#joe keery imagines

[keeryhours]

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“Fuck, baby, look how big it is in your sweet little mouth,” Steve cooed, watching you intently and brushing your hair back away from your face. “You can barely take it. But you’re trying your best, aren’t you sweetheart?”

You hummed in agreement.

You were on your knees for him backstage after his set, the only girl lucky enough to get invited back, to get to see a more…personal view of your favorite artist. You’d been a fan of Steve since his first album, and when you got tickets to his show, you had been beyond excited. You never thought you’d end up here, though.

“Ah,” Steve moaned, his head rolling back for only a moment before his eyes locked on you again. His hips lightly thrusted into your mouth, but you were doing such a good job on your own. “Pretty little thing. So eager to please, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed again. You grabbed his balls in one of your hands, massaging them.

“Ohh, that’s it,” he moaned. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his button up shirt undone and open wide, showing off his chest hair. Your other hand trailed up his body to feel, you could feel his stomach muscles clenching beneath your touch.

“Want your pussy,” he mumbled, pulling on your hair to lift you off of him. Your mouth made a popping noise when you pulled off of him, spit connecting your lips to his tip. His eyes widened at the view.

He pulled you onto his lap, his cock between you. He held it up against your body. “You see how deep I’m gonna be in you, pretty girl?”

You whined in response. “I want it.”

“I’ll give it to you, baby.”

Steve stood, pushing your skirt up as he bent you over the arm of the couch. He pushed your panties to the side, and sunk into you with little warning. You cried out, hands gripping onto the couch, pussy tight around his dick.

“Fuck, letting me fuck you raw like this.” Steve sounded like he was in awe, his hand pulling your hair back over your shoulder. His eyes drank in every inch of your body. “You’re such a filthy, sweet little thing.”

“Fuck, Steve,” you moaned, his hips were pistoning into you at a quick and rough pace, driving you mad. You were seriously getting fucked by your favorite musician of all time - you couldn’t believe it.

You felt a little smug thinking about the amount of girls who’d love to be in your place.

“God, I wanna fuck you all fucking night,” he said, his voice regretful. “But I have to be quick.”

He reached around you and rubbed circles against your clit, his huge cock hitting your spot with every thrust. You were seeing stars, mouth open in a wide O, and all of a sudden your orgasm crashed through, sending you reeling.

“Steve! Steve! Fuck fuck fuck, holy shit-“

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve grunted, fucking into you faster, faster, faster. “Gonna fill you. Holy shit, gonna cum so fucking much, so fuckin’ deep-“

He groaned loudly as he came inside your needy pussy, filling it up just like he’d promised, your releases mixing together and dripping down your skin. Steve pulled out, admiring his work. He slapped your ass once.

“Talk to my assistant,” he said. “She’ll give you tickets to tomorrow night’s show. I expect to see you in here again, pretty thing.”

[l0vergirlwrites]

but i’m here in your doorway ; steve harrington

synopsis: after another failed dinner with his parents, steve comes home to you feeling emotionally battered and bruised.

warnings: mentions of angst & anger, sad steve, established relationship with fem reader, mentions of parental issues (steve’s parents suck), story set between s3 & s4

the sound of the front door slamming shut was all steve heard, beside the ringing in his ears. his body felt like it was on fire from frustration & anger as he quickened to his car parked at the end of the driveway. as soon as he got inside, his hands went to his hair, gripping the strands tightly.

“fucking parents…” he cursed into the silence, flaring his nostrils as he tried to steady his breathing. it didn’t help much.

pulling the driver side mirror down to see the state he was in, his anger fluttered away for a moment when he saw a little note in your hand writing tucked into the mirror pocket.

i love you

steve carefully took the note out, running along the pen ink with his thumb. he didn’t know when you had stashed it there, but he didn’t know how much he needed it right now.

without a second thought, his foot was pressing the gas pedal & he was heading for your house on auto pilot, a wave of relief washing over him when he saw your house come into view minutes later.

tucking the note into his back pocket, he trekked to your front door & knocked, hoping you’d open it.

& when you did, steve couldn’t help but let his eyes well up with tears.

“hey…” you cupped his face without hesitation, worry settling over your features the more you looked at him.

“i know i didn’t call but—“

your arms were wrapped around him in seconds, a hand cradling the back of his head to let him know you didn’t care he didn’t call. you just wanted to make sure he was okay.

pressing his face into your neck, he choked out a sob, slowly wrapping his arms around your mid section. his muffled cries pulled at your heartstrings the tighter he held onto you, his body basically crumbling into your embrace.

it made you more worried.

“let’s go to my room, hmm?” you said softly once he settled down a little, pulling his head back so you could wipe his cheeks.

he mumbled your name through his sniffles, slowing feeling guilty for coming all this way without warning. but how could you turn him away like this?

“it’s okay, c’mon” you squeezed his hand & pressed a kiss to his temple, pulling him inside so you could lock the door.

you still held his hand as you led him up the stairs, your touch warm & comforting. he secretly hoped you’d never let go.

once you got to your room, steve sat on your bed, making himself busy as he took off his jacket & shoes. “i still got some of your clothes here, lemme find em” steve nodded at your words, silently watching you as you searching your dresser drawers for a shirt & sweatpants.

turning around with a sheepish smile, you held out an old hawkins gym shirt, the one he used to wear during basketball practice, & a pair of sweatpants that had the indiana pacers logo embroidered on the left pocket.

the clothes made steve let out a laugh for the first time in hours, taking the clothes from you with appreciation. “i forgot you had these”

“i always like having a piece of you around…” you mumbled as you sat next to him, rubbing his sweater covered shoulder. “go change. i’ll get you some water”

departing with another kiss to his temple, you left steve & made your way to your kitchen. he changed slow, eyes focused on the walls of your room as he slipped the shirt over his head & dragged the sweatpants over his legs. by the time he was done, he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand & caught sight of some new photos of you had taped to your wall.

walking closer to the new additions, steve felt his eyes well up with tears again. but good tears.

the photos you added were taken recently, some were taken on a film camera from a trip to a market you both took a few weeks ago. there was one of steve wearing a silly pair of sunglasses, rainbow coloured with rhinestones & feather accents. you convinced him to put them on.

a couple other photos were from summer time, with beach days & ice cream stained shirts or drive ins & red vines.

“i just got those developed yesterday. i have some extras for you if you want” your voice made him turn around, unable to stop that warm feeling in his chest to stop growing when he saw a glass of water & a couple of snacks in your hands.

“yeah,” he rasped. “i’d like that”.

walking over to the bed, you handed him the glass once he sat down, resuming your position next to him with a hand on his shoulder.

“do you wanna talk about it?” you asked when the glass was half full, eyes locked on steve’s face. “you don’t have to. i don’t wanna pry” you added in case, & steve was appreciative. he handed you the glass, & you placed it on your nightstand before turning your attention back to him.

taking your free hand in one of his, steve looked at you in the amber light of your room. “you’re not prying, promise” he assured you. “it’s my parents… they don’t get me. & it really sucks”

you hummed in understanding, empathetic because you knew the shit he had to deal with whenever they came home—which was rare but brutal.

“i feel like they don’t want to know me. & i don’t meet their stupid standards, & my dad—“ he breathed in hard, causing you to squeeze his hand in encouragement. “i don’t want to be like him—i-i’m scared i will”

his shoulders dropped again, his head following suit. with his eyes shut, he tried to compose himself, but your voice brought him back. “steve, trust me. you’re nothing like him, baby” you said as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“you care so much about everyone, & you put your life on the line all the time whenever something goes wrong. you have courage, something your dad wishes he had” he nodded at your words, sucking in a deep breath.

brushing your thumb across his cheek, you called his name softly. “… look at me for second, please” & he obliged.

his brown eyes looked right into yours, his cheek leaning into your palm.

“without you, the kids—hell, even i—wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t here. you’ve stepped up to help us more times than i can count, & even let a bunch of russians beat you to a pulp so they wouldn’t hurt dustin & erica. that’s because you’re selfless, which makes you nothing like him”

steve couldn’t understand how you could see right through him like this, how much you’ve noticed in the short span of knowing him. you saw him for who he was, not for who you wanted him to be—unlike his parents.

“you are so special to me, & i love you—“

he couldn’t hold it in anymore, so he pressed his lips to yours & kissed you hard. one of his hands smoothed over your thigh, & the other gripped your t-shirt. the kiss felt emotional, & it made him want to cry, knowing how much you loved him. you pulled away first, pressing your forehead into his while your nose nudging his own. “steve—“

“thank you”

you opened your eyes, unsure of what he meant. “for what, baby?”

“for knowing me” he said when he opened his eyes, nudging his nose against yours with a sad smile. “no one has ever known me like you do… you just see me—& i love you more for it”

you couldn’t hide your smile as you leaned into him more, feeling overwhelmed with so much love & warmth—all for him.

“you’re the best person i know, harrington. don’t forget that”

& with that you kissed him again, hoping it could patch up his emotional wounds. hoping he would understand that he’s worth it, & that he deserves you.

[stellatekintsugi]

Joe Keery

[ash5monster01]

could I request something fluffy with Steve after he comes home injured from the demo-bats attack?

Aftercare

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: language, injury, S4 spoilers, minor suggestive comment, tension, mentions of past trauma, acts of service, fluff, no use of y/n

Summary: Steve comes home in an unrecognizable state and you’re quick to help him clean up.

word count: 1.3k

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Dirt swirls at the bottom of the tub, spiraling with the water pressure that pounds on the boys back. Your hand slowly moving the nozzle to determine what marks wash away and what ones don’t. It pains you to see him like this, to have not known where he had been for days, panicking with all the deaths and trauma littering the town. For a split moment you had thought he was gone, until he reappeared looking as if he had just fought a war. Your eyes unable to look away from the red mark wrapped around his entire neck.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he says when he hears another one of your heavy sighs. You don’t believe him, no matter how convincing he sounds. Instead of responding you run the loofa over his shoulder, determined to continue your job.

“Hey, I’m okay,” he reassures, his hand covering yours as the suds run down his skin. He stops the loofah in place as he turns to peer over his shoulder at you. The ledge of the tub is hard under your butt and he looks so small as he sits there naked with his knees tucked to his chest.

“This isn’t right Steve, your sides have literal bites taken out of them. I’m already running out of peroxide and I can’t tell what’s dirt or a bruise,” you whine, tears filling your eyes. Slowly he lets go of your hand and turns to face you, arms resting across your lap.

“I know baby, but I’m right here now and I’m more than fine,” he explains and you nod, pushing him back to run the loofah along his chest. Blood and dirt drip from his chest hair and it pains you that he can still be so handsome in a state like this.

“Can I just clean you up? Let me take care of you,” you beg and he searches your eyes, trying to see any hesitation or deception. When all he finds is genuine care, he gives a single nod before turning back and letting you get to work.

When you’re practically done washing his body, having run the loofah over every part of him down to his toes, you step into the tub to use the nozzle against his head. His neck tips back and his eyes flutter close, the water soaking his brown waves dark against his head. His eyes never open as you run shampoo through his hair, rinse, and then condition. You finish washing his body while the conditioner sits, knowing he probably needed the normalcy of his big full head of hair after all the things he’d been through. When he’s done you help him out the tub, enjoying the quiet as you run a towel over his limbs. When you reach his sides he winces and the blissful bubble is burst.

“You know I could get used to this,” Steve grins, feeling refreshed and loved after the attention to detail you’ve given him. You smile up at him softly from toweling off his legs.

“You enjoy anything that has to do with me kneeled in front of you,” you tease, wrapping the towel around his waist before collecting some medical supplies to dress his wounds. Steve rolls his eyes but doesn’t disagree, feeling immense relief to just be back here with you.

“I mean you taking care of me, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come back to an empty house and had to recover on my own,” he explains, a frown tugging at his lips as he recalls all the times before. His eyes swollen shut from being beat up by Russians, feeling the water run over his skin but not knowing if the bleeding stopped with it.

“Yeah well I’m here now, so be still because this might hurt,” you sigh, knowing the peroxide you pour on his side burns instantly. He winces as his eyes squeeze shut and you quickly form your lips in an O and blow over it to soothe it only slightly.

When one side is done you do the other, trying to ignore Steve’s sounds of discomfort and pain, before wrapping fresh bandages around his midsection. It’s the first time the dressings don’t immediately seep with fresh blood since he had returned, he was already healing, and that was comfort enough. Letting out a sigh of relief you stand up straight to face him, your hands cradling either side of his face.

“I love you so much Steve,” you say matter of fact, not searching for a response or even a reason. This boy had risked his life for this town and it still wasn’t over. This peaceful oasis you had created for yourselves was going to disappear soon. In the morning you’d go with him to Nancy’s and face the town that had become destroyed from the events of last night. At least right now the two of you were together, temporarily immune to whatever was still out there.

“I love you, and I’m sorry for just disappearing. I just couldn’t risk putting you in danger too,” he admits, having fought a battle of needing you but knowing distance would keep you safe. You weren’t ignorant to the dangers of this town but he never would’ve been able to defend it while also worrying about you.

“I know Steve, but next time, let me make that decision,” you say with raised eyebrows and he nods, chuckling softly as he wraps you in his arms. You hold him, enjoying the feel of his warm skin against yours, and the sound of his heartbeat pumping in your ear. He was alive and safe, and suddenly all your worries washed away.

“Okay, I can deal with that,” he agrees and you grin before pushing up on your toes and pressing a kiss to his lips. His attempts to deepen it fall short as you pull away, a devilish smile crossing your face.

“Let’s get you in some comfy clothes and go to bed, you need a full night rest,” you remind him and he groans because that also meant no funny business. He obeys anyway, following as you help him slip into some pajamas. It’s pure torture watching you change into one of his t-shirts while he lays and waits for you in bed. Desperate to ignore how his eyelids already felt heavy.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask as you cuddle against him, careful not to hurt his wounds. It’s the first time in days this bed is warm again and you wish you could put your full weight on top of him.

“Maybe later, but right now I just want to lay here with you,” he says, fingers running through your hair and you smile. It feels as if nothing had even happened but a part of you knew everything from this moment was going to be different. Tomorrow would come with more trouble that it seemed Steve could never escape and you’d be there to stand by his side this time. That’s why right now, curled in each other’s arms, felt better than it ever had.

“Okay,” you smile. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight beautiful,” he returns the sentiment and you sigh, snuggling into him and letting your eyes flutter close. You knew he’d fight sleep for a little longer but that didn’t matter because you’d still be here to take care of him if needed. You’d never leave the boy to do it on his own ever again.

If Steve Harrington was going to fight to protect the world the least you could do was give him some aftercare.

[silencedloves]

Polaroids after sex

Warnings: none, just fluff

Pronouns using: none

A/n: this is a short one but I hope you enjoy it :) 💓

Its an understatement of how much Steve loves taking pictures of you after having sex. And not in a pervy pornography kinda way, but in a sweet lovable kinda way.

Steve has such a big heart he loves to love because that is something he didn't receive. He loves to give even if he doesn't get something back in return. He is such a lover boy, your lover boy.

After having sex he whispers sweet things like

"I can never get enough of you," he lays on top of you as he caresses your cheek and kisses your forhead. At that moment youre entangled with each other and Steve is mesmerized by you, he's always been. But in these moments you seem much more beautiful, because of how vulnourable you are to him its so intimate.

You smile as you look up to him and feel him swipe your hair from your forhead that was stuck from your sweat. "You are such a beauty" he says as he peppers every inch of your face with kisses and you squirm under him. He hears you laugh and tell him to ‘stop’ knowing that you loved every second of it. He stops and reaches for something near the bedside table. You know what it is and grumble. “Come on honey you know I can’t resist..” he has a Polaroid camera in his hand and see you’re already tucked under the bedsheets covering half your face.

He chuckles and takes a pictures anyways. As he put the Polaroid camera back in place and waits for the Polaroid to develop in his hand you ask “Do you really gotta do that every time?” He leans down again and smiles at you then kisses you slowly, “Ofcourse sweets, these are for my eyes only and I never wanna forget how you look like afterwards.” He says with a soft smirk and you playfully roll your eyes.

[louloulemons-posts]

Touchy-Feeley

Steve Harrington X Reader

Summary : Steve’s always touching you, but it’s totally platonic right?

Word count : 1.5k

Warnings : not proofread, pure fluff, idiots in love, pining, petnames, kisses, don’t think there’s any use of Y/N or descriptors of physical features, this was written at 4am lol.

A/N : This is my first fic for Steve! I can’t believe it’s taken me this long, but I saw a tiktok and it inspired this. I hope you enjoy it 🤍

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You and Steve had been best friends for a while now, becoming even closer after everything with the Russians at the mall went down.

You’d met through Robin, she’d dragged you into the back of Scoops begging for you help to figure out the code they’d heard.

Well that ended up in you, Robin, two kids called Dustin and Erica and strangely, king Steve Harrington.

You weren’t his biggest fan in highschool, seeing the way he treated people. People like you and Robin. That night changed everything, the way he kept all of you safe, eventhough he didn’t really know you.

After that you’d become friends, not as close as him and Robin or yourself and her, but friends no the less.

There was something else you’d learned about Steve during this time. He was someone who loved physical touch.

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Walking into Family Video you waved over to Robin, “Hey.”

“Hey! Please tell me you bro-” Sliding her lunch across the counter she clasped her hands.

“I love you so much, did you know that?”

“Mhm. I’m using your discount, just so you know,” you spoke and walked away down the aisles to look for a movie or two.

Zoned out whilst you read the back of a case, you jumped when you felt arms wrap around you. “Sorry babe I did call you, but you must’ve not heard me.”

“Hi Steve.”

“Watcha thinking of getting?” he asked, now resting his head on your shoulder. “Not sure, this sounds interesting. It’s called Labyrinth.”

“It’s only been put back out today, it’s meant to be really good.” You hummed in acknowledgement. “Hey maybe we could watch it together?” he suggested.

Tapping your fingers on his hands that were linked around you, “Sure sounds good.”

“Great.”

He let go, but took your hand instantly, pulling you towards the counter. Rubbing his thumb against yours. Things like this had become normal to you now, it was stranger when he didn’t touch you.

