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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 months

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Birthday Surprise - Steve Raglan/William Afton X GN Reader

Title: Birthday Surprise

Steve Raglan/William Afton X GN Reader

Additional Characters: William's ex-wife (Mentioned), Vanessa (Mentioned), and Reader's friends/family/father (Mentioned)

WC: 1,988

Warnings: Mentions of the Reader having a rough/bad day at work, it's the Reader's birthday, friends to lovers?, small reference, very brief mentions of Reader's father's death, banter, cursing, slight/brief suggestiveness, mini angst, and fluff

Turning off the engine, you sighed, immediately shutting your eyes, the back of your head softly hitting the headrest behind you; the only thing keeping you awake was the sound of that one new pop song that was overplayed and that you couldn’t seem to get out of your head.

Today had been a stressful day. Though it was a pretty normal day at work, with what seemed to be an overabundance of customers, none of your coworkers remembered that it was your birthday. But then again, even though you had known them all for a long while at this point, none of them remembered. But you should've known. They didn't remember the previous birthday either. No matter how many times they gave you awkward grins and equally fake apologies, they never seemed to remember the birthdays to come. Along with that, none of your actual real-life friends had called you or messaged you at all, either.

You sighed once more, feeling completely drained, you opened your eyes before grabbing your bag and jacket from the passenger seat. Heading to your front door, you jiggled your key into the lock, twisting the handle, and pushing the door open. You followed your usual routine, tossing your keys in the small clay dish on the door-side table. Toeing off your boots and hanging your jacket, you hung your bag on the hook on the wall. You yawned, covering your mouth with your hand and squinting your eyes as you slid out of the entranceway and into the living room where you stopped dead in your tracks.

There, sitting on your couch, was your longtime friend, William. He was lent back, arms crossed with the TV remote in one of his hands. Glancing up at you, he settled his eyes back on the television screen; he seemed to have been watching some vampire soap opera before he began flipping the channels. You were a bit frozen, the shock of seeing him dwindling; though you could not get over him. His presence still made your heart skip a beat.

You had known William for a long time. Ever since high school. You had been his friend, growing up with him, seeing him get married, and have a kid, before you moved away. It was hard to see the man you had loved fall in love with another, but that was not the main reason you moved away. Three years after college, you had been offered a position in your dream job, in a different state. You accepted and went on your way. You had only moved back seven months ago. Moving into your father's house that he had left in his will after he had passed. You didn't forget about William per se, he just wasn't at the forefront of your mind as frequently anymore, until you moved back.

And though, from the outside, William seemed to not even be bothered by your arrival, internally, he was beginning to feel his heart pound threateningly against his ribcage. Scanning his eyes across the TV screen, he let himself gaze back upon you; pausing his channel shuffling. You still stood, frozen in the entranceway of your living room. It was only fair for you to continue to stare at him with that shocked expression on your face; he hadn't even called or messaged you in any way that he would be stopping by. And though as he stared at you, with your hair all a mess and your form obviously exhausted from a hard day's work, you still looked beautiful.

"Not that I'm not surprised to see you," You began, clearing your throat lightly as you wandered further into your living room, "Uh, but how did you get in?" You asked, giving him a small glance before grabbing the small, forest-green watering can from the top of a small shelf beside the TV stand; pouring the leftover water onto the potted philodendron that sat near the back window near your father's piano.

William only observed you, eyes unblinking and unwavering as he followed your movements as you fed your plant; his head tilting slightly as he did so. "I have the spare... Remember?" He said simply, raising the hand that wasn't holding the TV remote to press the bridge of his gold-rimmed Aviator glasses up the slope of his nose. "I would think you would remember giving me one." He said almost nonchalantly, sighing as he spoke.

"Long day." You spoke, moving to water your Pothos plant that rested sweetly on the windowsill.

William hummed simply, dropping his gaze from you briefly to glance at the TV screen, "Tired?"

You paused briefly at the word 'tired' before blinking, unfreezing, “Tired..?” You repeated, trailing off, as you placed your watering can down on the kitchen counter beside the sink. "I’m not tired…" You cleared your throat, taking a moment before turning around to face him. You wanted to tell him that everything was fine, but you knew that you couldn’t fool him. Rubbing the back of your neck, your body began to warm, if not from how awkward the conversation had become, but possibly from how intensely William was looking - or staring - at you.

You wished that you were used to it. But that was just William. That was just kind of his thing. You had come to understand that he just overanalyzed everything, the gears in his head turning constantly. He really took the time to think before speaking. His intense staring was one of the most prominent examples of this. He only hummed in response as he continued to watch you. His dark brown eyes glimmered in the soft light of your living room and TV as his mouth remained sealed shut. It was a look that you knew well, but you didn't think too much about it.

"Of course..." He answered, though he trailed off, not saying much more. He didn’t believe you.

And before another awkward silence could wash over the both of you, you spoke, "So, uh, why are you here?" You then asked, hoping that he'd give you a straight answer, but also hoping in the back of your mind, that for some miracle, he remembered your birthday. However, that chance was slim. It had been a couple of weeks since you had last spoken to each other.

"I wanted to stop by." He answered after a slight moment, watching as you sat down in your armchair across from him, nearest to the fireplace.

At his response, you frowned, "Well, I wish I would've known that you were stopping by... I would've called off work or at least made dinner." Breathing out deeply from out of your nose, you quickly glanced off to the side, becoming slightly irritated. "God knows that staying home today would've made my life a hell of a lot easier." You muttered out, mostly to yourself as you rubbed your temple with your pointer and middle finger.

Leaning forward, William placed the remote down on the couch cushion beside him, his brown eyes remaining on your figure, "Why do you say that?" He asked, resting his elbows on his knees, his fingers interlacing as he placed his chin on top of them.

At that question, you froze momentarily, glancing up at him. If he wasn’t a career counselor, you bet he would’ve been a great therapist or something. And though you were holding back from speaking your true thoughts and feelings mostly, your mouth opened and the words seemed to pour out of you like a waterfall. You didn't know if it was because of your rough day and the need to vent, or if it was because of his presence that you were so desperate to speak aloud. You didn’t want to bombard William with your life’s troubles. But the waterfall began to, well,.. Fall.

"Nothing," You rose from your seat, beginning to pace the small room, "Just work. I mean, none of my coworkers remembered it was my birthday, not even any of my friends back in my old town where I moved after college remembered. I mean, I get it. But it still upsets me. I mean, I just- even just a simple ‘happy birthday’ would’ve been more than enough. I don’t need some extravagant party or gifts.” You huffed, finishing your rant as you crossed your arms. “Not even my family, Will. They didn't call, text, call, or anything. Not one damn thing."

"Today's your birthday?" William asked, making your heart plummet as your shoulders dropped.

"Yeah..." You muttered, a bit disheartened that not even William remembered your birthday. You paused your pacing, "It is... But it doesn't matter." Sighing deeply, you pressed your hands against your cheeks, shutting your eyes; overwhelmed. You didn't fully expect William to remember your birthday. You thought he would have forgotten it, honestly. But, it never hurt to think that maybe, just maybe he'd remember… Right? You shook your head, rubbing your temples once more as you tried to dispel the thoughts swirling around your head. You couldn't keep dwelling on these feelings. These feelings for William. The fact that you were still crushing on him after all these years, despite everything. It was ridiculous. And it was hopeless. Taking a deep breath, you pulled your lips into a tight frown, opening your eyes as you exhaled softly through your nose. “You were right though…” You breathed out, rubbing your cheek, frustrated. “I am tired.”

Standing, William silently grabbed his tan overcoat from the back of your couch, unknown to you as you began muttering quietly to yourself about dinner possibilities; whether or not you would trouble yourself with making chicken or just a sandwich. Walking over to you, the words quickly died on your tongue as you felt William's calloused hands cup your cheeks softly, lifting them so you had to meet his eye. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him, his gaze focused solely on your face. In the split second that your eyes met his, his lips came crashing down upon yours. Blinking rapidly, your brain began to register what he was doing, the feeling of his lips on yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as your hands came up to grab ahold of the lapels of his overcoat.

The kiss was deep, instantly making your skin burn and your heart race as his lips moved against yours hungrily - yet slow - passionate; his fingers digging themselves into your lower jaw, pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss. The feeling of his lips against yours was so intoxicating. You could taste the remnants of coffee lingering between the two of you, mixed with the faint scent of his cologne that seemed to engulf you. The feeling of his strong body pressing against yours caused your stomach to lurch and your heart rate to spike; your breathing grew labored as he broke the kiss, his lips just grazing against yours before his hands left you entirely.

You blinked, dazed and confused as you wobbled slightly from where you stood. Brushing your fingertips against your warm, wet lips, you let out the deepest breath you had ever taken just as your ears picked up the front door shutting. A smile tugged at your lips, quickly overtaking your features as you collapsed in your armchair. You weren’t sure that you had ever been kissed quite like that before. And you weren’t sure if you wanted to be kissed by anyone else again. The butterflies in your stomach were already dancing wildly. Though you were unsure of what that kiss meant - what yours and William’s relationship now meant, that was future you’s issue to figure out. Overall, you were certain that there wasn't a single cell in your entire being that hadn't been affected by the experience.

This was definitely a happy birthday indeed, and quite possibly the best present you had ever received.

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lauriegraham01 · 8 months

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40s!headcannons - steve & bucky

pairings: steve rogers x reader, bucky barnes x reader

summary: headcannons of steve and bucky from the 40s.

w/c: 645

content warning: minor angst, mentions of domestic/child abuse, fluff, mention of smoking/drinking.

Steve Rogers

Steve always being shy to show affection, for fear of rejection. So whenever you initiate acts of affection, he goes red and his heart does somersaults.

He doesn't like to talk about his dad much, it still hurts to think about the abuse he and his mom faced because of him.

But he sometimes misses the way his dad was before the abuse started but he feels wrong for missing someone who caused so much pain.

Steve first learned how to draw from recreating the human anatomy because he had a curiosity for medicine, taking after his mother who was a nurse.

Steve learned how to do everything around the house- cooking, cleaning, hell he even knew how to sew. His mother had instilled the importance of knowing how to take care of yourself within him at a young age.

Coming from Irish-Catholics, he and his mother would attend mass frequently.

Steve loved midnight Christmas mass the most.

Loved reading and saving up to buy new books and comics.

Was the type of kid to hide underneath the covers with a flashlight just so that he could read late at night.

He memorized the entire subway system at one point.

His favorite places to take you on dates would be parks and record shops.

Textbook definition of a gentleman, would open every door for you, walk closest to the street, give you his jacket if your cold, and drop you off at your doorstep after a date.

After the serum, he still wasn't used to his new body so he would still accidently buy clothes that were too small.

Steve wrote to you and told you everything about what he was doing while away.

This man would lose his mind every time you sent him a photo of yourself in your letters.

Worshipped the ground you walked on and treats you nothing short of a queen.

He was afraid that his inexperience would be an issue and after reassuring him that it wasn't he fell even deeper in love with you.

Needless to say Steve loved learning new things with you ;)

Bucky Barnes

Bucky was openly affectionate and it often meant that you would get dirty look from girls who had a crush on him because they were jealous that Bucky was paying to attention to you.

Bucky is Jewish (especially considering that his character is based on another Jewish character/has Jewish influences)

He would invite Steve over for Seder dinners every year.

Bucky cannot cook to save his life, his role in the kitchen often being helping cut veggies or wash dishes.

Bucky was a naturally loud person seeing as he lived with four sisters and had an all around loud household/family.

Bucky picked up street-boxing when he was 13.

Steve hated this. Often having to be the one to patch up Bucky after a nasty fight.

Bucky could understand and even speak a little bit of Spanish, learning from friends and from girls he'd dated before.

Bucky would sneak up the fire escape to be able to knock on your window and see you late at night.

Bucky smokes, but never around you or Steve out of respect.

He is a sappy drunk. He will go on and on about how much he loves you and how beautiful you are.

He can handle his liquor.

He loved going dancing with you- especially at jazz clubs.

An absolute sucker for rhythm and blues.

He knew that he wanted to marry you, but he wanted to wait until after the war to get married.

He had the ring picked and locked away.

He kept a picture of you tucked away in his coat pocket, admiring the picture everyday while overseas.

He wrote to you often, asking about how things were back home. Your responses giving him hope that this war would end soon and he's come back home to you.

#40s bucky #40s steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america #steve rogers #pre serum steve #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #fluff #slight angst #marvel

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charzard-lord · 1 year

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Breaking Point (Avengers/Reader)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff, comfort, slight angst, language

Pairings: (All intended as platonic but can be read however you want) Steve/Reader, Tony/Reader, Loki/Reader, Bruce/Reader, Natasha/Reader

Key: ☁️🧸💣🤝☂️

Summary: You have been overwhelmed with emotions, always taking on your teammates burdens. You finally snap and the team comforts you.

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a long time and I wasn’t sure I was even gonna post it but then I though ‘hey I haven’t posted in a while and I’ve got this just laying around so why not’. Anyways have this little fic. Hopefully more will be coming very soon! As always thank you for interacting with my fics! Enjoy! :)

You stretch and yawn as you make your way to the kitchen. You were hoping to get a few more hours of sleep than you did, but you’ll take what you can get.

“Good morning,” Steve greets you without looking up. He is seated at the counter, eating a muffin as he reads the morning paper.

“Mhm,” is your only response as you walk over to the cabinet and grab a mug. It’s too early for you to converse.

You go through the motions of making your morning coffee when you feel someone hug you from behind.

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” Tony speaks directly into your ear and you shrug him off. He steps back with a chuckle.

“It’s too early for this shit,” you groan, attempting to grab the sugar, but someone else gets to it before you can.

“I don’t think you need this, dove. You’re already sweet enough,” you look over to see Loki holding the container in his left hand, grinning smugly at you. You roll your eyes and try to grab it, but he is much taller than you. He raises his arm, the sugar now just out of reach.

“Seriously? Loki, please,” you whine, leaning against him. “It’s too early,” you repeat your previous statement, this time mumbling it into Loki’s chest. He laughs, low and hearty, enveloping you in a gentle hug.

You stay like this for a moment, feeling him relax into your touch. When you’re sure his guard is down, you lunge for the sugar. You take it from his hand and back away before he can trap you again.

“You tricked me,” he says, feigning offense, but his soft smile betrays him. You stick your tongue out in response, focusing your attention back on the cup of coffee you’ve been trying to make.

After a few minutes, you finally have your coffee. Letting out a sigh of relief, you walk into the living room and sit in one of the chairs, looking forward to having a relaxing moment. But living with the Avenger’s means there is never a dull moment.

Not even ten seconds later, there is a loud crash in the kitchen, as Natasha comes barreling in.

“What the hell, Tony?” she yells.

You sip at your coffee, pretending not to notice the commotion.

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Tony says, presumably attempting to exit the room. Natasha is hot on his heels though, refusing to let him escape unpunished. You remind yourself not to get on her bad side.

“Typical,” Bruce exhales, taking a seat next to you. You glance over and shrug your shoulders, sighing deeply.

“Yup,” you reply, continuing to drink your coffee and choosing to ignore the chaos happening in the next room.

For the first few moments, you do a pretty good job. You’re able to effortlessly block out the noise as you enjoy your hard earned beverage. That is, until Natasha throws Tony into the living room.

He crashes directly into you, sending you and your coffee flying. You hit the ground hard, your favorite mug shattering as the scalding liquid spreads across the floor and seeps into your top, staining the white fabric.

Everyone freezes, holding their collective breath as they stare at you with wide eyes. You are the most powerful Avenger, and arguably, the most powerful being the world has ever seen. No one wants to face your wrath.

You close your eyes and inhale sharply through your nose, rising from where you lay on the floor.

You turn your attention to Tony, glaring at him with the fury of a thousand suns. He immediately tries to reason with you.

“Hey, we were just messing around -” you step on his chest, effectively cutting him off.

“Stay. Put.” he shuts his mouth and nods his head, eyes wide with fright. You reach next to him and pick up the broken pieces of your mug.

All eyes are on you as you walk back to the kitchen, placing the pieces on the counter. The air is tense and deadly quiet.

You squeeze your eyes shut, fighting the urge to cry. You’re so tired. You just wanted to have a relaxing morning.

