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Little secret, big secret - steve harrington

chapter 2 of miss americana and the heartbreak prince

summary The little secret it's not so little anymore since you tell your best friend. She gets to the questioning part but you can't focus on anything else but Steve.

tags famous!singer!reader and famous!baseball-player!steve. Robin, Nancy, and rockstar!Eddie make their appearance! the only warning is consumption of alcohol again, they are adults 'kay.

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When Sunday comes, you sit in the living room of your house in LA. A generous bowl of ice cream, complete with crushed cookies and whipped cream, sat before you while the tv showed the sports channel. You couldn’t quite call yourself a sports fan, but there’s a reason you are tuned in – you wanted to see his face again.

Pictures as nice as they were, simply didn’t do him any justice. You needed to see that genuine smile, and maybe, just maybe, when the camera focused on him, you could see that smile you liked so much. 

Friday night was one of the best nights in your life, for sure. But between all the giggles and your racing heartbeat, you’d forgotten to ask for his number. It’s the only thing you regret from that night. Because when you let your mind wander back to that backyard, your entire body quivered with excitement.

His lips are soft against yours. The whiskey lingered on his lips but he had a sweet natural taste. His hands are squeezing your face with just the right amount of pressure, sending you to the moon. You wished that night would have lasted forever.

As cheers erupted from the TV, you got out of your pool of thoughts as the game started. The stadium’s music fills the place as the teams line up to greet the crowd. The camera pans from the fans to the players, capturing their energy.

The announcer’s voice presents with enthusiasm to the MVP – “Most Valuable Player,” which you quickly deciphered. Perhaps you needed to get your hands on a baseball magazine to stop feeling so lost.

When the camera zooms in on his face, you see his big pretty smile. He waves to the crowd, everyone chants his name clapping and jumping. They love him, he is a big deal. 

His eyes make contact with the camera lens, and you blush, feeling he is watching directly at you. He waved at the camera, slightly winking. He winks at you, he knows you are watching.

“Good luck, Steve” you mumble, grabbing your bowl of ice cream and getting comfortable to watch the game. 

—

Your cat jumps at you, falling on your tummy and waking you up. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but you glanced at the TV, and the game was over. Steve’s smile is bright as he celebrates with his teammates - they have won.

You felt guilty for falling asleep, but thankfully the sports channel has a segment that analyzed the game's best moments afterward. So that’s what you focus on for now, watching Steve being a natural talent, swinging the bat like he is the king of the stadium while everyone is enamored by his smile.

Your phone dings for the first time in the night. You sigh, the bright screen a bit harsh on your sleepy eyes as you check the text from an unknown number.

unknown: “hey :)”

You try to guess who it is but nothing comes to mind. Your friends are all saved in your contact list, you haven’t made any friends recently. Then it hits you like a wave, it was him. You try to match his chill tone, hiding your excitement like a little kid on christmas.

you: hi, who are you?

unknown: did you see how I winked at you on tv?

you: oh, Steve. yes, I saw it!

You think about a clever way to save his contact before he responds.

you: if you couldn’t already tell… I blushed right away

little secret: Really?? I wish i’d see that, i like it when you blush

you: next time I will send you a pic, hope is not a big of a distraction :’)

little secret: Are you kidding? I was thinking about you all the time and i did good

you: I saw, congratulations! You are amazing!

little secret: Thank you, gorgeous. Hey, my team wants to go out for drinks but, can I see you over the week? 

His charm even shows over texts.

you: Sure, uh is this a date?

little secret: Absolutely, I have something in mind. I hope you are free on thursday

you: I am, see you then

little secret: Can’t wait, good night beautiful 

you: Goodnight, handsome ♡

You lock your phone after the text and lay back on the couch, holding your phone to your chest with the biggest smile on your face. You are going on a date, you haven’t been to one in a long time, it’s something exciting but also makes you nervous. You know you can't tell anyone about this, it has to remain a secret. But if anyone could keep a secret, it was your best friend, Robin.

You quickly send her a text, inviting her to your place tomorrow. She says yes, assuring you that she’d catch the next flight to LA as soon as possible. You’d mentioned you had good news and bad news about a boy, and she couldn’t wait to talk to you.

__

Robin was about to have a heart attack over the news. Her jaw nearly hit the floor and you remained frozen in your seat. She leaned in, placing her hands on your shoulders, giving you a swift shake. 

“This is fucking insane!”

“So?” you ask.

“I mean, everything sounds like something out of a movie and I didn't think you were into athletes? You only date actors mostly…”

“Robs” you interrupt her before she says something even more embarrassing than your dating life.

“Yeah, it’s great but you… are you sure of this? Can you keep it a secret when both of you are being constantly harassed by paparazzi? And are you sure it’s worth all the trouble? Are you sure that he is good for you and not just looking for his fifteen minutes of fame?”

All of these questions make your head spin. You didn't think about it like this. Like a serious thing. You were having fun texting Steve in the morning before you had to pick Robin at the airport. But she is right, all of this feels like it belongs to a movie. Deep down, you believe it could really work.

“No, that’s why we are keeping it a secret and I believe we can make it. He is a good guy, Robin”

“You have known him for what? Three days? How can you be sure? I don’t want to see you crying over a douchebag again”

And she is right again. Her lawyer-like ability comes in handy when she is giving you advice. You grew up together, both of you have a great career but she has never left your side and always supports you. As your best friend, she just wants to protect you too.

“I’ll take it slow. I will be so careful, I promise” You smile at her, and she hugs you tight.

“You have to think about it with the seriousness it requires”

“Can you stop talking like you are in a courtroom?”

She laughs. “Tell me you haven’t written a song about him”

You pulled away from the hug, gently. Your gaze falls over to your lap to hide your cheeks, which are tinted pink.

“Oh, you did… in two days?”

“I wrote it all at midnight and finished around two. I still need the melody”

“Your fans are going to go crazy when they find out” She bumps your arm slightly with her fist.

“Now, what are we doing? There is a concert at night of that metal band you like”

“Corroded Coffin?” she shakes her head in disbelief.

“Yeah, them. Do you want to go? I can get special tickets” 

“Of course. I can get special tickets too”

“How?” you ask.

“I’m friends with the lead singer, I helped them with some legal issues. You know, rock stars and their passion for destroying hotel rooms”

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” you take her hand and lead her to your room, where you can get changed while dancing. You pop out a bottle of champagne to celebrate her company. You two are usually busy with work,  but it’s always good to see her.

—

The concert is great. It’s one of those private concerts, with no cameras, no obsessive fans taking thousands of pictures, and no one from the media. You enjoy the music as you sit next to Robin, who chats with Corroded Coffin’s manager, Nancy.

You want to ask for a fancy drink, not just a beer as usual. You watch the bottles of whiskey and just as magic, you hear a voice.

“Soft spot for whiskey?” He sits on a stool beside you and asks the bartender for two cups of whiskey.

“Steve!” your first instinct is to hug him, you throw your arms around his body and he wraps his on your waist.

“Hey, gorgeous. What are you doing in a metal concert?”

The bartender hands you both your drink, uninterested in your interaction and you keep your hands on Steve’s arms. 

“My friend-” you turn around but Robin is nowhere to be found. She’s probably somewhere with the band’s manager you met before. “She worked for this band when they had a problem with their hotel rooms”

“Yeah, typical rockstar shit” he laughs, drinking his whiskey and never taking his eyes off you. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you were resting,  you had a great game yesterday” 

He smiles as bright as ever hearing your praise.  “Thank you” he nods. “I’m friends with the lead singer, we used to go to high school together”

“Oh, you guys have been friends for a while?” 

“No, not at first, but now we’re pretty good friends. I’m glad he moved out of town and now he is a big star. He’s had this band since before we met, and  I’m proud of them” 

“You sound like a great friend. You are a big star too!” you tell him, taking a sip of whiskey to encourage you. 

“Look who's talking, the biggest star ever,” he chuckles, his hand finds the edge of your stool and pulls it closer to him. Your body loses its balance and Steve places a hand on your back to catch you. His arms are strong, and his touch on your body feels just right. He is looking at you like a masterpiece in a museum. 

You blush immediately, your heart thumps against your chest.

The music gets inevitably louder, you turn to watch the stage. Steve keeps his arm around your waist for the rest of the night. Everyone jumps and head bangs with the rhythm of the music, this is nothing compared to your shows. It’s a different energy, it’s good and it’s fun and it makes you laugh. Steve turns to see you smile, he grins and leaves a kiss on your cheek. 

Noticing no one is paying attention to you, you get brave and turn to kiss him. Your hand is pressed against his cheek while his lips move softly against yours, he squeezes your body with his arm pressing you against his chest. This is a different kiss, it’s quicker and it feels hotter.

Robin’s question lingered in your mind. Are you moving too fast? Is this going to work? But you know she had a point, you promised to be careful.

You break the kiss, leaning your forehead to touch his. His breath mixing with yours, he feels something is wrong but decides not to ask.

The place goes louder as Corroded Coffin finishes his shows, the lights go off and that’s when you get back to your seat. Steve decides it’s not really the place or time to talk about what’s going on. He’d figure it out soon, even if it meant losing some sleep over it.

“I have to go get my friend, it was lovely to see you again” You reach for his hand and he takes yours, giving a gentle squeeze. You get closer to his face as before, only to press a sweet peck on his cheek  “I’ll see you on Thursday, Steve”

The lights are now bright so people can find their way out. It makes both of you nervous that people can see you now. Steve doesn’t care much, getting close to you and leaving a peck on your cheek, just like you did. He hugs you wrapping his arms around your neck and getting close to your ear to whisper “Have a sweet night, beautiful” 

His soft but deep tone makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter. It was as if honey dripped from his mouth.

You smile as Robin gets to you, perfect timing. Steve walks off to join Eddie backstage, and you head home with Robin to have a perfect sleepover for old time's sake.

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“Are you sure about this?” Nancy asks, as Eddie gets lost in his six pack of beer that some groupie left in his dressing room.

“I am! She is amazing and beautiful” Steve insisted. He knew he’d only officially met you for three days now, but he had had a crush on you for a long time. “I made a move, and things are moving swiftly”

“What’s wrong with that, Nance? Big boy is finding the love of his life!” Eddie helps Steve, trying to make him feel better. However Nancy keeps her arms crossed in front of her chest. He knows Steve has a big heart, but sometimes he can be so out of touch with his emotions, it tends to hurt people.

