#steve harrignton drabble

[luveline]

extremely random thought for shy friday: r works up the courage and bakes steve some kind of baked good. little do they know it’s with the one ingredient steve absolutely HATES (idk man like grapes or something) and he feels bad so he doesn’t tell them and eats it until dustin or someone walks in and is like 🤨🤨🤨 ur eating that???

thank you for your request! steve x shy!reader

Steve knows that while you may not seem nervous on the surface, you're a shy girl. You're always overthinking things, always watching people out of the corner of your eye so you can respond to their behaviour. You minimise yourself.

It's why he can't tell you he doesn't like raisins. You've made him something, expressed your creativity, your passion, and your feelings (he thinks) through baked goods. Steve's sure your German apple strudel would be delicious if he could stand raisins. He does a great approximation of a smile as he eats one.

"You like it?" you ask hopefully.

"Who doesn't?" he asks, clumsily avoiding the question. "Everybody likes strudel. Thanks, Germany."

Your smile cleaves him open. It's a mixture of incredible sweetness in line with your proferred treats, a hint of bashfulness he adores, and your usual go-to grin. It's familiar and new at once, and Steve wants to take a photo.

"I promised some to your friend," you say, closing the lid of the tuppperware you'd brought with you, "but what he doesn't take you can have. I kind of made them for you, anyways."

Steve melts. He's cool and sophisticated, obviously, but his stomach goes molten at the idea that someone would care about him enough to make him food from scratch without his having to ask, and that someone being you makes it all the more warming. He feels like jelly.

He's slow on the upkeep, and doesn't know who you mean until Dustin and co. are peddling up to the bench you're sitting at full pelt. Steve curses under his breath as they come to a slow, and Dustin's eyes hone in on your box.

"You have the goods?" he asks, like this is some box office drug deal, and not like he's interrupting your almost-date.

You shake your box gently. Lucas and Will share an enthusiastic, "Nice!"

Mike, less prone to distractions that aren't his girlfriend, nods at Steve's hand. He's frowning. "What are you doing?"

Four sets of eyes move between Mike's stare and Steve's hand like spectators at a tennis match. Steve can't tell him to cut it out while you're looking, so he polishes off the apple strudel, feels sick at the wrinkly, gelatinous texture of the raisins as they go down, and glares at the kids full force. "What, you're so greedy you need them all?"

"You don't like raisins," Mike says.

Dustin blinks at him. "You actually ate one of those?" He shifts on his bike, foot on the ground so he doesn't fall. "You said raisins are the evil cousin of a chocolate chip."

Steve doesn't know what's worse, the embarrassment of being caught red-handed or your tiny pout.

"Sorry," he says to you quickly, uncool, so uncool, "I mean. No, I don't like raisins. But they were still good!"

You're expressionless despite his insistence. "It's okay," you say, and there, a twitch to your brow he actually understands for once. You're amused.

You dole sweet treats out to the boys and they bike off calling thank yous and giggling like idiots at the mess they've made, no doubt. You smile down into your almost empty box, one remaining strudel with nowhere to go.

"Steve," you murmur, sounding pleased, "why didn't you say something?"

He hooks his elbow over the back of the bench. "And tell you to your face I don't like what you made for me? I know I fell off the wagon, but I'm not hopeless. You don't do that to girls."

"Well. Next time, you should. Is there anything else you don't, uh, don't like?" Steve can't hide his surprise. You drop your gaze to your lap. "You know, so I can make you something else?"

"You want to?"

You rub your thumb against the opposite index finger. You can't meet his eyes, but Steve knows you're alright.

"Yeah, I'd love to make you something you'll actually enjoy. Was kinda the whole point."

Steve places his hands between yours where they worry in your lap, dipping his head to the side hoping it'll encourage you to look up. You do, and he can practically see the heat emanating from your face, even if there's no evidence of blush.

"Anything you make I'll like."

"So long as it doesn't have raisins," you say.

