#steve harrington writing

[astermath]

hiya! i’m a really big fan of your stranger things work and I was wondering, if youre comfortable of course, a steve x reader period imagine where reader tried to hide their period from Steve, but he finds out and is super fluffy and sweet about it? thank you!

HAHAH wow i have let this ask stew in my inbox since last year thats CRAZY im so sorry my dear,, i was going through old asks and i rlly like this prompt actually so here u go, i hope u enjoy!!!!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, obv mentions of periods / menstruation, reader is referred to as female, steve being dense at first lol, regular sized font below!

wc: 1.4K

notes: while the reader in this fic is female, i am well aware not everyone who has a period is a girl, and not everyone who's a girl has a period!

Steve is one attentive boyfriend.

It’s the early stages of your relationship, the golden era, the honeymoon phase. And while you’re a still a bit nervous about it all, you couldn’t be happier, because he does it all right.

He knows your favourite snacks, what music you like, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry. He’s starting to figure out your ins and outs, and it’s almost crazy how quickly he’s catching on. You have no reason to feel judged by him at any point, he truly is comfort poured into the shape of a person.

So then why are you staring at your phone right now, struggling to dial his number and just tell him why you can’t make it to your date?

It’s not usually this bad, at least it hadn’t been for a while, so why now, of all moments, must you be forsaken to be terrorised by your period?

You bite your lip, laying flat onto your bed, hand over your lower stomach. It's right where the pain is just gnawing at you, just like the guilt is. But you know you’d feel even guiltier if you just stood him up, he doesn’t deserve that. You sit up, a tad slowly to save yourself from another cramp, and swallow your nerves for now.

“I’ll just… Tell him I’m sick. Yeah… Yeah I can do that.” You think to yourself.

The combination of his number had started to feel natural to your fingers now, unlike how anxiously you pressed the buttons the first time, triple checking before finally pressing call. You're triple checking again now, more so because you're not sure you can handle hearing the defeat in his voice when you tell him you can't make it.

The phone barely gets a moment to ring before he picks it up, and his all too familiar sweet voice comes through the device.

"Hey babe, everything okay over there?"

You pause a moment before replying. "How did you know it was me calling?"

"Lover's intuition." He chuckles, and it makes your heart flutter. It's not fair how easy it is for him to do that to you, but you enjoy it nonetheless. "So, what's going on?"

"I, uh..." God, getting the words out is like pulling teeth. But you'd rather die than let him think you just got cold feet about your movie date. "I'm really not feeling too well right now, Steve... I'm-- I'm so sorry, I'm gonna have to cancel for tonight." Your eyes are welling up with tears before he even gets a chance to reply, just imagining his pretty face losing its bright expression when hearing your unfortunate news.

"Oh," damnit, he does sound sad, "that's okay, uhm... Is there anything I can do? What kinda sick is it?"

Shit, he's gonna make you say it, isn't he? You know Steve is a mature guy, he knows about periods, knows how they work, but you've been told to suck it up and get on with it before... A part of you is still disappointed that you just can't.

"U-Uhm... It's more like, a stomach thing, I guess?" It's the best way you can put it for now, hoping it'll put his worries to rest.

"Okay, I see..." You can nearly hear him thinking, the subtle noise of bags being moved and a fridge being opened coming through the phone. "Uh, how aboouuut... I come over to yours, and we just watch a movie at home? I still got a couple of tapes we haven't gotten to, and I can bring some light snacks that won't upset your stomach too much."

The thought of Steve caring for you while you're sick sends a warm feeling through your entire body. God, how does he just keep getting better? But you can't lie to him, right? It's not like you're really sick, unless you count the curse of menstruation as a symptom.

Before you get a chance to explain, he's talking again, and by the ruckus in the background you can only guess he's rushing to grab all his stuff. "I'll be heading out in a bit, I'll stop by the corner store too, stay put for me alright? See ya in a bit!"

You're sure he didn't realize he wasn't letting you talk, but frankly, you probably couldn't even come up with a response on time anyways. Right now, you just have to worry about looking somewhat presentable, and maybe figure out a way to tell him you're not actually sick.

By the time you've brushed your hair and brushed some mascara onto your lashes, you're already hearing the doorbell. You just manage to pull a fresh shirt over your head, before stumbling down the stairs and stopping in front of the door. With a deep, loaded, sigh you open it, to reveal your boyfriend.

Hair messed up, plastic bag in hand, jacket haphazardly thrown on. He clearly rushed to be here, still panting a little, but in your eyes, he's the image of your guardian angel, your saviour in need.

Before either of you know it, you're crying again, your freshly applied mascara now leaving thin black streaks over your cheeks. Your hands go up to cover your face, embarrassed, not even sure why you're sobbing all of a sudden. The feelings just hit you like a freight train, rocking you before you even have a time to rationalize.

Steve's expression falters, the bag he had in hand dropping to the floor in an instant, stepping in closer so he can carefully wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. Not too tight, he doesn't want to startle you. He's a bit distraught; he's really only seen you cry at a sad movie scene before, so he's a bit unsure as to what's caught you to be so upset right now.

"I-I'm sorry..." you manage to mutter through your incoherent sobs and sniffs, effectively ruining the front of his shirt in the process.

"Hey, hey..." His big hands go up to your face, gently cupping your wettened cheeks as he looks into your teary eyes. Hell, the image of you is almost enough to make him break too. "What're you sorry for? You can't help it that you're sick, right?"

The reminder of your lie makes you want to break eye contact in shame, but it's hard to force yourself to lose sight of that soft, caring gaze of his.

"I," sniff, "I lied, I'm so sorry Steve, I-- I'm not sick, I just... I have..."

He watches you expectedly, not upset, just curious. You'd surely have your reasons if whatever caused you to cancel is making you this upset.