Loki says your name, but you ignore it and push past him, storming off to your room. As soon as you enter the threshold, you slam the door shut and flop onto your bed, unable to stop the tears.

It’s a stupid thing to cry over, you know, but this has been building for a while now. You’ve been so busy taking care of everyone else and making sure that they’re okay, that you’ve ended up neglecting your own needs. Between the stress of missions and trying to carry the burdens of all your teammates, you’ve burnt yourself out. So really, it’s not even about the mug at all.

There is a soft knock at your door. You clear your throat and swallow hard.

“Go away,” you pray that whoever it is doesn’t pick up on the fact that you’ve been crying.

To your dismay, your bedroom door begins to open. You scramble to compose yourself, not wanting anyone to see you like this. Weak. Vulnerable.

“What do you want?” you spit, hoping your venomous tone will scare them away. It doesn’t.

Bruce peeks his head in, smiling sheepishly, before opening the door to reveal three of your teammates standing awkwardly in the hall.

Steve nudges Tony, who clumsily steps forward, looking unsure of himself. If you weren’t in such a foul mood, you might laugh. The great and confident Tony Stark, now twiddling his thumbs and refusing to make eye contact.

You cross your arms over your chest, trying your best to look annoyed.

“I’m sorry,” Tony says, still refusing to look at you. “I know that was your favorite mug and I’m really sorry,”

You scoff and roll your eyes.

“It’s not about the fucking mug,”

Everyone looks at you and suddenly, you want the ground to swallow you whole. When you realize they’re all waiting for you to elaborate, you sigh and turn your back to them.

“It’s just -” you suck in a breath and shake your head. “I’m so tired. Of the fighting and the worry and the -” you cut yourself off, taking a moment to compose yourself.

“I can’t keep carrying everyone’s burdens,” you say after a long while, turning to face them again. Everyone is silent for a moment, eyes wide in shock, before Natasha finally speaks.

“I - we had no idea,” she says, taking a step toward you. She reaches out, searching your eyes for permission. When you show no signs of objection, she surprises everyone by enveloping you in a tight hug.

You slowly wrap your arms around her, letting yourself relax into her touch. You feel more arms surrounding you, and realize that everyone is holding each other in a big group hug. Before you have a chance to stop it, you start to cry, releasing all your sorrow and grief.

You stay like that for a while, your teammates holding you as you cry and whispering soothing words. Eventually, you pull away from one another. You look at everyone in the room and smile.

“Thank you,” you say, wiping a few stray tears from your face.

“Any time,” they reply in unison.

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angelyuji · 2 years

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flirting and kissing

natasha romanoff x gn!reader

“that’s why i don’t shop there anymore. they don’t have anything cute anyway, to be honest, but everything was so cheap.” natasha stares at your lips as you pout, reminiscing about some story. she was trying to focus on what you’re saying, but something about you was distracting her. “nat?” maybe it was the way your forehead creased and your eyebrows furrowed. it reminded of her of a small puppy. “hello??” maybe it was the way your eyes sparkled about whatever you talk about. so pretty and big. she wanted to stare into your eyes forever. “natasta?” she blinks and realizes how far her mind was. you sit, cross-legged, across from her on the couch, turned to face her.

“sorry, i-”

you giggle, “don’t worry about it, i’ve been talking too much anyway. i was probably boring you.”

“no! no, you could never bore me!” she grabs your hand and squeezes. you stare at her, startled. her eyes widen and, quickly, she lets go of you. “keep talking, i like your stories.” she turns away, she feels a blush run up her face.

“o-oh okay, anyway-” you start talking once more, but natasha couldn’t focus. embarrassed, she couldn’t find it in herself to look at you. “natasha.” you call out to her, your voice stern. she looks at you, resigned. “what’s up with you?” you ask, concerned.

something in her melts at the softness in your voice, “i used to be really good at this.” she gestured between her and you. you tilt your head, all puppy-like, in confusion. you start to ask what she means when she continues, “god, i really really like you. and i don’t know how to make it stop cause you deserve someone better, someone less… damaged.” her voice breaks, and she feels hot tears start to stream down her face. it takes her back to bruce and steve and every person that she’s ever tried to love. “i’ve always been too damaged, too broken, too scarred, too-” the sob stuck in her throat breaks her sentence. natasha looks away, not wanting you to see her like this.

“nat…” she feels your palm on her cheek, cradling her face. she leans into it and you gently turn her head towards you. both your hands cradle her face as you both sit an inch apart. tears continue to fall and her eyes trail to your lips. you lean in and your lips press. she pulls you in by the waist. she kisses you like you’ll disappear if she stops. you kiss back with the same urgency. her hands tight around your waist and you sit on her lap. your hands pulling her face against yours. you pull away and natasha chases after you. with a small smile, you rest your forehead against hers. she sighs.

“you are not unlovable. you are a warrior, a hero. you deserve the world and the sun and the moon. and, dare i say it, the whole universe.” you take your hands off her and gesture wildly. natasha smiles and you start to wipe her tears. she leans into your touch. “i like you too, you know. i really, really, really like you.” she pulls you closer, your head falls onto her shoulder. she leans her cheek on your head.

she lets out a wet chuckle, “i swear, i used to be really good at flirting.”

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icarus-has-falllen · 1 year

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Requests 🤨📸

I’m trying to get back into writing

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royalty-unknown · 2 years

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You. Are. Loved

Cg!Eddie Munson x Cg!Steve Harrington x little!reader

WARNING : angst/fluff, SELF-HARM!, Toxic families, Anti-agere(form parent or gaurdian) ,Poly relationship, Age regression, violence(Slight hitting),Big space *Only for a little* crying, Shaking, slight Aggressiveness from Steve but nothing serious, Mentions of blood, bad grammar, terribly written, mistakes, cursing, partially based on a true story. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ! thank you~

Hewo! This is my Second story and I’m just want to say this is sfw ONLY and not a kink. It is a coping mechanism used to help in many different ways and is NOT ddlg. Heads up it's kinda longish ngl but this is my second time writing a story so I put much thought into it! Please take note that this is partially based on a true story aka my life. (DISCALAIMER) SELF HARM IS NOT AN AESTHETIC!!

Half Summary: You didn’t quite know why you self-harmed…Fucking hell. yes you did it was beacause of your family/mom/dad/gardian/etc Constantly body shaming, yelling, controlling, (etc) and most importantly neglecting (at) you so you used Age regression as a way to help you. Your boyfriends Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson were your Caregivers and loved you so much and never judged you. You felt like age regression was really helping you get past the past..That was until your mom/dad/guardian/etc walked in your room as you were trying to shift with your Paci in your mouth and bottle next to you while watching cartoons..She took everything

“M-Mom (/dad/guardian/etc) wait! Give it back!” y/n said “NO What is this bullshit! Your acting like a baby and its Stupid you know God wants us to grow not act like a baby be the big girl you oh so claim to be and figure out your problems like a normal human being and GROW THE FUCK UP!” your mom said yelling and shouting at you which you were sensitive to and throwing the paci and bottle away. you flinched and whimpered. She left and slammed your room door shut. You broke down in tears as you started to pack your stuff, just some clothes and the f/c (Favorite color) stuffie that Eddie and Steve gifted to you after learning about your age regression about 2 years ago. Then you see it..The box that you keep your razor in you set down your f/c (Favorite color) bag with cute fidgets, keychains and things that you can play with which Steve and Eddie also gifted to you as one of your birthday presents.

You opened the box, saw the razor and everythings came back to you, that feeling that never gets old. Eddie and Steve knew about your self harm and you told them you stopped and you did..at the time you told them. You tried to stop but everytime something bad happened you did it. You had been clean for about 2 months now and today you told yourself only 5 cuts…but 5 turned into 10…and 10 turned into 20…. And before you knew it you were at 38…you were crying so much just wishing Steve and Eddie we’re there to stop you..now you felt like your arm was ruined by cuts..you put the razor back into the box and packed it still sobbing. You had no Idea why you still lived with your parents/parents/guardian/etc . You just didn’t when you turned 18 (or age) you could move out but you didn’t in hopes to fix things but no you made everything worse you thought. You grabbed your bag and left getting into your car. You're still sobbing and crying and you started to drive. You didn’t know where you just drove not even noticing that your cuts we’re bleeding badly and needed to be treated soon, you left at 2:22pm and didn’t stop driving until about 10:22pm your walkie was in the passenger seat eddie and steve decorated it for you it was f/c (Favorite color) with f/t (favorite things) type stickers it buzzed and then you heard steve's voice “Y/n?? Y/n come in! Where are you?” You thought about not picking it up but that would just cause them to worry more “Y/N/? Baby are you ok??” Eddie said you slowly picked it up hesitantly but still you pressed that button now there was no going back “y-yes..” you said weakly with a slight crack in your voice. “Baby! Oh god! Where are you? It's been 3 days!” Steve said then it hit you..You 're driving for three days straight, you 're thinking too much. You looked at your arm and saw a lot of dried up blood “Sweetheart!” Eddie called “y-yes s-sorry um…” You looked around to see that you weren't far from Steve's house “I-I actually am heading to steve’s house..” you said as you drove there “No. No. Well yes come here but tell us where you have been and where you are now.” Steve said it in a tone that scared you slightly. You put the walkie down and drove to Steve's house ignoring the questions from Dustin, Nancy, Steve, Eddie and Max as well. About 1 hour later when you were at Steve's house you grabbed your bag and opened the car door shutting and locking it then walking up to his door putting your sleeve down so they didn’t see the cuts. You opened the door to see a Steve whose head was in his hands slightly in his hair while his leg was bouncing up and down and a Eddie who was mumbling things about you and pacing back and forth they,turned their heads to the door because it opened and saw you.

Their eyes widened and they ran up to you and hugged you “Where were you y/n??” Steve said “We were worried sick” Eddie added on. It took you a moment to reply but you shrugged and just walked up to Steve's room causing them to let go and follow you “Hey! Answer me!” Steve said, grabbing your arm slightly raising his voice..You flinched and tears fell out of your eye’s..not only because he yelled but because he was grabbing your arm too tight..the same arm you cut “O-Owie!” You said starting to shift into little space “Let Go!” You said snatching your arm back but his grip only got tighter causing you to let out a quiet sob and tried to hit his chest as hard as you can over and over but the punches only came out as soft little hits (The same exact thing that mike did to hopper when mike found out hopper was hiding el) “Y-”steve started trying to stop and hug you Hit “H-Hey” Eddie stepped in and held you from behind wrapping his arms around you waist but you hit him saying “Lwet! gwo!” hitting him again the punches became softer and softer until you're just bawling your eyes and heart out into Eddie’s chest. Steve let go of your wrist and hugged you not knowing exactly what to do, eddie picked you up rocking you and gently shushing you he himself didn’t know what to do but he just thought this was the best Idea you sobs tuned into cries which turned into whimpers which turned into sniffles which turned into soft snores Steve got out your f/c (Favorite color) pj’s and made a bath while eddie laid you down slowly taking off your bottoms as to not wake you up he did the same with the shirts and undergarments and it wasn’t until he picked you up and brought you to the tub that he noticed..the cuts..”s-steve” he whispered “hm?-'' he stopped when he came in and saw your arm “baby…” he walked to you and gently picked up your arm so as to not wake you up and closed his eyes with some tears falling and sighed. “I’ll get the first aid kit..” Eddie said wiping his eyes to avoid tears but they still left his eyes. After 20 mins you were washed up and your scars were wrapped and treated. Steve picked you up and wrapped you in your f/c (Favorite color) towel and took you to the bed lotioning you (Etc) and putting on your pj’s (For my black girl audience like me or just audience that wraps their hair up if there’s any they did wrap your hair up scarf/bonnet etc) and laid you down putting a paci in your mouth and your bottle with water in it on the nightstand next to you. They got in the bed on each side of you, kissed your forehead, put their foreheads together, hugged each other then kissed each other's forehead saying good night, laying down and going to sleep.

10am You woke up, Not sure where you were and not remembering anything you rubbed the sleepiness out of your eyes and realized you were in your boyfriend(s) home in his bed alone and you had your pj’s on, paci in your mouth and your arms were wrapped. You started to panic they find out about you cutting before you could get too deep in thought the door opened to reveal your two lovely boyfriends with f/p/b/f (Favorite pancakes/ breakfast food) and eddie with your bottle filled with milk “Morning little one” Steve said “Morning bubba” Eddie said “M-Mornwing daddies” you said looking into your lap playing with the bandages not sure if they were still upset about the cutting “Sweetheart look at me” Eddie said setting the bottle on the nightstand and sitting on the bed and grabbing your arms and folding them so your hand was over your cuts on each arm “No.” you unfolded your arms confused and he folded them again “No.” Eddie said you unfolded them getting that he’s saying no to you cutting and he folded them again “No.” Eddie said grabbing in between your folded arms holding them together “Talk to us..we are here we love you and you and us both know that this is not helping.” Steve said, setting down the tray of food. You were sobbing Eddie pulled you onto his lap and hugged you, Steve softly sushing you and Eddie holding you close to and rocking you. Once you stopped crying they sat you down and each wiped each eye “Talk to us baby..What made you do this to your pretty arms?..” Steve said, taking off the bandages. You let everything out and told them everything from your family/mom/dad/guardian/etc being toxic to your mom/dad/guardian/etc throwing away your paci and bottle. They were furious by the time you finished talking. “Live here.” Steve said “h-huh-” “Live here. So this can stop. we can stand seeing you struggle like this little one” steve said “We will talk to you about it when your big again but until then~” Eddie started planting kisses all over your face while steve kissed over top of your cuts causing you to let out giggles and laughs “Your pretty” Eddie said in between kisses “Your worth it” Steve said in between kisses and more compliments and kisses just kept coming until you heard “You. Are. Loved.” Eddie said, `` Which made you smile as your lip quivered “You hear us little one? You. Are Loved No matter what. So promise us you will talk to us when you're sad or you feel like you want to hurt yourself again. Please..” Steve added on it took you a second but you said it “I prwomise daddys.” they smiled “Thank you princess” Steve said “Thank you sweetheart” Eddie said “I’s wuv chu daddas” you said “We love you too little one” They said sitting up steve wrapping your arm up and eddie Cutting up your b/f (Breakfast food) into smaller pieces so you don't choke and once steve was done you 3 ended up eating, cuddling, and watching cartoons all day.

Word Count: 2092

Hi guys this was my second story please let me know your thoughts and opinions but in a respectful manner! I know that this was somewhat scrambled-ish, rushed,and depressing. But hopefully this is good and not too bad! And again I will hope to improve as I go and continue writing stories! But anyways hope your drinking 1-4 water bottles/cups of water and eating at least 1-2 meals a day! Until the next one my lovely Victims~

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jaebeomsbitch · 11 months

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Constellations and Destiny (S.H.)

Summary: After months of working with Steve you become friends. He invites you to meet his friends, says you'd love them. Friendship turns into something more.

Pairing: Corporate!Steve Harrington x Corporate!Genderless Reader

Mid-Late Twenties everyone

Warning: mutual pining, slight angst, making out, smut at the end MINORS DNI!!!!

AN: I loved every second of writing this. Please go easy on me, this is my first time writing for Steve.

You’d met Steve later in life, you were always a shy kid never really making friends. Your anxiety always keeping your mouth glued shut even when people were talking about something you knew a lot about. Steve was a co-worker of yours, you couldn’t help but notice him on your first day. Glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, sun-kissed skin coupled with a strew of freckles. One day accidentally confessing that you loved his skin, it reminded you of the night sky. Constellations dancing on his face. Of course this comes much later, when you’re actually friends.

Steve was the first to approach you, asking you about the current correction of your latest project. From then on he’d make it a point to talk to you at least once a day. He was the only person who tried to get to know you. Everyone else was afraid that you were too standoffish, something you weren’t unfamiliar with. You’d always been called a bitch because of the way your face rested, they thought you looked down upon them. Silently judging them with your gaze but truthfully you were not.

Steve broke open your shell, pulling piece by piece until you’re cracking jokes in the hallways, shoulders bumping each other’s during meetings, fleeting glances across cubicles. Which eventually turns into meetings after work, he offers to show you around town. Said he had friends that you would love, probably even more than him. He said that you would instantly take to Robin, you shared the same sense of humor.