He squeezes your hand gently. "Exactly. And maybe not too much cinnamon. It makes me think about my great grandma's house. Which wouldn't matter, but she totally died choking on a snickerdoodle."

You laugh, and you clamp your free hand over your mouth.

"That's terrible," you say between your fingers.

He elbows you gently. "You laughed. Makes you the terrible one." He thinks about your offer, and how sweet you are, and how horribly he fucked it up by pretending to like something he didn't. "Thank you. For the thought."

You take your hand from your cheek and place it over his. It's practically aflame it's so hot, and your lips are worse when you dot forward to kiss him. You were likely aiming for his cheek, but he turned a little and it ended up a centimetre from his closed mouth.

You sit back sharply.

"You're welcome," you say, eyes widened.

"Thanks," he says again. He clears his throat.

He pretends not to notice how flustered you are from your almost kiss. Maybe he should poke a little fun at you, call you forward or eager or in a rush, but he doesn't.

He'd be a hypocrite to make fun of you, because Steve's flustered too. Your lips are the sweetest treat you could give.

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[dingus-steve]

sooo I'm working on a Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader story right now, thoughts and ideas are greatly appreciated! my inbox is always open!!

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[starrystevie]

steve’s angry. he’s so goddamn angry all the time. his town is split right down the middle, his parents up and left to whatever safety vermont could offer and his kid won’t smile anymore because he’s seen too much and lost even more. this whole upside down bullshit just takes and takes and takes until there’s nothing left of hawkins, nothing left of steve himself. so he fights and takes his aggression out on people that don’t matter, on brick walls that have no say, on pillows and windows and cheeks he’s never seen before.

he thinks he’s seeing things, hearing things, when there’s whispers of his name in the darkness of an alleyway or bandages placed just so on his countertop when he gets home. it’s always after a fight that he feels whatever is following him, so he’s able to make himself believe it’s just from one too many blows to the head. he’s going crazy, he’s sure of it, when he thinks he sees eddie munson lurking outside his home as he limps up to his door and leaves a bloody handprint on the house siding. 

so yeah, he’s angry. but when his knuckles are cracked and his muscles are screaming and there’s blood running down the side of his face and his eyes are swelling shut, he feels alive in a way that he thought was stolen from him. 

but then there’s eyes looking at him. steve’s in his bathroom, too much blood staining his mom’s left behind fluffy white bath towels in a rusty brown, bandages wrapped tightly around the deep cuts on his forearm when he notices it. he gets those chills on the back of his neck and fights the urge to think maybe he’s cursed like will before turning to look around his always empty house. the air is still and he almost convinces himself that he’s imagining things like usual but then he spots the eyes looking in through his window. 

steve knows those eyes. they’re hidden behind curls and in the darkness that night provides and they’re burning a bright red but he knows them none the less. he doesn’t think about, knows he probably should but doesn’t, and heads over to the window. it’s easy enough to unlock normally but steve can’t pull his eyes away from the ones looking right back at him so he fumbles with the lock until it clicks. 

the next thing he knows, the sticky june air is seeping in through the open window and he’s laying flat on his back with strong arms and wild red eyes pinning him to his bedroom floor. eddie’s mouth is wide, eyes even wider, long teeth glinting in the glow of the lamp on steve’s nightstand. 

“you’re here,” he breathes out causing the curls tickling steve’s cheeks to flutter. “how are you here? why now?”

eddie growls and it’s a sound steve would have never expected but knows he’ll never forget, locking it in a safe place in his memory to replay over and over. there’s a hand trailing down the side of his face, cold fingers running over the drips of blood from a cut in his forehead, red eyes following their path. 

“i could smell you.” his voice is low, it rumbles through his chest and straight into steve’s veins. maybe he could smell the effect of that on him, too. “you got too hurt this time.”

it breaks steve. he laughs harder than he has in months and it’s this harsh, broken thing that’s a mockery of real laughter. he feels like a demon, cackling in the face of danger just to cause pain and fear. maybe he is a demon at this point. 

