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taintedcigs · 17 days

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— fall into pieces

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

summary: steve comes in his pants from eating you out. that's the plot. (wc: 1.3k+)

warnings: smut without plot basically, or*l (f!receiving), praises, steve cums in his pants, soft smut!, steve is attentive, MINORS DNI.

author's note: not proof-read. this is dumb and doesnt make sense bc i wrote it in 20 mins bc i desperately needed to get out of my stupid slump sooo just pls support me in my shitty writing era thank you.

pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.

Steve loves eating pussy.

Scratch that, Steve just loves eating you out.

Because let's face it, before you, he didn't really care that much about the other girl's pleasure, or he just wasn't really that keen on eating pussy.... that was until you came along.

He didn't know what it was, that had him hooked on you this much, how much he enjoyed tasting you like a man possessed when it came to eating you out.

You taught him how fucking pleasurable eating pussy was, and it unironically changed him.

Once he realized how much it mattered to him to make you cum, he decided to make it his mission. Make a mental note of how you responded when he did anything.

He studied the noises you made when his fingers lightly traced your inner thighs, the shaky breaths you gave him as you silently pleaded, begged for more.

He started picking up on the way your body gave into him, slowly at first, and then all at his mercy. Padded thumb circling around your clit, velvety lips puffing a huff of cold air, making you whine while he wore that cocky smirk, hook, line, and sinker.

He just didn't realize how much it got him off to see you like this, to taste you fully, not until now.

"Such a gorgeous fuckin' pussy," he hummed, pressing upwards, just a little bit, reveling in the way your back arched for him. Once he finally got you prepped, smearing your juices all over, earning more sounds from you, then he pushed a finger inside of your soft walls, drawling the sweetest sounds.

"God, s'fuckin soaked, honey, all f'me?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, lips turning into a mocking pout, earning nothing but incoherent babble from you. He adds another finger, drumming his fingers inside of that sweet spot, turning you into gooey mess, his cock twitching in his pants.

Only when you pathetically murmur out a "S-steve!" that he finally kisses you all over, tongue licking up a flat stripe up your cunt, making your brain short-circuit.

"Y'like that, sweetheart?" He hums, and you nod all dumb, making him chuckle in that arrogant tone, yet you can't even argue.

He is that good.

The tip of his nose brushes against your clit, "ride my face, honey," he murmurs, but it's more like an order, that perfect chocolatey gaze so full of lust that you can feel yourself clench, nothing but a little "okay" coming out of your glossy lips.

And he groans at your fucked out face, you look so perfect. Spread out in front of him, glistening with arousal, head thrown back, plushy lips slightly open with your uncontrollable moans.

He buries his face in your cunt before you can beg him to, teasing with kitten licks before sucking your clit into his mouth, you cry out in all glory, thighs squeezing his head, hands crushing the sheets beneath the two of you in need.

His cock twitches at the sound, caged beneath his boxers the more you grind against his tongue, and he fucking smirks at you, watching your face twist the second he slips his index fingers inside of you, words roll out of your tongue as nothing but disordered sounds.

His cold fingers curl inside of you, making you arch your back against him, you want to beg for more, but you can barely speak.

And of fucking course, he can tell, his devilish smirk growing wider before his padded thumb circles around your clit, the tip of his tongue keeping the rhythm.

His cock feels stiff, so fucking stiff that it feels uncomfortable, wanting, needing to feel your walls, to be inside of you, watch the way his huge cock stretches you fully.

"S-steve!" He knows that tone all too well, singing for him, the sweet sounds of your whimpers, letting him know that you are close to the edge, and he doesn't hesitate to add another finger.

"Doin' so good for me, sweetheart, you close, huh?" He mocks all knowingly, tongue sucking your clit while his fingers circle around it, it's all the stimulation you need and more, body going frail with how attending he is.

You give a slight nod, body flushed with lust, cunt clenching around him, "Use me," he begs, desperate, needing to see how heavenly you sound when you come around him, the prettiest face you wear.

"Use me to get yourself off, baby." The words sound filthier with his whiney tone, you know he's close too, just by eating you out. And it makes you want that sweet release so much more, chasing it eagerly.

His tongue picks up his movements, fingertips rubbing your clit with vigor, and you ride his face in all glory, chasing that little taste of heaven.

You don't know if it's the "Good girl," praise he offers, his fast-paced fingers on your swollen buds, or that celestial tongue of his sucking on your clit, but you lose it all. "Oh, f-fuck!" You moan out, every control of your body, gone.

Going to pieces when he makes you cum, your taste flooding his senses, overtaking him as well. It's all he wants, worship you, taste you on his tongue, watch your face contort over and over again.

That's the routine normally, but now it makes him realize how much more he enjoys this, having you spread apart in front of him, pussy fluttering around his tongue and fingers, and that's all it takes to have him leak all over, hips grinding into nothing but the sheets, cumming in his boxers, groans leaving his mouth.

It takes you a minute to register it all, barely able to catch your breath. "Steve, d-did you-" You looked down at his boxers, all warm and wet.

"S-shit, baby, I'm sorry, I just-" He mumbled, almost embarrassed, words jumbled together, blushing furiously.

God, that was so fucking hot.

He avoided your gaze, looking down on the mess he made, warm load spread all over his boxers, sure to leave a stain. Sticky and embarrassing him. "You just looked so fuckin' hot and tasted so good-"

"Steve," You interrupted him, his attention all on you, gaze so sweet that he can't avoid it. "What are you apologizing for that was so fucking hot," you blurted out, eyes blown wide with lust all over again.

"W-what?"

"Baby, you cumming your pants from eating me out just made you ten times hotter." You groaned all whiney, leaning in closer to him.

"Do you need me to take care of you now, Stevie?" You asked, tone sultry, and your doe-eyed gaze, dangerous, making his cock stiffen in record-breaking seconds.

"Keep talkin' to me like that and I'll cum in my pants once again, baby," he teased with a whine, lips still curled into a grin, making you giggle with your head thrown back.

"C'mere," you grabbed him by his shirt, kissing him roughly, teeths clashing and lust filling the room again as you tasted yourself all over his tongue.

Eager to make him fall into pieces again.

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mayfieldss · 3 months

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ok idk who this could be with, but fic idea: fake dating trope inspired by the song 'hate to be lame' by lizzy mcalpine and finneas... it has POTENTIAL.!!

Hate to be lame, but I might love you | Steve Harrington

BABE THIS CONCEPT IS SO </3 POTENTIAL INDEED!!! I'm gonna admit I went wayyy off track from the song and kind of just went feral with the concept of fake dating Steve.

"You're hands are sweaty."

"Yeah, well, so are yours."

"That's because my hand is covered in the sweat from your sweaty hand." your voice comes as a sharp whisper that only Steve can hear as you walk toward your friends not two days after your little agreement.

"Oh shut up."

"Why do we have to hold hands anyway?"

"Because that's what couples do, trust me I'm the expert." Steve nudges your side with his elbow, and you push back harder, making him flinch.

"Yeah, because you've had such successful past relationships." You're grumbling and acting more like a child as the regret sinks in. Why you'd agreed to this even to assist the romance between your two friends was beyond you. There were far easier ways to get the same result.

"That was a low blow." Steve sounds only slightly deflated but his energy returns as the rest of your friends begin to notice the intertwined fingers and the smiles you're sending them, that while fake, are convincing enough.

"Hey, this is new!" It's Dustin, always the first to voice an opinion, and he's eyeing the both of you as though he's Sherlock Holmes inspecting a fresh crime scene. "Is this a cute thing or a friend thing?" he's frowning, and you offer up an answer.

"Can't a friend thing be a cute thing also?"

"So it's a friend thing?" Dustin raises a brow and looks to Steve. For a second you swear they have some sort of silent and private conversation before Steve interjects with words that seem to startle the entire group surrounding you.

"No, it's not a friend thing." He moves his hand from yours, opting to drape his arm over your shoulder, making a show whilst you wipe your hand discreetly on your shorts.

"Surprise..??" the word comes strained from your lips and you are thankful for the fact that Steve is such a charmer. Whilst he's been more than a bad liar in the past he seems like a professional actor now, award-winning even as he sells your relationship to the group.

Your first kiss in his car one day after work, and first date at the small bakery down the street from your house. The way he'd been crushing on you since he saw you beat the hell out of some Demogorgons to defend the kids, and just how happy you were together. How he was so convincing you didn't know, but you almost found yourself believing him for parts of it, as if you didn't already know the truth. It was all fake, a ruse put together so that Steve could convince Robin and Nancy that he had in fact moved on. A perfectly crafted fake relationship so that Robin and Nancy could finally get together and feel guilt free.

"Well, I can't say I didn't see it coming." It's Dustin again, forever the speechmaker, and the smile on his lips is unbearably sweet. He's oblivious, it seems, and it occurs to you then that the little scheme you and Steve put together might have some negative impacts. Dustin cared about Steve in the way a little brother looks up to the older sibling, or perhaps the way a son looked up to a father, and maybe it wasn't so good for the boy to get attached to the idea of Steve finally finding some romantic peace. After all, it was nothing romantic of the sort, and whilst the game you had going wouldn't affect Dustin directly, it did seem that he was excited over the concept of you and Steve together.

Despite these thoughts, you find yourself moving an arm around Steve's waist, leaning into him as if it were real, because if you were doing this, you were sure as hell gonna do it right. Dustin smiles, somehow wider than before, before moving off to meet the other younger members of the group. Robin eyes the two of you from a distance, with something of a confused yet proud expression, and you hope that for whatever reason, she believes the show you're putting on.

When you feel Steve's breath against your ear, the shivers that run down your spine are barely controlled. "Good job." it's a whisper as he squeezes your shoulder, "I'm gonna go get us some drinks."

