#littlesubbyflower: steve harrington

[littlesubbyflower]

No Book, No Crime

Modern!Steve Harrington x BookWorm!Reader

956 Words

Warnings :: None, tooth rotting fluff

A/N :: I definitely projected my own little reading mishaps in this one. I cannot tell you how many times I have started a book right before bed and the next thing I knew my alarm for work was going off or I finished the book and it was 4 am. (like oops, my bad, rip my sleep) 

Steve knew from the moment you opened that brand new kindle paperwhite it was going to be a problem, but didn’t say anything as you squealed and threw yourself into Eddie’s arms 

“thankyouthankyouthankyou!” You said into the metalhead’s shoulder while he tried to regain his balance. 

“I knew you’d love it, sweetheart.” Eddie laughed, returning the hug. “Now you can give your poor shoulders a break by not carrying around so many books in your bag.” 

It was a group effort gift for your 21st birthday. Eddie had brought the idea up to Robin and Nancy after swearing your everyday bag nearly broke a toe when it fell off of the counter after being placed too close to the edge. Robin brought it up to Steve, who was slowly running out of space in his father’s office which had been taken over by you and said it was a perfect gift idea, until it wasn’t. 

“He’s never here, honey. You and I can box up his things and place them in their closet.” Steve had said, one sunny afternoon about three months ago. 

“You sure, Stevie? I can just put my books in storage, it’s okay.”

“Storage? Absolutely not, your books can go in here.” Steve reassured you. 

On several occasions, Steve had woken up in the middle of the night to an empty bed and only to find you curled up in the plush loveseat you had thrifted with a fuzzy blanket pulled around you like a cloak, nose deep into a book underneath the warm glow of the incandescent light of the floor lamp placed behind the loveseat. 

He watched you for a moment with a small, sleepy smile on his lips before gently clearing his throat. 

“Honey, do you know what time it is?” He asked, a yawn escaping his mouth. 

“Just didn’t want to wake you,” you said, sliding the bookmark into the well loved novel in your hands. “told myself I would only read a few chapters this time, but uh, that was a lie.” 

Steve shook his head at you, smiling. “C’mon bookworm, it’s time for you to rest those tired eyes.” He said while walking towards you and taking the book from your hand and laying it on the ledge of the shelf next to your chair. “You can find out what the—” He looks back to the book and back at you “— Elf Queen does after some rest.” 

Standing and stretching, you nod and rub your eyes. “You’re right, I’m sure it’s late… Let’s go back to bed.” 

After opening the gift from Eddie, Robin and Nancy gave you theirs. It was a case and some stickers. 

“Some of the stickers were Nancy’s idea, since I know she has some pretty clever ones in her case.” Robin said as you shuffled through the stickers. 

You hugged them both and thanked them. Steve handed you a card next. 

“I uh, paid for a year of Kindle Unlimited, you’ll just have to register it and put in the code when you get everything all set up.” Steve said once you had read the card and pulled him in for a bone crushing hug. 

“Thank you, Stevie. It’s perfect!” 

The perfect gift would come with a price, and that price was sleep. 

It had been storming most of the night and unable to sleep, you carefully untangled yourself from Steve’s hold to encase yourself partially under the fluffy duvet cover. You reach to your bedside table and pick up the device, snuggling back down into the covers, you glance at the clock, it read 11:32.

‘Just three chapters, that’s all.’ you told yourself. 

Three chapters turned into an entire book and the next thing you knew, Steve’s alarm was going off so he could go on his five am morning run. 

He stretched, yawned and ran a hand through his hair before opening his eyes to see you already looking at him like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Honey,” he shook his head before propping himself up on his elbow “how long have you been up?” 

“I um, I never went to sleep?” 

Steve stared at you for a second, face void of all emotion. “You’re serious?” 

You nodded sheepishly. “It was storming and I couldn’t sleep, and I told myself that I was only going to read three chapters…” 

Steve pulls you close and smashes a kiss to your hair. A streak of lightning paints the dark sky bright white and blue, and he pulls you in closer, taking the kindle from your hands and placed it behind him. 

“I’m taking this for a week, by the way.” 

“A week?! Oh no please don’t, I just got it!” You whine into his chest. 