“Nothing is wrong if he’s sure he can take care of her,” she says, both of the boys in the room glance at their friend like little kids being yelled at by their mom. “And what is Hopper going to say about it? You know he doesn’t want you distracted from your games” 

Hopper had taken Steve under his wing, training him after he recognized Steve had talent. The four of them left behind so much in Hawkins to follow their dreams, they just can’t risk it. 

“He doesn’t mind. I’ll be okay, really” Steve tried to reassure them.

But Steve knows it is going to cost. Because his ego can get to him, he needs to be the best to show everyone he is capable of it. He likes the winning, the praise, the trophies. He couldn’t handle losing. He can’t afford getting distracted.

“And she is not just another girl in town for a one night stand” Eddie adds. “She is the prettiest, most loved, and most talented girl in… the whole world actually” 

Then there was you, the girl Steve had fallen for in just one night. The girl who had him waking up earlier than usual to send you a ‘Good morning, gorgeous’ text as soon as the sun peeks from his window. He loved it when your sleepy ‘Good morning, handsome ♡’ showed up in his notifications and he would reply as soon as he finished off with training at his home gym. 

God. It has happened one time and Steve wants it to be forever. But it would be so much better if instead of you waking up with a text, you wake up next to him. He can already imagine you sleepy face, your disheveled hair falling on your naked shoulders after a night of– Earth to Steve!

“Exactly, but only if the secret plan works. If this goes public and you hurt her, everyone is going to make your life miserable, starting with her best friend”

“Ooohhh, and that’s when we leave Big boy alone and focus on little Nance, getting a date with that fancy lawyer I see?” Eddie teases, Steve sighs in relief that the conversation shifted away from him.

“I do have a date with her. But Eds, please stop destroying hotel rooms” Nancy says, and Eddie couldn’t help but chuckle at their playful banter.

Steve laughs at his friends and how they start bickering, but an uncomfortable feeling of anxiety sits right in his stomach. This has to work, he better not fuck it up. He likes you, he wants you.

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Princess Leia and Wonder Woman Emerge as Icons in Women’s Anti-Trump Marches

Photo: Twitter

Women are marching all across the country and the world today to protest the inauguration of Donald Trump, and a certain galactic princess is leading the charge. The image of Carrie Fisher, who portrayed the iconic Princess Leia in the Star Wars films and recently passed away after suffering a heart attack, has emerged as an icon in the protests.

Countless signs can be seen bearing Fisher’s image as Leia, with her iconic bun hairstyle, many of them bearing the quote: “A woman’s place is in the resistance.”

Not in the background, on the frontline of the fight. H/t @clarkgregg #theforceiswith #WomensMarch #princessleia pic.twitter.com/lOIriYtMho

— Kaylen P (@KaylenP) January 21, 2017

Fisher herself was not a fan of the new president, posting several tweets aimed at Trump:

Wasn't Trump supposed the anti political Candidate??He's now furiously pleading,warning,reiterating-Speech Making ????️ ????️????️????ℹ✝️ℹ????️♑️

— Carrie Fisher (@carrieffisher) November 8, 2016

Trump speaking his mind isn't refreshing, it's appalling. Coca Cola is refreshing…

— Carrie Fisher (@carrieffisher) November 6, 2016

Gary's reaction to election….????????????????‍♂️ pic.twitter.com/lQReyQZBOJ

— Carrie Fisher (@carrieffisher) October 23, 2016

Those marching echo her sentiments through the spirit of rebellion she portrayed as Leia. “Carrie would be proud” writes Twitter user @batmotel alongside several photos of protesters with Leia signs:

Carrie would be proud #WomensMarch pic.twitter.com/Hn9qAj0hN7

— ㅤ (@batmoteI) January 21, 2017

Below are some other signs protesters have shared via Twitter:

Princess Leia lives on @WomensMarch #CarrieFisher @wusa9 #WomensMarch pic.twitter.com/UXf1iBwaqG

— Peggy Fox (@PeggyTV) January 21, 2017

Princess Leia joins the #WomensMarch #CarrieFisher pic.twitter.com/ERMxviQTO2

— dcallejon (@dcallejon) January 21, 2017

In honor of her friend, #CarrieFisher #womensmarch #staynasty pic.twitter.com/sBNBKvVhMh

— Rose Kue (@rosekue) January 21, 2017

  "#CarrieFisher sent Me" #womensmarchlondon #WomensMarch #DumpTrump pic.twitter.com/iw6h1wz5DJ

— Sasha Simic (@sashasimic) January 21, 2017

#WomensMarch + #CarrieFisher = ???? pic.twitter.com/CvjYzPGY7i

— Alex Leo (@AlexMLeo) January 21, 2017

Leia is not the only strong female fictional character making an appearance at the marches. DC Comics heroine Wonder Woman is also being widely invoked:

To the person who this, thank you. #WomensMarch #WonderWoman #strongwomen pic.twitter.com/0bTbPlA4OV

— DeeWonder_Love (@Dianadlgd12) January 21, 2017

My friend just sent this to me and it makes my heart swell #nastywoman #womensmarch #wonderwoman pic.twitter.com/pG0zZpfcWP

— Chris Harnick (@chrisharnick) January 21, 2017

On our way 2 #PershingSquare w/ the BEST marching partner 4 #WomensMarchLA! @GalGadot @PattyJenks #WomensMarch #WonderWoman #Equality pic.twitter.com/kucJGFQJwp

— Dorkalicious Itzmoe (@itzmoe) January 21, 2017

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Gorgeous - steve harrington

chapter 1 of miss americana and the heartbreak prince

summary you are on a break from tour and all of your plans get wrecked by a lovely baseball player.

tags famous!singer!reader and famous!baseball-player!steve. each chapter will have it’s own warnings, none for this one except consumption of alcohol. just pure fluff. i changed the name of the chapter sorryyyyy!!!! no use of y/n

w.c 2.2k

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You’ve reached the half of your tour, and Wednesday’s show was the most energetic. Now you find yourself yearning for some much needed rest during your month-long break. You can already picture yourself making a nest on your bed, doing nothing but sleeping and watching your favorite tv show.

Life takes unexpected turns, it’s Friday now, and one of your friends has invited you to a party. She said it wasn’t a ‘big thing’ but the house was full, the music wasn’t so loud and you wanted to thank the host for it. You miss your bed, and your cats, but it’s also nice to see some of your… friends. Not that you have too many, there’s always a struggle on trusting new people. 

You try to relax your shoulders as you make your way to the kitchen to get a drink. On your way, everyone keeps complimenting you about the successful tour you’ve had.

Since you started making music, the growth of your career has been massive. Rich and famous people often prioritize numbers and records, focused on ‘who does it first’ ‘who wins the next award’ and tons of material shit you don’t care about. You wish someone would appreciate your music as you’ve always seen it, art. It’s an extension of you, a way to feel yourself free while being connected with your fans through truthful and poetic lyrics.

The kitchen is empty, only two people hang around kissing and touching each other like they are invisible. Something in your body aches whenever you get to watch someone giving affection to their partner. It’s inevitable, you yearn for that.

Being a successful person does not always mean you get what you want in your personal life. Sure, you’ve had dates with interesting people but no one sticks around to see the true you. Most of the time they only want to hang out with you, have a date or attend an event only to get their five minutes of fame.

Now that you think about it, maybe you don’t have time to settle down with someone and that’s  disappointing, you really crave for someone to snuggle with and have a fun loving life. Dance around the kitchen, play around at the beach. 

It seems everyone has time for love but you. Everyone does the best, or worst, time on dates while your dates always have paparazzi and people at home watching the pictures, focusing on who you are dating instead of what you do, what you feel, and who you are. It’s more exhausting than performing love songs about fictional people that you’ve created in your head.

You wish your personal life was getting better as your professional life, tour, and travel days are planned, you always get your favorite breakfast, and the love that radiates from the fans makes you glow. It’s a different story when you’re alone in a hotel room, you start to feel like the loneliest person in the world. How can someone perform for 30,000 people and yet feel so alone five hours later?

Being on tour is exhausting, but for a couple of minutes on that stage, you feel powerful. It’s the safest place you have, for now.

You are in desperate need of the strongest drink you can get. So, you reach for a bottle but as you reach for it, a hand is pressed against yours. You gasp at the sudden touch and look up to see who it is.

Famous baseball player Steve Harrington appears from out of nowhere. The touch feels warm, you blush as he looks at you with a grin on his face.

“Soft spot for whiskey? This is my favorite one too” he says, your lips parted as you feel the heat on your face.

Keep. Yourself. Together.

“Uh…” you didn’t even realize it was whiskey, I just grabbed the first thing I could find” you confess, biting your lip as you miss the warmth of his hand. 

“You weren’t going to pour this fine whiskey on that red cup, were you?” a chuckle escapes from his lips. He is cocky, he grins like he is the king of the world, and you… you like it.

“I- I just wanted something stronger than this beer” You let the red solo cup on the table focusing on his movements.

“Let me handle this” he makes his way through the kitchen looking for a cup worthy of his favorite liquor. He manages to get one, it’s not the same one he hand-picked since the party started but he believes it’ll do the job. He adds a couple of ice cubes and pours the whiskey, just the right amount.

As he hands you the cup, your fingers briefly touch, sending shivers down your spine. You don’t know what’s got you so nervous, please, you are the queen of the world right now. 

“Thank you,” you say, taking a sip of the drink. As the liquor travels through your throat, you can feel it burn. It’s a feeling that leaves you pleased, this is exactly what you were looking for. “Wow, it’s delicious”

“I know, the best whiskey in this state,” he says. “I’m Steve Harrington, by the way,” he gets closer to you, his hand reaching out for yours.

You shake his hand, your cheeks feel hotter than ever. “Nice to meet you, I’m-”

“I know who you are,” he whispers, winking with a grin. Letting go of your hand he finishes his drink in a sip. He wipes the corner of his mouth and grabs the bottle of whiskey. “It’s too loud in here, do you want to join me in the backyard?" The house fills with voices as someone else arrives and everyone goes to the front porch to greet them.

“Sure” you nod, now holding your drink between your hands. You follow him to the backyard, small and shy steps– far from your usual confident self.

“Here, I grabbed this blanket earlier. You can sit with me” He offers you a spot on a blanket, sitting down and getting comfortable.

You take another sip of your drink, feeling the whiskey fade the nerves away. “It looks like you had this planned out” You leave your cup on the grass, letting the ice melt a while, to make it less strong. 