You meet them on the weekend, they’re incredibly nice. You instantly connect with Robin just like he says. You both whisper into each other’s ears making stupid comments. Steve teases you for “stealing” his best friend. Robin declares that you were her new best friend, intertwining your elbows together before dragging you to the drink table. You can’t help but glance back at Steve, wanting to keep some sort of connection to him. He’s already looking at you, lips spreading into a smile as he mouths “tell her to slow down.”

Robin now drunk bumps into Eddie, he grabs her elbow and sits her down on the couch. Then he notices you, notices the way you hover over her, taking her drink, placing it on the table, and tilting her head so she doesn’t choke. He jokes that she’s a lightweight before introducing himself. You notice the shirt he’s wearing, accidentally interrupting him by saying you loved his shirt. You knew who they were? Not many people had ‘good’ music taste in this town, he says. You spend the next twenty minutes just listing rock bands you both like, then gushing over your favorite songs. He doesn’t miss the way you keep glancing at Robin to make sure she’s okay or looking over the room for Steve.

He pulls you away from Robin, introducing you to his friends. Telling you they’re the greatest bass players, drummers, and guitarists, besides himself, that you’d ever meet. You spend another hour talking to them about their band, their visions for the future, and how they got into their instruments. Apparently Eddie worked as a mechanic, their band only having a weekly gig at the Hideout and a monthly gig at a bigger bar two towns over. Gareth and Jeff had actually purchased a record shop together. They talked passionately about how they bought the place when it was about to close out and how they renovated everything. They had spent long nights redoing the entire place.

Grant, who was the shiest of the bunch, speaking up every once in a while. He was just like you. Gareth had told you he worked at their shop part-time but he was actually really good with computers. He praised Grant, exclaiming that he made their entire salary in a couple days of work. He also pulls you aside later to tell you that Grant always takes a while to warm up to people and to not mistake his quietness for dislike. You reassure him that if it wasn’t for the alcohol you’d probably be too shy to talk to him, you understood him. Gareth clocks the way you look over his shoulder to give Grant a small smile before looking back at him.

Steve comes and grabs you, introducing you to Nancy and Johnathan. They were apparently high school sweethearts. They both work for the local newspaper but Nancy had climbed up the corporate ladder incredibly quickly. You were always interested in the process of the news. How did they gather their stories? What were their methods for writing? Nancy delves into a very passionate speech about how her care for carefully crafted words was her driving force. She rambles on until Johnathan chimes in. Talking about how they should probably not talk about work, that you might find it boring. However you protest, you loved seeing people who were excited about their work. Nancy and Johnathan eventually excuse themselves to grab a drink after looking over to your right.

Steve clears his throat asking about your night. Did all his friends make you feel welcome? You gush about his little get together. You’d never met such a kind group of people, they were all incredibly inviting. They all listened to you and made you feel heard in a way you never had before. He smiles at you, says he’s glad you felt that way because you’d probably be seeing them a lot more often. Really? Your eyes shine bright, lips slightly wet with alcohol as you lean up to look at him. You stumble a little, as you misstep, maybe you’d drank a little too much. Steve grabs onto your arm holding you steady. He smiles at you, making a comment about how clumsy you are. The rest of the night he doesn’t let go of you, hand at the crook of your elbow pulling you around the room, arm around your shoulder as you talk to his friends.

You don’t notice the way they all give him the knowing look. He was in deep, head almost under the watery brew of your spell. They noticed the way he was almost possessive, something unfamiliar to Steve. They tell him how he should actually make a move on you the next day. Teasing him about how he followed you around like a lost puppy.

The days seem brighter for you, you were adopted into his band of friends. Joining them on bar adventures and board game nights. You fit in like you were always there. You start to notice how Steve starts to get touchier around you. Knee brushing yours, hand pushing your hair back, arm around your shoulder, foot bumping into yours when you start to doze off during a meeting.

The longer your friendship continues the more time you spend around Steve. You spend the work hours with him, leaving work to change and meet him at his house for dinner. You’d take turns cooking dinner at each other’s places with the pretense that you wanted to learn how to cook but there weren’t any single serving recipes. You’d spend nights sitting across from each other laughing about something stupid your co-workers did, wine glasses clinking, emptying plates, then washing dishes together, you’d wash and he’d dry.

You’d pop in a movie, starting the night sitting next to each other. You don’t know when but one of you will complain about how uncomfortable you are. So you end up laying on top of him, arm around you, your head on his chest. You reluctantly pull away when it’s time to head home, his sleepy eyes silently pleading for you to stay.

But Steve doesn’t like you like that, he’s like this with all his friends right? He is caring and sweet to every single one of them, you were just another person in his long list of duties. Deep down in your heart you know it isn’t true, Steve isn’t making dinner for Eddie, he isn’t holding Robin close or cuddling with Gareth on the couch. You were basically dating without kissing.

You were afraid of the feeling in your chest, afraid of the way your heartbeat quickens, and your chest moves a little faster when you’re near him. He’d given you something so sweet, something you had long stopped having hope for, friends. You couldn’t risk it, couldn’t risk fucking everything up when you finally felt loved. They’d all take his side, he was their friend of years, they wouldn’t betray him for you.

So you spend the night crying over the phone, calling Robin, finally voicing that feeling in your gut when you think about Steve. She doesn’t know what to say, she understands your fears and she shares the same feelings. Always afraid of the rejection, too afraid to make a move. Despite the late time you head to her house, fall asleep in her arms as you both whisper secrets to each other. It was set in stone, she was your best friend as much as Steve was.

You spend weeks agonizing over every interaction with him, heart clenching when he passes you by in the hallway. You long for him in a way you’d never felt before. So you pretend to fall asleep in his arms, pretend like you don’t feel him attempt to shake you awake even though he doesn’t want you to. You pretend to be in deep sleep as he places you on his bed, pretend like you sleepily grab onto the sleeve of his arm so he can’t leave for the guestroom, pretend you’re seeking warmth when you cuddle into his chest when he finally lies down. You focus on your breathing, not wanting to tip him off until you feel his even out. When you’re sure he’s asleep you open your eyes, looking at the constellations on his face, trying to mentally map out every single one. This continues on for weeks, Steve no longer hesitating to join you in bed. You let yourself grow accustomed to the heat of his skin on yours.

What you don’t know is how painful this is for Steve. To have you in his arms only late at night with your eyes closed. It’s like you only want him for comfort, want him for the way he holds you at night. He can’t stop thinking that maybe you don’t like him romantically. Robin had talked about how you had slept in her bed, hugging each other close.

Maybe this was normal for you, maybe this meant nothing in your head but to him this was everything. These were the fleeting moments you allowed yourself to be vulnerable around him. You weren’t shy anymore but you hadn’t let him in yet. He’d hear pieces of your life story through the small grapevines that Robin extended.

It isn’t until one night he pretends to fall asleep, wanting to watch the way your eyes move around, lips slightly parted that he hears you. “You’re so pretty it’s painful to look at”, you graze a hand over his cheekbones. “Agonizing that I can only see you like this at night”, the tips of your fingers brushing over his cupid’s bow.

“What do you mean?” His eyes snapping open at your confession.

“S-steve” Your eyes open wide, scooting backwards trying to get out of his grip but he holds on tight.

“Tell me,” His eyes searching through yours for an answer.

“Y-you’re awake,” You try to deflect.

“Tell me you don’t feel it. Tell me you treat Robin like this and I’ll go back to pretending I’m asleep,” He says, eyes a little wild. His adrenaline on high. He looks at you through the minutes of silence, waiting for a response.

“I- I can’t,” You sigh, eyes closing, afraid to look at him. “Look at me,” He whispers, trying to pull you closer. You relent, sliding through the sheets until your head is on his chest again, stare up at him.

“This is where you belong,” He says, looking down at you, gaze incredibly intense. You let your face be dragged up by his hand until your lips meet. It’s slow and sweet just like Steve has always been. When you pull away he litters kisses all over your face. He’s sipped the potion, drunk on the taste of your skin on his lips. After the fifteenth kiss you realize this is where you were always meant to be, your fate has pulled you to this town, to this job, and into Steve’s arms.

He thrusts into you slowly, feeding off your reactions.

“Been dreaming ‘bout this s’long,” he slurs, tipsy on the feeling of you around his cock.

“Me too,” You gasp, pulling him down so you’re chest to chest. Even this wasn’t close enough for you. His breath panting next to your ear as you slide your hand to hold the back of his neck.

“Love you Stevie,” You moan, coil threatening to unwind.

“S-shit, love you too,” He gasps, hips spasming as you both let go. He tries to pull out of you but you hold him close, “stay like this” you plead. He doesn’t have the heart to tell you no. When you loosen your arms around him he asks if he can pull out now. It isn’t until you confirm that he leaves, bring back a warm rag to clean you up. He bundles you in his arms, whispering praises.

“You’re mine?” He asks, wanting to confirm this was more than a one time thing.

“M’yours,” You smile at him as he kisses your forehead.

You fall asleep, tracing the constellation of freckles on his chest. You were always destined to be his, just like the stars were destined to shine in the sky.

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shewrites7 · 2 years

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Drunken Nights and Pinky Promises

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary - Your boyfriend of two months is getting on your last nerves, and your best friend Steve’s too. Steve can’t stand him, and you’re beginning to realize that neither can you, for reasons you don’t think you’re brave enough to admit—at least not without some alcohol. Luckily for you, Steve’s set on dragging you to a party with plenty of it.

type - one shot

word count [9.2k]

tags: Steve Harrington x f!reader, childhood best friends to lovers, heartbreak, “he’s not good enough for you”, a high school party, hurt comfort, secret pining, jealousy, pinky promises and an almost kiss. (no specific mention of appearance, race, etc.)

warnings: underage drinking, swearing

"Come on," you urged your boyfriend from over the phone, neck aching with how long you'd been on a call with him. During your snack break at work, nonetheless. "You know that's not what I said."

Danny, your boyfriend, was taking up a tone with you over the phone that would have you hanging up if it were anybody else. But this was Danny. You'd been dating him for two months now, and he was the only boy you'd ever seen manage to win over your parents. Well, other than Steve, that is.

You still didn't know how he'd managed to do it, but whatever Steve had done to get your parents to like him so much was the exact reason why he's managed to hold the position of your best friend for all these years, rather than just a few weeks. By then, your parents usually chase off anybody they think isn't good enough for their daughter's company.

But with him, they'd invited him to your house practically every day, too many sleepovers to count. Nights spent under blanket forts with eyes threatening to close from the heaviness of fatigue, pinkies interlocking as you swapped promises with each other you still hadn't broken to this day, where you worked at Family Video with your best friend practically every day, replacing sleepovers with quick goodnight's as he dropped you off in front of your house after a long midnight shift. It was tiring, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

The boy in question, Steve, was finishing up organizing the register from next to you behind the counter. Although seemingly focused on counting cash, it became increasingly difficult for him to focus on the task at hand as he listened to you argue with your boyfriend over the phone. It became near impossible when you decided to leave the phone lying on the counter face up so you could begin working again and keep talking on the phone all at once, walking back and forth behind the counter as your boyfriend's voice disrupted any silence that'd once existed in Family Video. Steve annoyingly acknowledged in his mind with a roll of his eyes that his voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard. It was a wonder to him how you put up with the boy for more than a minute at a time.

"I already told you," you said, your voice distant and occupied with organizing the horror films shelf. "Keith has been grumpier than ever, Danny. I can't just skip work to go to some random junior's party."

"It's not a random junior's party," argued Danny stubbornly. "If you went to more of my games, you'd know that this party is to celebrate Hawkins High's third official win of the season!"

Steve almost couldn't hold back a snort as he worked, not being able to help from eavesdropping.

You slapped your hands against your legs, turning towards the phone on the counter with a glare as if the boy on the other line could see you. "You know I go to all the basketball games I can! It isn't my fault I have to work all the time."

You could hear Danny scoff. "You spend more time at that damn job than you do with me."

Steve could see your frustration from where he sat, your cheeks flushing and fists clenching. God, this guy was a piece of work.

You shook your head to yourself. "You know I can't help it."

A rich, humorless laugh came from the phone. "Yeah, especially not when that Harrington is waiting for you at your job, right?"

Your cheeks flushed even more at your boyfriend's accusation, and you couldn't tell whether it was from anger or embarrassment.

It seemed as if you'd only now noticed Steve's presence in the room, looking at him guiltily like he'd caught you doing something criminal. Trying not to seem like he heard the conversation being shared from across the store, as impossible as it may be, Steve's eyes snapped back to the register and away from you, not wanting to further your embarrassment. It didn't take a genius, though, to know that your best friend had heard every word of your argument with Danny. An argument that you finally decided you'd had enough of.

"Danny, I'm not doing this right now." You stomped towards the counter, trying your best not to notice the clearly fake look of disinterest on Steve's face as he counted the same two dollars distractedly.

"You don't want to do anything anymore!"

Knowing that this conversation could go around in circles for hours more if you didn't end it soon, you picked up the phone once again.

"Danny, I'm really sorry, but I have to go."

You numbed yourself as his voice continued to shout anyway through the phone, loud enough that you were sure Steve could still hear him. But you had to get back to work, whether your boyfriend liked it or not. No longer listening to his muffled words, you bid him goodbye, promised to call him later, and hung up the phone for good.

Danny's voice rang through your mind, even after you hung up on him, but the silence of the store throbbed against your head almost painfully, the combination giving you a headache that was sure to stay with you for plenty more hours. All you wanted to do was head to bed early, but you were sure to be stuck working at the store until late into the night.

You turned to Steve who, though he still hadn't moved from his clearly artificial position of hunching over the register, you could tell was dying to say something. At the sound of your throat clearing, Steve looked up at you with a frustratingly superior look in his eyes.

"Oh, stop that," you spat sourly at him. He shrugged with feigned innocence.

"I wasn't going to say anything."

You squinted at his disbelievingly at his tone. "Sure you weren't."

You knew of the pile of words that were on the tip of his tongue, but you honestly weren't in the mood to hear what he had to say. Every time he talked about Danny, it was like trying to stop a train in its tracks. It was no secret how he felt about your boyfriend, his rants about him proving just how much he disliked him. Worst of all, deep down, you couldn't help but think that he was right about everything he said.

"Alright, Steve," you said tiredly. "Let it out."

Steve swirled in his stool, but you kept speaking, your mouth moving a mile a minute with frustration that you knew you were aiming at the wrong boy.

"Tell me how much of a basket case Danny is. Remind me how much of an idiot he is. Describe to me all of the ways you'd like to shut him up. I won't interrupt this time. I'm ready for it." You knew that was a lie—you were never ready for it.

"I just," Steve rubbed his chin, trying to add some casualty to his words. "I just think Danny is ..."

You gestured for him to continue.

"I just think he's more of a talker than he is, you know, a listener." He paused, letting you soak in his words. "I mean, when's the last time you had a conversation that didn't feel like you were talking to a wall?"

Even if he wasn't completely serious, you had to admit to yourself that Steve spoke the truth; speaking to Danny was like talking to a wall.

"And," he continued, "don't even get me started on that basketball bullshit. 'You don't want to do anything anymore'," Steve mocked your boyfriend's voice in a whiny tone. "It's like he's never worked a day in his life! Probably hasn't though, we all know what his house looks like from the parties he used to throw all the time. Not a very understanding dude."

He was right. Everything Steve was saying was right. But that didn't change the fact your blood always seemed to boil whenever Steve talked about a guy you were with, as if they were so absurdly idiotic that you had to be brainless to ever have dated them in the first place. You distracted yourself by organizing the contents of the drawer behind the counter, feverishly rearranging pens in a way that only ever seemed to make you more frustrated.

"Alright Steve, I-"

"It's always complaints with him." Steve didn't seem to hear you. "You'd think he was a middle-schooler with the way he whines. Scratch that, younger than a middle-schooler. Even Dustin never whines that much."

Steve was on a roll now. "And Jesus, that phone call... his voice is painful. I bet he loves the sound of his own voice. Never listens to anybody. Hey, remember when he got you that rose perfume for your birthday? You hate the smell of roses. Your face when he gave you that was priceless."

The blood rushing past your ears was practically all you could focus on as you held a pen in your hands, threatening to snap. You never really knew why Steve's words always had this effect on you. Sure, it could've been because he was almost always spot on about Danny. But when Steve would look into your eyes after telling you all the things he hates about your boyfriend, telling you that you could do so much better than him, that voice nagging you in the back of your mind wanted to yell out "Who? Who could I do better with?" Yet, you didn't want him to answer that question. You didn't know if your heart could take whatever he might say.