“Oh, I've already made up my mind, honey. I know you love reading, but you cannot sacrifice your sleep to read.” He said pulling the blanket back over the both of you. “It’s still storming, I’m not going on my run.” The mattress dipping under his weight as he shuffles back down the bed to bring you closer. “Let’s go back to bed.”

“Steve,” You yawn. “I’m not sleepy.” 

Steve just hums in response as your hand comes up his chest and over his shoulder and sighs in contentment as your fingers find the baby hair at the nape of his neck, nails gently gliding up and down on his scalp. 

“Not sleepy, hm?” He said, voice a little slower and deeper than normal. 

“No Stevie, not sleepy.” You whispered, eyes falling shut and your breathing evened out. 

Steve let out a quiet chuckle, placing one last kiss to your forehead before the sound of rain splashing onto the closed window lulled you both to sleep. 

[ghost-proofbaby]

WIP word game

rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

this game literally had me bouncing in my seat!!! thank you so much to @the-unforgivenn and @hellfire--cult for the tags!!! i'm gonna knock both out on the same post here (also both your words are delicious)

my words are: BITE and PRESSURE

possible spoilers for so mordor it is, so scarlet (it was maroon), and the moon will sing (i loved you like the sun) below the read more <3

also for this game, i'm not entirely sure who's already been tagged and who hasn't, so i'm just gonna tag anyone i think would enjoy this! also tagging up here so there's no pressure to scroll all the way through my snippets if you don't want to haha

no pressure tags: @corroded-hellfire @jo-harrington @andvys @take-everything-you-can @littlesubbyflower @eddiesxangel and honestly anyone else who wants to take a go at this!! <3

your word (if you wanna join) is: HAUNT.

But the girl deserves her honesty, and so she whispers, “I thought it was just PTSD.” 

Something about it is easy – there’s a relief when the whispers of truth trickle a bit louder, rising until Willow finally pours out everything that only one other person could possibly understand. Steve wouldn’t understand, Robin couldn’t possibly understand, Eddie would only try desperately to understand – but Max? Max gets it. Max doesn’t look at her like she’s crazy when words fall from her lips about the nightmares, sparing as many details as possible while still communicating the point.

...

“I don’t understand why the front cover of some stupid ass magazine is so important,” Eddie grumbles as he follows you now, both of you deciding to stand and not yet sit in the empty chairs on the closest side of what must be Matt’s massive desk, “The tabloids run rumors about my dating life all the time-”

“Exactly.”

...

There’s no more quick remarks for her to add. With his unnecessary permission and subtle reassurance of his protection, she’s taking off around the wall of shrubbery, heart pounding out of her chest. 

I don’t have my weapons.

...

Even after all that the two of you have been through, you can’t resist that inherent urge to protect him. 

You can’t quiet the voice that whispers that you still care for him, and you still want to be there for him, even at your own destruction. 

Paler knuckles, tightening fist. The invisible leash is practically choking Wyll now.

...

Really, after Astarion’s feasting on her, she may be more magic than blood at this moment.

And that magic serves as a security blanket, a layer of armor to hopefully replace all the physical leather she’s left behind on the beach, as she hears the sound of an unfamiliar woman in camp.

...

Eddie had kept you a secret. 

Especially now that I know the truth.

Or spun you into a blatant lie. You don’t know which one is worse.

...

She’d tore her way through the process of grief in record time. She’d clawed herself out of those depths in order to be there for her mom, to return to being a daughter worthy of having survived that night with Parker. Nightmares, the gnawing hole in her chest, the way she still couldn’t meet her mom’s gaze when Parker became a topic of conversation – that was just residual shock waves. They would pass one day. These symptoms would pass one day. She had been so sure of it. 

...

She knows somewhere in the shadows, Astarion’s daggers have been drawn. 

“You’ve caused quite the commotion amongst gods and devils alike, if I’ve heard correctly from the whispers of the Hells.”

Time stops. Aruna’s blood freezes. All the magic dies beneath her skin, right along with the air in her lungs.

...

Until the space behind your eyes aches. “The headline went viral online, right?”

“Yeah,” guilt seeps into Matt’s words, “It did.” 

“Have they figured out who I am?” 