He laughs, looking at the stars in the sky. You get lost on his features. The way his nose is perfectly shaped, his eyelashes are long, the little freckles on his face lit up by the yellow little lights in the backyard. “I wanted some space. I have a game on Sunday and I got dragged to this party… I tend to just find a place for myself. It looks like you needed a break too”

You notice how his nose scrunches up when he mentions his game. You bet he didn't know that you were aware of his existence, but you did. It was impossible to dismiss him, he has been one of the biggest and most famous players since the season started. Your dad and your friends talk about him. On tour, some people on your team watch his games before the show since the games are early. His face covers some of the biggest places in the cities you visited on tour. 

“Is it a big game?” you curse yourself, of course it is. But you know nothing about baseball so he lets it pass. He looks at you with a sympathetic smile.

“It is, the team we are going up against is one of the best. I don’t tend to talk about it days before or I will get nervous” he confesses, leaning his head to one side and looking at you like you are the most beautiful jewel in the world.

“I don’t believe you” you laugh, shaking your head.

“What?”

“You, getting nervous. Your team has won over and over because of you, people on my tour team always brag about how you are the best”

Steve blushes at your words. He is fucking blushing and lets out a nervous but cute laugh.

“Don’t tell me you don’t get nervous after a show” his cocky grin comes back, you reach quickly for your cup to take a sip.

“I don’t,” you say.

He leans back, eyes wide. His lips parted in surprise.

“You don’t? How?” he asks.

“I do the same every night. It’s all choreographed, the one who is always nervous is my tour manager. But me. I don’t know” You let your head fall to look at the cup, and you shake it slowly so the ice cubes make a sparkly sound. “When I get on stage my heart just fills with warmth and I know there are people who are having the best time just because of me”

“That sounds very romantic” he searches for your face, and you look at him.

“It’s the closest I will ever get to romance” you sigh, feeling a sense of shared understanding.

“Hey, cheers to that!” he says.

“Cheers!” 

You clink your glasses together. The night slips away, accompanied by Steve, whiskey, and sharing stories.

He is sweet, he has a true passion for his job, loves his career, and his team. You didn’t like to talk about work, but what else would you talk about? Work consumes both of you, it's easy to realize that. He is in every poster, you are in every magazine. Social media is filled with pictures of you, good news, bad news, fake news. 

“It’s comforting to know someone is as married to their job as I am,” he says, his words slurred from the whiskey.

“I don't like to call it a work, it’s more like…” you begin.

“A dream come true,” he finishes for you.

“A dream come true, yes” You agree, feeling your head already spinning, the bridge of your nose hurting and your back giving up after sitting on the grass.

“Can I just tell you.. You are not what people say you are, well, not entirely” he says suddenly, whiskey doesn’t make Steve confident, it makes him dumb.

“What do you mean?” you worry, your body tensing in anticipation.  You’ve read all of the nasty things people have said about you, but it only hurts when it comes from someone you like or care about. Was he about to say something mean?

Steve could never say something hurtful. He respects people so he can be respected in return. He’s experienced the harshness of the media as well, he has somewhat of a bad reputation.

“You are an icon. But right now, you are just… you” he shrugs. “You look so unreal in those magazines and right now you look like a fire in a cold winter” he gets closer to you, and the gap between you disappears. “I mean, you are not just a record breaker, you radiate an energy that makes me... too comfortable for my liking”

“Are you…”

“I am serious,” he says, looking at your face, admiring all of your features. He knows you are cute, perfect, and talented. But now he realizes you are also sweet, you have a warm personality and a calm that surrounds you everywhere you go. “Talking to you made me forget everyone in the world knows my name, it’s like you are the only one who knows me”

“Like we know each other's little secrets?” you ask, reciprocating his feelings. Talking to him also made you forget about the millions of people who are listening to your music every night. That your face is on every little girls’ bedroom wall.

“Like we are each other’s secret” he whispers, so close his liquory breath tingles against your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please” you whisper too, your entire body is burning. What you said earlier wasn’t a lie, you don’t experience romance very often.

“So cute and polite” he rests two of his fingers on your chin to bring you closer. Steve gently presses his lips to yours, moving them softly as you catch up with his movements.

The kiss is slow, but your heart is beating faster than ever. You only get this feeling when you are on stage, he only gets this feeling when he wins. 

His thumb slides to your neck as his fingers rest in your cheek. Your face is between his hands, and you could swear you see stars, a glowing pink aura surrounding the two of you. This feels too good to be true.

When air is needed, both of you separate from each other. You touch his arm to keep him closer as he looks at your face, lips puffy from kissing.

“Guys! Pizza is here” someone inside the house screams, the scent of greasy food making its way to you.

“I don’t know about you but I'm really hungry,” he says, getting up and offering you a hand to help you get up.

“Me too” Your cheeks are still pink, he notices and almost falls on his knees at how adorable you look. You take his hand and get up, your chest bumps against his. 

“There is one thing everyone says and it's that you are beautiful” he looks at you with his pretty brown eyes.

“Do you agree?” you ask.

“You are fucking gorgeous”

You laugh, getting on your tippy toes to leave a kiss on his cheek.

“We are each other’s little secret, remember?”

You nod in agreement, understanding the secret bond you now share. Steve smiles and drops your hand, disappearing into the house. You let out a big sigh, you are so going to make a song about this, but for now, it’s a secret you’ll keep locked away from the world.

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state of grace | steve harrington x fem!reader

+18 nsfw. steve calls reader kitten, hickey session sorta, thigh riding, fingering, needy reader. no mention of pronouns, reader has a vagina. no use of y/n.

“Slow down, kitten” He whispers in your ear , your legs are straddling his waist, sitting on his lap with his face buried in your neck giving you kisses and bites all over your delicate skin.

“The yearbook club is going to kill me if i show up for picture day like this”

“Can you please not mention school while we are…”

“I will have to put a lot of concealer on”

“Baby just leave it, let anyone know who you belong to” his calloused fingers hide under the soft fabric of your shirt, he squeezes your breasts as you begin to grind over his leg.

“If i’m showing up like this then you too” you start nibbling on his skin, trying to leave a decent purple mark.

Your kisses go down to his collarbone, where you start to lick his skin like a kitty referencing the pet name he gave you.

“You are so fucking needy my little kitty, i can feel my thigh getting wet already”

You always do it and it kills him, your little tongue presses down wet kisses in the most sensitive parts, his cock gets hard with the feeling “Stevie, shut up!”

He laughs at your words, his giggles come back from the deepest part of his throat giving them a lower tone. The sound invades your ears and you let out a moan.

“Good, good kitten” Steve leans his head to one side while giving you space to kiss his neck more, and more. He notices you eager for friction and he gets comfortable, while the muscles on his leg tighten.

You feel your pussy starting to burn, you search for more friction while he bounces his leg , softly, up and down.

“C’mon i know you want to make a mess on my leg, i can feel it already princess”

A desperate whimper falls from your lips, is the sign Steve has been waiting for. He keeps you steady on his thigh while you grind in it. Pulling you down so your clit can feel more friction.

A hand slides down your skirt, he touches the wet spot between your legs and over your panties.

“I think this has to go” he maneuvers his fingers taking the lace of your panties, his full hand takes a part of them ripping them apart. He earns another whimper from you “I’ll buy you a new pair, baby”

Two of his fingers go easy inside you, he bumps them in looking at the pleasure on your face.

“Can i cum, please please can i cum?”

“Sure thing, kitten. Give it to me” his teeth burry in his bottom lip, your mouth keeps itself in a perfect shaped “O”

While your core starts to feel hotter than earlier, your tummy starts relaxing and letting out sticky cum from your orgasm. You lean your head back, closing your eyes, swearing you can see right now.

Steve’s thigh gets wet and sticky, he doesn’t mind. He smiles while staring at it and his hand travels to your hair.

“You are so pretty” his lips come to crash into yours, a soft kiss while you get down from your high.

“You too, Stevie” you whisper in his mouth, your words tickling his bottom lip “Let me take care of you now”

“Who am i to stop you? Go have your breakfast baby”

You roll your eyes chuckling, he does too.

The yearbook club will have to wait more time to take your pictures.

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can't help it if i wanna kiss you in the rain - steve harrington

summary based on this lovely anon! thank you for your request, I hope you like it.

tags best friends to lovers. mutual pinning. mentions of weed. Eddie been Eddie and Erica being Erica. season 4. mention of starcourt but nothing else related to the upside down happens. slight use of y/n, sorry. a little bit of angst and then pure fluff. if i missed anything please tell me.

w.c 2.4k

You are so upset.

You couldn’t fall asleep on the plane. They only had snacks with nuts on them. The juice boxes were gone.

You just want to avoid everyone, specifically Steve. 

He didn’t answer your letters for over two weeks, he stopped calling you every night to tell you all about his day and you… you were so upset you couldn’t enjoy the warm welcome your friends had prepared for you.

Life after the Starcourt incident wasn’t easy. Moving away from all the things, from all the people you love, it was destroying you. Jonathan found friends, Will and El do stuff without you all the time. You missed home, you missed your friends, your best friend.

The ride to Steve’s house is short, unfortunately. As Nancy gets out of the car to grab his boyfriend’s hand, Will, El, and Mike make sure to greet Dustin and Lucas at the door. Robin runs to you and hugs you, a warm big smile forms on your lips, she knows something is wrong from the moment your body stays still for a couple of seconds before hugging her back.

“You okay?” she asks, you can’t lie to her but you can’t rant about Steve and how upset you are because it would ruin everyone’s day. Half of the group came back all the way from California.

“I’m okay, Robs. Don’t worry” You take a step back, not dropping your hands from the sides of her arms and squeezing them. “You, young lady, you need to tell me all about Vickie”

She laughs, her cheeks light pink as the color of your skirt. You can’t stop a giggle from coming out of your lips, but as soon as you see him… your body goes stiff again and Robin rushes inside the house to get a drink before spilling everything about her crush.

But there he is. His gray almost blue polo shirt hugs his chest flawlessly. The last two buttons remain unbuttoned and the best friend chain you share with him shows up, resting on his hairy chest that moves up and down as he breathes. His hair, amazing as it is, has a life of itself and it’s beaming as well as his face. You are sure he is wearing the tightest jeans ever but you fight everything in yourself not to look down, as you fight with the same strength and keep your arms to yourself.

He whispers, "Hi" and locks his gaze on you, asking for a hug.