It felt to you like Steve talked for minutes more before stopping, noticing the way you gripped the pen in your hands like it was your lifeline.

"Woah, hey there," he cooed, gingerly taking the pen from your hands, concern lacing his voice and drawing his brows together. "You alright babe?"

Babe. No, no you weren't.

"You know, maybe Danny was right about one thing." You were snapped out of spiraling thoughts at Steve's admission of something you'd never thought he'd say.

"And what would that be?" You asked as you placed all the pens back into their proper spots again with a strained breath, slightly not believing him.

"That you need to get out more, have more fun."

You couldn't help but scoff. "And since when do you agree with anything Danny has to say?"

"Since I saw you trying to squeeze the life out of that pen just now." Steve popped a stick of gum in his mouth from his pocket, enjoying this too much. "I can't disagree about you working too much. You throw yourself into work like your life depends on it. This is Family Video, for God's sake. You can spare to ditch a few shifts."

You shook your head at him. "You have a lot of wise words for someone who used to wear a sailor cap to make a living."

Steve guffawed at your smirk, brown eyes gleaming up at you from his seat behind the register. "Well, you should be thanking this wise guy, cause he's the same guy who's gonna be taking you out partying tonight, whether you like it or not."

You stopped in your tracks, blinking. Steve threw an arm around your shoulder, loving your reaction and the alarmed look on your face.

"You heard me, partying. I'm sure you've heard of it. It's the thing most people do when they want to have some fun, you know, dancing, drinks, the occasional-"

You slap a hand over Steve's mouth to stop his poking fun at you. "Okay, you can stop now, Harrington."

Removing your hand from Steve's face, he prayed to God that you didn't think anything of the warmth of his cheeks when you touched his face in that way. He really had to get himself under control, he thought.

"So, I'll pick you up at your place tonight?" Steve asked, noticing the way you glanced down at your watch anxiously, always worrying about work and never yourself. He took your hand in his, drawing your attention away from your watch-bearing wrist.

"Hey," he said, eyes staring up into yours once more. "I'm serious. Don't forget to have a little fun once and a while. It can't all be work work work."

You looked down at you and Steve's hands, marveling at how his large ones completely cocooned yours in between. You shook your head. "You're forgetting we both fight monsters on a monthly basis."

Steve let out an amused breath. "Yeah, well, even the Ghostbusters had to catch a break every once and a while, right?" You squinted.

"I don't remember them ever partying."

Steve shook his head at your ability to always have a comeback ready. He gave your hand a squeeze, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips with a tilt of his head.

"Well, maybe we can be the first."

"You're overthinking this." Steve spoke the words into his phone for what seemed like the hundredth time as he drove to your house. Yes, that was probably a safety hazard, but he'd never been a stickler for the rules anyway. It seemed to him that the risks of leaving you alone to yourself to get ready for a party were higher than those that came with talking on the phone while driving, even at night. Your distressed tone from the other end made that all too clear.

"No, I'm just thinking rationally, Harrington," you reasoned back, your words mushed together as you applied red color to your lips. Steve wasn't the only one multitasking. "Who's gonna cover our shifts for us while we're out partying?"

"Don't worry about that, I've got it handled," placated Steve. What he wasn't saying, though, was that going to this party would cost him four nights' worth of extra shifts at Family Video, courtesy of Keith himself. To Steve, that was a small price to pay to finally get you to have some well-needed fun. He'd do practically anything to see your smile.

"Well, are you almost ready? I'm almost at your place."

Looking in the mirror, you began to panic. Were you almost ready? You had no idea what "ready" entailed for a party like this. One with way too many people packed into some teenager you didn't even know's house, loud music, and most definitely alcohol.

"Uh, yea. Almost ready." You fluffed up your hair in your vanity mirror just a bit before rushing to your closet, cellphone tucked in between your shoulder and neck.

"It doesn't sound much like it," teased Steve, turning the corner onto your street that he knew so well.

"Nope," came your wavering voice as you struggled to put your shoe on your foot, hopping up and down for balance. "I'm ready."

Steve put his car in park in front of your house, noticing the lights on inside your infamously pink-walled bedroom through your window. "Well, great! Cause I'm walking up to your door right now."

You almost tripped over your own feet, nervously laughing with poorly executed casualness. "You-you are?"

"Yep," said Steve chipperly into the phone. He climbed the two steps to your front door with a smug look on his face, peaking through the windows to try and see any sign of his best friend, his suspicion of your lie growing. "Not seeing you, though."

"Oh, don't you worry, Harrington," you assured with feigned confidence, finally hopping down the stairs, phone in hand still. "I'm all ready."

You finally reached the door, swinging it open assuredly, barely stable on your feet after rushing to get downstairs. You were greeted by Steve standing in your doorway, hands in pockets as he stared at his feet.

When he looked up, his smug look was wiped off his face in the blink of an eye. He couldn't possibly form enough thoughts to have any kind of expression other than awe at the view in front of him.

He took in your dress, a color that complimented your skin so perfectly it was like a watercolor painting, your flushed cheeks and slightly parted red lips, hair that was disheveled just enough to make you look effortlessly beautiful. He had to stop himself from reaching up and tucking a fallen piece behind your jeweled ear.

He hadn't said anything, but he didn't trust himself enough just to say anything just yet.

"Hey," you greeted, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath that your body took in from running down the stairs in those shoes. "'Told you I was ready."

He gulped, his throat ran dry. "Yeah, you, uh" Words, Steve. Words. "You look great." He could've smacked himself right then and there. Your painted lips tugged upwards in a warm smile.

"Thanks, Harrington." You scanned him over too, taking in his better quality jeans and nicely-fitting jacket. You nudged him in the arm. "You don't clean up too bad yourself."

Steve couldn't help but get lost in his thoughts for a beat too long before remembering you both still had a party to drive to. He snapped himself back into reality, back to sanity and security.

"Shall we leave?" He asked gesturing to his BMW and holding an arm out to you, to which you smiled fondly, taking his arm in yours.

"We shall."

The drive to the party felt longer than you would've liked, and the car felt warmer to you than it probably should've. Work wasn't the only reason you didn't go to a lot of parties. You'd always steered clear of them if you could and going to one now didn't feel any easier.

Steve, of course, noticed your weird behavior and rested a comforting hand on your knee for half of the drive there. You couldn't exactly say if that was making the temperature in the car feel any lower.

By the time you got there, Steve was parking down the block from the house that was clearly holding the party. You could hear the loud music booming from it even from houses away, your hands a sweaty mess. It was like the bass of the music beat in time with the thumping in your chest. You were surprised your leg shaking up and down didn't distract Steve from his driving a single time. He looked over at you, arm still resting on your knee.

"You ready to go in?" Steve looked at you with hopeful eyes.

"Would you let me stay in the car if I told you no?" Rolling his eyes, Steve gave an extra squeeze of your knee in comfort.

"Don't stress so much." He took your pinky in his, reminding you of how you used to do when you were young and stress-free. How you missed those times in a moment like this. "This'll be fun, I promise."

As much as you wanted to believe Steve, you couldn't help but let your nerves wash over you, them staying with you as he exited the car and opened your door for you, offering a hand for you to grab onto. You took it, praying he didn't comment on your sweaty palms even if you knew inside that he would never.

You both walked up to the house arm to arm, the music already loud enough for you to make out a Duran Duran tune coming from inside the house. The familiar scent of Steve's cologne helped soothe the whirlwind of thoughts inside your brain but made you realize just how much more party experience he had than you did. God, you did not want to be clinging to him the whole night in fear.

Steve could tell you were entering that nervous spiral of thoughts again and turned to you before you reached the door.

"Hey," he said softly, hands resting on your shoulders. "Get outside of that busy head of yours." His hands slid down the sides of your exposed arms. His touch mixed with the chill in the air sent a shiver up your body that you fought to keep down as you stood in front of him."C'mon. Let's head inside." He took your hand in his, taking the lead.

When you walked inside, the music struck your eardrums so loudly that you felt the vibrations in your chest, along with the smell of alcohol in your nostrils. Steve seemed unfazed by it all, looking down at you with an adorably wide grin. It was hard to forget, Steve wasn't just plain old Steve, cashier at Family Video, protector of twelve-year-olds, and official chauffeur. He was "King Steve." Even if he matured wildly from how he used to be, he was still used to all this. Parties like these were practically his element. You did the best impression of a smile you could, and it must have satisfied him enough to have him dragging you off further into the crowd of people.

You couldn't see much in the swarm of people dancing and yelling, red plastic cups in their hands with mysterious drinks you didn't want to know the contents of inside. The home the party was being hosted at was large enough to fit at least two or three of your own home inside. You made a bet that everyone at Hawkins High could fit inside this house, maybe even just the first floor. Of course, this did nothing to soothe your nerves.

It wasn't long before Steve found some people he knew, booming voices yelling "Harrington!" over the music. He went over to greet them, still holding onto your hand as he did. You recognized one of them as Mitch, a kid he used to play basketball with, but couldn't put a name to any of the other faces. They didn't pay you much attention as they conversed, only sparing glances at you that strayed too far South for your liking. Soon, talk of beer pong arose and Steve turned to you right away, leaning down a bit to hear you over the noise of the party.

"You okay by yourself?"

You wanted to say no, to stay within the comfort of Steve and let him keep you close to his side, keeping him selfishly for you and only you. But you could tell Steve wanted to play and, knowing him, he'd stay here next to you all night if you asked him to. It wasn't fair to keep Steve from going off with his friends and having fun just because you were a little nervous at a high school party. You smiled up at him.

"Yea, I'll be fine." You squeezed his arm and had to swallow down your intrusive thoughts of how firm his bicep was. "Go have fun."

The brunette looking down at you smiled his contagious smile again and left a kiss on your forehead before letting himself be dragged off by his friends. A kiss that left your cheeks warm and face feeling fuzzy. And before you knew it, Steve was out of sight and you were standing alone at a stranger's party.

A couple of minutes went by before you came to the conclusion that standing against the wall like a loner wasn't keeping up your end of the bargain with Steve. You promised him you'd try to have fun, let loose a little. You could only imagine all the things he'd say to you right now if he was still next to you. You couldn't tell if trying to socialize would make this any more fun for you, but you didn't really have a choice soon because someone was knocking into you from behind, almost spilling their drink on you.

"Shit, my bad," came a deep voice. When he fully turned around, you recognized him as one of Danny's friends, Scott. He stumbled into you, bracing himself with a hand over your head against the wall, too close for comfort. You could smell the alcohol on him.

"It's alright..." you said, taking a step away for some distance. He only just seemed to recognize you and a look took over his face that you couldn't read clearly in the dark lighting.

"Hey," he blurted. "Didn't Dan say you couldn't make it tonight?"

You shrugged. "I managed to get off of work. Thought it'd be nice to surprise him." You were surprised at how fast the lie came to your lips. You'd almost forgotten Danny would be here. Now, you couldn't help but wonder what he would say if he saw that you'd decided to show up with Steve as your escort.

Scott let out a gurgled sound under his breath that sounded like a laugh. "Oh, he'll be surprised." He looked around before turning back to you. "Want a drink?"

You shook your head, looking around too to see what was so funny. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. "Have you seen Danny anywhere?"

"Nope." He smiled. "I'll bet he's looking for you right now. You should go find him."

You didn't like the feeling that caught in your stomach as you looked at Scott's grin, but you brushed it aside for something spurred by all the alcohol in his system.

"Thanks, I will."

He saluted you off and laughed to himself some more, strolling away into the crowd and downing some more of his drink. Maybe it was the smell of alcohol around you and the lack of open space, but the sick feeling in your stomach was refusing to be pushed down. You decided to try and see if you could find something to drink that was nonalcoholic. A glass of water had never seemed so nice.

People crowded around every inch of space in the house, elbows pushing into you as you made your way through the jumble of bodies partying in the living room. The center of the room came into view, decorated with expensive-looking furniture and a coffee table covered with empty cups. And there, laying on one of the couches was your boyfriend. You got a closer look, and suddenly you wished you hadn't. You'd found him and you hadn't even looked for him. Now, you wished you never had.

He wasn't the only body laying on the couch. It may have been dark, but it was light enough for you to take in every square inch of the scene before you, one that had you recoiling, almost stumbling back.

Danny had his face pressed into some girl's, his body laying flushed underneath her's. You'd never seen her before, light hair coiled in curls that brushed against your boyfriend's face. He was so completely enamored by the random girl on top of him that he didn't even notice his girlfriend standing a few feet away from him, absolutely shattered.

"Danny?" you called, ashamed of how your voice broke almost immediately. It wasn't even him who noticed you first, but the girl on top of him. She broke away from their heated kiss and looked up at you with a look of disinterest, shaking the shoulder of the boy underneath her and gesturing to you.

He craned his neck from his position to look at you, eyes taking you in as if he had to scan his brain on who you were. When he did, he scrambled to push the girl off of him and stand up next to the couch, the girl scoffing and walking to another guy carelessly as if realizing what was going on and deciding the drama was too much for her. Danny's sloppy appearance, his undone collar, and messy hair, showing signs of someone running their hands through it, made you green with disgust.

"Babe," he said, readjusting his shirt with a pathetic attempt at a casual smile. "I thought you weren't coming." He took his turn at scanning over my appearance too, eyes stopping a beat too long at my chest. "You look hot." Bile rose in your throat with disgust. You had no desire to thank him.

"I managed to get away from work and thought it'd be a nice surprise if I came, Danny." You shook your head, mad that you could feel your eyes water. "Turns out I'm the one who got a surprise."

People started to stop their conversations and look at the two of you, prying eyes making you even more unsettled. Danny took a step closer to you, but you couldn't tell if it was genuine or just an act. You couldn't tell what was real now.

"Look, Babe," he held out hands in front of him, almost as if he was trying to reach for you. You could smell the alcohol on him from where you stood. The last thing in the world that you wanted was for him to be trying to comfort you right now. He reached out and touched your arm, but you pulled back sharply.

"Don't touch me. And don't call me that."

You could tell that took a swing at his ever-swelling ego. His eyes were cold beneath the mask he was wearing like he was angry at you for your reaction, for doing it in front of all these people. Like he didn't understand your anger.

"Don't make this a big deal," he said, with a glance at the crowd like he expected them to agree with him.

It really was like talking to a wall.

"'Make this a big deal?'" You yelled exasperatedly. "Are you serious right now?" You were ashamed of how you knew you looked right then, on the verge of tears and about to break down right in front of all these people. Danny knew you didn't handle crowds like this well, but that didn't seem to stop him.

"You're always giving me bullshit excuses when I ask to hang out. Did you really expect me to wait around for you to stop being boring?"

It felt like his words were darts and you were the dart board. You didn't know if you had it in you to shout back another argument. You just wanted to leave this stupid party.

You shook your head, taking one last look last look at the boy you thought had been your boyfriend before you began stalking off. You didn't get far.

"Don't pretend like you haven't done the same with Harrington before!"

His shouted words had your blood boiling in a way that had you turning right back around, a wave of fiery anger bringing your palm up to hit Danny right on the side of his face with enough force to have his head whip right to the side. Some people in the crowd gasped, some clearly enjoying this like it was their own personal soap opera. It only made the ringing in your ears louder as you involuntarily tried to block everything out.

"Keep his name out of your fucking mouth." You pushed the palm of your hand to his chest, sending him stumbling a few feet backward. "I hope I never have to hear your voice again."

This time, you made sure you put enough distance between you and him so that you wouldn't hear any of his scathing, drunk remarks anymore. Enough distance so that he couldn't see the way your features shook with the effort of holding back a sob. People danced all around you as you hurriedly tried to be anywhere but next to Danny, swaying hips and not a care in the world. Meanwhile, you felt like the air around you was swallowing you whole.

You passed by the front door, the frame of it calling to you to give you the fresh air your lungs needed greatly. But you couldn't leave without Steve and you had no idea where he was. Yet, the idea of going back to partying like he'd wanted you to seemed near impossible now.

