#Steve Harrington is the most boyfriend to boyfriend like he is a hopeless romantic okay

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Steve who loves every inch of you. Steve who kisses you silly and holds your hand during sex. Steve who makes sure to call you beautiful every day, because to him you are the most beautiful person he's ever seen and every day he falls more in love with you.

Steve who finds out you don't see yourself as beautiful, who thought you had brushed his compliments off because you were shy not because you didn't believe him. Steve who holds you as you cry over your insecurities. Steve who spends extra time kissing where you are most insecure, making sure to lather you with love. Steve who washes your mouth out with soap every time he hears you talk bad about yourself (it's supposed to be a punishment and he knows you would enjoy being spanked too much). Steve who makes you watch yourself in the mirror while he fucks you, so you can see how he loves you and how hot you are. Steve who buys a thesaurus to find synonyms for beautiful that he can call you. Steve who loves every inch of you and hopes that you can start to love every inch of yourself.

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Different

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Requested by: @partylikeits1899

“I know you��re probably swamped with requests and stressed rn but could you please write a Steve imagine where the reader is a shy and quiet girl who’s dating Steve and one day Nancy gives you a makeover (kinda like Sandy from grease) and Steve is just star struck thanks bby 🙂😇 ”

A/N: I loved writing this. Like you have no idea how much I loved writing this. + Hope you like this bby!!

Warnings: Nope :)))

Word count: 1725

Steve Harrington was dating Y/N L/N.

I repeat, Steve Harrington was dating Y/N L/N.

What was the big deal though? I’ll tell you. You see, Y/N L/N wasn’t an easy catch. All the boys in senior year had tried, yet they still couldn’t get a grasp on the notorious Y/N herself.  

Now, you weren’t a brat, or spoiled, or flirty- No. In fact, you were the complete opposite: Quiet, shy, soft spoken- but unbelievably beautiful.

Beautiful, you say?

Yes. You heard me right. But not in the way you would think.

Y/N L/N was a different type of beautiful.

She wasn’t glamorously gorgeous, she didn’t wear clothes that all the other girls would wear; she was simple; different.

And to the boys in Hawkins High, different, was absolutely perfect.

Her smile made boys drop down to their feet. Her laugh made hearts flutter. The way she just existed so happily and carefree made boys want- no, need her to be theirs.

Y/N L/N had captivated not only the hearts of the boys of Hawkins High, but she captivated the heart of someone more particularly special.

And who was that?

Steve Harrington, The “King” of Hawkins High.

Now how did the lucky brunette manage to catch the attention of book-loving nerd Y/N L/N?

Simple.

He waited.

It was agonizing. Just watching her go about her day without even shooting him a glance.

But time went by, and a little acquaintanceship was formed.   

Sometimes, she'd send him a small smile when she had the time to, but most of the time she’d be running around, working on a project, flitting about with Nancy Wheeler, or discussing bands and music with Jonathan Byers.

Steve noticed it all.

But despite the fact that he could just walk up to you and try to make you love him, he knew he’d fail. Patience was key. He had to wait for the right moment to make his move.

So, when you were assigned project partners with him in science class, he knew this was the start to something that he’d cherish for a long time.

Conversation topics of the project turned into conversations about interests and other quirks as time went by. Before you knew it, what started as a little project, turned into something bigger. Friendship suddenly turned into a relationship, and all of a sudden the whole school knew about King Steve and his Queen.

Now, another day in Hawkins had dawned, and you were currently standing by your locker, minding your own business before a strong pair of arms lifted you off the ground, picking you up and spinning you around.

No doubt, it was Steve.

“Steve- babe- Steve! Stop! Put me down!” You breathed, between fits of laughter.

Laughing as well, your lovely boyfriend placed you gently on the ground back on your feet, before planting multiple kisses all over your face.

“Good morning.” The brunette chirped, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Holy- you’re so beautiful.” He sighed, staring at you in admiration.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You teased, giggling at the pouty face you boyfriend had managed to put on. “I’m only joking babe.”

He only smirked, before leaning down to kiss you softly.

“I know.”

Rolling your eyes, you opened your locker, smiling widely at the surprise you had found this early in the morning.

“A bouquet of roses?” You questioned the boy, taking the bundle of red flowers out, before smiling contently as you sniffed them. The sweet aroma of roses made you sigh, as you placed it in Steve’s arms before grabbing your books. “Steve Harrington, hopeless romantic.”

He grinned. “That’s me.” The brunette said, planting a kiss on your nose once you turned around.

A gag was heard from the locker next to yours, and you rolled your eyes, smirking when you came face to face with your best friend Nancy Wheeler.

“Is that the fiftieth kiss you’ve given her this morning?” She accused him teasingly, toying with the roses he had given you.

“Actually, it’s the sixty-seventh Nancy. Get with the program.” He joked back, rolling his eyes at your best friend.

You laughed softly, before taking the roses back, and smiling at the two of them.

“Anyways… Y/N- you free tonight?” The two of them asked simultaneously, before explaining their plan and reason for inviting you to who knows what for this evening.