Taking the VHS from you, he put it through, putting in his details so you’d get a discount. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Shush. I’ll be watching it too.”

He then pulled out his wallet and put a dollar in the till. “Steve!” you scolded.

“Shush!” Rolling your eyes playfully, you took the movie from him.

“When do you get off?” you asked.

“Like 5, gotta drop Robs home.”

“Do you wanna come over at 6:30 then? Or is that not enough time?”

“No, that’s fine. I’ll bring some snacks.”

“Great, I’ll see you later then.” Giving one last squeeze to your hand, he smiled, “See you.”

Shouting goodbye to Robin, you waved as you headed out. The shorter haired girl appeared in the doorway. Fork in her mouth she mumbled, “You’re so in love with her.”

“Shut up!”

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The door knocked just after 6:30, quickly answering it, you smiled. Steve dressed in a yellow sweater, a bag in hand. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you smiled, letting him come in.

“So I brought candy and popcorn, and I thought we could get a pizza?” he said, as he placed the food on your kitchen counter.

“Sounds great. My mom and dad are at some reunion thing so we don’t have to share,” you laughed.

He smiled at that, you laugh. It was the most beautiful sound, making butterflies erupt in his stomach.

He knew you were going to be a big part of his life as soon as he lay his eyes on you. He didn’t think it would be in this way. He was scared of getting hurt in all honesty.

After everything that happened with Nancy, he was happy to be playboy King Steve for a while. But then he saw you smile at Robin as she teased him and Dustin in Pig-Latin and knew it was something more.

“Steve,” you voice snapped him back to reality, “lost you for a second there, you okay?” Your eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Sorry, so do you want to order the pizza now and then watch the movie?” he asked.

You let out a laugh, “That’s what I just asked you, silly boy,” you smiled, shaking your head. “Tell you what, you take the snacks into the living room and I’ll call.”

He nodded, pecking your cheek as he walked past you. He didn’t notice how your cheeks flushed when he did. They always did. He had that affect on you.

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With pizzas half eaten and movie playing, Steve spoke, “Come here,” he said, opening his arms up to you.

You grinned as you leaned into him, arms wrapping around you. “I missed you,” he mumbled into your hair.

“Steve you saw me this morning.”

“Too long!” he groaned.

“Well you’ve got me now,” you said, leaning up to leave a soft peck on the his jaw.

He shivered slightly at the feeling. Your eyes went back to movie, head resting on Steves chest, hearing his heart beat.

He could only hope it wasn’t too loud. He felt like it might explode, the way you kissed him could’ve killed him.

He whispered your name, “Yeah Stevie?” Now that, that could kill him. “Did you ever think we’d end up like this? Me and you?”

“Honestly, no. Not in my wildest dreams would I have imagined myself having a pizza and movie night with King Steve.”

He let out a noise of dislike at the name, “I don’t wanna be like that again.”

“You won’t be. Don’t think me or Robs would let you, or Dustin.”

“Yeah I’m stuck with the nerds now.” Letting out a scoff you pushed up off him, “You’re calling me a nerd?” your eyes were wide, in mock offence.

“Well … yeah a bit.”

“How rude! How am I a nerd?”

“Well you’re the biggest book worm I have ever met, you’re great at all school subjects-”

“Am not!”

“Are too. You love sci-fi, you’re fluent in Pig-Latin out of all things, the list goes on and on babe.”

“You’re horrible to me, you know that?”

“Ah yes, the guy who brought you this movie.”

“Using your discount!”

“How horrible, and got you pizza and snacks.”

“I’m not talking to you anymore,” you said, moving over to the over end of the couch.

“Hey come back!” he laughed, pulling on your ankle.

“No! I’m clearly too nerdy to sit next to the great King Steve,” you huffed, trying to pull out of his grip.

“I’m not King Steve.”

“Who are you then?”

“Just Steve.”

“Just Steve?”

“Mhm, and you’re just you. My favourite nerdy person ever.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s it, I come over. Give you wonderful company, feed you and you call me King Steve and roll your eyes at me.”

He got closer to you, “You called me a nerd!”

“And am I wrong?”

“I … Well if I’m a nerd you are too!”

“No!”

“Steve your best friend is a 14 year old genius.”

“Rude. Also you’re my best friend and so is Robin.”

“So a child nerd, a band nerd and a just me nerd?”

“Exactly!”

“Wow.”

He was now next to you again. “Forgive me,” he said, giving you puppy dog eyes. “Stop it!” You laughed at his pouty face.

“Not until you forgive me, I’ll do anything,” he said, wrapping his arms around you once more. “Please forgive me. You’re my favourite nerd.”

“Let me go!”

“Not until you forgive me.” He squeezed you as you tried to wriggle away. Pulling and pushing him, you were on the end of the couch and almost out of his grip.

That was until you fell on the ground, Steve following after. “Jesus are you okay?” he asked, genuinely concerned, pushing up off you.

Unable to answer as you fell into a fit of giggles, “You’re crazy,” he smiled fondly, leaning over you.

Calming yourself you met his eyes, matching his soft smile. He heart thumped against his chest, while your tummy did somersaults.

Leaning down slowly, as to give you time to stop him, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

Soon enough his soft lips met yours, moving together, as if they were made for each other. Your hand went to the base of his neck, playing with the hairs there.

Smiling into the kiss, Steve pulled back, giving you a few more soft pecks. “I wanted to do that for so long,” he whispered.

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I didn’t think you liked me like that.”

“Steve have you ever seen me let someone touch me the way you do? Even Robs?”

He tried to recount a time, there’d been one occasion he’d seen Robin hug you and you not squeal pushing her away. The night at Starcourt.

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh. I’m not a touchy-feely person. But for you, I am. I love it.”

“I love it too.”

“Then don’t stop, hold my hand, hug me, kiss me.” He lent down to do just that.

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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[liyliths]

౨ৎ ⋆ ｡˚ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

summary: you've just been dragged to the middle of nowhere, aka hawkins, indiana, with your pos father where the cicadas are loud and the neighbors are louder. after moving into your new trailer home that’s seen better days—probably in another lifetime, you somehow end up under chief hopper's care, hawkins' grumpiest cop. oh, and did i mention you found a creepy portal in the woods? how much weirder can this town get?

While the pair unloaded their meager belongings from the truck, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of bitterness that clung to her. She resented her father for uprooting their lives once again, dragging her to this dismal trailer park in the middle of nowhere. 

pairings: steve harrington x reader

warnings: brief mention of an argument between pos father and daughter, brief mention of foster care, cursing, otherwise none

word count: 4k

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𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑

The dusty road stretched ahead, flanked by rows of weather-beaten trailers that seemed to sag under the weight of years gone by. The summer sun beat down mercilessly, casting harsh shadows across the barren landscape. Clothing lines hung in front of trailers, with clothes flopping around in the breeze. A battered pickup truck rumbled to a stop among the trailers, kicking up dust clouds in its wake.

“Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?”

“Y/N–” 

A gruff muffled voice mumbled as music flowed from a Walkman, and a girl moved her hair out of the way of her headphones. She took them off—flicking her eyes at her father who was trying to speak to her through the noise of her music, with frustration filling his eyes. There was a sign of age and decay on his face, slightly reeking of cigarettes.

“You’ve got to stop with the damn music when I’m talking to you,” The girl’s father spat. She remained silent, looking at the details of her new home; Hawkins very own lovely trailer park. 

“Get out, let’s start unloading.” The man sighed and opened the truck door, harshly shutting it behind him.

The girl sighed, unzipping her backpack in the foot space of the passenger seat, placing her Walkman inside of it. She stepped out of the truck, eyeing her new, run-down home. Y/N watched her father who carried boxes and house keys walk toward their home, a tan and brown trailer with a mini porch leading up to the entrance. The sound of cicadas filled the background in the forest behind them, with the not-so-friendly sight of neighbors arguing on their front porch in the distance.

While the pair unloaded their meager belongings from the truck, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of bitterness that clung to her. She resented her father for uprooting their lives once again, dragging her to this dismal trailer park in the middle of nowhere. 

But beneath the anger and resentment, there was also a flicker of something else—a glimmer of hope, perhaps, buried deep beneath the layers of disappointment. Maybe Hawkins could be a fresh start after all?

As Y/N finished unloading the last of the boxes from the truck into her room, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping over her. Her first day at Hawkins High in two weeks weighed heavily on her mind, how long would she be in Hawkins? Will she fit in enough? Will making new friends and meeting new people even be worth it?

The girl then glanced up at the trailer park's entrance sign through her room's window, the words "Forest Hills Trailer Park" taunting her with its irony. The park was far-fetched from the suburban neighborhoods she had grown accustomed to in her childhood, thanks to the money her mother had left behind that is now gone due to her father’s irresponsibility after his decline.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Y/N took cautious footsteps to her kitchen, passing the empty halls into the living room filled with moving boxes. She made her way to the kitchen and opened the small white fridge the previous tenants left behind, seeing it empty.

“No dinner tonight, birdie.” Y/N’s father spoke with a trace of alcohol lingering from his breath, calling the girl a familiar nickname—recalling the better days she shared with both her father and mother. 

“I’ll go to the store first thing in the morning,” He declared, and Y/N turned around to see him walking toward his room with a pack of beers in hand, stumbling slightly.

The girl harshly shut the fridge door, a look of resentment growing in her eyes. “You thought to bring yourself a pack of beer but didn’t think to pack any food?” She snapped, watching her father stop in his tracks. 

“You’re a fucking adult, you should think to pack your own shit.” He turned around, eyeing the girl’s frustrated figure standing at the fridge.

“I’m sixteen years old. We both know you won’t be the one going to the store tomorrow,” She hissed, growing more irritated while eyeing the pack of beers in her father’s hands. 

“Then starve, ungrateful brat.” Her father spat back, retreating to his empty and undecorated room.

Y/N sighed, hungry and defeated—treading her way out of the kitchen and back into her room. She opened the door to the dim lighting and walked toward a pile of boxes, then sat on her knees to begin unpacking. 

The first thing she pulled out of the boxes was a sketchbook with a set of colored pencils. She carefully held the sketchbook in her hands, opening it and skimming through the pages of her drawings that hundreds of hours had been spent on.

There were drawings of wildlife, landscapes, and people she would observe. One of her drawings that always stood out to her was Watson Falls from Oregon in 1982 where she previously resided before her move to Indiana.

It was one of her favorite places that her father had relocated to in his search for work, just as he had moved to Hawkins and the dozens of places before. The girl was not one to belong to a big social crowd, not wanting to get attached—knowing she and her father would pick up and move time and time again.

With a sigh, she closed her sketchbook, setting it with her colored pencils on top of other unpacked boxes. She took a deep breath and moved her hair out of her face, crawling over to her mattress in the corner of the small room, arranging the sheets and pillows she had thrown onto it amidst the unpacking. She laid down, staring at the bland ceiling, letting sleep consume her.

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Y/N sat crisscrossed on the damp ground with her sketchbook balanced on her knees as she felt a sense of calm wash over her. There was a slight breeze that caressed her cheeks, with her hair flowing in the wind. 

The girl’s face was tinted with a slight pink as sweat began to trickle down her forehead due to the summer heat. The dense woods behind her trailer stretched out before her with the sounds of cicadas and other wildlife filling the thick, hot air.

With each stroke of her pencil, the girl captured the beauty of the landscape—the gnarled branches and twisted roots weaving together in a mesmerizing dance with sunlight peeking through the trees. As she worked, a strange sensation crept over her—an odd prickling at the back of her neck that sent shivers down her spine.

Glancing up from her sketchpad with an odd feeling, the girl's heart skipped a beat as she saw something glowing an orange and red hue in the darkness of the woods as the sun began to set. Overcome with curiosity, the girl hesitated for a moment before standing to investigate. With her sketchbook tucked under her arm, she ventured deeper into the forest, the dense undergrowth rustling beneath her feet with each cautious step.

As she rounded a bend in the woods trail, the girl stumbled upon a clearing bathed in an ethereal glow. In the center stood a gnarled oak tree, its branches reaching skyward like twisted fingers grasping at the heavens. She began to hesitantly reach towards the mysterious glow, her hand becoming damp as she made contact with it, the other side foggy.

With a gasp—she suddenly pulled her hand back, watching as a figure moved toward her through the other side. The figure made its way even nearer to the entrance, and the girl watched with wide eyes as its shadow covered the hue of the portal. 

Its presence was overwhelming and filled the girl with dread, not quite understanding what she was looking at. Before she could even process what was happening, a gnarly hand with long claws suddenly burst through the portal, a thick slime covering the girl’s face from the impact.

With a sudden jolt of fear, she turned and fled, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the woods as she raced back toward the safety of her trailer. She used her sleeve from her flannel to wipe the disgusting slime off of her face with terror overcoming her body. 

Even as she put distance between herself and the mysterious portal, she couldn't quite shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air—something was not right. Whatever that thing was, it did not belong here. 

No one would believe what she saw.

The girl swiftly opened her trailer door, rushed inside, and slammed the door shut behind her, catching her breath from running, putting her hand on her heart. The familiar voice of her father sent a chill down her spine as she read the clock—9:04 PM.

“Where the hell have you been, Y/N? You were supposed to be back by eight, sharp.”

The air was suddenly thick with tension. The girl stood by the front door as her eyes met her father's unsober ones. The trailer reeked of alcohol as her father's face grew more and more red with anger by the second. 

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time. It won’t happen again.” Y/N softly spoke, beginning to trail her way back toward the safety of her room.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Her father stumbled his way over to her, beer in hand, grabbing the girl’s arm.

“Away from you,” She coldly stated, harshly pulling her arm away from the man.

“Yeah, run away from your problems just like your mother did,” Her father spat, and the room was silent for a moment, with tension suffocating the air. Suddenly—the girl grabbed the beer bottle in her father’s hands and smashed it onto the floor, with resentment growing in her expression.

“You little shit—you think you can do that? This is how you treat me? After everything I’ve done for you!” He slurred, his voice rising, looking at the glass shards from the beer bottle that covered the floor.

“Done for me? You’ve done nothing but ruin everything!” Y/N shouted back, her voice cracking as she felt tears forming, her next words hesitating for a moment.

“Mom would be ashamed of what you’ve become.”

Her father staggered closer to her, the scent of alcohol thickening as it entered the girl's nose. “You think you can talk to me like that?” He asked, coldly.

“I’ll teach you—you little brat, some fucking respect.” He then turned around and stumbled toward the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab another beer. 

As the girl turned around to exit the situation and retreat to the safety of her room, she was suddenly met with a beer bottle struck at her from across the kitchen into the living room, barely missing the side of her face and smashing into the empty, undecorated wall in front of her next to the hall.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” She screamed, turning around, the feeling of betrayal flooding through her system.

“You like that, huh? You like to smash stuff? I’ll show you what it’s like!” Her father screamed back, grabbing the whole beer case from the fridge, smashing it onto the floor. The girl’s body filled up with fear, and she fought tears, helpless, watching as her father found more and more items from the kitchen to destroy.

Abruptly, he stopped everything he was doing and angrily staggered into the hallway toward the girl’s room, kicking the door open with his foot.

“No, no, what are you doing?!” Y/N followed him into her room, tears now streaming down her face, watching as he searched erratically through her messy, unpacked room, throwing things out of his way—smashing her belongings in the process. 

He seemed to have found what he was looking for, reaching for her sketchbook that was under her pillow. “Don’t!” She screamed, throwing herself toward him to try and grab her hard work carefully drawn on all the pages.

“This is what happens when you disrespect me!” He shouted throughout the trailer, opening her sketchbook and tearing it in half. The desperate girl threw a weak fist at her father’s chest, watching as anger boiled over in him. 

In a flash, her father struck her, sending the girl reeling into the wall. She began to sob, feeling the betrayal sting and bruise her face, watching as her father continued to tear up the pages she spent hundreds of hours of her time on.

Y/N and her father constantly fought, but never on this level—this was the first time he’d ever laid hands on her. Her father threw the shredded paper onto the floor and left her room. She looked around, seeing her belongings shattered from the fight. Her body trembled, and she crawled toward her destroyed hard work. 

The girl attempted to piece the pages back together, but hopelessness began to infiltrate her body. Through her tears, she noticed as the room flooded with bright flashes of blue and red lights coming from outside her window, and she squinted, spotting police vehicles.

In the other room, the girl’s father silently cursed at himself and staggered his way to the living room. The flashing red and blue lights of police cars illuminated the front yard, lighting up the darkness from the night outside. 

Y/N’s father looked out the window next to the front door, seeing the chief of police step out of his vehicle. His expression was grim as he made his way up the trailer porch, firmly knocking on the front door.

“Chief of police, Jim Hopper, open the door!” He knocked loudly, his voice commanding as he announced his presence. The door swung open, revealing Y/N’s father—Thomas, who was visibly agitated. The sight of a policeman momentarily sobered him, but the anger in his eyes remained.

“What do you want?” Thomas snarled, alcohol reeking from him, attempting to block the chief's view of the chaotic scene inside.

“There was a noise complaint, step aside,” Hopper ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. Pushing past Thomas, the six-foot man entered the living room and took in the scene—the broken lamp, the smashed objects and alcohol, and a girl with tear stains standing in the hall, holding the side of her cheek.

“It’s just a small mess, my daughter over here had a meltdown, she just got a bit clumsy, I—” Thomas started with an excuse, his voice full of hidden guilt as the chief examined the scene.

“You’ve done enough,” The chief stated coldly to Thomas. “Sit down and don’t move.”

The tall-figured man, Hopper, turned his attention to the girl with his demeanor softening slightly. He took light steps toward her, asking quietly, “Can you take your hand off your face for me?” 

The girl looked behind the chief to her father for approval, but the chief intervened. “Don’t look at him, kid, look at me.”

She reluctantly moved her hand to her side, clenching her fist, not making eye contact with the authority figure as he examined the bruise forming on her cheek with tear stains covering her face.

“It’s going to be alright.” Hopper fondly spoke as he put a reassuring hand on the girl’s shoulder, before turning around and putting his attention back on the drunk. 

He pulled out his handcuffs, looking at Thomas. “Put your hands up, you’re under arrest for domestic violence. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in court.”

