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Clear Intentions

Characters:

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary:

You're clearly in love with Steve Harrington, but the only thing that confuses you is whether he feels the same way or not.

Warning:

Fluff

A/N:

This is my first time to write a Steve Harrington Fanfic so I hope you all like this one. Xoxo!

They say that Steve Harrington is nothing but just a pretty face, while some say that he's too good for anyone, and there's another hearsay that he's still not over Nancy Wheeler. But those bullshits are not enough reasons for you not to like him, even fall in love with him.

So why did you fall for him? It's because he showed you nothing but kindness and goodness ever since the two of you became partners in Biology class.

Exactly five months ago, you and Steve had the same class and you got partnered with him.

At first, you hated the idea of being his partner, knowing that he's the King Steve of the school. You hated his guts. But when Nancy broke his heart and chose to be with Jonathan, Steve Harrington changed.

Steve became quiet and you would always see him sad or lonely even though he is with his friends. One time when you and one of your friends watched basketball practice, you saw him fell down on the floor, causing him to break his ankles.

Nobody knew about his injury, Steve acted like he's okay but when you watched him walking towards the locker room, you saw him having a hard time walking straight. So you excused yourself from your friend and followed Steve. You offered to bring him to the hospital, but he was too stubborn. You kept on telling him that he should be treated in the hospital but he had a breakdown in front of you.

That was the first time you saw him so fragile and so broken. He was punching the door of his locker as he kept on saying that he is such a failure, that no one will ever stay by his side because he's a complete asshole. You had no idea what to do to comfort Steve Harrington.

You sat down in front of crying Steve and held his hands, "People can hurt you, they can leave you, but you have to remember that the only person who should never hurt and leave you is yourself," you remember telling him that. It took you some time before you could finally convince him to be brought to the hospital. It was a good thing that you two were able to get out of the locker room before Steve's teammates got back from their practice.

You were the one who took care of him, you gave him the notes he needed when he was staying at home for the fast recovery of his injury. There were times when he'd order pizza just for the two of you. There were also times when he's gonna ask you to stay so you could watch a movie with him or just listen to his cassettes. You were his friend. And you thought that you won't be his friend anymore once he got back to school, but that's not what happened.

The time of Steve's first day back to school, he picked you up from your house and the two of you went to school together from that day and the next day, and the next, and you stopped counting the days the day you realized that he's doing it everyday and has no plans of stopping. The next thing you know, you and Steve were inseparable, the two of you would do your homeworks at your house or his, he would stop by your house when he's done with his practice for basketball, and there will be times when he's gonna bring you your favorite ice cream. And what made you really fall for him was when he asked you to watch his basketball game and when he finished his three-point shot, his eyes were pinned on you, giving you a smile from ear to ear.

That was the start of the battle inside your mind, whether it is right to love him or not, not knowing if he feels the same way for you or if he is still into Nancy Wheeler.

But the day that you would stop asking and getting confused finally happened.

You were in the middle of doing your project for English class when you heard the doorbell. Since you're alone, you had no choice but to get up from your chair and opened the door.

"Steve?" you asked in a very surprise tone.

Usually, he'd smile at you but this time, his face is serious.

"What are you doing here?"

"You're avoiding me," he announced as soon as you asked him what he was doing in front of your door.

Honestly, you are avoiding him.

You start to feel that he's not gonna reciprocate the feelings you have for him when you caught him having a serious conversation with his ex, Nancy. So you decided to slowly drift away from Steve, not letting him notice that, but clearly, you failed on that part.

"Avoiding you?" you scoffed and shook your head, "What on earth are you saying, Harrington? Just because I'm not in Bio class today, and that I wasn't able to watch your practice, doesn't mean I'm avoiding you."

"Yeah, the part where you're not in Bio class, that you weren't there in the bleachers waiting for me, that you were nowhere to be found so that we can go home together, those were the last straws," he enumerated.

Steve's clearly not okay with your actions and he's obviously mad at you.

Why wouldn't he be mad at you? For the past few months, you were always with him and the moment you weren't with him, he's going insane.

"Do you have any idea what was going on inside my fucking mind when I was looking every corner of the school for you?" he asked sarcastically, "I thought something bad happened to you, that the Demogorgon was back and it took you away. I was going insane for fuck's sake!"

"Why are you yelling at me?!"

"Because the woman I like is confusing me as fuck!"

"I am no-- the woman you what?" you were supposed to ask him why you're confusing him, but you realized what he just called you.

The look on Steve's face seems like he was surprise as well with what he said. He wanted to punch himself for talking too much, but a part of him was thankful that he finally let it out, that he finally said what he needs to tell you.

"If you're not gonna repeat what you just said, I'm gonna close the fucking do--"

"I said I like you!"

His admission of his feelings for you made you shut up.

"No, actually, I don't like you," he took back what he said, "I love you."

You were still trying to process what he just said when he walked closer to you and took both of your hands and held it.

"I should've said this the moment I realized it but I don't know how. You know I'm not good with words, that I'm no good in telling people what I feel, but I know, I know I had to tell you this right now. I don't want to lose you and if I ever lose you, I don't know how I would be able to pick myself up again," he gently let go one of your hands and uses his free-hand to cup your right cheek, "This town is crazy, my life is crazy, but with you, whenever I'm with you, I know everything's gonna be alright. It's like you're my safe place, the light of my darkness, and I don't want to ever lose you."

You were looking in his eyes the whole time he's confessing what he feels for you, and you wanted to cry for finally hearing what he feels for you, but not a single tear came out of your eyes. Instead, a smile formed in your lips.

"What?" he frowned in confusion, "You gonna laugh at me?"

"No, no, no," you repeatedly said, "I'm just...I just can't believe this is happening right now."

"Why?"

"Because I can't believe that the guy I'm secretly in love with is finally setting his intentions clear," you held his hand that is holding your cheek.

"The guy you you...you secretly in...in love?" he asked in disbelief.

You chuckled as you nod, "Yes, Steve Harrington, I love you too. So can we stop this drama outside because I'm freezing to death," you joked.

"Not after I kissed you."

He cupped your face and pressed his lips on yours.

His lips was dancing with your lips, making it up to the time you two lost when both of you are playing hide and seek with your love for each other. There was no questions asked, Steve Harrington has changed your life.

-v.dl

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[pretend (y/n) and steve live next to each other]

*them saying goodbyes after hanging out, slowly walking backwards with wide smiles on their faces*

(y/n) was about to go inside their house but they stopped at their tracks and turned around to face steve again.

(y/n): steve! there's one more thing i had to mention..

*steve tilting his head to the side in confusion*

steve: what is it?

(y/n): i love you! bye! *quickly runs to their house, leaving steve surprised and blushing*

random imagine based on that tiktok audio^ i thought it was cute :*

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine

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he reminded me of harry potter

#joe keery #he is so real #<3 #he <3

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Safe

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: injuries, blood

Author’s Note: i’ll never get sick of him <3

Requested: by anon, Hey! I was wondering if I could request a Steve Harrington X Reader imagine, where the reader and Steve drop off all the kids and then go back to his place and band-aid up his face. And then he realises that he's iN lOVe with the reader, and then they end up staying over? (Sorry, Pretty descriptive!)

Summary: the request

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

It had been a very long couple of days. Not only did you have school but you were also dealing with the Upside Down. You had helped the kids the first time around and were roped back in when the problems returned.

The kids were sitting in the back of Billy’s car, exhausted. Steve had been pretty banged up from the fight and even worse so from the demodogs. You were driving. It was late at night, the only thing showing your way being the headlights. You had turned off Billy’s loud music system. No song seemed to fit the mood.

Steve sat in the passenger seat, his elbow propped against the door and his head in his hand. In the backseat Dustin, Max, Lucas, and Mike were cramped in the back seat. You pulled up to Mike’s house.

“You guys wanna sleep over?” he asked as he got out of the car. Lucas nodded.

“Can I use your shower?” Dustin asked.

“Yeah,” Mike replied.

“Count me in.” He got out of the car too. The kids followed suit. Max leaned over Steve’s window and you leaned over him to roll it down.

“You can just take my brother's car home and drop it off tomorrow. I think he’ll be out for the whole night.” You nodded.

“Will do. Hey kids!” They turned around at you, holding their goggles and scarves. They were dirty, tired, and ready for a good night's sleep. “You guys did good.” Steve nodded.

“Gold star to all of you,” he said. “Even if you kinda disobeyed me.” They scoffed and nodded, turning back to Mike’s house. You waited until they were all inside before driving off.

You and Steve drove in silence to his house. You stopped outside of it, leaving the car running. You had always liked Steve. A lot. But so did half the school. He hadn’t even really talked to you before all this Upside Down thing. Hell, you were mutual friends through Dustin.

But friends or not, you were glad it was him you had done this fight with.

Steve went to open the door but stopped, turning to you.

“You wanna sleep over?” he asked, mimicking Mike. You laughed dryly.

“Can I use your shower?”

“Why of course.”

“Alright Harrington count me in.” You parked Billy's car in the driveway and got out. He led you inside. His dad was sitting at the table. He stood up when the door opened.

