#steve harrigton blurb

[pappydaddy]

right behind you (s.h.)

a/n: once again, ignore the title please! i suck at titles sometimes! but this is a surprise fic because i heard that it was one of my lovely moots birthdays today! and i know they have been going through a really hectic time in their lives right now so i wanted to put a smile on their face! especially since this moot has been with me since like day one of my blog and their continued support has been a godsend!

so, without further ado, here is your surprise birthday fic @the-weeping-author! i was kind of stumped for what to write for you, but i know how much you love eternal flame so i figured i would make a prequel to it for you! i hope you love it lovely! and a big happy birthday to you! 💛

tv show/movie: stranger things | pairing: steve harrington x fem!wheeler!reader

not requested

prequel to eternal flame

synopsis: steve protects y/n, showing he will aways be right behind her and will always have her back.

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warnings: spoilers for season 2 (kinda) | violence | billy being billy | blood mentioned | fluff sprinkled in

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  The fall of King Steve didn’t bother Steve too much, particularly because he realised that the “King Steve” personna was not all that it was cracked up to be. And, because he had more important things in life then popularity. Y/N Wheeler being one of them. He had always noticed her. When she was sitting in the cafeteria with her friends or walking around the parking lot at school. Somehow, he never realised why he would always notice her. Not even when he was dating her sister last year or when he had rescued her from the demogorgon before he even knew what a demogorgon was, had he realised. It wasn’t until they were in that junkyard with a gaggle of kids, beating off a herd of demodogs. He remembered the moment so clearly. 

  He was out there by himself, a stupid decision on his part, surrounded by creatures straight from his nightmares. He had failed to notice one creeping up on him, belly to the ground - ready to pounce. He could hear the creek of the bus door being forced open, the startled calls of the kids behind him. His heart was beating too loud to hear what they were saying, his bat wound up. Whirling around to yell at them for opening the door, his words died in his throat when he saw the demodog spring from the ground towards him. A scream ripped from his throat as he stumbled backwards, falling on his ass, his eyes wide. 

  Just before the creature landed on him, another body side checked it, causing it to fall to the dirt with a thud. Breathing heavily, Steve looked up at his saving grace, seeing Y/N standing there, another bat raised high in the air as the demodog jumped back up, growling at her. The moonlight rained down on her like a spotlight from where Steve sat on the ground. In that moment, he swore he could see a halo around her head. “Steve,” She yelled, eyes never leaving the demodog as it stalked towards her. “What the hell are you doing,” She cried, snapping him back to reality. “Get your ass up! You might as well be bait if you’re just gonna sit there!” 

  A loud snarl ripped through the air as the demodog lunged at her before a loud thud was heard followed by a yelp. Steve’s eyes landed on movement from the shadows, seeing a monster emerging, their stomach low to the ground, their weird petal-like lips ripping in silent growls. His eyes widened and his blood ran cold when he saw it was headed right for Y/N. “Watch out!” He yelled, springing up from the ground, his hand grabbing his bat from the dirt beside him. In one fluid motion, he pulled the bat back and aimed it right at the creature, the nails embedding into its head. 

  “There are too many, Steve,” She yelled as the demodog Steve just shook off the hit, its skin regenerating from where the nails dug into its skull. “We need to get back on the bus,” Her chest rose and fell in panic, their backs hitting each other. For a second, it was like the electricity her touch sent through Steve’s body electrocuted his brain, stopping all brain activity for a moment. “Steve!” She yelled when he didn’t respond in any way.

  “You run for the bus, I will be right behind you!” Steve ordered her. He felt her back leave his, a sign she wasn’t wasting anytime to follow his orders. He responded equally as fast, whirling around to see her converse covered feet touch the bottom step for point five seconds before she launched herself into the bus. 

  “Steve!” She yelled, launching him into movement. His sneakers beat against the loose dirt, creating a cloud around his feet. He could feel the thundering footfalls of the monsters behind him. So much adrenaline was rushing through him that he blacked out, unsure if his feet even hit the steps of the bus before the door was being slammed shut, his body curled up by the seat, his head somehow landing on Y/N’s lap. 

  Breathless, he shifted his head, looking up at her. Equally as breathless, she looked down at him. Her face had a few smudges of dirt on them, her hair tangled. “I was right behind you.” Was the only thing he could manage to say as the sight of her this close to him took the little breath he had away from him.

  Right now, as he watched her float down the hall, totally engrossed in her conversation with her friend from her science class, he could care less about no longer being “King Steve” knowing that he was the reason he wasted so much time not loving her. Sure, there were questions in his head before the junkyard incident about his feelings towards the Wheeler girl, but he was with Nancy - her twin sister (another thing he was kicking himself for). He just viewed every moment leading up to the destruction of “King Steve” as a waste of time when he was not worshipping the ground she walked on. A waste of time where he could have been holding her, not Nancy who boosted his popularity. 

  Closing his locker, he watched her as she made her way through the busy halls. She was so completely unaware of his eyes on her as she chatted happily about her upcoming summer plans. Steve secretly hoped she would frequent his new job at an ice cream parlour in the new Starcourt Mall. He wanted to see her in sundresses, standing at the counter as she waited for her ice cream cone. He wanted to see her eyes light up when she talked. He wanted to see the different outfits she pieced together. Jean shorts and a band shirt, a skirt and a blouse, or any combination she thought was comfortable for the heat of the day.   

  A commotion further down the hall pulled him from his daydreams, seeing it was coming from the mass of people Y/N had just disappeared into. Hoisting his half empty bookbag higher onto his shoulder, he rushed through the crowd, his heart hammering in his chest as the worst possible scenarios rolled through his head. The sight he saw did nothing to calm his racing heart, in fact, it probably made it worse. 

     There stood Billy, standing high above the crowd as he smirked down at Y/N, his tongue darting out to flick over his bottom lip. “If you want me to move, you need to make it worth my while, Sweetheart.” He winked at her. Steve could see he was resting against her locker, his blue eyes looking down at her as if she were another challenge. Another notch in his belt once he got his way. 

  “I would rather stick my hand in the bin of gym socks.” Y/N sneered up at him, her chemistry and biology books clasped to her chests. Steve could see the way she pressed them to her, her fingers gripping them so hard they were turning white. She might appear like she wasn’t scared of Billy, but Steve could see her fear. Especially after their interaction with the Hargrove boy this fall. 

  “Hey, Hargrove,” Steve’s voice boomed, pushing through the growing crowd as he marched towards the newly appointed “King” of Hawkins. “Just move and leave her alone,” He suggested in a way that told him it was not a suggestion. “Go find some other person to bug.” He waved the taller boy off, pushing him back in order to stand between Y/N and Billy, making sure Billy got to him first. 

  “Aw, look at this, your bodyguard is back, Wheeler,” Billy smirked, his blue eyes lighting up just like they did that night, but just like that night, Steve wasn’t backing down. “Remember what happened last time, Harrington?” Billy asked, his thumb swiping along his jaw as he set it, showing his defined muscles. 