And with that, he walks away, leaving you to wonder how exactly this is going to work.

It goes well for the most part and soon you start to see changes in Robin and Nancy's behavior toward each other. They seem closer, more interested now that Robin's not afraid to make a move on the girl Steve had once been so hung up on.

But you can't deny that in private it has become somewhat awkward between you and Steve. Something changed over the past few weeks of pretending and you're not quite sure where it all went wrong, but the teasing relationship you'd once had was now evaporating before your eyes.

Steve currently had an arm over your shoulder as he sat beside you in the old bakery café where he had claimed you'd had your first kiss to the rest of the group. The old leather booth was supposedly filled with the fondest of memories for the both of you, though in truth you had never entered the place until today.

"You two really do make a hot couple." It's Robin leaning her elbows on the table from the booth across from you and Steve, Nancy at her side though they sit further apart.

"I second this," Nancy smiles, a wide and sweet expression that makes you really believe her. And suddenly you feel bad for lying to them both.

"Here," Before you can dwell on the feeling, Nancy's pulled out an old camera, one she was gifted by Jonathan back when they were something of a pair themselves. She still keeps it close, and she'd planned to use it for some journalism work later in the day, but it seems she's willing to waste some of the camera's potential now.

"Smile you two." She's peering into the camera, and instinctively you lean into Steve, smiling for the shot. But that doesn't seem to appease either Robin or the eldest Wheeler sibling, both of them scheming to create the best memories for you both.

"C'mon Steve," Robin instructs, "Give her a kiss for the camera." Steve does so hesitantly, pressing a short peck to your cheek and waiting for the camera to click, but nothing happens.

When he looks up he finds both Nancy and Robin chuckling before Nancy herself begins to speak. "Look, Steve, I know you're trying to be polite because, well, we used to be something—but I really don't mind if you two kiss. I'm happy for you both, and I assure you I've moved on." She spares a glance to Robin and it would have been sweet if you weren't panicking deep inside. You had yet to kiss Steve at all and the plan had been that you would never have to but now that your excuse seemed to be up in flames you weren't sure what to do, or say.

Steve didn't seem at all bothered, and maybe that should have concerned you more than it did, but honestly, you were grateful for the confidence he held when yours was nowhere to be found.

"Yeah, you're right. We didn't want to cause any drama with, you know," Steve gestures between himself and you, "Us."

"But that's the thing!" Nancy exclaims in a rather Robin-like fashion. (Perhaps the girl was rubbing off on her a little too much.) "I'm happy for you, and I really don't mind." She raises the camera again, a smile tugging at her lips as Robin shuffles a little closer to peak through the lens with her. "Do some cute couple shit for the camera. You may kiss your girlfriend." Robin says, and a nervous laugh escapes you as Steve locks his eyes with yours. it's a look that speaks,'You really wanna do this?' and 'We can back out now if you want.' all at once, but there's something else there that you can't quite decode.

You nod in response to his silent question, however, and it takes a moment before either of you can get up the guts to do anything at all. Steve leans in first, slow and steady, and you know he notices the breath that catches in your throat. His lips so close, his hair just barely brushing your forehead as he moves downward, his face inching ever closer to yours. But he stops, and it seems as if time itself does too, when Mike Wheeler bursts into the bakery, tall frame and skinny limps carrying him through the door and toward the booth at which the four of you sit.

"Nancy, god it took forever to find you! Mom's going crazy over dinner tonight and—" It all seems to fade off. Mike is still talking but you block him out, a ringing in your ears replacing his words as you wonder what could have happened had a few more seconds passed before the boys' arrival.

Either way, it would have meant nothing, because you don't like Steve like that, and you never will. Right?

Steve is sitting, brows furrowed beside you, staring at your figure as you watch Mike Wheeler ramble on about something Nancy needs to come home for. You don't seem to be listening and he doesn't blame you because honestly, he doesn't know if he is either, but he wonders what you are thinking about.

He's certainly thinking about things he shouldn't be.

But soon Nancy stands, and Robin follows suit and they say something that the both of you ignore. And they leave, as you wave them goodbye, and they say they'll be in touch. All of a sudden you're sat next to Steve, alone with a chocolate chip muffin between you.

"That was a close one don't you think?" It's you who says it and your voice startles Steve. You see him jump, and then adjust himself to sit like the cool high school heartthrob he had once been.

"Real close, sorry." the apology is genuine, and Steve pauses, looking around the bakery. "You wanna get out of here?"

You manage a nod, shuffling from the booth awkwardly. "Let's go."

"Did you want me to drop you home?" Steve's leaning on the side of his car as he watches you, waiting. He looks so different somehow, changed from the teenager you would sit next to in the chemistry lab. He hadn't spoken to you much at all back then, and you would do all the hard work for the passing grades, but now he seems....lost.

You suppose fighting interdimensional monsters can do that to a person. That kind of thing changes a perspective for sure, and the look in his eyes can be thrown down to such a concept.

"Sure," you go to say more, but decide against it as Steve moves around the car to open the passenger side door for you. The kind of thing you had yet to experience for a long time. When he gets behind the wheel he's focused, staring out the windshield.

"So, I'll drop you home." it's awkward, unsure and it's hard to find a response.

"Well, I don't know what else we're supposed to do."

Steve clears his throat, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "We could go to work—your work I mean, show off a little to the kid at the checkout. The one you have a crush on."

"He's literally the same age as us Steve. Stop calling him a kid." with your arms folded over your chest you watch Steve for a reaction, and he gives you one. His nose wrinkles up, turning to face you.

"He looks like a kid."

"He does not!" there's a laugh hidden behind your words, and Steve smiles, just a little. It's a nice thing to see.

"He has a babyface, he's got the smooth face of a baby."

"Like you're one to talk Harrington," you reach over, running a hand across his cheek. "You've got nothing on this face of yours."

Steve isn't nervous. He's not. The feeling of your skin on his, the warmth of your hand on his face has no effect on his heart rate. His heart beats this fast all the time. "I'll have you know that I've got a moustache coming in."

You pull back, buckling yourself into your seat. "That stubble on your upper lip doesn't count for shit Steve, don't give yourself a big head."

"Alright, well am I taking you home or what?" He wants to hide the grin on his lips, though he can't seem to put it away. It's stuck, the expression seemingly permanent. You're smiling too, and when you look over at him, his hands on the wheel and yours in your lap, it's all over.

"Let's go give babyface a run for his money."

It doesn't work out like it's supposed to, and as you walk into the store, out of uniform and entirely out of character, your confidence fades. "This was a bad idea." you mumble the words to Steve, who stands beside you, waiting to make a minor scene.

He looks down at you, peculiar frown pulling at his brows. "It's a great idea. Just making a little chaos, that's all." he doesn't sound like himself either, and in truth, his eyes are now scanning around the store, waiting for your target to show.

"Let's just go, Steve. It's dumb—this is dumb." before you can say anything more Steve's got his arm sliding softly around your waist, pulling you just that bit closer to his side. You don't flinch at the touch, the touch of a friend acting as though they're more. You should think more of it, feel more uncomfortable than you do, but you don't. You see your coworker approaching, apron over his regular uniform. You don't think you'd ever had a crush on him in the first place, despite what Steve had persisted, and even though the guy is cute, it doesn't seem to mean anything. Looking up at Steve is a struggle, and when you do you find his eyes still locked on the fated supermarket employee.

"Steve," muttering his name brings his eyes back to yours, and his gaze looks slightly different than it did before. "Let's get out of here."

"You sure?" the question hangs in the words, but something in him sounds relieved at the concept, as if all of a sudden this doesn't matter to him either. But he doesn't have a second to lead you away from the store before something else seems to enter the equation. Someone else.

"Hey, didn't expect to see you here." it's your coworker 'crush' standing before you with a strained grin. "It's your day off." He's says it in a way that suggests he's reminding you, in case you've forgotten. You don't miss the way his eyes flicker to Steve, and in particular, Steve's arm, still around your waist, his hand placed so convincingly as his fingers press affectionately into your side.

"Yeah, just came in to get some things." you smile back at the boy genuinely, as Steve buts into the conversation.

"Just some snacks...for date night." he's playing his part still, you realize, even if you weren't.

"Date night? You two are—I didn't see that coming." you think you must have imagined it, the deflated falter in your friends words. He didn't like you, he couldn't. He wouldn't. He was hardly a friend anyway, just the guy behind the checkout that you would wave and smile to during the work day. You couldn't possibly be hurting him with this, could you?

Steve squeezes you closer to his side, and it seems to be going a little too far. You're not sure if he does it just to get under the skin of the guy in front of you, or if he's trying to tell you something along the lines of "it's working."

You hope it's none of the above.

"Well, we should get going." diffusing the situation is all you can think to do, but now leaving isn't an option. If you don't exit the store with the so called 'snacks' you came in for, it might just mix things up further. You grab Steve by the hand, pulling him toward the candy aisle, sending your seemingly heartbroken coworker a sympathetic goodbye smile.

Once out of sight and snooping range, you give up the act. "Steve, this has to stop."

"What no, Nancy and Robin—they've just started connecting." Steve sounds disappointed, grasping for something to hold on to.

"There are other ways we can play matchmaker with them, but this...it's going too far. I can't do it." the way your eyes plead with Steve to end things, sends shivers across his spine. He feels the sting of your words as if it's all real, but of course it never was.

"So, we're breaking up?" he mumbles, trying not to let the words remind him of the familiar heartbreaks he's had before.

"Don't say it like that," there's a gentle laugh from your lips, soft, calmer than you were before. "That makes it sound like we were really a thing."