“What?!” Thomas slurred defensively. “Tell him, Y/N! I didn’t do that to you!” He desperately pleaded as his daughter watched him get handcuffed by the chief with tears in her eyes. The police chief took the man outside, shoving him into his partner's vehicle. 

“You didn’t even have a warrant, you can’t arrest me!” Thomas argued inside of the vehicle.

“I’m surprised you’re even sober enough to have that thought,” Hopper shook his head, slamming the door shut. “Well Chief, he technically is right, we should’ve had a warrant.” The other officer with brunette hair and glasses spoke, giving a slight shrug.

“I’ll meet you at the station,” he tells the other officer, brushing him off, beginning to make his way back to the trailer. “I’ll take care of the kid.”

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“And then that’s when he struck you?” A police officer with dark skin questioned the girl who was in a rather fragile state, holding an ice pack to her cheek. Her eyes were on the clock—10:48 PM. 

“Y/N?” The same voice resurfaced, while another intervened.

“Give her a break," The girl looked up, seeing it was Chief Hopper who spoke.

“Go home, guys, it’s getting late. I can handle this.” The chief commanded his officers, and they agreed, packing their things to get a night's rest at home.

The chief's attention shifted to the girl sitting down. “Look, kid… you can’t stay at your house until you have an adult guardian staying with you,” he started, fondly. 

“Do you have anyone you can call? Any other family?” He gently questioned, watching as the girl shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She slowly shook her head with a carefully guarded expression. 

The officer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He couldn’t bear the thought of watching this girl go through the foster care system—knowing all she needed was a stable environment, especially at the end of her teenage years.

“Alright,” he nodded to himself. “Your father will be going through court for custody over you for domestic violence charges. The system will place you in foster care for the time being. But I have an offer,” The chief raised his eyebrows and watched as the girl shifted her guarded expression to him, listening. 

“I can pull a few strings, and as long as you’re comfortable with it, you can stay with me, kid.”

The girl was silent, observing the chief. He had a soft and unsure expression written on his face, and his mustache covered his lips, while his chief hat hid his brunette hair. The girl's eyes were guarded but vulnerable, the man could see it.

“Thank you,” She started speaking softly, pausing. “I don’t want to go into foster care... I love my dad, but he’s… this fight was different.” She paused again, changing the subject, shaking her head.

“I wouldn’t mind staying with you while this is figured out.”

"Alright then, let’s get you settled in tonight," The chief fondly smiled, reassuringly placing a hand on the girl’s tense shoulder as she nodded.

𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

The evening settled over Hawkins, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Y/N found herself nestled comfortably in the chief of police’s trailer that was isolated in the middle of the woods.

The warmth of the crackling fireplace enveloped her as the fall season approached, offering solace and a sense of security that she hadn't felt in a long time. A new sketchbook Hopper had gifted Y/N upon hearing of her interest in art sat in her lap as she sketched the sight of the fireplace. With her pencil in hand, Y/N sat opposite Chief Hopper, the sound of the fireplace filling in the silence. 

“How are you feeling?” The man started up some conversation, glancing over at the girl. 

“Considering the circumstances, I’m alright,” She bluntly stated, observing the beer bottle in Hopper’s hands with pill bottles scattered across the coffee table in front of him, before shifting her focus back on her sketchbook.

“Good. That’s good.” The chief nodded, listening to the fire crackle throughout the trailer until Y/N, sat across from him, broke the silence. 

“You know you should stop with that stuff, being Chief of Police and all,” she suggested, giving a small shrug as her pencil glided across the page she was working on.

“That might be a good idea, huh?” Hopper remarked, giving a soft chuckle as he slowly began to realize that the kid had a point, thinking about how it might even trigger her looking back at the conditions of her father’s home, with beer bottles smashed across the house and pills scattered in the kitchen. Thinking about her father, he remembered the status of Thomas's case.

“Your father’s court date is in December… in the meantime, he legally can’t contact you.” Hopper started the difficult subject, watching as the girl continued sketching in her book. The date in the corner of the drawing read August 3rd, 1983.

“He’s been released from jail, and he has the option to fight for custody against the state in his court hearing," The man added.

“And if he doesn’t?” The girl asked quietly, attention still on her sketchbook. 

“You’ll belong to the state.” Hopper reluctantly finished, silence filling the air once again, with the girl momentarily pausing her sketching.

“Anyway, the first day of school is tomorrow… have you met anyone you’re going to school with yet?” Hopper changed the subject, in hopes to lighten the grim mood.

“I haven’t had the chance to go out and meet anyone,” She stated, quickly ending the conversation, leaving Hopper to wonder what else to talk about with the girl before bed—until he decided to just leave it.

"Alright kiddo, I’m going to hit the hay. I’ll take you to school in the morning.” Hopper stood up, retreating to his bedroom. 

“Sounds good. Thank you,” Y/N softly replied, hearing a gruff “mhm” from the man as he departed to his room. As the night grew later and the fire dwindled to embers, the girl prepared for bed, her mind buzzing with anticipation for the day ahead—her very first day at Hawkins High.

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Open Arms Chapter Nine

steve harrington x fem!reader Open Arms Masterlist word count: 4.7k Warnings: Canon typical violence. Mentions of kidnapping, blood, vomitting, and drugs. Rewrite/Character Insert of Stranger Things ~1985~

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Pain explodes across Steve’s face, intense and blinding. His head snaps to the side, copper flooding his mouth as he groans through gritted teeth. His ribs ache, his vision blurs and the pounding in his skull threatens to drown out everything else.

“That one stung,” Steve rasps, forcing out a breath. His voice is thin, shaky — but defiant.

“Who do you work for?” The Russian’s voice is callous, slicing through the haze.

“For the millionth time,” Steve gasps, “I work at Scoops Ahoy!”

The man barely reacts; he just gives a curt nod to his partner.

Steve doesn’t even see the next punch coming. A fist slams into his stomach, driving the air from his lungs in a strangled wheeze. He curls forward instinctively, body folding in on itself. His muscles scream in protest, and his breath stutters outin a broken groan.

“Look at me!” Steve chokes out, barely able to lift his head. His voice shudders, edged with panic. “Look at this stupid outfit! You think I’m a spy in a sailor’s uniform?!”

Blood trails from the corner of his mouth, hot and metallic. His swollen eye barely opens, and the throbbing in his face grows unbearable.

Another blow — deeper this time — and Steve’s whole body bucks. The air rushes out of him in a ragged sob.

“I told you,” he wheezes, his ribs burning with every breath. “Our…our delivery didn’t come. We thought maybe it got left at the loading dock. So we — we went in to check, and there was this…this elevator and then… I don’t know, I woke up here!” His voice is breaking now, a desperate edge creeping in.

He swallows hard, tasting blood. “But I swear — I swear — nobody knows about us. Nobody saw us. Just…just let us go, okay? Shit happens and life goes on…right?”

The guards exchange a look — and then they laugh. Deep, guttural, wrong.

Steve forces a weak chuckle, trying to mask his growing panic. His ribs scream with the effort, but he keeps smiling — or tries to.

Then the man leans in, close enough that Steve can feel his breath.

“You see…” The Russian’s voice drops to a chilling whisper. “A young girl happened to stumble into our facility earlier. I think this is not a coincidence.”

The air vanishes from Steve’s lungs — not from the pain this time, but from sheer dread. His battered body stiffens, aching and sluggish, but his mind sharpens like a blade.

You.

“No,” Steve breathes. His pulse pounds in his ears. “No… please, I—”

The guard’s fist crashes into his face. The world lurches, tilts, and then everything goes black.

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A dull, searing pain pulses through Steve’s skull as consciousness creeps back in. His eyes crack open, sticky with dried blood, and the world tilts violently. The frigid bite of metal presses against his wrists, tied, again. His arms are stiff, his fingers numb.

Then he sees you.

Slumped forward in a chair across from him, your head hangs low, hair falling across your face. For a moment, Steve’s heart stutters — please, no.

“Y/N…” His voice comes out broken and delicate. He swallows hard, fighting past the tightness in his throat. “Hey… hey, wake up.”

You don’t stir.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Steve pleads, panic swelling fast. He jerks against the ropes, wincing as they bite into his wrists. “Please… just—just open your eyes, okay?”

Your body remains limp.

“God,” his voice shakes now, “no, no, no… please.” He strains harder against his restraints, ignoring the sting of the rope cutting into his skin. “Don’t do this. Don’t… don’t leave me.”

He sucks in a breath that shudders violently on the way out.

“I’m so sorry,” he chokes. “I should’ve told you… about everything. About why I’ve been… God, I’ve been so stupid.” His eyes burn, hot tears threatening to spill. “I just… I saw those pamphlets in your room and it hit me— this whole stupid idea that you’re leaving, that you’re gonna find something better than… than this. Than me.”

His voice cracks, and this time, the tears come. They sear tracks down his bruised face as he squeezes his eyes shut.

“I got scared,” he discloses. “I thought… if I kept some space, maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much when you left.” He laughs dryly, bitter and broken. “Guess that backfired, huh?”

His gaze locks back on you, and his chest narrows. “I just… I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much and… God, I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m terrified you’ll realize I’m not enough — that I can’t give you what you deserve.” His voice falters, then crumbles entirely. “But I need you. I don’t know how to be… me without you.”

He sniffs forcefully, shaking his head. “And now you’re in this mess — this whole goddamn thing — because of me.” His voice breaks again, ragged and raw. “I’m so sorry. Please… just wake up.”

His head drops forward, and for a moment, the fight leaves him. His chest heaves as sobs wrack through him — a rare, helpless kind of crying that leaves him breathless.

“Please,” he whispers one more time, barely able to say the word.

Then, a faint sound — a breath, soft but real.

Steve’s head snaps up.

“Y/N?” His voice trembles with hope. “Hey… hey, I’m right here.” He watches as your head shifts slightly.

“Come on,” Steve breathes, eyes wide and desperate. “Come back to me baby, please.” 

“Steve?” Your voice comes out in a strained whisper, each word scraping against your throat like sandpaper. The effort sends pain slashing through your ribs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m right here,” Steve says quickly, “I’m here.”

You try to move, but the sharp pull in your side keeps you still.

“Don’t — don’t move,” Steve stammers, his own breath hitching like he’s holding back a sob. “Just… just stay still, okay? You’re hurt.”

“Where are we?” you rasp, your head swimming.

His face twists, guilt washing over him. “Some kind of… secret Russian lab under the mall.”

Your eyes snap open. Memories rush back — the loading dock, the crates, the hands grabbing you — and your stomach turns.

“Oh my god,” you breathe. “I remember.”

Steve’s face crumples. “What did they do to you?” His voice cracks, and tears streak through the grime on his bruised face.

“Feels like I got hit by a truck,” you murmur weakly, trying for a smile that barely comes.

Steve’s expression falters, his face twisting with regret. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I’m so — this is all my fault. You shouldn’t be here.” He shakes his head, eyes dropping like he can’t bear to look at you. “You shouldn’t…”

“Steve…” You swallow thickly, ignoring the sharp ache in your throat. “This isn’t your fault.”

“It is,” he insists, voice rising. “I should’ve been with you — I should’ve… God, I shouldn’t have been so stupid.” He pulls hard at the ropes binding his wrists, fingers digging in so tightly his knuckles turn white. “I was scared, okay? I was scared I was gonna lose you, and now…” His voice breaks, breath stuttering. “Now I almost did.”

“You didn’t though,” you whisper.

“I can’t — I can’t…” His voice is barely there now, a fragile thing on the verge of breaking. “I can’t do this without you. I love you. I love you so much it hurts.”

“I think the hurt is probably from all those bruises on your face,” you try to tease, but the words come out disjointed and frail.

Steve laughs brokenly like it’s the only thing that is going to keep him from falling apart completely. “We’re gonna get out of here,” he says, but the way his voice wavers makes you wonder if he’s trying to convince himself.

The metal door groans open, and your blood turns cold.

The Russian man from earlier steps inside, and this time he’s not alone. A man in a white lab coat trails behind him, clutching a large syringe.

“No,” Steve mutters, straightening in his chair. “No, no, no… hey! Hey!” His voice rises into a shout. “You stay the hell away from her, you bastards!”

The doctor ignores him, stepping closer to you — too close. You barely have the strength to flinch.

“Don’t,” Steve growls, voice shaking with desperation. “Don’t you touch her!”

The cold metal of the needle presses against your skin. You don’t fight — you’ve learned by now that it only makes things worse. Closing your eyes, you brace yourself.

The sharp sting bursts through your neck like fire.

“Son of a bitch!” Steve cries out, his voice breaking when you whimper.

The doctor turns next to Steve, syringe still in hand.

“No,” Steve pleads now, struggling harder against his bindings. “Don’t — please…”

The needle plunges into his neck. His head jerks back, a strangled noise ripping from his throat.

Then his body slumps, and the room tilts. Your vision clouds as the heat crawls through your veins, thick and dizzying.

The last thing you hear before everything slips away is Steve’s voice, faint and distant, calling your name.

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When you come to, Steve’s voice is the first thing you hear — strained and oddly light.

“I told you,” he giggles, “I work at Scoops Ahoy.”

His head wobbles like a loose hinge, chin dipping to his chest before rolling back again. He’s laughing like he’s hearing the world’s funniest joke.

That’s when you realize you’re smiling too. Your head feels too heavy to hold up, and when you try to move, your body sways. A chuckle slips out unexpectedly. Then another. And another. Soon, you’re laughing uncontrollably, like you’re watching some twisted comedy sketch you can’t escape.

“Uh… what did you give me?” you manage to ask between gasps.

The Russian man ignores you, leaning in closer to Steve. “How did you find us?”

“Totally by accident,” Steve chuckles, dragging out each word like it’s funny just to say them.

That’s when you see the doctor reach for something, a pair of pliers.

The laughter dies in your throat. “No…” you whisper, the fog in your head clearing just enough to send panic racing down your spine.

“What is that?!” Steve blurts out, suddenly more aware. “What— No, no, no…”

The doctor grabs Steve’s hand, forcing his fingers apart. The cold metal hovers over Steve’s fingernails, and before you can react —

Steve’s scream tears through the room.

“WE HEARD A CODE!” you shout, the words tumbling out before you’ve even thought them through.

The Russian man freezes, turning his sharp gaze on you. “What?”

“We heard your stupid code,” you snap, desperate to draw his focus away from Steve. “You know, for Russian spies, you guys are amateurs. You made us, a bunch of school-age kids, look smarter than you!”

Steve’s head jerks toward you, his eyes wide with something like panic. He’s begging you not to take this on — but you can’t just sit there and watch him suffer.

“What code?” the man growls, stepping closer.

Your voice drops to something taunting, a smile curling at your lips despite the tremble in your chest.

“Неделя длинная… Серебряный кот ест… Когда синее встретится с желтым на западе.”

His eyes narrow. “Что еще вы знаете?”

“Это не сойдёт тебе с рук,” you spit, defiance burning in your voice.

Steve’s gaze flicks between you and the Russian, face twisted in confusion. “W-what are you saying?”

“I told him that he and his little friends aren’t getting away with this,” you mutter, eyes still locked on the man.

“Yeah!” Steve blurts out, suddenly energized. “Because we have a Henderson and a Hopper on our side!”

Your heart stalls. “Uh… Steve…”

“A Henderson… and a Hopper?” The man’s attention snaps back to Steve.

Steve grins, loopy and fearless. “Don’t forget Hopper’s U.S. Cavalry,” he adds, shaking his head dramatically like he’s sharing some big secret... because he is.

Before the Russian can react, an alarm blares — a piercing wail that fills the room.

The man’s face twists in alarm. He barks something in Russian, then bolts from the room in a frantic rush.

Silence settles over you both, save for Steve’s ragged breathing. He turns his head toward you, his bruised face bright with a lazy grin.

“You should speak Russian more often,” Steve slurs, voice syrupy and slow. “It’s… very sexy.”

You let out a breathless chuckle, part disbelief, part exhaustion, but then a scoff cuts through the room.

Your head jerks toward the corner, where the doctor is still standing, arms crossed and thoroughly unimpressed.

“What?” you snap, “You can’t stand the thought of two people being in love when you’re so miserable, huh?”

Steve snorts, twisting awkwardly in his chair like he’s trying to point but forgot his hands are tied behind his back. “Jealous!” he cries, jutting his chin toward the man instead. “That’s what this is! You’re jealous!”

“Oh god…” you mumble under your breath.

“You wish you were like me, huh?” Steve continues, words spilling out faster now. “Dating the most beautiful woman on the planet?” He grins wide like he’s just said something brilliant and unheard of. “Well guess what...you’re not! I am. I’m dating her!” 

He jerks forward as if he’s about to thump his chest, only to remember — far too late — that his arms are still bound. His face scrunches up in confusion before he leans back with a satisfied nod, like that was intentional all along.

The doctor’s expression barely changes, just a blank, bored stare, but Steve isn’t done.

“And...and you know what else?” He pauses, blinking hard like he’s trying to focus. “I’m gonna marry her too.”

Your mouth falls open. “Wait… what?”

“Yup!” Steve pops the “p” dramatically, swaying slightly in his chair. “I’m gonna marry her, and we’re gonna get a house — big one, with a pool and a dog! Or maybe a cat. I dunno, we’ll figure it out, but we’ll be so happy.” His smile softens, and his eyes — though glassy and unfocused — lock on yours. “Because I love her. More than anything.”

You sit there, stunned, your pulse thudding in your ears.

The doctor exhales sharply, muttering something in Russian before grabbing his things and stomping out the door.

“Well…” you mumble, your voice tight. “That escalated quickly.”

Steve grins dopily, his head rolling lazily to the side. “Yeah,” he sighs, in a hushed tone. “But… it’s true.”

Just then, a sharp scream cuts through the air, followed by the sound of rapid footsteps. The door bursts open and two small figures come barreling in — Dustin and… Erica!?

Dustin clutches some kind of cattle prod-looking contraption, jabbing it into the doctor’s side. There’s a crackling buzz, and the man stiffens before collapsing like a felled tree.

Robin barrels in right after them, wild-eyed and ready for a fight, but freezes when she sees the doctor already sprawled out on the floor.