  From behind Steve, Y/N gulped loudly, her hand reaching up to rest on Steve’s shoulder. Steve wanted so desperately to turn around and comfort her, but he knew how Billy played. He played dirty and the second Steve turned his back, he would strike when his defences were low. “Steve, I don’t want you getting hurt again-” 

  “Yeah, listen to her, Steve,” Billy said mockingly, stepping closer to the pair in order to intimidate Steve. “Walk away before I hurt you again.” 

  “You have a better chance of getting taken down by a 12-year-old girl again than of me backing down, Hargrove.” Steve informed him, his nose flaring dangerously. The two guys glared at each other, neither of them saying anything else as their jaws ticked. Everyone could feel the tension as they stared into each other’s eyes, waiting for the other one to back down or throw the first punch. 

  Knuckles cracked and teeth ground together as the hall fell silent, everyone waiting for the familiar sound of a fist connecting with someone’s nose. Gasps filled the hall when the sound finally came followed by a string of curses leaving Steve and Billy’s mouths. “Steve!” Y/N cried out in shock, she threw her books to the side, grabbing the back of his shirt to yank him back. With him out of the way, she could see Billy on the ground, his nose leaking blood like a broken facet. 

  Mummers filled the hall as everyone started talking about how Steve finally won a fight with only throwing one punch. “Are you okay,” Steve asked Y/N, his voice raspy. She gave him a look as she grabbed his hand from where he clutched it to his chest. “Hey,” Steve called gently, bending down slightly, his hurt hand slipping from hers to grasp her chin between his pointer finger and his thumb gently. “Are you okay?” He asked again, brown eyes pouring into hers. 

  “I am okay, Steve,” She answered him, pulling his hand from her chin to inspect it. “You didn’t need to punch him, you know.” She told him, eyes flicking up to meet his before dropping back to his blood stained knuckles. 

  “He was bugging you, of course I had to,” Steve shrugged, winching when she pressed on one of his knuckles lightly. She gave him another look, earning a sheepish smile from him in return. “I’m always right behind you. I always have your back, Y/N.” He confessed in more ways than one, wishing he could just actually confess. Perhaps, if he performed more kind gestures, she would finally see how he feels about her. 

[katerinasas]

AUGUST. ☀️ steve harrington x fem!reader

in which steve harrington and his girl just love august.

fluff

steve harrington and his girlfriend (you) LOVE august.

teenagers are always falling in love at that time of year, including you guys. every august, falling more in love.

steve loves his girlfriends tanned skin and lighter hair. your new shoes and clothes you’re so proud of. yohr bright smiles. football games and homecoming dances with you. having 8am to curfew with his girl because they’re able to do whatever they want after 3pm. “study” dates. late night trips to diners and it’s still hot enough for you get away with shorts! (and one of steve’s hoodies, of course.)

august reminded you of love. excitement. that certain feeling no one can explain at the beginning of the school year. unashamed hand holding through the parking lot and “accidentally” running into each other in the hallway during class.

for steve and his girl, for teenagers all around the globe, the beginning of school is for new opportunities. new love. new realationships. all things new. but most importantly, the best kind of love.

teenage love. and steve harrington and his best girl have certainly found it.

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august is my favourite time of year

praying when me and you go back to school we get a steve harrington ☝🏼

[annathesillyfriend]

The times just keeps going faster, I swear 👀 I am awfully late this month, but winter has made a come back where I live and it put me in such a lazy mood (I might have or might have not read 8 books in the last 3 days) 🙈

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

complex, complicated and clear by @vendettaparker

↳ three-shot, steve x reader and eddie x reader, i live for angst and drama!!

❄EDDIE MUNSON❄

saccharine by @whosjunglejim4322

↳ one shot, 18+, nasty in love is the best way to describe it and i love every word

simple rules (part 2) by @userquinn

↳ two shot, 18+, single dad!eddie x teacher!reader, this is all i need in life

with or without you by @nexusnyx

↳ one shot, 18+, Nyx couldn't write a bad thing if she tried, this is a gem just like every single piece of her work 🙌

❄STEVE HARRINGTON❄

we fight to make up by @lovebugism

↳ one shot, 18+, jealous!steve, we love a good make up

take my hand and i'll take yours too by @stylesparker

↳ one shot, best friend!reader, friends to lovers and i'm 😫😫

thic fic by @lucasnclair

↳ one shot, so adorable, made my heart grow 🥰

only you by @sunshinesteviee

↳ one shot, great fic 👏

ruin me by @babyrunsforfanfic

↳ one shot, i wanna ruin steve harrigton in any way he lets me 😌

this fic by @starryeyedstories

↳ blurb, THIS 🥰🥰🥰

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↳ one shot, 18+, absolutely spectacular, an iconic mastepiece, 10/10 would read again

slick like summer by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ one shot, 18+, i think about this fic so much, it lives in my mind rent free

warmth between us by @lilacletter

↳ one shot, 18+, where is steve harrington while i'm here freezing alone???

❄JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN❄

abs sans brain by @sometimes-i-write-good

↳ one-shot, not gonna lie, wanted to strangle jake for better part of this fic but the end is just SHSHSHSHSH i love that man

flygirl by @starlightstories

↳ one-shot, friends to lovers, jake seresin take me flying, this is a need not a want!!

in sickness by @top-hhun

↳ one-shot, aviator!reader, jake is lovesick and some am i

just friends by @say-al0e

↳ one-shot, 18+, fwb to lovers, the "we're not just friends and you fucking know it' line will never not make me go mad

i just want you to like me by @adamstnheights

↳ one-shot, 18+, bartender!reader, fwb to lovers, another spectacular idiots in love story 😌

loving you is the antidote by @demxters

↳ one-shot, 18+, college!au, amazing story 💙

devil in disguise by @tongue-like-a-razor

↳ one-shot, jake seresin is a devil and that is a fact 😈

your name (on that coffee cup) by @rae-gar-targaryen

↳ one-shot, in the end all of us just want to lick jake seresin's abs and that totally normal 😌

it's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday by @flaming-tgmcu

↳ one-shot, the fluff on this one, my heart can't take it 😫

this fic by @katsu28

↳ blurb, this is SO CUTE AHH

the beanery by @callsign-peach

↳ one-shot, this was so good!!

friends by @callsignseagull

↳ one-shot, god tier idiots in love fic, a bit of a slay if you ask me 💅

❄MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA❄

sin adorno o flores by @rae-gar-targaryen

↳ one-shot, 18+, ✨chef's kiss✨

❄ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD❄

make me by @roosterbruiser

↳ blurb, 18+, mafia!au bob has never crossed my mind before but my lord 🤤😫

full of surprises by @withahappyrefrain

↳ one-shot, 18+, bob floyd surprise me challenge

this fic by @notroosterbradshaw

↳ blurb, i am YELLING yes i love it here

❄BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW❄

i close my eyes and all i see is you and the small things you do by @jupitercomet