...

“Room. Now.” 

Of course, you don’t. 

The game was never one-sided. It was never you, a merciful victim of Astarion, always trapped in his shadows. It’s a game for two – and you’ve earned your blame in it all, the same as Astarion. 

...

Eddie scoffs as he shifts uncomfortably, “Maybe I’m just inspired.” 

“I’m sure you are,” Matt readily agrees, “By her.” 

what have we learned, you ask? that i do not like starting sentences with the letter R, apparently.

[myobmaya]

Woke up this morning, had this notification and couldn’t believe my eyes.

Thank you for all of the love and support everyone’s shown. This year has definitely been one for the books, but I wouldn’t change a moment of it. I’ve gotten to know amazing people who share the same passions I do. I know we shouldn’t care about the “likes” and “reblogs” but sometimes it’s nice to be reminded that I’m not the only one who imagines Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington railing the absolute fuck out of loving y/n.

I’d like to take a moment to share some of my favorite writers and people. Give them some love and check out their work!❤️

@loveshotzz Leighanne, it’s always an honor to read her work. Make sure to thank her for not only giving us smutty eddie, but also Punk!Steve masterlist

@sweetsweetjellybean Jelly has my heart and coochie. She is the reason my coochie gets a heartbeat every time I see her post. Masterlist

@superblysubpar Taylor, my dear. She always blows me away with her writing. Her descriptions are so beautiful. masterlist

@boomhauer The pure Eddie girl™️ that’s secretly a Steve lover. The way she writes Eddie is so on brand. I’m convinced she’s an actual writer for the show. masterlist

@luvmunson Nina! The ultimate hypeman and meme queen. Nina has some spicy blurbs you can find on her blog. Check out a piece by her here

@strangermarvelss Sava aka Ralph’s babygirl. Her series are *chef’s kiss* and her ideas are beyond original. masterlist

@thefreakofhawkins86 Coven, my fellow belieber fangirl. Coven has pieces that’ll make you drool. Like this one

@milestokilometers Miles, the angst king. Miles has Steddie pieces that will break you in half and leave you stranded. masterlist

@idkmanijustwannawrite Mel oh my god. Mel. Go through her stuff and tell me stripper!Eddie doesn’t make you act up masterlist

@hellkaisersangel Lexy is an angel that can do no wrong. Need rockstar!eddie? Run to her masterlist

@munsonsgirl71 P not only has amazing one shots, but also does text scenarios! They’re always so fun to read masterlist

@usedtobecooler Candy’s work is 🫠 I love to torture her with Matt Healy thoughts because she loves to torture the rest of us with her insanely addicting fics masterlist

@wroteclassicaly Kristen needs to be published. Her work is phenomenal and she’s always showing support to other blogs. Love her positivity and encouragement. masterlist

@ghalavane ghala doesn’t have a masterlist, but ghala is hilarious and talented. someone bug ghala to write and post again!!

@eddiemunsons-girl shania, my sweet petal, she is an OG eddie™️ girl. Her work is just *chef’s kiss* masterlist

@chaoticmunson Soph, my little squirtle, is also an OG eddie™️ girl. Her fics are the reason I came back to this hellhole. Send her love and tell her Maya’s proud of her masterlist

@muns-trosity-main Bee, an OG eddie™️ Girl. Bee has amazing writing and is so open and sweet. Definitely check out her masterlist

@carolmunson even though I’m “my Obama” to her, her writing is the reason why I won’t ever correct her. She can call me whatever she wants as long as she continues to share her talent masterlist

@littlesubbyflower Alexis is a genius. Her ideas and requests are some of my most popular. We love Alexis over her.

@sw34terw34ther Ivy improves with every piece she puts out! Currently loving this piece she posted here

@puppy-coded Athena is talented and deserves all the love she receives! She has a tea party going on right now, join it here

And there’s many more that I know I’m forgetting!! I’ll be sure to update this once I’m off the road (currently making this in the car as we drive to another state) thank you to all of these writers that share their talent with us ❤️

[superblysubpar]

MERRY 👏🏼 CHRISTMAS 👏🏼 MR. 👏🏼 HARRINGTON

Listen. I'm going to be in a perpetual state of calling any picture of Steve or Joe Mr. Harrington after reading @loveshotzz Colors series. Sorry not sorry

Joe Army ™: @myobmaya @loveshotzz @big-ope-vibes @hauntingbastille @littlesubbyflower @sweetsweetjellybean

JOE KEERY © Maika Monroe // Interview Magazine (2020)

[littlesubbyflower]

Slow Dancing — S.H.

