group constantly telling Eddie to not backflip into the shallow end or telling Robin to stop yelling and to keep her voice down.

After about 45 minutes you all got out of the pool with blue lips and teeth chattering. Steve ran inside and got everyone a towel. After everyone was dried off you all huddled in his living room near the fire place trying to stay warm.

“That was so much fun!” Robin says laughing over nothing.

“I agree.” You reply smiling. The rest of the group agrees as well.

“Wait..” Robin says pondering for a minute. Everyone looks at her and waits for a follow-up response. “We should play truth or dare.” She says excitedly. Everyone besides you and Steve cheer and agree. You just give each-other questionable and nervous looks.

Truth or Dare + drunk Robin does not mix.

Soon you find yourselves all in a circle in the living room. Jonathan just finished his turn. He was dared to shove a whole cupcake in his mouth. He just sat there laughing with cupcake frosting lining his mouth as he struggled to chew and swallow. It was your turn next, Robin was asking you truth or dare.

“Y/N, truth or dare?” She asks as everyone listens attentively.

Being rebellious you reply, “Dare.” She thinks for a moment before a lightbulb goes off in her head.

“I dare you to do 7 Minutes of Heaven with Steve.” She blurts out giggling as the rest of the group collectively “Ooh”’s.

You cannot believe your freaking ears. Your face instantly turns red as a knot forms in your stomach. You look over to Steve who has a shocked look on his reddened face.

“Robin, I don’t think that’s-“ You reply back nervously.

“A dare is a dare. Do it.” She interrupts you speaking a bit more demanding now. You have no other choice, arguing with Robin is already tough enough to win but with her drunk is a whole other game.

She stands up and drags the both of you up and away to his small walk in pantry. She pushes you both inside and slams the door. Yelling from the outside she goes “Im starting a timer, and standing near the door so you can’t escape. Have fun!” You hear the cranking of a kitchen timer as she places it on the counter and returns to talking with the rest of them. You just look at Steve nervously who still looks shocked. You guys are squished up against each other due to the tight space of the pantry.

“Hi!” You say in an awkward breathless tone. You smile.

“Hi!” He replies smiling back a bit.

“Well this is weird.” You say looking at the shelf away from his eyes. He nods his head.

“Robin is something else.” He says awkwardly giggling a bit.

A few awkward seconds go by.

“How are you?” He asks looking at you gently referring to earlier.

“I’m better now.” You say with a slight smile.

“I’m glad.” He replies exhaling.

You two just look eachother in the eyes for many long moments. You admire his soft complexion. His brown eyes, his freckles, his relaxed eyebrows, his pink lips. He is just so beautiful, so freaking pretty.

You feel embarrassed by this situation and Steve can definitely read it. He looks at you puzzled as he gently grabs your attention by pulling a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Looking up at him with your sparking eyes set a small blush to his cheeks.

“Hey Y/N, are you okay?” He asks gently still lingering his hand by your face.

You shake your head no as you look away. His heart sinks a bit at the reaction. To bring back your attention he gently cups your face slowly guiding it back to face him.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He coos gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“I’ve.. never been in this situation before, let alone kiss anyone.” You shakily reply before darting your eyes away.

How could a beautiful girl like her never been kissed? It was unbelievable, truly unbelievable. She was just so pretty and sincere. He couldn’t believe his ears.

“Hey, look at me.” He says gently bringing your attention back. This time uncontrollably he blurts out, “Do you want me to show you?”

Your stomach explodes in butterflies as you look at him dumbfounded. Unable to utter a word you shake your head yes. Steve takes this opportunity to go slow and steady, he doesn’t want to make you any more nervous. Still cupping your face he slowly moves towards your face stopping once your foreheads are touching.

“You okay?” He whispers as he watches your eyes dart from his eyes to his lips. You slightly nod and shut your eyes. Steve closes the gap between you pressing his lips against yours in a gentle loving kiss. Your breath hitches at the impact. Quickly, he pulls away to try to read a reaction. Your eyes open wide as a blush forms at your cheeks. Your head is whirring with a million thoughts but yet it felt like nothing at all. Your entire world just got flipped upside down over one small kiss. It felt like heaven, pure bliss. Your lips fit perfectly together like a puzzle waiting to be put together.

You slightly smile as you wrap your arms around his neck bringing you two both effortlessly closer. Your heads lean closer together as you watch his lips. Building the courage, you close the gap once again. His hand found your lower back gently pulling your closer against his chest. Your hands gently played with his hair warning small grunts and groans from him. Neither one of you refused to come up for air as the kiss grew more hot and heavy. Steve bit down on your lower lip earning a gasp from you. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. The kiss was deeper and more passionate now, you two were both breathing heavy never wanting to let go. You ran your hands up and down his back as he held the back of your neck to deepen the kiss by tilting your head gently. Steve let you both take a break by moving to your neck. Your lips were puffy and red but oh were you in heaven. You couldn’t even form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. As Steve asked permission to move all you gave him was a slight nod. He peppered your neck and collarbone with endless kisses and frequent sweet little nothing statements.

All Steve wanted was for you to feel special, to feel loved. He wanted your first ever kiss to be received by him. He just loved you so much and wanted the best for you. Making you feel good made him feel good and that is all that matters. He wanted the absolute best for his sweet girl.

Quickly, the small showering pecks turned into suckles and biting as he left many hickeys that would be there for days to come. Each one received either a whimper or small moan out of your mouth which kept him going. He absolutely loved the sounds you were making. He absolutely loved you.

As he moved back to your swollen lips you both heard the sound you never wanted to ever hear…

…the timer

The seven minutes was up, yet it felt like 7 years. Those were 7 minutes of pure bliss, 7 minutes of hidden emotions poured out, 7 minutes of heaven.

Both of you left that pantry with foggy minds and endless needs of wanting your lips on each others again.

And those needs were met later, just the two of you without a timer.

I guess a little bit of alcohol isn’t so bad after all.

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a million little things

authors note: hi guys!! here’s a short little story for all you family video steve lovers like me! i’m currently working on a longer ff which will be out soon! for now, enjoy!! -nina :)

overview: over the past few months, steve has grown to have a crush on you and cannot help but to observe and admire every little detail about you. he’s gotten to the point where he mentally knows a million little things about you…and cannot wait to learn more.

Steve Harrington fanfic, fem reader, steve x reader, fluff, simp behavior, best friend to lovers, angst

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Steve cannot help but to admire you.

He can read you like a book, cover to cover.

Just the past few months he knows how to read your face and expressions. He jot to memory the certain features that move to every single reaction. He admires how your personality and attentiveness changes for every customer.

At this point, he probably knows more about you then you know about yourself.