“Hey,” you say, not moving an inch and he finds it odd. Before you moved away you loved his hugs, his arms around you embracing you while your face rested on his chest, so close to his neck that your nose used to catch the scent of his cologne and a hint of cigarettes. Your hips will bump with his and- NO, STOP STOP.

“Are you okay? You look-”

He tries to speak with the same calm as always but it’s impossible. He feels something is different and he can’t wrap his head around it. You interrupt him, bumping your shoulder into his arm and running upstairs mumbling the dumbest excuse ever. 

“I- I need to, uhm, go to the bathroom” 

Steve doesn’t say anything. He figures you need some space or you are tired from the flight. He reunites with the others in the kitchen and gets introduced to Argyle who is talking to Eddie about something. 

He watches you come back, you are holding your best friend's necklace with your fingers, you usually do that when you are nervous. Steve's eyes focus on you and you turn around, going straight to the living room where the others are. Panic settles over his chest and no one seems to notice. 

Eddie is quick to hit his shoulder slightly with his palm and nods to the living room, telling Steve to join the others.

–

The living room is filled with voices and chuckles. You talk to everyone about your new school, your new house. Everyone pays attention to all the California Shenanigans.

Steve is focused on you, with a frown on his face and yes, you’ve noticed. It took you possibly five minutes to feel his confused gaze over you, but you decided to ignore it. You ignore him as he ignored you when you were away. You keep talking to Erica about her winning the campaign and Eddie joins the conversation making Steve… jealous.

“Guys! Guys. You all talk like you haven’t seen each other in ten years, I get it, but I still need to meet the rest of you!” A high Argyle speaks up, earning everyone’s attention “Can we just have a quick chat?”

“There is something we have to do outside, but you guys chat!” Dustin says as every single one of the kids follows him except Erica.

“Erica, let the grown-ups talk”

A choir of “boos” and “we are not that old” makes Lucas jump, he rolls his eyes and goes out joining his friends in the backyard.

“What? They are going to do a nerdy thing I'm not interested in” Erica replies, looking at everyone in the room.

“Erica, you play dragons and… what is it? castles?” Argyle says.

“Dungeons and dragons, man!” Eddie corrects him and hits him with his elbow. They quickly became friends and it’s hilarious to see them interact.

“You guys are soooo high,” you say. Eddie, who remains by your side, quickly bumps his knuckle softly against your chin, earning a giggle from you.

“What? Do you want a joint, sweetheart? He teases, and you roll your eyes.

“She’s not into that” Steve scoffs, peeking at the interaction that has his head hurting for quite a while now.

“What? She totally is. Bro, remember that time when you got so high you poured your milkshake on Jonathan and Ms. Byers thought he threw up on himself?” Argyle’s confession takes you by surprise, Jonathan laughs remembering and describing the incident to everyone. 

The room fills with chuckles one more time. Steve feels a knot in his throat and you try to keep your face away from him.

“I had to tell my mom she tripped, it was a fun day actually,” the older Byers says.

“That reminds me, one time Steve had a date and I accidentally spilled my jar of fresh cherry jam on him. He spent the rest of the shift with his legs wrapped in a towel while his jeans were drying up!” Robin tells the funny story and that’s when you look at Steve. 

Your mind starts wandering. He had a date, maybe he had a girlfriend already and that’s why he was so busy.

“Was that the same girl I saw you with at the movie theater?” Nancy asks.

“Nope, that was Heather and the other one was Heidi” Robin answers, Steve looks away from you, embarrassed. 

Jealousy starts to get its way through your head. Your breath quickens and you start to get more furious.

“And what happened with Linda?” Nancy asks again.

“Can you guys just drop it?” Steve starts to get annoyed. “We just kissed, that is all”

“Fuck this” you mumble, the only one hearing you is Eddie.

“Woah, are you okay? Eddie notices your face, red with anger and your eyes glassy.

“Can everyone just stop asking if I’m fucking okay?”

Your voice shakes and you storm out of the room. The rest watches you go and Steve panics, but doesn’t move.

“Are you stupid?” Erica speaks, making Steve wake up as she is talking to him.

“What?”

“Oh please, you love that girl and you idiots had to mention all of his dates. She is clearly jealous, even I can see it”

“Erica!” Steve raises his voice but she doesn’t get upset.

“Just the facts! Don’t be a moron Steve”

And that’s what it took. An 11-year-old shit-talking to Steve for him to realize he had to fix this.

He gets up and before he opens the door, Robin grabs his hand stopping him.

“Don’t- don’t lie to her and do not try to push her away” She squeezes his hand before dropping it. “You’ve been miserable without her, don’t make another mistake"

Steve nods, opening the door, and walks to the street to find you, you are walking as quickly as possible but the cold rain slows you down as you hug yourself and walk.

Alone. Annoyed. Jealous. Furious.

“Y/n! Please come back”

An agitated voice makes your ears ring. It’s him, his voice was so recognizable that it was impossible to ignore it. You turn around, making an effort to not run toward him and cry for him, begging him to love you.

You’ve never cried over a boy because you’ve always been in love with your best friend, Steve.

“Please just listen” he begs, the rain starts to calm down as if the sky knows something is about to happen.

“What do you want?”

“I want to talk to you! You have been avoiding me all day and it’s making me crazy. I’m sorry you had to hear all of that” he slurs his words as he tries to ease his breath.

"Are you only apologizing for having dates?"

“No, no. I know ignoring you was wrong, I know trying to push you away was so shitty of me”

You keep your arms crossed against your chest. You keep shivering from the cold of the rain. Your clothes are all soaked and sticky.

“And?”

“And? I’m sorry, I'm sorry. But you didn’t have to act like such a jerk to me, not when I haven't seen you for so long. You know you can talk to me!”

“It’s all good, I wish you would talk to me too but it's too late. Bye now"

“Wait, wait”

“What do you want, Steve?” you shake your head. “Please, enlighten me. What is it? I want to go home. I want to get out of these clothes and curl up in my bed. Just leave me alone alright”

“You are unbelievable”

“What?”

“You know the phone works both ways right?”

“I didn’t need the phone. I sent you a bunch of letters you didn’t read. Sorry to bother you with all of that you couldn’t even open one”

“I read all of them. I'm sorry i didn't reply to them... but now I know you are hiding a lot of things. Tell me, was one of your letters going to mention you smoke weed and hang around god-knows-where while you are high?”

“Oh my god, Steve. That was one time” you sigh. You couldn’t believe he was telling you all of this as if you did something wrong “You were the one ignoring me, remember? Being too busy with girls you couldn’t pick up the phone, what were you doing, Steve? 

“They were just dates, nothing happened! I would’ve told you if… I don’t know”

“Well, I had a date too,” you say. It’s not a lie, you did have a date with some guy named Dave, it didn’t go well because let’s be honest he wasn’t Steve. “And I would’ve told you too but it looked like you didn't care”

“You had a date? So you have a boyfriend now or what?” he asks, his fists clenching. His knuckles are white, and his face glows red.

“Why are you getting so upset about it?” you notice a shift in his voice, he looks too angry for some weird reason.

“You have a boyfriend”

“I don’t have a boyfriend. And if I had one, why do you care? You are the one going on hundreds of dates” A laugh comes out of your lips, but your heart is aching.

“Because the dates were a distraction! A distraction that didn't work because no one is... no one is as perfect and beautiful as you, and it kills me, you know?” 

You get confused, he starts to get closer. Your tears start to mix with the drops of rain, your sight becomes blurry.

“I like you! Fuck, I love you!” he speaks, defeated and with a hand over his chest, right over his heart. “I have loved you since I met you, I’m sorry I was such a jerk for hiding it but I thought you deserved someone so much better than me and I didn’t-” 

He gets cut off by your lips on his. It was everything he needed, he is everything you wanted. The kiss is short but it’s filled with all the pent-up emotions, all the years of waiting, all the lingering hugs and him “casually” always keeping a hand over you.

His lips are soft, he gets a taste of your strawberry chapstick and smiles over your bottom lip. You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your bodies together.

“I like… I love you too, Steve” you say, his eyes focused on your lips as his hands rest on your waist. “I was hiding it too, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry we had to fight and, I-”

“It’s fine” he whispers, the drops of rain make his hair fall to his forehead, you are quick to brush it away from his face with your fingers, and he doesn’t mind.

“It’s not, we could’ve sorted this out sooner but I was scared– scared that if I told you, you were going to reject me”

“I thought you were going to reject me. Dreaming about you with me every night was better than thinking about losing you, so I was hiding it” he brushes his nose against yours. “But I don't have to hide it anymore. I love you. You love me. God, please tell me you are not joking”

“I’m not joking, Stevie. I love you”

His favorite nickname makes an appearance, he smiles as it’s been a long time since he hasn't heard it.

 “I love you too, baby”

The new pet name makes your heart flutter and he wants to kiss you again, but the rain doesn’t seem to stop and you are both shivering.

“Let’s get in before you catch a cold,” he says, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. You walk with him back to his house, your body immediately feels calmer as you get closer to him and hug him. 

“I missed you”

“I missed you too, don’t you dare think i’m letting you leave my house today”

“Wasn’t planning on it”

He grins, you giggle. The girl of his dreams is finally with him, nothing could ruin his mood since that day.

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songs about you | rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary eddie left town to chase his dreams, writing songs about you is killing him so he goes back to Hawkins to get you back.

warning break up mentioned (not with eddie), no use of y/n. just pure fluff so so fluffy.

a/n first fic after my break, sorry if it's messy. got the inspo from a scene from empire records ? kind of.

wc 1.5k

inspired on this moodboard i made

Eddie left town after he met Chase, a guy who worked at a recording studio in LA. When Chase met Eddie and his band Corroded Coffin he promised they had potential, since then they’ve been making songs and becoming a bigger band. You on the other hand, decided to go to the community college and started to teach music to children, it was a good job and not so tiring and left plenty of space to do homework and have a lot of fun with your friends.

When Eddie came back to Hawkins last week for a break, he promised to spend time with you and your friends. Movie nights with Robin, Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan, playing d&d with the kids and teaching Max and Mike how to play guitar.

It has been a couple of fun days until yesterday, your relationship with your boyfriend has been a nightmare since he cheated on you, and you decided to forgive him and give him a second chance but after the fight last night you wanted to be as far away from him as possible and luckily for you, Eddie accepted you to stay in his trailer, just like in the old days. You had plenty of sleep, and Eddie kept his distance from you not knowing you had broken up with your ex-boyfriend, still the bed was warm and you didn't feel alone anymore.