‘that’s all it took?” he’s angry again, but this is a different anger. it’s mean and cruel, spreading down through his bones into his very being, and it’s cold. has steve shivering on his bedroom floor but that could also be from the hand still petting over his face. has him smiling with a busted lip that forces warm blood to seep into his mouth.

eddie sighs. it’s a head rush to see a creature such as him do such a human thing. “you can’t keep hurting yourself just to see me, steve. it’ll end-” he pauses like he’s trying to think of the best word to use, eyes focused on the red spilling over his own fingertips, over steve’s lips. “-badly.”

steve feels himself push up into eddie, revels in the intake of breath he gets in return. he can feel the blood from his cracked lip staining his teeth so he opens his mouth, licks it off slowly to make a show of it. his smile feels wild and he wants to push that onto eddie too. he feels alive. 

“good.”

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[wheremadnesslies]

Cyndi Lauper

“Would you ever wash your own dishes?” Steve griped, again, as if he lived here. 

Kali flipped the page of her book as aggressively as possible without ripping it as her answer.

“Oh real mature, Cyndi Lauper.” 

“Still not my fucking name, asshat.”

“Look at that hair again that you tease it to the gods and tell me that again,” he bitched, flicking soapy water towards where she sat on the couch. “Just dye your shit red and boom, Cyndi.”

“Don’t call her Cyndi,” she groaned. 

“Well, why not?” 

She stared at him, and once he raised an eyebrow and cocked his head, she answered, “it’s like you know her, it’s weird.”

“I’m too buddy-buddy with Cyndi, huh?” he smirked, throwing his goddamn kitchen towel over his stupid goddamn shoulder. 

She grunted, not giving him the satisfaction of conversation. He giggled, giggled, and finished cleaning the kitchen in pajamas she wasn’t completely aware of how he acquired them since he has stubbornly not left her goddamn house since that morning. 

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Message in the Snow

Pairing: Steve Harrington x gn!reader

Warning: none

Summary: A writes a message in the snow that B can see from their bedroom window

Being sick is not great. Being sick a few days before Christmas sucks, tremendously. You couldn’t get your loved ones their presents. You couldn’t go to outings with friends. And the worst of all, you couldn’t enjoy cuddling with your boyfriend under a blanket with hot chocolate and a cheesy Christmas movie you would watch.

You laid in bed, your eyes glassy, your throat scratching, your head feeling like it could burst at any moment. Next to you stood an empty box of tissues and a full one. Your cough sirup half empty. The sage tea long gone.

A cough raked through your whole body. You had to sit up to breath better. Grabbing the glass of water at your nightstand you gulped it down in one go. Before you laid down again something hit your window. You looked at. Snow was slowly running down the glass. You flinched as another hit your window with a loud smack.

Standing up slowly you made your way over to look who was outside. Looking out you saw Steve standing in your fore garden. You smiled softly to yourself before opening it. You waved at him and sent him a kiss. He jumped up and ‘caught’ it. You giggled at his actions.

He pointed at the white floor beneath your window. You looked down. Your eyes watered at the small but meaningful message. ‘Merry Christmas, love. Get well soon!’ You send him another kiss down which he caught and held to his heart. You waved at him and pointed at your throat. He nodded and waved back. “See you when you get better. Robin and the little shits say hi and get well soon. We miss you!” You teared up yet again.

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[hotluncheddie]

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Seasons change, but people don't : Ao3 | wc: 6.2k | rated: M | tags: time skips, slow burn, eddie munson is bad a feelings, first kiss |(written for Lex’s Spicy Six Winter Challenge!)

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Stop being a goblin and let me kiss you : rated: M | tags: switching POV, getting together, idiots in love, flirting | part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4 , part 5 , part 6 , part 7 | (unfinished)

Autistic Steve Harrignton : Ao3 | Thoughts | Hurt/Comfort | Stimming | (ongoing)

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Ex jock : Ao3 | wc: 2k | rated: E | tags: established relationship, fat steve, sub eddie, outgrown clothes

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[wheremadnesslies]

something something nancy comparing steve to icarus

—

No matter how hard he tried, his perfectly crafted smile will never be real to him. Maybe to others, but then no one would know Steve. And this line of thought is exactly why Barb was huffing beside Nancy at lunch.