Modern!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary - You slow dance with Steve outside of his BMW

3.5k Words

Warnings: None? Actually— Friends To Lovers, Admission of love? idk man this feels like absolute, tooth rotting fluff.

A/N : Doing this as a modern!Steve because when asking my parents about how things were in the 80’s, they responded with “We were between the ages of 1-10 during that time, our teen years were in the 90’s” so Modern!Steve it is! I would also love to shout out all of the wives in the Coven for helping me 🫶🏻 and @myobmaya for always reading my late night screenshots that I send and always helping me run with my ideas 💖

Don’t forget to like and reblog!

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“Ah, I don’t know Robin, I just don’t think she sees me that way.” Steve said, stacking the pile of books on the counter after scanning them in.

“Oh my gosh, you’re such a dingus! She totally has the hots for you.” Robin calls a few aisles over, putting away the cart full of books.

“You think?” Steve asks, looking down at his feet, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. Steve had never been so smitten with a girl since Nancy Wheeler. Steve will never forget how she looked him in his eyes and said he was bullshit, him asking her if she loved him, and her repeating that ‘it’s bullshit.’

Steve was heartbroken, everyone in the party knew it. Robin found out how much damage had been done when she and Steve were in the bathroom together while Steve spilled his guts out in a toilet after drinking too much. Eddie could tell there were tensions between Nancy and Steve, but no one spoke about it really. Dustin tried to give Eddie a ‘long story short’ version, but it was way too confusing for Eddie to put together pieces because the curly haired boy was speaking too quickly.

You hadn’t lived in Hawkins long. You moved in the late spring from a small town in Texas. Being the outcast at your new school, you kept mainly to yourself. The students of Hawkins High made fun of you for your accent on your first full day in the cafeteria, which had caused you to cry in the bathroom your whole lunch period. Robin had heard you crying when she had walked past the bathroom and comforted you as best she could, and the two of you had been inseparable since. Eddie Munson had also managed to rope you into his small group after Dustin wouldn’t shut up about how cool you were

Steve thought the shift was dragging on, despite it being a Friday night, one of the busiest nights of the week for the small bookstore. Every time the bell on the front door would chime, Steve would secretly hope it was you and would quickly hide his disappointment when he saw it wasn’t. The bell rang and Dustin sauntered into the store.

“You will never guess who I just saw at the record shop next door!” Dustin runs up to the counter “Your girlfriend!”

“For the last time, she isn’t my girlfriend. We are only best friends, that’s all!” Steve said, running his hand through his hair. “She’s probably getting that new record from Eddie, they’ve got the same music taste. Who still collects records? I told her I've got an extra spot on my music subscription.”

“No one wants your spotify login, Steve. She’s going to come in, and besides, I think it’s cool as shit that she still collects records, makes her so much cooler! ” Dustin said, seeing the tips of Steve’s ears turning a tinge of pink at the mention of you. Dustin had gone straight to the D&D display to grab a new book before returning to the counter.

“It’s fine if she doesn’t come in, you know.” Steve replied, taking a book from the younger boy.

“You damn near break your neck every time that bell chimes because you secretly wish it WAS her walking in here.”

Steve’s face flushed a bright red at the accusation.

“Can it, Henderson.” He replies, scanning the book on the register and placing it to the side. “Are you renting this one, or buying?”

“Knowing how Eddie gets with his campaigns, I’m going to buy this one.” Dusting grimaced, remembering how he had rented a book a few weeks ago and had to pay for another book.

“Wait, are we talking about -” Robin seemingly pops into the conversation out of nowhere.

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Anyways.. Stevie, are you going to ask her to the party at Bugsy's tonight?” Robin teases.

“Yeah Stevie, are you?” Dustin mocks, fluttering his eyelashes and clasping his hands under his chin.