"I'm... I'm just on my period and it-- it hurts really bad, it's not even usually this bad, and I felt like I was overreacting and I feel so bad and--" Your ramble gets cut short by his chuckle, the same one that nearly caused you to melt over the phone earlier.

"W-Wha... Why are you laughing?" You're not sure if you should be happy or worried, you're already experiencing so much at once, it's hard to pick one emotion to feel.

"Nothing, it's just, well," he picks up the bag he dropped, opening it slightly to show the bars of chocolate, candy and your favorite chips inside. "I had a feeling."

The sight of it makes you snap out of your state of distress, and you can’t help but crack a smile through your tears. “Seriously? How?”

He shrugs, a sheepish smile adorning his face. “I told you, lover’s intuition.” He pulls you back to him and kisses your head. “There’s another bag in the car with chicken soup in case I was wrong.”

You both laugh, just hugging on your doorstep for a moment. You have to let it sink in, that maybe Steve just is that sweet and considerate of a guy.

“D’you wanna go inside, or does standing outside help with cramps?” He pulls back a little, and you fight the urge to poke him in the ribs for his sarcasm. You love it either way.

“Yeah, let’s go inside. We can watch When Harry Met Sally and I can cry my eyes out again. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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[manwrre]

i desperately need some rancher or cowboy!billy in my life. i’m talking tall and buff and sososo golden; from the sun-toned ringlets of his hair, to the scars and stretch marks across his arms and hips. i want him slaving on the ranch all day in the heat until he’s freckled just about everywhere.

i want him burning— smoldering eyes and this lopsided grin that promises nothing but white-hot pleasure. and he’s known for wearing his trademark, black leather pants with flaming red stars on the ass because he knows that he’s got it. he knows that they accentuate his thighs and grip his backside just right and drive at least half of the backward town’s population absolutely wild.

he’s also the perfect mixture of foul mouthed and dripping with sugary sweet charm. i mean, on average, he’s just so quick-tongued and crude and cusses just about anyone to tears. but when he really wants it, he drops his voice into this honeyed, little southern drawl and calls everyone ‘sugar’ and ‘doll’. he’s been talking guys and girls outta their drawers for as long as he’s been apart of this rodeo.

and he’s got a temper that he’s inherited from his sonofabitch daddy but attracts everyone because he glitters like his mom’s creek-caught gold. he’s daring too, of course, so he bull rides and sharpshoots and is always up for a bar fight.

i can imagine him and city boy!steve meeting for the first time. like, billy’s all

“lookin’ a lil lost ‘ere, sweetheart. town’s about two miles back that way.” he nods off in the direction that steve’s come from, steadying his horse.

and steve just frowns at his mocking tone, squinting up at him in the summer heat.

“i’m not lost— i’m just looking for the head rancher. have you seen him?”

“whaddaya need him for? ‘stole your girl or somethin’ because we settle that out on the street, not at a man’s job.”

and it honest to god feels like steve’s being toyed with; like billy’s making fun of him. he’s got this pinched look going for him and embarrassment makes him snap,

“you know what, it’s actually none of your business so if you could just point me in his direction, i’ll be outta your hands and on my way.”

and billy’s amusement spreads across his entire face this time; his smile shattering his cheeks, like cracks on a sidewalk. he’s all,

“except, that’s where you’re wrong, doll. you want the ranch hand, well you’ve got his undivided attention,” with this shit-eating grin and yk, just titters.

as you can imagine, steve gapes and catches himself and billy thinks both, “wow, this guy’s an ass” and “he’s cute, in a baby calf kinda way” and unbeknownst to each other, that’s the start of ‘em.

[dr0wning-in-hell]

First Times a Charm- Steve Harrington

Summary: Y/N and Steve had been together for quite some time now, their one year anniversary coming up soon on their calendars. The ++farthest they’ve gone is a heated make-out session, but today Y/N wants to take this farther.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+, virign!reader, penetrative sex, teasing, fingering, oral, maybe a slight innocent!reader?, handjobs,

Pairing/Characters: Virigin!Reader x Steve Harrington

Prompt: kinktober prompt list #1- First Time

A/N: this was literally supposed to be written and published last kinktober but it never happened lmao, so enjoy it now.

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Was this really a good idea? You only lose your virginity once, shouldn’t she be more worried about it than she is? Maybe it’s the adrenaline rushing through her veins, but either way it’s too late to turn back now.

Y/N had gotten dressed up in a cute little outfit she had planning all day. She pulled at the bottom of the skirt as she rang Steve’s doorbell, anxiously awaiting him to answer the door. Just as she was about to turn and bolt back to her car, Steve emerged on the other side with a smile gracing his face. 

“Hey, glad you could come over tonight.” Steve said as he stepped to the side to let his girlfriend in. His eyes wondered her body, taking in every inch of what he could see. He wouldn’t admit it to a single soul, but he dreamed of what his girlfriend looked like underneath all her cute outfits. What color her matching panties and bra were, if she had any hidden tattoos or piercings, the thoughts were truly endless.

Y/N walked in sheepishly, blushing as she walked past him and into the entry way to take off her shoes. Even though she had been over to his place thousands of times it still racked her nerves every time she stepped through the doorway. The couple walked to the lounging room where the TV was set up with one of the newer movies that just came into Family Video. He had her favorite snacks and drinks splayed out on the table, it was perfect- and innocent. Steve was clueless too the things that Y/N had planned for the night and she was just hoping that he’d want to go through with them.

“Are you okay, babe? You seem even more nervous than usual.” Steve pointed out as he sat down on the couch and pulled her down next to him. She nodded slowly which didn’t at all convince Steve that she was okay, but he didn’t want to push it too much. 

Y/N adjusted herself on the couch and leaned into Steve’s side, trying to calm her breathing down a little bit. She was extremely nervous, she had no idea how she was going to start everything, but it had to start eventually. Steve started the movie and the two began to relax as the starting credits rolled on. 