That cuts Steve deep. He can't help it, and his mind wanders to the feeling of your hand still holding his. He doesn't think you know that you're still doing it, so he squeezes your hand with his own, testing the waters. You let go.

You'd been Steve's fake girlfriend for over a month, and now suddenly, standing amongst bags of chocolate and sweets, you weren't anymore.

"So, just friends again?" You extend a hand as if to shake on the deal, and Steve accepts, though this time there is no affection in the way his hand holds yours.

"Friends." He confirms, and it really is over.

You don't let on to your friends directly that you'd split apart. Maybe due to the hopes that Robin and Nancy could make their own way a little faster whilst they were still under the impression of you and Steve in love. But you no longer hold hands in public, and you don't follow each other around like lost dogs.

It's weird, knowing that Steve isn't trailing behind you like he used to, and it's odd not having his car pull up in your driveway every day. You were so used to him surrounding you after the few months of being his partner in crime, that the distance from him has set up an ache in your heart.

Steve feels similarly, and the way the man goes about his days now are less interesting, and far less fun. Dustin caught on almost immediately, and despite the deal Steve made with you to never tell a soul in the group about your little agreement, he can't help but tell the young boy everything.

"So what you're saying is you never dated in the first place?" Dustin questions, Steve nodding.

"Yeah."

"But you think you might have fallen in love with her for real?"

Hearing Dustin say it out loud sends a pang of longing through Steve and he knows then that he most definitely has fallen head over heels for someone he was never supposed to love in the first place.

"Yeah. That sounds about right."

"Dude," Dustin has a grin on his lips and Steve can tell he's about to made fun of before it happens. "You are so lame. Honestly, can you just admit to yourself that you had a crush on her from the start? It was never fake to you, was it?" The kid is smart, and can see right through his older friend. He held no surprise when Steve told him the truth, because he found it quite obvious how Steve truly felt. It was why Steve's stories about how he fell in love with you felt so real to the group in the first place. Because they were the furthest thing from fake.

Steve doesn't respond, thinking it over. Dustin is right he realizes, and it's not surprising at all.

"You gotta tell her, man." Dustin speaks again, and Steve nods.

"Yeah. I know."

Two days later and Mike has invited everyone over, including the older kids, to spend the day together. It gives you Deja vu as you enter the house, having been to a similar hangout with Steve months before when you first introduced yourselves as a couple. Now you walk in alone, no sweaty hand to hold.

Steve's heart skips a beat when he sees you, and Dustin nudges him hard with his shoulder, as if Steve hasn't already been alerted of your presence. He thinks you look beautiful, but he always does. He realizes these things now. Now that he knows how he feels.

"Hey," Steve stands to greet you and you offer him a friendly smile back.

"Hey, Steve." It's still awkward between you, and has been ever since the fake breakup. Perhaps that's due to the fact you've both been avoiding each other like the plague since it happened.

"I need to talk to you about something later, is that okay?" He keeps his voice low, not wanting the others to hear about the private matters he wants to discuss. He can tell he's confusing you, but you agree thanks to his puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah, okay." Despite your agreeance, you plan to avoid Steve for the rest of the day, solely due to the fact you've begun to feel things that you shouldn't be. You were so used to being his friend, and seeing him as one, but now your thoughts have begun to linger on him more than they should, as do your eyes.

You can't help but admire the way he is with the kids, and the way his hands comb through his hair casually as if he doesn't know just how appealing it makes him. You focus a little too much on whether he's looking at you or not, and the sound of his laugh is too familiar now.

He was your friend, and whilst you'd promised he would stay that way, you weren't so sure you could keep it.

"Hey," Steve has caught you in the kitchen, going to get more soda for the party after a long day of avoidance. You'd hoped to spend a few minutes alone, and most of all, had hoped to keep evading him, but Steve had other plans.

You place the sodas on the counter, closing the fridge with caution. "It sure is hot today." You mumble in the hopes of keeping the conversation light. You know he's here to confront you about the distance you've been keeping from him. It can't be anything else.

"Yeah, it's summer." He feels bad about cornering you in the kitchen, but he knows this might be one of the only chances he has at asking you how you feel. Even with what Dustin had said, Steve doesn't know if he can bring himself to tell you what's been going on inside his head over the past couple of months, but he hopes you'll be willing to tell him what's been happening in yours.

"Are you okay?" even though you saw it coming, Steve's question still startles you.

You nod, though your voice involuntarily raises an octave. "Yeah, I'm fine. How are you?" You're not fine, and the lie is clear, but Steve is more than honest with you.

"I'm tired of us acting like we haven't fucked up our relationship." He leans against the counter in a kind of defeated gesture, weakening your resolve. "I don't want to keep fighting to be around you. I want you to feel comfortable around me again. Call me an idiot, a loser or something, like you used to."

"I can't." your whisper seems so loud in your own ears.

"I promise I'll call you pretentious and dramatic right back, just say it. Call me a name, make it how it used to be." there's a kind of desperation hidden within Steve's words, one you haven't heard before. One you doubt anyone has heard before. It stands in the silence, for your ears alone.

"You really want me to list all the shit I hate about you?" There's a shake to your voice, as if you're close to screaming or crying, but you're not sure which will come first.

"Well, I didn't say that—"

"I hate your stupid hair. Your teeth are too straight, and I don't like the way you talk to me, how your voice gets all soft and sweet. It's irritating when you smile because it makes me smile too, and you're laugh just—it just pisses me off." You stop for breath, sucking in the air as you focus on the boy in front of you. You've taken a few steps toward him with your words spoken, slow, and steady. "And I hate the fact you made me like you. I hate the way you're so unhateable to everyone around you, including me."

There's a small twitch of Steve's lips, and you can tell they want to pull upwards into the smile you just claimed to despise. He doesn't let them though, pushing himself back from the counter. "You wanna know what I hate about you?"

Your heart leaps into your throat but you don't show any sign of response, staring at him with as much blankness as you can muster.

"Absolutely everything, and nothing at all." He says it quietly. He doesn't need volume to get his point across. He's taken the steps needed to close the gap between you, and he's waiting for your approval. "In fact, I think I could love you, if you'll let me."

You let out a breath, somewhere between relief and excitement. "You're so lame, Harrington."

"You know you love it." he leans in closer, and you do the same, lips brushing against his.

"You know, I think I could love you too, if you'll let me of course." you allow yourself a grin at the sight of one on Steve's own lips, contagious as always.

"I think we could come to an arrangement." He's fucking with you, but you're too impatient to respond with anything but a kiss, gentle and sweet to his lips. You're not the first person to kiss Steve Harrington, but Steve thinks you might be the best.

"Come on, the others are waiting." You pick up the sodas left on the counter and push past Steve with the widest smile you've held in weeks, and Steve follows close behind.

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cosmal · 2 years

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TULIPS — send me an character i write for + a scenario or prompt and i’ll write you a blurb! fluff smut or angst!

reader shyly asking steve to be her first boyfriend + steve harrington

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 — 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

summary — you shyly ask steve to be your boyfriend.

warngings/tags — fem!reader, shy!reader, she/her pronouns

wc — 1.1k

Dustin Henderson has never been one for knocking. That's at Steve’s house anyways. Probably Eddie’s too.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson! What if I was naked, huh?” Steve calls, watching as a head of curls speeds past him and over to the living room. Steve puts down the knife he was using to cut his sandwich, picks up half and follows him.

“You weren’t though,” Dustin scoffs.

“Whatever, man.” Steve takes his first bite. It’s mostly bread and lettuce. “Hey, how’d you get here, anyways?”

Dustin turns around and throws an arm over the back of the sofa, feet moving to the coffee table. He’d tell him to put them down if he had any care for his mother’s furniture. “Oh, Y/N picked me up.”

Steve perks up and swallows his bite of food. The bread is dry as it goes down and he almost chokes. With a fist held to his mouth, he asks, “She didn’t want to come in?”

“Oh shit, yeah. She’s outside waiting for you. I think she wants to talk to you about something.” Dustin says too nonchalantly.

Steve grimaces and smacks his idiot kid friend up the back of his head and his hat falls off, “You idiot. Jesus.”

You and Steve have been on a few dates and he thinks you’re one of the prettiest and nicest girls he’s had the pleasure of being around. He knows you’re shy, he also loves you for it, even though you tell him almost every day that he makes it worse.

“You make me so nervous, sometimes.” You’d told him once.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

Steve had laughed and you had blushed.

Steve and his half sandwich make their way to the front door, an apology at the front of his mouth already. He swings it open to find you leaning on the wall on his landing, looking pretty as ever and not upset at all.

He thinks he can hear you mumbling to yourself and you startle when you finally notice his presence. You look up at his face and look down even quicker. He can sense your nervousness from here.

“I’m really sorry about him. You could’ve come in if you wanted.” Steve apologises, moving to stand on the mat right before you. He’s told you a few times you could come over whenever you wanted to. Don’t even worry about knocking. You never have though, always knocking and waiting for him to answer the door for you. He knows you’re a bit too shy to just let yourself into someone’s house.

“It’s okay.” Your hand comes up to push the hair away from where it’s covering your eyes and your bangles clink, “Was enjoying the fresh air.” Steve thinks you would’ve just left if Dustin had actually forgotten to tell him you were out here.

He watches where your thumb spins the ring on your pointer and your other hand toys with the hem of your skirt. He hates himself for it, truly, when you lift it a little high and catches a slip of your soft thighs above your knee highs. He hates it even more because he's perving and you seem nervous. More nervous than usual.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asks softly, reaching a hand out to run the back of it over the hinge of your elbow.

“Yeah. Yeah.” You smile weakly and Steve frowns.

“Dustin told me you had to ask me something?’

