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ROBIN & NANCY Stranger Things | 4.03

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not funny

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MIKE & KAREN WHEELER+ hugs through the seasons

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the way i posted this and then the rain stopped :(

really jinxed the weather for a self-indulgent fic

Summer Rain

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Just a short little thing about enjoying the summer rain and each other's company.

a/n: everyone say than you to the rain today for making my pnw ass feel normal again after the amount of sunny days we've had this summer.

The living room window is open just enough to let in the slight breeze and the scent of rain mixing with concrete and grass. The scent fills your nostrils, mingling with your coffee, freshly made, hot, and currently cradled in both hands. This summer has been unbearably hot so the slight reprieve the rain brings is enough to draw your attention. It’s early, too early for a weekend in the summer but sipping your coffee, and listening to the soft tapping as the rain has all but put you in a trance. Your focus is on two rain drops racing down the window so you don’t hear the soft shuffle of feet coming up behind you. It’s only when strong arms wrap around your waist, nearly knocking your coffee cup, that you become aware Steve is awake. 

You can feel the slight movement of his chest as he exhales a small breath, before lightly pressing soft lips to the side of your throat. It always amuses you how quickly Steve can pull your attention away from whatever you were doing. But even this tender moment can’t quite break the spell the summer rain has on you, so you stand there for a few more minutes just watching the rain. Looking out the window you take another small sip of coffee before placing the mug down on the windowsill, turning your body to wrap your own arms around Steve’s back, nuzzling your face into his chest. He gives you a small, tired smile before the softest “Good morning love,” slips out of his mouth. Steve only half-hears your muffled “morning handsome,” before you pull yourself up on tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips. 

Both of you stand there for a moment, foreheads pressed together, savouring the peaceful moment. Quiet and peace isn’t something either of you is accustomed to anymore, so a slow morning with only the rain as background noise is more than welcomed. Steve’s fidgeting with the hem of your sleep shirt, one of his old t-shirts he notes, when he finally looks over your head and out the window. 

“Guess there goes our plan to sit by the pool today…” 

“Dammit, guess that means we have to stay inside and be cozy, too bad.” Your voice is laced with sarcasm, and you will take a moment later to mourn the loss of seeing Steve shirtless, glistening in the summer sun, but you can’t help but be at least a smidge happy to be staying inside today. A small smile tugs across your face and Steve can’t help the small chuckle that comes bubbling out of him. Before you know it he’s pulling you back into a hug. “Yeah, yeah, I know you love the rain you little weirdo.” This causes both of you to burst out in a fit of laughter. 

“Hey! I’m just saying a break from the sun is nice, and the plants really need the rain!”

“Yeah sure, and you aren’t already thinking about all the reading you’ll get done today or the midday nap you’ll take?”

“Okay sure there’s that too, but think of the plants Steve!”

All he can do is shake his head, knowing full well you’re only this excited because as you’ve said before ‘napping when it’s raining just heals the soul’. Before you can defend yourself further Steve is scooping you up in his arms, turning away from the window. 

“Steve,” you all but shriek, “where are we going?”

“Taking you to bed. We can take the first nap of the day together… I’m still tired,” as if on cue Steve lets out a yawn. Your heart can’t help but swell at the way his face contorts slightly, before settling back to his signature relaxed grin. 

Before you know it you’re being dropped onto your bed, and tucked in with more care than one would think possible. It’s not until Steve snuggles in next to you that you fully relax, feeling extra thankful for the summer rain. 

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Endless gifs of Steve Harrington - 65/∞

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Jane Hopper ⇌ Carrie White STRANGER THINGS (2016-) | CARRIE (1976)

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Summer Rain

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Just a short little thing about enjoying the summer rain and each other's company.

a/n: everyone say than you to the rain today for making my pnw ass feel normal again after the amount of sunny days we've had this summer.