“Oh…” Robin huffs, chest heaving. “Cool. Glad I sprinted for nothing.”

“We gotta get you out of here,” Dustin says breathlessly, rushing toward you. His face crumples with concern the second he sees you. “Are you okay?”

“Henderson!” Steve blurts out, grinning like an idiot. His head wobbles so much you’re amazed it’s still attached.  “I was just talking about you!” His head lolls back like keeping it upright requires far too much effort.

“I’m getting married,” you announce proudly, blinking slowly like you’re waiting for applause.

"To me! Did you hear that Dustin? She's getting married to me," Steve chimes in, ecstatic, "Wanna be my best man?"

“Nice spot for a proposal, Harrington,” Robin quips as she crouches beside you, fumbling with the ropes around your wrists.

“Right?” Steve slurs, swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane while Dustin struggles with the ropes. “Thought I’d make it memorable. The lighting’s great… Very… ambiance.”

“Oh yeah,” Erica deadpans. “So romantic. Nothing says forever like fluorescent lights and a sweaty Russian torture room.”

Robin snorts as she and Erica hoist you up. The room spins like a carnival ride or maybe you’re spinning, hard to say. Whatever happens next blurs together Robin's frantic voice in your ear, Erica snapping something impatient, Dustin dragging Steve upright and then you’re moving. Fast. The walls blur like smeared paint.

And then suddenly —

“Oh my god!” you squeal as the ground begins to move underneath you. “I love roller coasters!”

“No, no…” Steve grabs your arm like he’s bracing for impact. “Baby, no — this is a rocket ship. We’re going to the MOOOOON!” His hands shoot into the air like he’s leading a parade.

“Wheeeee!” you shriek, tipping sideways into Steve. Your stomach flips, and you giggle uncontrollably as Steve clings to you like an unsteady toddler. His grip is way too tight, but neither of you cares.

“Wait!” you gasp. “What if it’s a space ship and a roller coaster? Like — like we’re on Space Mountain!”

“I’m in Disney World!” Steve hollers triumphantly.

“You’re in an elevator, you morons!” Erica’s voice cuts through your bliss like a slap.

“An el-e-va-tor?” you repeat, awestruck, as if she’s just revealed the secrets of the universe.

“It’s like a metal room,” Steve explains wisely, nodding like a philosopher.

“A metal room that moves,” you whisper, eyes wide.

“You guys are very drugged right now,” Dustin says cautiously like he’s approaching wild animals.

Steve’s face scrunches in indignation. “You can’t tell me how to feel, Henderson.”

The elevator jolts to a sudden stop, and before you can process it, you’re being pulled out of the metal box. You stumble, your legs refusing to cooperate like a newborn giraffe on roller skates. You try to focus, but it’s hard to tell if it’s the spinning or the complete lack of spinning that’s throwing you off.

“Did we make it to the moon?” you whine, squinting around as if you expect to see Neil Armstrong standing next to a flag. “Oh, I sure hope we made it to the moon.” You blink, scanning the blurry shapes around you. “Where are the astronauts?”

“Nope, not the moon,” Steve says with a grin, trying (and failing) to jump in excitement. He immediately loses his balance and crashes into you. “We made it to the next best thing. The mall!”

You stare at him blankly, your thoughts still floating somewhere in zero gravity.

“Come on,” Dustin grumbles, pulling Steve upright with a look of exasperation.

They drag you into the movie theater at the mall, but you come to an abrupt stop as you gaze up at the screen. 

“There’s giants on the moon,” you say, wide-eyed.

“That’s Back to the Future,” Erica groans, shoving you into a seat.

Steve collapses beside you with a thud, sending a slight jolt through your already unsteady frame.

“Ah, time travel. That's nothing. We went to the moon.”

You turn to Steve with a frown. “No Steve, we're at the mall remember? We never made it to the moon.”

Steve looks at you puzzled, “But you just said there were giants on the moon.”

“Now, make sure you are very quiet,” Erica whispers, her voice full of authority.

“I can be so quiet,” you shout, unhelpfully loud.

Erica slaps her hand over your mouth, mumbling something about babysitting being above her pay grade.

“Do not go anywhere,” she orders before stepping away.

“Dustin!” you call over your shoulder, already trying to figure out how to escape. “I want a soft pretzel!”

“Now is not the time,” Dustin says, his annoyance turning into a full-on eye-roll as he marches off to find a seat.

You turn to Steve, who’s looking at the screen with that familiar lost puppy look. “You kind of remind me of Marty McFly,” you whisper conspiratorially.

Steve’s eyes light up, and he looks at you like you just handed him a trophy. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

With strict instructions to stay put, the others head off to find their own seats. For a while, you and Steve do exactly that — sort of.

But soon, your throat feels dry, and your mind latches onto one singular, all-consuming thought: Water.

“Steve,” you whisper, poking his arm. “I’m thirsty.”

“Me too,” he whispers back. “We should go on a quest.”

“Yes! A noble quest!”

The two of you clamber to your feet like a pair of newborn deer. Your steps are slow, exaggerated — sneaky in your minds, but closer to two drunks trying to out-mime each other.

“Shhh,” Steve whispers dramatically as you bump into a row of chairs.

“That wasn’t me,” you insist, blinking at the offending seats like they’ve betrayed you.

Stumbling through the darkened lobby, you finally find a water fountain. Steve leans down to drink first, completelymissing the spout and hitting his chin instead.

“You gotta aim lower, Marty,” you giggle, nearly collapsing against the wall.

“You’re so smart,” Steve slurs proudly, steadying you before attempting another drink. This time he succeeds, turning to you with a victorious smile.

“Your turn,” he says, grinning like he’s just won a gold medal.

You lean in, take a sip — and immediately start giggling again.

“Why’re you laughing?” Steve chuckles.

“Because,” you whisper, pointing to the reflection of the ceiling in the fountain like you’ve cracked some great mystery, “I think we are on the moon.”

Steve follows your gaze, both of you turning to stare up at the glowing neon signs scattered across the mall ceiling. The lights flicker and swirl, colors bleeding together like some psychedelic kaleidoscope.

“Whoa…” Steve murmurs, swaying slightly. “It’s like… the lights are dancing.”

“You see that too?” you ask, eyes wide. “I thought it was just me.”

“Nope. We’re definitely in space,” Steve confirms solemnly, gripping your arm like he’s bracing for zero gravity. “I wonder why they'd tell us we weren't on the moon.”

"The government probably," you react, it at least makes sense in your head.

The lights seem to twist and pulse, and suddenly your stomach lurches. The queasy wave hits hard and fast, like you’ve just stepped off a Tilt-A-Whirl.

“Oh no,” you gag, pressing a hand to your mouth.

“Oh no?” Steve echoes. His eyes widen in panic. “Wait, wait — oh no what?”

“I think I’m gonna—”

“NOPE. Nope, nope, nope!” Steve grabs your arm, but you’re already staggering away, one hand clamped tightly over your mouth.

You half-run, half-stumble toward the bathroom, Steve stumbling behind you like a malfunctioning shadow.

“I’ll hold your hair!” he calls after you, voice far too proud of his noble offer.

You barely make it to the bathroom, shoving the door open and crashing into the nearest stall just in time. Steve follows you inside, hovering uselessly in the doorway.

“You okay?” he asks, voice tense with concern. “Are you—”

A retch interrupts him, and Steve winces in sympathy.

“You’re doing great, babe,” he encourages. “Total pro. Like, Olympic-level puking.”

You groan miserably, forehead pressed to your arm as you try to catch your breath.

“Should I… should I get Robin?” Steve offers.

You shake your head. “No… just… gimme a minute.”

“Okay.” He pauses. “I’ll just… stay here then.”

Steve stays true to his word, sitting loyally on the bathroom floor like some dedicated guardian angel — if guardian angels wore sailor suits and reeked of sweat and drug-induced delirium.

“You okay?” he asks again.

“I think…” You pause, swallowing hard. “I think I’m done.”

“Oh, thank God,” Steve sighs in relief. “’Cause honestly…” He shifts uneasily where he sits. “I’m not feeling too hot myself.”

“You’re not?” you ask, voice still hoarse.

“Nah… but I’m good,” he insists, forcing a grin. “I’m solid. Rock solid. Like a —”

His face blanches mid-sentence.

“Oh no.”

“Oh no?” you echo, eyes widening.

Steve bolts upright like his body’s made of springs and stumbles into the stall next to yours. The sound that follows is absolutely wretched.

“Ohhh my god,” he grunts miserably between heaves.

“You’re doing great, babe,” you call weakly, throwing his earlier words right back at him.

“Don’t — urgh — don’t mock me,” he grumbles.

“I’m not!” you protest. “I’m being supportive!”

“You’re laughing,” Steve accuses, voice gravelly and pitiful.

“Only a little,” you admit.

The two of you sit there for a while, drained and miserable, slumped against the cold tile walls. Eventually, Steve’s hand creeps into your stall, blindly patting around until he finds your ankle. He gives it a weak squeeze, his touch warm even through your jeans.

“Still wanna get married?” he proposes, voice muffled.

“Yeah,” you whisper back, resting your hand on top of his. “As long as our honeymoon isn’t this.”

Steve chuckles breathlessly. “Deal.”

The bathroom smells like a war zone — a mixture of sweat, sickness, and whatever cologne Steve thought was a good idea to drown himself in earlier. He’s still slumped against the wall, his head tipped back as if he’s trying to keep himself from spiraling again.

“So…” you start, your voice hoarse. “Does that mean we’re good?”

He snorts softly, cracking one eye open. “We’ve always been good. I was just… an idiot for 48 hours.” His head thumps lightly against the stall.

Relief swells in your chest, easing something that’s been tangled inside you for days.

“I wanted to explain something to you — that night, when you saw those college flyers? Yeah, they were for out-of-state schools, but… I grabbed them months ago. I already know where I’m going.”

Silence.

Then Steve’s hands reappear beneath the stall, fingers scrambling for something to grip. A second later, he’s dragging himself under the door like some kind of exhausted action hero. He’s pale, sweaty, and his shirt’s twisted awkwardly on his frame — but none of that matters when you see the look in his eyes.

“And?” he holds his breath. His voice wavers like he’s bracing for bad news.

You smile — even bruised, battered, and smelling like death, he’s still the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

“Everyone keeps saying you have to go somewhere big and prestigious to have a real future,” you tell him, voice soft. “But what kind of future would I be working toward if we’re not working toward it together?”

His throat bobs as he swallows hard. “But… you have so many prospects,” he argues, voice shaky. “I don’t want you to give all that up for me and then… I don’t know… regret it later.”

You glance down at his hands, still resting on his lap. Without thinking, you lace your fingers through his, your thumb tracing slow circles across his knuckles, maybe to calm your nerves, or maybe because you can’t imagine not touching him right now.

“Steve,” you say calmly, “I’d be doing it for me. For us. I don’t have a future if you’re not in it.”

A tear escapes before you can stop it, slipping down your cheek.

Steve ducks his head, his hair flopping forward. A few tears spill into his lap, and he sniffles hard. “I felt so lost these past few days,” he mutters. “I didn’t know how to prove myself to you.”

“You didn’t have to,” you say, reaching out to push his hair back from his face. “You’ve been my best friend since we were kids. I know exactly who you are — I knew everything I needed to the night we kissed, and I haven’t looked back since.”

His hand tightens around yours. “I really wanna kiss you right now.” His eyes are warm, so full of love you almost forget how gross you both must look.

“Please don’t,” you say with a chuckle. “We just threw up for half an hour.”

Steve barks out a laugh, louder than you expect, and you can’t help but join him.

“I love you, Steve Harrington,” you declare once your laughter fades. “And I can’t wait to marry you one day.”

“It’ll be the best day of my life,” he whispers, pulling you closer until your head rests against his shoulder.

“Promise me we’ll never get kidnapped by Russians again,” you mumble sleepily.

“Scout’s honor,” Steve says, wrapping an arm around you. “I think I’ve had enough Russian drama to last a lifetime.”

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Little Stevie's In Love - Steve Harrington

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Steve's POV

"Hey, Steve."

I looked over my shoulder to see Y/N, my neighbor, jogging toward me. Y/N was one of those people who others didn't realize how wonderful she was. Sure, she was quiet and a little shy. But if she really knows you, she's completely open.

I once asked her why she was shy around the other kids at school, but normal around me. She shrugged and said there was no reason to open up to a bunch of fake people. She said I wasn't fake, but the truth was, I am. Only she knows the real me.

"What's up, Y/N?" I asked as I shoved my hands into my back pockets. I smiled when she started to nervously ramble.

"I was wondering if you could do me a favor," she started. "Well, you wouldn't be doing the favor, per se. It would just be lending me something. I know this is precious to you and. . ."

"Y/N," I laughed as I gently cut her off. "What do you need?"

"I was wondering if I could borrow your car to take my parents to the airport tomorrow."

"Of course," I said, but she continued to ramble.

"I know that a car is a guy's, like, sacred place and your geeky neighbor taking her parents to the airport in it is not exactly what it's supposed to be for but. . ."

"Y/N," I cut her off as I gently grabbed her arm. She instantly bit her bottom lip–a habit she's always had. "First of all, breathe. Second, you are not a geek."

"I'm a theater weirdo," she interrupted.

"You've stared in every play our school's put on since freshman year," I laughed as I forced myself to let her go. "That doesn't make you a 'weirdo'. That makes you awesome."

We stared at each other for a few beats of silence before I cleared my throat. "And third, of course, you can borrow my car. You're about the only person I let drive it, other than me."

"Thank you so much," she sighed, relieved. "You just saved the day."

I blushed when she jumped up and kissed my cheek. I cleared my throat as she walked away.

"Glad I could help," I mumbled long after she left.

* * * * *

I was walking to my car when I heard Y/N's voice call out my name. I turned around to see her jogging toward me. The second she got to me, she jumped into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Y/N," I said in a sing-songy. "Are you okay? Did the theater kids join the potheads during lunch today?"

"What?" She giggled as she let go of me. "No, I didn't smoke anything with the potheads at lunch. That crap ruins my vocal cords."

"Then what made you so cheery?" I teased.

"I just wanted to say thank you for letting me borrow your car," she said, her voice serious.

"It was just a car," I chuckled. "Not like I gave you a kidney or something."

"I know," she shrugged, her face burning red. "But still, it meant a lot. To me and my parents."

"Really?" I couldn't help but stutter.

"Yeah," she smiled. "My mom about swooned when she heard that you had lent me your car. My dad was impressed you trust me with it."

"It's just a car," I repeated. "I really didn't care about it that much."

"Still," Y/N giggled. "It meant a lot to me. Thanks again, Steve."

She grabbed my elbow and squeezed it before walking toward her locker. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I watched as she walked away. I watched as she opened her locker. I watched as she grabbed her calculus textbook.

"Who was that?" Tommy asked in his annoyingly over-confident, ridiculously insulting voice.

"My neighbor," I said without thinking about it.

"Oh! She's that theater girl," Carol scoffed. "The one who's in like everything this school does."

"She's okay I guess," Tommy shrugged. "It's not much fun to watch her, if you know what I mean."

"We always know what you mean," Carol sighed. I turned toward them, my anger boiling.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" I scoffed.

I grabbed my backpack and walked away. I started to leave but stopped when I saw Y/N walking to her math class. I glanced over my shoulder to see Tommy and Carol had already moved on.

"Hey, Y/N!" I called out to her before I could talk myself out of it. She turned around and sent me a smile that made my heart jump into my throat.

"Hey," she said with a small laugh as I jogged over to her. "Is everything okay, Steve?"

"Yeah," I said, slightly caught off guard by her worry. "I just. . . I was wondering if you'd be willing to help me study for the Geometry test I have on Friday. I know you took Geometry in like sixth grade and it comes extremely easy to you, but I could really use your help."

"I'm sorry, Steve, but I can't tonight," she said, her smile dropping. I tried but failed to not look as disappointed as I felt. "I can help you tomorrow," she said quickly. "I know that's the day before your test but it's better late than never."

"Tomorrow works," I smiled, my mood instantly improving. "What do you have going on tonight?"

"Well," she sighed, "my partner for the Government test hasn't done a single thing on our project, so now I have to stay up late tonight and finish everything. Our presentation is tomorrow."

"That sucks," I scoffed. "Want me to kick his ass?"

"No," she laughed, "thanks though. I'll keep the offer in case we get anything lower than a B."

"Just say the word," I winked at her. I filled with pride when my wink made her blush.

"So tomorrow night?" She asked, refocusing the conversation.

"Perfect," I smiled. "Do you want to come to my place or. . ."

"Your place is fine," she shrugged when I didn't continue.

"Great. My place, tomorrow night."

"Seven?"

"Or earlier," I stuttered. "I could order a pizza or something?"

"You don't have to," she started to say.

"I don't mind," I said quickly. "You're giving up your Thursday night to help me study. The least I can do is buy you dinner."

I held my breath when I realized that sounded like a date. I didn't mind the idea of going on a date with her, but I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.

"How about I meet you at your place at six?" She suggested, her smile making my entire body feel weird.

"Perfect."

* * * * *

At the end of the day, I was driving Carol and Tommy home. The entire drive, I thought about the study session I had with Y/N tomorrow night. I have been weirdly nervous ever since she agreed to come over and help me.

"Can I ask you a question?" Carol asked, her voice instantly interrupting me mentally cleaning my room.

"What?" I deadpanned.

"What's the deal with you and Y/N?"

"She's my neighbor," I stuttered, my nerves jumping.

"You've said that," she scoffed. "Are you. . ."

"Don't tell me you have feelings for that girl," Tommy scoffed.

"No way!" Carol giggled.

"So what if I like her?" I asked harshly. "She's down to earth and funny and smart and sweet and beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Not to mention the fact that she's real."

"You don't just like her," Carol said in a nasally voice. "Little Stevie's in love."

"Bullshit," Tommy immediately scoffed. "Steve Harrington wouldn't be with a weirdo like that stage freak."

I couldn't help but slam on my brakes a little too hard.

"Y/N's not a weirdo," I said harshly as I held the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white.

"You can't be serious," Tommy laughed. "You can't possibly have feelings for her. You're Steve "the Hair" Harrington. She's a nobody."