You didn't know what had come over you, but when you passed by a table with every inch of its surface covered in red cups filled with brown liquid, they didn't seem as unappealing to you as they had just fifteen minutes ago. You knew you shouldn't, but when you felt the sting of your palm from the slap you'd given Danny just a moment ago, you used that same hand to grab a cup and bring its contents to your lips.

You hated the power some stupid boy had over you. You wanted to drown out every thought of him that was stored in the contents of your mind. The alcohol burned when it reached the back of your mouth, and you had to scrunch your features together just to get it down. But when you found yourself coming back for a second cup, then a third, it wasn't the taste that had you downing each cup with a wince. It was the way every image of Danny's face softened and blurred in your mind into a swirl of shapes the more you drank. You were addicted to the feeling. Or maybe, the fact that it took away any feeling.

You didn't know how much you'd drank, but you did know that you couldn't help the way your body danced to the music blasting in your ears, or the way you lost track of time. You hadn't even registered the people you were next to, dancing right by them and joining the crowd of people you'd vowed you could never learn to be comfortable around, so unfazed by the party scene.

You felt yourself bump right into a firm body, one that sent you swaying backward on your feet a bit. The feeling of hands coming up to grip the sides of your arms in a firm but comforting hold was oh so familiar. You couldn't make out the crisp edges of the face above you that you should've been able to, but it was impossible for you to miss the way their cologne swarmed around you in a comforting cocoon, and how your first instinct was to lean closer to them, to let your limbs that felt too heavy to hold up be held against him.

"Babe," he called. It was the same name that Danny had called you, making your head pound and your heart sting. But coming from this mouth, it replaced that sting with a slightly warmer feeling.

"Stevie?" you called softly, letting a grin lazily come over you as you looked up at this person that you'd know anywhere. You wanted him to smile back at you, but a frown was evident on his face from what you could see, brows pulled together and eyes scanning over you as if he was checking for signs of harm on some fragile object. Your words slurred together. "Whatsamatter?" His frown only deepened.

"Are ... Are you drunk or something?"

You frowned. "What?" You looked at him amusedly but Steve didn't return the sentiment. "Pfft." A giggle came out from your lips as you raised your hands to his face, pushing the corners of his lips upward in a way that warped his mouth into an obscure-looking smile. "C'mon Stevie, smile. We're at a party, not a funeral." You threw your hands up into the air whimsically. "Don't you just love parties?"

Steve shook his head and the crease between his brows only got deeper. "Holy shit, you are drunk. This really isn't what I meant by 'let loose'." He looked at you confusedly. "This isn't like you, what's going on?"

Something inside you began to curl up and threaten to come up to the surface. Something you only wanted to keep pushed down. You dropped your arms. "Why don't you ask Danny?"

Even if you didn't mean to, you spat out his name like the word was venomous. Steve could've read that you were upset even if you hadn't said his name like that. He always could read you better than anyone else.

"What the hell happened with Danny?"

You didn't want to talk about it. For too many reasons. "Like I said, ask him." You breathily laughed, but it didn't feel happy like a laugh should. "Better yet, ask his girlfriend."

Steve looked at you quizzically, frustrated that he couldn't solve this puzzle so easily. But he had a bad feeling creeping up in his gut. "What are you talking about? You're his girlfriend."

"Really?" you said, your tone loopy and wild even if you felt anything but, deep inside. The alcohol helped hide that. "I could've sworn it was that bimbo on the couch with him just a few minutes ago." You scratched your head, still tipsy, if you could even call it that. "Or maybe it was a few hours ago. Hey, what time is it?"

Steve stopped in his tracks, ignoring your question as he visibly tensed.

"Crap," he ran a hand through his hair stressfully. "Are you saying that dick cheated on you?"

You shrugged. You didn't feel like saying the words. Something in Steve's eyes changed. A muscle in his jaw ticked and he shook his head, muttering to himself.

"I'm gonna kill him."

You knew Steve wasn't a violent person, but he's never been the type to back down from a fight he thought was rightful. You could run through the times he's come home with a black eye before, whether from dumb fights in school or run-ins with evil Russians. Either way, you didn't want to find out if he was serious or not.

You took his clenched fist into your hands. "Hey," you said softly. But suddenly it was hard for you to balance by yourself, and you fell into Steve's chest. It was like your limbs were liquid. "I-I don't feel so good."

Steve's demeanor changed instantly, and he quickly put aside thoughts of your asshole ex-boyfriend as he held you softly, like you could break in his hands any second. He let out a breath above from where your head was pressed against his chest that sounded like a laugh. "Yea, maybe it's cause you had like how many cups of beer?"

You thought for a second, but you couldn't even think of an answer. "I don't remember."

Steve sighed like a mother and moved you so that you were pressed into his side with an arm thrown over his shoulder. Then he started to walk with slow steps that used too much of your effort for it to be normal.

"C'mon, there you go," he said, encouraging you. The close proximity of his face to yours made you even dizzier. You felt your eyes flicker to his lips, but you had enough sanity still in you to draw them away to the rest of his face, taking in his soft features. He was so pretty. Steve coughed suddenly.

"I'm ... pretty?" he asked, the tips of his ears tinting pink in an adorable way as he kept walking with you in his arms. Crap.

"Did I say that out loud?" you laughed, slightly stumbling over your own feet. Steve caught you in no time, of course, arms wrapping around you tighter. That did nothing to make your face turn less red. You thanked God it was dark.

"You must be drunk out of your mind." Steve looked like he was thinking about something and then shook his head, chasing a thought away. You wanted to ask what was going on in his head at the moment, but you'd run out of passes for how many times you could make a fool of yourself tonight, so you decided to keep quiet as Steve dragged you to a staircase at the end of the hall.

With slow, agonizingly slow, steps, you made it up the stairs to a bathroom more secluded from the rest of the party. Steve turned on the lights and shut the door behind you, the bright lights an attack on your senses that had you pressing your head into Steve's chest with a groan. He softly laughed from above you with a few pats on your back.

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

His hand stopped in its tracks and he pulled you away from him, hands on your shoulders. "And that, my friend, is why we're in the bathroom." He gestured towards the toilet. "Behold."

You groaned again, head leaning back into his shoulder. "Gross." You liked to believe that you had enough dignity left in you to not be vomiting in the toilet at a high school party. Then, you practically threw yourself towards the toilet like your life depended on it, retching as the last hour came pouring out of you. Forget dignity.

Steve moved to hold your hair up as you threw up into the toilet, hands soft and gentle. You didn't need to turn around to know he was probably wincing and holding back laughter.

It felt like your insides were burning as your stomach emptied itself. For a second, you thought it had finished, both hands braced on the sides of the porcelain seat as you breathed heavily.

"You done?" Steve asked softly from behind you. "See, that wasn't all that-"

His comforting words were cut off as you retched back into the toilet bowl. Your throat ached and your eyes watered. You were miserable. The whole time, Steve rubbed comforting circles into your back. And when your body finally felt like it had rid itself of all the alcohol you'd drank, you slumped back against the wall tiredly, not even able to hold your own head up.

Steve flushed the toilet for you and sat down against the sink, across from where you sat. Your feet touched with the lack of room, both leaning back. You wanted to burry yourself in the sheets of your bed and never come out. You sighed.

"That was definitely a low point in my life." Steve waved a hand dismissively like he hadn't just gotten a glimpse at the contents of your stomach.

"Throwing up in the toilet is a partying right of passage," he comforted. He breathed out a sound like a laugh. "Same with the awful hangover you'll get in the morning."

You groaned, head falling into your hands. "I am an idiot."

You closed your eyes as you buried yourself further into your hands, taking shelter in the dark. Even if you were technically still drunk, sobriety hit you like a truck, everything having to do with Danny coming back to you in a crashing wave of memories. The image of him underneath that girl. His words, how he'd called you boring. How he'd shown no sign of regret for what he's done.

Tears pricked your eyes, sneaking up on you when you hadn't wanted them there in the first place. All night, you'd held back tears, but never actually cried, cried like you're supposed to after a breakup. After being cheated on. But now, in the shelter of the bathroom without so many prying eyes, it was like your body decided for you that now was the time.

Were you really crying because of Danny? You'd never really felt attached to him in the way a girlfriend should and, obviously, he hadn't been too attached to you either. Somehow, that didn't soothe the ache in your chest any less. It didn't stop your eyes from watering, silent tears slipping down silently. Didn't stop a sob from then making its way from deep in your chest to the edge of your lips, echoing loudly in the bathroom, loud enough that Steve could most definitely hear. He moved to sit closer to you.

"Woah, hey," came his soft voice. A hand gingerly rested on your forearm, comforting you. "What's the matter?"

You peaked up at him from behind your hands, still crying. He took one look at your teary eyes and what had happened only just over an hour ago must have hit him. His eyes look apologetic but never judging.

"Sorry, dumb question."

You wanted to laugh at him, but you didn't know if that would trigger another wave of vomiting. Instead, you just let more tears fall.

The only sounds in the bathroom were your sobs and sniffling from your runny nose, the soft shuffle of Steve rubbing your arm comfortingly, and the dim music coming from downstairs. You could faintly hear Pat Benatar's Heartbreaker playing loudly. How ironic.

"You're not an idiot."

Steve's voice echoed through the bathroom, disrupting the melancholy silence. You finally brought your head out from in your arms and leaned back against the wall again, but tears still fell onto your cheeks.

"Well, I sure feel like one..." your bottom lip shook as you spoke. "How could I not have seen it?" Your head moved from side to side, ashamed. "With all the parties he goes to without me, who knows how many more times he's done this? How many more girls he's been with?"

"Don't think like that," Steve said, trying to cut in. You were too carried away wallowing in your own thoughts to listen.

"He's always been a crappy boyfriend to me. Always. I just didn't want to admit it because ... because of too many reasons. It's my fault for not ending it sooner, for letting him treat me like shit for so long just because I didn't have the tits to tell him he was a jerk to his face. It's my fault for-"

"Stop it." Steve couldn't stand to listen to you blame yourself any longer. He couldn't listen to you tear yourself up over a boy who had treated you so badly. He figured Danny was downstairs right now partying the night away without a care for who he'd hurt. He wanted to hurt him back, badly. But there was no way he would let you out of sight for a moment, not when you were shaken up over this boy who'd driven you to drown yourself in alcohol just to forget about how much he'd hurt you.

His voice took a tone stern enough to cut into your ranting and have you listening to what he had to say. "He may have been a jerk, but you're not an idiot. And it's not your fault. None of this is. It's not, okay?"

His eyes pierced yours, a deep earthy brown that made your stomach churn from the intensity they were taking up and had you feeling guilty for speaking so badly of yourself. Steve could do that. You nodded slowly.

"Now," he said, holding out his pinky finger. "When we leave this bathroom and go home for the night, I need you to promise me you're not gonna keep on blaming yourself for this happening. Because it's not your fault, understand?"

Your lips trembled, but your heart swelled with how much you loved the boy in front of you. You took his pinky in yours, squeezing lightly.

"I promise."

He nodded, satisfied. "Okay good. Now, I want you to tell me that I'm the best friend a girl could ever have, got it?"

With the serious look that Steve still had in his eyes as you look at him, you couldn't help but smile.

"Yes. You, Steve Harrington, are the best friend a girl could ever have." Thinking about the words, you realized how true they are. "You really are ... thank you for doing all this, for not running away when I almost threw up on you." You snorted. "I don't know what I'd do without you." He flapped his hand out.

"Alright, alright. Enough thanking, I'm the best, I know."

You laughed at his antics, and there it was. That smile he'd taken overtime at work just to see. The smile that hit him like a truck every time, the one that made his knees weak and his head dizzy. The smile he'd pay anything in the world to have a lifetime's supply of. He smiled back.

"And, for the record," Steve said, voice dreamy with thoughts of you. "I don't know what I'd do without you either."

A comfortable silence overtook you and Steve for a moment. You were already feeling a thousand times better, but it took effort to keep the smile on your face. Steve could see how your eyes still held a sadness in them that he knew wouldn't leave you for at least a little while, and all he wanted to do was reach out, wipe the tears off of your cheeks and tell you how amazing you were. Considering you for a second, something in Steve's stare softened. He cleared his throat.

"Hey, um, you know how I told you that you looked great when I picked you up earlier?"

You blinked, leaving your thoughts behind and having no idea where your best friend could possibly be going with this. Either way, you nodded slowly, hesitantly. Steve chewed on his lip, a habit you knew he'd had since you were little.

"Yea, well, I didn't mean really mean to say that." Your jaw slacked.

"Steve what-"

"Wait, crap, that wasn't what I meant." He ran a hand through his hair, which had an extra amount of product in it for the occasion. He really wanted to get this right.

"What I really meant was that," he ran his tongue over his bottom lip like he was nervous, "that you look more than great. Stunning. That you look like the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I just ... I didn't know how to put it into words right then and there. I still don't." His eyes raked over you, and you couldn't believe how much love they held as they raked over your runny-mascara-wearing, still slightly nauseous, hardly sober state. "Even now. You'll always look stunning to me."

You felt your heartbeat speed up from inside your chest. Had he always looked at you like that? Like he was so deeply entranced by you? Like you held all the answers to the world's secrets inside of you?

You didn't know exactly what to say, where this was coming from. You looked at him deeply, trying to figure out just that. Instead, you let your eyes wander to each inch of his face, one that you've known for years and should've been fully acquainted with. But, you couldn't help but think, had Steve's eyes always shimmered so brightly? Did his hair always look so soft? His lips so pink? God, how could someone look so angelic in bathroom lighting?

"I don't know how you can say that with how I must look right now," you commented with a soft smile, suddenly insecure. You went to brush a piece of your hair back, but Steve caught your hand tenderly in his own.

"You look beautiful." A blush spread through your face and Steve's heart fluttered at the sight. "You're beautiful." He didn't know where this sudden surge of confidence was coming from, but he didn't want to let the moment pass.

You couldn't figure it out either, what had made him suddenly want to tell you all this. Deep inside you, you hoped that the reason was the same one that had you blushing under his gaze. The same reason you'd always felt a connection to him, one stronger than any other best friends you'd known. There was a reason your parents, as strict as they were, always kept Steve around. Did they see something more?

A feeling of hopefulness swelled deep in your chest. Hopfuless and curiosity.

"Steve," you asked quietly. He hummed in response. You were still close, Steve still holding your hand in his. You could count his lashes and the beauty marks on his face. You took a breath in.

"Is there any reason why you're telling me all this?"

Steve's features were unmoving, everything but his eyes that seemed to dilate and swirl like pools of chocolate and honey. He slightly shook his head as his lips tried to form an answer.

"Because I think you need to hear it."

His answer was sweet, so genuine that you ached because you knew Steve was too good for you, too good for this world. But your heart still ached for another answer, one that you were too scared to voice yourself. But, when else would the opportunity come?

"Are you sure there's no other reason?"

Steve looked at you, eyes trying to read yours with a sense of desperation strong enough to have the corners of his eyes creasing. Did he understand what you were asking? He gave your wrist a squeeze, like he was looking for the courage to answer from the very point where your bodies met.

"No," he said. "I'm not sure." He interlaced the fingers of both your hands. "I just," he tucked his bottom lip beneath his top nervously. "I don't know if you'd want to hear the other reason."

Your heartbeat was fast enough that you were sure he could hear it. Could feel it, pulsing from your chest to the hands that he held. You were both pouring your hearts out with hidden messages and disguised confessions. You hoped with all of your heart that Steve meant what you thought he did.

"I think," you squeezed his hand, "I think I do want to hear the other reason. I think I really, really do."

Steve leaned forward so that your foreheads met. It reminded you of nights spent together as kids, pinky promises, and shared secrets. This secret would be the biggest of them all.

"I'm just scared that the reason might scare you off. That ... that it might not be what you want to hear. That it isn't what you think it is."

As you stared into his eyes with your own, you realized you hadn't been more sure of anything else in your life. Even if it was cliche, even if you both probably should've stopped doing this years ago, you held up your pinky finger. "Trust me, it's what I want to hear."

Steve noticed your finger, meekly held out in the air waiting for a response. Even if the tradition was old, too old, he raised his pinky and interlocked it with yours. He grinned.

"Okay good, 'cause I don't know how much longer I could've hidden it." He looked down at your interlocked fingers, and then back at you. "You're not just my best friend. You haven't been, for too long for me to admit." He gripped your hand in his, interlocked hands and pinky fingers squeezing. "You're the girl I fell in love with."