You blink slowly and shake your head, “Yeah, sorry. Right- uh,” you stammer, pushing yourself off the wall but you don’t really get any closer to Steve.

Steve can sense your anxiety. “Hey, it’s okay. Take your time,” he encourages softly. As soft as he can manage without sounding condescending. It seems to work when you finally chance a look up at his face.

You smile and he nods. Hair flopping over his brow.

“Do you…” you laugh nervously like you’re shocked.

He takes your hand in his and he’s really not surprised to find it’s a little clammy. He gives it a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m sorry, this seemed so much easier on the car trip over here.” you giggle, “Dustin’s a really good hype man.”

“Don’t tell him you said that,” Steve laughs, “Do you want to go inside, maybe?”

You shake your head vehemently, “No, it’s- I can do it.”

“Yeah,”

Steve thinks he knows what you’re about to ask and also thinks he should just do it for you. But you seem genuinely determined to do it yourself, so he allows you as much time as you need. Not that he’d ever be impatient with you anyway.

You swallow hard and your gaze floats back to where the rubber of your show scuffs along the ground, “Do you want to be my boyfriend?’’ you sigh like you’re relieved.

Steve smiles so damn hard his cheeks ache and his eyes squint. “Yeah.”

You look up at him with bright eyes like a deer and Steve’s breath catches. You’re beautiful. “Yeah?” you echo almost like you’re confused.

“Shit yeah, baby.” He grins and you mirror his face almost immediately. Smiling like a lovesick fool.

You rock back and forth on the balls of your feet all giddy and happy. “Oh my god,” you breathe.

Steve leans forward to wrap his arms under yours and around your back, pulling you close until your chest presses into his. Your face grows warm and you lean up on your tiptoes. He kisses your forehead, all chaste and quick, “Of course I’ll be your boyfriend, baby.”

“Baby,” you repeat under your breath, “You’ve never called me that before.”

“Well, you’re my girlfriend now, I think I’ve gotta call you that.”

You giggle. This time Steve leans down again he kisses you on the lips. It’s not the first time he has, but you still gasp into his mouth. It starts off unsure, your lips slow and gentle and you let out the prettiest little noise under your breath like a hiccup.

Steve pulls away quickly and chuckles when you chase his mouth, “Wait,’’ he stops, pecking your nose quickly, “Am I your first boyfriend?”

You hum a yes.

“How lucky am I?” he chuckles.

“You better live up to expectations.”

“I’ll exceed all expectations. I’ll be the best boyfriend on the planet.”

You don’t doubt him one bit.

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honeysuckleharringtons · 7 months

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just steve harrington being so selfless and not taking time for himself melting into a puddle if the reader or you or y/n (idk which one to put 💀) just asked him if he was okay a lot (I do that 24/7, this is purely self indulgent) and the many times he said yeah and the one time he said no :(

i was originally gonna do a full fic style blurb on this but words have been very hard for me lately so i'm just gonna do a text post about this! hope you don't mind 🫶🏻

warnings: reader is sorta implied to be fem!reader, allusions to steve being treated not so well by his parents as a kid, part of this does mention some upside down violence, tiny mention of food, no use of Y/N, lmk if i missed anything!

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I imagine the first time it happens is probably in gym class when you're younger.

You accidentally hit him right in his pretty lil face with a dodgeball ☹️

And Steve being Steve insists he's okay because "I get hit all the time in basketball and football. I've broken bones and nearly busted my teeth out. A lil dodgeball never hurt anyone."

But you can tell he's hurt.

Whether it's him that's hurt or his bruised ego, you can't really tell.

But some part of him was clearly hurt.

more under the cut!

The second time it happens is when you get paired together for a study group during senior year.

Steve struggles with a lot of subjects, but math is probably his worst.

And it's not like he doesn't want to get better, his parents just never sat down at the table and helped him with anything growing up, and when his nannies told his dad about his report cards, it didn't end very well ☹️

But math is the one he's always had the hardest time with.

So when the two of you get paired to study for the calculus final, you can almost immediately tell he's struggling to understand the questions on the example sheet.

At one point, he just kinda places his head in his hands and groans into his palms.

And you're just kinda like, "Hey, you okay?"

And again, Steve is never one to admit defeat.

"I'll be fine. Can you just help me with question four?"

Surprisingly though, after just a few nights of studying together, you become sort of reluctant allies.

He surprisingly excelled in human biology, which you did not. So, the two of you helped each other where you could.

And then it happened a third time, during the summer after you'd graduated.

Steve had had a rather unsuccessful time trying to flirt with the ladies that often came into Scoops Ahoy.

This day had been no different.

He'd really tried his hardest to get the beautiful ginger in front of you to go with him to the movies on Friday.

But she and her friends just moved along, double-scoop ice cream cones in hand, back to their shopping.

"You good?" you asked, nearly on the verge of laughing, as you stepped up to the counter.

"Oh, yeah, sure," he answered sarcastically. "Just a little bruise to my ego. That was definitely the first time any lady has turned down this beautiful face."

Part of you, though, was hurting. Hurting that, even though you were right in front of him, he'd never bothered to look at you that way.

The fourth time it happened, you really started to question everything you thought you knew about Steve.

Somehow, despite being back in town for a total of two days, you'd gotten roped into something to do with some evil dude named Vecna.

And for once, after everything you'd learned since arriving back in Hawkins for spring break, Steve was the one asking if you were okay.

Also for once, one of you was answering the question truthfully.

However, in the week that followed after, even in the midst of alternate dimensions and weird mutations of bats, you'd learned that Steve might have been causing his previous lady problems on purpose.

And when you saw the painful expression he sported as Nancy Wheeler was reunited with her boyfriend, your own heart shattered all over again.

Still, if there was one thing you were, it was a good friend to Steve.

So, you pulled him aside and asked those three little words.

Steve simply ran a hand through his disheveled hair with a slow nod.

But you could tell he was nearly at the point of breaking.

And the time when he finally answered truthfully, he really did break.

You'd drove with him to the hospital to check up on Max Mayfield, who somehow he'd became friends with despite the age difference.

The room was dead silent, other than the annoying buzzing coming from the lights.

You finally gave him a good once-over as he sat at Max's bedside—his messy hair, his pale face with newly acquired purple spots under his eyes, a small cut under his lip.

And for the first time since you'd known Steve, you watched as tears formed in his eyes.

You were quick to rush over to the other side of the bed, your hand splaying across his back and rubbing soft, small circles against his frame.

"Steve, I know this is a silly question to ask, because we both know the real answer, but seriously, are you okay?"

He knew he couldn't hide. Not any longer. So, he simply let the walls come down, croaking out a small, "No," through his flood of tears.

After crying into your shoulder and allowing himself to finally let go of everything he'd been holding in for all those years, he just simply held you.

Finally, after explaining everything—from the reason why he never told you about the Upside Down, to why he'd used Nancy and all those girls as a distraction from the person he really wanted—he just grabbed your face and kissed you. A sweet and tender kiss, not a desperate or lustful kiss, but a longing one—one he'd waited much too long to give you.

And somehow, even in the midst of all the bad stuff, even in the midst of Steve finally breaking, the two of you could finally find a way to maybe, just maybe, be okay for once. ❤️‍🩹

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fbfh · 2 years

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Jskffjekfns Steve’s bulge....... his poor cock that's massive even when it's soft and big heavy breeder balls are always straining against his jeans, aching to breed, to fill up a tight wet soft cunt over and over and over, to make you as full as possible, and you? You're fucking perfect. He’s never found a more perfect heaven between someone's hips than yours. He fucks into you, trying so hard to hold on, to stay soft and slow and sweet even as he's being overwhelmed with an almost animalistic desire he only gets with you. In a split second he's hiking your leg over his shoulder, rutting into you harder and faster than before. He tries to tease you first, desperately make it seem like your idea. "Want me to fill you up? Huh? You want all of Stevie's cream inside you?" He's panting and he can't keep up the facade for long, and teasing quickly turns into begging and begging and begging, moaning into your mouth and begging you to let him fill you up, begging you to make him a daddy. If you want him to cum earth shatteringly hard, really make it a night to remember, beg him back. Beg him to fill you up, to breed you. Pull his hair and look in his eyes and tell him you love him, you love him so much. He won't even hear you the second time because he'll be moaning too loud. He's hugging you so close to him, absolutely feral with the way he pistons into you, rutting his hips deeper and deeper into yours. You can both feel the little bulge his cock makes in your tummy, and it drives him crazy thinking he's gonna be the one to fuck a baby in there, watch it grow, watch you get all cute and round and pregnant. He fills you up so good, cumming so hard he almost blacks out. He can't believe you're his, that you really do love him as much as he loves you. You’re literally the perfect one for him. He ruminates on this as he kisses you lazily, taking your time coming down for such an intense high. You're gonna carry his babies, all six little harringtons, you're gonna help him take the name from a description for a cold workaholic to a real family name for a real family. You're gonna be a perfect mommy, and he's gonna be the one to make you a mommy, to make you Mrs. Harrington who goes to soccer matches and pta meetings.

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bruisedboys · 1 year

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hi lovely mal! may i humbly request number 38 from list two for knives out? sender joins receiver in the shower with stevie <3 i feel like you’d make it so wonderfully, sickeningly sweet!

ohmygosh I’m so sorry this took me so long to answer babe!!! I kinda had a total brain blank for writing steve it just was not coming to me like I wanted it to. anyways here’s this

summary: steve joins you in the shower. 16+ for non-sexual nudity and suggestive themes (?)

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Steve wakes up from his after-work nap and you’re missing in the space on the bed next to him. Eventually he wakes himself up enough to hear the shower running. He rolls out of bed and trudges across the hall to the bathroom. You’ve left the door open a smidge but he knocks anyway.