"Get out," I said through my teeth.

"But. . ."

I turned toward Tommy, unable to soften my glare.

"Out."

Tommy mumbled something under his breath as he got out of the car, but I didn't care. My anger was more focused on how they talked about Y/N. They didn't know her like I do. The only reason they knew her name was because of me.

Part of me wished I'd never become friends with Tommy and Carol. And instead, I wish I had gotten closer to Y/N.

I jumped, being pulled out of my thoughts when someone knocked on my window. I sighed angrily when I saw Carol watching me. I clenched my jaw as I rolled my windows down.

"What?"

"Easy, Frosty," she chuckled. "I just wanted to say. . . You know Y/N better than Tommy and I, so if you like her, you should do something about it."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice softening.

"Tell her, dumbass."

I thought about what Carol said for the rest of my drive home. When I pulled into the driveway, I instantly looked over at Y/N's house. I couldn't see her room from the front of her house. I had a perfect view of it from my room though. It took everything in me sometimes not to look at her window. I was also more aware of when I left my blinds open.

I headed inside and instantly went into my room. As I threw my backpack onto my bed, my heart jumped into my throat when I saw Y/N sitting at her desk by her window.

I smiled when I remembered that she was working on her Government project tonight. Instead of completing my homework or studying for my math test, I watched Y/N work on her project.

* * * * *

I was distracted all day on Thursday. I forced myself to refocus when Y/N showed up on my doorstep at the agreed-upon time. We ate pizza at the kitchen table as Y/N helped me through the formulas our test was on.

I was overly aware of how close Y/N and I were sitting all night long. When she left, I couldn't sleep. The only thing I could do was go back through the events of the night in my head as I kept my eyes on Y/N's closed window.

Friday morning, I walked into school feeling way more confident about my math test than normal. And it was all thanks to Y/N. She was at my house for three hours helping me study.

I was on my way to math when I noticed someone waiting outside the classroom.

"Y/N," I said as I walked over to her. "What are you doing here? Don't you have English right now?"

"I do," she said slowly, clearly surprised that I knew her schedule. "I just wanted to wish you good luck on your test. And I wanted to make sure you knew that you can do it. I believe in you, Steve."

"Thank you," I said with absolutely no sarcasm in my voice. "Really, Y/N. Thanks for giving up your Thursday night to help me study."

"Of course," she shrugged. "Besides, it's not like I had anything better to do."

I cut her off by grabbing her hand and pulling her into my chest. Before I could wimp out, I leaned down and delicately pressed my lips to hers. I felt her gasp against my lips, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she snaked her arms up my chest and wrapped them around me as she kissed me back.

I broke the kiss long before I had wanted to. I leaned back and we instantly stared into each other's eyes.

"Wow," she whispered. "Steve, I'm a little. . . Confused."

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "It's just. . . The thing is. . . Over the last few. . ."

"Steve?" She gently cut off my nervous stuttering.

"I have feelings for you, Y/N," I blurted out.

"You do?"

"Of course, I do."

I laughed when Y/N jumped up and pressed her lips back to mine. I didn't hesitate to kiss her back. She broke the kiss, her face bright pink.

"We should. . . I should get to class," she said, her voice soft. "Plus, you have your test to ace."

"I wouldn't be so confident in me," I chuckled. "We'll be lucky if I pass."

"Hey," she said firmly yet gently. "I know you can do this, Steve. You're a lot smarter than you think you are."

I felt like someone was blasting the heater as I stared into Y/N's eyes.

"What?" She asked when she saw the look on my face.

"That," I whispered. "That, right there, is why I'm crazy about you."

"I'm crazy about you too, Steve."

"How about this," I said, tightening my arms around her, "after I pass this test, I will take you out to dinner to celebrate."

"Dinner?" She asked, her face bright pink.

"Our first date," I smiled. Y/N giggled as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Six o'clock?"

"I'll pick you up," I said, lowering my voice. "And I won't be even a second late."

Y/N stood on her toes and pressed her lips to mine. When she broke the kiss, she slowly lowered back down.

"I'm gonna hold you to that," she whispered. "Now, get in there and go ace that test."

[joekeeryswife]

joe keery has such strong dad energy, especially in recent photos from italy. can you write about joe traveling in italy with you and your baby daughter? i just know he’d be the type to wear his kid around and splash in the water with her, and fall asleep in the sun with her on his chest, and feed her little bites of pasta. with you, he’d make sure that your vacation was relaxing and that you felt treated like a goddess. insecure about wearing a bikini? joe can’t stop blushing when he looks at you in it even if you’ve been married for years. while the baby is napping, he massages your feet and cuddles with you. in turn, you set up reservations at his favorite restaurants and plan manageable but gorgeous walks around the city. idk man just dad!joe on vacation

Italy - j.k

a/n: hello angels. how have you all been? i’m so sorry i’ve been MIA lately but i’m back and better than ever! this request is adorable! let’s get into the imagine. it’s not proof read so please bare with me if this is shit lmfao, im still trying to get back into the swing of writing, i also can never seem to figure out how to end my imagines so if anyone has any tips please LMK!! for the ending the outfits are in the little collage🫧

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“baby come on we wanna get to the pool, what’s taking you so long-” Joe barged into the bathroom without knocking making you jump out of your skin. after having your daughter Florence a year and a half ago you had been insecure about your new body.

you were curvier then before, had a few stretch marks scattered all over your body which had faded but in your eyes they were so visible. you just didn’t feel like yourself and with this being your first holiday since having her, you were nervous.

nervous that you didn’t look as good as you did before, nervous that you were gonna get papped and people online would say awful things about you, nervous people were gonna stare.

but to Joe, the sweetest man ever thought you’d never looked better. you had carried a whole human for 9 months and you looked incredible. “Joe, you scared me” you placed a hand on your chest and turned to look at him.

Joe looked at you, eyes darting across your body, seeing you in a bikini for the first time in over a year made him feel tingly. his face heated up “you look beautiful baby, jesus christ you’re gorgeous” he saw your eyes light up slightly.

Florence was in her playpen which you had brought along to keep her occupied, Joe had made sure she was safe before coming to look for you. even after five years of being together and three years of marriage, just looking at you made Joe feel giddy. he was so lucky to have you in his life.

you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he couldn’t ever get over your beauty. Joe knew what you were doing in the bathroom, he had caught you one too many times and he hated that you felt insecure.

he walked toward you and pulled you into him “my pretty girl” he kissed your head as he hugged you closer. “you’ve never looked so beautiful” you smiled shyly. there was something about Joe, he always knew how to make you feel beautiful. he had a special way with words.

“come on, don’t want to keep you and flo waiting any longer” you said as you pulled yourself away from the hug. he ran back to Florence who squealed when she saw her dad, the two of them were best friends and although it made you jealous their relationship was your favourite thing ever.

seeing the two of them bonding was the most adorable thing in the entire world. even when she was in the womb he would spend hours and hours speaking to your bump with her kicking you in response. “my angel, let’s go. mama is almost ready” you heard him say as he picked Florence up out of the playpen, she squealed in delight as he did.

-♡-

the three of you were lounging around the pool, Italy was boiling hot and luckily the hotel you were staying at had a kids pool and an adult pool. Florence was a baby who loved the water, she never cried when having a bath, if anything she enjoyed it.

splashing around with her toys was her favourite thing to do. she loved your pool that you had back home, every time it was hot Joe would take her into the pool. your friends kids were a bit older than Florence and she loved watching them play in the pool too.

as soon as you and Joe got situated on your sun loungers he grabbed Florence and walked straight to the kid section which was thankfully right in front of you. you watched Florence splash the pool water with her toys, the biggest smile on her face.

Joe was sat opposite her with the exact same expression on his face. it was honestly scary how much Florence looked like him. they had practically all the same features except she had your eyes, she was a carbon copy of him.

aside from the fact that Florence and Joe where best friends and looked exactly like each other the worst of it all was when Florence said her first word which was of course ‘dada’. you had prayed that she said ‘mama’ first but nope. it wasn’t like it actually hurt your feelings, your daughter had days where you were the favourite parent and it made you tear up when she finally did say ‘mama’ for the first time.

Joe and Florence had only been sat in the kid pool for thirty minutes before his back started hurting but the look on his daughters face made it all worth it. other than you, Florence was the best thing to ever happen to him. before her, he didn’t really care about being a dad. it wasn’t something he had ever thought about. but that sunny Friday afternoon, the day you told him, showed him the positive test, he never thought he could love someone as much as he loved her.

“dada” Florence said as she looked up at him and lifted up a purple octopus for him to take. “oh thank you angel” he took the toy from her small hand. Joe watched Florence with the softest smile, she was the most adorable thing ever and he couldn’t get over the fact that you guys had made something so beautiful. Florence paused playing with her toys and yawned. Joe knew exactly what that meant, she only yawned when she needed a nap, it sounded odd because everyone yawns but the little eye rub after her yawn made it obvious. she was tired.

after waking up early (6:37am to be exact but who was checking? definitely not Joe) eating breakfast and all this playing in the pool, the girl had worn herself out. “come on sweetheart, you look like you’re about to fall asleep” Joe said as he stood up, picking up her few toys and shoving them in her pockets and then bending down to pick her up. she had her small arms lifted in the air, her eyes squinting as she looked up at Joe.

he picked her up and made his way back over to you. you where laying on the sun lounger now reading a book with your airpods in. you noticed Joe walking back with Florence hugging him tightly. you took one airpod out and smiled at the two of them. “you okay?” you asked, sitting up. Joe picked up the towel that was on his sun lounger and wrapped it around both him and Florence. “yeah, she just got tired. i mean, it’s around the time she usually has a nap isn’t it?” you looked at the time in your phone and nodded. “yeah, she’s actually stayed awake a lot longer then i thought she would��

Joe sat laid down on the sun lounger, making sure Florence was comfortable before he started running his hand up and down her back and through her hair. it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, her breathing slowed and she was completely relaxed against him so you went back to your book, letting the two of them have their moment.

it was about 10 minutes after Joe and Florence had sat down and the soft snores was the only thing you could hear from the two of them, it didn’t take long for Joe to fall asleep. he was just as tired as Florence was. you turned your attention to the two of them and felt your heart melt. your two favourite people in your company were the moments you treasured the most.

-♡-

“come on Joe i know it takes ten hours to do your hair but we are gonna be late” you said jokingly as you picked up Florence who was dressed in a white dress with the cutest sandals you’d ever seen, it was the last night in Italy before you went home tomorrow night and you wanted to do something special for Joe. he had planned this whole trip for you, knowing you needed a break from your town and the paparazzi (it’s not like you hit a break from that because they followed you everywhere!).

he needed to be appreciated just as much as he appreciated you and sometimes you struggled to do that with Florence. you weren’t saying that you didn’t love being a mum because you did, however sometimes you and Joe hardly spoke to each other because you were so focused on her.

“i’m coming honey, sorry” he came out of the bathroom with his hair perfectly styled, per usual, and he was wearing a comfortable but smart outfit. black jeans, blue t-shirt, let’s just say he looked perfect. he sat on the bed and put on his trainers and started doing the laces up, he stood up and kissed you on the cheek “you look beautiful baby” you smiled and thanked him with a a passionate kiss.

“and look at my angel” he took Florence out of your arms gently “you look perfect my sweet girl” he kissed her cheek a few times which made her squeal and hide her face in his neck. “right, let’s go, we can’t be late for whatever your mama’s planned can we?” you had seen a a popular restaurant all over social media which about fifteen minute walk from the hotel you were staying at which you also remembered was Joe’s favourite. he had been to Italy a few times and had always gone there with his friends and you had told him a few months ago when planning this trip that you couldn’t get a reservation which he was actually a little upset about. you and him hadn’t ever been there together and he wanted to take you there because he knew you’d love it. it was a surprise for him that you actually did get one. it wasn’t the best surprise out there but you knew it would mean something to him.

as the two of you walked hand in hand, Joe had Florence on his shoulders laughing as her dad played around with her. after about twenty minutes (due to Joe messing about) you guys approached the small town where the restaurant was and Joe’s eyes lit up, he could see the restaurant sign and turned his head to look at you.

“are we going in there?” he squeezed your hand slightly as his body filled with excitement. “yeah, i got us a reservation and wanted to surprise you. it’s not a huge thing but i knew you would like it” his heart melted, that’s one thing he loved most about you. always remembering the little things he had said and trying your best to get those things sorted. he had said about going here ages ago and honestly he had forgotten about it but you, you didn’t and you made sure you got one.

“aww honey, that’s so sweet of you” he let go of your hand and pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your waist. he kissed your cheek softly as the two of you continued walking towards the busy looking restaurant.

once sat inside the restaurant you sat opposite Joe with Florence in a high chair at the end next to both of you. she was babbling away in her own little language. Joe replied to everything she said as if he knew what she was saying but it made her happy, she had a smile on her face showing her four small teeth. “last night in Italy. is it bad that i want to live here forever?” Joe said as he turned his attention back to you.

you shook your head “no, it’s beautiful here” you smiled, if you could move to Italy you would, the houses were beautiful, the people were lovely, the views were gorgeous, so what was stopping you?. “maybe we could move here. i mean, not now obviously but sometime in the future we could” Joe said as he ran a hand through his hair.

“also just changing the subject, i really appreciate you doing this for us” he started but you rolled your eyes jokingly “Joe, all i did was make a reservation it’s not that big of a deal” you laughed but he took ahold of your hand and looked at you “it is to me. you went out if your way to get us in here and that’s just a small piece of what you do for us. you take care of flo when i’m away working which fucking kills me but you keep it together, make sure she’s okay and even make sure i’m okay and i’m not even there before you make sure you’re alright yourself. when we are at home together the only time we see each other is when we are in bed and at that point one of us is usually asleep. i know you miss up our date nights and even just being together in general” he was stroking your hand gently as he spoke.

“this vacation has been the best thing for us because we’ve actually spent time together which we rarely do. we have completely different schedules so i know it’s hard but after this movie is over i’m taking a break and i’m going to focus on you and flo. you’re my main priority and i need to spend time with you.” he kissed your hand and smiled.

“we do need to spend more time together and i do miss our dates, they were my favourite” his smile softened and his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. “i know, so that’s what we are doing. i’ll get someone to look after Florence and we will do something together” with happy your heart melting you leaned over the table enough to kiss him. you could feel him smile into the kiss which you always loved him doing, you didn’t know why, you just did.

“i love you” you said as you pulled away to sit back down “i love you more” you felt your cheeks heat up. you heard a small whine from the little lady who was sat next to you which made you both turn to look at her. she had the smallest frown on her face which made both you a Joe laugh “and we couldn’t forget our favourite girl” he said pulling her out of her high chair and placing her on his lap, smothering her with small kisses which made her giggle, making your heart melt at the sight. your favourite people in the world.

[harringtons-cupid]

Hi I was wondering if your taking any requests at the moment if so I was wondering if you could do a Joe keery smut imagine based on the photo of him in Italy smacking the girls butt and when they get to the rocks or even on the boat smut happens and it's mostly kinky (like him having his hand lightly around readers throat) but romantic parts like him saying sweet things afterwards

Thank you for the request, I’m sorry it’s about a year late 🫣

Smut: Cunnilingus, doggystyle sex , missionary sex, standing sex, dirty talk. Cum eating. Blowjob. Choking. Arse spanking.

Fluff: Kissing, hand holding, aftercare. Sea Swimming. Private boat event.

It was hot, very hot. You were in a tight black bikini, your hair tied into a tight bun. Since Joe had invited you to Italy, it had been a whirlwind.

Subtle touches and glances at the restaurant but nothing more, you were slightly nervous to be around him.

The paparazzi followed him everywhere, you weren’t sure if he hated it or not. Several times, he had pulled you into a side alleyway to hide from them.

It might have been the heat but you needed him on you, to kiss him.

So when he organised a small private boat ride for the two of you, you squealed with delight.

Packing a few things in your handbag before meeting him out front, he had a white shirt on with shorts. His sunglasses were resting on his head.

He raised his eyebrows at you once with a smirk before opening the car door.

“Looking good” he whispered as you passed him.

Blushing intensely, you climbed into the passenger seat. A tight striped dress clung to your body, the car was hot as he climbed in next to you.

The drive was silent, staring out at the views flying past you. You wanted to touch his hand on the gearstick but didn’t.

When you arrived at the port, Joe took care of percuring the boat. Before leading you to the end of the dock, a small white boat bobbed in the water.

He helped you onto the boat before jumping on himself, it roared to life from a turn of a key.

Joe was good at driving the boat, you sat facing the sea as his eyes flicked between you and the sea.

He drove the boat until you were far enough out to have peace and quiet. It rocked against the waves, the sun bore down onto you both.

Within seconds, he already whipped his shirt off and had readied himself for jumping in.

You squealed as water sprayed your dress, not feeling completely ready. You just watched him swim in circles until he held out his hand.

“Come in, it’s very nice” he grinned up at you, his hair was wet and stuck to his face.

He was so pretty, you couldn’t say no to him.

Nodding reluctantly, you stripped into your bikini before balancing on the edge of the boat.

Joe moved further away so that you had space to jump in, keeping his eyes on you as you lifted off the boat.

The water was freezing as your body landed in the water, squealing loudly at the temperature difference.

You could hear him laughing as you rose to the surface, the water was very clear.

He swam over to you, grinning at you. Your bodies were inches away from each other, panting heavily as you both treaded in the water.

You both stayed in the water until you grew tired and climbed onto the side ladder of the boat. He hovered behind you and as you bent over to land onto the boat, he spanked your ass.

Gasping, you turned to face him where you caught him wink at you. Blushing and biting down a smile, you laid down on the boat.

He joined you not long after, the sun blazing down on you both. Sea water clung to your bodies, his eyes kept grazing over to you.

“So did you fancy going for some food?” He leant over towards you.

You could see his eyes burning into you through his sunglasses, your chest fluttered from the interaction.

“Shall we go back now then?” You smiled at him sweetly.

“That sounds nice” he nodded, jumping to his feet. He extended his hand out for you to take.

You wobbled into his body, catching your breath from the close contact. His hand touched your face to wipe a strand of hair off your skin.