↳ one-shot, this is just so beautiful, stunning work 🥰

a litttle pinch by @tongue-like-a-razor

↳ one-shot, dad!rooster, CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAM, this is just so wholesome 😭😭

home for the holidays by @mothdruid

↳ one-shot, 18+, fake dating slow burn, slay and a half, Abby ate and we have been fed 🙌

blue skies by @familyvideostevie

↳ one-shot, meet cute, this is so sweet i can't!!

tough luck by @//familyvideostevie

↳ one-shot, another meet cute, another banger

champagne lips by @roosterforme

↳ one-shot, I LOVED THIS SO MUCH 💙💙💙💙💙

that's my man by @greymoonfeelings

↳ one-shot, nobody says a bad word about bradly on our watch!!

this fic by @katsu28

↳ one-shot, you don't understand how much i love this 🤭

❄TOM HOLLAND❄

the end by @lauras-collection

↳ one-shot, go ahead and rip my heart out, Laura, why don't you :') the worst thing is that i will thank you and ask you to do it again after you're done 😅

❄BUCKY BARNES❄

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↳ one-shot, wonderful work as always 💙

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↳ series, 18+, single mum!reader, beautiful story 💕

❄STEVE ROGERS❄

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↳ one-shot, part of the love on the brain universe, GG and Sparkles are life, i love them more than life itself <3

no strings attached by @viperbarnes

↳ one-shot, 18+, exes to lovers, such amazing work 👏

this fic by @heli0s-writes

↳ one-shot, 18+, this is just phenomenal 👏

[mayrose713]

We'll Always Have Each Other (Pt 2)

Steve Harrignton x fem!reader,

slight Best Friend Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Steve finds out about Y/n’s self harm after picking her up from her best friends trailer. This is pt2, please read pt1 before you read this part.

Warnings (Pls DONT read if any of these are triggering for you or makes you uncomfortable): Swearing, abuse, depression, self harm, panic attacks, trauma, ptsd, drugs, smoking, slight nudity but nothing explicit, fluff

Word Count: 2404 

Pt1

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to get part two up, been dealing with a lot this last week but here y’all go. Most things that I write are based closely on my own experiences and traumas, this way I can write a better and happier ending though. If you go through anything similar please know you are not alone and you are always welcome to message me if you need to talk.  

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The drive to Steve’s house was silent, Y/n just watching out the window at the passing houses and trees with her head pressed against the glass. While Steve kept his eyes on the road glancing over at his girlfriend every once and awhile, one hand on the steering wheel the other on her thigh rubbing his thumb in soothing circles. 

“I’m sorry.” Steve finally said after pulling into his driveway and putting the car in park.

“What?” 

“I’m sorry.” He said again, grabbing her hand to just hold. “I’m so fucking sorry Y/n/n.”

“Why are you sorry?” She placed the hand he wasn’t holding on his cheek.

“Because I’m your boyfriend, I should have been there to protect you.” He explains with tears brimming his eyes as he looks at her bruised cheek. “I can protect you from other dimension monsters but the real monster was in your own home this whole time.”

“Don’t beat yourself up about this Steve.” She wiped away a tear that fell down his cheek. “You didn’t know, I never told you or let Eddie tell you about any of this.”

“But still, I should have known something was up.” He closed his eyes while laying his head back against the headrest. “I mean it all makes sense, why you never wanted to go swimming, always wore long sleeves even in the hottest of summers, never really let me touch you. I should have realized something was wrong so much sooner.”

“Steve, baby. I did everything I could for you not to find out.” She started to cry again, making him look back at her.

“Why don’t we finish discussing this inside love.” Steve opened the door before going around and opened her door for her. “My parents are out of town for the week so we’ve got the place to ourselves right now. You can stay as long as you need to.”

Y/n just nodded her head and followed Steve inside his house and up to his room. She sat on his bed playing with her charm bracelet while watching him rummage through his dresser. 

“Here’s a shirt for you to sleep in.” He finally turned around with one of his old Hawkins High shirts in hand. “It’s going to be pretty big on you but at least it’s something comfy.”

“Thank you Steve.” She gave a forced smile while hesitantly reaching out to take it seeing it was a short sleeve shirt making her nervous. 

“Is that blood?” Instead of giving her the shirt he grabbed her hand gently to inspect the blood on her sleeve. “Y/n, did he hurt you more than just your cheek?”

“No. It must just be from when I used my sleeve to wipe the blood earlier.” She lied, knowing it was from one of the cuts on her wrist opening back up when they grabbed her earlier. “He just smacked me and his ring cut my cheek.” 

“Baby, please don’t lie to me.” Steve begged. “You don’t have to keep anything from me, I just want to help you.” 

“He didn’t hurt me anywhere else today Steve. I promise.” She tried reassuring him but it wasn’t working. “He only smacked me before I ran out of the house and went to Eddie’s.”

“What happened?”

“My moms always drunk when I get home from work and so my step dad expects me to cook dinner and have it ready by the time he gets home.” She starts to explain while not looking up at him. “Well I got home from my shift later than I usually do so dinner wasn’t ready when he got home. He said I can never do anything right and how I’m a worthless piece of shit. Said I’m lucky he lets me live in his house and he can’t wait for me to turn eighteen next month so he can be rid of me for good. When I tried standing up for myself he hit me to shut me up. So I left before he could do anymore.”

“You’re safe now baby girl.” Steve wiped the tears from her cheeks she didn’t know she had shed. “You won’t ever have to see that bastard again.”

“How Steve, I have nowhere else to go. I have to go back home eventually.” She sobbed as he pulled her into his chest. 

“I’m calling Hopper first thing in the morning and we’ll get this figured out, I promise.” He rubbed soothing circles on her back. “For now, why don’t we get ready for bed.”

Y/n moved away from Steve who then gave her his shirt from before. She just sat there looking at it not sure what to do anymore but she knew she could no longer hide her biggest secret from her boyfriend anymore. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked after noticing her lack of effort to get ready for bed.

“You’re going to hate me.” She put her hands over her face as she laid back on the bed trying not to cry again.

“Now why would I hate you? I love you so much.” Steve leaned over her, keeping his arms on either side of her so as to not crush her with his weight. “Come on baby, look at me please.”

“No.” She said while shaking her head.

“Why not?”

“BecauseIliedtoyou.” She said quickly while it was also muffled in her hands.

 “Y/n I can’t understand you right now.” He tried gently removing her hands from her face but she wouldn’t budge leaving him no choice but to grab her wrists and force them away from her face though he wasn’t rough at all.

“Ow.” She hissed, as he placed her hands above her head. 

“I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to hurt you but…” He trailed off as he noticed her sleeve having rolled up a bit showing the cuts and scars on her wrist.

