#my stevie 💘

[eddiemunsonsgirl86]

just a silly girl in her 20’s wanting to read about a fictional metalhead and a himbo jock.

[lavenderstobins]

stonathan with transfem stevie is actually the perfect couple because it’s the most beautiful woman alive and her outcast loser boyfriend that she’s obsessed with. stevie’s like “and this is my 🥰✨boyfriend💘😍 jonathan” and jonathan’s standing there looking like a raccoon

[spideystevie]

💘 “it’s not much, but i got you this.” with stevie but friends to lovers vibes 🤭🤭 maybe u got stood up on a valentines date or smth

ruby your brain is sooooo…… the friends to lovers vibe here KILLS me! the way i was giving myself the butterflies writing this…it’s bad for me out here. mutual pining...idiots in love....love being in the little things.... yeah <3 [1.1k] | join the party!

Getting stood up sucked but something about it being Valentine’s Day rubbed just a little bit more salt into the wound. You’re not sure how many more sympathetic, pitying looks you can take. 

“Sweetie, if you’re not gonna order we’re gonna have to ask you to give up the table,” your waitress says, that same sad smile on her face. Her eyes are kind and you know she means well but you can’t handle any more sympathy tonight. You smile at her tightly. 

“Okay,” you relent, pushing your chair out. You pull out a few spare dollar bills you had in your purse and leave them on the table before leaving. When you’re outside and pulling your jacket around yourself to help against the wind, you’re wishing you asked to use their phone.

There’s a payphone maybe a block away you think and you start your trek to it, feeling more angry than anything else now. Stupid Bobby Skeeter, leaving you stranded like that. You scoff to yourself, kicking a pebble with the toe of your boot. 

When you get to the payphone and punch in Steve’s number, you hardly expect him to answer on the first ring.

“Steve?” he responds with your name and before he can get far, you cut him off. “I’m at the payphone off Cherry and Main.” You can hear him shuffling on the other line, hear the jingling of his keys getting snatched off the counter. “Bobby didn’t….”

“I’m on my way,” is all he says and then he hangs up. You stand with the phone to your ear listening to the dial tone for a second before setting it back on the receiver. 

Steve’s headlights flash over where you’re sitting on the curb when he pulls up not even ten minutes later. It should’ve taken him longer but you don’t dare question it. You rise to your feet as Steve gets out of his car and rounds it to give you a hug. 

You hadn’t been all that sad before if you had to be honest with yourself but feeling Steve’s arms around you, squeezing you tight breaks some kind of dam behind your eyes. The first tear slips down your cheek as you wrap your arms tighter around Steve’s neck and hide your face against his collarbone. 

He rubs a hand up your back and lets you hold on for as long as you need in the shine of his headlights. The car is still running behind you two and you can faintly hear a Bruce Springsteen song playing over his stereo. After the song ends, Steve speaks up. 

“Are you hungry?”

You pull your head back with a small, wet laugh and nod. You wipe at your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket, taking a step back. It’s only then does Steve realize how pretty you look, done up for a date that didn’t deserve you. “Starving.”

He takes you to a small diner off Fifth Street on the edge of town and you fill yourselves on greasy cheeseburgers and salty french fries and Steve insists on the two of you getting milkshakes. He makes you laugh and you almost forget all about your failed date.

Afterwards, he takes you home. You sit in his car in front of your house for a minute. In the silence, it’s easy to feel sad and sorry for yourself again. You bite back the prick of tears at the corner of your eyes. 

“I wasn’t even sad at first,” you say, feeling like you need to explain yourself. Steve looks at you, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “At first, I was pissed and I spent the whole walk to the payphone cursing his entire existence. And then…I don’t know,” you scrunch your nose and wipe at your eyes. “I guess it was just a way for me to hide how much it hurt me, you know?”

Steve frowns, eyes scanning over you. He grabs your hand and squeezes it three times, like an apology he doesn’t need to give and a way of letting you know he’s there and he cares. 

“Barry’s an idiot,” he says, purposely getting his name wrong because he knows it’ll make you smile. You roll your eyes. 

“Bobby.”

“Eh,” he shrugs. “Same syllables.”

You let out a soft laugh, looking down at your hands in your lap. 

“I, um. I’ve got something for you,” he says, letting go of your hand and leaning across you to open the glovebox. He pulls out a small wrapped gift and your eyes track it, your heart slowly starting to inflate. He holds it out to you. 

“It’s not much..” you look at Steve and his heart chips away in his chest from how sad your eyes look. “But I got you this.”

You sniffle and wipe your nose with the sleeve of your jacket. You take the wrapped gift from his hands, shifting against the passenger’s seat of the car. 

“You got me a Valentine’s gift?” you ask, voice sounding small. Steve’s cheeks start to warm, turning a light shade of pink that he prays doesn’t show in the dark. His eyes meet yours and he nods, a tight lipped smile on his face. 