It was fine in the beginning, the two were cuddling, making comments about the movie, but then came the unannounced sex scene. Y/N felt her boyfriend shift a little next to her, causing her to catch his eyes in an awkward glance. He cleared his throat and looked back to the screen in hopes of lightening the sexual tension, but to no avail. Y/N was still staring at him, her eyes just barely glancing at the screen to see the way the man was ravishing his lover’s body.

She wanted that.

No. She needed that. 

Steve turned his head as he felt her eyes burning into the side of his face. When he went to ask her what was wrong, he was cut off by Y/N connecting their lips in a very needy kiss. Steve wasn’t complaining, though he was caught off guard, he liked seeing his girlfriend like this. As he pressed himself back against her lips, Y/N took the opportunity to move herself onto his lap, her legs on either side of his own. Ever so carefully did she lower her ass against her crotch, immediately feeling his growing bulge in his pants.

There was a small grunt against her lips, the sound coming from the boy underneath her. She pulled away, worried she did something wrong. “Are you okay?” She asked softly, slightly panting as she tried to regain her breathe.

Steve nodded a bit, his hands falling to her hips, the pads of his fingers feeling a bit of the soft flesh that was exposed under her shirt. “Mhm,” he hummed, smiling a bit, “I just- what’s gotten into you? Not that I’m complaining, I’m just curious.” 

Y/N couldn’t help but blush as she glanced down to try and ignore his gaze. “I- uhm, I just- I think I’m ready to have sex now.” She stuttered out the sentence in bits and pieces but eventually got the words out of her mouth. She watched Steve’s eyes widen a bit as she said this.

“Are you sure? You’re positive?” He sat up a bit now, his bulge now pressed firmly against her clothed cunt. Holding back a small moan, she nodded her head. Steve wasted no time in moving her off of him and dragging her upstairs to his room. Once he had her pulled into the room and the door was shut he had her pinned against the wood, his lips crashing back down onto her plump lips.

The kiss was heated and passionate, both of them putting all their emotions into it. In the midst of the kiss Y/N reached down and pulled off Steve’s shirt, her fingers grazing the now exposed skin. Steve’s skin rippled under her touch, a small groan escaping his lips as he felt the small touches. After a moment of catching their breathe, Y/N reached down and began to pull her own shirt off and tossed it along side her boyfriend’s.

Steve’s eyes were directly glued to her chest as he watched her breasts move with every breathe she took. Y/N wanted to shy away out of instinct but Steve held her hands in his, pulling her ever so close so that their chests were touching.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He mumbled, his forehead pressed against hers as he started to move them back towards the bed. As they moved he took this time to skillfully remove her bra, one hand hooking around her back to pull the clasps apart and discard of the piece. When he looked down at her chest once more he was surprised to see a tattoo in the middle of her chest, sitting perfectly between her tits. He reached up silently as he dragged a finger across the piece of art, his eyes never leaving the sight in front of him. “This is hot as fuck, when did you get this done?” He looked up at his girlfriend, only to see her looking away bashfully.

“I- um, remember my friend Joe? She said it’d look hot and that you’d like because her boyfriend loves hers, so she did my tattoo at her studio.” Y/N babbled about the tattoo out of nervousness, but once she finally looked up and locked eyes with Steve, all that nervous tension in her body seemed to fly away. 

Steve only hummed as he began leaving a trail of kisses from her neck, down her naval, then her stomach, and along her hips until he was eye level with where she was wanting to feel him the most. Her breathe had picked up a bit, her teeth digging into her lip as she awaited his next move. “May I?” Y/N’s head moved faster than her mouth as her let out a squeak of a ‘yes’ and watched her boyfriend  gently pull down her skirt, now leaving her only in her panties. 

Y/N was wearing a light pink, laced panty that hugged her perfectly that had Steve palming himself over his pants that he hadn’t even thought about taking off yet. Steve stood up abruptly and began to shake his pants off in a rush, nearly tripping over his own feet as he kicked the jeans to the side. Y/N laughed softly at her boyfriends actions, but was quickly interrupted as he laid her back onto the bed, her hips and below laying off the bed. 

“Gonna make you feel so good, I promise.” He went back down to her aching cunt and watched as a damp spot appeared before his eyes. He chuckled as he realized how turned on his lover was, and he couldn’t wait to see what else he could pull out of her. “Gotta prep you first, okay? Don’t want you to hurt.” Y/N nodded and watched as he moved his thumb over her covered clit, pressing down lightly on it at first to see what reaction he’d get out of her.

Y/N’s body jolted forward, hips involuntarily bucking upwards at the sensation Steve had just created. He smirked, clearly pleased with what just happened. He continued rubbing small circled against her clit, pressing down harshly every once in a while. Y/N let out a small whimper, eyes squeezing shut at this new feeling. 

“Never been touched like this, have you?” Steve asked curiously. Y/N nodded, her eyes never meeting his. “Use your words baby, can’t have you just nodding all night long, I wanna hear your pretty voice.”

“I- I’ve never been touched like this before.” She choked out, embarrassment flooding her body. 

“Not even on your own?” Steve wondered aloud as he watched the damp spot on the front of her panties grow. 

Shaking her head she huffed out, “No, never. Didn’t know what I was doing.” Hearing her say these words out loud just made her cheeks flush.

Steve smirked up at his girlfriend as he slowly dragged her adorable pink panties down her legs. “Guess I’ll have to teach you then, won’t I?” Steve didn’t wait for an answer, he just dove right into the drenched cunt in front of him. Y/N let out a loud gasp, her hands flying to tangle themselves in Steve’s curls. Now this was a whole new sensation, one she was surprised to be enjoying. When Y/N looked down to watch Steve run his tongue along her slit and then latch itself onto her swollen clit, she was not expecting to be locking eyes with him and never letting go.