Eddie missed you like crazy, writing and singing songs about you was ripping his heart apart. He wanted to stay back in Hawkins with you but he had to take your advice "go, be a rock star. iʼll be here supporting you as always" After you slept in his bed last night, he had a feeling that he could win you back, he hated your boyfriend for keeping you apart from him but it was a sacrifice he had to make.

—

You wake up late in the morning, patting down the space beside you, it was empty. Eddie woke up earlier but he left a note.

"Hey sweetheart, I have practice and soundcheck all day but I hope you can come and watch us at 8:00. Here's your ticket, please eat well… you can stay here as long as you want. — Eddie"

You sigh leaving the note in its place after tracing the words with your fingers, knowing there is not much to do on a free Saturday. You decided to go home after picking your breakfast from a cafeteria nearby, take a shower, relax and get ready for Eddieʼs concert.

—

It was 8:00 pm, the hideout was full of people who loved Corroded Coffin. The show was starting, you found a place close to Robin and Steve keeping your eyes glued to Eddie and the way he performed every song. It was hypnotizing, the way the blue glow of the lights made his face look angelic, the shiny rings on his fingers while he played guitar, and the emotion in his voice from every lyric of his songs. He was a very talented songwriter, the way he played the guitar so easily and the way his jaw moved as he sang and his curls moved as he was shaking his head at the rhythm.

Your heart couldn't resist it anymore, all the feelings from the start flowered up, you loved Eddie, and you have always been in love with him. Every night you wondered what he was doing, writing, performing, recording, signing autographs. You were beyond proud of him for chasing his dreams and he was absolutely crushing it.

The set ended after a few songs, it was an awesome show, mostly when Eddie looked right at you as he pronounced some of the most heart-wrenching lyrics. You didn't know those songs were for you, but he made your heart race anyway.

Robin and Steve made their way to the bar, they asked you to come with them but you just wanted to see Eddie. Pushing some bodies away from you as you made your way to the side of the stage, Eddie followed you with his eyes to catch up with you at the top of the stairs.

"Hey, you" he reached out for your hand, helping you get on stage and walking you backstage where the rest of the band relaxed "Did you like the show?"

"Like it? I loved it, Eds" your smile got bigger as you locked eyes with him "you are so talented, you all are"

He laughed at your words, Gareth screamed a ‘thank you’ and the rest of the band laughed too.

"C’mon there is something I have to show you" he squeezed your hand, and you followed him to a couple of stairs and walked with him. The stairs lead you to a rooftop, the neon sign of the hideout was the only source of light aside from the moon.

"Wow, this is awesome" The view from the rooftop was breathtaking, you were able to see some of the houses from the town, and the other side filled up with trees, the night was cold and you shivered. Eddie noticed, he placed his hands on your biceps in an attempt to warm you up.

"I- I hope you noticed that... When I looked at you, I sang those words to you. I guess I wasnʼt performing for everyone but you, I wrote them for you I, I feel that way I really do"

His bottom lip quivered, not much but you noticed. You took a deep breath parting your lips to talk, but he interrupted.

"I know you have a relationship, I get it if you donʼt want to go back in time to when we were so close but god, do I miss you" he rubbed your arms, his hands tightening up on them so they stopped shaking.

"I broke up with him," you said, in a whisper "he cheated on me, we got into a fight... Itʼs over"

"He is an idiot, you know?" he sighs.

"yeah, believe me, I know" You close your eyes for a moment, trying to process everything that was happening "but it also felt like I was cheating on hi, if someone gave me a penny anytime you crossed my mind iʼd be a millionaire by now" you giggled, Eddie did too.

You looked at him, he looked at you. Both of you had a warm pink tint on your cheeks, your heart was pounding and so was his. His hands slid down from your arms to your hands, he gave them a gentle squeeze before letting them go. He placed his hands on your waist, pushing your body towards his and making your chest bump with his. One of his hands rested on your back, the other traveled all the way up to your chin, lifting your face up.

"Now that I have you in my arms, I don't want you to go anywhere else" his soft puppy eyes were glossy as he got closer to your face.

"I only want to be with you, you have me now Iʼm all yours"

Before you could say another word, he leaned in to kiss your lips. You curled your arms around him as he pressed your back with his hand trying to pull you closer, the blood rushed through his veins like ocean waves as his heart beat with so much intensity he was scared you could hear it.

Your stomach filled up with a warm sensation, there weren't any butterflies or an anxious feeling, instead, it was peaceful and safe. You felt safe around him.

It was a tender kiss, gentle, delicate, and filled with love, the love you had for each other bottled up in your bodies was finally put to good use. Your lips melted with his, he moved his head to the side and slides his tongue into your mouth, exploring, tasting, enjoying it. After a few minutes, both of you pulled your heads back, catching the air you needed and giggling.

He took a look at you, your glossy eyes, your puffy lips, your body. "Shit, you are perfect" he muttered, making you blush.

"You are too, come back here" You push him back to you, tangling your arms around his neck. He does the same gripping your waist and lifting you up, he leaves a few pecks on your neck making you giggle.

"You just broke up with that asshole, I feel like I need to give you time or space to mourn but know that after you feel okay again iʼm going to be glued to you"

"I donʼt need time, I want you." You shake your head slightly, wrapping his waist with your legs. "You were gone for a long time, I will follow you everywhere from now on"

“I’m so writing a song about this moment” he says, earning a giggle from you.

He smiled at you, and you imitated his actions. He feels like a new man, a happy man and you feel comfortable, happy, secure. The love you deserve has finally been given to you.

i hey im back guys ♡ sorry for the inactivity, i’ve had this scenario in my mind for so long i had to write it. reblog & comment if you like it, im open to more requests about rockstar Eddie!!!!!

[lavendermunson]

not enough | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary joseph quinn watches writer!reader work on the smut scene for her secret book

warnings +18 fingering, cum play, pet names

a/n this is my first work, feedback and reblogs are appreciated. if you want more about writer!reader let me know

wc 1.2k

inspired on this moodboard i made

The idea was simple, finishing the chapter and going to sleep to proofread in the morning. You have it all planned, your secret book was loved by a few of your friends, you were still trying to get to write another fantasy book to publish.

This chapter was out of control, the sex scene you were writing was inspired by a dream you had with your boyfriend, you weren’t close sexually, but a part of you always wanted to. The shyness takes over you every time you are about to tell him, you know he isn't going to judge you but getting the words out of your mouth is tricky. You wish he could just read your thoughts.

As you were writing on your computer, fingers pressing down the letter keys making a clicking sound, the music loud in your room. Whenever you were alone, without your roomie in the apartment, you loved to use the speakers in your house, it was loud but relaxing, and you were too concentrated to notice your boyfriend was right behind you. Squeezing his eyes and reading the words that you were typing, he knew about your hobbies but this is the first time he looks over something you write in the famous secret book.

"He curls his finger inside" Joseph shakes his head as he reads "really? do you think one is enough for her? poor girl"

You swallow hard, shutting down your computer fast as the embarrassment grows red on your cheeks. Joseph catches your gaze with his big brown eyes and a big soft grin on his mouth. "What? don't go all shy on me i've been behind you like… ten minutes "

"I didn't hear you come in" your lips tremble, and your eyes never stopped looking at his.

"I used the key you gave me, very bad decision if you ask me" the smile on his face grew bigger, and acknowledging you had those kinds of thoughts made him excited. Joseph's hand rested on your cheek, softly caressing your skin with his fingers and kisses all over your face.

Enjoying the moment of silence he removes the strands of hair falling down your forehead and hiding the features of your perfect face.

"It's enough" you whisper, he furrows his brows in amusement.

"What do you mean, baby?"

"One finger is enough… or that's what i think"

Joseph watched your face turn red, he was delighted, he couldn’t even speak. Your teeth caught your bottom lip, you decided to hold on to that thought and bite it until he noticed you were nervous, you always give it away by biting your lip.

"Wanna try?” Now it was his turn to whisper, making your lips tickle thanks to how close he was to your lips. The air in the room turns hot, your clothes start to feel small, like they’re squeezing you.

‘Try’ is it a good idea? you don't even know, but that's all you have been thinking about.

"Please" you nodded "Please, i do" He placed a hand on your thigh, slowly moving upwards down your pink silk shorts. Your hand moves quickly to his wrist trying to stop him, it was a spontaneous move.

"It’s okay, I will take care of you princess" taking a deep breath you let him get closer to you and touch you.

His hand stops as his fingers find the wet spot on your panties, his mouth waters immediately and he presses over the spot making you flinch in your seat. He looked at you for a moment and then started to rub your clit with two fingers. The touch was slow and gentle but it was the first time someone touched you like this, not even you dared to try something before, it was a new feeling, a very good new feeling.

Your hips start to grind against his hand as your wetness comes to be more noticeable, you realize a feeling such as a knot in your stomach, you try to fix it by letting out a deep breath. Your boyfriend took that sign to go even further. He stops rubbing your clit and moves the fabric of your panties to the side, touching your wetness with his bare fingers, playing around with your wetness..

"Bet you taste like fucking heaven, princess”

"Joe-" you moaned, grinding your hips again.

Your boyfriend puts his fingers back under your shorts to touch your wet pussy and starts to tease your entrance making your lips form a pout, he found the protest irresistible and decided to slide it inside your pussy. He was touching the walls of it with a slow pace, your head fall back as he moved his finger in and out making you moan his name for the first time.

"Joe, baby pleas-" helpless and needy, your lips let out his name in a soft whisper.

"You were saying? one finger is enough?" His ego bursts into the room, his free hand resting on the back of your neck trying to hold you.

"No- no… i need mo- more" you said, crying out loud. It felt so good you couldn’t get enough of it.

"Anything for you, princess" two more fingers got inside you without a warning, and he moved them just like before but this time faster "Here goes your favorite part" he curls his fingers inside you making your legs close trapping his hand inside.

He continues with his work, focused, making you feel good at the same time sweet nothings fell from your mouth. Of course he had experience on this, he was a total master, but he didn’t want to give it away until you were ready. Always such a gentleman.

"You look even more beautiful when i'm fucking you with my fingers, darling" he said, his thumb rubbing over your clit, earning a pornographic scream from you "look at you, all sweet and needy"

This time you nodded, your mind was all blurry and your body was being filled with waves of hot pleasure. You felt the luckiest girl alive.

"I think i'm going to-" you say, in an effort to get your voice back but it got lost in your moans.