“‘Course. Open it,” he nods towards it and you look down at the gift in your lap. You glance back at him once, a tiny smile starting to lift your cheeks. The wrapping is an old brown paper bag but it’s wrapped nice and neat like he took his time with it. (He did.)

You pick at a corner of it and slowly peel back the paper. It doesn’t take you long to uncover his gift to you. It’s a new cassette for your walkman, the one you’d been eyeing lately. The one you’re not even sure you’ve mentioned but one time offhandedly. You think you might start crying again.

“Oh..Steve,” you utter his name so softly, like it’s something delicate and fragile. You swallow, tracing along the album cover art. He follows the movement of your hands with his eyes and then looks back up at your face, just as you’ve wiped away a new set of tears. 

“Oh god...do you..is it..” he can’t get his words out and when you look at him with a beaming smile, eyes teary, he’s truly rendered speechless. 

“It’s perfect. I love it,” I love you, you want to say but you bite your tongue. Instead, you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Stevie.”

He blinks, cheeks burning furiously now. He smiles at you and nods once. 

“Anything for you.”

You have to bite on your lip to contain your grin.

[xmalfoyweasleyx]

18+!!

Imagine you call Steve ‘daddy’ for the first time, accidently. It just slips out of you mouth when he’s fucking you into the matress. His face is pressed into your neck and your bodies couldn’t be any closer. The moments he hears you say the word he looks up at you witj shocked eyes immediately.

“I-I’m sorry. I..” you stutter

“Say it again” he groans with darkening eyes

“Please daddy” you moan out with begging eyes.

He answers you with a high pitched whimper. It’s like, really the most sexy sound ever. He grabs your hip’s tightly and starts pounding into you harder.

“I’m your daddy, that’s right beautiful girl, my good girl” he groans into your ear.

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feel free to send me your thoughts about stevie boy💘💘

[bitchinbarzal]

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mamahischier

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mamahischier happy birthday to my favourite valentine. the day you were born was the best day of our lives 💘✨

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haileybieber happy birthday to the best little pr manager! you make meetings 10x better ris 🥺💘

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nicohischier happy iris-tines! love you to the moon & back squish 💌

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ninahischier happy birthday schatzi!!

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barzal97 happy birthday to our favourite daughter! 🩵

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mamabarz happy birthday our sweet Iris we love you babygirl! 💘🥺

mamahischier 🥺 she’s the luckiest girl

[munsonsreputation]

Hi Kay!!! Here’s a toast for you 🥂 And also an idea: one bed trope with Steve “I don’t share bed” Harrington and reader? (Steve gives me this “I hate to share beds, but I would do it with you” vibes) Do your magic, baby 💙

effie!!!! 🧚

one bed tropes are my favorite and i couldn't wait to work on this request!!! i loved it so much and i totally think that steve would hate sharing his bed!! that man loves to hog the pillows and blankets--likes his own space in general...but you're an exception!!! 🛏❤️

i hope i did your request justice and thanks so much for your sweet words and our fun chats!!! i love you so much!!!!! 💘💘💘

A road trip to Steve’s parents’ cabin sounded like a fun idea at first. Everyone piled into Eddie’s van he let you all borrow for the trip and the route began. Music playing, laughter resounding through the cramped car, heads rested on shoulder while others napped—it was pretty great.

You got the lucky job of sitting shot gun next to Steve, reading off directions from the map and making conversation to keep him awake for the rest of the drive. It was safe to say that you enjoyed Steve’s company a lot, not that you two were super close by any means, but you two just sort of gravitated towards one another naturally.

Robin was the one who introduced you two in the first place, which then led to her inviting you to her and her friends’ weekend adventures from time to time, allowing yourself to get closer to the rest of the gang who welcomed you with open arms. You immediately hit it off with Steve, laughing at his jokes and talking to him about everything under the sun. He was pretty cool and to be quite honest with you; you were ecstatic when we invited you to the cabin for the weekend.

The only problem was that the road trip started at six p.m. which then went on until ten since traffic and the multiple pit stops that Steve had to take because Mike and Dustin drank three whole cans of cola at the beginning of the trip. So when you all finally arrived at the cabin, everyone was out of their minds fatigued and wanted nothing more than to sleep on an actual pillow than Eddie or Robin’s shoulders.

“Finally! I’m exhausted!” Robin announced dramatically, letting herself in first after Steve had unlocked the doors to the small cabin.

Everyone followed behind her, looking around the place and making themselves at home. Steve grunted, hauling in the rest of the kids’ bags with the help of you who fought back your laughter while you held the door open for him.

“T-thanks!” He cringed out, dumping the bags near the front door while you grinned and locked it up.

“No problem, Stevie.” You spoke, patting him on the back while you followed him into the living room where everyone was hanging around waiting for Steve to tell them where their rooms were.