Steve has had a crush on you since you started working at Family Video about three months ago. The minute Keith told Robin and him that there would be another employee starting on Monday he wasn’t too thrilled. But the minute you walked in that Monday with your blonde hair glowing from the rising sun and your blue eyes glimmering like gentle waves in the ocean he wasn’t so mad anymore.

Heck, he was in love.

Quickly, Robin, Steve, and you grew close and now you three were inseparable.

And Steve loves it. He loves spending every single day with his two best friends…

Well his best friend and his best friend with benefits.

Now you stand 20 feet away from him placing movie tapes on the empty shelves. He watches as you scan your eyes over the title and back at the shelf finding the correct letter for the alphabet. He notices your tongue poke out a bit in concentration as your eyes continued to scan the shelf. Once you find the correct spot, your eyes light up and you smile cheerfully while placing the film in its correct spot. Watching you being proud of yourself awakes butterflies in Steve making his heart flutter.

As he watches you he slowly dazes out filling his mind with memories of you and completely forgetting the task he was trying to complete.

All he could think of was you…

He remembers the first time he met you. You had the biggest smile on your face. One of those cheeky genuine grins that just warms the heart. And boy, it sure did warm him up. He adores your smile, even the small ones. He finds every single one very beautiful. He especially loves the smiles that reveal your dimples. It’s just too cute, you’re too cute!

He also remembers the first time he made you laugh. A real true stomach aching, tear forming laugh.

It was a very quiet day at Family Video, barely any customers and full of boredom. The three of you decided to build a tower with the movie tapes on the counter. Each one of you took turns placing a random movie on the top of the stack. Steve remembers the same concentration face like before as you placed the movie on the top and smiled after the tower did not wiggle. As the tower grew taller and less stable, it was more difficult to place the movies. As you reached up to place a movie you accidentally bumped the tower and it collapsed on Steve smacking him in the face. You and Robin tumbled over in laughter as Steve cursed and rubbed his nose being all mad and upset. As Steve watched you two practically cry over him being smacked by movies he couldn’t help but to laugh and smile at your laugh. Your laugh was just so genuine and cute. Full of heart warming giggles and occasional sharp breathes for air. You threw your head back and scrunched your nose.

Steve thought it was the prettiest sound he has ever heard.

“Sor.. S..Sorry” You said laughing in between every word holding your stomach.

Steve wasn’t so mad anymore.

Steve could definitely tell when you were having a bad day too. Your demeanor was very quiet and kept to yourself. You didn’t laugh or talk much, just did what you had to do. Because of this, everyone felt glum. There was no energy in the store. Everyone felt affected from this.

Especially Steve..

Steve hates when you feel like this.

He’s a sole believer that doing good things for someone in bad times always helps. So by that he will try everything and anything in his power to make you happy.

One time, he bought you your favorite drink and snack. Another time, he let you pick your favorite movie to play on the TV in the store.

He constantly tries to crack jokes and try to earn even a small smile or laugh. He sees it as a reward. Warms his heart up and makes him feel happy.

Steves especially good at reading facial expressions and eyes. He recalls the time he saved you from this man trying to ask you out while you checked him out at the register.

Stocking the shelves he listened to the conversation as you the rental card from the man.

“You’re pretty cute, wanna go out sometime?” The guy asked not breaking eye contact with you.

You stammered trying to ignore the question. Your eyes showed an uncomfortable look and you fiddled with your fingers wanting to disappear.

“Hello? Lady? I asked you a question.” He said getting more angry.

“Your return date is next Saturday.” You reply trying to stay polite but your voice is shaky and uncomfortable.

Steve had enough, building up the courage he walked over to him and says “What the hell man? That’s my girlfriend, back off.”

You looked up at Steve growing a smile feeling relieved inside.

He saved you.

And you loved him even more now.

The man walked out of the store as Steve turned to look at you with those dazzling eyes.

You just smiled back with the most genuine smile that he has ever seen.

Walking over to him you just envelope him in a hug. “Thank you!” You mutter into his chest wrapping your arms around him like a koala on a tree.

He was never ever happier then. You had the best hugs of all time. He just hugged you back and whispered “You’re welcome Y/N!” His heart fluttered like it contained a thousand butterflies.

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“Steve.. STEVE.” Robin said tapping him on the arm repeatedly.

Snapping out of his trance he goes “Shit.. Sorry.” He runs his hands down his face in embarrassment.

Robin already knows about his feelings for you. He only talks about it everytime the two of them hang out. He constantly asks Robin for advice or just vents to her.

“Just say something to her.” Robin says taking the movie from his hand and placing it in her cart.

Say what?

Steve was afraid to make a fool of himself.

“Like what?” Steve whispered trying to keep you from hearing as he watched you say focused on the movie in your hand as your face was concentrated and relaxed.

“Ask her out on a date. It’s simple.” Robin says rolling her eyes. “Go get em tiger.” She says pushing him over to you.

Cursing under his breath at Robin, he walks over to you diverting your attention. You look up at him with your bright blue eyes. His stomach twists in knots.

“Hi!” You say greeting him. “Do you need anything?”

You were a little too cute. Steve stammered on his words. “I was.. I was wondering.. if.. you.. you wanna go out.. on a date with me?”

Steve never thought those 12 words would come out of his mouth, especially to the girl of his dreams.

Your heart beats faster, you wanted to hear those words since the day you met him. Trying to keep your excitement from bubbling over you reply “Yes I would love that, Harrington.” You couldn’t contain your smile and neither could he.

Your eyes glimmered with a excited and surprised look. Your smile was brighter than the entire galaxy. You were the happiest girl in the entire world! Steve has never seen you this happy ever.

Did Steve just ask out his best friend? His crush? His soulmate? His forever?

Yes. Yes he did.

And did you say yes?

Yes you did.

Mentally, Steve checks off another box.

Number One Million and One: Y/N likes me back.

#joe keery #stranger things #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #family video #best friends to lovers #fluff #steve stranger things #joe keery stranger things

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the real way to love someone

authors note: hi guys! i just wanted to thank everyone who has read my last fanfiction, i am beyond thrilled with the outcome! i literally love you guys so much! anyway, hope you enjoy! -nina <3

overview: steve your best-friend finds you reading a romance novel in the library. he believes the book is bogus and wants to show you “the real way to love someone” by taking you out for a night.. and.. his way may be even better than the book…

steve harrington ff, best friends to lovers, steve harrington x y/n, lots of fluff, romance, use of y/n

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It was quite a rainy day in Hawkins, Indiana as you take your favorite spot next to the window in the Hawkins High School Library. The library was quiet per usual, a few students browsing the aisles while others sat and chatted with their friends. You just stared out into the parking lot watching as students covered their heads with bags, jackets, and books as they ran to either the buses or their cars.