"You are about to cum, darling" he warned you, not stopping his movements for a second, he took a deep look into your eyes, pupils dilated and tears of pleasure threatening to spill out. He presses his lips against yours, savoring the taste of your chapstick and letting your moans drown in his mouth.

Your legs tense up as you started to cum around his fingers, the slow burn on your throat made you swallow hard, trying to ease your breath as your legs relaxed and started to shake. Releasing all you had inside, Joseph takes as much as he could with his fingers, getting them out of your pussy slowly and licking them clean.

You watched as he finished cleaning his fingers with his own tongue, hypnotizing you with the show. You look at him and between his legs, his tight jeans were soaked in cum.

"You like what you see? C'mon, you need to clean your mess" he grabs your chin so you lock eyes with him "Maybe you can write about this too"

It's going to be a long, long night.

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as i said before, this is my first work be gentle with me!!! i love this british man so darn much

[lavendermunson]

steve harrington x bookworm!reader

"Are you almost done? I'm hungry" Steve looked at you bouncing his leg, impatient.

"I told you i need to finish this essay, you can go if you want"

"I can wait" He looked at you, heart eyes at the sight of the most beautiful girl he has ever met.

"Just 30 minutes and i'm done" you kept your eyes focused on the book on your hands, making annotations to the pages.

You kept biting your lip, Steve's eyes couldn’t leave your face, your body. He wanted to kiss you, so bad, he wanted to be more than your friend and have you for him, only for him. Forever.

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[lavendermunson]

joseph quinn x fem!writer!reader ( +18 )

Josephʼs inexperienced and virgin girlfriend is trying to write a smut scene for her book, the one that she only shares with friends.

"He curls his finger inside" Joseph shakes his head as he reads "really? do you think one is enough for her? poor girl"

He makes fun of her, teasing and challenging for her to speak and beg for his touch.

"One finger is enough… or that's what i think"

"Wanna try?” Now it was his turn to whisper, making her lips tickle thanks to how close he was to her lips.

‘Try’ is it a good idea?

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[lavendermunson]

i could see you as my addiction - steve harrington

chapter 3 of miss americana and the heartbreak prince

summary a perfect date makes you forget about all the worries, the insecurities and the future. even if this time you weren't careful, who's keeping tabs anyway?

content warnings +18. some mentions of insecurities, so much fluff. allusions to sex. dry humping. slight nipple play. heavy make out, touching. no p in v next time babes.

w.c 3.5k

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Something is wrong, something is definitely wrong. 

You find yourself sitting on the sofa at your private studio, no one joined you today since you came in a rush trying to come up with the melody for a song you wrote, about him. 

But it’s odd, nothing comes out of your head, and you let your fingers linger on the strings of one of your favorite guitars, the one with flowers painted by one of your artist friends. It’s been two hours and nothing comes to your head, not even the first note. If you could, you would smash this guitar right on the floor so it breaks, you are sure it’s some type of curse, usually, you lose sleep working but right now you are too tired to do so, and truthfully, your mind has been thinking about another thing, Steve.

Not necessarily on his large hands, his cute face, or his soft lips. No, it’s the worry that eats you alive. You wish the sofa could swallow you whole and teleport you to another universe where life is easier, when your life is not printed in newspapers and your face isn’t in every corner of the city. You love your life but it’s overwhelming, more so when it comes to dating, to love. Past mistakes tattooed in your head, dreadful memories and bad luck, seems like you are not worthy of love and you’ve been believing in it until you saw him.

Robin is right, she always is. Some things look like a fairy tale. Like it’s a dream and you are going to wake up, empty-handed and never knowing if someone would ever love you for who you really are. 

Your heart starts to ache, your teeth now biting off the rest of the old nail polish making it look chipped now. The buzz of your phone makes you flinch, you look at your hands in disgust and realize you are more than nervous. You catch a glimpse of the screen and see his nickname, causing a smile to spread across your face.

little secret: hey beautiful :) 

about tomorrow… i decided to skip practice, i know, don’t lecture me about it

it would be better if I took a day off to be with you, does that sound okay?

unless you have other plans, i’ll understand but i kind of have a plan so i hope i am lucky enough for you to take a day off with me

The typing bubble goes away indicating it’s your time to reply. Steve never sends so many texts in a short span of time, was he nervous? Anxious? Excited? You had a combination of the three emotions sitting right at the top of your belly.

you: hi handsome <3 yes, absolutely! all day with you sounds perfect. 

don’t worry, no lecture for today because I know how good you are at what you do. where are we going? 

little secret: do you wanna make me blush? 

uh, it’s a place a couple of hours away from the city… a farm, garden… i don’t know a friend owns it and we can have all the privacy we want

Perfect, privacy. Not that you don’t want to scream the world that you are dating the most perfect guy, but it’s exactly what you need, some moment alone with him.

you: privacy? to do what? ;)

little secret: oh i have a few things in mind…

You joke, trying to get rid of your nerves. But you blush at his reply.

little secret: eight am sounds good? Is it too early? i’ll pick you up

you: no, it’s perfect. i’ll send you my address!

little secret: great, have a nice day beautiful

you: you too, handsome <3 can’t wait to see you again

——

The next day comes, and you are hyper-aware of your nerves as you look in front of the mirror. You’ve changed your outfit at least five times, the room is full of clothes on the floor. You shouldn’t worry about it but you are, you want this to be perfect. 

It’s almost eight am and the only thing you can think about is how are you going to get out of the city without being seen and followed. You guess Steve has it covered but… what if he doesn’t?

Sixth change of outfit and last, you fix the hem of your skirt and put on some cherry chapstick, this time you went for a natural make up look to be more comfortable. You get your purse closed and sit on the couch while you check social media. It has never been your favorite hobby but it’s quite gratifying to see your friend’s faces and their new adventures. 

Robin’s “good luck” text pops up on your screen, You thank her and moments later Steve arrives.

You prepare yourself for what's coming, praying everything goes well and that your nerves won't eat you alive.

“Hi, beautiful. You look amazing” he says, standing close to the black SUV. He leans in to leave a kiss on your cheek and hand you a bouquet of flowers.

“Hey handsome” you blush at the feeling of his lips against your face, something you are addicted to. “These are so pretty, you really didn’t have to”

“Or course i did, i have to spoil you”

He winks and takes your hand to help you get into the vehicle, you see it’s completely dark so no one can look into it.

——

After the total chaos of switching cars in an empty dark parking lot and Steve’s driver keeping the secret of you two together, you are now in a quieter part outside of the city. The road looks empty, it’s a place you’ve never visited but you get intrigued at how calm it is. Your hair flows with the wind thanks to Steve’s old and classic convertible, the sun hits his face when you look at him. Sunglasses sit on the bridge of his nose and you miss that spark in his eyes whenever he sees you. His hand lingers on your thigh, feeling your hot skin under his soft fingertips, his hand keeps moving up with seconds and you let your body relax, your back pressed against the seat. 

The radio has been playing old songs and there’s a quick change to modern songs. The first one is a new song from your friend Vickie, following up it’s one of Corroded Coffin’s most popular songs and then you hear a melody too familiar.

“Oh, I love this song” his hand travels from your thigh to the radio’s tuning knob to turn the volume up. Missing the feeling of his warm hand on your skin, you take his hand in yours and place it on your thigh again. 

He grins at you while the song starts to play louder and you hear your voice.

“No, no, no!” you cover your face with your palms, shaking your head as you hide the red tint on your cheeks. 

“What? I love this song, it’s fun” Steve sings along, surprised he knows the words when you look at him with a smile on your face. A laugh falls off your lips when he gets to the chorus, screaming the lyrics of your song. 

“It's time, oh-oh. I don't know about you, but I'm feeling twenty-two” he keeps singing, taking your hand up in the air and dancing. “Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you” he takes a quick look at you, dedicating your own words to you.

You eventually join him, not only singing your song but a few that pop up on the radio, making the ride smoother, feeling like it went away quicker and you finally arrive at your destination. 

“I’m sorry about your ears,” he says, letting go of the steering wheel and taking the keys out of the ignition. A frown forms on your face, watching every one of his movements. 

“Sorry for what?”

“Your ears, I know I am a really bad singer but I do love music!” His laugh is contagious, seeing him smile so much is a thing that will be in your head forever. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t know how to play baseball so I think we are even”

“Are you admitting I'm a bad singer?”

“No, no I didn't mean it like that”

As soon as the car comes to a full stop, he gets out and rushes to your side, holding the door open for you and extending his hand to assist you in getting out. You take his hand and step out of the car, accidentally bumping chests with him.

“I didn’t mean it like that” you repeat. 

“I know, honey” 

He takes off his glasses, placing them on the collar of his shirt and his free hands find your waist. You do the same and tangle your arms around his neck, getting closer to him and brushing your lips with his in a quick kiss.

“I can teach you to play and some other things” he whispers on your lips, you nod and close the gap between you quickly.

As his lips move against yours, his hands squeeze your waist and his tongue finds its way into your mouth, it bumps with yours making him groan. Your head leans to the side to give him more access, the kiss becomes quicker, hotter and you feel so desperate to get more of his taste. Cigarettes, mint and a dash of cherry from your lips. He pulls away to take some air and looks at you with a smile, your chest rises up and down quickly as you try to do the same. 

“I- we should get inside and eat something. I’m starving”

You pinch your brows together, knowing how you both seem to push each other when it gets too much. Just like you at the concert, afraid that anyone will see you and start to scream. Anxiety sits on your stomach again, knowing that even if no one is watching you there is always a wall between you and Steve that will be hard to break.

You join him inside the house, it’s small but pretty. Pictures of his coach, Hopper with his wife and kids are all over the walls. They look so happy.

When you ask for a vase for the flowers he shows you where they are, not leaving his sight of what he is getting from behind the kitchen counter.

“I’m ready, let’s go!”

Steve has a picnic basket in his hand and a bottle of wine in the other. You follow him to the back door after placing your flowers in the vase along with some water. There’s a nice, big garden and to a big tree that casts a big shadow that looks like the perfect place for you to sit down and eat, you look around and see a lot of vegetables, fruits, and flowers planted on the floor. You notice the family likes to do gardening and eat fresh food, it all looks perfectly placed and taken care of.

You find Steve on his knees, taking the food out of the picnic basket. There are sandwiches, fruit cut into tiny pieces, a cheese board, and some chocolate truffles. You sit close to him to help him, getting the plates out along with some cutlery and the wine cups.

“You… Did you prepare all of this?” a smile shows on your face, which Steve loves. He nods, pressing his lips together to hide a grin.