Your faces inches apart, your eyelashes fluttered from his touch. You really wanted to kiss him.

And to your surprise, he did.

His lips were soft against yours as the sun bore down against your back, moving seamlessly together.

You felt yourself grow more and more heated with every kiss, pushing yourself closer to his body.

“God I’ve wanted to kiss from the moment I saw you” he mumbled against your lips.

He kissed you harder, his hand trailed up your body before reaching your throat.

“Please” you said, even though he hadn’t asked a question.

It was both on your minds, so he did.

Hard, increasing the throbbing between your legs as he kissed you.

He stopped squeezing you and his hand moved between your legs and his thumb found your clit.

Moving in circular motions as he continued to kiss you, it felt good. Moaning against his lips, as you panted more and more.

You didn’t realise how turned on you were, his hand suddenly stopped moving and with one swift motion. The black bikini bottoms were lying on the floor of the boat and he dropped to his knees.

His lips met your clit and you moaned loudly, grinding your hips against his tongue aggressively.

It was the sexiest thing you had ever done.

Off the coast of Italy, Joe Keery ate your pussy until you squirted.

He ate every last bit off your pussy, leaning forward and kissing you. Making sure that you tasted yourself on him.

Lifting you up, he carried you onto the benched area of the boat. Placing you down, spreading your legs and you stared up at him.

Catching your breath as he dropped his shorts, his cock was throbbing. You could see that.

Not even stopping for a moment, you pulled him closer to you. His cock was hovering over your stomach, your eyes burning into him.

His thumb circled your clit as he began to slide inside you, gasping as he did.

“Fuck” he mumbled, his chest heavy on top of you.

His cock was going hard and slow inside you, hitting your soft spot. Your wetness spiling out onto his cock, making it easier for him to fuck you.

He whimpered into your neck as he gripped onto your back, he lifted you up again. Holding you in his arms before turning around and pressing you against the mast.

It was hot against your skin but you didn’t care, his cock was deeper inside you.

You were able to bounce using his arms for support on his cock, both of you moaned loudly.

“You are so pretty whilst bouncing on my cock” he panted, kissing your neck roughly.

You continued in that position until his legs began to shake, he carried you over to the wheel.

He removed himself for a second,

“Bend over there baby” he groaned, watching you bend over for him.

He thrusted hard inside you as you stared out to the sea, gripping onto the wheel for support.

“Ugh, you feel so so good” he moaned.

His hand spanked your ass as he pounded into you, the boat rocked from your movements.

The only sounds were your moans echoing across the boat but you didn’t care, it felt good to have his cock inside you.

“Can I touch my clit” you whined, dying for extra friction.

“Please do, I want you to cum on my cock” he groaned as he leant backwards to thrust into you.

You whimpered as you began to play with your clit in fast movements as you ground yourself back onto his cock.

“That’s it, such a pretty girl” he cooed at you.

His cock twitched inside you, growing closer to his orgasm. As your body shivered, your clit was sensitive with every movement.

“I’m so close” he whined, gripping onto your thighs to pound you into him.

You needed him to cum more than anything.

He pulled out quickly but it gave you enough time to turn around and open your mouth.

On your knees as you played with clit, his eyes rolled back as he came hard.

Emptying himself into your mouth, he looked down at you as you swallowed.

“You did so well baby” he leant down and kissed you.

Taking you into his arms on the floor of the boat as his hand slid down between your legs. Replacing his hand that was once yours on your clit.

You closed your eyes as he touched you, kissing you passionately as he coached you through your second orgasm.

“Such a good girl, cumming for me” he cooed at you.

“Thank you, thank you” you said against his lips.

You came hard against his fingers, your bodies were intertwined together. It somehow felt romantic.

Both laid there for a couple of moments, breathing in the last of the sea air. Before he helped you up, your legs wobbled against the boat.

As he sat at the wheel for the boat, he placed you on top of his lap for support.

It was comforting, you enjoyed the day with him.

He was different than you’d ever thought he would be.

Once on land, he booked a restaurant for lunch and took you to his hotel room. Paying for the cancellation of your room and place you in the shower.

Washing each other, kissing and touching underneath the water before he helped you get changed.

Every chance the paparazzi got, the cameras flashed but his hands were on yours.

He didn’t care and neither did you.

Joe Keery wanted you and he wanted the world to know.

[whoisshel]

The Man and His Girls

apart of what do i call you series

summary: steve has worries about becoming a dad .reader and steve find out the gender of their baby.

You were preparing for a big day by relaxing on the couch watching TV and snacking on Cheez-Its. Steve was preparing by putting the crib together, or more like attempting to put the crib together. Steve was doing this five months early to keep his mind off the news they were going to find out today. 

After struggling to shorten the list of baby names, the two decided to make an appointment to find out the gender of their baby. The two didn’t want to know the gender at first, a week later they couldn’t wait any longer. Luckily, they didn’t have to wait too long for an appointment that would take a lot of stress off of them.

“Babe!” Steve yelled from their soon-to-be baby’s room.

With a mouth full, you shouted back, “Yeah?”

“Can you come here?”

You put your snack aside, taking a few minutes to stand up with your now five-month belly in the way. Once you finally made it to your feet, you wiped the crumbs off your stomach and walked to where Steve was.

Stopping in the doorway, you took a moment to watch Steve struggle as he tried to put two pieces together that didn’t seem to work.

“Why don’t you just ask Dustin for help,” Steve whipped his head your way not realizing you had arrived, “He’s really good at building stuff, or Eddie whose job it is to build things.”

“I don’t need them gloating about building my baby’s crib when it’s the Dad of the baby’s job to build their stuff.” Steve said solemnly, trying to focus on the pieces again, “All I need is just some help with the instructions.”

“Okay,” You nodded, not wanting to upset him more.

For the past week, Steve has been becoming easily upset when the topic of being a dad has come up. Just yesterday, you both were getting paint samples for the baby’s room when you saw a dad and his young son shopping together. You pointed out their matching overalls to Steve, and he immediately became upset.

You were becoming worried that he no longer wanted to become a father and was going to leave you and your unborn baby. You’ve tried to ask him what’s been upsetting him, but he just blows off the conversation. This time you were finally going to get it out of him.

“Help me down, please?” You stretched your hands out, wiggling your fingers.

Steve pushed aside what he was working on to get to his knees. Grabbing a hold of your hand, Steve slowly helps you sit on the rug-covered floor. Once you were as comfortable as you could get sitting criss-cross, Steve sat back where he was before, handing you the instructions.

Instead of reading the instructions to Steve, you folded the paper up and set it on the floor in front of you.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked, chuckling.

“Before we get started, I think we need to talk about what’s been going on with you.”

“What do you mean?” Steve feigned confusion, “Nothing's been going on with me.”

“Oh, really?” You crossed your arms, “Then why is it that anytime the topic of dads and becoming a dad comes up, you completely shut down.”

“That’s not- I don’t shut down.” Steve fiddled with the piece of wood in front of him as he tried to avoid eye contact.

Choking up, you finally asked the question that's been on your mind, “Do you not want to be a dad anymore, because it’s a bit late for that.”

“What?” Steve was shocked by the question, “No! No, I mean, yes, I still want to be a dad. Wh-where is this coming from?”

A small sigh of relief left your body, but it was quickly replaced with anger, “What do you mean “where is this coming from”? Like I said, you’ve been shutting down, it seemed like you were always waiting for the right moment to tell me you were leaving.”

By now, tears were rushing down your face and your breathing had quickened.

“No, no, no” Steve crawled the short distance to you and wrapped you in a hug, “I’m not going anywhere. Ever!”

“Then what’s been going on?”

Steve leaned back on his heels, wiping the tears from your face.

“You know how last week we were going to get groceries but you weren’t feeling good so I went alone?” You nodded, squeezing his hand for him to continue, “Well, when I was at the store, I ran into Tommy.”

“Tommy? Your douchebag friend from High School?”

“Not really my friend, but yes, him.” Steve clarified, “Anyway, when he saw me, he just started calling me all these names, and saying what a bad father I’m going to be because I’m not man enough?”

“Man enough? How are you not “man enough”?” You used air quotes to show how ridiculous that phrase is.

“Because… because you make all the money and I stay home to do the cooking and cleaning.”

“What?” You were saddened that Steve thought this way, “I know this isn’t a normal situation we’re in but I thought you were fine with it.”

“I am, I love it!”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“He also made the comment that I better have a girl because I’d never be able to raise a man.

Steve never really cared about this before, so you didn’t understand why he did now. You tried your best to comfort him but he seemed like he needed some tough love to get him out of this funk.

You grabbed onto his cheeks, bringing him close, “Steve, who the fuck cares.”

“Huh?” Shocked, Steve pulled back causing you to drop your hands.

“Who the fuck cares if you’re not “man enough” and who the fuck cares what Tommy has to say. He has three kids that he never sees, he’s the one who’s not a man. You’re the one who’s always going to be there to take care of your family because you are man enough to step up and stay home while I get to pursue my dream job. And if we want to be technical about it, just because you aren’t great at building things doesn’t mean you’re any less of a man. Will I be a bad mom because I suck at cooking and won’t be able to teach our daughter how to cook?”

“No!” Steve was now psyched up along with you, “You’re going to be a great mom!”

“And you’re going to be a great dad who’s going to teach our sons and daughters how to be amazing at whatever sports they want to play and cook their favorite meals.”

Sons and daughters?” Steve asked, blowing over the rest of what you just said, “Like six of them?”

“I was thinking more like for of them unless you want to push out the last two.”

“Four it is!” Steve leans over giving you a big kiss.

“Now help me up. We’ve got an appointment to get to.” You once again reached your hands out.

————————-

“Alright, are you two sure you want to know the gender?” The ultrasound tech asked.

“Yes!” Both you and Steve answered excitedly.

“Okay,” She chuckled, turning back to the screen that showed your baby, “Looks like you’re having a girl.”

“A girl!” You cheered, looking over at Steve who had tears in his eyes, “Are you alright?”

“It’s a girl.” Steve gently whispered, not taking his eyes off the monitor.

“Yeah,” You said, in the same soft tone, “Now we can get rid of half the names on the baby name list.”

[l0vergirlwrites]

hold steady ; steve harrington

synopsis: life has hit you hard since the events of spring break. but the softness of steve reminds you that you’re not alone, & that you shouldn’t be ashamed for how you’re handling everything.

warnings: post-season 4 setting, descriptions of grief & guilt, mental health issues & trauma, written with fem!reader in mind (but can apply to other identities too)

wrote this while listening to role model’s song “so far gone” feat. lizzy mcalpine!

you’re being dramatic you internally told yourself in the mirror, trying to make yourself believe the statement so you’d calm down.

you weren’t sure what time it was. the house was quiet, aside from the soft hum of the cold air passing through the vents. you tried making the sound of it louder in your head in hopes it’d ground you. but it wasn’t working.

so, you continued to stand in the bathroom with the nightlight plugged into the wall, staring at yourself in the mirror’s reflection. you couldn’t get over how different you looked now in comparison to who you were before spring break. something inside you seemed to have died a bit more than last summer, & you could tell from whatever aura you were emitting.

you had originally came here to wash your face after one of your bad dreams; to remind yourself that you’re in the present, you’re safe (for now), & that the past can’t hurt you anymore—at least that’s what your therapist wants you to do, but it doesn’t help as much as you wished it would. you just hoped the sound of the sink running wouldn’t have woken up steve.

he’s been in a bad place like you, despite how hard he’s working to help rebuild hawkins. with soup kitchens, garage & yard sales, donation boxes littered at every street corner, & community programs that have emerged since the town was practically ripped apart, steve’s been doing what he can to help.

you know steve’s got good heart, so you weren’t surprised with how involved he’s been. but you also know how his tiredness has been eating him alive, interfering with his sleep & energy whenever he’s home. tonight was the first night he feel asleep at before midnight, & you didn’t want to disrupt his r.e.m. cycle.

so, if crying in the bathroom while clutching the counter meant that steve could continue sleeping without any interruptions, you’d do it.

luckily, most of your crying was silent except when the occasional hiccup or whimper escaped your lips. you tried keeping it together, but it was hard. the weight in your chest was excruciating, but you’ve been through this many times before, so you knew you could handle it.

you just needed to hold onto the counter tighter to stay upright & it would pass, right?

moments later, when another shaky breath was exhaled, you could hear a door creak open from the hallway, footsteps padding slowly along the soft cream carpet flooring, getting closer to where you were.

you heard a groggy voice call your name from behind the bathroom door in search of you.

you tried staying quiet, hoping he’d just go back to bed because you didn’t want to talk about it, but you knew he wouldn’t. steve insisted he slept better with you beside him.

“are you in there?” he asked, bending two fingers to knock softly on the wooden door.

you closed your eyes shut, feeling the weight on your chest pang heavier. “i-i’ll be back in a minute” you said as clear as you could, but the strain in your voice wasn’t convincing.

steve knew you, & sometimes you hated it.

“can i… can i come in?” he hesitated, afraid of scaring you away.

you didn’t have to say anything because you knew he’d come in aways, soon finding you with your head hung low & knuckles white from your grip on the counter.

he didn’t have to say anything either as he came closer, his warm touch infiltrating your space as you felt his chest press into your spine, head nuzzling into your shoulder while his arms wrapped around your stomach. the feeling of him made you choke out a sob.

you felt like you didn’t deserve his sweetness, but your brain was lying to you.

“you don’t have to do this alone. unless you want to” he mumbled into your shoulder, treading carefully because he knew your pain all too well. it’s a hard thing to navigate & he doesn’t want you to feel cornered.

you shivered, tensing up again until you reminded yourself that it’s just steve, that he loves you, that you don’t need to hide—but it just feels like the opposite.

“i know” you said unevenly, breathing in but whimpering when your chest tightened uncomfortably. “everything is just… hard” was the best way you could put it.

steve nodded against you, kissing your shoulder as a way to tell you that he knows, that he hears you.

“i don’t want to feel this way forever” you cried, head dropping low again as your eyes pinched shut. “i just want to go back to before so badly. w-we don’t deserve this—all the shit we’ve dealt with—it’s so unfair” you begin to shake, chest raising up & down with a little more speed than before. the scars on your body burned with each passing second, as if they were still fresh from the claws of demo dogs & demo bats—flashes from the past you wish wouldn’t play in your brain.

with tears blurring your sight, you didn’t fight it when steve peeled your hands away from the counter, when he turned you to face him, or when he pulled you tightly to his chest, letting your face press into the crook of his neck & your hands bunch up the material of his t-shirt.

“i know, baby. we shouldn’t have gone through it. it’s not fair at all” steve agrees, shutting his eyes & letting out a shaky sigh into your hair because he feels the same way.

he feels the same anger & frustration & emptiness that you do. hell, he knows the whole party does too. it’s just how it is.

steve lets you cry as much as you need, lets you grip his back to hold steady & dampen his t-shirt because it helps remind him that you’re still here, that you didn’t face the fate that many others did during spring break & long before. that he still has you to love & work through the mass amounts of grief & fear that are still embedded inside you both.

“i’m sorry for waking you up” you sniffled loudly. “i know you’re exhausted”.

“don’t be. you needed me. i sensed it” he mainly said the last bit to make you scoff, laugh or anything of the sort. but it was true—he swore he had a sixth sense for you.

lifting your head back, brushing the tear stains from your eyes with the backs of your hands, steve continued giving you gentle touches. he knows that it’s calming for you.

“i don’t know what’s wrong with me” your lips frowned as you looked at him, his eyes shining a tiny bit from the nightlight.

“i feel like i can’t get back to normal. l-like i’m broken—stuck in a loop” you admitted, trying to find comfort in steven’s repetitive touches.

“you’re not broken,” steve started, moving a hand to hold your cheek, thumb smoothing against your skin. “you’re just healing. & no one expects you to be fine—i’m sure as hell not” he assured you, heart melting when you leaned into his hand.

opening your mouth to speak, the words won’t come out, as if they were stuck in your throat. so steve continued.

“what you went through…,” his bottom lip trembled at the thought, memories of all the blood & screaming & fear racing back. “you didn’t deserve any of it. i-if i could take that pain away, i would—in a heartbeat. b-but i can’t” his tone sounded defeated.

“i wish i could take yours away too” you breathed out, raising one of your hands up to run through his hair.

there was always a part of steve that blamed himself for what you went through. you had a part of you that felt the same thing.

“you always tell me that things take time—that as each day goes by, we’ll feel a little less hurt, a bit stronger than before,” he looked deep into your eyes, leaning his head closer to yours. “we just have to believe it. even if it feels like a lie sometimes” you nodded your head in agreement.

collapsing back into steve’s chest, you smiled a bit when you felt his cheek press into your hair. “i hope me talking about my… stuff… isn’t like weighing you down, you know? ‘cause i know you have your own—“

“hey, hey, hey,” he pulled you back, both of his hands holding your face now. “none of that, okay? i want you to talk to me about this—about anything you feel. i don’t hide from you, so you don’t gotta hide from me” he said sweetly but firmly, kissing your forehead before you could blink.

you couldn’t control the tears that brimmed your eyes, or the shaky sigh that left your lips at his words. you felt extremely lucky.

“i think i’m gonna need you to remind me of that sometimes. is that okay?” you asked, hands resting atop of steve’s chest while his brushed more of your tears away. the pain in your chest didn’t fully disappear, but it was better than nothing.

“more than okay” he smiled, pulling your face closer to his so he could kiss you, hoping it could melt away some of your pain for the night.

not long after, steve led you back to bed, just like you did for him the other night when he too had a meltdown. he pulled you to his chest when you both had settled under the comforter, your breath fanning his neck as you shut your eyes, trying to focus on the good & not the bad.

“i love you” you whispered in the dark, pressing a kiss to the skin of his collarbone.

he felt his heart skip a beat like clockwork at those words. “i love you too”.

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Scarlet Witch Powers in Different Colors!