“Steve Harrington, where the hell have you...who’s this? Why are you both so dirty?

“This is Y/N. It’s been a long day. We’re not going to sleep together but she’s gonna stay over. I’ll explain in the morning.”

“Why the hell is your face all messed up Steve?”

“Tomorrow,” he said. You wrapped your arms around yourself and shifted awkwardly. Mr. Harrington pursed his lips and let out an annoyed sigh.

“First thing tomorrow.” Steve gave him a thumbs up and walked up the stairs.

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You waited on Steve’s bed for him to get out of the shower. His walls were littered with different posters. Sports teams, bands, hot girls. He had lent you some of his clothes to wear. They smelled like him. It was a comforting feeling.

The bedroom door opened and he walked in, drying his hair with a towel. You gave him a gentle smile. His face was still bleeding, despite the shower. It caught your attention right away.

“You’re staring,” he said, blushing lightly.

“You’re bleeding.” You got up and put your hands on his face, showing him the blood on your fingers. His eyes went wide.

“Fucking Hargrove,” he muttered.

“Where’s your first aid kit?”

“The bathroom cabinet, behind the mirror.” You nodded and walked out of his room to the bathroom, grabbing the small first aid kit. You opened it as you walked back, noting the bandaids and other larger bandages. He was sitting on the bed waiting for you when you came back in.

You put the open box on the bed beside him and took out some napkins and alcohol.

“This is gonna sting a bit,” you warned. He hummed in annoyance but that didn’t stop you from cleaning up the cuts on his face. He winced at the pain and put his hand on your arm instinctively.

You put down the napkins and got out the bandaids. You started to put them on for him, careful to cover the worst of it with them.

Steve looked up at you as you did so, his eyes wide. No one had ever really cared for him like this before. Even with Nancy, he had loved her more than she loved him. It always felt more like pity.

You never felt like you were doing things out of pity. You just liked him.

As you looked down at him, your hands working wonders to make sure his pretty face remained pretty, he wondered if maybe his dream person had been in front of him this whole time.

As he thought it he knew it was true. His heart went warm, his cheeks flushed.

“Are you hot?” you asked gently.

“Yes. Smoking.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“Your cheeks are red.”

“I’m losing a lot of blood.” You nodded and closed the first aid kit. You put it on his desk.

“Well you’re all done. Hopefully it helps a bit. Do you have a blanket for me to use down here?” you asked, clearing out a space on his floor. He scoffed.

“You think I’m gonna let you sleep on the floor?”

“I mean I can take the living room couch.” He shook his head and patted the bed.

“You take the bed. I can take the floor.” “Absolutely not. You look worse than I do.”

“So?”

“Why don’t we just share?” you offered.

“Alright,” he concluded. You nodded once.

“Alright.”

He got into the bed and you followed suit, crawling under the covers. The comforter felt like heaven. Your eyelids were drooping the second your head hit the pillow. You and Steve looked at each other, soft smiles on your face.

“Goodnight Harrington.” He leaned forward and kissed you. You were so tired you almost didn’t register what had happened.

“Probably shouldn’t have kissed you when you got into bed with me,” he said, laughing. You giggled.

“Just say goodnight Steve.”

“Goodnight Steve.” You laughed and scooted closer to him, putting your head on his side. He wrapped an arm around you. For the first time in 48 hours, you felt safe.

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nasty habit (steve harrington x reader)

a/n: i will probably rewrite this sometime in the future bc i'm not happy with it but yknow, whatever. here goes nothing.

"That's a nasty habit, you know."

You looked behind you, seeing none other than Steve Harrington, who was watching you intensely as you took a drag from your cigarette.

"Fuck off," you replied. Steve hadn't talked to you since he started screwing around with Nancy Wheeler, and you had no plans on rekindling your friendship with that jackass. Especially not right now, at this party, while you were trying to have a smoke in peace.

"Have you always been so mean?" Steve asked, walking closer towards you.

"I dunno. Have you always been such a self absorbed prick?"

Steve was visibly taken aback by your harsh reply.

"Hey, come on, sweetheart. Don't be like that," Steve whined.

You looked at him in disgust. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to?

"Go away."

Steve sighed dejectedly. "I was just... trying to make conversation."

"Shouldn't you be up Nancy's ass? You know, like you were when I needed you?" you spat, resisting the urge to throw your cigarette at him.

"Look, I'm sorry," Steve began, "I-"

"Yeah, you sure fuckin' are, Steve. A sorry excuse for a friend– now get the fuck away from me," you said, cutting him off. You didn't wanna hear his bullshit excuses.

"We aren't together, you know, me and Nancy Wheeler," Steve mumbled.

"Damn, I honestly don't care. How many times do I have to tell you to piss off? We aren't old pals. Quite frankly I want nothing to do with you."

"Why do you have to be such a... such a..." Steve stumbled over his words before closing his mouth.

"Say it," you hissed, "Why do I have to be such a what, Steve?"

"Why do you have to be such an ass? I know I screwed up, okay, but damn... At least let me try to make it up to you. You won't even let me apologize," he complained, "I'm fucking sorry, Y/N. I should've never... done what I did."

"Fuck you, Steve Harrington," you said, keeping your voice low so that it wouldn't crack, "Fuck your apology too. I hate you."

There was a point in time where you loved him, more than anything, but now when you looked at him all you felt was disgust, and seething rage. He broke your heart, he used you, and here he was, acting as if a pathetic apology could undo everything he did. Ditching you for Nancy, breaking the promise he made to never leave you, leaving you heartbroken. You'd stayed in bed for weeks, too devastated to show your face at school, afraid you'd see them together.

"You slept with my best friend," Steve suddenly said, speaking with conviction. As if you sleeping with his friend for revenge amounted to half of what he did to you.

"What do you care? You're the one who left me," you retorted.

"I didn't– I– I don't fucking know, maybe I care because I'm fucking in love with you?"

"You don't love anyone but yourself."

Steve looked genuinely hurt by your words. Good, was all you could think as you looked at the pain written on his face.

Your cigarette was nearing its end, and so was your patience.

"Steve," you spoke quietly, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Just leave me alone. You can't fix what you did."

"Let me try," he said, stepping closer to you. "At least let me try."

Try how? What could he possibly do to repair the giant fucking mess he made? The wound may have healed by now, but your anger remained. It would take far more effort than he was probably willing to put in.

You looked Steve over, contemplating it for a moment.

"No."

He quite literally dropped to his knees on the ground in front of you, hands clenched together.

"Please. I'll do anything... Just give me a chance to make things right. It's okay if you don't ever forgive me, I just want to say I tried."

You scoffed, putting your cigarette out on the underside of your shoe and tossing the butt in his direction. It landed a few inches away from your desired target. "I'll believe it when I see it, Steve."

He stood back up, kicking at your discarded cigarette butt and closing the space between the two of you. "Look at me, Y/N. I'd do anything for you."

"How many idiots have fallen for that line before?"

"Stop."

You looked at him, curling your lip and furrowing your brow. "Stop? You fucking stop, Steve. You're just making this worse for us both."

"Please stop. Y/N, baby, listen to me... please."

"I'm not your baby. Don't ever call me that again."

With a sigh, Steve stepped down and turned to walk away. You watched him for a second before turning to light another cigarette.

"Those things will kill you, you know," Steve muttered. He must've thought you didn't hear.

"No faster than you will, Steve Harrington."

You waited to hear him walk away, but there were no footsteps. Just silence.

"Let me think about it, yeah? You really hurt me, you know. I can't just forget that," you spoke, your tone softer now, kinder.

"I know... I fucked up, really bad, Y/N. Letting you go was the worst decision I've ever made," he said, "And I've made a lot of really awful decisions."

You chuckled in agreement.

"Can I have a smoke?"

You didn't expect that from him, who'd always nagged you about your smoking habit ever since you started a few years ago.

"Absolutely not, dude."

Steve just laughed. "Yeah, I figured as much."

You watched as he pulled a pack of Camels out of his jacket pocket, slapping it against the base of his hand before taking one out and lighting it.

"When the hell did you start smoking? And why are you smoking my brand?"

Steve laughed again as he took a long puff from the cigarette.

"A lot has happened," Steve said as he laughed dryly. "And, well, because they remind me of you."

"That's the corniest shit I've ever heard, Harrington," you said, giggling earnestly.

"Yeah, well, it's the truth."

The two of you stood in silence after that, smoking your cigarettes in the cool night air as you listened to the muffled sounds from the party inside.

-

Somehow, you ended up in Steve's stupid car, sitting shotgun as he barreled down the roads towards your house. He'd almost gotten into a fight with some dude at the party for being a creep to you, and you had to physically drag him away. Steve had a tendency to start fights he wouldn't win, and as much as you disliked him right now, you didn't wanna see him get pummeled in front of everyone there.

"Would it kill you to like, not get into fights all the time?"

"Hey, I was just trying to stand up for you," Steve complained, looking over at you. "Or were you interested in that weirdo?"

"What if I was?"

Steve didn't laugh, but you did.

"Kidding, Steve, don't take everything so hard."