Grabbing your maroon backpack off the ground you place it on your lap as you unzip the front pocket. Reaching inside you grab your book you have been waiting to continue reading since you had to quickly stuff it in your bag before school. Pulling out the colorful hard covered book titled “All I Need Is You” you quickly open to your bookmark and continue to read.

While reading through the pages you start to envision yourself as the main girl.

“Hi James!” Jessica (or you) exclaim as you lean up against the locker.

“Morning babe!” James says as he leans down to give you a peck on the lips.

Oh how you wish to have a relationship.

You get engrossed within the chapter until you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You get startled and jump at the touch. Looking behind your right shoulder, standing there is your best-friend… Steve Harrington.

“Didn’t mean to scare you!” Steve says laughing at your reaction.

Getting all red and embarrassed (and probably blushing too), you complain “Dude come on, I was at a good part.”

Sitting down at the chair next to you, Steve leans over the arm to peek over at what you’re reading.

“Whatcha reading?” He says, squinting his eyes to read the small letters.

You close the book and place it next to you, out of sight and out of reach. “Nothing.” You smile looking at him as he gives you a “seriously” look.

Reaching over your lap he tries to grab the book to see the title. “Jesus Y/N, why are you being so secretive. I’m your literal bestfriend and it’s a book.” He complains giving up and getting out of your personal space.

“You’ll probably make fun of me.” You say hiding your face with your hands. Taking this as an opportunity, Steve reaches over and grabs the book from your side.

“Got it.” He says triumphantly beaming and holding it up in the air. You groan as you peek out from your fingers covering your face to watch him read the title.

“Hmm..” Is all he says.

“Steveeee!” You whine dragging out his name.

“You’re reading romance.” He says looking over to smirk at you.

Jesus Christ that smirk makes you want to melt… every. single. time.

You grow red in the face embarrassed.

“These are bogus anyway.” Steve says placing the book down and scoffing.

“No they’re not.” You retort grabbing your book from the table in front of you two and shoving it to your chest.

“It’s all fake relationships. It’s cheesy and stereotyped. It’s not true love.” He says looking at the book folded on your chest and then back at your eyes.

“But it’s cute. I don’t even know the difference, I haven’t even been in a relationship before.” You say sadly pulling a strand of hair behind your ear.

A lightbulb goes off in Steve’s head.

He is going to give his best-friend, the most beautiful person in the entire world, the person he wanted to date ever since he laid his pretty brown eyes on you…

…the most perfect first date of your entire life!

“Y/N, we’ll I have been in plenty of relationships before.” You roll your eyes at this. “I mean, if you really want to know what a true relationship is like… i’ll take you out on your first date.”

This sentence alone made your heart feel like it was going to pop out of your chest and land in the middle of the library floor.

Your eyes widen at his statement.

A date? With the Steve Harrington?

He adds “Well as friends of course.”

He was lying to your face.

And, you felt sad. You didn’t just want it to be friends.

But little did you know.

You smile brightly at him. “I’m in.” You reply unable to stop smiling. You feel like your walking on clouds.

“Perfect. What do you say about 6:00 pm on Friday?” He replies smiling back unable to contain his emotions.

“Works with me.” You say excitedly.

It was official.

You were going on your first date!

•••

Standing at your closet with both of your hands on your hips you just stared at the clothes unable to decide what to wear. It was slowly inching towards 5:30 once you decided on an outfit.

Taking the more classy route you decided on a red flowy dress with black flats. After getting changed you walked to the bathroom to do your hair. Placing your curly brunette hair in a half up half down style with a red clip, you took out your makeup bag. You put on mascara, a light colored eye shadow, blush, and lipgloss. Right as you finished putting away everything and cleaning up the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” You yell through the house as you hurry to the door unlocking and opening it.

Standing there was Steve in a maroon dress shirt and black dress pants. His hair was all perfect with every single strand in place. He was smiling holding a bouquet of roses.

All you could do is smile and blush. And try not to melt into a giant puddle on the ground.

“Good evening Y/N!” He said looking at your outfit handing you the roses. “Looking gorgeous as always!”

You were the prettiest person he has ever seen and tonight Steve was determined to treat you the way that any man should.

Blushing you reply, “Good evening Steve!” as you cradle the roses in one arm. Yelling goodbye to your parents you walk out and shut the door.

Steve gestures his hand out for you to take. Taking his hand, you both intertwine your fingers as he walks over to the passenger side of his car. He opens it for you and steps out of the way to let you in. You breathlessly say “Thanks!” as he lets go of your hand and shuts the door smiling with an adored stare.

Your heart is beating really fast and your stomach is flooding with butterflies. It’s been two minutes.

Getting into the drivers seat, he buckles up and puts the keys into the ignition. Looking at you with his typical adoring stare he goes “Ready?”

You look at him trying not to get lost in his brown eyes. “As ready as Ill ever be.”

And you two were off.

“Where exactly are we going?” You ask Steve as he approaches a red light. He looks over to you and smiles suggestively.

“Enzo’s.” He replies looking you straight in the eyes.

He wants to give you the absolute best. Even if that means spending a fortune at dinner.

“Steveeee, Enzo’s is so expensive.” You whine as your drag out your words. “I’ll pay you back for my meal.”

Steve grabs your hand. “Y/N, please just let me treat you. You aren’t buying a single thing. I told you tonight would be all about you.” Butterflies course through your stomach at his touch as you smile. He smiles back at you letting go of your hand once the light turns green.

A few minutes later you pulled into the parking lot of the typically busy Enzo’s Restaurant. Once Steve parked the car you both get out.

It was quite a chilly night and unfortunately you did not bring a sweater. You shiver as the cold pricks your skin like a needle.

Steve notices as he walks next to you.

He’s only been friends with you for years now. He notices everything. He could read you like a book. He knows every emotion or slight movement. So shivering wasn’t too hard to assume.

Without asking, he wraps his arm around your shoulder guiding you towards his body to brush up against his. You look up at him gratefully as you feel warmer just by his body heat.

He unwraps his arm once you reach the door. Quickening his pace to open the door before you get there, he grabs the handle and opens it gesturing his hand inside. “After you.” He says smiling.

It was very fancy inside. A big chandelier in the center of the restaurant. Every booth and table was red adored with a candle in the center of each. It was busy for a Friday night, you could definitely tell all the ritzy people at there. Women had pearl necklaces on with fancy dresses. Men wore suits with expensive watches. They drank expensive wine as they laughed and chatted about taxes or recipes they recently found.

“Thank you!” You reply walking inside to the hostess stand.

“Table for two.” You tell her as she smiles grabbing two menus.

“Follow me.” The hostess says bringing you to a small booth in the corner of the restaurant. Placing the menus down and silverware, she moves so both of you can sit. “Enjoy!” She says before walking away.

Both of you looked at the menus.