“Y/N?”

He hears the shower door being opened and then your voice. “Is that you, Steve? Come in, baby.”

Steve obeys. It’s hard not to. He pushes open the door and is met with a cloud of steam and a rush of sweet smells. The shower door is all clogged up so he only sees the outline of your figure but it makes his heart stutter anyway. You’ve pushed open the door a little and you’re sticking your head out.

“Steve,” you say, beaming. Your wet hair dripping over your face. “Hi, honey. Good sleep?”

Steve blinks. He can’t figure out if he’s woozy because he’s just woken up, or because you’re smiling at him like that. Most likely it’s the latter.

“Y-yeah, it was good,” he stutters, breathless and lovesick as ever.

“Did you want to come in?” You ask softly, your smile sweet as honey. “Plenty of room in here, if you want to.”

Steve nods so fast he almost snaps his neck. He’d be embarrassed but he’s too excited to join you in the shower. Too lovesick from your pretty smile and your bare shoulders peeking out from the shower door.

“Okay,” you beam. “Come on in when you’re ready.”

You shut the shower door and Steve feels like he can breathe again. He strips and makes quick work of it, chucking his work clothes in the hamper on top of yours before padding across the bathroom to the shower. Up close he can see your body even clearer. The dip of your waist. The curve of your hip. Your chest. He can’t imagine how his brain will short circuit when he actually manages to open the door.

“Come in, Stevie,” you call from behind the door. Obviously you’ve seen him standing there, and you’re waiting on him, and Steve’s being a total wuss.

He opens the door and there you are. In all your glory. Completely bare, your body dripping with soapy bubbles and hot water. Steve has to remind himself to breathe. Of course he’s seen you naked before. Plenty of times. It’s just— you’re so—

“You’re beautiful,” he blurts, forgetting to hold his tongue.

You giggle, surprised, and shift on your feet. “What?”

Steve lifts his eyes from where he’d been staring at your chest. Meets your eyes and swallows. “You’re beautiful,” he says again.

“Oh.” You laugh, shocked and a bit lovesick. Not nowhere as much as Steve. But pretty close. “Thanks, Steve,” you say sheepishly. “Now come on, you’re letting all the steam out.”

You grab his wrist with damp fingers and pull him in, reaching around him to shut the door. In the small space your bodies are close. So close your hip grazes Steve’s stomach. The hot water sprays over him and he’s so busy feeling all the points of contact between you and him that he barely feels it.

“Hot enough?” You ask, oblivious to his distraction.

“Yeah,” Steve says, breathless. “Perfect.”

“Good.” Your hands find his waist and you manoeuvre him until he’s directly under the spray. Steve’s stomach does a triple backflip at your touching, his heart pounding so hard he’s sure you can hear it.

He watches get on your tiptoes to grab your conditioner from the caddy, your pretty back to him. His eyes roam over the slip of your shoulders and then your spine. His gaze is lower than appropriate when you hold the bottle over your shoulder and glance back at him. His eyes snap to yours.

“Will you do my conditioner for me?” You ask.

Steve looks at you. Your beautiful body and your shiny hair and your bright smile. How could he ever say no to that?

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staygoldwriting · 8 months

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💌 To the Steve I Loved Before: Part 5

A Steve Harrington TATBILB!AU fic

Parts 1-4 on my masterlist!

Summary: Y/N has written love letters to get over her deepest crushes. What happens when Steve Harrington gets his hands on her letter to him?

Disclaimer: This is inspired by the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before series by Jenny Han! I have used none of her characters, but have only used the premise of a love letter in the wrong hands.

Word count: ~1200

Warnings: None, just fluff!

A/N: I'M STILL HERE!!! 🎉 I have been gone for so long and I'm SO SORRY!! I started my new job, and it's taken all of my time 😢 But I'm finally back, and I hope you guys love this next chapter! I will try my best to get another part out soon 💕Also, I know I keep teasing the letter, but know that I wrote it before anything else, so it'll be out in a couple chapters 👀Please let me know what you think, and, as always, please show love and support! ❤️✨

“Y/N?”

You were staring blankly at Steve as he waved his hand in front of your face. You snapped back into reality and looked at him.

“Sorry, okay, you said seven for pizza at your place?” you said quickly.

“Eight, but Y/N, did you write me--”

“Gotta go, Steve, see you!” you said, then rushed away before he could finish his question. As you sped walked to the front of the mall, Robin was waiting for you, shaking her head.

“What have you done?” she asked, chuckling.

“I don’t wanna talk about it, let’s just go,” you said, not stopping as you walked past her.

-💌-

You sat at your desk, bouncing your knee up and down, planning and panicking in your mind. Robin was laying on your bed, her head hanging off the edge as she scrunched her face up in concentration.

“So,” she started, “you’re going to pretend to date Steve Harrington.”

“...Yep,” you said, squinting at the wall.

“Well, you’re going to need some ground rules,” Robin said, looking at you.

“Ground rules?”

“Yeah, so you guys are clear on this little game you’re playing.”

“I don’t think we need rules, Rob. We’re not even actually dating.”

“Are you gonna kiss him?”

“What? No!” you said, your heart beating quickly.

“Okay, then how are you gonna make your relationship believable?” Robin asked, flipping herself onto her stomach.

“I mean, I don’t know,” you said.

“Well, you should definitely kiss him,” Robin said. “First of all, no one would ever believe you two are dating if you don't kiss at least once in public. Second of all, it looked like you both enjoyed it quite a bit,” she smirked. You threw a stuffed animal at her.

“Bite your tongue, Buckley!” you yelled, trying not to laugh.

“You’re blushing!” she yelled victoriously.

“Am not! I mean, yeah, he’s cute or whatever, but that doesn’t subtract from the fact that he’s a class A jerk,” you pointed out.

“I don’t know, you might be surprised,” Robin said, sitting up. “I think all the rejections he’s gotten at Scoops have bruised his ego enough for him to actually have mappable humility.”

“Steve? Humble? I’ll believe it when I see it,” you chuckled.

“Well, keep me posted. I think you guys should both visit each other at work, but make it look natural since you haven’t done that before. Ease into it. Second, you have to make him drive us all around.”

“Us?” you smirked.

“I have to benefit from this somehow,” Robin smiled. “Anyways, third, you guys have to go to the Fourth of July carnival together.”

“We won’t be together then. Eddie will forget about the letter far before that,” you objected.

“Just stick with me,” Robin said. “Lastly, and most importantly, do not fall for him.”

“Rob, we’re not in a John Hughes movie, I’m not going to-”

“Stick with me,” Robin repeated. “Don’t rule anything out. After all, you did write him a letter, right?”

“We’re not talking about that,” you said quickly.

“Well, the truth’s gonna come out someday,” Robin said. “In the meantime, it’s 7:45. Prince Charming awaits.”

-💌-

You knocked on Steve’s front door, and he opened it, smiling at you brightly.

“Hey, fake girlfriend,” he smirked. “Looking good tonight.” You scoffed at him, trying to hide your blush.

“Can I come in?” you asked, trying to change the subject.

“Come on in,” Steve said, moving from the doorframe. “Go ahead and sit anywhere,” Steve said, motioning to the living room.

“Sounds good to me,” you said, sitting on the couch. Steve sat down, facing you. You smiled at him awkwardly, then he opened the pizza box.

“Dig in,” he said. You nodded in thanks, then grabbed a slice.

“So,” he smiled, taking a bite.

“So,” you repeated, nodding.

“You like Eddie, and now we have to date?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess you could phrase it that way,” you chuckled. “I’m sorry I got you mixed up in this, Steve.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, his mouth full of pizza. “What are friends for?”

“We’re still friends?” you asked weakly, making Steve look at you in disbelief.

“Of course we’re still friends, Y/N, why wouldn’t we be?” he said, looking at you confused, his mouth still full.

“I don’t know,” you whispered. “You became so popular, and we stopped hanging out.”

That doesn’t mean I don’t want to be your friend anymore,” Steve said, wiping his mouth and looking at you in concern.

“It sure feels that way,” you whispered, making Steve look at you sadly.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly.

“Don’t be,” you replied. “Anyway, we have some planning to do,” you said, trying to move on. You looked up at Steve, who was gazing at you.

“Um,” you said, trying to break eye contact, “Robin had some recommendations to help our relationship look believable,” you said, looking back at him. “She says we should kiss at least once a day in public.”

“Are you sure you can survive with just one Harrington kiss a day?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes at him, fighting a laugh.

“She also said we should visit each other at work, and that you should drive me around, and Robin too.”

“Hm. So now Robin gets a free ride to work every day and also sees her best friend every time she has a shift. Makes me wonder who this is really benefiting,” he smirked.

“Well, do you have any rules in mind?” you asked, and Steve tapped his chin.

“Will you come to family dinners with me? Maybe with you there I can actually get through a conversation with my father. And we should go to the movies and stuff, make our relationship really public. Stuff we used to do, you know? We’ll just kiss when we do it.”

“I guess that works for me,�� you said. “Is there anything we shouldn't do?”

“Well, I'll stop flirting with the girls at work, and you'll have to stop drooling over Munson,” he shrugged. “Other than that, I don't think I have anything else.”

“I haven't been drooling over Eddie,” you defended.

“Well, then start drooling over me,” Steve said, mocking your tone. “Oh, and we should go to the Fourth of July carnival together,” he said.

“Robin said the same thing, but I don't think we'll still be doing this plan then, will we?”

“Well, we don’t have to be together to go,” Steve pointed out.

“I guess so,” you said.

“Did Robin say anything else?” he asked.

“Yeah, she said we shouldn’t fall in love with each other,” you chuckled.