Y/n noticed the horror on his face when she realized what exactly he was looking at. She wiggled her way out from underneath him while he was still in shock and curled in on herself. 

“It’s not what you think.” She said.

“What do you mean it’s not what I think?” He started to raise his voice a little as he stood up straight now rubbing his face and started to pace.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n brought her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

“How long have you been hurting yourself?” He asked. “A few weeks, a month?” 

“Longer.” She mumbled trying not to sob. “Almost a year.”

“A year? A fucking year.” He yelled, pulling at his hair in frustration. “Jesus Christ.”

“I’ll just go home.” Y/n quickly slid off the bed and tried to get to the door before Steve processed what she said but she wasn’t fast enough as he grabbed both sides of her waist and blocked her path.

“Oh no you don’t. There’s no fucking way you’re going back to the hellhole with that bastard.” He growled out.

“It’s fine Steve. I’m fine. I'll live.” She told him now fully crying and having a bit of trouble breathing. 

“But you’re not fine.” He then realized he’s being a bit too harsh as he noticed her breathing falter. “I just want to help you.”

“N-no. You don’t have to deal with me. I’m not worth it. I-I’m a shitty girlfriend and-and…”

“Hey, hey. You need to breathe.” He pulled her to him and sat down on his bed with her in his lap, head against his chest soothing her the best that he could. “Come on baby girl, breathe for me. I’ve got you. Just copy my breathing. Deep breath in… and out.”

She gripped onto his shirt as he coached her and tried her best to do what he says. He clearly has no intentions of letting her go until she’s calmed down from her panic attack.

“I’m s-sorry. You shouldn’t have to deal with me…”

“Don’t say that.” He cut her off, pulling away to properly look at her, grabbing her cheeks. “I love you baby. I will do anything for you. Please let me help you.”

“You don’t hate me?” She asked, still very scared about everything that has happened so far.

“Of course not darling. I could never hate you.” He kissed her forehead. “I love you, don't ever forget that.”

“I love you too.” She whispered. 

“Now can I have a look at your arms please?” He rubbed her cheek softly.

She nodded her head as he pulled up her sleeves to see the angry red lines, which a few of the more recent ones had opened back up again and were bleeding. He couldn’t help but notice all the faded scars, too many to count. He then grabbed the back of her thighs, picking her up and took her to the bathroom placing her on the counter.

“How have you been treating them?” He asked, going back to inspecting her arms under the better lighting.

“I never thought about doing that.” She lowered her head for being stupid. 

“It’s okay. I just don’t want them to get infected.” He said while grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet before placing himself between her legs and grabbed what he needed. “I’ll help you with it, it’ll all be okay.”

He started cleaning her wounds, apologizing each time she hissed or whimpered in pain then wrapped them in bandages before kissing the back of her hand. He then cleaned the wound on her cheek before putting a small band aid over it and rested his hand on her cheek causing her to lean into his touch.

“Thank you.” She gave him a small smile.

“Anytime baby girl.” He smiled back. “Now can you truthfully tell me if you’ve hurt yourself anywhere else.”

“I haven’t.” She shook her head. “But…”

“But what?” 

Y/n proceeded to pull her shirt off  revealing the very large purple and black bruise on her ribs and several others scattered around her torso. He also noticed a few on her back from the mirror behind her, all of the bruises ranging in different colors due to the time they’ve had to heal.

“Oh my god Y/n.” He gasped. “How are you even moving around just fine? It looks like they would all hurt like hell.”

“I guess you could say I’ve gotten used to the pain from years of this.” She mumbled. 

“I promise you that you will never have to experience any of this ever again.” Steve reassured her while looking through the first aid kit again. “I know I’ve got an ointment or something that can help sooth the bruises.”

After finding it he started applying the cream to all of her bruises. Apologizing when he pressed too hard on some of the worse ones. Y/n just watched as he did this, unable to keep her eyes off him. How did she get so lucky to have him? 

“What are you staring at?” He asked, bringing her out of her trance once he was done.

“You.” She mumbled as he placed his hands on her thighs. “I don’t deserve you Steve Harrington.” 

“No, you’ve got it wrong.” He smiled a little. “It’s the other way around, I don’t deserve you. You’re just so perfect.”

“Perfect?” She scrunched up her eyebrows before gesturing her arms out. “I’m broken.” 

“You’re not broken, baby, this is just proof of how hard you have fought.” He pulled her to him, kissing her forehead. “I know I can’t force you to stop but please, please let me know if you ever have the need to harm again. And especially tell me if it got too much and you did hurt yourself, I promise I won’t be mad. I just want to help in any way I can.” 

“But you also have so much to deal with too.” She reminded him. “I don’t want to burden you with my problems as well.”

“You aren’t burdening me with shit.” He placed his finger under her chin to have her properly look up at him. “We’ll always have each other! No matter what, okay?”

“Okay.” She smiled up at him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He gave her a quick peck to the lips. “Now let’s go to bed. Tomorrow will be a new day and we’ll get this all figured out.”

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“Hey man, how’s our girl doing?” Eddie asked from the other side of the phone after Steve asked to use it at the police station while he sat waiting for Y/n and Hopper to finish up. 

“She’s talking with Hop right now seeing if they are able to make a case against her mom and step dad.” He explained. “I had gotten her cuts and bruises all patched up last night.” 

“So she told you everything then.” Eddie sighed in relief knowing he didn’t have to keep his best friend's secret from her boyfriend any longer. “What’s the plan for her now?” 

“She is going to stay with me for the time being no matter what happens. Hop said he would accompany her to her house to get her belongings to take back to mine.” He explains. “Then once she and Robin turn eighteen the four of us will be able to get a place all together like we’ve been planning.” 

“Good. That is if she’s still wanting me to move in with you guys.” Eddie pointed out. “Tell her I’m sorry again for telling you and breaking our promise.”

“I will, don’t worry. Though I’m pretty sure she’s no longer mad at you.” Steve reassured the other male. “I bet she’ll be asking me if you and Robin can come over later.” 

“Thanks man for keeping me updated.” Eddie laughed a little at Steve’s joke. “At least now all we will have to worry about with her is the nightmares and panic attacks which we all suffer from so.”

“We’re all here for each other. It’s the best we can do.” Steve said while fiddling with the charms on his key chain. “I’m sure I’ll see you later.” 

“Alright, see you later.” And with that they hung up. 

And sure enough Y/n wasn’t mad at Eddie any more having asked Steve if he and Robin could come over for a movie night.

[ayyeitssarahh]

Field of Tulips.  Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

(Blurb) Steve surprising you with a picnic in a flower field of tulips because he knows they’re your favorite. 

Warnings: Nothing but pure fluff! 

Word Count: 282

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“Don’t open your eyes yet, ok? We’re almost there.” Steve said as we walked down a path through the woods. 

“You have your hands around my eyes and a scarf. Even if I did open my eyes I wouldn’t be able to see anything” I responded smartly.