“Oh my god you two are insufferable.” Steve hides his face in his hands. “The actual worst!”

“You never answered my question, so I'm going to take your silence as a yes.” Dustin smirks, handing Steve the money for the book.

Just then, the doorbell chimed and the three turned their heads quickly to see who had come in.

“Whoa, why are you guys looking at me like that?” you laughed awkwardly, walking up to the counter. You dug the two books out of your bag and smiled at Steve. “Anyways, thanks for the book recommendations, Stevie! They were great!”

“Y-yeah, no problem!” Steve rushed out. “Hey uh, so there’s this… party tonight, and I was won—”

“Sure!” you reply. “Pick me up at 7. Bye Rob, bye Dustin!” you wink, blow Steve a kiss and walk out the door.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” Steve said to no one in particular. Robin and Dustin only shook their heads.

“It happened and he doesn’t even believe it, total Steve move.” Dustin throws his hands up in exasperation

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Back at your mother’s childhood home, you pace back and forth, half dressed, ranting to Eddie.

“Oh my god, what if I was too confident? I mean, I didn’t even give him the chance to answer! I mean for fucks sake I blew him a kiss before I walked out the door!” You throw yourself onto the bed rather dramatically and Eddie just looks at you.

“Sunshine, you’re overthinking this. It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

“What if he doesn’t show up and I'm just sitting on the porch like an idiot?” You ask, sitting up. “Eddie, I’m terrified of that happening again.”

“That’s not going to happen. Steve is different, trust me.” Eddie says, standing.

“Yeah, well, that’s what the cheerleaders said about Andy.” You reply and roll your eyes.

“You wound me, darling, I would NEVER lie to you. I’ve spent some time around him, and he’s not anything like those asshole jocks.”

“I guess I'll just have to take your word for it.”

“Guess you will.” Eddie shoves you. “Please get dressed, people who can see into your first floor window will get so many bad ideas.”

“Sorry, sorry!” standing and grabbing a sweatshirt off of the chair at the desk in the far left corner in the room. “That's it, I'm not going. I'm going to tell Steve that I changed my mind!” You slam yourself down in the chair in a huff after yanking on the sweatshirt.

“No, for the love of heavy metal— absolutely fucking not.” Eddie says, staring at you. “For my own sanity, you are absolutely going to that fucking party with Steve. I can no longer take the pining. You both like each other but are too chicken shit to do anything about it.” Eddie points his finger at you playfully, but his stare held a serious undertone. “If I have to hear from Robin that Steve cannot stop talking about how great you look in that stupid red bikini or any other clothes for that matter and if I hear you talk about how great Steve looks in anything one more time, I'm going to absolutely lose my shit.”

Your cheeks flush a deep red in embarrassment. You open your mouth to speak, but Eddie continues.

“Listen, I love you, but you and Steve need to get your asses in gear before Robin and I take matters into our own hands.” Eddie stands and walks into your closet, pulling out a baby pink and floral white sundress. “Harrington hasn’t shut up about this since you wore it a month ago.” before tossing the garment onto your bed.

You gawk at the boy, eyes as wide as saucers. “You cannot be serious? This dress?” Your face manages to flush a deeper color. “H-he talks about this dress?”

“Serious as a heart attack.” Eddie says, drawing an ‘x’ over his chest.

You look at the dress, weighing your options. You could put on the dress and go to Bugsy’s party and maybe air out your feelings, or you could stay in your room and probably wish you were at the party. Grabbing the dress off the bed, you look at Eddie.

“Guess I'm going to the party.”

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Eddie had left not long after you had decided you were going to the party. He promised to see you there, he just needed to run by Rick’s to stock up on his supply before stopping by to make some deals.

Applying a last swipe of lipgloss and a final spritz of hair spray into your hair, you take one look in the mirror. You adjusted the sleeves of your dress and your fingers immediately dropped to the bottom hem on the skirt, rubbing the fabric between your fingers. You check the clock in the wall for the time, and your heart rate picks up when you notice it’s 6:57. Steve should be here any minute.