“Look there’s three rooms upstairs,” He pointed up as if you all didn’t know where it was, making everyone roll their eyes meanwhile you couldn’t help but giggle at how much of a dad he looked like.

“Mike, Dustin, Will, and Lucas—you four in one room. El and Max. And Robin and—”

“Me! And I want the side farthest from the door…I don’t want to get killed first!” Eddie shouted, racing up the steps with everyone else following behind him, arguing that they wanted dibs on the best room.

You had assumed that you and Robin would share a room. You two would always sleep in the same bed during sleepovers and whatnot, but you had forgotten that Eddie and Robin were also pretty close, so you couldn’t blame him for taking your place when you never asked.

Steve shook his head, mumbling a “goddamnit, Munson” under his breath before turning over to you with an apologetic smile.

“I’ll umm go get Eddie. He can take the couch and you and Robs can room together.”

But before he could walk towards the stairs you clutched his arm, shaking your head, “No no no, don’t worry about it. He seems excited to room with Robin! I don’t want to ruin his fun.”

You looked behind you, the leather brown couch looking to do the job for the night. As long as Steve had a spare blanket and pillow, you were sure that you could make do with it for the next two days. “I can take the couch! It actually looks pretty comfortable!”

Plopping yourself down onto the cushions, you wiggled, getting as comfortable as you could to show him that it would do. A smile on your face that didn’t seem to convince him whatsoever. He knew that couch was far from comfortable; he had to sleep on it the one time all of his little cousins took the rooms and it was far from a goodnights rest to say the least.

Steve shook his head, “No, I can’t let you sleep on the couch, doll, you’re a guest. I can take the couch and you can take the master bedroom down here.”

He was already picking your duffle bag off the floor before you could protest, leading you to trail behind him, struggling to seize your belongings from him, “No, Steve, that’s not fair! You’re the one who drove us all the way here. You should have the best room.”

Steve snickered, bearing your bag up higher so that you couldn’t reach it as he continued down the hallway to the bedroom, “Yeah, and you kept me up for those four hours, so you deserve a bed too. I’ll let you have it!”

You whined, stomping your foot against the wooden floors as he chuckled, shaking his head at your adamance before he reached the room.

“This is it,” Steve said, gesturing towards the door. “The master bedroom.”

He opened it, revealing the expanse of the bedroom that was fully furnished. A king sized bed in the center of the room that was fairly cozy and as you peered in some more, you could see a door that led to the bathroom which was attached.

“Steve…” You said guiltily, turning to him as he gestured you into the room, placing your bag down at the foot of the bed, “I can’t let you do this for me. You’ll wake up in the morning with a sore back if you sleep on that thing!”

He laughed, raising his brows amusingly while he crossed his arms, “So the couch wasn’t really comfortable huh? I knew you were lying!”

You furrowed your brows, realization hitting you as you tried to shake your head, “W-what?! No! Of course, it was comfortable! But you’re like six feet, you’ll be all cramped on that thing is what I meant!”

Again, he didn’t seem convinced, but he was impressively entertained by the way you were able to come up with a coverup on the spot. He knew you were just bluffing so that he could take the bed and you would go back on the couch. Not on his watch.

Steve rolled his eyes playfully, “Come on, don’t be like that. It’s just a room. Plus, I’m a gentleman. I can’t let a lady sleep on the couch.”

He was a gentleman. You’d give him that no problem. But still, you weren’t satisfied with this whole situation.

“W-what if we share the bed?” Your voice heightened when you asked the question, unsure if he would be comfortable sharing a bed with you for the next two nights.

You almost looked timid, shoulders ceasing in with your cheeks buried to your side as you looked over at him with sincerity, “Only if you’re comfortable! Sorry! I shouldn’t have—”

His eyes widened a bit, shaking his head to assure you that he wasn’t uncomfortable. He knew you were asking it out of the kindness of your heart. If he had offered the room to someone else like Eddie or Dustin, he was sure the twerps wouldn’t even consider offering the share—he was thankful that you did otherwise.

“You sure? I snore y’know.” The hint of teasing pulling at the corners of his mouth as he watched you relax and giggle.

“Yeah, Harrington, I think I’ll manage.” You smirked.

“I’ll let you have the bathroom first. I’m just gonna go grab my bags and make sure everything’s locked up.” He said as you nodded, reaching for your bag while he left the room and closed the door behind him to give you some privacy.

In all honestly, you were scared shitless to share a bed with him. Not that he made you uncomfortable or anything, but he was Steve Harrington for god fucking sakes!

The closest that you and Steve had ever been to sharing a bed was when you all decided to watch a horror movie which led to you and Steve screaming and trembling in each other’s arms while the others did the same to the person nearest to them.

Maybe you had developed a teeny tiny crush on him after that, but you were sure that Steve wouldn’t feel the same, so you just left it at that. But tonight it really felt nerve-wracking.