Steve rolled his eyes, “Okay smart-ass. We’re here so when I take off the scarf, I’m gonna count to three and you open your eyes.” He said, removing the scarf. 

“Okay ready?” He asks. I nod. 

“1..2..3!” He yells, causing my eyes to snap open. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the bright light but once I do, my eyes tear up. 

In front of me is a field of tulips, with a blanket and a picnic basket in the middle. 

“Do you-do you like it?” Steve asks, nervously.

I slowly turn to look at him, ”Do I like it? Steve, I love it!” I exclaimed. He let out a breath of relief. 

“When did you do this? You were with me all day?!” I ask, walking towards the picnic blanket and sitting down. 

“I paid Dustin and Robin 5 bucks each just to drive out here and set this up.” He said, grinning. 

I laugh and shake my head, “I can’t believe you did all this for me.” I said, still in a state of shock from how pretty it was. 

“I’d do anything for you.” He stated, leaning closer. 

I smiled and leaned closer, “God I love you, Steve Harrington.” I said, Pressing my lips to his. 

He smiles into the kiss, pulling back slightly only to whisper, “And I love you, Y/n Y/l/n.” 

[pappydaddy]

steve pairing playlist for the-weeping-author

here you go lovely! this is different than the others in a way i can sense but not see, i think something possessed me while i made this so it very much feels like being on a facetime call with me and my squirrel brain, but i hope you like it lovely! @the-weeping-author 💛! thank you so much for all your support!

1. people you know - selena gomez

You and Steve have been friends for a long time. Best friends. You two were basically joined at the hip. Even with him being outgoing and more passive (to a point) while you are a bit more abrasive, never letting people off with their bullshit, you guys stuck together. However, suddenly that all changed. you weren’t really sure when or how it changed, but you do know Tommy H. and Carol were behind it. Then, once Steve started to sniff around Nancy Wheeler, you knew your friend was nothing but a distant memory. Someone you used to know. And sure, it hurts to lose a great friend suddenly, feeling like you were left with your head spinning in a crowded room where people just kept walking by you like you weren’t there, but what makes it worse was that you were in love with steve since you first met him when you moved in next door to him.

2. heather - conan gray

Steve and Nancy were officially dating. Fall of 1983. You were walking into school when you noticed how his eyes trailed her as she walked by in the hall - the small bashful smile she sent his way. The wink he sent her back that made a deep blush overcome her cheeks. You wanted to hate Nancy right then and there, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to do so. Another day, you had settled down outside under a tree, enjoying the nice fall day with some of your other friends, trying to keep your mind off Steve until you see him again in your shared science class next period. You see them walking back into the school, fast food drinks in their free hands, their other hands clasped together. And Steve's red sweater over her blouse. That same red sweater he would loan to you when you would get cold. 

3. you belong with me - taylor swift

It’s not best friends to lovers without this iconic best friends to lovers bop. One night, as you’re decorating for halloween, you notice Steve’s BMW pull into his driveway, the dark silhouettes of the couple sitting in it. Looking over, expecting them to get out and go into his place, you can tell they were fighting. It wasn't hard since the car was unable to muffle the sound of bickering - it was only able to make it harder for you to actually understand what they were yelling back and forth. What felt like two minutes of yelling, Steve threw the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway - tires squealing aggressively and the car taking off down the street, his foot heavy on the gas pedal.  You watched the car go, tearing down the street until you can’t see it anymore. Then you carry on decorating, your mind heavy as you remembered all the times you’ve been there for steve. all the times you guys made each other laugh when you guys were down. Then, you couldn’t help but realise how painfully clear it was that you guys were meant to be together. 

4. someone to stay - vancouver sleep clinic

Okay, we’re going a bit au for this one where after Steve and Nancy have their little breakup, Steve knows nancy takes off with Jonathan meaning he knows there is no apologising so he never goes to the Wheelers and instead, Dustin comes to find him as a last resort meaning he finds steve at your place. Fall 1984. It had been over a year since you had last talked to steve. The wound had slowly started to close, but your lack of closure (and having the last word) was still hindering the healing process. You were at home, recovering from Tina's halloween party last night - you might have gotten a little carried away with the drinking games last night. You were sitting in your room, reading a magazine as you enjoyed the silence of being home alone when there was a sorrowful knock on the door. It was barely heard and that piqued your interest a little more. So, naturally, you had to go see who it was. The second you opened the door, you slammed it again once you saw Steve on the other side.  “Come on, please open the door.” Steve begged on the other side.  “Why should i steve? It’s not like you cared about talking to me for the past year.” You point out, but your feet stayed on the other side of the door, wanting to keep it closed and wanting to not let him in, but something made you stay. “Please. I-I just need to talk. I need somebody,” his voice nearly broke you. He was so sad and lost. with a sigh, you opened the door again, seeing him there. his brown eyes were dim, his shoulders slumped. He looked alone. and sad. but mostly alone. “Nancy and I broke up last night and she suddenly ran off with Jonathan Byers.”  Looking at him, seeing him shaking slightly from the unusually chilly fall day, you could see he just needed someone to stay in his life. Tommy H and Carol dumped him when he wouldn’t blindly follow them; his parents were never around and when they were, they were horrible to him; and now someone he thought he loved just dumped him and took off with another guy. Sighing, you open the door wider, stepping aside to let Steve in.  But before he could step into the house, Dustin emerges in such a panic you get roped into going with them, introducing you to the Upside Down.

5. umbrella - rihanna

Romantic tension. Romantic tension. Romantic tension!!! This spans from the events that take place from the moment you end up getting roped into going with Steve and Dustin till the end of the whole Upside Down round two ordeal.  Over the course of the first 24 hours, you and Steve had reconciled and reminded each other that you will always be there for each other, reminding you both of the promises you made when you were younger - even sealing it with a pinky promise with intense eye contact (you know the eye contact, that eye contact that will make me fold in .2 seconds).  Anyway, I visualise in my little pea brain that you get really scared when you see these demo dogs because you have no idea what the hell they are and you actually didn’t think they would show up. And Steve jumps out to fight this thing to protect you and the kids, you wouldn’t let him go alone so you’re out there with him because you guys took an oath and you’re sticking out till the end (which could have very well been that night since you both were literally putting your lives in immediate danger).  Then, you guys meet up with Nancy and Jonathan at the lab and you reach out to hold Steve’s hand in an effort to offer him comfort since his wound is still very much open from where she hurt him. AND THE EYE CONTACT! Lord, I am folding just thinking about it. You couldn’t cut this romantic tension with a freshly sharpened axe if you tried.  And, basically, this whole time, it’s basically just you and Steve placing yourselves into dangerous situations to protect one another while skirting around your feelings for each other. Basically, you both love each other, but Steve literally just got out of a relationship (like it’s 48 hours and all of this has happened) so you’re both too scared to admit to each other (and to yourselves).  And of course Billy shows up and you all know I am a slut for Steve defending his people when it comes to Billy. And of course, never one to back down, you get into the situation and end up laid out next to Steve making the kids haul both of you into the car. AND when Steve wakes up, you’re already kinda awake and HE SAYS YOUR NAME INSTEAD OF NANCY’S and then he realises that Mike is not you and he freaks the fuck out until he sees you crammed into the seat next to him.