The living room window is open just enough to let in the slight breeze and the scent of rain mixing with concrete and grass. The scent fills your nostrils, mingling with your coffee, freshly made, hot, and currently cradled in both hands. This summer has been unbearably hot so the slight reprieve the rain brings is enough to draw your attention. It’s early, too early for a weekend in the summer but sipping your coffee, and listening to the soft tapping as the rain has all but put you in a trance. Your focus is on two rain drops racing down the window so you don’t hear the soft shuffle of feet coming up behind you. It’s only when strong arms wrap around your waist, nearly knocking your coffee cup, that you become aware Steve is awake. 

You can feel the slight movement of his chest as he exhales a small breath, before lightly pressing soft lips to the side of your throat. It always amuses you how quickly Steve can pull your attention away from whatever you were doing. But even this tender moment can’t quite break the spell the summer rain has on you, so you stand there for a few more minutes just watching the rain. Looking out the window you take another small sip of coffee before placing the mug down on the windowsill, turning your body to wrap your own arms around Steve’s back, nuzzling your face into his chest. He gives you a small, tired smile before the softest “Good morning love,” slips out of his mouth. Steve only half-hears your muffled “morning handsome,” before you pull yourself up on tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips. 

Both of you stand there for a moment, foreheads pressed together, savouring the peaceful moment. Quiet and peace isn’t something either of you is accustomed to anymore, so a slow morning with only the rain as background noise is more than welcomed. Steve’s fidgeting with the hem of your sleep shirt, one of his old t-shirts he notes, when he finally looks over your head and out the window. 

“Guess there goes our plan to sit by the pool today…” 

“Dammit, guess that means we have to stay inside and be cozy, too bad.” Your voice is laced with sarcasm, and you will take a moment later to mourn the loss of seeing Steve shirtless, glistening in the summer sun, but you can’t help but be at least a smidge happy to be staying inside today. A small smile tugs across your face and Steve can’t help the small chuckle that comes bubbling out of him. Before you know it he’s pulling you back into a hug. “Yeah, yeah, I know you love the rain you little weirdo.” This causes both of you to burst out in a fit of laughter. 

“Hey! I’m just saying a break from the sun is nice, and the plants really need the rain!”

“Yeah sure, and you aren’t already thinking about all the reading you’ll get done today or the midday nap you’ll take?”

“Okay sure there’s that too, but think of the plants Steve!”

All he can do is shake his head, knowing full well you’re only this excited because as you’ve said before ‘napping when it’s raining just heals the soul’. Before you can defend yourself further Steve is scooping you up in his arms, turning away from the window. 

“Steve,” you all but shriek, “where are we going?”

“Taking you to bed. We can take the first nap of the day together… I’m still tired,” as if on cue Steve lets out a yawn. Your heart can’t help but swell at the way his face contorts slightly, before settling back to his signature relaxed grin. 

Before you know it you’re being dropped onto your bed, and tucked in with more care than one would think possible. It’s not until Steve snuggles in next to you that you fully relax, feeling extra thankful for the summer rain. 

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sweet emotion (18+)

part of the august writing challenge

today’s word: tea

contents: sleepy mornings with steve <3; sort of aftercare?; gender unspecified reader; caretaker steve; just cute suggestive fluff!!

Morning light filters dreamily through the sheer white curtains hanging above your windows. You blink sleep from your eyes, rolling over to look at the clock.

5:42 A.M.

You sigh and fall back against your pillow, and only then do you notice how much your muscles ache. You’re confused for a moment before remembering last night.

Oh.

You should have stretched before straddling Steve. Before riding him into oblivion. Before making your thighs shake with exertion, your feet going numb.

You swallow. Your throat hurts. Oh, right. You definitely should have taken it easy when Steve told you to, but you didn’t listen to him. You always think he’s treating you too delicately, but he’s unfortunately almost always right. He told you not to throat him so deep and you did it anyway.

The aforementioned man is slumbering beside you. He’s radiant, tan skin littered with moles and a few love bites. And he’s hot, which isn’t very helpful for a summer morning.

But you roll to your side, groaning softly as you do, to wrap your arms around him.

He grunts, his hand trying to find yours lazily. When he does, he laces his fingers through your own and falls back asleep. Kissing his shoulder, you’re happy he’s at least resting. But Steve could sleep through the end of the world.