“I’ll try my hardest,” he smirked, winking at you.

“Alright then, I think that covers it. We’ll hang out after work, I’ll go to family dinners with you, we’ll kiss each other once a day-”

“But more is always welcome,” Steve winked, making you groan. “And I’ll take you and Robin to work, and, when the time comes, we’ll go to the carnival, all while not falling in love. Sounds simple enough,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, totally easy,” you joked. “Deal?” you asked, holding out your hand.

“Hm,” Steve said, his smirk returning. “I'll do this all on one condition,”

“Okay, what is that?” you asked tiredly.

“You have to let me read my letter.”

-💌-

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jamdoughnutmagician · 9 months

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Thinking about Steve who takes you to meet his parents for the first time. You're sitting next to him at the dining table in the Harrington's house trying to be nice and respectable to his parents, because as cliché as it might be, you really want his parents to like you. However, Steve is nothing if not a teasing menace. His large hand drifts under the table to find its way in the exposed skin of your knee under the short skirt of your dress. His fingers inching higher and higher up your thigh, until he's slyly pulling your panties aside and slipping one of his thick fingers inside you. He turns to look at you, he even has the audacity to playfully smirk at you, before slowly drawing his finger in and out of you at a steady pace that has you desperately trying to suppress your moans. Nevertheless he is relentless and won't be happy until he feels you squeezing against his finger as you come.

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ghostlyfleur · 4 months

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𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬.

fluff ౨ৎ angst ♤ smut ♡

steve’s weird girl (ditzy!luna lovegood!reader) ౨ৎ

stevie’s oral fixation (fem!reader) ౨ৎ ♡

tickles (innocent!crybaby!reader) daddy!steve ౨ৎ ♡

messy (sub!crybaby!reader) daddy!steve ౨ৎ ♡

dreamers au:

dreamers au (shy!soft!reader) barista!lumberjack!steve ౨ৎ

barista!lumberjack!steve thoughts

#fairy writes #steve harrington (harmo’s version)#steve harrington drabbles

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hornyhornyhimbos · 1 year

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i just think steve would have a size kink, yk?

18+ obvi, petite!AFAB!reader, belly bulging because hello???, nicknames (baby, little girl 🤭) 0.8K words

steve could not get past how small you were. but he'd be lying if he said he didn't absolutely love it.

sure, he loved it in a soft sense. he loved seeing how small your fingers were when they were interlaced with his. he loved watching you desperately climb onto the counters and try to reach things, claiming you didn't need his help, only for him to grab whatever it was you needed, holding back a string of chuckles.

but almost more importantly, he loved how small you were underneath him. he loved hovering his large body over yours, seeing how much smaller you looked in that position.

you lay on your back, his ever so giant chest hovering over your tiny body, one of his hands big enough to hold the majority of both your breasts. "look at you, baby," he whispered, leaving a couple of open-mouthed kisses on the dip of your collarbone. "look so pretty beneath me."

"ahhh," you breathed out, one of your tiny hands tugging longingly at the hair on his nape. "s-steve."

"hmm?" he hummed in question, not bothering to remove his lips from your dewy skin.

"please," you begged, your soft voice only making you that much smaller. "need you."

he trailed his lips from your collarbone, up your neck, and ending on your lips for a delicate kiss, treating your petite body like a fragile, fine china. "how? tell me how you need me."

"need you inside me," you answered, your lips falling into an open 'o' as he suckled a soft spot underneath your ear.

he chuckled, his mind boggled by the fact that someone so dainty could be so needy for something so big. he removed his pants and boxers with speed, his cock practically begging to be deep inside your cunt.

he took the waistband of your panties between his teeth, sliding them down your legs agonizingly slowly. you whined as cool air overtook your pussy, making you clench around nothing.

he teased your entrance with the tip of his dick, only prompting you to release a soft whimper. "steve, please."

he slowly slid into you, barely pushing the mushroom head in before you gasped. "ohhhh," you managed to get out, your small hands gripped tightly on his large shoulders.

he grunted, attempting to push more of himself in. "so tight f'me, baby."

you lifted your hips, desperate to take more of his giant cock. "please, need more," you pouted, moving your hands to his hips and pulling him closer to you.

he pushed himself further inside you, watching as your stomach expanded to make room for him. "look at that, baby. my cock splitting you open? too big for you?"

you shook your head, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip as you held back whimpers. your eyes screwed shut as he finally bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against your ass as he gave you time to adjust.

he took one of your hands in his, guiding your tiny palm down to your belly, laying it flat across your bare skin. "feel that, baby?" he asked, and you swear his dick twitched on cue. "so small compared to me, huh? having to make extra room just to fit my cock?"

he slowly slid out of you, but your hand didn't move. his dick moving in and out of you felt mesmerizing. you could've traced the head of it if he'd given you time to.

he brushed against your cervix, and you nearly came right then and there. "stevestevesteve," you chanted, like a mantra that constantly needed repeating.

he pushed impossibly further into you, groaning an absolutely filthy noise into the air, his hair sticking to his forehead as his head fell. "God, you're beautiful."

he removed himself one last time, and you nearly cried at the empty feeling he'd left you with. once more, he pushed back in, your orgasm washing over you as he did so. "fuuuuck, steeeeve," you screamed out, your legs wrapping so tightly around his waist that you weren't sure they wouldn't leave bruises on him in the morning.

his large hands grasped at your delicate love handles, chasing down his own high. a couple of sloppy thrusts later, his seed spilled into you, trickling out of your precious little cunt.

he fell onto you softly, making sure not to put too much pressure on your absolutely spent body. your breasts rose and fell as you attempted to catch your breath, your hands snaking into his hair as his own chest did the same above you.

a few silent minutes passed before he pulled out of you, and immediately you missed him, missed the full feeling he provided you with.

he stepped into the bathroom, bringing back a washcloth to clear you of his spend. "deep breaths, baby. gonna clean you up, ok?"

you nodded, watching as his hand covered the entirety of your cunt. "shitshitshit," tumbled from your tongue as he wiped up the white liquid that spilled down your legs.

he left a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh before licking a small stripe up your core. "you're my little girl, aren't you? my tiny little thing?"

"always," you answered. "only yours, stevie. only steve's little girl."

-> taglist: @writer-in-theory @esoltis280 @liberhoe @dungeons-are-too-cold

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toomanybandstocare · 9 months

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Hey bestie ❤️ for your birthday celebration, can I please request a "Midsummer Dance" with our boy Steve?? I could use a playlist to vibe with in the car and think fluffy thoughts 🙈

2 more days!! (Cuz it's after midnight now lol)

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. - Midsummer Dance

Small playlist for a character and/or trope. @staygoldwriting requested a car ride that's just full of smiles and love with the resident heartthrob. Thank you for celebrating with me bestie <3

Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN! Reader

Counselor Notes: I tried to imagine which songs the two of you would sing along to at the top of your lungs as he drove you to your first day at your new job hehe <3 He would want to remind you how much care for you and try to get you to relax however he could.

-> Celebration Announcement Post <- -> Celebration Masterlist <- -> Camp Upside Down Masterlist <-

-Head Over Heels (Tears for Fears)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

I’m lost in admiration, could I need you this much? // Oh, you’re wasting my time // You’re just, just, just, wasting time // Something happens and I’m head over heels //

-No Surrender (Bruce Springsteen)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

I can feel my heart begin to pound // You say you’re tired and you just want to close your eyes // And follow your dreams // Well, we made a promise we swore we’d always remember // No retreat, baby, no surrender //

-Listen to Your Heart (Roxette)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

The scent of magic, the beauty that’s been // When love was wilder than the wind // Listen to your heart // When he’s calling for you //

-All My Love (Led Zeppelin)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

Should I fall out of love, my fire in the night // To chase a feather in the wind // Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight // There moves a thread that has no end // For many hours and days that pass ever soon //

-Your Song (Elton John)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

This is your song // It may be quite simple, but // Now that it's done // I hope you don't mind // I hope you don't mind that I put down in words // How wonderful life is while you're in the world //

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taintedcigs · 3 months

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thigh-riding with steve. bc i can’t stop thinking about him and he’s the cutest and i luv him okay bye <3

warnings: thigh riding. dom!steve kinda? kinda degrading, kinda praises, nicknames and allll that <3

MINORS DNI!!!!!!

you hated, scratch that, loathed, when steve had to work over hours. strapped to his desk, head not even getting up from whatever paper work he had that week.

especially, when you were this desperate and horny, just needing a sweet release, needing his cock inside of you, stretching you out fully. yet, he barely paid any attention to you, all you got from him was yes and no answers and a few grunts, making you huff.

so when you begged him to let you ride his thigh while he was doing his work, you never expected a yes, and a low groan of “c’mere.” as he pulls you omto his lap, and you’re quick to straddle his thigh.

“you’re being the biggest fuckin’ brat right now, sweetheart, and i’m not in the mood, so get yourself off and shut up, yea?” you nod swiftly, and your hands are quick to wrap around the nape of his hair, your head lulling to the croon of his neck while you quietly grind yourself on his thigh, whimpers muffled as he doesn’t pay any mind to you.

and of course you’re not wearing any panties under your thight skirt, just to get him riled up more, and he can feel your wetness soaking his sweatpants, making him let out quiet grunts. he tries to ignore it, but his cock stirs at how desperate and pathetic your mewls are, and how good you look straddling his thigh, your warmth covering him.

his cock aches in his boxers, and he knows he can’t focus any longer because you’re so fucking perfect like this and judging by the way you keep slowing down he knows you can’t even get yourself off without him.

“look at you,” he coos, his rough hands wrapping around you, “poor baby… can’t even get yourself off, can you?” he mocks with a slight huff, and you’re quick to nod, doe-eyed gaze begging for more from him.