6. a year without rain - selena gomez and the scene

Okay, now that all of that is all said and done, you guys are all back to living your lives with another war against interdimensional creatures behind you. You knew your life was hell without Steve, but now that he’s back as a constant and is the old Steve again (just more improved), you realise how bad it was. It was like living in the desert after a year without rain - torture. And now that he’s back, it’s like a flood of relief. 

7. take what you want - one ok rock feat. 5 seconds of summer

Even though Steve is back, it’s not 100% perfect and that’s okay. You guys need to learn to be friends again with how much you guys have grown in the year gap. Steve hadn’t realised how much had changed for you with your mom falling ill and stuff. So he’s there for you anyway he can. He’s helping you out and stuff. And on the flip side, you’re there for him helping him with his hurt from Nancy.  But, you guys are also trying to let each other know about your feelings discreetly, but also, in your mission to prove that you guys are there for each other, you are both becoming a little overbearing which sparks fights. And you guys almost have another friend break-up. You guys are just missing signals left, right, and centre. It’s a big mess and you guys have a big fight one night while it was pouring down rain in the spring. You end up telling him to go away with tears streaming down your face because it was all too much and you were too consumed with emotions and stress and you were tired of him not listening.  And Steve leaves. He does it because he once again wasn’t listening to the cues and the signals you were giving out. And you’re both hurt because Steve was trying to tell you things as well. He is also tired of you not catching his signs and he was still scared from Nancy telling him to get out. So you guys are just not hearing each other. 

8. i like me better - lauv 

A week after your blow up fight, you guys are both not talking, but THE LOOKS THROWN ACROSS ROOMS AND THE HALLWAY THAT YOU BOTH MISS! Ugh, one of my fav tropes! I love thinking about the little things that are missed. This is the part of the miscommunication trope that makes the frustrations worth it (the blow up fight, the longing, and those scenes that make butterflies go insane in your stomach). And it’s the middle of the night on a random day. You both can’t sleep. Moonlight is streaming into your windows and it’s a perfect parallel to one another (love parallels). And it hits both of you at the same time that you like yourselves better when you are with each other.  So Steve takes off out of the house at the same time you are taking off out of your house and you meet in the middle of your houses and confess this realisation to one another and you make up! But feelings are not confessed.  Buuuttttt- You guys both lunch for each other and you’re thrown into this heated, hot, steamy, PG-15 kiss that should be pay-per-view and hidden behind a parental lock. And you both end up in Steve’s bed for the rest of the night and well into the morning hours.

9. dress - taylor swift

The signals are still getting missed, but neither of you really care - too consumed with the thought of each other. It’s hot, it’s raunchy. It’s euphoric. You are now pulling out all the stops. Dresses that are only bought to be ripped off. The small touches, the burning looks across the room, the whispered words. You are working overtime to get these hints across that you don’t want to be just best friends or friends with benefits, but poor Stevie-boy is fairly dense in the talking stage (let’s be real here, he does not pick up on hints well). 

10. friends - chase atlantic

The signals are still not getting through. It’s been all spring and all summer - not even being trapped in the underground russian lab and kidnapped by russians could get you guys to confess your feelings. But, what did come from summer was the new found friendship between you two and Robin. And Robin is tired of hearing about your supposedly unrequited feelings. So she launches a plan. Since you are in the same year as Robin which means you are still in school, she enacts her little plan with the help of the abundance of teenage house parties and the unruliness of teen boys.  She draws it up all neatly by arranging for Steve to pick you guys up from the party at midnight. She insists that you need to look hot so she takes advantage of Steve working a night shift to help you get ready away from him. You keep trying on outfit after outfit until Robin finally deems one “hot enough that Steve will be drooling all over himself when he finally picks us up” as she put it.  Now, here comes the part of the plan that you were not informed off - the jealousy phase. Robin truly is a genius mastermind, because the way this plan is flawlessly executed, she times everything right. Around eleven, she managed to get you to drink enough that you are feeling good and confident and that she could convince you to carry on a conversation with guys but not tipsy enough that you are falling over yourself or confrontational. A little after that, she “accidentally” makes you stumble into someone. That someone being the captain of the football team. You end up striking up a conversation because Robin just so happened to reveal a common interest between you and him. And from there, one common interest turned into ten.  Then, soon enough, it’s midnight and you have no clue because you are having fun with your new friend. And Robin rushes out to the car, claiming to not know where you were - throwing Steve into a wild panic. He’s flinging his door open and rushing into the party, fully intent on finding you because he is imagining the worst case scenario. He’s asking Robin why she left you alone, fretting. His hand is continuously combing through his hair.  Then he sees you. And he is thrown into a jealous rage now. He’s asking you what you were doing with him and you’re sticking up for yourself, saying that he’s (football captain) just a friend and he (Steve) can’t be jealous because he’s not her boyfriend (something Robin had expertly planted in her ear a few hours prior). And he’s saying that you guys are definitely not just friends. 

11. i’m yours - isabel larosa

This is just such a hot song. I love this song so much. This is definitely you showing Steve you are his after Robin’s masterplan somewhat backfired on her (you and Steve ended up forgetting her at the party for this hot steamy moment to ensue). 

12. electric touch - taylor swift

This is your first actual date. It’s November, a winter chill is now in the air. You are sitting anxiously in your living room, waiting for Steve’s headlights to be spotted. He was coming to get you after his shift at Family Video. You guys are both super nervous even though you know you guys are fine. You’ve both been hurt and now you guys are slapping a heavy label on your relationship. Nerves are hanging above the both of you like clouds. You guys know that there are only two ways for this to go. It can either bring you guys back to life or wreck you horribly.  When you finally see his headlights approaching, you get up and start fussing. Checking your outfit, your hair, and your makeup. You’re shaking so much that your legs feel like they are going to give out on you, but you manage to make it to the door, waiting for Steve’s knock so you don’t appear too excited.  When the knock does sound on the door, scaring you slightly, you open it. The second your eyes meet Steve’s it’s like all the nerves and anxieties went away and a smile consumes both of your faces. Then, Steve extends his hand out for you to take and you reach out for him, fingers intertwining. And in that instant, you feared that all the power in Hawkins would go out because of the amount of electricity between the two of you - like a solar flare. Gone was the bitterness of the November weather because all you could feel was the warmth of Steve’s electric touch surrounding you, lighting up your heart. 