His tongue moved softly yet quickly against her pussy, her juices flowing down his chin as he tried to bury himself deeper into her core. He watched with amusement as Y/N began to lose herself in the pleasure, letting him do whatever he pleased to her aching cunt. Thinking that she had enough teasing, the boy moved his index finger to the opening of his girlfriends sopping hole, watching as it opened and closed around absolutely nothing. Ever so slowly did he begin to push his index fingers past her velvety walls, relishing in the feeling of her just sucking him in so easily. It made his mind wonder to what she was going to feel like around his cock.

Y/N whined, her hips rotating on their own as she tried to gain any sort of friction. “Stevie, please,” Her voice was soft as she panted for him, “ I need more.” Hearing her beg for him to continue was enough for him to begin pumping his index finger steadily into her pussy. the squelching noises only becoming louder as she grew even more wet. After a few minutes of getting her used to one finger, Steve added his middle finger to the mix and began to curl his fingers against her sweet spot with every thrust.

“Fuck,” The whimper left her lips so softly yet it sounded so lewd, so sinful. “Feels- feels so good, Stevie.” Y/N’s eyes were glossed over, tears of pleasure threatening to spill out any second. Her walls clamped down around Steve’s fingers as he tried to retract them, chuckling at how her greedy cunt just kept sucking him back in. “I feel... weird.” Y/N said warningly.

Steve looked up at his girl and instantly knew what she meant. She must’ve been super inexperienced or just down right unknowledgeable on all of this. “It’s okay baby, that just means you’re gonna cum soon. Don’t hold back, just let it happen.” Steve encouraged her as he continue on with his actions, making sure to really press against that soft, spongey spot inside her to get her to orgasm even faster.

Y/N couldn’t hold back the scream of pleasure that came out of her as she came, her legs clamping around Steve’s hand and successfully keeping him there as she ground down on his digits, riding out her high on her own terms. She whimpered as the feeling came to an end, her hips spasming just a bit as she slowly relaxed back into the bed.

Steve was in awe of what just happened. He just gave his girlfriend her first orgasm, probably ever. He did that to her, and it was a sight only he will ever get to witness. As he carefully pulled his fingers from her sore hole, his mouth fell agape as he looked at just how much cum came out of her. It’s more than he had ever seen any girl release as it totally coated his fingers.

“Fuck, baby.” He looked up at the girl in front of him, a smile of pride gliding across his face. “You came so much just from my fingers alone, I can’t wait to see how you cum around my cock.” Steve raised his cum coated fingers to his lips and stuck them in his mouth, sucking them clean of her juices and then pulling them away with a lewd ‘popping’ sound. 

As Steve stood up from the ground, Y/N could see his bulge through his boxer briefs. She sat up, reaching forward without saying a word and pulling the material down his legs. Steve was sweating as he watched Y/N eye his length, taking in every inch of him before she wrapped her hands around him and began pumping his cock slowly. Steve let out a gasp, his knees threating to buckle out from underneath him. Y/N kept eye contact with him the whole time, never letting either one of them break away from each other. 

“Not gonna last long if you keep that up, princess.” Princess. The pet name made Y/N tug a little harsher on accident. Steve hissed in pleasure, one of his hands coming down to grab her wrist to try and stop her movements. Instead of stopping she only continued, moving her hands faster and squeezing a little hard every few pumps. “Fuck- gonna cum, princess stop.” Without question she stopped, pulling her hands back into her lap with a wicked grin on her face.

“Just wanted to return the favor.” Her voice was teasing, like she wanted to push the limits. Steve only chuckled as he moved her to the middle of the bed and placed himself between her legs.

“Trust me, you can return the favor later. Right now is all about you.” He reached behind her head to grab a pillow and positioned it under her hips to make her more comfortable. “You’re sure you still want to go through with this?” He was worried she was doing this for him, not for herself. He wanted this to be the perfect first experience for her.

“Steve, I love you and want to do this.” She said reassuringly, “Now are you going to fuck me or not?” Steve chuckled at his girlfriend’s eagerness and nodded, getting the perfect position as he lined himself up at her entrance. He reached down and intertwined their fingers, giving her a gentle squeeze before he began to push into her cunt.

Y/N let out a gasp at the intrusion. She knew this wasn’t going to be any easy push and would take a moment to get used to, but right now she had to remind herself to relax or else this was not going to go over well. She took in a few deep breathes as she waited for her body to adjust to Steve’s size, his length and girth made her feel like she was being ripped in two. Thankfully Steve knew this wasn’t going to be easy, so he paused and held his place while he waited for the go ahead from his girlfriend.

After a moment of adjusting she nodded and told him to go, that she was fine and could handle it. Steve’s thrusts started out slow and steady, not wanting to push all the way in just yet in case he hurt her. He watched her facial expressions closely, his chest filling with a sort of pride as he her eyes rolled back in pleasure and eyebrows scrunched together every time he hit a sensitive spot inside her. 

“Want- want you to go deeper, please.” Y/N begged softly, her hands squeezing Steve’s as she rocked her body back and forth, try to feel even more of him. 

Steve gave her a warry look, “You sure?” Was all he asked before Y/N was nodding her head furiously and she felt him pressing himself all the way inside her tight walls. The pressure of him sitting in her lower belly had her moaning louder than before, her chest heaving as she clamped down onto his cock. “Gotta stop clenching around me, baby, wanna make this last for you.”

Y/N could only let out a whimper as she slipped one of her hands down her belly and rested it right on top of where she could feel Steve. He was deep inside her, nestled right under her belly. Steve smirked as he followed her hand and gently pressed down, causing her to squirm under him. “Is this how deep I am, princess? Can you feel me all the way up here?” YN nodded slowly, trying not to lose her own self-control and move as she pleased. Steve pressed down gently, sending electric shocks throughout Y/N’s body.