What if you sleep talked and said something embarrassing. What if you stole all the blankets and left Steve cold for the rest of the night? What if you accidentally kicked him in the shins? What if your boob popped out of your tank top and he woke up with your tits right in his face?

Holy shit.

What if you just shut the fuck up?

The hot shower didn’t seem to ease your nerves as much as you liked, but it was just going to be tonight and two more nights of sharing a bed with Steve. Everything was going to be ok. It was all in your head. Plus, Steve said he snored, which probably meant he was a deep sleeper so he would be out in no time before he could hear you sleep talk or feel you hog the blankets. Hopefully.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you were surprised to see Steve sitting on the bed, looking over a comic book he had found lying around probably from when he was a kid. When the door opened, he turned his head to you, standing in the doorway, pulling your hair out of the low bun you had it in to prevent it from getting wet.

You probably didn't think anything of it, considering the fact that you wore this exact pajama set all the time, but you had forgotten that Steve would be seeing you in it. It wasn’t anything inappropriate, just a silk tank top and silk shorts to match, though it was a little snug, hugging your body tightly and leaving nothing to the imagination with the flimsy fabric sticking to your damp skin.

“Crap..I-I can change if you have a shirt I can borrow?” You stammered the apology as you could feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Steve shook his head, looking a bit flustered himself. “No, no, it’s fine. I mean, it’s great. You look great. I mean, your pajamas look great. Not that you don’t look great, but...I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

He reached a nervous hand to the back of his neck, feeling the fever of his blood bolting from not knowing how to shut up in front of you. Meanwhile, you felt a little more at ease at Steve’s previous words. He was just as nervous as you, which made you feel a little less bad about your own nervousness.

“Do you wanna shower?” You proposed, walking over to your bag and placing your dirty clothes into the separate compartment from your clean ones.

He shuffled up from the bed, placing his comic on the nightstand, “Uh yea…was the shower pressure fine?” He sought, bending down towards his own bag and pulling out a pair of sweatpants.

“Yeah, and the water is nice and hot.” You smiled warmly as he returned it before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door softly.

You decided it was best that you settle into bed already, choosing to take the side farthest from the door. The sheets were soft and thick enough to engulf warmth over your bare legs in the middle of the chilly night.

You had wondered why Steve hadn’t come down here more often, considering the serenity and privacy that the cabin provided. From the windows you could see the grassy mountains and tall trees hovering over the woods—it was a different scene from the Hawkins you were used to and surely a nice change of pace.

When Steve emerged from the shower, you turned your head, seeing him shirtless with a pair of sweatpants hanging loosely over his hips. Thankfully, the sheets had hidden your blushing cheeks and cheeky smile away from his view.

“Is it ok if I wear this to bed?” He sought, looking a bit self-conscious of his bare chest out without considering that fact that you’d be so close to him.

You nodded, trying to play it cool with a smile still plaster under the covers.

“Yeah, it’s nice. You look comfortable.”

Steve grinned, walking over to the other side of the bed and gently tugging the sheets back. “So, you’re giving me the side closest to the door, huh?”

Laughing, you nodded your head while you scooched over, giving him more room on his side, “What Eddie said really stuck,” you quipped lightly.

“I have enough space. You can come closer if you want.” Steve assured you once he got in, his arm accidentally brushing against yours.

You hummed thankfully, dragging the blankets with you as you moved closer to him, only an inch or so separating your bodies as you both tried to get as comfortable as possible. Though for you it seemed impossible as you kept tossing and turning, the bed so big yet the space feeling so tight, you felt like you were drowning in the mattress and sheets.

“Are you okay?” Steve turned his head to your slightly, a small smile on his face letting you know he was irritated at you incessant moving.

Wiggling your shoulders, trying to find a comfy position, “Yeah, sorry, I keep moving,” you muttered, feeling guilty for him needing to put up with you.

Steve chuckled faintly, turning his entire body to face you, his head snugly resting on the plush pillow beneath him, “It’s okay, I do the same thing too.”

“Really?”

You followed his movements and facing him as he nodded assuringly. The two of you smiling like sleepy idiots in the massive bed.

“I usually cuddle another pillow to fall asleep.” You blurted out, without thinking, immediately shutting up as the words left your mouth.

A look of curiosity fell over his face and his eyebrows rose, “Does it work?”

You nodded, pulling the sheets down so he could see you, “Yeah…It’s helps me relax and fall asleep faster.”

Silence fell over you two as you tried to close your eyes and fall asleep the old-fashioned way, but Steve kept his open, watching the way your tense eyelids fluttered, knowing you were not going to fall asleep like that. It would only be a matter of time until you were tossing and turning again and he knew that both you and him needed a good night’s sleep for tomorrow’s festivities.