Your heart swelled. "And you, Steve Harrington," you breathed, "are the boy that I fell in love with. Hard. And I've truly been an idiot for trying to keep that a secret."

Steve smiled, an adorable gleam in his eye.

"What'd I tell you about calling yourself an idiot?" You grinned back.

"Well, that's one pinky promise I might have to break."

You both laughed with love-filled smiles, and when your heads came closer together, an explosion of emotions melted into every inch of your body. Somehow, the distance never closed. You were about to frown, but Steve rested his head on yours again.

"I want this, so bad that it hurts. Trust me." He fondly smiled down at you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face to behind your ear. "You don't know how long I've thought about this moment. How many times I've imagined it. Which is why, I'd prefer if we were both completely sober when I kiss my best friend for the first time. I want us both to remember every detail." He laughed softly under his breath. "And maybe not nauseous. That'd help."

You wanted to be upset, but then you broke out into a fit of laughter, eyes squinting enough so hard that you couldn't even see Steve's relieved and laughing face. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you in his arms as you both laughed warmly to each other on the floor of a stranger's bathroom.

You were sure you smelled of alcohol and nausea, but it didn't matter. Nothing seemed to, anymore. You knew, just knew, that this is where you want to be. Right here, in the arms of Steve, the boy you fell for, hard. You could promise it.

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One sided love or is the other side just blinded?… Part 2

——— Part 1 ——— Part 2 ——— Part 3 ———

Pairing: Best Friend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson is the readers best friend, but Eddie is finding himself catching feelings for his girl best friend, and can’t help himself but feel jealous when he sees his crush falling for Steve “the hair” Harrington

Warnings: Cursing, Slight angst, Mentions of drug dealing, Heart break

Robin practically threw herself out of Steve’s car and began to ramble out a thank you before rushing into the school doors, making you sorta confused, you always see Robin anxious but this time, what could she be anxious about?

But right when you realize that she was holding her trumpet case you left your loving glance to the fancy car and began to panic.

“WE HAVE EARLY BAND TODAY, I CAN’T BE LATE, MR. MORGAN WILL KICK ME OUT IF I’M LATE” You yelled in a panic, making Eddie chuckle a little before waving your instrument case in front of you, out of your reach.

“Don’t worry princess, your butler made sure he returned your golden sing song spit filled thing back to you after you forgot it at his house” Eddie teased making you glare and get on your tippy toes and snatch it from his grasp and run to the school.

Eddie sighed as he watched you disappear into the school, putting a hand on his head. His eyes went back up as the fancy car of Harringtons left the schools property.

Were you just into rich guys or something? Eddie began to pull at his hair a bit and kick the tire of his van. “Stupid ass van.”

You never really told your best friend Eddie exactly about your little crush on Harrington, but in Eddie’s eyes

It was obvious

Ever sense you started to work at Family Video after school, every time you would see Steve anywhere you would stop and just stare at him, Eddie couldn’t even imagine how u acted around him at work.

It hurt Eddie’s heart every time he saw your eyes go on Steve, he just wished you would look at him like that.

Eddie began to hear the group begin to walk up, making him stable himself, trying to look casual.

“woahhh, when did u get a cool ass new van” Gareth said as he stared at the van, making Ed smile a little.

“Well, my last baby gave out on me, my uncle helped me pay for this beauty” Eddie leaned onto the van.

“You have to let us take a look inside” Dustin protested, going to go open one of the back doors, having Eddie look down at his watch than back up.

“Sorry Henderson, it’s already 7:15, I’ll let y’all have a small tour after Hellfire? That sound good?” The whole group nodded fast, them all rushing into the school.

The day went by painfully slow, well for Eddie at least. You and Eddie had begged and promised the principal that if y’all shared all the same class periods y’all would finally put effort into graduating, and he actually agreed.

And after your early band class, y’all were together all day, and Eddie watched you day dream about Harrington almost every class, and how he knew your thoughts were of Mr. Good Hair is because every time he regained your attention your face would flush.

He knew it wasn’t out of embarrassment, he knew you way too well, he was the only one who could read the lines of your actions like a book.

You were now at your locker, grabbing your backpack and your uniform for work that u kept handing up in there. Your fingers than touched the soft plush you had in your locker making your heart begin to flutter as you took out the little chocolate brown teddy bear you got for Steve, today was gonna be the day you finally asked him out. Than suddenly.

THUD

You squeaked, looking over to see Eddie leaning onto the locker next to yours, a sinister smirk plastered to his face.

“Did I scare ya princess?” You punched his arm softly making him laugh.

“Stop doing that asshole!” You glared at him. He chuckled a bit until he looked down at the little bear you held in your hands, smile fading a bit as he read the “to Steve” tag.

“Uh you can change in my van, I know u hate changing in those gross bathrooms.” Eddie said, changing his tone a bit. You scoffed a bit.

“If you promise not to look” you said with a smirk making him laugh nervously, hiding the blush in his face as his smile came back.

“Now I know I’m the freak of Hawkins but not like that” he exclaimed with his hands slightly in the air making you laugh. Once you stopped he smiled and motioned with his head to leave.

“Don’t want you to be late” You smiled and began to walk to the van.

Eddie always drove you to work and to school. Yes you had a car but why use it when you have your best friend to drive you.

Once you got right outside the van you looked over at the Hellfire club that was sitting outside.

“Wait don’t you have Hellfire today?” You asked, looking over at Eddie.

“Yeah, but Family Video ain’t that far from here, so I told them to wait, don’t worry you ain’t ruining anything.” He explained as he opened the back door for you.

“You can cover the window with the blanket, just honk when you’re done” he pointed over at the black and white flannel blanket laying on the floor. You nodded and covered the back window with the blanket, and began to strip out of your school clothes, laying your panties behind the drivers seat and change into your work uniform.

Afterwards you climbed over the seat and honked the car. You saw a couple people look over at the van and scoff, mostly the basketball kids. Eddie quickly opened the drivers door and hopped in.

“alright, buckle yourself in princess, this may not be a easy ride” Eddie smirked while putting in his song disk and turning the volume up almost to the point your ear drums wanted to commit suicide.

Family video was bout 5-8 minutes away from Hawkins high, so your eardrums weren’t busted yet as Eddie pulled into a disabled parking spot and turned down the music.

“You know going in a disabled parking spot is illegal without actually being disabled right?” You looked over at Eddie with a questioning smile, Eddie began to chuckle.

“Well if u don’t remember I already sell illegal shit, and plus I’m gonna only be here for a second so the princesses legs don’t hurt from walking at a far spot.” Eddie smirked, earning a eye roll and a giggle from you.

“Yeah yeah, don’t worry about picking me up today, Steve said he would take me home after work.” Eddie’s heart dropped and slowly gave you a silent nod. You smiled then closed the door and ran inside the store.

Eddie sighed as he looked up at the review mirror and then noticed something pink beside his seat. Eddie raised an eyebrow and looked in the back, slowly putting his hand on the odd object. His eyes began to grow wide as he slowly pulled up the fabric of your pink panties you wore earlier.

You stumbled into the store, placing the little teddy bear in your pack, Robin and Steve looking up from the counter.

“How are you always arriving somewhere last minute” Robin asked sarcastically, leaning over the counter with her head in her hand.

“Don’t blame me that Eddie always runs into red lights” you laughed as you walked over.

“You still are hanging out with the freak?” Steve asked. Your eyes furrowed a bit.

“Eddie really ain’t a freak, it’s just the popular kids don’t like him and trying to get everyone else to not like him” Steve shrugged.

“he’s still a weirdo tho” he mumbled. You slowly looked away from him, you hated the way everyone saw Eddie, no one now days gives people a chance to show they aren’t that bad to be around, it always depends on what you like and how you look. If you liked basketball and had a jock body, everyone loved you. If you liked metal, games, band, science or anything like that you were seen as a freak or nerd.

After a few hours you were putting up some returned tapes in their designated areas when you began to overhear Steve and Robin.

“Steve, you know she’s with Johnathan, you can’t keep trying to get with her” Robin said as she looked at Steve who was leaning on the counter.

“You don’t understand, she stares at me with those precious eyes, and plus she barely ever sees Johnathan, he’s all the way up in California” he groaned as he put his hands in his hair.

“Steve-“

“No Robin. You don’t understand, you have barley been in a relationship, I love Nancy.” He cut Robin off making her sigh.

Your heart went into your stomach, looking at your pack on the counter with the bear in it but slowly went back to work, even with your heart almost shattered.

Eventually the Family Video’s store hours finally came to a closing, Robin flipping the sign on the door to closed and turning off the LED signs.

“God you never realize how boring listening to someone try to explain a movie plot for you to find until you look at clock and not even a second has passed by” Robin said dramatically.

“Yeah, but it sucks more when your the first person they go to” you mumbled making her smirk.

“Hah, loser”

Steve than walked out from the back, his car keys in hand, letting them dangle off his fingers.

“You ready y/n?” Steve said looking at you. You tightened your grip onto your backpack strap and nodded.

“Yep” y’all both walked to his fancy car, getting in and Steve starting it up. You placed your backpack into the floor and began to look around the inside of the car, who knew you would be so lucky to be in Steve Harringtons car.

“It’s a nice car isn’t it” Steve said making you leave your trance and blush a bit.

“Yeah, you have a cool car” you admitted, looking away to try to hide your face, Steve smiled and began to drive.

Your heart began to race as your eyes went to your pack, slowly unzipping it and staring at the teddy bear that stared back up at you with its button eyes. Steve glanced over.

“What you got in there?” Steve asked as he put his eyes back on the road. You gulped as your hands wrapped around the little bear and took it out of it’s hiding spot.

“Well…. This, I wanted to give it to you” you shakily handed it to him. He looked down at the stuffed bear for a second than you.

“What’s this for?” He questioned, looking slightly confused. You took a deep breath before letting it all out.

“Steve, I really really like, like really like you, ever since I started working with you I just noticed how funny and handsome you are, and you aren’t the Jack ass everyone said you were, I just love who you are and I would really really like to be with you” you stammered out.

Steve’s eyes went on the road, before slowly stopping at a stop light.

“Um Y/n, how do I say this, I uh don’t like you in that way, I’m sorry, but my eyes are on Nancy” he said, not looking at you.

Now that broke your heart completely, leaving you there silent for a moment.

“Oh.. that’s fine” you muttered, looking down at your lap.

The rest of the ride was just completely silent, Steve pulling into your driveway after what felt like centuries. You grabbed your backpack and opened the car door and went to leave.

“Here, um take this back” Steve handed you back the bear. You silently looked at the plushie.

“Give it to someone else, someone who likes you like you like them.” Steve’s added. You gave him a silent nod and shut the car door, quickly going inside your house, watching from the window as his car pulled out your driveway and back onto the road.

Than in a instant, all the tears began to pour, making you put your hands over your mouth as you went to your room and slid down against your door , holding your head as you sobbed.

Your reaction wasn’t Steve’s fault, if he didn’t like you that was ok, right?

Of course it was ok because it’s his life, just because you like him doesn’t mean he has to be with you, but it still hit you hard like a brick.

Your rubbed your shoulders, what were you supposed to do, no one was here to tell you that there’s always other fish in the sea, you lived alone unlike Eddie.

Your head immediately went up, looking at your car keys that sat on your dresser.

Eddie always knew how to comfort you.

You quickly grabbed the pair of keys off the wood and rushed out to your car with your mascara running down your cheeks.

A/N: Yess I finally finished part 2!!!! I promise that part 3, the final part to this little series will be out soon! If you want to be tagged please comment that you would like to be tagged!! I’m thankful for all the support y’all have given me! Have a nice morning/afternoon/night!

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justsomerandomfanfic · 3 months

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Your Dashingly Handsome Tour Guide - Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Title: Your Dashingly Handsome Tour Guide

Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Nancy, Reader's parents (Mentioned), Steve's parents (Mentioned), Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, El (Mentioned), and Will (Mentioned)

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WC: 3,300

Warnings: Part 2 of Falling, Falling All Over Again, mentions of Steve's and Nancy's past relationship, a lot of italics, banter, teasing, flirting, cursing, mentions of the Upside Down, mentions of drugs, mentions of Steve's amazing hair a lot, Mama Steve, mini angst, and fluff

The early afternoon sun was bright, blinding, and high in the sky as Steve drove to the Wheeler's house, his fingers anxiously tapping along to the random song that was playing on the radio. The night before, Steve had been overwhelmed with the excitement of seeing you again and the chance of getting to spend more time with you, but then Steve remembered that you were staying with the Wheelers, and his mood immediately darkened slightly.

Pulling up to the house, he parked, before letting out a deep breath. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he shut his eyes briefly, trying to calm himself. Everything was fine. He was going to be fine. Yes, it was going to be awkward if she was there, but he could get through it. Just get you, and go. Simple. Easy.

But this day was going to be anything but easy for Steve.

Stepping out of the car and heading down the steps to the front door, Steve felt his heart pound heavily behind the entrapments of his ribcage as he raised his fist to then carefully knock on the door. Stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, Steve stared down at his shoes - hoping and praying that you, Mrs. Wheeler, or anyone but Nancy would answer the door. But the world could be and would be cruel, because a split second later, the door swung open, revealing Nancy Wheeler standing on the other side.

Recognizing her shoes, Steve reluctantly looked up as he took in a breath. Nancy blinked, clearly confused and surprised by his sudden appearance at the door, but she quickly composed herself. "Steve... What are you doing here?" She asked, her tone polite, but some uneasiness was hidden underneath.

"Hello, Nancy," Steve spoke, just as polite, clearing his throat, "Uh, I'm here to pick up Y/N."

At this, she tilted her head, "Y/N? You know her?"

"Yeah," Steve answered, "We go way back."

Nancy pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes ever so slightly as she nodded. "Okay, I'll... I'll just go get her then." She spoke, opening the door further for him to enter, "Uh, just wait right here."

Nodding, Steve stood in the entranceway, deciding to stare back down at his shoes as he shifted his weight slightly against the carpet. He didn't have to wait long though, at the sound of your voice, his head snapped up, and everything about his awkward interaction with Nancy immediately flew out of his head. Upon seeing you walk down the stairs, Nancy in tow, a grin stretched across Steve's face despite how nervous and anxious he was feeling. Was it just him, or was there a soft bean of light light shining down upon you?

Your heart raced wildly as you watched Steve step toward you, taking in his appearance as you tried hard to conceal the huge smile that threatened to overtake your face, trying desperately to remain calm, but it was practically impossible. "Hello, Steven."

"Hey, honey," He greeted back to you, almost breathlessly as his arms only opened slightly only for you to practically leap into them.

Steve let out a breath, a small grunt leaving him from your sudden impact as his arms quickly wrapped around you. Digging his face into your neck, he let himself become engulfed by the entrancing smell of your shampoo. You nuzzled your cheek into his shoulder, arms tight around his waist; strands of his hair tickling your face. This hug was similar to yesterday's, the hug feeling just as tight and comforting. But you and Steve couldn't help but feel like this hug was different. This hug made it feel like you had never left Hawkins all those years ago.