“you need me to make you cum, isn’t that right?” he hums, pushing his leg up into you as you’re quick to clench around his thick thighs.

with a bruising hold on your hips, he guides you back and forth, his knee jerking up in rhythm to create the perfect amount of friction and pressure on your clit that has you pathetically whining for him.

the quiet “stevie!” that leaves your lips making him moan, bulge pressing tighter against his uncomfortable boxers. he knows you’re close, and he wants nothing more than to give his pretty girl what she wants, what she needs.

“you gonna cum for me honey, hmm?” he grunts, pressing his knee harder into you, making you cry out as you nod frantically. “jesus fuckin’ christ, look at you, cryin’ out, fuckin’ my thigh… such a desperate slut for me aren’t ya, baby?” his smirk grows wider, cockier.

“p—please stevie,” is all you can manage to let out, tear-streaked eyes begging for some release, making him pout.

“go ahead, honey. cum for me. make a mess on my thighs,” he growls into your ear, leaving wet kisses all over the shell of your neck, his flexed thigh rubbing more and more into your clit, and that sweet, sweet spot, making you let out a loud moan of his mame.

pleasure washes over you so quickly that your body feels limb, back arching, and your cunt pulsates around his leg, making a mess on his thigh, all filthy and making him proud.

“such a good girl f’me, now lay down on the desk and let me clean you up, honey.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington blurbs #steve harrington drabbles

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mayfieldss · 5 months

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Secret santa - send in a Christmas themed concept / prompt and a character, and i'll write a short fic for you. (Please specify whether you want the dynamic to be romantic or platonic)

EVA HI, HELLO, I DONT THINK I'VE EVER FORMALLY REQUESTED A FIC FROM YOU!?! BUT BUT BUT, i've been thinking about a steve x reader (romantic) where they're already in a relationship, and maybe he comes over to her place and she's already begun baking christmas cookies and she's lowkey a little bit of a mess but steve just finds it so so endearing and cute and it's just all so domestic fluff!! (i've been listening to new religion by the heydaze if u wanna use that for inspo too!!)

mwah mwah ilyyy <33

EEEEEEEEKKKK YES GIRL

The door was wide open when Steve got there, which worried him as he stepped over the threshold to your place. He could smell it all first, the warm scent of fresh baked goods wafting his way as he called out your name.

"Anybody home?" he shouts out to the warm house, windows flung wide in a similar way to the door.

"In here!" your call comes from the kitchen, Steve following your voice and the smell of cookies as he makes his way through your house. He's used to being here by now, and knows where everything is supposed to be as though he lives here himself. He doesn't, but he wants to.

"woah, that's a lot of flour." Steve's voice makes you turn, and he sees you mixing together what he can only guess to be a batch of cookie dough. Your cheeks are dusted with flour and spices, and your hair has pieces of red and green icing attached to it. It's truly the best thing Steve has ever seen.

"I'm baking." you say so matter-of-factly, as you place down the bowl on the counter, dusting off your hands.

"I can see that." Steve takes a step forward into the kitchen, minding his step as he leans in for a hello kiss. "Getting into the Christmas spirit?" the question has an obvious answer as Steve slides an arm around your waist. He brings a hand up to your cheek to wipe away some of the flour as you nod.

"I'm making Christmas cookies for the party—I thought they'd like it after everything."

"Are you getting any of the ingredients in the bowl?" Steve is grinning ear to ear, "Because it looks like you're decorating yourself more than these cookies."

You slap him lightly on the arm and move away to pick up your bowl again. You're ready to roll the batch of dough out and you turn the container upside down to dump the dough onto a tray. It makes a thumping sound, spraying more flour back up at you in protest. You swat it away with your free hand, eyes half closed.

"Hey, be careful. You don't want to make a mess." Steve says it as a joke, considering the disaster of a kitchen he's standing in right at that moment, and you turn to him with a half smile. You're still squinting, and Steve can only assume you've got something in your eye.

"C'mere," Steve steps up to help you, grabbing a cloth from the counter to wipe your face. You only laugh and try to push him away, but that doesn't stop Steve from wanting to help.

"Just let me get some of the icing out of your hair!" He's almost chasing you round the kitchen, hopelessly following you like a puppy.

"I'm fine, Steve." You've pulled out a large expanse of cookie cutters from a draw, and you heave them up onto the bench like they weigh more than you do.

"I know you're fine, and I love that you've turned yourself into the Pillsbury doughboy but can you just let me help?" He gives you the sweetest look, and he's so genuine that you can't help but nod.

"Fine, but we're not making star shaped cookies. They're not Christmassy enough."

"Understood." Steve can't help the grin that has crept onto his face, and he's so glad to know you. He's also glad that he's the one man with the pleasure of kissing you, so he does. He kisses you softly in the middle of the kitchen, and your lips really do taste like sugar, spice and everything nice.

I hope you like it Amber!

join the celebration here!!

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss @hiya-itsamber @s00buwu

STRANGER THINGS TAGLIST: @buckys2thicc @browneyes528

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cosmal · 2 years

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KINKTOBER DAY ONE — BREEDING WITH STEVE HARRINTON

*:･ﾟkinktober masterlist

*:･ﾟsummary — steve harrington loves to cum in you. keep every last drop inside.

*:･ﾟwarnings/tags — fem!reader, she/her pronouns, unprotected sex, p in v

*:･ﾟword count — 1.3k

Heady cologne and fresh linen, something like lavender scented laundry detergent, and the musk of sex is enough to have you dizzied with your face pressed into Steve’s mattress. Your back is arched, only held up enough by Steve’s meaty palms, the swell of flesh dips between his fingers. You suspected if his grip weren’t rugged, and so strong, you’d struggle to keep yourself held in the air.

“St…’’ His name dies on your lips, swallowed by another strangled moan. Each time there’s a thwap in the air, you want to tell him how good it feels, tell him how amazing he is, but all you can manage is a moan. A high-pitched noise that you know he loves.

“Feel good, baby?” A nickname you know all too well in the constraints of his bedroom when you’re stripped down to nothing. His voice is rugged, strained with rasp and want.

“Good,” You whimper. He rocks in again.

“Fuck you’re so pretty. This cunt is so pretty.” He ruts in to punctuate his words.

“Again?” You ask, no plead, and why would he so no to a cunt and a pretty girl like that? So he pushes in, again, just how you like.

“You feel okay?” He asks.

Your face rubs against his bed in what you hope looks like a nod. His sheets are expensive and feel like silk against your red cheeks. Your hair bunches beneath the weight of your head and Steve releases one side of your hips to reach down and brush it away from where it’s stuck to your sweaty face.

When he bends, his pelvis presses into your ass and he’s hitting a different spot against your spongy walls. You feel warped around him like you’d be moulded.

Your arm reaches forwards above your head to grab at his pillow. “So, so good, Stevie.” You’re so fucked out, it’s all you can manage. There are so many thoughts and praises in your mind but there’s not a lot you can force past your wet lips.

He pushes in further in his new position and you fall further into the bed, expected to be embossed with the wrinkles of his sheets when you finish. He hoists one leg up, foot flat against the bed to hit in further, and the other dangles over the edge.

You keen and moan, feeling there’s no deeper he could go but proves you wrong with every hard thrust. “Fuck, so tight.” He groans, words disrupted by pants. You can hear the clench in his jaw.

You want nothing but to spur him on, wanting nothing more than to be full of him, “Harder, Steve. Please. Please.”

“Yeah?” He says and his movements don’t flag. Not a single falter. You envy but also detest his stamina. He pushes in, harder than all the others and you gargle into his bed. “Like that?”

“Like. Uh-huh. Like that, baby,”

His hands come around to squeeze the dough of your ass, squeezing harder as it bounces against his frame. He pulls you back onto him, fucks you onto him when he can tell you’re struggling to meet his movements. Your knees ache and your legs quiver and you’re thankful he’s there holding you.

You clench around him as to say, thanks baby, and he groans. A low, grunt in the back of his throat. “So full.” You mewl, trying your best to circle your hips, “So, so full,’ You echo, though this time it’s much quieter and hard to be heard over Steve’s moans.

He pulls you back onto him again, “You feel fucking amazing. Fuck.”

You were an absolute mess, wet dribbling down your legs and when you reach down to circle your clit, your fingers slip and struggle to find purchase. Steve tuts at your lazy movements and swats your hand away to replace it with his own.

He sets a pace with his hand and cock, slowing to become shallow and sharp. Rocking in and before he even pulls halfway out, snaps back in and it pulls the prettiest noises from you. You can feel a warmth building and with his double ministrations, you expect it to bleed through your body soon.

Just like you expected. He thrusts in no more than five more times and says, “Cum, baby.” and you do. You slide down the bed until you’re flat, arms bent above your head. You squeeze and twitch around his cock and try to push your knees together as he rides you through it.

You think you can hear praises in the air but your ears are muffled like they're cotton-filled and all you can think about is how swollen he feels inside you.

You feel his cock twitch inside you as you clench your pulpy walls around him. He stutters and bends over you to press his abdomen to your lower back, his breathy moans break the barrier around your head and he sounds heavenly.

You lay there, rocking into the bed and you turn your head down to look at him. Watch as his abs clench, “Gonna cum in me, baby?” You ask, eyes wet at the corners, glistening like your bitten lips.

He looks up at you, “You want me to?” He rasps. You wished you could capture his sex-drunk voice on record. Sear it into your mind.

“Please. Please.” You beg, raising your ass as if to say, I’m ready. Do it.

“Yeah?” You can tell he’s close. Relishing in the feeling of his ruddy cock as it pushes in and twitches harder. You feel so overwhelmed and sensitive. “Want me to fill this pretty pussy up? Make her all full, hmm?”