He practiced the words in his head first. Trying to come up with the best possible way to ask you without making the situation awkward all over again. He didn’t mind and if you didn’t, then he was willing to take the chance to ask.

“Well, I could...um...I could cuddle you if you want. You know, to help you fall asleep easier.”

You swore you could hear your heartbeat faster and feel the blood rush to your cheeks when he asked the question. Your skin getting warmer just at the thought of having Steve’s arms wrapped around you. Slowly you began to open your eyes, meeting him in the pale moonlight that snuck in.

“A-are you sure?” you asked, trying to stabilize your shaky voice.

He nodded, a lipped smile on his face, “Yeah, I don’t mind at all…maybe it’ll help me sleep too.”

“Okay.” You whispered, looking at him nervously until he opened his arms and gestured you to lie into him.

You turned over, facing the opposite way as you scooched back, his arms already wrapping around you, guiding you more in until your back met his bare chest.

“This ok?” He murmured softly, looking down at you where your head nuzzled just beneath his chin and halfway onto his pillow.

“Perfect.” You nodded, already closing your eyes with a ditzy smile on your face.

He laid back, a similar smile on his face, as he could feel the softness and warmth of your bare arms. The silky material being the only thing separating his chest from your skin, yet it felt like you guys were meshing together easily. Like you were a missing piece to his puzzle as you laid there with your arms wrapping around his on your midsection.

Never in a million years would he had ever thought that he’d get to be this close to you. The only time he had gotten to hold you like this is when those damn kids convinced you all to watch a horror movie. You had buried your face into his chest after one of the characters had gotten beheaded and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you despite his own astonishment at the film and screams for Dustin to shut it off.

Maybe he wished that he didn’t tell Dustin to turn it off because he would’ve gotten to spend the rest of the night with you in his arms, but maybe that loss time was being made up now. Though he hoped you couldn’t feel like heart thumping against your shoulder—he was regretting not wearing a shirt.

For a moment you let yourself bask in the feeling of being in Steve arm’s once again, this time without the horrific screams of your friends. His arms wrapped securely around you, making you feel safe, not that you didn’t feel like you were, but he was like an extra blanket of security and warmth around you.

The both of you longing for this closeness, but not knowing that the other felt the same.

Not until now.

Steve’s breath fanned over your skin slightly as he took a deep breath in and out, preparing his words carefully as he didn’t want this moment to end, “I think you’re the only person I’d ever share a bed with.”

Your heart burned, and so did your body, he could feel your skin heating up and your arms tugging his tighter around you while you let out a sound of contentment mixed with a short laugh, “I’m honored…and you’re better than any other pillow.”

He chuckled deeply, pulling you closer, and you smiled as you felt his lips lay a kiss to the top of your head, “Glad I could be of service.”

The two of you knew no other words had to be spoken to tell each other how you felt. It was just that simple and easy to read and understand each other. And even easier to share a bed and hold one another as you two drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

BONUS SCENE:

The sounds of loud footsteps running through the cabin followed by the shouts and screams stirred Steve awake from his dream. He rubbed at his eyes, listening to the sounds come closer, the familiar voices of his friends letting him know they were up to something.

Meanwhile, his sleepy gaze fell over your body beside him, still fast asleep and limbs tangled around his body as you snored softly. You were a cute and heavy sleeper, something he would have to remind himself to tell you later on today.

“Steve! Open up…Hurry!” Robin’s voice reverberating outside the door while multiple fists clanged on the lumber.

His eyes widened, easing your arms from around him as he stepped out of bed and walked swiftly to the door to see what the commotion was about. When he pulled it open, everyone dressed in their pj’s and bedhead staring at him in horror.

“What the—”

Before he could speak, there were an array of speeches speaking over one another. El and Lucas who looked like they were about to cry while the others just kept talking making it hard for him to follow along.

“One at a time!” Steve whispered shouted, now fully awake as they all shut their mouths and everyone looked at Dustin first.

“We can’t find her! We searched allllll the rooms. Maybe she got kidnapped during the night? We have to call the police!” Dustin exclaimed as everyone nodded their heads in agreement before their faces of concern turned into confusion.

Steve failed to stifle the laugh, his throat heaving with humor as he couldn’t believe the absurdity of it all. He watched their faces contort, Robin thrusting her hand forward to nudge his shoulder passively aggressively for his laughing they didn’t seem to understand in the moment.

“Guys…” Steve started, shaking his head before looking back towards the bed and seeing you still asleep, “She’s in here.”

He opened the door wider, revealing your sleepy body encased by the blankets, as you had no idea they were all standing there looking on in shock.

“How in the world…” Max tilted her head, looking between Steve and you.

Eddie smirked, whistling lowly towards Steve, “Finally, dude.”

“Wait what?” Lucas and Dustin said at the same time.

El and Will were a little less invasive, with a simple, “Awww.”