You, however, can’t sleep through your sore throat. You feel hoarse and each swallow feels worse. You might even be coming down with something — whatever the cause, you decide to get up and make tea with a generous pour of honey to see if it helps.

Steve stirs again when you press a kiss to his shoulder. When you try to slip away, he groans, wrapping his hand tighter around yours and pulling you close.

“Where’re y’goin’?”

He sounds so good when he’s half asleep. Voice deep and rough.

“Throat hurts,” you whisper, cringing. “I’ll be right back.”

He sighs and rolls over, wrapping you up in his arms and pressing you against his chest before you can protest. You don’t, though, and instead you sink into the warmth of him, the comfort of his presence, the soft hair across his torso, the scent of his skin and pheromones and sweat.

“Told you to slow down,” he mumbles. You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Can’t help myself.”

“I know,” he soothes, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and rubbing your back. “Want some coffee? Tea?”

You nod. “I’m gonna go get it —“

“Uh-uh. Stevie’s going to take care of you, yeah?”

You smile. “Don’t do that.”

“What? Call myself Stevie?”

“You’re weird.”

“You love me.”

You kiss his chest. “I do. But I can get myself —“

“What did I say, baby?” He sounds more awake now, immediately in caretaker mode. “What kind do you want?”

You hum, then wince. “The tea in the green box,” you say, because he doesn’t know anything about tea. Nor does he care to.

You lift your head to look at him. “Lots of honey, Steve.”

“Anythin’ for you.”

He pulls away, and you whimper. He makes you sweat, radiating heat like the sun, but he’s so comforting to be with. Makes you feel better already.

“Hey, I’ll be back,” he coos. “Gonna make you tea, tuck you in, shut the blinds, and let you sleep a little more.”

“Will you come back to bed?”

He scoffs, rolling off the mattress. He leans down to kiss your forehead again. “You think I’m going to let you look this pretty in our bed all by yourself?”

You pull the sheets up to your chin, trying to hide your smile. “I guess not.”

“Not a chance. I’ll be back after I make your gross tea, okay?” He scrunches his nose and you laugh, watching his pretty freckled body make its way to the door.

He turns back to look at you, leaning against the doorway. His hair’s a mess, but nevertheless good, as always. He’s slumped, body still wracked with sleep, eyes hooded. But he smiles. Really smiles. Looks at you with nothing but love and adoration. It makes your cheeks heat and you almost want to hide from his gaze.

“Don’t be too pretty while I’m gone, ‘kay?”

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I wish there were more pics of the Harrington house because I have such a hard time imagining it when reading fics 😫

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Stranger Things 3 × Posca

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it's been three years and max's choked up and desperate cry of "i don't want to die, i'm not ready" at the end of s4 after being suicidal for the majority of the season still hits like a fucking truck. like she was so scared. she was so scared she was literally fifteen she was a kid she didn't want to die she just wanted to hang out with her friends and be normal but she couldn't. she couldn't

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my contribution

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Endless Gifs of Steve Harrington (52/?) Stranger Things • 4.04 Dear Billy

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all my characters are autistic on some level but I think witch!Reader especially says some wild things with a straight face once a day that just rocks Eddie to the core

he’s making a joke about tripping on stage making a fool of himself and witch!R goes ‘no that won’t happen ever again. member when I borrowed your boots overnight? did a salt ritual and you haven’t stumbled once since then.’ and Eddie’s breathing heavily realizing it’s true like Oh! 😀 Very cool! Thanks babe!

he suggests taking a walk by Lover’s Lake one night (😏) but witch!R is not picking up on the subtext and takes the opportunity to inform him ‘the water makes my head hurt. all the voices from underneath it are too loud. how about a park?’ cut to Eddie staring blankly at a wall in the corner like 😶 For sure. For suuuure. Wherever you want. Fuck the lake.

basically I think he’d just be constantly on his knees like a damn knight of the old age for a witch that can commune with a different world as if plucked straight out of his comic books and D&D campaigns. considers himself equally the most lucky most horny and most slightly terrified boyfriend of all time

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Mike fake clapping here is sending me

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#He’s the big brother she deserved