“The menu is huge.” You exclaim flipping through the laminated pages. There was chicken, pasta, salad, pizza, wine, beer, fancy alcoholic drinks, etc .

“Get whatever you want.” Steve says looking up from his menu to look at you.

Jesus Christ you looked so fucking beautiful.

Hair slightly draped over your face as you read the menu. He watched your gaze and facial reactions as you read the details to each of the plates. He noticed your nose slightly crinkle at ingredients you found gross and your eyes widen at food you might enjoy. You must of felt his gaze because you looked up. Steve still can’t pull his eyes away from you. He was caught red handed. Looking up at him you smile a toothy grin, the one that makes his heart skip a beat.

He is so goddamn in love with you.

The waitress comes over to the table to take your drink order.

Steve looks at you to go first.

“I’ll have a water with lemon please.” You reply politely.

The waitress writes down what you would like. You look at Steve as he orders a Coke. Once the waitress walks away you look at Steve and he looks at you.

“Do you know what you’re getting?” You ask Steve as he flips through the menu once more.

“Yeah. I think I’m gonna get the gnocchi.” He replies. “You?”

“I’m gonna get the lasagna. It looks pretty appetizing.” You say. He smiles at you.

Once the waiter returns with your drinks she takes your orders. You both patiently wait for the meals.

“What else do you have planned tonight?” You ask propping your head up with your hands underneath your chin.

You look so freaking cute. Steve cannot handle it.

“Top secret information.” Steve says with a suggestive smirk.

You roll your eyes and smile.

Once your food comes out you both dig in.

“How is it?” Steve says with a mouthful of gnocchi that makes his cheeks look chubby. You just wanna squeeze them.

“Mhm..” You reply swallowing your food. “Good.”

“You’ve got a little something.” Steve says incoherently with his mouth full.

“What?” You ask unable to hear him.

He places his fork down and reaches his arm across the table. Using the pad of his thumb he wipes away sauce from the bottom of your lips.

Your lips were soft, really really soft.

This action made your heart skip a beat. No one has ever done that before. And hey, it was kinda cute.

“Thanks.” You say breathlessly with a smile as he wipes his thumb.

•••

“You all set?” Steve asks turning the key to start the car and looking over at you with a gentle look.

“Yup!” You reply fixing your seatbelt and sighing happily.

Steve backs out of the Enzo’s parking lot and enters the main road. It was about 8:15 once you two left the restaurant.

You look out the window into the sky. The stars were shining very bright tonight.

Steve couldn’t help but look over at you occasionally while driving. He noticed you looking out the window at the stars. He watched how your gaze had an amazed look to it. The stars reflected in your eyes making them look magical.

You were his star.

Everything about you was magical. Your smile, your laugh, your dimples, the crinkle of your nose, your freckles. Every fucking thing he adored.

You were the love of his life.

About 10 minutes later, Steve parked the car on the side of the road near an hill.

You look at him confused, he just smiles at you.

You both get out of the car as he walks to the trunk and you follow him. He opens the trunk of his car to grab a blue blanket.

You still keep a confused face as he walks over to you grabbing your hand intertwining your fingers. Silently he walks with you up the hill to a flat elevated field.

It was beautiful.

This hill looked over the entirety of Hawkins, you could see every neighborhood and every building in the town square. You just stood and looked amazed. You looked up to see the stars twinkling down on you. You could see millions of them, each one a different size.

Behind you, Steve placed down the blanket on the grass.

“Y/N, come sit down.” He said quietly patting the spot next to him.

Turning around, you walked over and sat down next to Steve.

It was quiet now. You could hear the soft chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves. If you listened closely enough, you could hear his soft breathing.

“It’s so beautiful.” You whisper breathlessly looking out at Hawkins.

Steve couldn’t help but look at you even with all these beautiful things around you. Your eyes reflected the lights from Hawkins as you had a slight smile to your soft lips. Unconsciously, he snaked his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his side. Nestled next to each other you both looked out into the town. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest and felt warm from the body heat.

You rested your head on his shoulder. All he did was look down at you and smile.

“Y/N?” Steve whispered looking down at you.

Moving your head to meet his line of sight you reply “Yes Steve?”

He smiles at you. “You’re so beautiful you know.” A blush formed slightly on his cheeks.

You blushed and smiled wide lifting your head from his shoulder. You smirk looking into his love glazed eyes, “I think you’re pretty too Harrington.”

This sent him over the edge. He blushed like crazy. No one has ever called him pretty before.

Building up the courage to ask the question he’s been wanting to ask since the day he met you he fumbled mentally over reactions making him anxious.

“What if she rejects me?”

“Do I deserve her?”

“You’ll break her heart.”

Pushing these thoughts away, he goes for it…

You’re still looking at him. You definitely got lost in his eyes. You observed every facial feature. His bright eyes reflecting the lights, the two beauty marks on his face, his soft lips, and his long eyelashes.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He blurts out uncontrollably.

His what? Girlfriend?

Are you hearing correctly?

Are you dreaming?

Your heart felt like it stopped as you felt like your organs got rearranged.

He tries to read your facial expressions as you just look at him. He watches as your brows move slightly and there’s a slight surprise in your eyes.

You couldn’t find the words to speak. You couldn’t form a single coherent thought. The only thing keeping your attention was his lips.

You didn’t let a single second go by before you attached your lips to his for a quick but sweet kiss.

You look into his eyes once you pull back trying to read for a reaction. He exhaled breathlessly just staring at you.

Steve slightly smiled with a gaze you’ve never seen before as he reached to cup your face closing the gap between you two once more.

This time it lasted longer. Pushed away emotions were poured out into this single action. It was very sweet and genuine. Neither of you wanted to pull away.

His lips were very soft. Softer then you ever expected. Your lips fit perfectly together like two puzzle pieces. It was just meant to be.

You two were meant to be.

Your hands moved to the back of his neck gently raking through his hair. His hand not cupping your cheek placed itself on your lower back pulling you closer.

You head was fuzzy and all you could focus on was him.

You both smile into the kiss breaking apart. You two are both smiling drunkly unable to form thoughts. Both your faces were hazed over with love.

You finally answered his question.

“Yes.” Is all you muttered out breathlessly. You watched his eyes glisten at the response. The slight smile went to a huge smile. You couldn’t help but smile back.

He then let his heart take control as he leaned in to kiss you once more. This time it was deeper than before. Your hands first clutched his shirt before they found his hair as you raked them through it. His one hand placed against your lower back tried to push you effortlessly closer. The other holding the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.

All the surroundings disappeared. You were completely senseless. Full of true genuine love. No more pushing away feelings, no more pretending to not like eachother, no more hinting anything.

It only took years but hell, it was worth every second.

Steve’s plan was a success.

He won you.

The girl of his dreams.

His star. Fuck. His entire galaxy.

You were his…

..And he was yours.

