#joekeeryfanfic

[taylorgrace-writes]

Make Out Session

Pairings: Steve x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 599

AN: Just a short lil something I wrote in like 15min cuz I haven’t posted in a hot sec. Based around S1E1 -T

You head into Hawkins High, wading through the bustling hallway. Your two best friends Nancy and Barb fall into step beside you. 

“So did he call?” Nancy asks you. 

“Will you keep your voice down?” You hiss at her, a playful smirk on your lips. 

“Well did he?” Barb speaks up beside you. You shake your head no, walking up to your locker. 

“I’ve told you before, it's not like that,” you tell them as you work to open your locker, Barb shooting Nancy a knowing look. “Okay, I mean, yes, fine, he likes me, you both know that, but not like that. We’ve only made out a couple of times.”

“We only made out a couple of times.” Barb mimics you as Nancy giggles beside her.

“Jesus, you’re gonna be so cool now,” Nancy tells you as Barb nods along in agreement.

“No, I’m not!” You retort back.

“You better still hang out with us, that’s all I’m saying,” Nancy tells you.

“Yeah, if you become friends with Carol and Tommy H…” Barb trails off.

“Ew, no. Gross. And I’m telling you guys again, this was just a one-time… two-time…thing.” You tell them as your open your locker up to have a folded slip of paper fall out. You pick up the small slip of paper and open it. 

Meet Me. Bathroom. Steve.

You look to Nancy and Barb as they read the note over your shoulder. 

“You were saying?” Barb comments. 

Before you know it, you're in the girl's restroom at Hawkins High, full-on making out with none other than Steve Harrington. As your lips continue to clash as the kissing becomes more and more intense, a bell rings, indicating the 5-minute warning before the first period starts. You crash into reality, no longer lost in lust for Steve. You reluctantly pull away from Steve and he tries to chase your lips with flushed cheeks. 

“Okay, I, have to go.” You tell Steve as he continues to kiss your neck.

“Just one more minute.” He murmurs against your hot skin. You enjoy his lips on your neck for a few more seconds before calling him again.

“Steve…”

“Yeah?” he asks in between kisses. 

“I really, like seriously, have to go.” You gasp out before finally tearing your body away from his and pulling your backpack on. 

“Let’s do something tonight, yeah?” Steve asks, doing the same.

“I can’t, I have to study. For Kaminsky’s Chem test.” You stutter out as Steve pulls you close to him again.

“What’s your GPA again? Three-point nine?”

“Kaminsky’s tests are impossible.”

“So let me help you.”

“You failed chem.”

“Oh come on, it was only a C minus.” You look at him sternly, shaking your head and giving a little laugh.

“So, should I come over, say, eight?”

“Uh, are you crazy? My mom won’t allow that, no way.”

“Who says she needs to ‘allow’ anything? I’ll just climb through your window, she won’t even know I’m there. I’m stealthy, like a ninja.”

“You are crazy.” You tell Steve, turning away from him towards the door to go to class.

“Okay, okay, forget your place, we’ll just chill in my car, find a nice quiet place to park.”

“Steve, I have to study, I’m not kidding.”

“Why do you think I want it nice and quiet?” You can’t help but smile at him. 

“You’re an idiot Steve Harrington.” You tell him before pushing the bathroom door open. “I’ll meet you at Dearborn and Maple at eight. To study,” you tell him at the last second before the door closes on him.

[taylorgrace-writes]

Study Time

Pairings: Steve x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 564

You’re probably sitting at a small desk in your bedroom, studying your textbook, preparing for some big test. 

Let’s assume you suddenly hear a dull tapping and turn to find Steve outside your bedroom window.

You stare at him in shock before trying to wave him away but he just knocks again, more urgently so you hurry over and open the window. 

“What’re you doing? I told you I have to stay in tonight.” You whisper to him. “I know, so we’ll study here.” “No, I told you, absolutely not, go away!” “I don’t want you failing tomorrow,” Steve tells you before climbing in through the window anyway. 

Or at least he tries to.

His foot catches on the window frame and he stumbles through, nearly toppling over a bedside lamp. He catches himself, turning back to you and striking a dramatic pose.

“What’d I tell ya? A ninja.” You shake your head at him. Unbelievable.

You and Steve sit down on your bed a few feet apart. Steve reads off of your homemade flashcards as you answer them. 

“Which polymers occur naturally?” Steve asks you. “Starch and cellulose.” Steve nods in agreement before switching to the next card.  “In a molecule of CH4, the hydrogen atoms are spatially oriented toward the centers of a regular…” he trails off, waiting for your reply. “Tetrahedron.” He switches to the next card.

“Jesus, how many of these did you make?” Steve asks, slightly annoyed by how many cards there are. “You said you wanted to help!” You protest. 

“How about this, every time you get something right, I have to take off an item of clothing. Every time you get something wrong…” “Uh, pass.”  “Come on, it’ll be fun.” Steve wines. “No!” Steve rolls his eyes before moving on to the next card.

“During fractional distillation, hydrocarbons are separated according to their…” “Melting points.” “Wrong, boiling points.” “That’s what I meant.” “But it’s not what you said. Take your shirt off!” “No. No!” You tell him, eyes wide. “No? You need help?” Steve asks with a smile before pushing you down onto the bed and kissing you. 

Soon the two of you are going at it, hot and heavy. After a moment of making out, Steve starts to unbutton your top but before he can, you stop him. 

“Steve, come on.” “What?” “Are you crazy? My parents are here.” “Weird. I don’t see them.” Steve remarks, looking around your room.

“Was this your plan all along?” you ask Steve, sliding out from under him. “Get me in my room then get another notch in your belt?” “What? No! Jesus, no.” “I’m not like Laurie or Amy or Becky.” “Yeah, I know Y/N, your not a slut.” “That’s not what I’m saying.” “You’re cute when you lie,” Steve tells you, smiling.  “Shut up.” You say, smiling. 

Steve smiles at you before walking around your room and picking up a doll, making it shakes its head in disapproval, before speaking in a high squeaky voice. “Bad Steve, bad, stay away from Miss Y/N!” You can’t help but laugh at his behavior. 

“You’re an idiot Steve Harrington.” “And you’re beautiful Y/N Y/L/N.” 

You blush before Steve reaches over to once again pick up the flash cards. He clears his throat before asking you another question. 

“Compared to the rate of inorganic reactions, the rate of organic reactions generally is…”