[ash5monster01]

Cold Spring Harbor

Chapter One - She’s Got A Way 🎶

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, instant attraction, invisible string theory, mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of death, coping mechanisms

Summary: Just when Steve figures he’s bound to be alone the rest of his life, somehow he finds you, and for some reason just being near you makes him feel much less alone in the world.

word count: 2k

→ Two

Masterlist

Spring 1985

She's got a way of showin', how I make her feel

Steve hated being sad. Yet for the last six months that was all he had felt. He should be over it by now. He wished he was over it, but everyday he went to school just to see Nancy with Johnathon and know everything that he lost. He had given up his friends for her, and when she gave him up for Johnathon, he had no one left. No happy family to come home to, and no friends to spend time with, especially no girlfriend to love. Maybe that was why it was so hard to get over her, because she was the only person he had left and she left him too.

So he woke up on the first day of spring break, no parents, no plans, no one at all. It didn’t matter that the first warm sun was shining through his window and the birds chirped happily outside. He figured he would always be alone and he was still just as miserable as before. The only person he did have was Dustin but how many times can you ask a middle schooler to hang out before it gets weird? Steve didn’t want to find out.

He wasn’t going to last all of spring break like this so he was going to do the only thing that made him feel better. The only thing that gave him enough motivation to get out of bed and get ready for the day. So it’s not long until he is walking out the front door and towards his car. Yet before he unlocked it he stopped, eyes glancing into the bright blue sky, and deciding against the drive. It was sunny and almost seventy, plus a walk would be good for him. So he stuffed the keys back in his pocket and started down the road.

Town was half empty once he got there, signs showing that the new mall being built was already taking away business. It was sad to see the town that once was so busy become a shell of nothing. Kind of like him he supposed. Yet the sight of the familiar blue door eased his mind as he pushed in the one place he hoped would be here forever.

“Hey man, long time no see” Ron, the owner smiles from behind the register. Steve matches the smile right back even though he doesn’t feel it. He wished he did.

“Hey Ron, how’s business been?” he asks, eyeing the various shelves throughout the room.

“I wish I could say busy, but ever since word got out that Sam Goody was being built in the mall, no one really cares about Ron’s Records anymore” he says and Steve nods, his throat tightening at the thought.

“I’m sorry about that man, you know I’ll be a customer for life” he tells him and Ron nods, smiling at the boys kindness.

“You and your Grandpa both” Ron says kindly and Steve has to look away before tears form in his eyes.

“I’m gonna check some records out” Steve tells him and Ron nods as he moves to the section he knows it will be at.

Finally reaching the B’s his fingers start skimming the records. It feels like he’s passed a hundred Barry Manilow records by the time he reaches exactly what he’s looking for. Smiling to himself he scans which ones are there, determined what would be the best to listen to. Something that for an entire forty minutes could make him feel much less lonely in this world.

“Billy Joel huh?” Steve looks up and nearly freezes. There you are, the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, and something about the world stops. He’s not one to be shy but it’s as if the words somehow can’t leave his mouth. There was just something about you. “Since when do boys your age listen to Billy Joel?”

“Hey, he’s still rock n’ roll to me” Steve defends, and it’s cheesy. He knows that, but it doesn’t stop you from laughing. You’re wearing the most perfect smile he’s ever seen and he wants to make you do it again.

“I’m not saying he isn’t, just most guys these days don’t know good music anymore” you say, pulling the record out of his hands and he almost gasps at the way your fingers feel against his.

“Well good music to me is just Billy, always has been” he says and you give him a small nod, smile still on your face. He briefly wonders what it could be about you that makes him suddenly so content.

“Cold Spring Harbor? I don’t think I’ve ever heard it” you say and Steve’s heart clenches.

“It’s his first album, he was only 22 when he wrote it. It’s one of my favorites” Steve tells you and the mischievous grin you give him makes his heart stutter in his chest.

“Well let’s listen to it” you tell him, hand grabbing his own, and leading him to the front of the building. In the front window there’s two chairs and small record player in between. They had been there for as long as Steve could remember, he had sat in them hundreds of times. He sits in his, the one chair he always sat in, and you sit, well in the other. His throat dries as he sees you sit across from him in the chair that had been empty for many years.

“What’s your favorite track?” you muse, hands delicately working to pull the record from its sleeve and place it on the player.

"The first one, She's Got A Way. It was my Grandpa's favorite, the first Billy song he ever played me" Steve says, looking off onto the rows and rows of records. Remembering a time when he was just short enough to be the same height as them. Rushing around and looking for the most colorful covers while his Grandpa went straight to the B's. Then he'd sit in the very chair he was now, ankles just barely hanging over the edge as his Grandpa played him song after song, in the very seat you were sitting in now.

"So that's where it comes from" you muse, the record spinning as you turn on the machine. Steve watches as you set the needle on the record, sratching till it finds its groove, and fills the silence between you both.

"Why is it his favorite?" you ask after a few moments, watching the boy as he let's the words sink in.

"He claimed it was the only song he ever heard that perfectly described how he felt about my Grandmother. How the right women could completley turn you around and heal you when you least expect it" Steve smiles fondly as he repeats those words he hadn't in a very long time.

"A charmer, I'm sure you are too" you say and the shocked look Steve wears has you laughing lightly. It takes Steve only a second to laugh along with you, realizing just how quickly you had revealed him. It's when your laughter calms he realizes the smile on your face has eased his heart more in the last six months than anything else.

"If you must know" Steve says and you giggle again which has Steve wanting to spend more and more time with you.

"Where is this Grandpa of yours, I have a few questions for him?" you ask and Steve freezes, not expecting the words to leave your mouth. It takes him a moment to respond and you sense the discomfort and place your hand on his own. Steve nearly jumps at the electric touch that comes from it.

"He passed away when I was fifteen, right before high school" he tells you, throat tightening around the admittance.

"I'm so sorry, that's awful" you try to comfort but Steve just smiles.

"You would have loved him though. Everyone did. He was my best friend, the only family I really had that spent time with me. Since my Grandma passed when I was ten, me and him made sure to spend all of middle school together" Steve isn't entirely sure why he is telling you this, he just knows your the first person he has been this comfortable around since his Grandpa and he didn't even know your name yet. He didn’t know what it was about you but he figured there didn't need to be a reason.

"That's so sweet, he sounds so special" you tell him and Steve nods, recalling memories he hadn't allowed himself to think about for years.

"He was, just wish he was still around. He was the only person to ever be there for me, front row at every swim meet and basketball game. Was hard going through highschool knowing he was no longer in the stands, but Billy. Well that's all me and him ever talked about. So sometimes, on days like today when I miss him a little extra, I find him in the lyrics of a song" and your heart soars for the boy in front of you. A boy with a deep sadness buried within him. A boy the world hadn't given a chance yet.

"Is he there right now?" you can't help but ask, the last few lines of the song coming through the speakers on the machine. Steve listens, can practically see his Grandpa yelling at him for not making a move. ‘At least ask her name’ he groans and Steve chuckles lightly to himself.

"Yeah he's here. He always is" Steve says and you give him a smile that somehow heals him. "I'm Steve by the way"

"Nice to meet you Steve" you tell him before offering your own name and Steve finds it rattling through his head, the most beautiful name in all of existence, and somehow it belongs to you. The very girl who showed up while he was feeling down and has inspired him without a sound. The beginning notes of You Can Make Me Free fill the silence between you both and Steve sits up, realizing your hand is still atop his own.

"Sorry for spilling my guts" Steve says and you shake your head, wanting him to know that he had done nothing wrong this entire time.

"Don't be, it actually happens a lot. I seem to make people very comfortable. Guess I just got a way about me" and Steve agrees because somehow in just this short exchange you have inspired him to keep on going, reminded him that this is not the end and it won't be all bad. It is like you have some bright light around you and it gives him the strength to keep going.

"Would you maybe want to go get something to eat?" Steve finds the confidence to ask and you beam a smile brightly back at him.

"I'd love to Steve" you tell him, using his name like it now somehow belongs to you and Steve wishes it does. A million dreams of love surrounding you and for the first time since Nancy he finds himself feeling something for a girl he never thought he'd feel again. He just knows he no longer wants to live without you.

"Have fun you two" Ron calls out as you both exit, the record still playing as you both leave it behind. You talk the whole way to the small diner in town, Steve just smiles and listens, loving how everything sounds the way it comes out your mouth. It's as if every word lifts him up as you are walking.

For the rest of the day Steve does his part getting to know you. Making you laugh and flirting where necessary which never fails to make you blush. The sight of your red cheeks alone make his heart soar for you. It's cute the way you show it, exactly how you feel about him. In return you do find yourself charmed by the very boy you couldn’t resist talking to. You wondered where a sweet boy like him had been your whole life and for the first time you aren't as embarassed by the blush on your cheeks as you normally would be.

"I really like you Rosy" he says matter of fact, the nickname falling easily from his lips. You blush at his words again, shaking your head at the boy you figure you aren't getting rid of anytime soon.

"I like you too Steve"

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[fandomgirlz01]

Elevators

Joe Keery X Reader

Imagine on fandom instagram?: No

Prompt or Request or Requested Prompt?: No

Style of Writing: Fic  

Rating: PG-13 ~ For fluff and cuteness, but more adult commentary or even some triggering content. 

Edited: Yes

Word count:  6,015

Post Date & Time: July 27th 2024 at 12:17 AM

Ko-fi

Master List

Warnings Here 

You can listen to the story be read out loud here {coming soon}. 

Summary: Joe Keery the Readers very best friend, helps the Reader though one of her biggest fears as well as clams her anxiety until they can get the help they need. 

Authors Note: I know they actually usually film in Atlanta GA, so for the sake of this Fic let’s just say she goes with him and they rent a place out. She works from home so she’s capable of going with.

You’re Pov: 

“Oh my gosh, it’s really 12:00?!” I exclaim as I look at my phone. 

“Umm, yeah. Why?” Natalia asks as she looks at me with concern. 

“I have work on the set in the morning and don’t have my car. I need to take the bus or walk, but now I can’t do either cause it’s so late,” I explain as I pack up some of my stuff in a hurry. 

“Hey. Hey. What’s going on?” Joe asks, reaching out for me as he walks over from where the guys were hanging out. 

“I need to walk home. I have to be at set in the morning,” I quickly explain as I continue to pack up my stuff. 

Once all my stuff is packed up, I quickly rush out a goodbye to everyone before rushing over to the door. I go to open the door, but someone pulls me back. 

“Hey. You are not walking home this late at night, and while it’s storming? No way. I’ll drive you,” Joe offers as he pats his pockets, looking around for his keys. 

“No, J. It’s fine. I’ll get home by myself. I really don’t wanna ruin your time with your cast members. You see me every day, you don’t see them as often as you do me. Spend time with them,” I express and he shakes his head before letting out a small ‘aha’ when finding his keys. 

“If you think I’m letting my life-long best friend walk home in the rain, then you're nuts. Plus, I live there too,” he professes before turning around to the other actors in the room. 

“Goodnight, guys. I’ll see you all bright and early on set. I’ve gotta get y/n home,” Joe quickly explains to the others. 

“Goodnight! See you in the morning!” Noah yells out from across the room before some of the others chime in with ‘goodnights’ to the both of us. 

Joe picks his jacket up off of the back of the couch before coming over to me. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and I smile as I wave to everyone. 

“Goodnight then, I guess!” I yell out and I get a few “goodnights” back as the girls wiggle their eyebrows at me, making me give them a death stare. 

Joe pulls me out of the room and the door closes behind us. We head down the hallway and I start to feel a little guilty. 

“Joe, really, if you want to go back you can. I’ll be fine,” I explain and he shakes his head. 

“If you had your car, I’d be ok with it, but I know it’s in the shop, so no. It’s ok. Really, I’m fine to drive you home,” he informs me and I only nod before a grin takes over my face. 

“I wonder why my car’s in the shop?” I joke as I nudge his side lightly with a smirk on my face. 

“I wouldn’t know why…” he jokes back, playing innocent and I giggle. 

“It couldn’t be because somebody backed it up into a pole when borrowing it now, would it?” I tease him again as I poke his stomach. 

“I have no clue what you're talking about,” he plays coy, shaking his head and I roll my eyes. 

“You definitely know what I’m talking about,” I remark with a smirk and he rolls his eyes now. 

“Ok… there’s a very small chance you may be right…” he jokes as he holds his hand up with his fingers pinching together. 

“A small chance?” I ask, only to giggle when he throws his arms up before letting them drop to his side. 

“Ok, fine, there’s a big chance,” he finally admits sheepishly and I giggle as we come to a stop by the elevator. 

He reaches forward and presses the down button before standing back upright next to me. I eye the door to the stairs for a moment before looking back at the elevator. 

“Bubs…” I whisper out as I bite my lip and he lets out a small “hmm” before turning to look at me with an eyebrow raised. 

“Can’t we just take the stairs?” I ask as I express my fear while he puts his jacket on. 

“Y/n, we’re on the top floor of the Hampton. We’re thirty floors up, sweetheart. Do you really want to walk down thirty flights of stairs?” he asks with an eyebrow raised and I shrug. 

“I don’t know… I just really don’t want to get in that elevator,” I whisper out as I shuffle my feet while refusing to look up at him. 

“Don’t worry. I’m right here with you, ok? I’m right here. I promise you’ll be ok,” he promises as he pulls me to him and wraps his arms around me. 

We stand there for a few minutes just hugging when we both hear the ding. We pull apart and turn to see the door wide open. I take a gulp and Joe takes a step to get in, but I freeze in my spot. 

“Princess, it's really ok. Come on. I’ll stick with you the whole way down,” he explains as he turns back around to look at me. 

“Joe… I… I can’t…” I whimper out and he grabs both my cheeks softly as he keeps eye contact with me. 

“Hey. Hey. You're ok. You can do this, y/n,” Joe speaks calmly as he now starts to rub my right cheek. 

“I don’t know, Joe, it’s gotten a lot worse now,” I explain and he looks at me, confused. 

“How did you even get here earlier, then?” he asks and I try to look away sheepishly, but he just keeps my face in his hands. 

“I, umm… took the stairs. After Eleni {pronounced: E-lane-ie} dropped me off from work on the set, I took the stairs,” I explain embarrassedly and he shakes his head. 

“You could have just called me to come down and get you. I would have,” he affirms and I shake my head now that he’s let go of me. 

“You had work today too. You must have been tired. I didn’t want to make you even more tired,” I explain and just as I finish, the doors slide closed. 

“Damn, we’ll have to get the next one,” Joe mutters as he turns back around and presses the down button again. 

“I don’t care if I’m tired, I still would have come down. Plus we work on the same set, just have different hours,” Joe informs me with a shrug before he turns back to look at me. I fight off the blush I can feel creeping up the back of my neck. 

“I don’t get why we can’t just take the stairs…” I comment timidly and Joe lets out a laugh. 

“Y/n, seriously. It’s thirty flights. You’ve already done enough stairs today. I’m not letting you do more,” he explains before shaking his head and laughing a little more. 

He looks at me and immediately his face changes from amusement to worry when he sees just how frightened I am. He sighs and lets out a small ‘I’m sorry’ before he puts his arm around my shoulder. He moves so he can fully hug me now and rubs the upper part of my arm with his thumb. I wrap my arms around his waist and burrow my head into his shoulder. He holds onto me a little tighter for a moment before rubbing at my scalp to sooth me. 

“I’m right here. Haven’t I always been?” he asks against the side of my forehead and I nod, making him smile. 

“Yes. Yes, you have been,” I agree with him, biting my lip before pulling away from our hug. 

“Well, come on, then. I promise you'll be fine,” he promises me as the elevator dings again, making me jump. 

“I know you're scared, but these things barely ever break down. Plus, you're with me. I’ve got you,” he tries to reassure me again before placing a kiss to the side of my forehead and for a split second I almost forget where we are. 

Soon the doors are sliding open and I feel my heart start to beat frantically, but it’s definitely not because of the happy feelings I normally get when with Joe. His hand falls from my shoulder, but he keeps it on my lower back as he softly guides me inside. I push myself as close to the back wall as I can while he pushes the lobby botton. Not even a minute after he pushes it, the doors slide closed. I take a deep breath before looking at the ceiling above me and letting a shaky one out. 

I grip onto the railing until my knuckles are practically completely white as I wait for it to all start. The elevator gives a light shake before starting to go down and I move my grip from the railing onto Joe’s arm. He lets out a small laugh before pulling his arm from where I had latched myself to him and putting it around my shoulder. He pulls me into another side hug and squeezes my arm lightly, effortlessly making me feel slightly safer. 

“See, it’s ok. We’re fine. We’ll be in the lobby before you know it,” he explains with a light smile and I wrap both arms around him before nuzzling into his side more. 

“I guess you're right. Nothing's happening,” I sigh as I squeeze him a bit and he squeezes my shoulder back. 

It’s quiet and calm for a few minutes until the lights start to flicker. I look at the screen that tells us the floor number, but it glitches from twenty-eight to twenty-seven and I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. The elevator comes to a jolting stop, making me and Joe sway back and forth as he keeps his hold on me. The lights go out, leaving only an emergency light as the only source of light. I look back up at the number to see it still glitching, only this time it’s going between twenty-seven and twenty-six. I feel my heart start to race again as I realize what’s happening and I start to shake in fear. 

“Shit. Princess, it’s ok. We’ll be ok. Press the emergency button. I’ll try 911,” Joe explains as he pulls away and holds me by the shoulders before pulling his phone out. 

I step forward or at least I think I do, but I really don’t. I stay where I am, frozen for a moment before taking a big gulp and walking over to the buttons. It takes me a minute of looking over all the buttons, but I soon find the one with the big red E on it. I lick my lips and press it in hopes that the lights will magically come back on. When they don’t, I panic before starting to press the button over and over again. 

I only can hope that someone will answer our emergency, but my brain tells me to just keep pushing it even though nobody has. I feel a hand lay on my back and another one comes up to pull my hand from the panel of buttons. I look up at Joe and he pulls me into a hug and just holds me as he puts his phone up to his ear. 

“Hi, 911. What’s your emergency?” I hear a lady’s voice come over the speaker of the phone. 

“Umm, hi. I’m currently at the Hilton hotel, but uhh, I think the power must have gone out or something because we are stuck in the elevator,” Joe explains to her in as calm of a tone as he can so I won’t panic further. 

“Ok. Can you tell me what floor you're on?” The dispatch lady asks and I feel him move his head to look. 