I guess there really is a true way to love someone. One that definitely was never mentioned in the books.

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room to spare

overview: robin, nancy, and vickie plan this awesome “girls trip” to a lake house. everything seems to be going perfect until a special guest arrives, which turns everything downhill.. or as it seems downhill..

steve harrington x reader, fem reader, use of y/n, fluff with slight angst, friends to lovers, mutual feelings

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“This is going to be so fun!” You laughingly yell over the blasting Two Of Hearts by Stacey Q.

Nancy, Robin, Vickie, and you are going on a girls trip to Monroe Lake and you couldn’t be more excited. Nancy’s car is jam packed with bags and people. Nancy’s driving while you are in the passenger seat. Vickie and Robin are in the back. All four of you are laughing and giggling over silly things and dancing to music. All the windows are down as you take in the fresh breeze of the very sunny summer day.

“Play my mixtape now.” Robin pleads as you grab the pile on the ground and search for the one that says “Robins Rockin Mixtape” in her scribbled handwriting. You place it in the car stereo player and Walking On Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves begins to fill the car. Everyone sings along.

“Just the girls and I” is all you thought staring out the window as you pass the never-ending green trees and wildflowers.

But that was not the case at all.

•••

About an hour goes by and the group finally arrives at the lake house. The house is medium sized with two stories. It is made entirely out of wood logs. The front entrance has a porch with rocking chairs and adorned with a Home Sweet Lake House sign.

Once the car parks, everyone piles out of the car and stretches their legs from the long car ride. You can hear birds chirping, waves crashing quietly on the shore, and leaves rustling from the slight breeze coming off of the water.

“Okay everyone take your bags and unload the car.” Nancy barks as she walks to the trunk to unload the bags.

You walk to the trunk to grab your small black suitcase. It was a four day vacation so you didn’t need much. After all, you would be in a swim-suit the majority of the day.

“Who has the key?” Vickie asks turning around to face the group as she walks backwards.

“I got it.” Nancy says walking past Vickie to open the front door.

Nancy enters first as the rest of you follow. The inside looks identical to the front. The decorations inside are all camping and lake related. There is a small kitchen, living room, and a small set of stairs to go up to the bedrooms. In the kitchen there is a sliding glass door to reveal the lake front backyard and deck.

“How cute!” Nancy chimes looking around the house.

“Leave your bags here for now.” Robin says winking at Nancy. You look at them both confused.

“Let’s go explore.” Vickie says grabbing Robins hand and leading her to the back porch.

“Why did Robin wink at you?” You ask Nancy with a puzzled look once Robin and Vickie were out of ears reach.

“She’s weird, don’t worry about it.” Nancy replies unconvincingly before grabbing your hand and bringing you with her.

You two follow the girls out to the back porch.

“It’s so beautiful.” You exclaim looking out at the flat water extending for what it seems like miles.

“They even have a fire pit” Nancy says surprisingly. She’s a sucker for a s’more or two.

“Us four are going to have so much fun!” You exclaim looking at them. They all look at each-other and back at you.

Why do they keep looking at me like that?

Deciding to ignore it, you follow the three girls as they walk out to the water.

“The water is cold” Robin says reaching her hand to touch the surface before scrunching her face as a reaction.

“It’s a lake sweetheart” Vickie replies helping Robin up. “Not a hottub.”

“Shut up.” Robin retorts back pushing Vickie’s shoulder. We all laugh.

We all go back inside to unpack the food that we are going to eat.

“This sure is a lot of food for four people.” You say concerned pulling out five packs of hotdogs.

“I sure do get hungry.” Robin replies rubbing her stomach. You roll her eyes and laugh at her antics.

By the time we finish unpacking everything we prepare dinner. Tonight, Nancy decides to make hotdogs and hamburgers with a side of salad and fresh fruit. Nancy grills, Vickie and Robin get the salad together, while you cut and slice the fresh fruit.

Us four sit down at the dining room table. “Yum” you exclaim grabbing a portion of salad from Vickie.

The four of you eat, chat, and giggle until you hear a knock on the door. “I’ll get it.” You say swallowing a piece of strawberry and placing your fork down. The three girls look at eachother and slightly smile before looking at you. You shoot them a confused look.

What are they so secretive about?

Walking over to the door, you unlock it and turn the handle. On the other side is Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, and Eddie Munson.

“Steve” Your breath hitches as you try not to regurgitate the food you just swallowed. “What are you doing here?”

He looks at me confused and he stammers “Uh-uh.. for a guys trip.”

“Well Im on a girls trip.” You reply while your face blushes slightly.

Nancy appears behind you, “Come on in boys.” She grabs your shoulders and leads you to the side while the three of them enter the house. You turn around and angirly glare at Nancy.

“Did you set me up?” You whisper trying to not let the guys hear.

She smiles and elongates her “Sorrryyy.”

You run your hands through your hair flustered. “That’s why you guys were all smiley earlier and wouldn’t tell me anything.”

She smiles before going “You caught us.” and putting her hands up in the air like a criminal.

You slightly smile back as she pushes you into the kitchen. The kitchen was pretty full now. You give your greetings to Jonathan and Eddie. The three boys grabbing a plate to eat as they all pull up chairs to the table. You sit back down at your spot and continue to eat. A few moments later, Steve asks “Can I sit here?” The spot was right next to you. “Yeah.” you reply moving your self and your food over slightly to create room. You watch him place down his plate and sit down. He looks up at you after getting situated and smiles, you cannot help but smile back.

Steve goes “ahem” and diverts your attention towards him. “You were told this was going to be a girls trip weren’t you?” He asks looking at you in the eyes with a gentle look.

“Yeah I assume the same for you.” You reply taking another bite of the burger. He nods and slightly giggles.

“What are you laughing at?” You ask once you swallowed your food. Looking confused at his cheerful face and laugh. You love his laugh, it makes your heart beat 100 times faster.

He raises his hand and cleans the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb. Butterflies flutter through you at his touch. You smile and blush uncontrollably. “You had a bit of ketchup.” He chuckles, cleaning his thumb with a napkin. You spot Robin whisper to Vickie and point towards you. You shoot them the death glare across the table.

After eating and cleaning up everyone is gathered in a circle outside next to a campfire. Everyone is exchanging supplies for s’mores and having a great time.

It was soon 10:00 and everyone was gathered in the entry way with the pile of bags and suitcases.

Nancy stands in the front of the group with her hands on her hips. “Okay guys, so there are three bedrooms.” Your stomach drops at that as you look over at everyone. Steve looks back at you. Everyone seems unbothered but you and Steve. You give Steve a confused look. “So Jonathan and I will take one room, Robin and Vickie will take another, Eddie will take the couch, and Steve and Y/N will take the last one.” Nervousness floods your body as you look over to Steve. He has a slight panicked look on his face as he starts to blush.