Nancy watched, feeling what she could only think was envy. Yes, she had many regrets about her prior relationship with Steve, but even she could admit that she had never seen Steve look as happy as he did when he was with you. It was obvious how much Steve admired you; from the way he had looked at you and spoke to you. When she was dating Steve, she thought Steve looked at her like that. But now that she sees the two of you together - the way you fit so perfectly in his arms and the way his eyes lit up at your presence - Nancy couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Pulling out of his arms slightly, you had given Nancy a smile and wave, but before she could even wave back, you and Steve were gone.

~~~

Walking side by side, you clasped your hands behind you, looking up at Steve with a smile; admiring him as he glanced down at you. "So..." You began, watching his grin brighten ever so slightly, "What is my dashingly handsome tour guide going to show me first?" You asked as you both stopped at his car.

"Well," Steve began, opening the passenger side door, "As your dashingly handsome tour guide, I was thinking of the Starcourt Mall." He answered, bowing slightly. "My lady, your chariot." He said jokingly, in a terrible attempt at a french accent, gesturing his hand towards the vehicle. Smiling widely, you curtsied before climbing into the passenger seat and buckled yourself in as Steve shut the door. Hands clasped now in your lap, you watched as Steve started up the car and pulled out of the Wheeler's driveway. Once on the road, Steve glanced over at you as he turned down the music coming from the radio, "So, what's new?" He asked, inwardly cringing at how silly he sounded as you looked over at him with a small smile.

"Well, I don't want to bore you with everything." You laughed lightly only for Steve to take a hand off the wheel to wave it dismissively.

"Nothing you can say can bore me, sweetheart." He assured you.

"Oh, really?" You hummed teasingly, raising an eyebrow, "Even if I talk about really boring stuff? Like math? Or car insurance?"

"Really." He insisted with a chuckle. "I promise." He added as he glanced over at you. “I could listen to anything you have to say.”

“Flatterer.” Rolling your eyes playfully, you gave him a cheeky grin as you shifted in your seat. "Only because you practically insisted." You began, "It's only fair to start off after the move. Uh, well, I transferred to a high school in California. Made a few friends, not a lot. Got some good grades." You began to list off, your eyes darting back and forth from trees, houses and businesses as you recalled the events of the past couple of years. "Then, uh, I got a summer job, waitressing and helping my mother at the convenience store. Got my first car. Nothing really spectacular has happened in my life now that I've come to think about it. I mean, yeah, there have been a few milestones and events, I went to Disneyland twice, but nothing too... y'know?" You tried, shrugging a shoulder as you glanced awkwardly at him before clearing your throat. "Besides, I bet you've done something amazing while I've been gone." You exclaimed, a slight bit of excitement present in your voice.

Steve shrugged his shoulders with a small sigh, "Sorry to disappoint you, honey, but this shitty town isn't really the sort of place where people do amazing things. I've done basically all the same things as you, minus Disney. I graduated, got a car, made friends, and got the job at Scoops..." He replied, not wanting to tell you about the Upside Down - sadly the only crazy event that had happened in his life the past year or so. He didn't want to accidentally bring you into the chaos that seemed to plague Hawkins.

"Hmm," You hummed simply, nonchalantly as you turned to look out the front windshield, "So... No parties, girlfriends, or anything? I was sure that you would go out, party, and cause some havoc; give your parents a heart attack.”

"Oh, I did all of that," Steve answered, his chest puffing slightly as he continued, "I'll have you know, I was ‘King Steve’ back in high school. I was very popular. I went to parties, hosted parties, broke rules, everything. I even did drugs."

Turning, you leaned your elbow on the center console, resting your cheek in the palm of your hand as you gazed up at Steve, "Oh, wow, drugs. I’m shocked.” You spoke sarcastically, “Everyone has done that Mary Jane, Steven.”

“Huh?” Steve glanced over at you, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he frowned, confused.

“Marijuana, Steven. But, what? You still party? Or did you get bored or something?”

Steve hummed softly, his eyes softening slightly as he smiled sadly. "No. Not anymore. I guess I had to grow up. I... I was a real big jerk in high school. I don't know what happened to me... If it was my shitty absent parents or losing you... But... You wouldn't have liked the person I was then. I regret a lot of things I did back then..."

Narrowing your eyes slightly, you pressed your lips into a thin line as you stared intently at Steve. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head slowly. "I wouldn't be too sure of that, Steve." You whispered. Your mind drifted back to your time in high school. "I wasn't the best of people back in school either. But, it was inevitable. I mean, I was forced to leave my hometown, you, and everything I knew at a young age. I was a teenager, and I lashed out and did things that I regret." You spoke grimly but not before offering a small, sad smile, "But that's just growing up. We all go through certain events in our lives that force us to change. Sometimes, they're good and sometimes, they suck." Your lips pursed slightly as you gazed up at Steve.

At a red light, Steve turned to look at you, "Wise words there, Y/N," He commented, his lips tugging into a smile as he glanced back at the road, "You always were super smart," As the light changed, he turned forward once more, glancing back at you with a small chuckle as he noticed the flush creeping onto your cheeks.

Huffing, you roll your eyes, unable to stop the smile that grows on your face as you hear him laugh. "Of course." You agreed before turning in your seat, as he parked the car in the mall parking lot and let out a small sigh as he leaned back against the seat.

"You ready?" Steve then asked, turning his head to look at you, a grin forming on both of your faces.

"Born ready."

~~~

“And on your left here is the Orange Julius... And, uh, the Burger King." Steve spoke, gesturing to each place as you passed them before he turned and pointed to the Scoops Ahoy. "And you already know where I work."

You could stop the wide grin from overtaking your face, "Oh, yeah, I know." You teased, narrowing your eyes playfully, "I was actually hoping you would be wearing that sailor outfit when you picked me up today. I’m missing all that blue, and the little hat.”

A faint blush appeared on Steve's cheeks, his face turning almost entirely pink in a matter of seconds as he averted his gaze from yours, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck, "Oh, I bet you would've loved that."

Looping your arm around his, you looked up at him with a smirk, "Oh, I know that I would have." You answered cheekily, stepping up onto your tip-toes briefly to press a quick kiss to his burning cheek, "But this just gives me another excuse to visit you while you're working." Steve felt his heart skip a beat, his breath stuttering out as he exhaled through his mouth; his mind completely blank except for repeating the simple peck over and over again. Seeing as he was frozen, you couldn't help but chuckle, looking up at Steve with a small, dreamy sigh, "Did I really break you this time?" You asked him, unlooping your arm from his to flick his forehead.

Blinking, Steve looked down at you admiringly as his hand came up to gently take your hand in his, "Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You asked hopefully, unable to break your gaze from his as he intertwined your fingers with his.

Smiling warmly as his thumb rubbed circles across the back of your hand, Steve cleared his throat softly. The world around the both of you seemed to disappear, leaving you in a blissful trance as he spoke once more, "Can I ask you something?" He asked nervously, biting his lip slightly as he gazed down at you; all that mattered to Steve was you right then.

"Anything." You responded breathily, squeezing his hand lightly, "What is it?"

Steve opened his mouth, ready to speak, but at the sound of someone yelling out his name, his shoulders immediately deflated and a deep exhale quickly left him as he head fell to rest on your shoulder. Shutting his eyes, he didn't even have to look up to know who was walking over as you looked over to see two girls and four boys rushing over.

"Steve! Are you shitting me?!" Dustin exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air as he stopped before you and Steve. "You blew us off for a date?"

Steve didn’t raise his head from you, blindly pointing a finger in the general direction of the young boy, "Hey, no language in front of the lady. But yes. I did."

Snapping your gaze away from the kids, you raised an eyebrow, smirking, "This is a date?" You asked, brushing your fingers through the soft hairs at the back of his neck; a shiver running through him from your touch. All the while, most, if not all, of the kids’ eyes were glued to your hand, in Steve’s hair. No one could touch Steve’s hair. But he let you?

Steve quickly snapped up, your hand sliding from his hair and on to his chest as he looked like a fish out of the water; his mouth opening and closing as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to say something before one of the other kids spoke up. "Why? You said you'd take us to the arcade this morning." Mike spoke, and Steve floundered. “And instead, you take the girl who’s staying at my house!”

"Change of plans. I wasn't expecting-"

"Ugh, boys." The redhead exclaimed, glaring at the small group of boys before looking up at you and giving you a smile. "Hi, I'm Max." She offered you her hand, which you took.

"It's nice to meet you, Max. My name is Y/N." You shook her hand, "I love your hair."

"Thank you!" She exclaimed, her eyes and smile widening from the compliment. “This is El.” She then introduced you to the girl next to her.

Before Steve could even do anything, you were surrounded by six tweens with questions. Like how you could touch Steve’s hair, where you were from, and how you knew Steve, etcetera. Steve could only watch, arms crossed as his bottom lip jutted out in a pout; watching as you smiled and spoke to El, Max, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will, answering all of their questions.

Steve was pretty disappointed, his chance to ask you out on a movie date being snatched away from him by the kids he babysits. But, seeing your smile, and hearing your laughter, Steve's tense posture relaxed as he found himself smiling despite how hard he tried to keep a neutral expression on his face. It was nice... Seeing you get along so easily with his tween friends. Was it even possible? To fall even further in love with someone? He knew that he loved you. Ever since he was a kid. That was never a doubt in his mind. He just wanted to make sure... That whatever feeling he was feeling, that you felt the same way.

Looking up, your eyes met Steve's, and you gave him a gentle smile, and for a second, for a moment, Steve's world seemed to stop. His breathing momentarily paused, his palms began to sweat, his stomach dropped and warmed with a soft swarm of a thousand twitterpated butterflies. And for that reason, he couldn't stop looking at you. Looking at your features. The curve of your lips, the slope of your nose, the shape of your eyebrows, the shine in your bright eyes. Just staring. Snapping out of it though, Steve took his chance, gaining the strength... He loved those kids, but they were not going to distract both him and you from your apparent date.

"Hey, guys, guys!" Steve called out, gaining the six tween's attention, and for a moment, Steve took in a deep breath before continuing, "If you leave us alone for today, I'll let you all have free ice cream for a week."

"A week?" Lucas asked, deadpanned, only for Steve to sigh.

"Fine," He grimaced, dropping his hand from his hair and crossing his arms, "Free ice cream for a month." He promised, staring down at the kids, who stared right back up at him with large grins on their faces.

"Deal! No take-backsies!" Dustin yelled out before the six of them ran off finally leaving you and Steve alone.

Walking over to Steve, you looked up at him with a smirk, "You're going to regret doing that." You told him smugly, chuckling as you reached up to run your fingers through his messed up hair - trying to fix it a bit, your nails gently raking against his scalp deliciously as Steve sighed, immediately relaxing from your simple touch.

"Mhmm. I already am." He agreed with a soft, tired hum, his hand coming up to take your hand from his hair before pressing your hand against his pink-tinged cheek; shutting his eyes, he nuzzled his cheek into the warmth of your palm. "They are going to be the death of me."

"They will be. You’ll be sprouting little white hairs sooner or later.” You agreed, jokingly, right back, your thumb brushing against his cheek, "Now, what were you going to ask me before your children arrived, Mama Steve?"

"My children? Mama Steve?" Steve asked, opening his chocolate brown eyes and looking down at you as your hand slipped from his cheek, "What did they say?" He asked, worriedly. What did those damn kids tell you?

You bit your lip to hide your growing grin, “The ‘Mama Steve’ thing was my idea. The kids loved it.” You spoke, making Steve pout adorably again.

“I’m sure they did.”

"And, well, I could only pick up on a few sentences here and there - these kids really need to work on taking turns speaking, but they all had good things to say." You finished.

The corner of Steve's lips twitched as he narrowed his eyes slightly, "Bullshit.”

"Well..," You began, taking one of his hands into yours, "How about you take me to a movie? I could treat you to a chocolate milkshake at Burger King and I'll tell you all the juicy gossip they told me about you?" You asked, subconsciously playing with his fingers as you stared up at him with a grin.

His expression softened, his grip on your hand tightening slightly, "A movie? And Dinner?"

"Mhmm," You nodded, gesturing to the theater with your chin, "I saw that they're playing Back To The Future. I haven’t seen it yet."

“You stole my idea… But…” The smile on Steve's face was breathtaking as he chuckled, shaking his head lightly, "That sounds perfect, sweetheart.”

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certifiedwhore4slashers · 2 years

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Sweet Dreams

yandere!001/Peter/vecna x fem!reader, and steve harrington x fem!reader.

summary: you once met Peter in the lab and fell in love, unaware of his obsession with you, now vecna, he’s not stopping until he has you.

warnings: manipulation, gore, yandere themes and behavior, implications of murder, obsession, possessiveness, dark themes, and Manipulation of dreams

Reader is Steve’s age so maybe 19-20. Peter’s older than reader but still in 20’s. Idrk if that makes sense but whatever. he’s aged down so not a huge age gap:)

part 2? I’ll do it if it’s requested. or I feel like doing it. again really depends.

again another long imagine so buckle up>/3

“Honey, promise me you’ll get some sleep tonight, your mother called. “I will, Mom, You tell her.

You usually called your mother before you went to bed. It had been a routine for quite some time and your roommate, Steve, was totally different.

You were very close to him and the party, especially Eleven. Both of you were in the lab together until you escaped not so long before El.

She was like a little sister to you. And you adored her. You helped her escape as promised. And so, you two were closer than ever.

Mike, being her boyfriend, (although personally you preferred him with Will), was jealous of you slightly. You ended the call with a groan. “Overbearing Mom again? Steve teased. “You know it, You reply.”She’s worried, of course. But too worried.”

“Doesn’t she have nightmares of her own? Steve asks, crossing his arms. "This shouldn’t be any different.”

“I guess, you shrug. "They're just intense sometimes.” Steve softly smiles. "they'll go away, y/n. I think it’s ironic. Max has been having intense nightmares too.”

“Pretty strange, You murmur.”Considering the murders and how the bodies were found. Do you think she’s next?”

“What about-“

You slammed the door behind you, wanting to get to Max as soon as possible. Despite being pretty late at night, You knew she’d still be up. In fact, she was sitting outside.

Her Mom probably wasn’t home. “Max, why are you outside? You ask. “Hey Y/n, She responds. "My Mom isn’t home and I can’t go to sleep. Not with those nightmares.”

“I get it. Lack of sleep due to intense nightmares, You agree.”Anyways, If you want, you can stay with me and Steve for the night.”

She smirked jokingly.”You two a thing now?” You laugh.”Nope. Just Roomates. You know Steve is still into Nancy.”

You haven’t used your powers in a while but with telepathy you were curious on what Max was thinking. Vecna could get into her thoughts easily if she was vulnerable.

Right now, She definitely was.

Max shivered, since it was cold. “I’ll stay with you tonight, max smiled.”thanks y/n.” “Of course, You grin.”anytime.”

She hopped into your car as you tried to make it warm before driving off. Her mother probably wouldn’t mind since according to Max, She worked a lot.

And left early in the morning most of the time.

Once you got to your place, Max seemed happier in a more stable place honestly. You saw it in her eyes. She used to be in a stable home, but her brother dying changed that.

"Hey Stevie, we got a guest, You smile. He smile."Hey Max." She says hello, you go to show her the guest room. You were relieved to choose a 3-bedroom place to stay in.

“Is she sleeping now? Steve asks. You nod. “You’d be a good Mom, He compliments. “Thanks, Yoi reply.”Kids sounds ncie. But not six like you want.”

He laughs.”Wouldn’t six kids be fun though?” You shrug.”I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Steve.” “Goodnight, He replies.

The only part about his dream of the six children and camping he didn’t tell you about was that you were there. Steve liked you for a while. He loved Nancy but he felt different with you, very much in love with you.

You closed the door to your bedroom and turned the lights off. You tried not to use your powers often, usually only when you needed to.

Since you were in pajamas already, You just went to sleep quickly. Expecting dreams, You got nightmares.

It had been years since you were in the lab, so why were you back? When you quickly looked at your appearance, you knew you were in a dream.

Or just a traumatic nightmare. “You’re back, a familiar voice said. And you turn to see him. Peter. How on Earth was he back? “I know you’re scared, he adds, coming closer to you, before he faded from view.

The next thing you saw was your old neighborhood. Mike and everyone else lived nearby and you still knew you were dreaming. Also, the world wasn’t the same in your dream.

When you saw Max’s house, you saw Billy’s car, which reminded you of horrible memories. But he was dead-? Wasn’t he?

“Y/n… the voice lingered, deep and inhumane was all you knew. It wasn’t recognizable at all.

“Y/n!”

The voice belonged to Steve, who rushed over to you. But he was bloody and slightly bruised. He just hugged you.

“Steve what happened to you? You ask, worriedly. When his eyes turned white, you knew it couldn’t be good. It couldn’t be him.

“Why can’t you accept my feelings for you, y/n? I love you so much.”

“What-“

You didn’t know about his love for you so it took you by surprise. Stepping back, you got even more scared. “Steve, I didn’t know… you try to explain.

He keeps coming closer to you. “Do you love me y/n? He asks. You didn’t have a response. Then you blurt,”I do love you Steve!”

Your dream ends there but you sit up panting. That dream was no coincidence or anything. Dreams couldn’t be like that, right?

Suddenly Steve burst through the door. “Y/n, I heard screaming what happened? He asked. You sigh. "Nightmare. This time you were in it.”

“Me?”