“Please, Stevie, please move.” Steve did as asked and began moving again, this time thrusting his hips faster and angling himself upwards by raising Y/N’s own hips with his hands. Y/N began to feel the coil in her stomach again, but this time it seemed more intense, almost like she was gonna piss herself. Her moans grew louder as she began to near her second climax of the night, her body tightening up on her as a response. 

Steve was getting close as well, with the way Y/N kept clamping down on his cock and somehow sucking him even further into her cunt, he wasn’t going to last much longer. He tried to keep up the pace so that Y/N could cum before him, so to try and help her along he pressed one of his thumbs against her clit and rubbed it in tight figure eights. The overstimulation to her clit had Y/N cumming in seconds without any warning. 

That pissing feeling? That was her orgasm alright, her cunt squirting out her pretty juices and covering Steve’s lower half in her slick. Her moans sounded pornographic, something straight out of an adult movie he’d watch by himself. She tried to catch her breathe, her chest heaving as her brain tried to come up with some sort of idea of what she just did.

Watching his girlfriend unravel for the second time tonight had Steve cumming in her cunt, their juices mixing together as he painted her insides white. Steve pulled out halfway and pumped the rest of his cum onto her stomach and chest, marveling at the sight of her painted in his cum.

The two sat in a comfortable silence as they regained their composure, smiling to each other once they were able to pull themselves together. Steve leaned down to her forehead and placed a gentle kiss to the skin before getting up to get a clean rag from the bathroom. When he came back to the room he was still grinning from ear to ear.

“You did so good for me princess, even squirted for me.” He hummed happily. “I’m gonna have to get you to do that every time now.”

Y/N chuckled and watched as he cleaned her up with the rag, making sure to be even more careful around her sore pussy. “Is that what I did? I thought I was gonna pee.” 

Steve raised an eyebrow as he finished cleaning her up, “Oh baby, I have so much to teach you, don’t I?”

[justice4billiam]

Later

Sad Boy Steve Harrington

Word count: 682

AN: I woke up from a dead sleep just to write this little thang. I don’t know why but I had to. haha Sad girl feels (or in this case sad boy Harrington feels)

There were never “right now” moments in the Harrington household.

Steve was always living for... later, he supposed.

Always the "afters" and never the here, right now, In the present.

From the time he could remember, it was “not right now, Steven” and “maybe another time” and the worst one of all, “Later.”

That was another thing about the Harringtons.

Laters never came.

His earliest memories from his childhood were when he was just 3 years old.

“Why don’t you go play? Dinner should be done soon.” His nanny, Ellis, guided him off to his room while she wandered back into the kitchen.

He was in the middle of picking out his favorite book to look at when he heard his father's voice from his office. He didn’t even know they had come home.

Little Steve's eyes were the size of saucers as his head suddenly snapped up. He even remembers the slight jaw ache that resulted from how wide his smile had been.

He recalled how thrilled he was. How happy he was at that age when his parents finally arrived home.

He ran as fast as his tiny feet could go and practically barreled through the large double doors.

“Daddy?!” Little Steve exclaimed, hopping in place with excitement.

His father was standing over his desk; one hand was holding a phone close to his ear, and the other was tucked into the pocket of one of his incredibly expensive suits that he always wore.

Steve scampered up to him, latching himself around the older man's leg. “Daddy! I missed-” Before he could even finish that thought, he was forcefully yanked from his hold and shoved.

He had slammed into the cold, solid wood floors, his tiny body in shambles at his father's feet.

It felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs as he looked up to meet the man's furious gaze. As he looked at Steve, his dad held his hand over the phone's microphone piece.

"Not right now, boy! How many times must I repeat myself? You are not welcome in here! Go look for your mother." He brushed him off coldly, turning his back on him.

How easily he did that.

Tossed him aside like it was nothing, like he was nothing.

He had sniffled as quietly as he could so as not to irritate his father more. “Sorry, daddy...” He whispered before standing from the floor and dejectedly walking out.

He was passing his parents' bedroom when he heard her. He was young but he knew what it sounded like when someone was crying.

That was another one of many firsts for him.

He poked his head in and found his mother on the floor, her head in her hands, resting against the side of the bed.

Even now, Steve still thinks about that first moment from time to time: how heavy it weighs on his heart; no boy likes to see his mom cry.

“Mommy?” His timid voice rang out as he braved his way into the room and reached out to touch her.

She looked up, watery eyes falling on him. “Oh, Steven! Leave Mommy alone.” She snapped at him, quickly smacking his hand away and wiping at the tears falling onto her cheeks.

He drew his hand to his chest, as if burned. That was what really did it. Big, fat tears started to fall from his eyes as he cradled his hand.

His mother looked at him, guilt written in her expression. “Oh, baby...” He remembered hearing her say as she pulled him into her embrace. His body held tightly to her lap as their tears flowed.

"I'm truly sorry, baby." After a while, she whispered.

She grabbed his face and turned him to face her. "I'm just so upset..." She begins but shaking her head before meeting his gaze again.

"Why don't you be a big boy and go downstairs for dinner, and I'll tuck you in and read to you later? How does that sound? " She asked him, a smile on her lips.

A smile that never reached her eyes.

Later.

Yeah, later never came.

[starcourtcass]

honestly just blame tiktok for this one. it's basically straight up copy paste of the stranger things script with angst in the end. but hey i finally posted something<3

wc: 1.2k warning: angst, major character death, no beta we die like jason carver<3

Steve didn’t know how many punches he’d taken at this point. All he knew is that his entire face and chest hurt. He could feel the blood dripping down his face, over his lips to his chin to then drip down on the gray floor. How his wrists ache from the restraints keeping his hands behind his back. He feels the fist of the Russian officer hit his left cheek once again. 

“That one stung.” he groans before gasping for air. Feeling the raspy air hit his lungs, his ribcage burning in pain from the forming bruises. It honestly wouldn’t surprise him if his ribs are broken or at least fractured at this point.