Everyone besides Eddie goes upstairs to the bedrooms. “This can’t be that bad.” You exclaim to Steve as he agrees with you. You open the door to a small room with a window and a twin size bed. It was that bad.

You freeze in place and go “Holy shit.” Looking around the room and back at Steve. He looks at you concerned with a slight blush and a slacked jaw.

“It’s okay we can make it work.” He says placing his bag down. “There could be room to spare.” He runs his hands through his hair in an effort to figure something out.

You nod your head at him as you place your bag down. “I’ll go change into my pajamas.” You say as you leave the room with a bundle of clothes and go across the hall to the bathroom.

Steve looks through his bag for his pajamas. Then he remembers… “Shit” he says only seeing night shirts and boxers. He planned on having a room to himself or sharing with one of the guys. He runs his hands over his face in frustration and embarrassment and selects a maroon t-shirt.

After a few minutes you return back with your pajamas on. Steve hears the you enter the room and looks over opening his mouth to say something about his pajamas but stops to look at you. He is unable to take his eyes off you. His face relaxes to a gentle yet utterly in love glare as his jaw continues to stay slack. You’re wearing a pair of pink soft shorts and a white small tank top revealing way too much than anticipated.

His stomach does somersaults and his heart skips a beat. If Steve wasn’t in love yet (which he deeply was), he is now.

“Stop gawking and go change. I planned on staying with the girls.” You retort and embarrassingly cover yourself up with your clothes. Steve shakes himself before quickly dashes out of the room.

A few minutes later, Steve comes back with his maroon shirt and black boxers. You just stare at him as he enters the room. Doing the exact same thing he did. “Y/N, I planned on staying with the guys and I didn’t pack shorts.” He says looking down gesturing to his underwear. Your mouth continues to stay open as your mind races with a million thoughts. You just stay quiet and frozen like a statue.

“Y/N, I could see if there is a blanket down stairs. I’ll sleep on the floor.” Steve says knowing these conditions might not be the best.

“Steve, it’s fine. I won’t mind.” You reply with a slight unconvincing smile.

“Are you 100% sure?” He asks once more reading your facial expressions with a sincere look on his face.

“I don’t have cooties or lice or anything. Relax Steve, please.” You plead as he smiles and nods his head believing you.

You walk over to the small bed and unmake it so you two can both fit. There is only one pillow so you two have to share.

“Do you have a preferable side?” You ask Steve. He looks at you and shakes his head no.

You climb into bed as Steve turns the lamp off in the room. The room goes as dark as night. You cannot see anything.

“Shit” Steve goes trying to navigate the bed as he accidentally bangs his toe on the bed post.

“You okay?” You ask trying to find him in the darkness.

“Never better.” he replies trying to find the bed.

After a few seconds you feel the bed dip slightly once Steve’s hand meets the mattress. Following the mattress he finally finds the opening in the sheets and climbs in. You scooch over to the very edge to create more room. The bed sinks as he lies down practically brushing up against your side. Either one of you were destined to fall out at any moment. Your eyes finally adjust to the dark as you make out sillouttes of the lamp and dresser. You turn your head to look at Steve as he looks at you.

“Hi!” You giggle slightly looking into his eyes. You two are practically nose to nose.

“Hi Y/N!” he says back with a little laugh.

There is then some awkward silence and you’re pretty sure he has his foot down to make sure he doesn’t fall. You shift to turn on your side to create more room. Your arms are squished against your side and you move to the farthest side of the bed. “Move in Steve. There’s room to spare.” You grab his waist to pull him in more. His stomach explodes with butterflies at your touch feeling your warm hands against himself.

“Okay.” He whispers turning his body on his side to face you.

You two are practically pressed against eachother sharing the same air. You just look at him and his pretty face. You blush a lot, thankfully he can’t see it. He stares into your eyes with his heart beating a 100 miles a minute. He’s pressed up against your chest. He’s praying he doesn’t pop a boner.

You two cannot believe what is happening right now. In this extremely small bed, sleeping with eachother, in outfits not even imaginable to wear as friends.

Your feet accidently brush up against his ankles.

“Sorry.” You whisper apologetically.

“It’s fine.” Steve replies whispering.

Whispering like this is really making you both go crazy… like crazy.

You yawn quietly and smile at Steve who is just staring at you with adoration. He’s watching your every facial move. Your dimples when you smile, your long lashes fluttering with every blink, your breathe that smells of toothpaste, and your pretty eyes which he could get lost in.

“Goodnight Steve.” You whispering starting to close your eyes and sink into the pillow.

“Y/N?” Steve whispers.

You flutter your eyes open again and reply “Mm?”

Steve cups your face and closes the gap between your lips. This kiss is gentle and a little apprehensive. He wants to make sure you won’t pull away.

You gasp into his mouth as your eyes flutter shut and you pull on his shirt to pull him closer. You are now both against each other but neither of you mind.

The kiss starts sweetly and gently until Steve took it as you enjoyed in since you gripped onto his shirt pulling him closer. His one hand finds your waist as the other deepens the kiss by slightly pressing his two fingers on your jaw to open your mouth slightly. Your hands find his hair and run your fingers through it.

Pure bliss…

You two come apart for a few seconds so Steve could wrap other hand around your waist and roll you over on your back and he positions himself to hover over you. He then kisses you again this time, hungrier than ever. Your head is dizzy and you cannot make up a single sentence or thought. It’s just Steve, Steve, Steve.

Steve let’s you catch your breath as he moves towards your neck peppering it with kisses and suckling there. Gasping at the sensation, all you can mutter is “Steve, I love you.”

Muffled in your neck he replies “I love you more.” Your heart feels like it’s about to jump out of your chest and land on the floor.

Steve then leans up to look at your face. You’re smiling so wide, drowsy and lips swollen. “You’re so beautiful y/n.” He says sweeter than honey just smiling so wide. You look so fucking beautiful lying there with blush cheeks, red puffy lips, and a huge smile. He brushes hair behind your ear as you ruffle his.

You smile even more “Not as pretty as you Steve.” you lean up to kiss his lips chastely. He smiles into the kiss until deep diving for more. You run one of your hands up and down his back and shoulder blades as the other is entangled with Steve’s. You two continue to make-out completely and utterly in love.

•••

It soon is morning as Steve and you walk down the stairs sleepily.

“Morning sleepy heads.” Nancy says handing both of you a cup a coffee and smirking slightly.

“How did you guys sleep?” Eddie asks with a smirk.

You both look at each-other and smile and blush on synch.

“Great!” You both replied.

Everyone besides you two glared at each-other with a smile and mentally high-fived. The plan was successful.

Steve and you looked at each-other so adoringly for the rest of the day.