13. good old-fashioned lover boy - queen

Steve is a lover-boy. He is pulling out all the stops on your first date. Candle-lit picnic (he picked up fast food on his way to your place) at the quarry. He’s in his best sweater, he freshened up his cologne so he’s smelling nice and everytime he leans closer to you, you catch a whiff - hypnotising you slightly because he smells so good (you lovelies get it). He’s giving you the sweater off his back when you shiver. Let’s just say, you are completely under the spell of Steve “lover-boy” Harrington. 

14. red desert - 5 seconds of summer

Okay, so this is taking place in season 4, when the scenes that brought stancy (ugh) back. You are noticing this and you are getting paranoid because your boyfriend for like four months is suddenly (seemingly) sniffing around his ex-girlfriend who broke his heart again (this is the demons you guys are running from). And Steve notices your shift in behaviour so he reassures you (the: “blessing to feel your love” and “pack up all your bags and stay true to north - you’re the only one I’d do this for” parts). 

15. don’t blame me - taylor swift

This is when Steve decided to show up (for you) by diving into the lake. You’re a nervous wreck until he resurfaces and starts telling you about the gate. Then, he starts to get yanked under again and your heart is basically jumping out of your throat in fear. You are grabbing his arm and then he gets yanked fully under. As everyone is screaming, you’re screaming the loudest, but you also just automatically jump right in after him, causing everyone else to start freaking out even more because now there are two of you in the water with whatever took Steve. 

16. separate ways (worlds apart) - journey

I had to include this one because this is 100% my favourite song that they included in season 4. This is literally just spanning from when the song starts in the season to the final battle. It’s just you and Steve being badass as you once again save Hawkins. But, much like in the show, it’s more than just being badass. It’s representing the fact that you guys are not coming back from this the same and you all are battling the same thing on different levels and you all feel worlds apart. 

17. fast car - luke combs

Love this version because I love Luke Combs - still like the original tho. Anyway, this is after Vecna. You guys are seeing the devastation this encounter has caused, but you guys have also been changed. Steve gets back and sees his parents true colours even more and realises he deserves better. You guys are noticing that Hawkins is too small for you guys and you launch a plan to get out of town whenever you guys get a chance, but you guys are very much aware that even the best laid plans don’t always work out (don’t worry, you guys will stay together, we’re ignoring that part of the song). 

18. line without a hook - ricky montgomery

Prom. This is the whole ‘girl walking down the staircase in her dress and stuff and her date is at the bottom staring stunned at her’ scene. And this is when Steve truly understands that you are the one for him and he suddenly just apologised for the shit he had put you through before you guys got together because “I am nothing without you” (as he said).

19. all the girls you’ve loved before - taylor swift

This is kind of your version of 18. You tell him you forgive him because that was just a phase you guys needed to go through to bring you together in this way and you’re thankful for it as well as every girl that came before you - no matter how jealous you might be thinking about it. And you tell him you’re also thankful for all the times you were hurt by other partners because they shaped you into who he loves.

20. 18 - one direction

This is the song you Steve makes you guys dance to. At this point, you guys are old (this song came out in like 2014 and stranger things is set in the 80s so. But this shows you guys still love each other so much. You’re married and you have started your lives - however that looks, but you still love each other just as much (if not more) as you loved each other when you were 18. Whenever you’re sad or when you guys have had a fight, Steve puts this song on and forces you to dance, chasing anything bad away from the two of you. Even when you aren’t sad or fighting, he still turns this song on and dances with you to it.  

[pappydaddy]

Bandaids (s.h.)

A/N: Honestly, idk what this is. This is the most random thing to pop into my head, but that’s because (for once) I am in a happy, good mindset and I’m not depressed and self-critical! This is a product of me having to go get bandaids and the cheapest ones (and the only ones I could afford) being Hello Kitty bandaids so now I am walking around with a Hello Kitty bandaid on my arm. 

i am currently revamping my blog. i may rewrite this fic, but probably not. right now, i am just making it look my other newer fics! fun fact: this was orginally gonna be called hello kitty bandaids! i am glad i changed it...

pairing: dad!steve harrington x fem!reader 

tv show/movie: stranger things

not requested

warnings: nothing but fluff and steve destroying toxic masculinity and killing it as a dad. there is a sharp object mentioned and the cut is caused by it (it’s a razor - like a full razor) please use your own discretion for reading this!

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  With a sharp intake of air, Steve’s grip around the razor was gone, sending it clattering against the tile of the bathroom as a hissed swear slipped passed his lips without thinking. The hand that held the razor was pressed against his shaving cream streaked face, trying to will away the sting away, instead making it worse. He groaned in agony as the memory of how much it hurt to cut himself while shaving flooded his mind. “Cut yourself?” His wife asked, pushing the cracked door open fully. She wiped her hands on a dish towel, having been cleaning up after breakfast. 

  Steve looked over at her, his hand still holding his jaw. She gave him a sympathetic look, but he could see the laughter wanting to bubble up in the way her shoulders shook ever so slightly. “Yeah, and it hurts like a bitch.” He commented, taking his hand off slowly, turning to look in the mirror, inspecting the invisible cut, a drop of blood trickling down his neck being the only evidence that it was there. Y/n hummed in understanding, shuffling over to him. Steve looked down at her as she sat the dish towel on the counter by the sink. She took his face in her hands gently, careful not to touch the cut. His eyes stayed on her as she turned his head slightly in order to get a good look at the cut. 

  “It’s not a proper diagnosis, but I am ninety-nine percent sure you’re gonna live,” She commented, her fingers releasing his face, the tingling sensation  tricking him to thinking that she still held his face. Even after five years of marriage and eight years together as a couple, her touch still lingered on him. Still in his spot, Steve watched her grab a clean face cloth, soaking it in water before turning to face him again. “Sit.” She told him, pointing to the toilet. He complied instantly, spreading his legs slightly to allow her to stand between them.  

  “You know, this is just like when we were younger,” Steve spoke up as he watched her wipe away the shaving cream, he was thankful that he had just been going over the last spot before finishing or else he would still have to do the rest of his face. “Remember all the times you had to tend to my wounds and I would sit on the edge of the tub or toilet while you stood between my legs focusing on my face? Then I’d bring my hands up like this-” He paused, his hands reaching up to grip her hips, his fingertips resting on her butt. “Then they’d slide to grab your-” His flirtatious reminiscing was interrupted by a high-pitched voice yelling through the house, calling for her mother. He cringed slightly, he loved his Daughter more than words could tell, but her yelling gave him a splitting headache sometimes. “Well, I guess it’s not exactly like when we were younger.” He groaned, letting his hands drop from where they were just about to fully land on Y/n’s butt. She giggled, twisting around to grab the rubbing alcohol. 

  “In here, baby!” She called to her daughter as she soaked the dry part of the face cloth, pressing it to the cut. Steve hissed at the stinging sensation. 