Rushing around your room, you find a small purse and shove your lipgloss, a pack of gum, your phone and wallet into. Picking up your strappy sandals, you rush down the stairs calling out your goodbyes to your parents. Once you reach the front door, you stop and put on your shoes and glance at your hair in the mirror next to the door once more, fixing a strand that has now been misplaced. Ruffling your roots and twisting the strands once more, you smile at your reflection and take in a deep breath. On the exhale, you open the door and take two steps before your cheek collides with someone’s chest.

“I’m sorry!”

“Oh god, my bad!”

Steve steadies you, grabbing your upper arms. “I-I should really watch where i’m going.” He looks you up and down before blushing. “Are you okay?”

“I'm okay, Steve. Maybe I should be the one to watch where I'm going.” You blink up at him before your own blush tinges your cheeks and you immediately cast your eyes to the ground.

Steve’s hands are still holding your arms and his touch feels electrifying. He clears his throat before gently dropping his hands. “Y-you ready to go?”

“Oh, sure!” you say looking back up at him and smiling nervously. Steve holds his hand out to you to lead you to his car. You take his hand, feeling electricity jolting from your hand up your arm. Steve felt it too, the way his breath hitched and he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears as you grabbed his hand and he led you to his car.

“Ever the gentleman.” you giggle out as he opens the car door for you and lets you get settled before closing the door and jogging around to the driver’s side before getting in.

“Um, i-if you want, we could listen to your music? Don’t tell the kids though— they’ll be out for my neck.” Steve laughs. “Dustin especially.” He looks over at you and smiles.

“Oh, you— we don’t have to!” You rush out. “Your music will be just fine!”

‘Stop being so nervous!’ You shout at yourself in your head ‘It’s just Steve!’

“No, I insist, really.” Steve smiles again. “Bluetooth your favorite playlist, I’m sure it’s great, plus i’d love to hear what you listen to on a daily basis.

“How would you know? What if it’s all Taylor Swift? Or Harry Styles?” You laugh, turning in your seat to look at him as he starts the car and begins to drive off.

“Well, I guess that’s a risk I am willing to take with you.” He looks over at you and smiles when approaching the stop sign at the end of your street. “You’d be surprised at how much of her music I know, all thanks to Max and El.”

“Well in the wise words of Dean Winchester, ‘driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole’ therefore, you’re picking the music.”

Steve shook his head in laughter. “Guess we will be listening to nothing.” A moment of silence passes before Steve speaks again

“I think I'm going to go off on a whim here, okay?” He looks over at you. “I don’t want to go to that stupid party.” He admits, taking a left down a street to head towards Lover’s Lake.

You visibly relax, breathing out a sigh of relief. “Okay, great. I thought it was just me.” a somewhat nervous laugh bubbles from your chest. “I really don’t like parties.”

“It’s okay, really. I don’t like them anymore either.” He looks at you and smiles again. “We could uh, go out to the lake, maybe? For talking, not- not anything else.”

“Oh! S-sure!” Jumbled thoughts raced around your head. You knew why most of the town’s youth went to Lover’s Lake, it wasn’t that hard to figure out, but Steve Harrington taking you there to ‘just talk’ seemed highly unlikely… However, you decided to humor his spur of the moment plan change.

“Great!” Steve looked over at you and winked.

The drive to the lake was a quiet one, but not the awkward, suffocating type. The type of quiet that was comforting, that people could sit in for hours and not have any issues. Reaching down and playing with the hem of your dress as the passing houses turned into woods, where the asphalt turned into a dirt road leading off towards the lake. Steve parked in the middle of an open field, right in front of where the sun was setting over the water. He rolled down the windows in the car before turning it off and turning to face you.

“You know, you look beautiful.” Steve said to you, voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mention it earlier when I should’ve.” He reaches up, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Y-you think?” You stutter and look down into your lap, a blush covering your cheeks.

“Oh it’s not that I think, it’s that I know that you’re beautiful.” Steve carefully lifts your chin with his hand. “I am so serious, sweetheart. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” His brown eyes bore into yours, flakes of amber and dark brown catch your attention as he leans closer to you and smiles.

Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in closer, the blush on your cheeks deepens. “You’re way too nice to me, Stevie.” You whisper out. “You gonna stare at me all night?” You giggle out, feeling a bit more confident.