"Yeah? Like you took Tommy's–"

"Shut the hell up, don't even go there."

Steve laughed now, and you sank into the passenger seat, arms crossed. "You're so not funny."

Steve laughed even harder as you pouted. He was definitely not as funny as he seemed to think he was.

"Hey, humor is a good coping mechanism, you know?" Steve said, finally ended his laughing spell and focusing on the road again.

"Coping mechanism? Don't try and act like you even cared that I slept with him, you were so far up Nancy Wheeler's ass I wasn't even a thought in your head," you grumbled, looking out the window and away from Steve's stupid face.

"What? Of course I cared. A-and of course I thought about you, I never stopped thinking about you, you know," Steve said, the humor drained from his voice.

"Not enough to call, or talk to me, apparently," you replied, unaffected by his cheap words.

"I figured... I figured you didn't wanna hear from me," Steve said, looking over at you.

"I didn't, but here we are."

With that, Steve turned up the radio. Landslide was playing, and you sank deeper into your seat.

"Change this, please," you asked, not wanting to deal with the bad memories this song brought up. You'd spent too many nights crying to that song to hear it right now, in the presence of the reason behind it.

"You don't like Fleetwood Mac?" Steve asked, looking shocked.

"That's not it just- just change the damn song, okay? Please," you begged.

He listened, and a song you didn't know started playing.

"Are you okay?"

You looked away from the window, turning your attention to Steve. "What?"

"You just, don't seem like yourself, is all."

"You don't even know me anymore, Steve," you said begrudgingly. "Don't try to act like you do."

Steve pulled into your driveway and put the car in park before turning to look at you.

"Come on, Y/N, talk to me."

"No. Just drop it. Goodnight, Steve, thanks for the ride."

He grabbed your wrist as you turned to unlock your door.

"Don't be like this, please." He was looking at you with the most pitiful expression you'd ever seen.

"I'm not being like anything. Let go of me," you said, tugging your wrist away from his grasp.

"Y/N. I know something's wrong," Steve continued. He just wouldn't shut the fuck up.

"Drop it, damn it, Steve! I don't wanna talk about it... especially not with... you," you exclaimed, raising your voice at him to let him know you were serious.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You still hate me, but... I'm here for you, okay?"

"It's not... ugh, Steve," you gave up on getting out of the car. "I don't hate you."

"Really? Sure could've fooled me," he commented, staring at you with those big brown eyes.

"I'm just... hurt, okay? I'm still so hurt over what you did, the way you just... forgot that I fucking existed just because some new girl showed interest in you. Hurt over the fact that I wasn't good enough, I guess," you confessed, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Youve always been enough. I'm sorry I didn't see it before but... but I love you, Y/N. I'm so stupidly in love with you, even if you hate my guts. A-and you have every right to, after everything... but that doesn't change the fact that I love you."

"You don't love me, Steve," you said, trying not to start crying. "You don't love me. Please stop. You're just drunk."

"I didn't drink anything tonight," Steve said, looking you in your watery eyes.

"S-so what do you think this is? You come back to me because Nancy's with Jonathan now? To get back at her or something, or, or so that you're not alone?" you spat, suddenly angry again. "You could have anyone in Hawkins, so why don't you go break someone else's heart? You've done enough damage to mine."

Steve looked at you, bewildered and sad. "Is that... Is that really what you think of me, Y/N? I thought we were best friends, and you really think I'd do that to you?"

"I don't know what you'd do, Steve. I used to think I knew you, but you proved me wrong."

"You're not just some random person to me, Y/N. I still think of you as my best friend, you know? I wouldn't hurt you..."

"You already did."

"Not intentionally, Y/N. I- I was scared, okay? You were the best thing in my life and I was scared of screwing that up. I was scared of hurting you."

"Well, you sure as shit did it anyways, didn't you?"

Steve sighed. "What can I do? How can I prove myself worthy to you again?"

You sat in silence for a moment before replying, "I don't know."

Before you knew what was happening, Steve leaned in and kissed you. At first, you wanted to push him away, keep him as far away from you as possible, but you gave in and let him. You still didn't kiss back, but you let him finish the kiss. When he pulled away, he was looking at you with teary eyes.

"I love you, Y/N, I mean it. I'll do anything," he spoke softly.

"I said I don't know, Steve, I really don't," you replied, looking down, suddenly intrigued by his center console.

"I'm not going to leave you again," he said. "I promise. I swear on- on everything, on my life."

You huffed, unsure of what to say, or what to do. There was only thing that made sense to your emotional-overdrive brain right now. You leaned closer to Steve and kissed him.

The kiss was messy, and rough, and you didn't care. Steve's hands flew to your face and you tangled yours in his hair, neither of you moving to break apart until air was absolutely necessary.

"You do still love me," Steve mumbled, staring at your now-swollen lips.

"Of course..." you replied, covering your face. "I couldn't stop if I wanted to, and believe me, I tried."

He smirked at you and reached for your hands, pulling them away from your face.

"Well, that's a start, right?"

"Listen, it doesn't mean I forgive you," you told him sternly. "I still think you're an asshole."

"I can live with that."

More silence ensued, though it wasn't exactly as uncomfortable as it had been. Steve just watched you, and you shifted in your seat, nervous under his gaze.

"What are you looking at, idiot?"

"You're just so pretty," Steve replied, his voice barely a whisper. "I can't believe it took me so long to realize you're the one for me."

"Flatterer. You're just hoping I invite you in to have sex, huh?"

Steve's jaw dropped in surprise. "N-No! That's not it at all! Why would you say that?!"

You giggled and punched him in the arm. "Was a joke, Steve."

He groaned at your antics. "You sure make it hard to tell when you're joking."

You just laughed.

"Goodnight, Steve. See ya around, I guess," you said, jumping out of the car.

-

That night, you laid in bed, replaying the night's events in your mind. You went to the party after being convinced by some friends, not expecting to see Steve there. You hadn't seen him at all since graduation a few months prior, and were hoping for it to stay that way.

How you ended up kissing him in his car was beyond you entirely, but you weren't mad at how things played out. You now knew better than to fall for his pretty words, but you weighed the pros and cons and decided it wouldn't hurt to give him another chance. If you took his words at face value, he did seem genuinely sorry for everything that happened between the two of you, and all you'd ever really wanted was for him to be sorry.

You didn't think he'd ever want to be with you, but tonight's events proved you wrong. Truth be told, you were still wary of him, unable and unwilling to let go of the past just because he seemed regretful. But, as much as you hated it, you did still harbor feelings for him, deep down. Steve had been your best friend for years, your first everything, and you spent months desperately hoping he'd come back to you. Now that he had, it'd be a shame to let it go before seeing what would play out between the two of you.

The sound of the phone ringing surprised you out of your thoughts, and you jumped out of bed and trudged downstairs to answer it. Who the hell was calling this time of night, anyways?

"Hey."

Of course it was Steve. Who else would it be?

"Uh, hey."

"So, I was wondering... could you come over? My parents... they're not here, and I..."

"Nope. Try someone else."

"Y/N, please," Steve said, begging, "I don't... I don't wanna be alone, okay?"

You huffed, but he sounded so... sad, you couldn't help but feel bad for how quickly you shut him down.

"Fine. Are you coming to get me, or should I walk?"

"No! I mean, yes, I'm coming to get you. Don't walk, please."

Steve just lived a few streets over, so you didn't get why he was so against the idea of you walking, but you left it alone. "Okay. See ya."

"See you."

Steve arrived in record time, and you carefully checked your house to make sure all the doors were locked. Your parents were out of town and your brother was with his friends, so you were responsible for the house. After double-checking every lock, you grabbed your bag and keys and headed outside to meet Steve.

His BMW was parked in your driveway, headlights shining through your living room windows. Steve himself was on your porch, patiently waiting by the door like a puppy.

"Let's go," you said, heading towards the car.

Steve chased after you, bolting in front of you to open the passenger side door.

"Aw, what a gentleman," you teased as you climbed into the seat.

"You know it," Steve replied, smirking at you. He'd definitely been staring at your ass while you got in, but you figured you'd let it go for now.

When you got to Steve's house, he got out to open the door for you again and grabbed your bag. You stared at his butt this time as he walked in front of you, leading you up the walkway to his house.

"Nice ass, Harrington," you called out.

He ignored you as he unlocked his front door and opened it, letting you step inside.

"Nice ass, Y/L/N," he replied as you walked past him. You turned around and jokingly punched him in the chest.

"Shut your mouth."

Steve grinned at you, that stupid god damn shit-eating grin that made you melt, and leaned down close to you.

"Why don't you make me?"

Not wasting any time, you kissed him, pushing him into the door, and he kissed you back, grabbing your hips for balance.

"Hey, slow down," Steve murmured as he pulled away from the kiss. "You're gonna make me fall even more in love with you, at this rate."

"Good," was all you said.

After a while, the two of you found yourselves in his living room watching movies.

"Let's watch something scary," you suggested as you rummaged through his parents' movie collection.

"Can I pass on that?"

"Come on, Steve! You guys have The Legend of Hell House! I fuckin' love that movie," you begged.

"I'm just... not that into horror movies," Steve said, causing you to pout.