“Who do you work for?” Commander Ozerov speaks with a tone that oozes of authority.

“For the millionth time, I work for Scoops Ahoy!” Steve pleads out, his voice raspy and breathy. “Scoops Ahoy..” he repeats. The commander signals the guard, making him punch Steve's gut.

What is he supposed to say to make the commander believe him? God if he just knew that this is what that stupid russian code was gonna lead to..

“What the hell?!” he groans in pain, just wanting this to end. “Look at my outfit! You think I just wear this?! Think I’m a spy in a sailor’s uniform?”

Steve is begging at this point. Sure, his life practically sucked but being beaten to death in a secret Russian underground base? He couldn’t leave Dustin or hell even Robin at this point.

Another punch lands yet again on his gut and it still feels like the air is being punched out of his lungs. Steve leans his body forward, hoping that something, someone will come to his rescue. It doesn’t even cross his mind what’s happening to Robin right now. If she is also being tortured like this or what they are doing to extract the “real” story. Not that you can blame him.

“How did you get in?” Ozerov asks yet again. And god Steve wants to punch him to make him suffer.

“I already told you, I told you before” Steve breathily says before gasping for air. He sits up straight again, proceeding to tell the somewhat true story to Ozerov. That they didn’t get a delivery, went into the room and it became an elevator and so on and so forth. Again, it was somewhat of the truth. They didn’t know it was an elevator to be fair.

“But I swear to god, nobody knows about us, nobody saw us. You could just let us go, alright? And.. I’m not gonna tell anybody about this, okay? Shit happens, life goes on.” he calmly requests, hoping that they actually would.

Steve knew it was a long shot, but he kept on rambling. Trying to save not only himself but Robin from the impending fate that they or at the very least he will die today. He makes a deal that they can have any ice cream from Scoops Ahoy, that they gotta try their “USS Butterscotch”. 

Commander Ozerov looks at him with his usual stern look before he suddenly laughs loudly, the soldier next to him joining. Steve couldn’t be more confused. He starts to laugh along with them, albeit very nervously ‘cause what the actual fuck is happening?

“I like this guy! USS Butterscotch” the commander chuckles before leaning forward, his hands on his knees, laughs quieting down and stopping.

“Who. Do you. Work. For.” Ozerovs stern look is harsh and staring right into Steve’s soul.

“Oh, come on. No, no! No, seriously–” Steve whines and begs before everything turns black as the soldier punches his jaw.

Robin screams and thrashes around as the Russian guards take her from her room to the next. They throw her on the ground next to Steve making her yelp and grunt as her body hits the floor. She notices Steve next to her, immediately calling for him.

“Hey..Steve. Steve?” She moves to sit on her knees nudging Steve, continuing to shake him and say his name. The commander walks into the room making her look up at him.

“What did you do to him? What did you do?!” She yells, scared for her friend. The commander quickly shuts her up by slapping her cheek with the back of his hand.

She hears them say something in Russian before grabbing her yet again making her trash around yet again. They grab Steve as well and put them on chairs, tying them together. Robin keeps talking to Steve, hoping her screams for his name will wake him up. The commander grabs Steve by his hair lifting his head up.

“Don’t touch him.” Robin hiss as she turns her head.

Ozerov clicks his tongue looking at Steve before releasing his grip on his hair. He walks slowly away to face Robin. She could just feel her blood boiling, angry at this man in front of her now. Not listening and angry because what the fuck did they do Steve? Sure, she practically hated his guts like four months ago. But now? He’s her best friend, whether she would admit it or not.

“I think your friend need a doctor. Good thing…We have the very best.” Ozerov speaks before laughing, the officers in the room joining in. Robin cuts this short by aggressively spitting him in the face. He however, wipes the spit off with his napkin. She looks at him triumphantly, almost as if to mock him.

“You are going to regret that, сука.” He threatens before leaving the room. 

She screams for them to let them go, let them out. They just ignore her, closing the door. Alone, trapped and bound with Steve. Steve, unbeknownst to Robin, is barely breathing. As she yells for help until her lungs almost give up, unconscious and on the cusp of life Steve sits tied up to the chair and her. 

And soon that cusp is no cusp. Soon, before the Russians make it back, as Robin pleads for them to be released, Steve takes his last breath. But just like the people say, his life flashed before his eyes.

He saw Dustin and him walking on the train track dropping meat here and there. He saw Nancy, the first time they made love. He saw when he fought Billy, defending the kids. He saw Robin. He saw her smile and her stupid board. He saw Dustin again, when he was sitting in his car, all done up for the Snow Ball dance. 

He didn’t want this day to be his last. He didn’t want to be beaten to death in a secret Russian underground base. But he did do it for the kids. It could’ve been Dustin in his place. He could never forgive himself if his blood was on his hands. 

So even though he didn’t wanna go like this, he is okay with the fact that Dustin is okay. Who hopefully will come and rescue Robin soon. It would be too late for him but he hopes it’s not for Robin. He doesn’t know the fact that Robin is with him for his last breaths. But if he did? He would be happy, happy to be next to the girl he loved.

props to you if you read all that, now tag for moots who i'm basically forcing to read the stranger things script.

@corrodedcorpses @wndalovebot @moonchildquinn @ceriseheaven @bimbobaggins69 @lokis-army-77 @loveshotzz @usedtobecooler @andvys

i had to like retag? this whole read more stuff is fucking shit up so i removed it, ok lmao ignore.

[kurogxrix]

me when the READER in the X READER has a name:

like babe the fic ate but i do NOT look like an Aurora🙁

[lazylittledragon]

if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

[elioslover]

I'm doing a blurb night to get some inspo guys, you can request like at least 2/3 numbers for one request, so send me some for Harry or for Steve? ily ily - emmy xoxxoxoxo

Angst/Fluff Prompt List Part 2

The first one was a big hit, so I hope you’re ready for a second one! These can work with ANY fandom! Reblog if you wish! (Please give credit, to where credit is due <3)!