“I had a little help but… yeah I did”

“Help? From who?” you ask.

“Uh, my friend Nancy”

You remember her, noticing how she was so close to Robin and it made you smile. 

“Nancy, yes. I haven’t officially met her but my best friend, Robin… she couldn’t stop talking about her the other night and I-” Your pause makes Steve’s brows form a frown. 

“You okay?” he asks you, not knowing if it’s something he did or hasn't done. He doesn’t know what’s happening but you are completely frozen in your place and your smile disappears. 

“Your friend, Nancy. Does she know about us?” 

“No, she just- I told her I had a date but I didn't say with who” He lies.

“Does your friend Robin know about us?” he asks, you can see his curious eyes scanning your face. 

“No, I- nobody knows. I haven’t told anyone” You lie and it feels very wrong.

Robin is your best friend, you tell each other everything and it is inevitable for you to not tell her but you lie because, of course, you don’t want Steve to be disappointed. He told you this was a secret.

“Oh, yeah, same” he sits down, his back pressed against the tree while he takes a sandwich and starts eating. He looks at you, taking pieces of fruit on your plate and being quiet.

If you asked Steve’s friends, they would tell you he gets distracted pretty easily whenever he is outside his games. He isn’t used to catching when someone needs to be comforted until the other person mentions it, because for him it has to be obvious. If someone is mad, they have to be screaming or making aggressive gestures because that’s how Steve grew up. His parents were always tossing things at each other, when Hopper gets mad he yells, and when Eddie is pissed he calls him an idiot.

But with you, it’s different. When your smile fades away, Steve thinks that it is normal but you are now quiet and not looking at him, he is missing your attention and his brain finally wakes up.

“Is there something wrong?” 

When you finally look at him, you get closer to him. Your arms bump with each other and Steve’s arm comes behind your neck to rest on your shoulders and leaves a small kiss on your cheek. He lets out a sigh knowing that he knows you still want to be close to him.

“Speaking hypothetically” Not ready for the answer but pretty impatient for it, you decide to rip the band aid off. “If I told someone else about us, would that be bad?” 

You lied to Steve. He lied to you. It’s a rough start but it’s a little lie, something you can manage.

“No, not if you trust that person” Steve bites his lips, your head rests on his chest and he rubs your thigh. “But I think we should keep it between us, still. I- I think it’s more special that way”

But it’s not, and Steve knows. He is used to lying to protect himself, lies are better than saying what he actually feels.

“Totally, it’s more special this way” You try to convince yourself but it’s not working, yet, you try to change the subject and ask him about this house, Hopper, and his kids. 

He tells you all of their stories. From meeting him to meeting his kids to his fight with Jonathan and Will’s friends hanging out with him as if he were the babysitter. Eventually, he found a family in all of them even if they aren’t connected by blood.

He asks you how you met Robin, and you start by telling him she has been your friend since you were kids and even though you had nothing in common she has been your rock and you’ve been hers. She is the one you trust more than anyone else.

The sun has been setting down, leaving the sky in a shade of pink and orange but the warmth of the day never leaves. You are not sure of when you got to this, your legs straddling him as his back presses against the tree, the empty plates scattered all over the place while you sit on his lap. His hands are all over your skin, fingertips traveling all the way to your breasts to give them a light squeeze. 

You stop kissing his neck leaving soft kisses on his sharp firm jaw and leaving a peck on the corner of his mouth before entangling your lips with his. After giving him permission, your head leans to one side as you cup his face gently, thumb tracing his cheek where his moles rest. Your lips brush against his tenderly, he savors the taste of your cherry chapstick and the remnants of strawberry, chocolate, and wine that make his heart flutter as the way he is becoming addicted to your lips, to you. 

As the kiss deepens, your tongues meet for the first time, dancing in a perfect rhythm leaving a trace of passion and longing, an intimate moment you both needed so much. The world seems to disappear around you when one of his arms goes under your skirt to touch the soft skin of your ass, his hands are soft but the warmth of his palms elevates you. His other hand sneaks to the back of your body to unhook your bra with one hand, impressive, you help him get rid of your bra and he breaks away from the kiss to admire your hard nipples under your top.

"You are so fucking pretty" he whispers against your lips, his words tingling on the bottom of your lip before they touch his mouth again.

His hand goes back to squeeze your breasts again, pinching your nipples with his fingers to give you extra pleasure but it's not enough. Your hips start to rock involuntarily against the hard bulge in his pants making him hide his groans over the kiss combined with your low moans. Wetness pooling on your panties as the rough material of his jeans gives you a pleasant ammount of friction.

He is lost in you, in the way you move over him and the way you are kissing him. He has never felt this, he has kissed other girls but no one has earned a place in his heart like you. He is putty in your hands, goosebumps adorning his arms as his heart beats as fast as when he is playing. It's a feeling he has never felt outside the field, the power you have over him is something unmeasurable.

As one of your hands rests over his cheek, the other goes under his shirt to touch every inch of his skin and try to memorize it. You feel the same, lost in him as your heart bumps against your ribs like a hammer. You swear you can see the stars, the questions, and the doubts fading into insignificance as you explore each other's bodies with warmth and desire. 

You break from the kiss, both trying to catch your breath as your chest rises up and down. His gaze is heavy on you, looking at your pretty eyes with so much desire and admiration, his hands leave your body to cup your face and squeeze the soft skin of your cheeks.

Steve looks at your face, your perfect glowy eyes making him feel warm. 

He smirks at the sight of your flushed cheeks and your pink puffy lips knowing he caused this. You are an angel, he thinks, you are here to save him and to make him happy and he wants to keep you forever. 

"If you could look at you the way I do, you'll see how much I want to scream to the world that I like you a lot" Steve hesitates for a moment, being trapped in the lavender haze of your presence and your bodies being connected, tangled.

"I like you so much too, i'd give up the stars just to see your face every night" You look at him with the biggest smile on your face, he leaves a peck on your lips and smiles with the same happiness you are feeling right now.

"Do you think we could-" He gets interrupted by a ring on the kitchen phone, is incredibly loud it makes you both jump. He freezes in his place, not wanting to leave his position, he is so close to you that it makes him crazy. 

"You should get that, it could be important" 

Steve helps you get up, telling you to wait and not move from where you are. His unfinished question is still on your mind. Do you think we could... what? Have sex? Tell the world we love each other? Wait, does he love you? Do you love him? Already? Is it too soon?

He comes back to you jogging, short of breath and with a sad frown on his face. 

"I'm sorry, Nancy just told me I have to get back. Hopper wants to have dinner and if I'm not there he is... I'm sure he is going to kick my ass"

You nod, looking at him with the same sad frown but trying to smile so he doesn't get to read your mind and see your worries. "Don't worry, it's okay Stevie" You know how much Hopper means to him, how Steve feels he owes him so much for helping him get to where he is now.

His heart skips a beat at the nickname, Steve sees you reach down to get your bra back. He is quicker than you and grabs it for you. 

"Let me help" A mischievous grin shows on his lips.

You turn around giggling as you take your top off, he sighs when he sees your naked back and the soft fabric of your top on your hands he misses the view he was waiting for, dreaming of.

"C'mon! you are not doing this to me!" Steve yells, defeated as he gets closer to you and helps you put your back on.

"I'm sorry, maybe next time handsome" You tease, a soft chuckle leaves his lips and helps you get dressed, hooking your bra and helping you get your top on again. He hugs you from behind, hiding his face on your neck and kissing it. 

His wet kiss turns into a bite, where he starts to suck on your skin to leave a mark. You shut your eyes, appreciating the little sting on your neck, but the smile never leaves your lips knowing he is marking you. No one will know who did it, but everyone will know you already belong with someone. 

"I'm sorry we have to go, i really wanted you to stay" his arms lock you in with your back pressed against his chest. "I hope we can see each other again and soon"

"We will, we will see each other many times from now on" Your hand finds his face and then his hair, you play with it for a moment just enjoying this hug before he takes you home.

The night comes, and the day ends. But this is just the beginning.

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this chapter is very cute but there's some angst coming...

[lavendermunson]

the curious prince | steve harrington

summary based on this request!!! thank you so much anon ♡♡

warnings none, just fluff and old marriage couple fighting vibes

a/n i had to ask my friend to ramble so i could write a lot of dialogue, thanks diana! :) she's not on tumblr sadly

wc 1.6k

bookworm!reader universe 🪐

It was a nice spring afternoon, the sun was too hot to be sunbathing or even sitting by the pool. Steve and you decided it was better if you stayed close to the lover’s lake. There's a giant tree that casts the shadow of the sun at every hour and it’s perfect since it's always alone and quiet.

Steve was sitting, back pressed against the tree and with your head on his lap, playing with one of your hands, while your fingers intertwined with each other.

"So… no book today? Are you feeling okay?" He jokes.

"I started a new one, the first chapter almost gave me a heart attack"

"Don’t you think that’s a little dramatic?"

"Absolutely not, let me tell you" your face contorted to a focused one "There’s three kingdoms that live in harmony, the teens of each kingdom always have parties on the woods, but there’s always a problem that makes the north kingdom hate the south kingdom so the middle one keeps them separated and at peace, until it magically disappears. Now said kingdoms are going to war but the princess of the north kingdom, it’s practically obvious that she is in love with the best warrior of the opposite kingdom.. I swear they are in love with each other"

A ray of sun starts to make its way through the branches and hitting your eyes, you decide to sit down beside Steve, close to him so your arm touches his.

"Like Romeo and Juliet?" he asks, playing with the hem of your dress, fingers touching your exposed skin.

"No, it’s so much better" you start to explain, moving your hands in the air. Steve tries to focus on your words, but the heat of the weather makes his head turn around every time you say ‘kingdom’ "Because they are always teasing each other. I can't be the only one who thinks they’re going to end up together, you can just feel the sexual tension…"

Steve rolls his eyes, he tries to pay attention but it’s too much. He needs a break from the medieval world, so he immediately takes your face in his hands and kisses you. It was a soft way of telling you to shut up, but oh boy, it worked… for a few seconds.

“Oh god, I can't wait for them to kiss, their first kiss is going to be amazing!”

Since that moment on, Steve has been hearing everything about the book, everything he knows about that story it’s against his will because you can stop talking about it.

—

One day at a family video you finally stopped talking about the book, only reading it in peace with a pencil on your hand and bookmarks close to you to keep your annotations organized. It was a quiet place at Steve’s work, it was Keith’s free day which meant you could stay behind the counter.