"Since when? We used to always watch them together!"

"Things change, okay? I'd... rather not talk about it," he replied.

You sighed in defeat, settling for Grease. It was one of his old favorites. He'd always compare the two of you to Sandy and Danny, back when he'd make you watch it at least every other weekend. Back when the two of you hung out on a regular basis, and there was no tension between you.

Despite your attempt to pick a movie that would hold his interest, Steve didn't seem enthused about the movie. In fact, it seemed as though he was in another world entirely.

"Steve, what's up with you?"

You looked at him carefully, noticing for the first time that night the dark circles under his eyes and the fading bruises and scrapes on his face. What the hell had happened to him?

"What?" Steve asked, looking at you as if he was clueless.

"You're not even paying attention to the movie," you commented. "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I'm just, thinking and stuff," Steve told you. You didn't believe him.

"You're lying to me, Steve Harrington."

After a little more prying, Steve finally cracked. Right there on his couch, he recounted to you all the events of the past months, everything from Will Byers' disappearance, his breakup with Nancy, the fight with Tommy and Carol, his adventures with the boys.... Steve told you about everything, including the Upside Down. He admitted to it being the reason he was afraid to spend the night alone, and honestly, how could you blame him?

You were rendered speechless by his story. All you could do was hold him while he talked about the horrors he experienced during the time the two of you were out of touch. What could you even say?

Steve's face was buried in your chest as you cradled him, the two of you sitting in silence as you rocked back and forth, stroking his back with your fingers. You didn't know what else to do besides hold him and let him cry, a sight you rarely ever saw. Steve was a pro at holding back his emotions, but you were thankful he decided to talk to you. It meant more than you could express, and you felt as though the bond the two of you previously shared was still there.

The two of you just sat and cried for a while.

"Steve, I-I'm so sorry, I had no idea you were... going through all that. Going through it alone," you whispered, his hair tickling your face as you spoke. "I'm so sorry. I was too busy being angry at you to even... to even care what you might've been dealing with."

Steve pulled away from you slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes. He held your face in his hands.

"Stop that. I wouldn't have let you get involved in that anyways, even if you tried. You were safe and unknowing, like, just like you should've been," he told you, staring at you intensely with his big brown eyes. They were red and puffy from crying, and the sight alone nearly brought you to tears again.

"Steve, I..."

"I know, sweetheart, I know," he muttered, pressing his forehead to yours.

"You could've died! You could've died and all I cared about was that you ditched me for Nancy!"

"You didn't know, babe," Steve repeated.

Something about the sound of his voice, the way he was looking at you, it was all too much. You jumped off of the couch and headed for the downstairs bathroom, where you could cry without Steve looking at you like that, without him trying to comfort you.

You didn't feel like you deserved his comfort, or his kindness. You'd known things between him and Nancy had ended shortly after they began, you'd heard all about it, but wouldn't swallow your grudge to talk to him. You had left him in the past, never acting on your desires to speak to him, to try and be whatever it is that the two of you were again. Steve had gone through literal Hell and you weren't there for him. You used to think he was the worst best friend in the world, but now... now you felt like it was you, instead.

You cried in the bathroom, sliding down to the floor on the other side of the door. You held your head in your hands, too ashamed to go out and look Steve in the face again.

A knock at the door.

"Y/N, you... you okay in there?" Steve's voice was quiet, barley a whisper. You could feel him leaning on the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you assured him, hastily wiping your tears. You jumped up and turned the sink on. "Just give me a second."

When you opened the door, Steve was right there, waiting for you in the hall. Grease's credit scene was rolling in the background.

"Steve," you breathed, looking up at him, unable to find the words to speak.

"Y/N."

"I love you."

The words left your mouth before you could think about what you were saying, about the consequences of what you said, about anything at all. All you'd thought about since Steve's recollection of events on the couch was how much you loved this man, and how there was nothing and no one else that compared. No matter how angry he made you, no matter how much you tried to hate him, it was never enough. You always loved him, all along, no matter what.

"I love you, Steve Harrington," you repeated, leaning against the doorframe.

He stepped forwards, closing the space between the two of you. You expected a kiss, but instead, Steve threw his arms around you, squeezing as tight as he could. You collapsed against him, trusting him to support you while your legs gave out. You sobbed into his chest, squeezing him back.

"I love you," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "I missed you so, so much, Y/N."

"I missed you too," you choked, trying your best to calm yourself. It wasn't working.

-

The next morning you woke up in Steve's bed, both of you fully clothed, a rare occurrence. You vaguely remembered Steve carrying you to his bedroom and the two of you climbing into bed and holding each other while you both cried. At some point you must have exhausted yourself to the point that you fell asleep, and now here you were. Steve was laying beside you, sleeping softly, like always. He looked so peaceful when he slept, despite the horrors he'd been through.

You rolled over on your side and touched his face, tracing your fingers along his jawline, taking in his features. You'd seen Steve's face almost as much as your own over the years, but each time you looked at him felt like the first. He mesmerized you.

Steve groaned, awakening at your touch, and you kissed his forehead.

"Good morning," you whispered. "Want me to go make breakfast?"

In reply, Steve wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. "Just stay here, we can go get breakfast in a bit," he mumbled, burying his face in your hair. "I just want to hold you."

Your face burned bright red, and you were so thankful Steve couldn't see you. He'd make some smartass comment about it, how he still made you blush even after all these years. You snuggled into his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I love you," Steve said.

You kissed his chest. "I love you."

"I missed this so much, you know? You, us... I was... so lonely without you," Steve muttered into your hair.

"I was, too," you admitted. You tried to keep yourself occupied with friends, with boyfriends, parties, cigarettes, beer, drugs– anything to keep your mind off of Steve Harrington. But he was one habit you just couldn't kick, and the proof was right in front of you as you laid in his bed.

"I need a cigarette, Steve," you whined, your voice muffled by his shirt.

"Nasty habit," he replied.

"You're by far my worst habit," you told him, slowly pulling away and climbing out of bed. "I can never get my fix."

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Now That I Saw You- Chapter 5- You Are In Love

Steve Harrington x Reader

This Chapter is inspired by You Are In Love by Taylor Swift 

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summary: Reader gets a promotion, Steve faces an issue head on. 

warning: cursing, fluff, steves dad being an asshole :) 

A/N: Ummm i mayhaps got carried away with this chapter…enjoy :)

word count: 2.6k 

Y/N tended to mind her own business, the girls she was surrounded by at work were always gossiping about whoever and whatever they wanted.

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futures - steve harrington x reader

Y/N’s older sister is getting married, and Y/N’s mom just won’t stop asking her when it’s her turn. Thankfully, she has her best friend Steve Harrington right beside her…who Y/N just so happens to be head over heels in love with. And she’s wearing a dress that makes her look like a giant pink marshmallow. No big deal, right?

Note: Me, writing ANOTHER fic featuring a sister’s wedding and a guy who’s in Stranger Things? But this time, it’s the actual Stranger Things character? Shocking. Anyways, I saw Free Guy a few weeks ago, and it reignited my love for Joe Keery, which then reignited my love for Steve Harrington…so this oneshot was born! Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader Warnings: A few tiny mentions of alcohol.

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life debt | steve harrington x reader

request(s): first kiss w/ steve? maybe there’s been tension between them for a while and it finally comes to a head? maybe in a situation where they’re off fighting w/ the other kids? / him ending up in the emergency room but still being goofy and flirty w/ you !!!

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

a/n: this might count as cheating but these two requests go together so well i had to mix them <3 i hope u guys like it

warnings: romantic tension, y/n & steve are dummies who don’t realise they have crushes, dustin and mike are Over It. brief injury, not really described in detail, uh mentions blood (due to said injury), hospitals, brief angst bc of steve’s shitty parents. fluff. first kiss. budding teenage romance, and pesky preteens.

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best of friends // steve harrington

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BEST OF FRIENDS {part one} by @remuslupinluvr

fem!reader x steve harrington ( best friends to lovers 😋 )

warnings: warnings: none ?? fluffy as hell

word count: 3.2k

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Being Steve Harrington’s best friend was no easy task when you were in love with him. Just ask Y/n L/n, she had it the worst; she was totally and completely in love with Steve and she didn’t even know it yet! It only took her a summer of spending every day together and nearly dying, again, to realise it.

It was Summer of ‘85 and Y/n was listening to the soft melodic voice of Bowie as she floated in Steve’s large pool. The small bikini she wore left little skin hidden from the blistering sun as she attempted to get more tanned.

Steve was inside getting some drinks, he didn’t have to work today as it was a long weekend, and public holiday. The pair of them had both just graduated from Hawkins High and Y/n was the only one who got into college. She hadn’t talked about it much to avoid hurting Steve's feelings. But honestly, mostly her own, she didn’t want to leave him behind. She couldn’t help it, they’d been friends since they were kids. Briefly they weren’t when King Steve was a thing, but when he realised he was an asshole and tried to better himself she decided to befriend him again.

But it took him a long time to be in her good graces again.

Slowly but surely they rebuilt their friendship and now Y/n didn’t want to be away from him, ever. College just wouldn’t be the same without her big haired friend by her side.