Steve constantly caught himself swearing underneath his breath to try to keep his hands off you while you tried to resist every ounce to kiss him once more.

And that night….

There was definitely no room to spare

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lemonade

overview: your parents are fighting and it’s gotten to the point where you cannot handle it anymore. you’re only solution is packing your bags and going over your best friends house… but are you two more than you seem?

tw: mentions of parental fighting

steve x reader, fluff, comfort steve, use of y/n, mutual feelings

•••

The night was fairly new and you sat glumly on your bed listening to the bickering and fighting of your parents in a distant room. This has become a daily occurrence within the household. Most of the time you could plug your headphones into your walkman and listen to music. Tonight, you couldn’t. You felt a sense of hopelessness, sadness, anxiety, and worry for the future as you listened to the non relenting bickering.

Quickly, you stood up from the foot of your bed and paced back and forth. Your head was whirring with thoughts. By now, your moms voice was louder and more angry. You needed to leave.

You grabbed a small pink duffel bag from your closet and walked over to your bed placing it down. Walking over to drawers you pulled out blue pajamas, a purple sweater and blue jeans for the next day, and your hairbrush from your vanity. Luckily, you had a joined bathroom in your room. You walk in and you grab your toothbrush and perfume. Neatly placing all the items within the duffle bag. You turned off every light within your room besides your bedside table lamp. Sighing at your parents still fighting, you run your fingers through your long auburn hair. You slowly tiptoe over to your window and place your hands on the cool surface opening it slowly. Your breath hitches as the window makes a slight squeaking sound. You pause listening to your parents to see if they noticed. They continue to fight and you exhale. Opening the rest of your window, you grab your duffel bag and place it over your shoulder. Your house is one story so the drop isn’t too bad. You swing your legs out and jump down onto the wet grass. You reach your fingers up and close your window slowly. Walking slowly you feel each foot sink into the wet grass as you walk around the house to the front. Dodging the windows you walk towards the sidewalk illuminated by the yellow street lights. It was slightly drizzling as you walked along the sidewalk and away from the chaotic house.

There was one place you were going… your bestfriends house..

..the one and only…

…steve harrington.

Your houses weren’t too far away from eachother. It usually took about 15-20 minutes to walk to eachother houses. Turning the corner to leave your neighborhood you could feel the rain pick up from a slight drizzle to a steady rain. “Oh shit.” You curse underneath your breath. Picking up the pace, you walk faster. The weather decided to be against you today. The steady rain picks up to pouring. “Fuck.” You curse once more as the rain soaks your hair and your clothes. Water drips from your hair as your clothes cling to your body like a toddler leaving their mother. You shiver with the cold water touching your skin.

After a few long dreadful minutes you finally arrive. The giant house is all dimmed besides a faint light within the living room. The only car within the puddled driveway was Steve’s maroon BMW. You exhale gladly wiping the wet hair out of your eyes. His parents were not home.. per usual.

You hesitantly walk to the door. You’ve only been here a million times yet it feels like the first time. Walking up the steps you pause once you reach for the doorbell. Building up the courage to ring it, you press your finger against the smooth surface. In an instant, you hear a faint song inside. Your breath hitches as you try to listen for any signs of humanity. A couple seconds go buy until you hear soft running and a voice so recognizable you could pick it out in a crowd of people “Im coming.” The lock clicks open as Steve scrambles to open the door.

“Hi, can I he-“ he says before coming to a complete stop. His mouth slightly open as his facial expression changes from a confused and respectful look to a concerned and gentle look. His outfit makes you want to faint on the spot: a yellow crew neck and gray sweatpants. His hair was a little messy as well.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” he says looking at you soaking wet while running his hand through his hair.

“Please Steve let me in, i’m freezing.” You say darting your head at your feet.

“Come in.” He says opening the door wider and shifting out of the way. “Stay here.” He says dashing away to get what you assume was a towel. You take your bag off your shoulder and place it on the ground next to you. Looking around you observe the house. Everything was neat and clean like it has been ever single time you came over. You could hear the faint talking of the TV. It felt very homey. A few seconds later you see Steve reentering the room with a towel.

Once he reaches you he draped it over to shoulder. “Thanks.” you say breathlessly feeling warmth for the first time in 30 minutes.

You two are face to face now. His gentle eyes meet yours and you slightly smile. His heart begins to race at the sight of your smile. Your face then returns to an upset and bothered look as you dart your eyes away from his. Steve notices and in his mind knows you aren’t acting right. “Is everything okay?” He asks trying to grasp your attention once more.

“I’m going to go change.” You say ignoring the question and walking to the nearest bathroom. He turns to look at your dumbfounded as you rush to turn the corner and move out of sight. He thinks to himself, “Something isn’t right.”

Dropping the duffel bag onto the ground and draping the now soaking towel onto the sink, you scour through your bag. Everything was soaked. “For fucks sake.” You say under your breath as you open the bathroom door to find Steve in the same spot caught in his thoughts.

“Steve… Steve” You snap your fingers as he finally looks at you with that lovesick stare that gets your heart beating every single time.

“My clothes are all soaked.” You say defeated fighting away tears.

He stammers for a moment, “You-you can borrow some of mine.”

You look at him and smile once more “Thank you Steve, I really appreciate it.” His heart flutters as he slowly walks over to you. Placing a arm gently around your shoulder he walks with you to his room. Butterflies flutter inside at his touch. The warmth from his body warms you up and you feel happy for once in a long time.

His room was the opposite of neat. There was clothes littered on the floor and papers flooding his desk. His bed was unmade and the sheets were wrinkly. “Excuse the mess.” he says taking his arm off your shoulder he walks over to his dresser. You stand a few feet away from the door just looking at him. The light from the street slightly lights up the room. You admire his side profile as he gently looks through his drawers for something for you to wear. You notice his tongue peak out in concentration and you try to stifle a giggle. A few minutes later he grabs a pair of his flannel pajamas and an old Hawkins High Swim Team shirt. He walks over to you placing them in your open arms. You smile wide as his heart skips a beat at the sight of it. He is down.. bad.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom. Steve stays in the room as he sits at the foot of his bed. He listens as he hears the unzipping of your jeans and the dropping of each item on the floor. He smiles unable to contain his feelings. He likes you.. no fuck.. he loves you.

Once you finish changing you open the door. Your arms hold the wet clothes from outside. He looks over at you and at the sight of you in his clothes he smiles really wide. Your cheeks blush as you grow more shy. The shirt is 2 sizes too big as it drapes around your body like a bag. The black and white flannel pants pool around your feet. “You.. you look beautiful.” Steve says quietly with a smile.

“Shut up.” You say blushing even more now. A red crimson envelops your cheeks as you drop your head in embarrassment.

Steve gets up and walks over to you. “They look better on you then they do me.” He looks at you sincerely in the eyes. You smile unable to contain it. He just makes you so so so happy.