“Only if you’ll let me.” He says, voice dripping with honey and a bit of truth. His free hand slowly makes its way to your knee as it gently rests there. “I know you, the you that lives here in Hawkins, but I want to know what you were like before you moved here.”

“Oh, still the same old me.” You speak slowly, the skin on your knee feeling about ten degrees warmer. “Still always collecting records and whatnot.” Smiling that Steve actually wants to get to know you. “I like reading too and I’m pretty decent at crocheting things!”

A boyish laugh bubbles past Steve’s lips. “You crochet?” His eyes hold a half impressed, half curious look. “What kind of things?”

“Blankets.” You murmur out sheepishly. “Like the lavender and cream colored one on Robin’s bed.”

“YOU made that? That’s the softest blanket I think I’ve ever touched.”

“O-oh, yeah I did. I had to learn how to do something while the military packed up my house and moved us here.”

“Military?” Steve looked shocked. “Who’s in the military?”

“Oh, my dad is! He’s stationed in Indianapolis, but my mom grew up here, so they bought her childhood home, and he comes home on the weekends.”

“That’s… interesting.” Steve says, rubbing absent minded circles on your skin, fiddling with his hair with his free hand before bringing it under his chin and resting it there, genuinely listening to every word you’re saying.

“It’s alright I guess. I was very lucky and only moved around a handful of times. Unfortunately, I missed my junior prom because we moved here.” You admit, your voice holding a saddened tone. “So I can’t wait for my senior one this year.”

“Didn’t get your romantic slow dance, did you sweetheart?”

“No Stevie, I didn’t.” You admit.

Steve stops rubbing circles on your knee, looking at you, cocking his head to the side.

“You serious?”

“As a heart attack, Harrington.”

Shaking his head and muttering to himself, Steve starts fumbling with his phone and car stereo, quickly scrolling through his music.

“Everything okay?” You ask, trying to lean forward a bit to look into Steve’s eyes.

“Hm? No, sweetheart, it’s not.”

Disappointment bubbled in your chest, a white hot feeling that you weren’t entirely used to. “Oh..”

“No, no, I didn’t mean it that way. We are going to get you your romantic slow dance. I just need to find the perfect song.” Steve says, placing his hand back onto your knee, still scrolling through his music. “Where is that playlist?” he mutters to himself.

“Aha!” he said after a moment or two, clicking the screen of his phone, then reaching forward and turning the dial to his radio to increase the volume.

“Steve, what exactly are we doing?” You ask, eyeing him down.

“Getting you that slow dance you missed out on.” He says, before getting out of the car and jogging to your side, opening the door and offering you his hand. “May not be super romantic but, it will be something special.”

You’re rendered speechless for a moment. Why would Steve Harrington offer to slow dance with you in the middle of a field? Surely Robin and Eddie were right, maybe he was different than all of the others.

In the back of Steve’s mind, all he could think about was Robin telling him how you weren’t like the girls their age. You were different and he just had to go out on a whim and see it for himself, and god was she right.

You take Steve’s hand and get out of the car, Steve the door closing behind you. He brings you right to the front of his car, in the glow of his headlights.

“Can I have this dance, sweetheart?” He asks, smiling at you as the opening chords of Etta James’ “My Dearest Darling” begin to fill the air.

All I need is someone like you, My Dearest Darling, please love me too

“Oh Stevie, this is such a classic.” You blush and grab his hand. “Who knew you’d be such a charmer.” You giggle, standing closer to him as you place a hand on his shoulder and he carefully places his free hand on the small of your back.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

“More than okay.” You whisper out as he pulls you impossibly close.

Ooh, My Dearest Darling, I offer you my heart.

His brown eyes bore into yours, both of you taking shallow breaths, swaying to the music. The sunset casting the perfect hue onto his face, making his freckles pop against his tanned skin.

“Sweetheart, I need to tell you something.” Steve whispers, slowing the tempo down a bit, but still staying in time with the music.

“Yes?” You ask, never breaking eye contact.

“I-” He stops, taking a deep breath. “Bare with me here.” He laughs nervously. “I am pretty much in love with you.” He takes another deep breath. “I am in love with you, actually. I have been, for months.”

Oh nothing, nothing, nothing in this world could keep us apart.