After a few minutes Robin comes out from the back with tapes in her hands, Steve takes them and goes to the other side of the store. You closed your book and pressed it to your chest, leaving the tiny chair and jumping around, making your way through the shelves to find Steve, who was calmly restocking them with more tapes.

“Guess what happened!” you screamed, making your boyfriend jump in place.

“What?” he said, with a soft voice until he turned around to face you, your face was glowing and the way you held your book with both arms only meant one thing.

“They kissed!” you said, alarmingly excited, Steve lets out a groan and turns around to finish his task, he regrets asking before looking at you, he should’ve seen this coming. “It wasn’t just a kiss, he pushed her to the bookshelf and trapped her there, then he slowly rubbed her cheek and they both kissed.”

“Oh, I see” he turns around again, hands cupping your face, he knows how to shut you up for a second but when you move your face to the side, the frown on his forehead gets bigger and your voice gets louder. “You know you can do that in real life? With me?”

“But they do it with all this hate and passion and love” you sigh, grabbing your book with your hands and placing a kiss on the cover “You are so goddamn amazing” you whisper to said book.

“Please, it can’t be that good” he says in a very jealous way, when the kiss should’ve been for him but a piece of leather and paper got it first.

“You’ll never understand what this book is doing to me” you point your finger at him, he shakes his head laughing and returns to the counter for more tapes, you go back to your place to read more until his shift is over.

The sentence echoes his thoughts, his body gets filled with curiosity. He has probably read a lot of books but none of them gave him the excitement to be jumping around like this one does to you.

What could be so special about it?

—

Steve and you lie down on his bed after his shift ends. He focused on the polaroids in his room, the ones that you insisted he kept so it feels more cozy, there’s a lot of pictures of the kids, a couple of them where you both laugh and kiss. The silence is there again, Steve can finally enjoy a moment of peace… until you start giggling, he knows it’s dangerous to ask so he fights the urge to do so, but keeps glancing back at the book trying to catch some words without you noticing.

You get up from your side of the bed, placing the book on the mattress, Steve follows how the object falls from your hands and he wants to grab it immediately.

“I left my purse downstairs, it has my bookmarks” you say, placing one knee into the mattress and leaning towards him “Do you want anything from the kitchen?”

“No, no im fine” he waves a hand in the air, shaking his head.

“Okay, i’ll be right back” you leave a small kiss on his forehead before heading out the bedroom and he tries to ignore the book, until it starts to call his attention as if it had a life of its own.

You leave the room and Steve looks at the book, he questions a lot of times if he should read it or not. He shakes his head and a sigh falls from his lips, he takes the book in his hands and starts to read the first chapter, he’s reading as fast as he can and it’s way too focused on it. After a few minutes he keeps reading, he’s on the second chapter and he didn't even realize you’ve been gone for minutes now.

He is lost in the words, taking each and every one with deep importance. The kiss scene makes him giggle too, he gets excited mostly because it reminds him of you, he pictures you, his girl, against a bookshelf and his lips on yours, on your neck, on your cheeks. He blushes at the thought and he keeps reading.

You come back to his bedroom, your footsteps were too quiet he didn’t know you were coming, until a tiny squeak makes him look up.

“What are you doing?” you ask, you cock your head waiting for his response.

“It’s not what it looks like” he is about to throw the book to the other side of the bedroom, but you come running and grab his wrist.

“Don’t you dare” a frown shows up in your face but quickly disappears, you chuckle shaking your head “I can’t believe it, you make fun of me for loving that book and now you are all blushed” you take the book from his sweaty hands, you realize the scene he is reading and a grin shows up on your lips “Oh- that’s why you are all red”

“I’m not!” He tries to defend himself, but his cheeks are burning.

“Oh really?” you shrug. “I bet your heart is beating fast and you want to scream, admit it Stevie”

“I didn’t even like it” he tries to hide a smile, but you caught him lying.

“I know you did!”

“Both die at the end… i hate when that happens” he whispers, that was his only way out and he took it.

“Steve…” you look at him, sad.

“I’m joking!” he laughs at you “I can’t believe you were about to cry” he laughs even harder, you pout.

“It’s not funny, you tried to change the subject” he leaves a peck on your cheek and bumps his finger against your nose, softly “tell me, do you like it?”

“I was.. I was enjoying it, it isn’t that bad” he says, defeated.

“Robin owes me 10 dollars” you laugh, kissing the tip of his nose and playfully poking his stomach.

“You are unbelievable” he laughs with you, he leaves the book aside and grabs your waist pulling you closer “But i'm taking this book now and i will finish it first, it’s only fair since you made me suffer with your ramblings” he leaves a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You love them” you do the same, kissing his lips a little longer “but it’s only fair"

“It is” he takes your chin between his fingers, rubbing your skin softly “and we need to recreate that kiss”

Your heart starts pounding against your chest, how can your boyfriend be so perfect?

again thank you to the anon for the request, i loved writing this it was such a wonderful idea :))

[lavendermunson]

golden hour | steve harrington

summary Steve can stop looking at his best friend, he loves her and the feeling is mutual but the two of you are too scared to tell each other. Words come out short and instead, he shows you what he feels for you.

tags nothing just fluff, mutual pinning, first kiss, Steve is addicted to reader.

a/n i do want to expand the bookworm!reader universe, request if you have an scenario in mind pls :)wc 1.1k

inspired on this moodboard i made

Steve climbed your window that afternoon, from the side of your house stepping into the trash cans and making it to the frame of your open window. He slided in quietly as soon as he saw you reading, as always.

“Hey…” he murmured, trying not to scare you but making you know he was there.

“There’s a front door, dummy,” you said, turning your face towards him. The sun was setting down, the golden hour was welcomed into your room, rays of the orange sun behind Steve making his hair glow, it was hypnotizing.

“I know, but it’s more romantic that way” he joked, sitting on the floor just like you to keep you company.

‘Romantic’ it’s not a word you’d use in these situations, you two have been best friends since you were kids. It started when you were eight, at the park. He remembers that day entirely because it was the first time his parents took him to the park, not the nanny, his own parents. He saw a girl, you, sitting on the floor just like you are right now, except your knee had a scratch and you were scared. A friend of yours comes running with a band aid her mom gave her, but you two were too scared to put it on. Steve helped you put the band aid over your scratch, covering the injury and leaving a soft peck on it, he was just a kid but since then he knew you were special.

The time went by quickly, Steve kept looking around your room, it was his favorite place. Cozy, warm, the smell of you and him being surrounded by your favorite things made him feel calm. But his stomach start to rumble and that’s when he looked at you, he thought about a way to talk to you without distracting you, poking your arm was too invasive and he was too flustered to touch you. Wondering if he was capable of keeping his hands to himself once his skin touched yours.

"Are you almost done? I'm hungry" Steve looked at you bouncing his leg, impatient.

"I told you i need to finish this essay, you can go if you want"

"I can wait" He looked at you, heart eyes at the sight of the most beautiful girl he has ever met. Steve didn’t want to tell you he liked you, he was scared of rejection and losing the best friend he’s ever had, but you didn’t make it easier.

You were compassionate, kind, you made him laugh and he wished your goodbye hugs were longer than two seconds. He was craving for your attention, your touch but anytime he thought about crossing boundaries, he had to step back and keep himself under control.

What if you didn’t feel the same? What if you liked another guy? Thoughts that kept him up at night, the thought of you.

"Just 30 minutes and i'm done" you kept your eyes focused on the book in your hands, making annotations to the pages. You felt his gaze heavy on your face and blushed, you’ve been feeling his eyes on you since he got here, the words didn’t make sense anymore and the annotations were far too short. Your mind couldn’t focus on anything else but the thought of him looking at you.

You’ve always liked Steve, but let’s be honest, you weren’t his type. He goes for the girls who are pretty, the girls who party and wear tiny dresses, the girls who flirt back to guys with a strand of hair hooked on their finger as they twist it. You wished you were one of those girls but deep inside you didn’t want to change that way, too drastically… for a boy who’s never going to pay attention to you? no way.

You kept biting your lip, Steve's eyes couldn’t leave your face, your body. He wanted to kiss you, so badly, he wanted to be more than your friend and have you for him, only for him. Forever.

You looked at him once, quickly, he noticed your glassy eyes and the red on your cheeks. His insides were screaming, it was time. To lose it all or to gain it all. There wasn’t a middle.

Steve comes closer to you, placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing it carefully, he turns your head slightly to him and looks at you for a second before placing his lips on top of yours. You close your eyes and give in to his touch, he starts to move his lips to catch your bottom lip, you only part your lips and let him take the lead. His mouth catches your lip, sucking on it with delicacy and letting it go to move his mouth in a soft compass, you do the same following his movements and trying to hold your breath.

Your heart starts beating so fast, your lips starts to melt with his and a funny tingle sensation starts to appear, calming down your nerves and relaxing. You hand traveled to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as your fingers press on his skin.

Neither of you want to let go, the kiss just feels right, like something that was supposed to happen, because the way your lips and his lips get together perfectly like pieces of a puzzle, this doesn’t happen with anyone, just the two of you. but the need for air became stronger. Steve looks at you as you open your eyes, a tear fell down from your eye and he cleaned it with a peck on your cheek.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long” Now both of his hands are on your cheeks, he cups your pretty face with them and rubs your skin with his thumbs.

“Me too, it feels like i'm dreaming” You joke, he pinches your cheek slightly earning a giggle from you.

“You are not, but i guess i am” You pinch his arm, with more strength than him but he finds it funny. His nose scrunching as he shakes his head, laughing. “Not dreaming, thanks”

You both laugh at the same time, looking at each others eyes and getting lost on each other’s irises.

“I need to kiss you again, i feel like i’m addicted to your lips”

“You’ve kissed me once” you roll your eyes at him, jokingly.

“Yeah, well. I need more” he starts to lean in for another kiss but you move your head to the side.

“You said you were hungry” you place one hand on his chest, pushing him softly away from you, he groans.

“No? no that can wait, i need to kiss you again and again, again and again” his lips form into a pout, you smile at his adorable face.

“Okay, just a little bit more” he leans in, placing kisses on your cheek making his way to your lips “But then we go to eat, pretty boy”

“Yeah, yeah” he says between kisses “Anything you want, pretty girl” he places his lips on yours again, he’s never going to get tired of your kisses.

i love writing fluff more than anything else, reblogs and feedback are appreciated. if you want more of bookworm!reader i'll be accepting some ideas <3