Then of course the little shit head Mike, had to go too far, “What the hell? You guys had sex?!”

“Shut up!” Steve smacked the top of his head gingerly, pushing the door enough to conceal you once again as they tried to peer in but were unable to.

“We didn’t have sex.”

He looked at Eddie glaring, “She was supposed to room with Robin, but you took her spot.”

Eddie winced, mouthing an “I’m sorry,” that didn’t look quite genuine considering the sly smile he had on his face, followed by the wink he shot him.

“But you hate sharing your bed…” Dustin said to himself deliberately as everyone agreed, letting that sink in before they finally realized.

“You like her?!”

Steve’s cheeks flushed a bright red, already giving his friends an answer as she giggled and turned to each other, making kissy faces that had him rolling his eyes.

“Stevie?” your hoarse voice called out as you blindlessly felt the empty spot that Steve was supposed to be in.

He looked behind him, seeing you whining as your hands tapped the bed, still half asleep. Looking back at his friends who still hadn’t wiped the smirks of their faces, he sighed, “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be going back to bed.”

“Hmm, sure, you will.” Max teased, crossing her arms as she turned and walked away.

Steve rolled his eyes once more, going to shut the door, but before it could, a hand pushed back from the other side firmly. Robin peeking in as she smiled.

“I told Eddie to room with me by the way…I couldn’t stand seeing you guys act so oblivious.”

His eyes widened as Robin’s toothy grin took up her face, “Byeeeeee!” and with that she skipped away, cackling successfully, while Steve couldn’t help but chuckle and lock the door.

“I’m back, doll.” Steve said quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he lifted the covers and got back into bed with you.

Your arms instantly wrapping around his midsection as you nuzzled your face into his chest, breathing in his scent, “S’ok…what did they want?”

His fingers stroked your hair, beaming down at your sleepy state already getting comfortable again in his arms. “They were just wondering where you were.”

“Can we stay in bed a little longer?” You mumbled into his chest, halfway to falling back into slumber again.

He snickered, cooing lovingly as he rested his chin on top of your head and wrapped his arms tighter to pull you closer.

“As long as you want.”

robin + eddie teaming up!! sorry, i couldn't help it...they're such masterminds <3

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i love making friends but i am a very difficult person because of the #ailments. i have a flimsy moral compass and i am a huge moron. sorry in advance about it, but i am a bad person

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i tag stuff that's me under #mimicore🦠 and funny shit under #hall of fame. i don't really post consistently about anything so this account is just a bunch of whatever

[creedslove]

This is going to be really stupid but I felt really weird about the new photos of Pedro and Dakota at the Stevie Nicks concert.

A part of me is like 😭✨😭❤️❤️ because he's gorgeous but I had to go for a walk for a while and get off social media because I was feeling bad and I don't have to.

I think it is also important to step away and know how to set limits on the hours in which one uses networks.

I am aware that this is ridiculous but the fact that this has bothered me in some way or made me feel bad has more to do with me and that I should set limits with the content I consume.

I belong to a great fandom, Pedro's, and I would be very happy for him if he is happy, but I wouldn't want to ruin how nice it is to be in the fandom through harmful and toxic behavior.

I wanted to vent.

Pedro genuinely looks happy and handsome and he seems to be having a great time, he deserves it a lot.

❤️❤️❤️

Hey baby, first of all, it's very sweet of you to chose me to vent, it makes me feel glad to know you feel safe enough to vent about that and I promise you you won't be judged at all ❤️

It's not stupid though, it's relevant for you and it's your feelings, your feelings are involuntary, you cannot choose to feel a certain way or another, so it's okay baby...

I guess everyone felt a lil jealous of Pedro today, even if we all know they are good friends, they did look like a couple in some pictures, but that's alright, he is very affectionate and I guess physical touch is his love language, she isn't the first one he touches like that and it won't be the last one, and you are right about how happy he was, it's incredible to see him having so much and clearly enjoying the concert around his friends, it was very sweet.

I guess what we all felt jealous of was the fact we wanted to be in that situation, to hang out with him, have him all dorky, sweet and excited ❤️ however, feeling that intensity of jealousy the way you did, in which it made you feel bad and you had to step away from social media for a while isn't normal, but I'm glad to see you are aware of that as well, I am no expert, but I guess it reflects some type of emotional void in which you try to fill it with Pedro? It's good to look up into that honey, so you can see what can be done about it and prevent yourself from getting hurt like that... But at the same time, as I said, feelings are involuntary, and you can't help feeling that way...