  “That’s different too,” He squeaked, his fists closed tightly as the sting continued. “You used to warn me and were gentle.” He breath in and out as she started to wipe around the cut, cleaning the area. She dropped the cloth on the edge of the sink, capping the alcohol. 

  “Momma, I want to wear my pretty shoes to pre-school today-” Their Daughter walked into the room, her bare feet slapping on the tile. She stopped in her tracks, looking at the couple, watching her mother placing the rubbing alcohol away. “What happened?” She asked with a head tilt, her brown ponytail swinging with the action. Steve and Y/n looked back at their Daughter who was dressed in a pink skirt and a white t-shirt with the words ‘Princess’ scrawled across it in easy-to-read cursive.

  “Nothing Sweetie, Dadda just got hurt and Momma helped take care of him, he’s okay now.” Y/n smiled at her Daughter, bending down to search the cabinet under the sink for bandaids.

  “Did it hurt really bad? Like when I fell playing jump rope?” She continued her round of questions, walking up to her father, looking at him in concern. He chuckled lightly, picking her up to sit her on his thigh, her feet dangling between his open legs. He held onto her, making sure she didn’t fall off his leg. 

  “No, it only hurt for a second, but it still hurt.” Steve reassured her. The second she heard those words, she let relief wash over her. 

  “Did you kiss it better, Momma,” She asked, turning to look at Y/n who was still rooting for bandaids. “Momma’s kisses always make my cuts feel better.” She told Steve matter-of-factly, looking back at him. He faked surprise, pretending to be shocked at the news as if it were a ground-breaking discovery. 

  “Not yet, Sweetie, I’ll kiss it better after I find a bandaid.” Y/n replied, peeking over the cabinet door before dipping back down to continue her search. A shocked gasp left the little girl in Steve’s lap and she instantly started to wiggle, wanting down from her father’s lap. Steve reacted quickly, setting her down on the ground. The second her feet hit the floor, she rushed off out of the room. 

  “I have something else to make him feel better,” She called from another room. Seconds later, she ran back into the bathroom. Y/n stood up, watching as her Daughter rushed right by her and up to her father, holding a pink box of Hello Kitty bandaids to him. “Here you go, Dadda, these make me feel better too. And this way, you can get a Momma kiss sooner.” She pushed the box against his chest, adamant on him using one. 

  “Okay, Momma will put one on me, okay,” Steve told his Daughter softly, gently taking the box from her hand and pulling a random one from the box. “Should I use this one?” He asked her holding the single bandaid in it’s packaging. 

  “Dadda, you can’t choose which one you get! It’s a surprise,” She corrected him, her hands falling to her hips as she scolded him. Y/n held back her laughter, watching her Daughter, who couldn’t even reach the sink, scold Steve about Hello Kitty bandaids. Immediately, her Daughter whirled around to her. “You put the bandaid on Dadda and give him a kiss to make it better while I go find my pretty shoes.” She ordered, walking out of the room. Her parents watched her head out, the box tucked in her hand. 

  “Yes ma’am.” They replied together, shaking their heads at their daughter as they chuckled. Y/n plucked the bandaid from Steve, quickly taking the wrapping off and sticking it to his face. 

  “Ohh, you got a good one, Babe,” She snickered, letting the wrapping fall into the garbage can. Steve hummed, standing in front of the mirror to inspect the bandaid. His eyes landed on the pink bandaid littered with Hello Kitty’s face. “Now, I do believe my boss ordered me to give it a kiss to make it feel better.” 

  “Did she now,” Steve hummed, wrapping his arms around Y/n’s waist to pull her into him. Y/n hummed in response, her eyes dancing happily. “Well, you can’t go against bosses orders-” He trailed off, a smirk on his lips. Rolling up onto her tippy-toes, Y/n placed a kiss over the bandaid, crashing back down onto her heels. Her lips had barely touched the bandaid, let alone him. He hummed, pretending to think. “Nope, not better.” 

  “Not better? Well, I guess this calls for another dose,” Y/n played along, pressing another, longer kiss to the bandaid before pulling away. “Any better now,” She asked. Steve shook his head. “I guess I’ll just have to try and administer it elsewhere, huh?” She perked an eyebrow, Steve’s eyes widening for a split second before her lips attached themselves to his. Compared to what he had originally thought, it was a let down, but the kiss was soft and lingering. The kind that made his head spin with the kind of intimacy that you couldn’t find anywhere else, a different intimacy than what was found in the bedroom, but also a different intimacy than holding each other. He couldn’t describe it, only being able to come up with one word: mind shattering. Whenever she kissed him like this, he couldn’t think of anything else, just her and the feeling of their lips moving together. 

 She pulled away, leaving a stunned Steve, his lips still lightly puckered. “Your kisses really do make things all better.” He said, coming back down to earth. Y/n giggled, shaking her head as her Husband. 

  “I’m glad you feel better, now, I have to go find some shoes then make some calls for work,” She patted his chest, rolling her lips together, still feeling the same aftershocks of the kiss that Steve was feeling. “Have a good day at work, Babe.” She pressed another, quick, kiss to his lips, him reciprocating for the split second. And with that kiss, she slipped out of the room in search for their Daughter’s pretty shoes. Steve smiled, righting his work clothes and leaving the room himself, flicking the light off on his way out. 

  Walking into the his work, tucking his keys into his pocket, he still had that big smile on his face. He almost forgot all about the bandaid on his face, but the adhesive was tugging at his face from his cheek crinkling from his wide smile. “Harrington? Is that a Hello Kitty bandaid on your face?” His co-worker snickered, followed by his other co-workers joining in on the laughter. 

  “Yeah, it is.” He proudly announced, setting his stuff down. The males laughed, but their laughter didn’t bother Steve. He didn’t care about what his co-worker’s thought. Most of them nearly fell off their chairs at the first Christmas Party when Y/n had walked in. When they found out that she was married to Steve, they had all but passed out right then and there - not understanding how he had managed to ‘snag a good one like her’ as they put it. Y/n often commented about them when Steve’s come home stressed from the crap they put him through, saying that many of them are jealous, insecure men who think the world owed them everything simply because they were men.  

  “Next thing you know, you’ll be coming in with a purse and heels!” Another one piped up, laughing as if he had just said the best joke in the whole world. 

  “He already comes in with his nails painted!” Yet another one pointed at Steve’s bright pink nails. The polish had just finally come off of his skin and they looked really good, his Daughter improving at painting nails. Clearing his throat, the guys stopped their laughter, thinking he was going to join in on the jokes, but when he turned around, their joking manner disappeared. 

  “If my Daughter gives me a purse and heels to bring to work, then yes, I will be coming into work with a purse and heels. And if you guys have a problem with that, you can keep it to yourselves.” He shut them down, starting his day of work as the other guys just blinked at him. He smiled, looking at the picture of his little family, thinking about what he was going to be coming home to: his two girls and he couldn’t be happier. Well, maybe if there was one more, but that was a thought for another day.