You stare up at the boy in front of you, heart beating wildly in your chest. You open your mouth to say something before he starts talking again

“You don’t have to say anything back. I-I just wanted to get my feel—”

You cut him off by bringing your fingers up to the nape of his neck, gently pulling him closer and bringing him down for a bruising kiss. His hands immediately grab at your waist and you grab onto his shirt with your free hand.

It was everything you hoped it would be. Steve’s soft lips captured yours, moving in time with your own, deepening the kiss. He wanted to frame this moment in a glass box forever, he wanted to keep every moment, every emotion, every feeling he had in his pocket to replay over and over again.

You pull back after a moment, Steve looked at you with wide eyes, before smiling at you. A wide, toothy grin

“I'm in love with you too, Steve.” You smile. “I think even before I admitted to myself, I think I knew.”

Steve pulls you back in for another kiss, bringing his hand up to cup your jaw. Seemingly out of nowhere, water droplets began falling from the sky, causing you to giggle into the kiss.

“Hope kissing in the rain is on your bucket list, Harrington.” You say after pulling away.

“Only if I can kiss you, sweetheart.”

“Always.”

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Ahh! Thank you so much for reading! As always, reblogs and likes are always appreciated! First published Steve piece! 💖

[littlesubbyflower]

Modern!AU Steve Harrington x Disney!Adult Female Reader

Summary : Steve doesn’t understand why you like Disney so much, he thinks it’s a bit childish. You manage to talk him into going on a trip for your birthday and in his normal Steve fashion, is very sassy about it and is skeptical about the entire trip, but at the end of each night he seems to understand a little more.

Coming Soon!

Part I: Hakuna Matata! (Animal Kingdom)

Part II: This Elevator Feels Like A Trap. (Hollywood Studios)

Part III: How Big is The World Showcase? (Epcot)

Part IV: Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust! (Magic Kingdom)

Extras!!

divider made by @hellfire--cult

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the fact that i am bouncing between four google docs trying to write notes for myself for my Disney Steve fic is a prime example to myself on why I had to take away a deadline for myself. i cannot get shit done in one part if i keep bouncing between four docs

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I don’t have to work this weekend so, i’m literally turning off all social media to WRITE

i’ve had so many things come up and the pieces I want to put out haven’t even been edited or anything. I feel like i’m letting people down, but life just happens.

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hey y’all, I know I was supposed to post part one of my Steve x Disney Reader fic last night, but some stuff came up and i’m working on finishing it as fast as I can!! Fingers crossed I can have it posted tonight!!

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🕶️ Smut

🏀 Fluff

🥀 Angst

📚 Mini Series

The Magic is Calling 📚 - coming soon

Slow Dancing 🏀

No Books, No Crime 🏀

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Just a little snippet of what i’m working on! 🥰

(i’ve decided to drop all four parts at once, pls don’t kill me 🥲)

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anyone up for a cute lil steve one shot later tonight?

I promise it’s gonna be so cute 🥰

[littlesubbyflower]

Like honestly. Steve Harrington could spit on me in the derogatory way and I would say thank you. This side of Steve drives me feral. I totally agree. Man could be yelling and screaming in my face and I would definitely be turned on. The absolute NEED to be manhandled by him is just too much to even put on a scale.

Yeah, he’s alright

would love to be on the receiving end of this bat 🥰

just thirsting over Steve with the nail bat, is all 💖

I NEED him to manhandle me. It’s not a want. It’s a NEED. The anger. The hand movements. The hair. This isn’t fair anymore. He could fuck me with the bat and I’d be so down for it. Nails not included. Because ya know. But just fuck me with it. Fuck me in general. Why does he look so good pissed off? How is he even real? I fucking need this man to nail me as hard as he nailed those demogorgens. I need Steve Harrington inside of me. The flash of his teeth before he swings? Yah let him flash those pearly whites before he slips it in. Tell me how good it feels before he just absolutely goes wild. Use me as a flashlight. A bucket. Anything he wants as long as I get to see that look on his face when he’s completely fucked out. He’s so fucking fine it actually hurts. No one deserves to just walk around looking that THAT. How is that fair? I just want him to put it in one of my holes just once. That’s all I need.

He’s alright