I really hope you'll feel better about all this and that it won't happen again, I know how painful it is to be jealous (I was a very jealous person when I was a teenager) and I used to feel jealous of everyone, famous people, my friends, family members etc, and it's a horrible feeling, because I very often put people in an uncomfortable situation (my friends) and I suffered so much, so I get it, on a level I get what you felt baby 💘

I'm always here for you if you want to vent or talk about it, I can't promise to answer your ask that fast because I haven't spent a long time here lately, but whenever I can, I will reply! I love you, you are not alone honey! ❤️❤️❤️ You're always welcome to stop by, okay? Love you 😘

[musette22]

I came across that clip in CW where Steve says that Rumlow saying Bucky made him feel like a 16 years old again and I can't help but think of a 17 year old Bucky telling a 16 year old Steve that he loves him for the first time. Steve being completely shocked and not believing Bucky because he could have anyone so why would he choose his asthmatic friend who keeps falling sick all the time and Bucky having to assure Steve that he loves him regardless of how society perceives him and he isn't going to change his mind so Steve might as well get on board with the idea.

Also Bucky calling Steve 'Stevie' is my absolute favourite thing and I'm a 100% sure that Steve would punch anyone else who tried to call him that but when Bucky does it, it feels like home.

Aaaahhhh yes, I'm such a sucker for the prewar love confessions trope 😫 Well, to be fair, I'm a sucker for Stucky love confessions at any age and in any era, but ugh, prewar Stucky is just special, isn't it? 💘 Poor Steve would have so much trouble believing Bucky really loved him that way, really wanted him, of all people, but Bucky would his very best to convince him (he's very good at that though, of course)

And I know the public opinion on Bucky calling Steve 'Stevie' is split, but I personally absolutely love it when it's used well and sparingly 💜 There’s just something so endearing about their nicknames for each other that no one else uses, you know? Buck and Stevie, sitting in a tree 🥺

[the-tj-hammond]

*I lean over and cup your check with my hand as I lean my head on your hand* would have danced with you too back then we would have to go to a secret gay bar back then do everything in secret. *my eyes bride with tears* my heart belongs to you then and now nothing changes *I cup your hand over my heart looks at you* I love you for you baby thank you baby would you stil love me if I was sick and frail scrawny person back then? *I grin leans over cups your checks kiss your lips* do you want to meet him soon baby?

Nothing could have kept me from loving you, Stevie. *I brush away the stray tears that fall with my thumbs.* And I would have danced with you no matter what. *I kiss you back and smile against your lips.* I'd love to meet him, but...would he want to meet me? *I suddenly get nervous, biting my lip.*

[dukesmebby]

i really never thought id be able to do something like this, so thank you guys. thanks for being such a welcoming and loving 'lil community. thank you for following and giving my work some love sometimes. just, thank you!

(dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more)

You're all invited to my Sleepover! We are going to gossip all about our favorite boys (stevie and eds), play some of the classic sleepover games, share our favorite stories since the last time we’ve talked, all while listening to the best tunes!

If you want to hear how i've been (the hc's that won’t leave my head) this is probably your best bet. I would also love to hear how you've been so don't be afraid to let me know!

Boy Talk- send in 💘 a character + concept or hc and i'll give you some of my fav headcanons! or you can send in 💗 a character + your fav hc for them (nsfw for steve and eddie only please)

if theres nothing juicy going on right now, we can always just turn up the music and dance the night away.

Dance Party- Send in 🩰 and your favorite song/ a song recommendation + a lil bit about yourself/ your aesthetic and i'll make a moodboard for you based off of that! 

if you aren't much of a dancer yourself, we can always just play some games. we just have to make sure we arent laughing too loud. can't wake up mom!

Spin the bottle- send in 🎱 + an ask game! I'll be linking a list that you can choose questions from if you want but this is also open to would you rather/ fmk/ cym! (ask games!)

i know you have been itching to tell someone about that one thing you can't stop thinking about, please let it be me you tell. i want to know what he did. i want to know what they said! you're telling me she did what?!

Share your stories!- send me 💓 + your favorite author, fic, headcanons, blurbs, or even just fav blogs to share some love! (yes your fav can be something of your own, you worked hard on it and it deserves to be put out there!) 

Rules: 

Celebration will be lasting 2/11/23 until 2/25/23

I will do hc’s for all stranger things characters but I will only do nsfw hc’s for steve and eddie. Please respect that!

tagging some moots to get the word out, ily all sm<3: @munsonswife @translatemunson @bisexual-byers @paranoidmunson @idkmanijustwannawrite @billysprettyboy @katsu28 @matchamunson @munsonology @stvharrngton @schoopsahoy @steveharringtonscarkeys @niceboyeds @hellfireclubs @luvmunson @l4venderf4iry @edsbug @honeymunson @toxic-aries @sw34terw34ther @reidstyleshotch @stevestummy @lil-quinnie @munsonsreputation @crappymixtape @reanimated-alice

[starstruckfangirlsposts]

These posts were in my feed in the exact order seen here. I couldn't help but see the similarities of each photo! Here are some emojis to help clarify: 👱‍♂️❤️👱‍♀️❤️👱‍♀️❤️🎵🎤🖤🤍