“Umm, it’s glitching between twenty-six and twenty-seven, so maybe on twenty-six,” he replies and she gives a small ‘Hmm, ok’. 

“Are you alone, sir?” she asks and he shakes his head. 

“No,” he replies as he gives me a light squeeze again. 

“Can you tell me who’s with you?” she asks and he again nods even though she can’t see him. 

“Yeah. It’s just me and my girl here,” he responds back to her and my eyes widen. 

He’s never called me his girl before. It’s always been sweetheart or sweets or my best friend, but never his girl. 

I zone out as she asks him a few more questions and I don’t catch them at all, but soon he’s hanging up with her. He looks down at me before sighing and leading me over to the wall to lean me against it. 

“Sit right here, ok? I’m going to go call Natalia or Charlie, ok?” he asks and all I can manage is a light tiny nod as a tired feeling washes over me. 

I watch as he walks over to the other corner and types something out on his phone. He brings it up to his ear as his other hand rubs at his face. I feel shaky so I slip down the wall and pull my legs up to my chest before resting my chin on my knees. Hot sticky tears start to roll down my cheeks as I watch him scratch at his chin. Panic attacks aren’t a new thing for me, not at all.  

They've followed me all the way up into adulthood and Joe has seen almost every single one since we were about nine. This, however, is the worst one that I’ve had since I was maybe twelve. It didn’t help that I always overthought things growing up. Joe was always there to talk those thoughts out with me as he is now. But this… this was my absolute worst fear playing out in front of me. I remember all those nights in high school where I’d text him about how my brain just wouldn’t shut off and that I couldn’t sleep. 

He’d always known that was me telling him I felt an attack coming on. So he’d rush over from his house next door and cuddle with me to calm me. At first my dad never understood, until suddenly he just did. He started leaving the back door unlocked for Joe and I later found out my mother had told him how calm Joe made me. 

“Hey. Me and y/n are kind of umm… stuck…” he explains into the phone, sort of snapping me out of my thoughts. 

“Of course I’m fine. It’s y/n I’m worried about. She’s on the very edge of having a big attack,” he whispers into his phone and he rubs his neck as he listens to whoever he called. 

“Yeah. No. I’ll be ok taking care of her. I’ve been with her through almost every attack. I know how to keep her calm,” he tells them before pausing to listen to them. 

“Yes. I already called 911, they should be here in like five to ten minutes,” he answered whatever question was asked before shaking his head. 

“Umm, I don’t know. Could you guys just be down there when they do get us out?” he asks and nods to a few things that are being said. 

“Ok. Yeah. Thanks, man. We’ll see you soon,” he gives his goodbye before hanging up the phone. 

He shoves his phone back in his pocket before turning around. He looks down at me before frowning and coming back over. He lowers himself down next to me before putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his side again. I start to cry harder and he rubs my back as he coos softly to me. I basically sob into his shirt while gripping it and he just keeps massaging my back lightly while continuing to coo soft nothings in my ear. 

“Hey, take a breath for me, please? Come on sweets, you can do it,” Joe’s voice comes out soft but authoritative as he still holds onto me. 

“Hey. There she is…” he says proudly as he softly holds my cheeks in his hands and rubs my cheek for a moment as he gives me a soft smile. 

He pulls away from me for a split second and takes his jacket off before he drapes the jacket over my shoulders. Then he quickly pulls me back into his side as he kisses the side of my forehead again, making me start to feel a little safer in his arms. 

“It’s ok, sweetheart. I’m right here. I’m not leaving. Just pretend we’re home and cuddled up in your bed,” he tells me as he rubs his thumb in circles on my lower back under his jacket. 

Back when Joe first found out he got the role of Steve, we were both so excited that his career would be taking off. Then we were sad because he had to move out of our LA apartment to go film. Not wanting to be away from me for long, he got me a job on the set as the “assistant” to the Duffer Brothers with production plans and decisions. So together we both moved to a new apartment and started our new jobs together. The girls always refer to us when we walk up as “and they were roommates!” before bursting into giggles. I schedule almost everything for Ross Duffer and sometimes I sit in meetings for him or I stay really late to help him with whatever he’d be doing on set. 

I also help make sure everything on set is to the actors and actress' likings. We did keep our old apartment for when we were back in LA, but for the most part we both stay in Atlanta more times out of the year. I just have more hours and a lot of work sometimes, so Joe and I always drive separately. As of lately, though, we have been carpooling a lot of the time. My sobbing slowly starts to calm down, but as I do I start to feel dizzy. I let out a light whimper and I nuzzle my head into his neck. 

“I promise we’ll be fine. I’ll get you out of here no matter what and when have I not kept a promise to my best girl, hmm?” he asks as he grips onto my hip and I jump, making him chuckle a little. 

“Joe… I’m dizzy…” I groan out and he nods before placing another kiss on my forehead. 

“I know. You always get dizzy after an attack. Just relax, ok. I’m not leaving you. I wouldn’t be able to leave you like this. It’d hurt too much to walk away. I love you, sweetheart,” he explains, his voice becoming breathless at the end as he pushes some of my hair away from my face. 

My eyes grow wide as I look at him and he just gives me a small smile as he shrugs. He reaches up to my cheek that’s not against his shoulder and wipes a still falling tear. 

Did Joe freaking Keery, my best friend since literal diapers, the guy I’ve lived with since graduating high school just tell me he loves me? No. I must just be imagining it after that attack…

“Do you wanna lay down? You still haven’t gotten your color back, sweetheart,” he asks after a moment and I nod before slowly moving. 

I start to lay down with my cheek on his thigh and he lifts an arm before laying it on the upper part of my arm. I keep his jacket around me like a blanket and close my eyes as he starts to rub my head. He starts to hum one of the new songs he’s been working on and I let a light smile take form on my lips. Soon his humming stops and it grows quiet for a few minutes. I can only assume that we’re both desperate to think of a way out of this elevator, but the more I think about it the more panic starts to set in again. 

“J…?” I whisper out with a hoarse voice from crying and I move to look up at him. 

“What, sweetheart?” he asks as he looks down at me. 

“Can you please, please, please just distract me? The silence is driving me insane and I don’t wanna overthink everything,” I admit and he smiles softly at me. 

I push up off of him and he quickly wraps his arms around me, pulling me so I lean against him. I snuggle my face into his chest and he lets out a chuckle. 

“Sweets, that tickles,” he notes as he laughs and I just shrug. 

“Wait a minute, were you trying to do that?” he exclaims when he sees a coy smile on my lips. 

“Maybe… you deserve it, though!” I joke and he rolls his eyes. 

“Why! You sneaky little thing!” he shouts before he gives my side a little pinch. 

We laugh for a few minutes before it goes quiet again so I slap his shoulder. He rubs at the place before shaking his head. 

“What was that for?” he asks and I shrug. 

“Talk to me. I can’t do the silence,” I explain and he nods his head. 

“Ok. Ahh, let’s see… Do you remember freshman year homecoming?” he asks and I nod. 

“Yeah. You almost did a Steve that night and got into a fight with Jimmy Kavinsky, Peter‘s little brother,” I remark and he rolls his eyes. 

“I didn't turn into Steve! I would have done a lot better than my character in a fight,” he proclaims and I give him a ‘really?’ look. 

“Joe. Jimmy’s always been bigger than you,” I deadpan and he groans. 

“That’s not the point!” he shouts in frustration and I grab his hand. 

“Ok. I’m sorry. What was the point?” I ask him calmly and he smiles. 

“The point is that I was there with Sarah, but I thought you were the most beautiful girl there,” he exhales exasperatedly from how fast he had been talking, rolling his eyes at himself as I smile, squeezing his hand encouragingly. 

“Then when I saw the look you had when Jimmy ditched you for Victoria, all I wanted to do was beat him and make you smile again,” he continues shaking his head as he frowns. 

“It wasn’t right to me that he put a frown on your face. You should always have a smile and if anyone took that away…” he finishes off with a sigh while refusing to look at me and my eyes tear up for a second before I reach up for his cheeks.  

“Awe, Joe…” I coo softly at him as I jokingly move his face around for a second. “If it helps, I didn’t want to go with him in the first place…” I remark and he gives me a confused look. 

“What? But you talked about it for a week before he actually asked you,” he mutters and I shake my head, letting go of his face as I now play with a loose thread on my shorts. 

“I only decided to go with him because you hadn’t asked me yet, you doofus,” I joke with him, now finally looking at him again and he still looks confused, so I sigh. 

“Allison stupidly got it into my head that Jimmy liked me and that he should take me since you, and I quote, ‘oh so obviously’ weren’t going to ask apparently. So I became laser focused on him. As I do with everything I normally shouldn’t be focused on,” I explain with a light shrug and he perks up. 

“Wait, you wanted me to ask you?” he asks, eyes lighting up in excitement and I giggle. 

“Yes, Joe. I’ve only had a crush on you since we were ten, but who’s keeping track?” I joke with another lame shrug and he shakes his head. 

“Wait, so I could have asked and you would have said yes?!” he shouts in shock and I giggle, nodding. 

“Aww man, I’m such an idiot!” he exclaims as he rubs at his face, making me giggle again as I grab his hand and pull them away from his face. 

“If it makes you feel better, I couldn’t stop thinking how handsome you were that night. I also just wanted to just run my hands through your hair,” I explain with a light smirk and he chuckles. 

“What is it with you and my hair?” he asks me and I grin. 

“What?! It’s just so cute and soft…” I murmur and he chuckles. 

“It’s also not so bad when you have the Steve hair added to it after filming too,” I sheepishly admit and he smirks. 

“So you have a thing for my hair, huh? Well I actually have a thing for yours too,” he explains as he reaches out to toy with a strand of mine. 

“Your hair is actually just one of the many reasons I love you,” I whisper out as I look away. 

It’s quiet for a minute and I decide to chance a look at him. When I do, I see his mouth slightly parted in shock and his eyes wide. 

Was it really so bad that I love my best friend? 

“I…I’m sorry. You probably meant-” I start to try apologizing, but I’m cut off when he slams his lips into mine. 

At first I’m still in shock from being in the middle of saying something, but I slowly start to kiss back. My arms reach up and wrap around his neck as his hands stay firmly on my hips as he pulls me ever so closer. I find my hands moving up to grip his hair as he squeezes my hips. 

Kissing him brings a pleasant warmth to my chest as he brings his hand up to my neck and holds me even closer. I feel his thumb rub my neck ever so sweetly, making more and more butterflies swarm my stomach. The kiss only lasts a few more minutes before we both pull away, breathing heavily. 

He rubs his nose lightly against mine and I smile softly as his hand now lays on my cheek instead of my neck. He smiles softly as he pushes some of my hair out of my face and I feel a blush start to kick in so I shove my face into his neck, making him chuckle. 

“Why you hiding from me, huh?” he asks as he squeezes my shoulder and I blush harder, shaking my head. 

I start to say something, but get cut off by a loud ding and suddenly to our surprise, the doors of the elevator are sliding open. We both look up as they open, seeing Charlie and Natalia standing next to some paramedics. Slowly Joe helps me get up as he gets up too and he quickly hands me over to a paramedic. 

“You go get checked out. I’m going to talk with Charlie and possibly the technician over there,” Joe tells me, but I grip his hand and shake my head. 

“Not without you. Please…” I almost whimper, not wanting him to leave my side and he squeezes my hand. 

“Sweetheart, you're ok. I promise I’ll come right back over in a minute. Natalia, will you stay with her?” he asks her and she nods. 

“See, Natalia will be with you. I’ll be quick I promise, just wanna understand what happened,” he explains softly and I sigh, nodding before letting his hand go. 

“Come on. Let’s get you looked at, yeah?” Natalia asks as she guides me over to a chair and one of the paramedics comes over. 

“Hi. My name is Hen. I’m just gonna look you over and make sure you’re doing ok, alright, sweetie?” she questions and I nod to let her know that I’m ok with it. 

“What happened in there, y/n? Are you ok?” Natalia queries as she fusses over me while I take a seat in one of the lobby chairs. 

“I’m fine. Joe kept me sane,” I tell her as I look over at him and he looks over at us. 

“Omg! You guys kissed, didn't you?!” Natalia exclaims at me with her eyes wide. 

“No…” I reply, trailing off as I refuse to meet her eyes. 

“Oh they so did,” Hen comments with a chuckle and I feel a blush creep up my neck. 

“Ok… yeah, we did…” I admit, biting my lip and Natalia just grins. 

“Y/n. Oh my gosh. It’s actually happening. I knew you guys would end up together. I told you,” she excitedly pushes my shoulder lightly. 

“Yeah, yeah,” I reply with a playful eye roll. 

Hen now asks me questions, if I could breathe properly and checks my heart rate as well as checking my blood pressure. Natalia hovers and it makes me roll my eyes with fondness at how she worries over me. Charlie and Joe stand over to the side talking with the tech, but Joe keeps looking over at us every so often. 

“Well. You’re doing okay, I would just suggest that you rest up a bit after all this,” Hen informs me and I nod tiredly as I feel the exhaustion come over me. 

“And here, take this,” Hen adds as she holds out some Advil for me along with a water bottle. 

“How’d you know?” Natalia asks and Hen turns to look up at her. 

“How’d I know what?” Hen asks in confusion and Natalia points to the advil. 

“That she gets headaches after her panic attacks,” Natalia illuminates and Hen chuckles. 

“A lot of people tend to. If you’ve been hyperventilating or anything that includes losing breath, you cut off circulation to the brain so it’ll definitely pack on a headache,” Hen expertly explains and Natalia nods along. 

“That young man that was trapped with her asked my partner if we could make sure she got some just in case. He seems to know you and your panic attacks very well,” Hen tells us as she points over at Joe and I blush lightly. 

“He’s been with me though all of them,” I shyly reply and she smiles up at me before she starts to put some stuff back in her bag. 

“Well I’m glad you have someone to help you though. Not everyone does. Now get some rest, you’ll definitely feel a little drained,” Hen says as she finishes putting her stuff in her bag. 

“Oh, she will be,” Natalia promises, making Hen smile softly as she stands, nodding before she leaves us be. 

“He’s looking over here at you,” Natalia jokingly taunts me. 

“I’m sure he’s only-” I start to again deny anything, but she cuts me off. 

“Here he comes,” she excitedly tells me with a smile and I shake my head in disbelief at her. 

“Hey. How’s she doing?” Joe asks her as he walks up to us. 

“The paramedic said she’s doing just fine. She just suggested that she rests after the whole ordeal,” Natalia explains to him and I roll my eyes. 

“Talia, I have work in the morning. Most rest I’ll be getting is an hour's sleep at the most now,” I retort with annoyance clear in my voice. 

“What! But-” she goes to reprimand me, but she stops when a hand gets placed on her shoulder. 

“Natalia, I got this. We’ll see you soon okay?” Joe softly asks her and she sighs before nodding. 

“You make her rest, you hear me?” she asks him and he chuckles, throwing his hands up in surrender. 

“Don’t you worry. I definitely will be,” he promises her and she nods one last final time. 

“Good. Well then, I’ll leave you guys alone. Y/n, I better not see you on set at all today, got it?” she asks when she turns back to me and I sigh, nodding. 

“Good. Now go and get really rested up. I’ll see you soon,” Natalia finalizes with a smile before nodding and walking away. 

“Come on. Let’s get you home. You need rest,” Joe comments as he holds his hand out for me. 

“But J, I really need to just go home and change,” I reply and he shakes his head. 

“Why are you so stubborn? Let’s just get going, come on,” he groans out as he pulls me up and pulls me into his side as we start to walk. 

“Sweetheart…” Joe sighs out as we start to see his car and I let out a hum. 

“Please just call in sick. I’m sure the brothers will be okay with it. You really had a big one and need the rest,” Joe pleads with me as we get closer and closer to the car. 

“J. I’ll be okay. I’ve made it on set with only an hour’s worth of sleep before. I can live off of none at all,” I joke and he stops us, pulling my hand to make me stop. 

“Please just call in sick,” he begs again and I sigh, letting go of his hand to start walking without him. 

“J. Really, I’ll be okay,” I tell him as I now stand next to the car and I hear him groan in frustration. 

Suddenly I’m being pulled around and I look up into his eyes. I look at him in confusion with my lips parted from the light squeak I’d let out. I stare into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes that seem to be infused with a light green that I’d never noticed before and lose all thought as I only see pure worry swirling around.

“J… I’m okay…” I whisper out and he sighs, shaking his head. 

He doesn’t even say a word, but I let out a confused hum as he lightly pushes me against the car. His hands now find my waist as his lips find mine and my arms come up around his neck. He kisses me for a moment before pulling away, sighing as he leans his forehead against mine. 

“Let me reword that. Call in sick, stay home with me and we’ll cuddle all day and just spend the day together letting you rest,” he pleads with me one more time and then it clicks for me. 

“Okay… I think that we can do…” I whisper out and he slowly grins. 

“Yeah?” he asks and I smile, pecking his lips. 

“Yeah. Let’s go home,” I confirm and now all the worry has seemingly left his body. 

“Ok then. Let’s go home,” he happily agrees as he goes to pull away. 

“Wait,” I call out as I pull him back in. 

“What?” he asks and I just smirk at him. 

“I want another kiss,” I tell him as I rub my thumb along his cheek and he chuckles. 

“Okay…” he agrees before pulling me back into another kiss, but all too soon he pulls away again and I’m left groaning, making him laugh. 

“Come on, you nut. Let’s get you home,” he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“But I want more kisses,” I whine out and he shakes his head as he opens my door. 

“You can steal all the ones you want when we get home,” he tells me as I get in and I grin up at him. 

“You promise?” I playfully ask him and he chuckles, shaking his head again. 

“I swear on my life, sweetheart,” he promises before closing my door and running around to his side. 

“And you wanted to take the stairs…” he jokes with a playful roll of his eyes as he starts the car. 

“Oh…! You…” I call out in my shock as I smack his arm and he chuckles. 

“Hey. I’m just stating the truth,” he shrugs and I smile at him as I cuddle up to his arm. 

“Oh, would you just be quiet,” I roll my eyes at him and he chuckles again as he continues to drive. 

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