She was wearing his sunglasses over her eyes as she began to drift to sleep. The sun was just too pleasant to not lull off under. When a large splash of water hit her, disturbing her, she lifted her (Steve’s) sunglasses off her eyes to be met with, of course, her best friend.

“Hey! Now I’m all wet!”

Steve gave her a teasing smirk, his long hair was slicked back and glistening. “Sorry, I just seem to have that effect on people.” He threw the can of beer in her direction and caught it.

Y/n rolled her eyes, sliding the glasses back over her eyes in an unbothered fashion. “You wish.” She replied cracking open the can.

He hopped onto the other floatie beside her and they laid there for a long period of time. Y/n wasn’t sure how long — the cold beers had made her feel fuzzy so she didn’t really care how long they had been floating. Anytime with Steve was short, drunk or not. Time flies when you’re having fun, right?

“Dustin's home on Tuesday.” Said Steve, his voice was hoarse from not talking for a while. They didn’t need to talk constantly though silence was sweet between them.

Y/n smiled, ever since Steve had become friends with those kids it was like he was the real Steve all the time. No fake asshole bullshit. Just how she liked him.

She turned to look at Steve and flipped onto her side, careful not to fall off the floatie. “Yeah I know! I’m excited to see that nerd again. I painted one of those welcome back banner things, I dropped it off and Mrs. Hendersons this morning.”

Steve frowned. “I’m going to be working though.”

“Ugh. No offence Steve, but your dad blows. He made you get a job and now we can’t hangout all the time.” Of course Y/n didn’t have to worry about Mr. Harrington hearing because both his parents were away as always. Leaving Steve all alone in his great big house.

And anyway Steve didn’t like to invite her over when his parents were home because afterwards they would always ask him why he was dating her. First of all, he’d say, we aren’t dating. She’s my best friend. Second of all, what the hell is that supposed to mean?

He didn’t like what they said about Y/n. Just because they were rich and Y/n’s family were neighbours with the Byers and perhaps lower class, that’s no reason to not approve of her. Y/n is the best. He would stand by that until the day he died. She even became his friend and forgave him after he was the biggest jerk in history. She was the best.

“I know.” Said Steve frowning.

Y/n gave a sympathetic look and patted his arm. “At least we have this weekend together.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. You gonna stay the night?”

Y/n nodded. “Sure. I’ll call my parents to tell them after. Wanna rent a movie from a video store? Keith gives me them for free.”

“Yeah, because he has a crush on you.” Said Steve rather matter of factly.

Y/n shook her head. “Pfft. No he doesn’t.”

“Yes he does!”

Y/n laid back flat. “No he doesn’t Steve. I’m not the type of girl people get crushes on.”

Steve scoffed, sitting up right his arm flexed as he pulled her towards him. Y/n watched him with a stubborn expression.

“Are you stupid? Heaps of people have had crushes on you, Y/n.”

“No they haven’t. But that's ok, I’ve accepted that people in this town just have terrible taste.”

Steve shook his head. “Yes they have! Tommy H did, he told me himself. I know Dustin did a few years ago when we were thirteen because Will introduced you two. I’ve seen multiple guys look at you in that way Y/n. Trust me, they do.”

“Fine. Whatever you say. But I still don’t have a boyfriend. Probably because I hang around you too much, huh?” She teased. Lightning the mood.

Steve pushed her off her floatie. His booming laugh could still be heard from under the water, when Y/n floated back up she glared at him. “Asshole!” She shouted lifting her dainty hand to flip him off.

He shrugged, amused by her. Her hair was now soaked and the heat on her skin was gone. The pink on her cheeks no more

She lifted her hand up to him. “At least help me up?”

Steve extended his large hand, she grasped it and gave him a flash of her smile before pulling him in too. He yelped upon landing in the cold water and soon Y/n was laughing as hard as he had just moments before.

“Oh I’m gonna get you for that one!” Said Steve, Y/n laughed attempting to swim away but he grabbed her by the waist pulling her into him.

She tried to fight him off but he was stronger. His arms, which had actually grown a bit of muscle over the past few years, were wrapped around her back and hips and there was no chance of escape.

He began to swing her back and forth as if he was going to throw her but she clung onto him. Her legs wrapped around him and she squealed, “Stop! Don’t throw me!”

He smirked but Y/n wasn’t going to go down without him. She clung to him even tighter and when they both came back up to the surface Steve watched her carefully, moving a piece of her hair which was stuck to her forehead. “C’mon let’s shower and then go pick up a movie and some food.”

Y/n nodded and he helped her out, she didn’t notice him rake his eyes over her figure. The red bikini was new; he hadn't seen it until today. He caught himself staring. Sure Steve had always known she was attractive even when they were super young but only in the recent years had he really started to notice her. It was growing harder for him to not watch her these days, he found his touch lingering and gaze often on her.

Y/n took the first shower in Steve’s ensuite. He waited downstairs. She took notice of his Farrah Fawcett Spray by the sink and giggled. That boy was obsessed with his hair, but to be fair Y/n loved it too. It was so soft, she was constantly trying to persuade him to let her braid it.

As she washed the chlorine off her skin she began to feel better, it was nearly dinner time now so she knew they better get some food and a movie soon so they could settle in for the night. She used his shampoo and body wash and when she stepped out into the foggy bathroom she felt comfort in the smell of him surrounding her.

She changed into some clothes Steve lent her because prior she hadn’t planned to spend the night, meaning she had no clothes other than a skimpy red bikini.

Once Steve showered too they drove to the Video Store and picked up Y/n’s favourite movie.

When they got back home and were curled up on the couch, thunder and lightning came down from the grey sky. Y/n subconsciously leaned into Steve. The weather reporter this morning had warned Hawkins that it would rain but Y/n hadn’t expected it to be this heavy. Afterall it had been super sunny all day.

They were sharing some buttery popcorn in silence and staring ahead at the TV.

Due to the rain the temperature had cooled down a bit and they were actually sharing a blanket because Steve had complained about being cold. In Winter normally they’d light up his big fireplace and sit in front of it talking but in Summer they mostly sat outside by his pool. It was the reason so many more freckles had appeared on her cute face. Steve had noticed this and even tried to count them all but there were simply too many.

When it was well past dinner time and they were on their third movie of the night Y/n was growing sleepy. Today was tiring she had been swimming for hours with Steve and riding her bike around town. She was worn out. So when Steve felt her head lean into his chest he wrapped an arm around her shoulders letting her get comfortable against him. He wasn’t that tired and anyway he couldn’t stand the thought of moving her to bed. She looked way too peaceful in his arms.

He continued to stare ahead at the TV and Y/n felt safe in Steve’s arms. She always did. He had saved her multiple times from death over the past few years with everything that happened in this town, she had saved him too. Sometimes she found it hard to sleep now constantly worried about monsters coming for her, but with Steve she knew she’d be alright.

She woke up to credits rolling on the TV and Steve asleep holding onto her. His head was leaning back on the top of the couch showing the column of his neck. The rain was still heavy and when she shifted a bit to sit up Steve groaned lightly beside her. She grabbed the remote, turning the TV off, looking at the old grandfather clock which read that it was a little after midnight.

“Stevie.” She whispered. He didn’t wake up. She nudged him with her elbow. Nothing.

“Steve!” She whispered harsher this time, nudging him again. Steve was a very heavy sleeper especially after a few beers. She lifted her hand to his jaw feeling the rough stubble she began to tap his face lightly until his eyes began to flutter.

“Hmm?” He replied sleepily, barely opening his eyes.

“Let’s get you to bed Stevie, it’s late.” she said.

He whined. “‘M comfy.”

“Your bed is more comfy. C’mon.”

Y/n grabbed his arms and he sleepily clung onto her as she guided him up the steps. When she reached his room she was surrounded by the sickly plaid design of his wallpaper. The moon shone through his window, the curtains were open, flickering in the wind. The sound of rain was even louder from his room as he had left the window open.

It was still warm though. Steve’s arm was around Y/n’s waist, his hand accidentally slipped under the baggy shirt she was wearing, touching her hip. His rough hands felt nice against her soft skin.

When he pulled away to flop into bed she couldn’t help but miss his touch.

She pulled the sheet over the top of him and was about to leave but he grabbed her. “Where are you going?”

“Downstairs. I’ll take the couch.” She replied. They hadn’t shared a bed since early middle school before the awkward shift in friendship due to puberty and hormones. Steve used to sleepover all the time before that.

“The couch isn’t comfortable.”

Y/n shrugged. “It’s fine, I don’t mind, really.”

Steve wondered why she was now all of a sudden shy. ��Don’t worry this isn't my first time sharing a bed with a girl, Y/n.”

Y/n gave him a look before sliding in beside him. “I was the first girl you ever shared a bed with thank you very much.”

“Like I could forget.”

Y/n turned to look at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He poked her leg which was pressing against his. “You always starfish in the middle of the bed if I recall.”

Y/n blushed but he couldn’t see it in the dark. “People always say that! It wouldn’t be a problem if people just hugged me! Then they’d be in the middle too."