“I need you.”

“You’re family.”

“I care about you.”

“Can I join you.”

“You made your choice.”

“This isn’t fair!”

“How could you do this?”

“Do you hate me?”

“I could never leave you behind.”

“Come with me.”

“That’s sweet.”

“You look great.”

“Where are you going?”

“That’s new.”

“Let me help you.”

“Drop the attitude.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’ve got you.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”

“Do you like it?”

“You smell nice.”

“They didn’t deserve you.”

“I trust you, do you trust me?”

“Karma is a bitch.”

“What the hell?”

“Son of a bitch.”

“I hope your day gets better.”

“I’m here if you need to talk.”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Sorry.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why are you acting like this?”

“How do I look?”

“Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.”

“What is this about?”

“You look like hell.”

“I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“It’s good to see you.”

“You know, you can stay if you want to.”

“I’m not pissed, I’m hurt.”

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

“I almost feel bad for you.”

“What you did was stupid.”

“No.  You listen to me.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I know you’re scared.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“You’re not helping.”

“It’s not safe here.”

“You should leave.”

“Everything is fine.”

“I’ll keep you safe.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Just go away.”

“You don’t have to act like you’re okay.”

“I’m only here to help.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

“Thanks for nothing.”

“I’m done.”

“You think that this is easy for me?”

“I hate seeing you like this.”

“You make me so mad.”

“I brought you dinner.”

“Say what?”

“You’ll be fine.”

“You’ve got me on your side.”

“I don’t like you…. I love you.”

“I don’t want you… I need you.”

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“I can tell you’re lying.”

“You’re in danger.”

“You deserve better.”

“You’ve changed.”

“I think I’m in trouble.”

“You always find a way to surprise me.”

“You did what you had to do.”

“You have no idea.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“This is just great.”

“You’re here late.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“I wanted to apologize.”

“It’s just you and me.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

“Calm down.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh come on.”

“No one is perfect.”

“You’ve been quiet.”

“What did you just say?”

“I’ll always be there for you.”

“Fair enough.”

“When you fall, I’ll always be right there to catch you.”

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“You’re not crazy.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“You believe me, don’t you?”

“Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.”

“Shhh…  You need to be quiet.”

“Fuck you!”

“You don’t even know me.”

[matchingbatbites]

Modern AU where Corroded Coffin does get famous - just not in a way they were expecting.

They try through high school, play some local spots, post their songs online, but they don't really get a lot of traffic. And they think, maybe this isn't going to work.

Until one day, when they post a cover of a pop song, a la Punk Goes Pop, and it does well. Really well.

So they start doing more covers.

Is there a part of their steadily growing fan base that loves their originals and racks up the play counts on the one album they've put out? Of course.

And they never stop sharing their original stuff, but it never gets the kind of engagement that the covers do - and they kind of resign themselves to the fact that, this is what they do now, might as well have fun with it.

Steve Harrington is a popstar who's been on the scene for a little while now, and he loves CC's covers. He never really cared for metal before - overstimulation and audio processing are a wicked duo - but because he knows these songs, he's able to actually appreciate the music, the way the band morphs them into their own style.

He keeps finding himself wishing that they would cover one of his songs.

And then he learns about their original stuff. He listens to the one album on repeat and loves it, loves the lyrics and the composition of the music, and decides that he's going to do the cover for once.

(He's definitely not trying to catch the attention of the hot as fuck lead guitarist, no siree! This is just a nice, normal cover.)

Cue Eddie Munson having a heart attack when his notifications are flooded with links to Steve Harrington - popstar dreamboat and Eddie's absolute guilty pleasure, the man whose music he only listens to at the dead of night when he's guaranteed to never be caught - covering one of Eddie's songs.

[bethsvrse]

me when writing

[astermath]

steve harrington who comes home late, seeing you sleeping on the couch.

his face radiates warmth when he’s met with the sight of your sleeping figure, draped in a soft blanket with your cheek smushed against the armrest. even asleep and unaware of your surroundings, you manage to be the single most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.

he’s as careful as he possibly can be not to wake you up, bending down to press a soft kiss to your forehead and shuffling his arms underneath you so he can pick you up. wrapped in a blanket cocoon of your own making, head resting against steve’s chest as he carries you to your shared bedroom, you couldn’t be more at ease. the scent of his cologne and his gentle grip on you keep you nice and cozy, even when he puts you back onto the bed.

he can’t help himself, so he kneels down besides it, fingers gently reaching out to trace over the curve of your cheek. moments like these make him feel like you’re surreal sometimes, so he likes to touch you to ground himself. even if the feeling of your soft skin only adds to your dream-like appearance.

he presses another soft kiss to your head, whispering an “i love you”, almost lost to the silence of the room. he gets up to change, and he almost doesn’t hear the giggles coming from you on the other side of the bed.

you’d pretend to be asleep on the couch another thousand times if you could experience that again. and he’d play along every time.