“Who cares if anyone really truly knows Steve? Is he really all that important? Is his presumed fake persona enough to look into him? To meet him?” Her hands were flying wildly around her as she yelled at Nancy, pushing her thick-rimmed glasses up for the fourth time.

“Why wouldn’t he matter?” Nancy asked, raising a brow. And suddenly she thought of the debate of Icarus. Did he deserve to die for his arrogance? Should there be no remorse for his fall because it was deserved from Icarus’ faults?

“It matters because it’s Steve, Nance, he’s like, the biggest jerk in Hawkins.”

“Did you know that people think Icarus deserved to die?” Nancy said in response.

Barb signed as dramatically put-upon as she could manage, before replying softly, “No, I didn’t know that.”

Nancy smoothed her skirt, “They believe it was deserved due to his arrogance. They think he deserved the fall from the sky because he was arrogant.”

“Do you agree?”

…

Barb lay strewn on the lower end of Nancy’s bed as they read independently from each other when she said, “Brueghel made a painting, The Landscape Of Icarus, in the sixteen hundreds.”

Barb hummed, looking over at her.

“He painted the spring day that Icarus fell from the sky, and drowned,” silence went over the room as Barb waited, comfortable with Nancy’s pauses and silence. “He painted Icarus under the water, only his legs coming out, in a small corner of the painting.”

“What was the rest of the painting if Icarus wasn’t there?” Barb asked, confusion dancing across her freckled face.

“Everyone else. Ignoring him. Everyone else was there and no one noticed that Icarus was drowning.”

#fanfic #writing #writeblr #stranger things #steve harrington #ao3 #fic #drabble #nancy wheeler fanfic #nancy wheeler #this makes me sad everytime #this isn’t a stancy fic by the way it just goes through that time and i wanted to explore maybe why she wanted to be with steve #i think it would be so interesting if she saw something past his persona and related to it and wanted to see what was behind it #i think nancy and steve are very similar in ways which is why i think they can’t really be together #i think they have such an interesting dynamic and i love seeing them together platonically #anyway these are two snippets from my first chapter of a wip #i just needed to tell about steve harrignton being compared to icarus #so here i am

[wheremadnesslies]

“Steve was fucking salsa dancing in the kitchen last night while he poured himself chocolate milk in a wine glass.”

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[wheremadnesslies]

stali first meeting wip

Kali watched as someone she didn’t recognize walk through her door. This was new, she realized as the man set his keys down on the counter like he lived here, riffled through her cabinets for a cup and ignored her. No one new every came, which meant either this was real. And some random man was making himself at home in her house, or her delusions were growing stronger. 

He leaned against the counter, dark skin stark against her white counters. He crossed his legs, and finally looked up at her with a quirked eyebrow. She continued staring, waiting in confusion. 

He heaved a put upon sigh like she was the one acting strange, and waved his cup around in wide gestures. “So, you gonna talk or anything?” he asked. 

“You’re the one that broke in?” 

He rolled his eyes, “right, anyway—”

“Who the fuck are you?” 

“Steve,” he looked over her still sitting in her chair, completely disinterested. “So, are you gonna do anything? Or will you just, like, come with me?” 

Kali still sat glued to her chair, her body and mind had never been in equal agreement that something was weird as fuck as they did in this moment. She shook her head as if it would clear the man, Steve, from her kitchen. “No, fuckwad, what do you want? Why are you in my house?” 

“I’m on an errand, I gotta pick you up or some shit, so, you coming willingly or no?” 

“You get closer to me and I’ll rearrange your intestines with my own hand.” 

He raised his hands in what was, frankly, a very condescending demeanor, “oh no, I’m terrified.”

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