“Woah- one at a time.” You laughed.

Nancy lightly pushed Steve to the side.

“I wanna have a girls night. Just you and me- we could do makeovers or just talk and shit- besides we haven’t had one in forever.”

Steve then pushed her aside, smirking at her expression before saying: “I want to take you out tonight.”

No further explanation.

This was an easy problem to defuse.

“Steve- I'm gonna have to go with Nance.” You said. “It’s only one night- okay? I promise tomorrow we can do whatever you want.”

Nancy smirked smugly to herself once she saw the look on Steve’s face.

“But babe!” He whined, trying to kiss you to get you to side with him.

You rolled your eyes, pressing a finger to his lips.

“Only one night.”

Steve groaned, then nodded, making Nancy squeal.

“Don’t worry Harrington. You’ll thank me tomorrow.” She laughed, whisking you away from your boyfriend and into the next class.

What you did tonight would in fact surprise the boy- he’d definitely thank Nancy tomorrow.

The night was young, and you had just arrived at the Wheeler’s place. The quiet of the neighborhood filled your ears; the only sound coming from the crickets residing in the grass.

Stepping into the doorstep, you knocked on the door, before it being quickly answered by an eager Nancy Wheeler.

“Hi-“ you began but she had already pulled you up into her room. Once you had finally settled down, you smiled, taking a look at your surroundings you’ve become so familiar with. You really haven’t had a girls night in forever- and you were in dear need of one.

You were seated on her bed, fingers grazing across the soft quilt that was spread across the mattress. Turning around, you shot a warm smile at Nancy, surprised when instead of a smile back, she stared at you with a look of determination and seriousness.

“Sit.” She motioned you over, patting down on the surface of her desk chair.

You reluctantly got up, wondering what she had in mind.

“Nance? Um- what are we doing?”

She only glanced down at you, before revealing a bag full of beauty supplies, and a white plastic shopping bag filled with some sort of clothing.

Oh no you thought, as she pulled out some hair curlers.

Nancy grinned. “It’s makeover time.”

Curlers were put into your hair; Eye shadow, painted your eyelids a dramatic smoky black. A bold red, was smeared across your lips, making you look like a totally different person.

“Take the curlers out now.” Nancy suddenly chirped.

You nodded, confusion spread across your face as you followed her orders. One by one, with each curler you took out, a voluminous coil of H/C locks formed.

“Oh- Steve’s gonna love this.”

You rolled your eyes and smirked. “Oh shut up, was this your plan all along?”

Nancy laughed, taking out the clothing that was in the plastic bag.

“Maybe.” She confessed, grabbing your hand then standing you up. In your hands, she placed a very tight fitting outfit. “You’re going to wear this tomorrow.”

If you thought the makeup was a big change, this was bigger.

Skin tight black leather pants, a tight form fitting black blouse, killer red heels and matching black leather jacket to top it off.

“Nance- what- what’s this all for?” You say, stuttering in complete awe.

“Steve is always seeing the ‘good girl’ side of you. It’s always mom jeans, and striped tees.” Nancy began. “If He’s gonna date you, he’s got to see the more sexier side of you Y/N. He’s got to.”

You only scoffed, holding up the outfit as you eyed yourself in the mirror. “Sexy? Yeah right.”

Nancy gave you pleading eyes. “Please Y/N? Wear it for me.”

Sighing, you nodded your head.

“Fine.”

The minute you stepped through the school doors, all eyes were on you.

Jaws, dropped to the ground. Gazes, glued on your figure. Steve wouldn’t be the only one seeing a different side of you today, the whole school would.

Now, here you were, back at your locker, looking as badass as ever. You stood there, waiting for your usual ‘pick me up and spin around’ (at least that’s what you’d call it) from Steve, yet were surprised when there wasn’t one. No hug, no kiss, fuck- he didn’t even show up.

But Steve was there alright.

On the other side of the hallway, Steve Harrington was struggling to see what was in front of him.

Yes- he knew it was you, but- you were so- so… different.

A different feeling burned in his chest this time. It was no longer warm, fuzzy and innocent. Oh no, this feeling was hot, heavy- needy.

And he loved it.

You’ve shown a side of you no one had ever seen before- and today, Steve would show you one too.

A new confidence dawned over him as he put on a smirk and strode to your locker, surprising you as he pushed you against the wall, leaving a trail of kisses from your lips to your neck.

Your hands found their way to his hair, and his lips found his way back to yours.

The kiss was hot and steamy- both of you breathing heavily when you pulled away.

“You- you look- beautiful.” Steve breathed, eyeing you up and down once again.

“All thanks to  Nancy.” You smirked, chest rising up and down as you caught your breath.”

Steve smirked, then took a look around the hallway. No one was to be seen.

“Hey- How about we miss first period, huh?” He asked, voice low and husky, whispering in your ear. His eyes danced with a mischievous shine, hands already placed at your waist.

Was that even a question? We all know the answer to that.

“Yes.”