“Let’s go down stairs. I have your favorite!” He says eagerly.

“Lemonade!” You smile feeling warmth pool inside you.

You rush in front of him and run down the hall. You leave a strawberry perfume scent in your path. He smiles so wide at the sight of you being happy ever since you got here. He knew lemonade would cheer you up. He buys it just for you.

“Jesus Christ y/n, slow down” He says laughing running after you. You quickly hurry down the stairs initiating a race.

“I win” You say giggling reaching the kitchen first and turning around to see Steve smiling. You watch his chest rise and fall and he catches his breath.

He walks past you opening the fridge to reveal a full container of lemonade. Almost like he knew you were coming. You grab two glasses from the cabinet and place them on the counter. He walks up behind you and slightly brushes your side as he stands next to you to pour the contents inside the cups. Butterflies form at the touch. You look at him and he looks at you and you two both smile. Feelings of giddiness and butterflies buzz in both of your stomachs. You grab your glass and walk over to the couch. Steve follows behind you. You both sit down a few inches from eachother. Steve watches as you raise the glass to your lips taking a small sip. Seeing this brings him back a few years when he first ever laid eyes on you.

a few years earlier:

Steve recently just broke up with Nancy Wheeler and dropped all of his douchy friends. He was alone. No longer top of the school. No longer King Steve.

One day he strolled into the cafeteria. After grabbing his disgusting lunch he looked around for an empty table. He laid eyes on one of the prettiest people he has ever seen. He almost dropped his tray. You were sitting at the table by yourself fiddling with your can of lemonade and looking glum. Wearing a pink sweater and light blue jeans with your auburn hair draping over your shoulders made him almost melt in the middle of the cafeteria. He stood there building up the courage to walk over and sit with you. Taking a deep breathe he walked over to your table and pulled out a chair placing his meal down. Obviously, this action diverted your attention as you look up to look at him. You looked almost confused and nervous.

“Hi i’m Steve.” He says sitting down and adjusting himself “Mind if i sit and eat with you?”

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. Yeah uh go ahead” is all you mutter out.

He was handsome. He was wearing a dark green shirt and dark blue jeans with white shoes. His hair was perfect and he smelled of cologne and the ocean breeze. You admire his facial features as he looked at you with a smile. He had dark brown eyes and two little freckles on his cheeks. Adorable.

“Are you new?” Steve asks with a mouthful of chicken in his mouth.

Trying to stifle a giggle at the sight you reply “Yeah I moved here last week.” You look down and fiddle with your lemonade. He notices.

“Are you just drinking lemonade?” He askes again.

You nod and take a sip. The other hand pushing your hair behind your ear.

“I can buy you lunch if you’re hungry.” He says getting caught by the way you push your hair behind your ear and smile when you finish drinking.

“It’s okay, thank you though. I’m fine with lemonade. Its my favorite drink.” You reply.

He smiles at you and you smile back. His stomach does somersaults as all he can do is stare at you and drink in everything just like you were drinking that lemonade.

For the rest of the lunch period you guys chatted about random things and you’ve been best friends ever since.. And..

He’s loved you.. ever since…

And you.. loved him ever since

•••

Now you sit, several years later anxiously bouncing your leg while staring at the glass of lemonade. You aren’t your normal bubbly self. Steve knows something is bothering you.

“Are you okay y/n?” he asks looking at you. You don’t reply or look at him. You continue to stare at the glass. He reaches out a hand and gently brushes against your hand not holding the cup. “Y/N?” You cannot hold back these feelings any longer. You begin to cry. Tears begin to flow down your face as you start to sob and shake. Steve takes the glass from your hands and places it on the ground before enveloping you in a hug. “Shhhhh” he coos rubbing your back and running his hands over your hair. “It’s okay, i’m right here.” He says. You hide yourself into the crook of his neck. These feelings are poured out. It feels like a dam has been released.

After a few minutes when your sobs recede to a sniffle you unbury yourself from Steve’s neck and let go. He lets go of you as you two look at eachother. He raises his hand up to wipe a stray tear away with the pad of his thumb. You brush the hair out of your eyes.

“What’s wrong y/n, you can tell me.” He whispers.

Trying to subside more tears, you blurt out the truth. “It’s my parents. I only came because I had to get away. They were fighting and I can’t stand to hear it. It’s really upset me. I’m sorry I never told you, i just couldn’t. I was too scared.”

Steve’s face turns gentle and almost pitiful. “Oh y/n. I’m so sorry.”

“It only made it worse when it began to downpour on my way here.” You exclaim slightly laughing at the no luck you have been getting lately. “I came here because I needed to get away. I knew you would do something to help me. That’s what bestfriends do.” You say with a slight smile as you sniffle.

Steve smiles back “My door is open forever and always.” He grabs your hand in comfort as you wrap yours in his. He rubs his thumb over your hand as you rub your teary eyes with the other.

“Thank you Steve for always being here for me and of course the lemonade” you say with a slight giggle.

“I knew that would make you happy.” Steve says. “Y/n Im always here for you. I will always be here.”

You greatly appreciate these words as you look at his sympathetic face. His eyes gentle and comforting as his lips curve to a slight smile. Your body gets filled with warmth as you dart your eyes from his eyes to his lips.

“Steve?” You whisper breathily.

“Hm?” He says looking at you with adoration.

“Kiss me.” You whisper darting your eyes back to his lips.

“What?” Steve says growing a blush on his cheeks.

“Steve, kiss me.” You repeat with your cheeks blushing a rosy pink as you two move closer. Your breath hitches as you are nose to nose with him.

Without a second thought, Steve closes the gap between your lips. You shut your eyes as you two kiss. One of his hands finds it’s way to the small of your back as he unconsciously pulls you closer. The other placing it’s self on the back of your neck tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Your lips taste like sweet and crisp lemonade. Steves new favorite flavor of all time. One of your hands grips on to his yellow crew neck in an effort to keep him as close as possible as the other gently rakes through the back of his hair. After a few time- stopping moments you two break apart. Pent up emotions and feelings were poured out within this kiss, ones pushed away for years. Love was officially reciprocated. Your lips feel numb and tingly as you just stare at each other with adored stares. You breathlessly sigh with your mouth still slightly open. He stares back with a huge smile. You two were both drowsy with the kiss.

“I love you Y/N” Is all he mutters out. “I’ve loved you since I met you at the cafeteria when you were drinking that can of lemonade.”

“I love you too Steve. I always have.” You reply feeling like you are on a cloud. This cannot be real. It feels like a dream…

You just kissed your crush. Your best-friend.

And you liked it. You loved it actually.

“Do you want some more lemonade?” He asks innocently before you laugh and lean in to kiss him once more.

Lemonade never tasted as sweet.

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