Oh, I also ship Robert and Stevie so hard. More on that later. 👀👱‍♂️👱‍♀️💘

[oh-mydarling]

hey friend! Asking you the asks. 26, 27, and 30 <3

Hello! Thank you for asking! 💘

26. What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

I sleep with a teddy every night because my grandad gave it to me when I was little! I can’t think of much else though hahaha

27. What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

My favourite of all time is wuthering heights <3 such a magical + special story and the inspiration for my own writing

30. What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

Oooh fave question!! I’m very excited to finish exam season (I am in the trenches), enjoy the rest of my time living abroad, and to see Stevie Nicks in July!! 🪄🥂

[bitchinbarzal]

little peanut | jack hughes | life of stevie au!

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jackhughes “how’s stevie dealing with it?” Pretty well! peanut loves her peanut 🤍🫶🏼

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trevorzegras steven ur gonna be a big sis!!

nicohischier “my baby, nico it’s my baby!” 😭😭

yourusername she’s protective what can I say

njdevils oh em ghee 🥹

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yourusername soaking up this time with my angel girl before she has to share me. my first born, always my baby 🖤

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jackhughes i’m emotional

alexturcotte 💘

naterbastian she’s the best

lhughes_06 we love stevie

[munsonsreputation]

Hi!! Congrats on 200🎉 for the celebration ask, request #5 a short blurb! Steve x reader fluff :)

hi, love!!!! thank you so much for the kind words...i hope i was able to do your request justice!! i love some steve fluff and this was just something that came to me out of nowhere and i thought this would be perfect!!! I hope you like it 🤓💘✨💐

“twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine…” 

Your lips pulled away from his skin, taking a deep breath as he shook his head, laughing beneath you until…”Thirty!” 

“Are you seriously going to count every single one of my moles?” Steve questioned, pulling you up gently with his thumb and forefinger on your chin. 

You could feel his chest rising and down where you rested your hand as you saluted with a sickly sweet smile displayed on your face. 

The night was still young in his room where the moon peeked in and out of the window, cascading the two of you in a blue blush. It was nights like this one, just filled with spending fleeting time with each other. It was your favorite. There was no other comfort than being in his bed, and having his heartbeat so close to yours. Such an intimate yet simple moment that would never get old. 

“Why? Do you think my lips will get chapped by the end of it?” You proposed jokingly, puckering your lips towards him. 

He snickered, running his thumb across the bottom of your lip, feeling the mixture of plump and dry parts of the skin that he loved. “They’re always perfect, baby.” 

You grinned like an idiot, turning your head slightly to kiss his palm before finally settling your head on his chest. Counting his moles would probably take forever and while you loved every single one, you’d much rather spend tonight gazing at his ceiling and save the mole-kiss-counting for another day. 

“How many moles do you think you have?” You sought curiously, walking your fingers carelessly from his belly button up to his chest then back down. 

Steve ran a soft hand over your shoulder then down your arm, repeatedly with a hum, thinking to himself. 

“Well, I’ve got quite a few on my back.” 

You snorted, tucking your chin deeper into his skin craving to be as close as possible, “More like a gazillion!” 

“I do not have a gazillion moles on my back!” He retorted, lifting his head up off the pillow slightly to see you laughing against his skin. 

“Baby, I’ve seen you naked a handful of times. I think I know how much would be on your back.” 

Steve rolled his eyes with no actual harm, just continuing to feel your skin against his palm. This was everything to him. No need for fancy fancy date nights, though they were nice occasionally, but this right here talking about nonsense with you was better than anything else in this cruel world. He’d ditch all the parties in this town, wanting to spend every night with you talking about anything under the sun, even his endless amount of moles. 

“I love you.” He murmured into your hair as he looked down to kiss the top of your head. 

“What was that?” You asked, pulling your face away from his chest and looking up at him. 

“I said I love you.” Steve said again, removing his hand from your arm as you moved up, just enough for your lips to hover over each others. 

You smiled, nuzzling your nose against his as he closed his eyes at the soft feeling, “I know, I just wanted to hear you say it again.” 

His eyes opened, looking at you ridiculously as you giggled, pressing your lips to his and you continued to laugh, eventually him joining in. 

When you pulled away, the smiles radiating off the both of you didn’t dissipate as you whispered, “I love you too, Stevie.” 

[evansbby]

AHHHHHH HE GOT FLOWERS🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 . It's alright Stevie don't hit the wall I forgive you let's just sit for a while and breath okay?🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️ Look look my baby is getting better he got flowers 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💘💘💘🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍🤩🤩🤩🤩😌😌😌💞💞💞💞

Fuck Ari

Not you sitting with him and helping him breathe 😂😂😂😂

The number one wg!Steve fan right here! 😭😂😂🩷🩷