Unexpectedly Steve wrapped his arms around her, his face in the crook of her neck. It's not that Steve wasn’t affectionate, Y/n was too. They usually had no problem hugging and a lot of the time Y/n would hold his arm in public as they walked around the mall. But it was different now. He was pressed against her, his hair tickling her chin. Hands on her bare skin.

It wasn’t something normal best friends do. But she supposed they had never really been normal best friends.

“What’re you doing?”

“Just shoosh and go to sleep. I don’t want to be pushed off the bed, and you're comfy.”

That silenced her, once she was used to the warmth of him on top of her she fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up she was met with the sunlight shining in her eyes. She groaned trying to move away from the sun but a weight on top of her kept her down.

It was late and Y/n could tell because she was hungry. She had knew Steve would have some cereal downstairs so she thought she’d go have herself a bowl and watch TV. She planned to stay for the rest of the long weekend, neither were working and hadn’t properly hungout in a while.

As she swung her feet off the bed Steve shifted behind her. His hand searched for the warmth of Y/n but instead found his blue sheets.

Y/n was standing up scratching her head, her back was facing him. She hadn’t heard him wake up. “Y/nnnn, come back to bed. It’s too early.”

Y/n looked at his alarm clock and scoffed. “It’s nearly noon.”

He sat up sluggishly, throughout the night he had gotten hot and stripped from his shirt so Y/n took notice of his broad and now tan chest. He rubbed his eyes groggily.

“So? Why are you up?” He leaned back on his elbows watching her as she combed her fingers through her h/c hair.

“I”m hungry. Can’t you hear my tummy it’s going crazy.”  She lifted the hem of her shirt revealing it, she poked it.

Steve grabbed her, pulling her close to him and he pressed his ear to her stomach. Y/n laughed. “What are you doing, weirdo?”

“I can hear it now. I guess we can eat now then.” When he stood up Y/n was short again.

When Steve poured a bowl of cereal for Y/n and made her a coffee just how she liked she sighed happily sitting on the dining table.

Steve talked about how he usually never sat there. Y/n thought it a shame considering how pretty the mahogany was, she knew Mrs. Harrington probably bought the most expensive one at the antique shop too. Shame to waste it. Y/n's family usually just crammed in together on the small wobbly one her father had built.

“So what d'ya want to do today?” Asked Steve, sipping some of the milk from the bowl, a small bead of the white milk dribbling down his chin.

Y/n hid her smile. He was still just like when they first met back in preschool, even though he pretended to be more grown up now; he was still that little boy who stole her first kiss on a dare and immediately apologised for it after. A lot of the time people say when you get older you change a lot but Steve had barely changed, nor had Y/n.

At least not when they were together. Nothing was much different from when they first met.

“Dunno. Maybe we should invite the party over. I’m sure they’d like your pool more than the public one.”

Steve shrugged, “Yeah maybe. Are any movies on today?”

It was Saturday although it was a long weekend so Y/n wasn’t sure. She worked at the movies and most days she sneaked to Scoops Ahoy to visit Steve and Robin whenever she could.

“I don’t know. Was there something you wanted to see?”

Steve shook his head. “You know I’ve got no ideas about movies Y/n. I’m not exactly a movie buff like you.”

“Fine well we could-” His doorbell ringing cut Y/n off. She frowned looking at Steve.

Steve furrowed his brows. Nowadays no one came over or hung out with him other than Y/n and Dustin. And Y/n was sitting beside him and Dustin was at nerd camp. Not to mention he was a teenager, teenagers definitely didn’t interact in the mornings.

Y/n got up and Steve followed as they walked to his front door. The pair were still pretty sleepy. The heat had already picked back up so Steve hadn’t put a shirt on and was still in some low slung pyjama pants.

Y/n was in one of Steve’s t-shirts which was grey and worn. It smelt slightly like his cologne and it was very soft. It hung long over her body reaching her mid thigh. She had a pair of his boxers on underneath that.

It wasn’t unusual for Y/n to borrow Steve’s clothes, he had no problem lending them to her. He loved when she gave them back and they smelt like her. If he saw her shivering she wouldn’t even have to ask he would just slip his jacket over her shoulders and continue whatever it was he was doing.

But to anyone else this was odd, as they were always claiming to be just best friends. They certainly didn’t act like it. And anyone who were to see the sight of Y/n and Steve sleepily, disheveled, and together this early in the morning with messy hair that screamed late night activities had occurred, anyone would get the wrong idea.

Y/n opened the door and was met with the party minus Dustin.

“Y/n?” Said Will in surprise.

Y/n smiled. “Oh hey guys.”

Max eyed the pair. The party were constantly talking about how they should just date already but Y/n and Steve would always just roll their eyes.

“What were you two doing?” Said Max with a suggestive tone.

Y/n innocently looked at them. “Eating some cereal.”

Steve had caught on to what they were talking about. “What do you children want? It’s way too early.”

Mike looked unimpressed. “We don’t know anyone else who can drive and has a car.”

“Wow, is that really all I’ve got going for me?”

“Yeah.” They all chimed.

He pouted.

“You guys are forgetting about his hair!” Chimed Y/n combing through his soft brown locks which were so long now.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Geez, I’ve got some great friends, huh?”

“You know I love you Stevie.” Teased Y/n letting the kids come inside.

Steve wished she actually meant it.

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Being Nancy's sister and in love with Steve

Steve Harrington x wheeler!reader

N/a: Since english isn't my first language and i don't study in an american school, there will probaby be some mistakes regarding that. Hope you like it, tho 💙

You were adopted when you were 5

Although you and nancy were almost the same age, you've always been closer to mike

Sometimes you felt like you were nancy’s shadow

You’ve always had a crush on steve. You saw him for the first time at the school’s talent show

He was there for extra credit

He was just too cute with his adorable face

You were ready to show everyone all the movements you learned at the ballet school, and the fact that steve – or the cute boy with great hair, as you used to call him – was there, only excited you more

You wanted to impress him

And you did

But not in the way you wanted to

Let’s just say dancing was not your forte

But you’re not a quitter

The next day, you tried to talk to steve during lunch

That was a bad idea

“Can I sit?” You asked as you approached his table

He gave you a weak smile and nodded

You gave him your brightest smile, thinking you had a good start

But after that, things went downhill

The other kids started making fun of you and all you wanted to do was disappear

It was a bunch of 12 year old kids making fun of a shy – but brave – 10 year old y/n

And you were a sensitive kid

Always trying to see the best in people, and when they disappointed you, you got super upset

But you tried to brush the jokes aside, pretending to laugh with everyone

But when steve laughed too

You were devasted

You were okay with random people that you didn’t care about making fun of you

But steve harrington?

You abruptly stood up and left

Not even trying to hide the tears

You told Nancy about it all and she said you were being dramatic

“Give it a week and no one’s gonna remember a thing”

And she was wrong

They did remember

For a long long time

But Nancy was by your side every day, so you were happy you weren’t alone

That’s until high school

High school was hell from day one

Your only close friends moved to another town, nancy was still friends with barb and you would hang out with them sometimes

But you never felt 100% part of the friend group

Eventually, she started hanging out with steve harrington

And you totally stopped spending time with her outside your house

You started drama and met robin

You quickly became friends

You still had a little crush on steve, but you pretended it wasn’t there, especially after nancy and steve started dating

It was the worst thing seeing them together

And when she excitedly told you they had sex?

You were freaking out inside

Avoiding steve was your new way of living

He thought you hated him

he really didn’t care at first

But when all that upside down shit happened he wanted to be a better person

He thought becoming your friend would make nancy happy

So he started random conversations with you all the time

And you would be very uncomfortable

“Do you like basketball?”

You would just nod, every time

“We have a game next week, you should go”

And you would just give a shitty excuse

And eventually he just gave up

And you started to miss his ramblings

You “forgot” steve for a while

He was still dating you sister but it was easier to avoid him when you got a job

But your plan to avoid him was cut short when you found a confused steve and a frantic dustin in front of your house

Apparently steve and your sister were on some kind of break. You didn’t understand what happened since the boy was very vague about it

But they were not together anymore

And you didn’t know how to feel about it

With Dustin and Steve talking about girls you decided to stay behind. You tried not to intervene in their conversation, but Steve was saying some questionable things and you couldn’t hold yourself back

“The key with girls is just… just acting like you don’t care.”

“Since, uh, when?” You said, holding your index finger up

Steve just ignored you with a wave

“It drives them nuts.”

“No it doesn’t!”

“Don’t listen to her.”

“Steve, that is literally the worst advice I’ve ever heard in my whole life.”

Dustin kept looking between you two, not knowing who to believe

Then Steve started talking about some electricity bullshit you chose to ignore, after all Dustin wasn’t listening to you, so you just gave up trying

“So that’s when you kiss her?” Dustin questioned

“No, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Romeo. Some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive” you rolled your eyes “but others you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a… like a ninja.”

“What type was Nancy?” That’s when your interest in their conversation was at 100

“Nancy’s different. She’s different than the other girls.” You scoffed.