You bat your eyelashes and bite your lip in what you're hoping is your most seductive face. You think it works as he groans out. “Please, baby.”

“Fill you up with my babies.” He groans and his words strain as you feel him come undone. Spurting inside you as you milk him for every last drop. Clenching and swivelling against him as he stills. Both arms are beside you to hold himslef up, making sure he keeps everything inside.

When he stops twitching, balls empty and drained completely. He pulls out gently, sitting back on his haunches as you keen at the sudden empty feeling. One you’d never get used to after sex. A stark contrast to how deep he had felt only minutes earlier.

You watch him as he looks at your swollen, fluttering pussy. As cum dribbles out when you clench. You snake an arm underneath your stomach to reach down between the apex of your thighs. Spread your folds with your fingers before you curl them to push the seeping cum back inside you.

You hold his gaze as you swivel and fuck yourself on your hand, fingers as deep as they can go. He groans, completely in awe as you mewl and your eyes flutter closed. He pushes your hand away and you sigh lightly.

Leaning forward with his softening cock in his hand to push down your slit to the bump of your clit, you jolt forward with a whimper before he slides down to collect everything you’d missed and push it back inside.

He pulls out once more and falls down next to you, spent and fucked out. You lay a hand across his chest and he snakes his own down your back and over the swell of your ass to give it a light squeeze.

“How was that?” He murmurs, voice strained even more now.

You chuckle, voice as soft as his palm now feels against your skin. Worse than before, “I thought I almost passed out when I came. Couldn’t see.”

Steve laughs too, “So it was good?”

“Did you just hear what I said?”

He gives you another squeeze, “I’m glad you had fun.”

You sigh, “Did you have fun? Was I good?”

Steve grins so wide you’d think his face would split, “Fucking amazing baby. I fucking love you.”

gif werewolfsteve !

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familyvideowithsteve · 2 years

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This maybe cliche but what about fluff prompt 29. "You can say what you want about how you look, but [character]’s jaw literally dropped when they saw you, so clearly something is working." for Steve Harrington and Henderson!reader where Dustin's being a good baby brother and reassuring his sister?

Hi! Thank your sending that in, I loved doing it!

warnings: body insecurity, bad thoughts

word count: 1.5k - I got carried away!

The year 86 was definitely in people's minds for how crazy it had gotten.

The following months after the opening of the portals, Hawkins had suddenly taken the image of a survivalist movie.

When it was all over, the remaining months of school were delayed, which meant prom night too. Normally, events like those were separated for each year students, but not this year.

After so much chaos, it was decided to get together the students, to encourage a good moment, a well deserved good moment between the teens.

For Y/n, Nancy, Robin and Eddie graduating it felt like a very well deserved moment of peace and the occasion to reunite to have fun.

And to be able to have the kids with them, it gave them another reason to reunite, not caring about other people's opinions, they chose to all go together as one big group, and of course they've invited Steve.

He was the one to get Dustin and his sister, Y/n, he appeared on their doorstep early. The poor boy was so nervous, he knew Dustin was aware of his feelings for his sister, but he hadn't made a move yet, always so nervous to do anything.

He took some time escaping his car, his fingers slightly shaking on the handle of his car. He felt so ridiculous being so nervous.

He made his way over to the front door, knocking lightly, he exhaled loudly, his breath shaky.

On the other side of the door lived two completely different moods.

Dustin was done getting ready, excited for this night.

He had a baby blue suit, wasn't wearing a tie or a bow tie, a white shirt underneath. He wore his hair as he usually did, with a small piece falling on his forehead.

He had heard Steve's knocks, heading towards his sister's room he knocked softly, "Steve's here, Y/n, are you ready?"

Sitting in front of her dressing table, she looked at her reflection, the sparkles on her eyelids, the color of her dress. Her heels. She felt so out of place, still unsure of going.

Dustin opened the door to let Steve in, the teen grinned at him, and sarcastically commented, "Look at you! You actually made an effort!" Steve was not amused.

"Me? Look at you? Not even a bow tie? Or a tie? And your hair, you didn't do anything with it?" Steve responded back, trying to get his hands on Dustin's but he backed away.

Hearing Steve in her living room, her nervousness picked, her hands traced her stomach anxiously, and the rabid, insecure thoughts raced harder in her mind.

She hadn't heard Dustin's second knocks, asking her if he could get in, with no answer he opened the door slowly, a pair of curious -and worried- eyes looked at her.

She stood up rapidly, putting on a somewhat convincing fake smile, walking towards her brother but he saw right through the lies.

"Yeah, I'm alright, I'm ready, I was lost in my thoughts sorry," she softly told him, stepping out of her bedroom to join him.

Steve caught a hold of her voice first, curiously he stepped towards her room, he stopped abruptly when be saw her.

Completely in awe he couldn't say anything, a hand through his hair, nervously. He swallowed down his saliva, he felt a knot in his stomach.

Dustin had seen his face, a soft grin appearing on his lips, Steve and his sister truly had no idea how deep in love they were, he looked back at his sister.

She smiled at them, shyly raising her hand to say Hi to Steve. But she looked so nervous, so scared, she unconsciously put her hand back on stomach and gulped down.

"You- You look good," Steve found the courage to speak up, stuttering a bit on his words.

"As you do," she whispered.

Dustin cleared his throat, looked back at Steve, "Why don't you wait for us in the car, we'll be right next after you?"

He nodded, a small lips on his lips and he walked towards the car.

"What's wrong?" Dustin whispered, he knew his sister so well, he knew something was wrong.

"Nothing."

"Don't bullshit me, I'm missing collarbones not eyes."

They intensely looked at one other, she knew Dustin would not drop it, so after a few seconds she breathed out.

"I don't feel like going. I feel.. so out of place in this dress and I look ridiculous. I thought I would have the time to be thinner, slimmer, but I didn't, and.. my stomach is sticking out. I look so ridiculous," the more she went on the more Dustin's eyebrows furrowed.

"I know society's primitive concepts of life wants you to be slimmer, thinner or whatever but listen to me, it's bullshit. You look so good. Steve would agree. He did as a matter of fact!"

"No! Good is not perfect!"

"Y/n, you can say what you want about how you look, but Steve’s jaw literally dropped when he saw you, so clearly something is working."

She didn't look convinced at all, he stepped towards her, raised his hands to hold her arms so she was facing him.

"Listen, you're my sister, you fought monsters, and literally saved the world with us more than once, you are so brave. I think I have the coolest sister. And the way your body looks does not matter," he paused, he wanted to convince her so badly that her worth wasn't based on her physical appearance.

"Okay..," she whispered again, breathing out shakily.

"And you know, I've known Steve for quite some time, I've seen him with girls, he's never been so intimidated. He's into you. And it's so obvious."

"Dustin, don't play with my hormones like that, you know I get moody easily, " she warned.

"I'm serious. Just wait. Or do the first move. You'll see I was right. Are you feeling okay?"

She nodded hesitantly, but then started smiling at him, he was the best little brother on earth.

"Yeah, I am. You're the best, Dustin, thank you," he smiled back at her, they hugged for a few seconds.

"I love you, big Gremlins," Dustin said, using an old nickname they both used for one another, his chin resting on her shoulder, he felt the vibrations of her laughter through her chest.

"I love you, too, little Gremlins," she laughed as they both broke the hug, Dustin laughing too, she then asked "shall we go?" and he nodded back.

Hours laters, drinks of virgin punch in, a few disco and rock songs, and some group dancing later, the first notes of a slow dance rung in the gym.

Robin paired with Vicky, Y/n's heart was beaming at the two, turning to Nancy and inviting her to dance. With a laugh she took her hand and the girls were off to the dance floor.

Steve felt a bit odd, out of place standing next to Eddie, who was smiling at the girls, he knew it was totally as friends she had taken Nancy to dance, laughing together as Y/n spun her around.

Eddie's gaze fell on Steve shortly after, and his smile grew wider, "Invite her," said the metalhead.

"No, she's.. she's with Nancy."

"Invite her," said Dustin, who had appeared next to them.

In the meantime Y/n was looking at Steve from her dance partner's shoulder, the poor boy was lost, Nancy followed her glance and caught a look at Steve. He was so confused, he looked like a lost puppy.

"Go," Nancy said, making them stop, smiling at her.

Y/n's fingers detached from her hands, shooting her a grin as she walked towards Steve, her heels clicking on the floor, her heart pounding loudly in her chest.

He didn't expect to find Y/n in front of him, a hand towards him, "Wanna dance with me?" she asked, looking at him so intensely.

Her brother and Eddie first looked at Y/n then at Steve, smiling at the pair. Tension built inside as he seemed to take so long to decide and she started to feel the rejection coming her way.

But he laced his fingers with her and walked towards the dancefloor with her.

Hands around her waist, fingertips burning against her sides, she could feel his touch through the satin of her dress.

Her own hands were around his arms, fingertips against his shoulder blades through his grey suit.

"You look so breathtaking, Y/n" he murmured softly in her ear, she smiled, and broke a little out of his hold, her eyes were so luminous, with all the lights it looked like stars in her eyes.

"You're not so bad yourself, Harrington," she grinned through mid-sentence, her eyes traveling from his lips to his irises. Beaming with lights just like her.

She wanted to kiss him so bad, and he was right there. So close.

She looked at his eyes one last time, her hands left their place to hold his cheeks gently, she brought his face to her's and put her lips on his, tenderly.

He tightened his hold on her waist, and put more strength into the kiss.

Separating to breathe some air, they both giggled.

She could almost hear Dustin's voice in the back of her head telling her, "I told you so!"

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