[manwrre]

head canon is neurodivergent steve kinda being a jack of all trades when it comes to anything remotely physical or like hands on (cmon, we’ve seen him twirl the bat). like, he’s got a lot of little niche interests and hobbies or skills because he gets bored a lot and goes through these little phases of hyperfixation when it comes to this stuff.

like, he’s got a green thumb??? his nonna (because head canon steve is a sweet little italian boy, sue me) always told him that fresher herbs were better for cooking and obviously, he cooks his own meals. so he makes the decision to start a kitchen garden and bro is a NATURAL. i’m talking rosemary, oregano, parsley, thyme, basil and freaking tomatoes for the heck of it.

or like, he once watched a segment on ‘the perfect conditions for growing strawberries’ and he couldn’t get it out of his head. he was up for the challenge?? visited the library and got a million books, bought the soil and equipment and kept them warm in the winter like they were his BABIES. and they were freaking delicious so obviously, he learnt how to make jam outta them.

he’s also crazy good at shit like draughts?? so he’s got a massive board and he plays against himself routinely. he plans on moving unto chess eventually but he hasn’t beat himself yet! all of his games keep coming to a draw.

he definitely knits and freaking crochets. he found a box of needles in the attic one time and some material and tried his hand at it. it took him a week or two but he knows about three different types of stitches at least!! and knitted himself some fingerless gloves last winter.

above all else though, he’s learnt how to play like two instruments—“and the triangle! she matters, she has feelings.” his parents had bought him a bunch of instruments as a kid, hoping that he’d have some inclination towards the arts so they could boast about it but he wasn’t really interested. he realized he hated the acoustic guitar so he got an electric one, which suits him sm better AND he can play the drums. but he likes to learn the hardest solos or nothing fr because he’s competitive

bonus points if steve underplays his interests when he’s dating billy because his parents can’t get him to shut up fast enough about ‘em. but the more billy comes over, the more he notices all of the little knickknacks just laying around ie. steve’s collection of mini whittled animals or his draught board laid out because he got stumped mid-game or the amps beneath his bed. and he’ll ask about them!! he’ll think it’s so freaking cool and let steve rant and babble about them for hours.

he’ll taste test all of his new recipes and learn draughts so he can kick steve’s ass and listen to new songs or instrumentals that he learns. like, there’s no way he won’t get wrapped up into his new interests with him and make it their thing.

[imfinereallyy]

El being wholesome with Steve. El being wholesome with Steve. The weird sibling duo we didn’t know we needed. I need more of it. I might do it….no I’ve done enough of them…

Okay, okay. But just picture this:

The kids trying to embarrass Steve all the time with photos and stories to Eddie, but El ruins it every.single.time. because she is so unbelievably wholesome when it comes to Steve.

Here is everyone pulling out scoops photos (which Eddie actually loves thank you very much) and sharing stories about his failed dates. Dustin tells Eddie specifically about the time he was teaching Lucas basketball and Lucas threw the ball too hard at the backboard and hit Steve in the face.

So they are all poking fun at Steve in his and Robin’s apartment (because in every universe these platonic soulmates live together) and there is just El who randomly chimes in:

“Steve took me to this thing called a ren faire once. It was very fun. We both looked really pretty.”

Eddie absolutely melts at the story and gushes over the photos she has.

And everyone gets quiet every time, because no one wants to criticize El, but one time Max gently goes, “You know that’s like….nice right? We’re making fun of him.”

Everyone one expects her to being embarrassed or confused but instead she simple says.

“I know. I don’t like it. Steve’s nice.”

And she embarrasses everyone, except Robin and Eddie who are the only ones Steve never gets upset with when they make fun of him. They all mumble out apologies, and Steve turns to Dustin and goes:

“This is why she gets a special section in the freezer. All different flavors of eggos.”

El’s eyes get wide. “Even the blueberry ones?”

Steve gives her hair a tousle, “Especially the blueberry ones.”

[cheer-nympho]

Demon Eddie this, Demon Eddie that…take a minute to picture Demon STEVE

Theres so much fun to be had with that. Maybe that’s how he got to the top, favours and exchanges

People come to him with requests and they don’t know how, but he always gets it done.

And then they owe him.

It becomes a thing for him to jokingly go “you owe me!” With a big smile, but they literally do. And he always cashes in, but usually just for small things he wants in the moment. Like a spare cigarette or a drink at a party.

And hey! Maybe Eddie DOES try to summon demons…

And one night, after he’s playing dress up as a satanist, he finally manages to summon one successfully.

Not that he knows that, all he knows is that Steve Harrington is knocking on his door all of a sudden.

Stupid puffy hair and goofy grin staring at him while he leans in.

“You called?”

And Eddie looks towards the phone slowly and back to Steve. Because no, no he didn’t.

He’s too tired and high to even pretend to be polite, just shutting the door in his face before leaning against it with a deep sigh.

But when he opens his eyes, Steve is stood there. In his trailer. As if Eddie didn’t just block his only way in and- okay, yeah. His eyes are fucking red.

He probably shouldn’t have used that book.

[dynamic-power]

Eddie's attention is caught mid-rant by the abhorrent sounds of Carol and Tommy H.

"Oh, Steve! Steve, oh, God, Steve-"

Eddie turns in time to see a pretty blush fill Steve's cheeks. Ah, he must have finally slept with the Wheeler chick. She's seated next to him, looking less than pleased about Steve's friends.

From what Eddie can remember, that's actually the opposite of what sleeping with Steve is really like. He's the noisy one, the one who moans and whines and whimpers when he's feeling so good.

"Fuck, Eddie, you feel so perfect-"

"Yeah, right there, Eds-"

"Keep going, I'm gonna, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie-"

"Eddie!"

"Yeah!" He turns away from King Steve and back to the rest of the Hellfire club.

"You were saying, about that cantrip?"

"Right," he says, shaking off old memories. Now isn't really the time to be revisiting them, anyway.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The party, of course, immediately accepted Will and Robin when they came out. Dustin couldn't help but ask the question because he's a nosy little shit.

Dustin: *looking at Robin* If you had to pick a man, though, who would you go for?

Robin: Steve. No contest. Only in a parallel universe, though. And parallel me still has to like women. There's no universe where I'm straight. Not that I have anything against heterosexuality.

Steve: Eddie. *everyone stares at him* Oh, was that question not directed at both of us?

Eddie: It's okay, big boy. If I were gay, I'd go for you, too.

Argyle: *whispering* Oh, man, Steve and Eddie don't know about bisexuality.

Steve: You whispered that to me.

Argyle: Oh, sorry. *turns to Jonathan* Oh, man, Steve and Eddie don't know that bisexuality exists.