“She’s different than the other girls” you said in a mocking tone making Steve turn to you and roll his eyes

“And what type is Y/n?” Dustin asked again

“Y/n is not a type and Steve wouldn’t know, anyway.” You responded before Steve could say anything

You ended the conversation there and decided to go ahead of them

It was a long night

You almost got eaten by a demodog but Steve got to you in time

Seeing Nancy and Jonathan was weird. You felt unconfortable in their presence while Steve was next to you

So you decided to keep a distance between you and him

And that’s how it went for the next to weeks after the whole upside down fiasco

Steve wasn't having any of it, though

He thought that maybe after all you've been through together you two would be friends

And he was right about it

you weren't ready for what was coming your way

After everything you've been through together, you kind of needed each others company

It's not like you didn't have Nancy, but she was too busy with school, and you knew how hard she works everyday for good grades, and you didn't want to bother her with anything

That's why you found yourself in Steve Harrington's car in a saturday night

You both needed to talk to someone, and for some reason, Steve was the person who understood all your fears

And beeing these close to Steve only made your crush grow even more

You really never stopped liking him

Maybe you even love him

You're actually sure you do

And now you can only hope things will be different.

A/n: Steve is my favorite character from ST and i still can't write for him whyyy. Don't forget to like and reblog if you enjoyed 💙

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s4 steve harrington i love you i love YOU

#steve harrington #joe keery #stranger things 4 #steve harrington i am in love w u

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Now That I Saw You- Chapter 4- Jump Then Fall

Steve Harrington x Reader

catch up here

This Chapter is Inspired by Jump Then Fall by Taylor Swift 

summary: Steve and Reader are falling more and more for one another. 

warnings: cursing, fluff

word count: 1.4k

For yet another morning, Y/N woke to the feeling of Steve’s arms wrapped around her body. Her eyes looked over his face a few times, a smile spreading sweetly across her face.

“Don’t stare, it’s creepy.” Steve grumbled out in his grizzled morning voice. Chills went down her spine as he spoke.

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Semi-Flayed

Steve Harrington x Reader. Season 3 finale spoilers.

The floor was cold, the atmosphere chaotic. The screams of your friends were drowned out by the fireworks and snarls of the mindflayer. Despite the noise, you clearly heard Billy, or the Mindflayer rather, whisper, “Stay still, it will all be over soon," his words sent ice through your veins. You struggled against his grasp, but it was no use. Realizing the imminence of your demise, you felt an overwhelming sadness, not even for yourself, but for Steve Harrington, the first and apparently last love of your life. As the “flaying” began, he was the only thing on your mind. You hoped that he would survive this, that he would get out of Hawkins, that he would be happy. You hoped-

“Y/N!” Steve screamed as he blew his cover to run to your side.

This caught the attention of Eleven, who managed to use her powers to throw Billy away from you. She fell back against Mike. The rest of the kids were still blasting the mind flayer with fireworks. Steve used the opportunity to pick you up and carry you away from the action.

“Y/n? Can you hear me? You gotta wake up okay? I did not survive being tortured by Russians only to have you be flayed before I could even-” his voice broke, and before he could continue, he was rounding the corner to where Dustin was.

“Shit. Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. Billy - the mind flayer- how do we know if she? What if she was?” Steve tried, but his heart couldn’t even handle the idea of you being lost to him.

“She wasn’t flayed.”

“How do you know?” Steve asked reluctant to be relieved.

“The hive mind is activated, she would be awake and trying to kill us if she was,” Dustin explained.

“Then why isn’t she waking up?”

“I don’t know Steve, but we have bigger problems right now,” he said gesturing to the fact that they were almost out of Fireworks.

Steve hesitantly left your side to help the others and watched in absolute shock as Billy sacrificed himself. It was only moments later that the mind flayer collapsed. It was over. Jonathan hugged Nancy, Mike went to Eleven, Lucas held Max as she cried, and both Steve and Dustin turned towards you.

“Y/n wake up!” Steve tried shaking your shoulders. He lowered his head to your chest to hear your heart beating and feel your breathing, “Y/n, c’mon, I need you to wake up,” he tried again, sounding more desperate.

Before he could continue, the FBI came running in and they were all escorted out. Steve barely managed to convince the EMT to let him ride with you. He was stuck in the waiting room for what seemed like forever, shrugging off the nurses who offered to check out his injuries. Dustin, Mike, Nancy, and Jonathon came in, gathering in silence waiting for any news. The worst part for Steve was when your mother showed up, he had never felt more guilty than when he lied to her about what happened.

Eventually, the doctor came out with a flustered look on his face. He asked for your mom, and Steve quickly stood to join them. The doctor protested, but your mom assured him that Steve should come with her.

“So, I don’t know how to tell you this, but as far as we can tell there is nothing physically wrong with your daughter. She is seemingly in a coma with no cause. As such, there is nothing medically we can do other than sustain her condition if you choose to do so,” he then turned to Steve, “Can you run me through what happened again?” Steve managed to recount his story, trying to ignore your mother's sobs. As soon as he finished, he exited the room in shock, he sunk down to the floor, struggling to breathe, replaying the doctor's words over and over again in his head. His chest was filled with immense pain at the thought of losing you.

He sat there a while trying to calm himself down before forcing himself off the wall and back to the waiting room, where Will, Mrs. Byers, and Eleven had joined the others. All eyes went to him expectantly, but with one look at him Dustin said what they were all thinking, “Shit..."

Steve repeated what the doctor had said, Nancy pulled him into a comforting hug. While the others started brainstorming. There was an hour of outrageous theories until finally, Will realized something, “She wasn’t completely flayed, but the process was definitely initiated.”

“Obviously,” Dustin chimed in.

“But what is flaying? It’s like your identity being ripped away from you and replaced with the host mentality,” Will continued.

“So maybe Y/n’s soul or whatever was separated. Nothing medically wrong with her, because that’s not a physical connection” Mike added.

“So in other words, we have to jumpstart the connection again,” Lucas agreed, and then all eyes shifted to El.

“Do you think you could try to find her? Like you did Billy or Heather?” Mike asked.

“I can try,” El nodded.

Dustin walked over to where Steve was laying with his head in Mrs. Byers' lap. She ran her fingers through his hair like she had for her sons so many times, mind wandering to Hopper. Steve looked so broke, like he had given up any hope.

“We need to get into Y/n’s room, we think we know how to fix her,” Dustin announced.

It was like that swiped a switch in Steve, and he popped up at once, “What do you mean?”

Dustin explained everything to Steve and Mrs. Byers, and then again in layman's terms. From there the whole group formed a plan. Mrs. Byers and Nancy would go distract your mom. Dustin, Mike, and Will would distract the nurses. Steve and El would sneak into your room, while Jonathon kept watch. For once, everything went smoothly.

El was searching the cabinets for something to cover her eyes with, and Steve handed her the red ascot from his Scoops uniform. She went to your side and took your hand, instantly being transported into your consciousness.

It was dark, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Every step she took was echoing, the entire reality was glitching in and out, but there was no sign of you.

“Y/n?” she called out.

The blackness would flash to a scene of you and then back to the nothingness, “Y/n, can you hear me?” El tried again, “I need you to focus on my voice, and I can bring you back. I’ll bring you back home, back to Steve.”

At the mention of Steve, the glitching stopped and El could see you know for the first time, you laid on the ground folded into yourself. You were pale and shaking, looking only a moment away from death. As she got closer she could hear you softly repeating, “Please don't, I'm sorry.” There was no indication that you knew she was there. She touched you lightly on the shoulder, but it didn’t phase you.

“Y/n? We need to get out of here, I need your help,” she tried, again receiving no response. The glitching started again, each time putting more and more distance between the two of you. El knew that you wouldn’t survive it much longer.

In the hospital room, Steve watched as blood trickled down Eleven’s face. He didn’t know why it was taking so long. He tried to get an idea of what was happening through the one-sided conversation that he was hearing, but even that was being drowned out by his fear of losing you, What if this didn’t work? The lights started flickering, the machines in the room going nuts, and then suddenly Eleven called his name, “I need you to talk to her, to bring her back.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Steve, we don't have time, just talk to her!”

“Okay….Uhm...Y/n? It’s Steve. Your boyfriend,” he started, feeling extremely uncomfortable, before his emotions took over. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you. I’m here now though, and I need you to come back to me. I need you to wake up, cause you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t want to lose you. Not now, not ever. Please Y/n. I love you so much, please wake up." As he finished, everything went black, the entire hospital lost power.

In your head, every nightmare you had ever had was playing through your mind. You were cold and afraid, feeling lost beyond anything you have ever felt. Whatever was happening to you it was killing you, you could feel it draining you. A strange numbness started to overtake you. You weren’t giving up, you were running out of fight. Just as you were trying to prepare yourself for whatever would come next, you heard a familiar voice, “Okay….Uhm...Y/n? It’s Steve. Your boyfriend.” Hearing his voice made everything stop. A warmth filled you, and you forced your eyes open, seeing Eleven.

"El?" you asked weakly.

“You’re going to be fine, I’m here,” she reassured, moving towards you and taking your hand.

The next thing you remember was hearing Steve’s voice, “Are you okay?” he asked, you forced your eyes open to see who he was talking to.