You nodded.”But it was awkward I guess. Anyways you look like you didn’t sleep.” He groans. "I didn’t. For some reason.” "What happened? you ask worriedly.

He sighs. "I died in my nightmare. By some creepy monster thing. I know i died because when his creepy hand covered my face, i woke up."

You frowned. "It was only a nightmare. I can't lose you, Steve." He blushed."I can't lose you either, Y/n." You smile, both of you leaned in when you both stopped.

"Did you hear that? He asks you. You nodded. "Should we check? I mean, nobody else is here right-" Suddenly, you swore you were knocked out because when you woke up, You were in the upside down once more.

"Steve? You whimpered, wondering further from the bedroom. You needed to find out what was going on. "He isn't here, A familiar voice spoke.

How come you recognized the voice? Then, it hit you. The voice belonged to 001, or Vecna. Bu wouldn't his voice be deeper if he were in his true form?

"I'm not using my real form, Y/N. I don't plan on scaring you unless i need to."

001 stepped forward, his white clothing drenched in blood. You were definitely scared. "Whose blood is on your clothes? You ask, softly. 001 chuckles. "Your lover's."

My lover? You thought, before realizing he meant Steve. "No! What did you do? You yell, before being held back by vines, while he comes closer.

There, you saw his body. Steve, his eyes now lifeless while being covered in blood, his blood. You held back tears before breaking down and crying.

"Why did you kill him? You sobbed, while Peter goes on your level, lifting your chin with his finger. "So i can have you, Vecna responds. "I did this for you, everything. You're not grateful?"

You scoffed. "You murdered Steve!" Looking smug, 001 replies, "For you. For us. He said some horrible things, lustful things." You frowned. "Steve isn't like that."

001 chuckled. "Well, Y/N, he has been keeping his lust from you." You shouldn't believe him, 001 was dishonest after all. However, knowing Steve's past, You kind of did believe 001.

You mumbled, "He would never." 001 chuckled. "You're so loyal to someone who only uses you for your body, Y/n. How foolish." Boldly, You snapped, "You don't know him like I do."

Peter laughed.”And you know him better? He just wants to fuck you. Steve hasn’t changed and I did you a favor. Now you’ll be mine.”

His grip on you was so strong, What choice did you have? If you refused, He’d kill more people you loved.

You sighed.”fine. But don’t hurt my loved ones anymore.” Peter replies,”I don’t plan to.”

#slight yandere?#yandere peter ballard #henry creel x reader #001 stranger things #001 x reader #stranger things season four #stranger things x reader #yandere 001 #steve harrington x reader #roommate!steve harrington #vecna x reader #peter ballard x reader #yandere #yandere henry creel #tw yandere

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denim-devil · 2 years

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Imagine saving Steve in the upside down…

The boat rocked slightly over the settled lake. It had been several minutes since Steve had bravely dunked himself down into the dark waters, something you admired.

You glanced to Nancy who tapped her knee nervously, watching as she smiled weakly your way, of course you were all still and quiet, you were waiting for Steve to reappear.

“Guys he’s gonna be okay-“ you were cut off by a short huff from Robin. You instantly knew why, her and Steve were practically soul mates, but in a platonic way, with a capital “P”.

“I know, But like what if he isn’t, what are we going to do- there could be so many things lerking underneath this boat and-“

Nancy shushed her kindly, placing one of her fingers over her parted lips. You could hear the bubbles, which you assumed were from Steve, a wave of relief fell over you and others, all four of you glancing over the edge of the boat.

Everything stilled, quiet, the crickets hissing in the forest surrounding you. It didn’t last long. Steve flung his arms over the edge of the boat, his hair drenched, latching onto his forehead and neck.

He sighed, breathing for air as he nodded with a proud smirk.

“I-I found it” he quickly panted out, resting half of weight on the small boat. You chuckled, one of your hands clutching at his face before pecking his damp lips.

Eddie physically yucked at the sight whilst Robin proudly contacted Dustin over the Walkie he gave to you.

“Dustin, you were right, your a goddamn Einstein, Steve found the gate-“

You were cut off by the echoing of police sirens, something that had fear settling in the pit of your stomach. You grasped at Steve’s arm, all five of you looking over to the dark crowd of tree’s, Max, Lucus and Dustin no where to be seen.

Steve still panted, looking up to you.

“It’s wild, it’s more of a snack sized gate compared to the momma gate- b-but still, it’s pretty damn big” he chuckles, eagerness lacing his voice, it’s like he wanted to check the danger out.

The boat rocks suddenly when Steve dips under water, his hands gripping the boat allowing it to rock. Steve turns to look behind him, the water still once again, but only for a couple of seconds before he’s dragged by something…

He completely disappears from your view. You scramble to the edge once again looking down at the water.

“STEVE!” Robin screams, fear and emotion filling the air as Nancy to joins you, both of you peering at the dark ibis underneath the water.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT MAN-“ Eddie shouted, the four of you remaining on the boat clutched to each other, you really had no clue what to do, but the urgency to go after him had taken over you like a spirit.

“No no no what are you doing?!” Eddie questioned, worried and completely questioning the circumstances.

“Just…wait here” he trailed off watching as you began taking off your jumper, lighter layers would allow you to swim better. You dive into the water, both Robin and Nancy reaching out to your body…too late.

You used your arms to push your body towards the glowing red hole, the still water clinging to your clothes as you hesitated to swim through the gaping hole to the upside down.

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A loud bang rattles through the air, signaling your entrance, your grasping at the wooden pallete in your hand, smacking the flying gargoyle-like creatures away from a helpless Steve.

“Hey there…” you chuckle as all four of you each take on a monster. You watch Steve struggling, his body stiff from a lack of oxygen. He reaches at the tale wrapped around neck tightly.

You immediately start smacking the creature as Nancy steps on the tail. Robin uses her torch, hitting the head, the creature screeched as all three of you began bashing it to nothingness.

“Come on!” Robin screamed, but it didn’t seem to budge. Of course you had no recall of how many there were, one latching itself on to the back of a vulnerable Nancy.

She starts to shout, trying to grab onto it from behind her.

“ROBIN GET IT OFF!”

Robin immediately grabs the flying demon, using the ground she practically tackles it into the floor, bashing it’s body whilst Nancu squishes it’s stomach with the Pallete.

Eddie helps by defending her back. You chase after Steve, hands wrapping around the creatures body before you started to pull at it.

Your startled by Steve’s urgency to move, the tail slipping it’s tightness as you pull and Steve pushes. Immediately his neck his free allowing him to rush up to his feet, grabbing the slimy tail from you he bashed the creature the ground as you began to trod on it, kicking the now weaker demon.

“Fuck you!” You shout, anger filling your senses before you stomp on the head squishing it…finally. Steve stands, blood leaking from his mouth. Your eyes glance to his chest, and eventually lower to view the bite marks that gaped on his abdomen.

“S-Steve-“ you whisper, your hands lightly prodding at the marks, but he shakes his head.

“Are you o-okay?” You question, Steve leaning into you as support.

“W-Well they’ve taken a pound of flesh…but other then that- never better…” you kiss him desperately, allowing time for Steve to kiss back, one of his hands cradling your cheek.

You pull apart hearing the relieved chuckles escape the others.

“I’m not going anywhere” Steve whispers before you wrap one of his arms around your neck…the crowd of hissing creatures approached you which given your current circumstances…maybe it was a good idea to run.

“Run…” Nancy states, all four of you following her suit towards the forest, you clutch onto Steve, both of you giving each other smiles…Atleast he was okay, for now.

#male reader #x male reader #steve harrington #stranger things 4 #fluff #slight angst #this is so rushed but i lowkey love it so/#nice 😏

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luvjordie · 9 months

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DOING KARAOKE DRUNK W THE FRUITY FOUR AS STEVES S/O WOULD ACTUALLY BE SUCH A GOOD MINI FIC NGL. eddies desperately trying to play along with the music on his guitar while robin belts whatever songs come to her head, whilst nancys trying to keep her upright. aw nancy would be so mom in this situation too😭 ‘guys guys GUYS- do-dont sing too loud, *hiccup* i think, i think steve is going to pass out’ Steve is in fact about to pass out. Not because of the terrible singing or any of that shit though, but because you asked him to duet Summer Lovin with you and somehow he got ahold of tequila. It takes a whole lot of cheering and a shot or two to get him to do it too, because if he’s performing with you, how will he watch you :( in the end theres a horrendous, hot, yet comfortable and lovely cuddle pile on eddies couch while you watch Grease because Eddie didnt get the context of the song <3😭

#steve harrington #fruity four #slight ronance #i need to shift rn #x reader #stranger things #fruity four x reader #shifting motivation

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a060403 · 8 months

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𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, p in v, afab!reader, fingering, slight angst, not proofread, grammatical errors

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it. This piece doesn't have any specific character so you can picture anyone with it. Characters that are tagged are from my own personal preference.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

☞ 𝐇/𝐍 ➤ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

He held her tightly as he pressed his head into her hair. He took in her scent and was immediately transported two years back into the past. He remembered the moments they shared as if it was yesterday. He couldn't find his words, he just closed his eyes and smiled.

He was finally back with her, and nothing else in the world mattered but her. He savored the feeling of holding her close to him, letting their hearts beat in sync as they basked in this moment of tranquility. He kissed her forehead softly before speaking up.

"I never realized how much I missed you until now," he confessed with a warm smile on his face.

"I want us to try again." She sobbed. He held her hand tightly and led her into his room. He couldn't stop smiling as they walked to his room, and he turned on the lights.

He let go of her for a second, looking around the room. His bedroom was still the same from two years back; except that there was no one lying and hugging him from behind anymore. He turned around and hugged her from the back, his arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed her.

His heart melted at the feeling of her in his arms once again. He held onto her tightly, knowing that this time around, they would make it work.

"I love you," he whispered into her hair as he nuzzled her neck softly. "I don't think I ever stopped."

She felt her body grow hot as his lips made contact with her neck, the familiar feeling brought pleasure to her and it made her want him more. His breath hitched when he felt her respond to his touch. He leaned in further, kissing and suckling on her neck as their passion ignited once again.

"So fucking beautiful," he whispered huskily against her skin before pulling away with a determined look in his eyes. "Just for me. All for me."

H/N mouth went down to every inch of her neck. His lips gently kissed her neck, then nibbled on it, and then sucked on it. The feeling of her moaning in pleasure as his tongue worked its magic sent chills down his body. He couldn't seem to get enough of her as he pulled her closer, his hands grabbing and holding onto her hips as he started to bite harder, slowly driving her crazy.

He let out a low growl of satisfaction as he felt her surrender to his touch. He continued to bite and suck on her neck, leaving love marks all over her beautiful skin.

H/N couldn't believe he was doing this again after two years. Her pleasure and desire were infectious and he started getting addicted to it. He continued leaving marks on her skin, moving his lips up to her ear. He whispered dirty words into her ear, making her whimper even more.

"You like that?" he asked huskily before leaning in closer, flicking his tongue over one of her hardened nipples through the fabric of her clothes. "Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want."

"Take me." She replied and he did. He placed her body onto the soft surface of his bed, his huge body hovering above her. He took off her clothes, all of it, with haste, eager to witness her body again.

He felt his cock twitch when he heard her moan his name. His heartbeat increased as the lust between them rose. He stared at her with excitement and passion. She was more beautiful than he ever remembered, and as he looked at her, he knew he could never let her go again. He lay on the bed with her, his heavy body pressing against her gentle touch, his hands all over her body.

He moved his hips, grinding against her gently before capturing one of her nipples between his teeth.

"You belong to me," he murmured darkly while tracing a line down towards her wet core with his fingers. "And I won't let anyone else have you." He pushed in two fingers immediately, earning a hoarse yelp from her. “Fuck—H/N…” his mouth stayed on one of her nipples, sucking on it, as he finger fucks her, her body writhing in pleasure.

He watched with satisfaction as her body responded to his touch. He slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her tight channel, feeling the walls of her pussy grip onto him. "That's it, baby," he moaned against her breast before withdrawing his fingers and positioning himself at her entrance once again. "You're so fucking wet for me."

She couldn't believe she was so turned on by H/N, even more so than the first time they were together. The sound of their bodies rubbing against each other. “Baby...”

His voice grew hoarse as he continued pleasuring her. He took out his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, tasting her from his hand.

“God, you taste so fucking sweet.” He growled. He placed his head in between her thighs and licked her wet cunt. Her eyes rolled back further in the pleasure of having H/N eat her out.

She gripped his hair and closed her thighs around his head, locking them in place. He licked her folds and sucked her wet core, filling the room with slurping sounds.

H/N moaned in approval as he felt her body tense beneath him. He lifted his head, gazing at her flushed face before moving down to capture one of her nipples between his lips. "That's it, baby," he whispered against her skin while circling his tongue around the hardened nub. "Give me everything you have."

H/N got a taste of her, and she was sweeter than anything. She felt herself burst and her body was flooded with an intense amount of pleasure. She squirted onto his mouth, making him chuckle. He watched her body tremble from overstimulation and he's proud that he did that.

He unzipped his pants; his long and thick hard cock sprung out, pulsing, with pre-cum oozing on its tip. He groaned as he watched her orgasm wash over her. He couldn't wait to feel the same intensity himself.

"You look so fucking beautiful when you cum," he murmured before positioning his cock at her entrance once again and pushing in slowly, filling her up with each inch. "I'm going to make sure we stay connected like this from now on."

He pushed all of his length inside of her. Her breathing ceased as she took all of his length inside, her walls stretching around his cock, memorizing it, adjusting to it. “S-So fucking b-big.” She choked out, his cock filled her all the way so that she could almost feel it on her throat.

He smirked at her reaction to his size. He loved knowing that he could take her breath away with just one look or touch. "That's right," he murmured huskily before pulling out slowly, only to thrust back in harder this time around. "Fucking take all of it like a good girl."

She gasped, her walls stretching around his fat cock, adjusting to his size. “Ohhhhh—fuck…,” He placed his thumb on her clit to add more pleasure as he slowly goes in and out of her. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming against hers. “choke me please… fucking choke me…��

He loved hearing her voice growing louder as he continued to fill her up. He wrapped one of his hands around her neck, using just enough pressure to cut off her air supply. "That's it, baby," he growled out while grinding against her hips roughly. "Tell me you want it."

“W-Want it. Want it so f-fucking bad.” She replied, drunk. His hips were slamming hard against her cunt, pounding in on her so fucking rough. She gagged for air, her tits bouncing around as H/n thrust in continuously, fucking her hard and messy.

He felt a surge of power and desire as he watched her breasts jiggle with each thrust. He could feel his control slipping away, but he didn't care. "You belong to me," he growled out before picking her up brusquely by the hips and slamming her back down onto him again, harder than ever before. "And I'm going to make sure you fucking remember that."

At the same time, he continued thrusting into her relentlessly, reaching deeper than ever before as he claimed what was rightfully his–not just her body but also her mind and soul.

Eyes locked onto each other, they lost themselves in the primal dance of domination and surrender, fueled by their mutual need for completion and fulfillment. The world around them seemed to fade away, replaced by an intense vortex of sensation that left nothing untouched or unsatisfied.

She felt her mind going black at the amount of pleasure she was feeling. “G-od f-fuck… y-yes.” She choked out as he continues to fuck her roughly.

With each thrust that pushed deeper inside her, he could feel the tension building up within him too – this was exactly what they needed; an explosion of passion and desire that would bind them together forevermore. And when she finally came apart underneath him, crying out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy consumed her, he knew that there was nothing else left standing between them but love and devotion.

"Fuck yes," H/N growled, letting go of any remaining restraint as he pounded into her harder still. His release was imminent now - he could feel it building up deep within his core, demanding to be set free.

And then it hit him like a tidal wave - an overwhelming flood of raw emotion and physical intensity that threatened to consume both of them entirely. With one final, powerful thrust that drove him even deeper into her warmth, he let himself go completely - burying himself to the hilt and filling her up with every last drop of his essence.

As their bodies quivered from the force of their climaxes, he held onto her tightly, his mouth pressed against hers in a fierce kiss that sealed their bond.

He could feel the last vestiges of control slipping away as he was consumed by her passion. He kissed her back fiercely, their tongues tangling in a sensual dance that left them both breathless.

"I love you," he murmured against her lips before collapsing onto his side beside her, still buried deep inside her. "Always have."

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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