“I’ll be fine,” Eleven reassured him, wiping her nose.

“Everything was going crazy in here and then the power went out...Is she okay now?"

Suddenly Eleven’s face lit up, “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

You had never seen Steve turn around so quickly in his life, a wide smile on his face as he practically dove onto your bed holding you like his life depended on it. “Nice to see you too,” you laughed. God did he love that laugh, and that smile, and you.

“I am so glad that you are okay,” he sighed, allowing himself to relax a little for the first time since he had found out about the Russian code from Dustin.

“Are you okay?” you asked running your finger lightly across his cheek. His eye was swollen and undoubtedly painful. His lip was busted and his nose was also bruised and swollen. In other words, he looked like he got into a fight with his hands tied behind his back.

He put his hand over yours and pulled it down to his chest over his heart as he had done so many times before, “It’s worse than it looks, I promise. I’m just glad you're okay.”

You were going to ask him what happened but were interrupted by the kids coming in excitedly. They were vividly telling you everything that happened after you were “Semi-flayed” as Will had coined it. You listened to every word, happy to know that it was all over. Their commotion gained the attention of the nurse, who proceeded to kick everyone out. Well, everyone but Steve who was practically glued to your side.

She went back to find the doctor and notify your mother, promising to bring back the ice that you requested for Steve’s eye. There were more happy reunions, followed by another round of tests, and finally, you were discharged. Joyce took Will, Jonathan, Dustin, and Lucas home. Nancy took Mike and Eleven back to her house. Your mom went back to your house and you went with Steve to his.

You both were exhausted but found it hard to sleep.

“What happens now?” you asked innocently.

“What do you mean?”

“How do we move forward from this? I mean nothing can ever really be the same can it?”

Steve thought for a moment, “I think we grieve and heal, then we start looking for the little victories again until this is nothing more than a memory.”

You nodded, “I love you, Steve Harrington,” you spoke softly.

You missed the grin that spread across his face before he kissed your forehead, “I love you too.”

You laid like that for a while, it didn’t take Steve long to fall asleep. You thought about what he said. Tomorrow would be hard, and the day after that too, but eventually your life would become some type of normal again. You shifted to look at his face, careful not to wake him. You felt a sense of relief, knowing that as long as the two of you had each other, you could work through the rest.

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steve fic based on strange by celeste pls im begging that song has destroyed me

ぺ word count ⋰ 1.1k

✰ tw ⋰ none :)

❍ cw ⋰ breakup :/

៚  a/n ⋰ thank you all so much for being patient with me. i've gotten many requests for fanfictions, and they will get done. i've been going through a rough patch in my personal life, so please forgive me for not writing.

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The cold September air blew your hair out of your face. The park bench was like ice against your skin, despite the barrier of thick Levi's jeans. Your knit sweater clung tightly to your skin, the top of it soaked with a few teardrops.

You knew this was coming. It was sudden, but as soon as you realized it, you knew there was no coming back from it.

It wasn't like Steve didn't love you anymore. But over the last few months, neither of you had been fully invested in your relationship.

You'd simply grown apart.

Comfortable silence turned to awkward tension, neither of you knowing which words to fill the air with. Anything you said seemed to just disappear into a void, and the same thing with him.

It all started ten months ago in December of 1985. You were complete strangers who met by when you kept bumping into each other.

First, it was while you were both at JCPenney. You had to drive almost 40 minutes outside of Hawkins for it, but there was a dress you really wanted for your cousin's wedding.

You quite literally bumped into each other, your backs touching for a brief second before you both turned around and apologized. It was like love at first sight — at least, how you pictured it to feel.

The second time was at Scoops Ahoy, an ice cream parlor in Starcourt Mall, Hawkins' first major shopping center. He was behind the counter with a sailor uniform on, quickly tearing the hat off when he saw you.

He fixed his hair and served you with a friendly smile. Before you could leave, he told you that he was having a small get-together with some of his friends and that he'd love it if you could come.

You two were the only ones there that were the same age. By 'friends' you assumed he meant people he graduated with or some coworkers. But they were all about 14. They got along well, and his banter with his best friend Dustin made you chuckle.

Hanging out with him soon turned into him asking if he could kiss you in the front seat of his car during a drive-in movie. It was your very first kiss, and he made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Then came the first night you slept over at his house, meeting each other's parents, and becoming intimate.

The night you had sex for the first time, you both laid in his bed afterward and just looked at each other. He'd rested his head on your stomach and you twisted your fingers through his hair, trying to pull his thoughts into your fingers.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked after a moment of him just staring at you.

“Not much. Just about how beautiful you are.”

Which prompted him to crawl up to eye level with you and pressing a kiss to your temple, then to your lips.

It wasn't even a month later when the first “I love you” was said. And it was completely by accident. And it was said by him.

You were on the phone with him after you got home from work, and decided to go to bed.

“You know I'd talk to you the rest of the night, but I'm exhausted. I think I'm gonna head to bed.”

“You mean you don't want to hear my gorgeous voice all night long?” he joked, making you giggle.

“Oh, I definitely do. But I think it's gonna have to wait.”

You could tell he was smiling over the phone — you could hear it in his voice.

“Okay. I guess we can wait.”

“Unfortunate, isn't it? Adult life calls.”

“I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright. I love you.”

Click.

You sat there for a good minute before you fully processed what he said. But a huge smile spread across your face, deciding to just put the phone down and let him realize.

The honeymoon phase was the way your mom described your love for each other. You were two dorks in love and showed it off every opportunity you got. Despite the forever-lingering awkwardness, you were completely, utterly comfortable with each other.

But then, it was like you ran out of things to talk about. That part was gradual. But when you noticed it, you realized how long it'd been happening.

You'd be sitting on his couch or in your bed and you'd look at him and just have no idea what to talk about. It was like you were afraid anything you said he'd just be uninterested. And he felt the same.

And it got to the point that you'd lay in bed trying to sleep, and the thought of a mutual falling out made your stomach churn. It was all you could think about, even at work, even when you were with him.

When you got home one day, he was parked outside your house. You walked over and got in, and he drove both of you to the park.

Sitting on that bench felt like how the air feels right before a storm is about to happen. It was a hard feeling to describe. But you knew something was coming.

And there was that awkward tension.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like hours. He was the first to say something.

“I love you,” he said simply. “I'm so... deeply in love with you.”

“But?”

“But... I don't want to drag you along.” You didn't say anything. You just nodded. “We both know that whatever we had... It's just not there anymore.”

“I know.”

“I don't know what happened.”

“I don't either. Sometimes... these things just happen.” You felt a tear slide down your cheek. “We just... weren't meant to be.”

That was when he sniffled. He took his keys out of his pocket and, with slightly trembly hands, took your house key off. He stared at it for a moment, a tear dripping onto his thigh. He slowly handed it to you, taking a deep breath.

“So... this is it,” you whispered.

“I... think so.” He looked at you as you wiped your cheeks, just staring at him. You gave him a soft smile through your cries, and he reached over and gripped your hand.

“Can we just sit here for a few more minutes?” you asked, your voice shaking.

He nodded, and you both looked out at the lake.

That night was the hardest night you'd had in a long time. You felt empty and wholly alone.

You'd truly gone from strangers to friends, from friends into lovers, and now you were strangers again.

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me shipping them all except harringr*ve 🙏🏻

i have to get this out of me while we’re still in the pre-s4 era or else things get complicated

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non oomf is living the y/n life

GUYS

i’ll explain what happened today.

I got to school today and was like hmmmm i’m gonna ask him about his interests today.So when i got to class he wasn’t there and was like BRO ARE U KIDDING ME IM SO SAD.But then he was just late :).So i had already started working on our project and he sat down and he was “hey!” and was like “hey!” then he was like “you look very pretty today!Did you style your hair differently?”

AHAGHJKRIEHJEFGKFIDV

I DID….AND HE NOTICED!!!!!!I WAS BLUSHING SO HARD BRO AND I HAD BUTTERFLIES!!!

AND IT GETS BETTER

HE COMPLEMENTED MY NECKLACES WHICH WERE CRYSTALS.

So i was like “Do you want one?I have a lot”

Cause he is always asking where he could get one.

And he said “can i…?”

So i did and i let him pick one out and he picked ROSE QUARTZ

And he was like “I’ll give you one of my bracelets”

AND WHEN HE SAID THAT…..I PASSED AWAY

SO HE GRABS MY HAND AND PUTS THE BRACELET ON ME. AUSVSJHEKQUAVSJSJ

THANK GOD I WAS WEARING A MASK BC I WAS BLUSHING SO HARD

Anyways we continued working and class ended so like this was progress????

Jezz this was long but update :)

#WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO BE HAPPY

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Wow. Thanks for watching, and hopefully a lot of you now follow me. What a crazy day for me. So many emotions, highs and lows, and here we are. The end of the lesson. I really hope you guys learned something. I mean, I know you learned something, and as for me? Fifty thousand people watching. I guesss I got what I wanted.

Joe Keery as Kurt Kunkle in Spree

#KURT GAY #spree #joe keery