#steve harrington x latina reader

[tyrian-witch]

In This World of My Own | Chapter One: Something Normal For Once

(Steve Harrington x Latina!Reader)

Takes place in the fall of 1985, after the events of season 3 (aka Starcourt Mall fire womp womp), reader is graduating high school as it’s her last year.

*Reader is afab, Latina and goes by she/her pronouns, given last name (to be revealed)

A/N: This is my first time writing a fic on tumblr so I’m a little new to it, and this is also my first time writing a Stranger Things fic :P

Warnings: None that I know of (unless you count my crappy writing), semi-proof read, fluff question mark? Robin being a good wingman for Steve. Slow burn?? Oh and some minor swearing

Word count: don’t know, don’t care

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October, 1985

Fall is the superior season, and what better place to enjoy it than in the small town of Hawkins? Sure, it wasn’t perfect (nothing really is to be honest), and it had this eeriness to it, but it wasn’t that bad.

If anything, the beauty of fall made up for any lingering spookiness that might have lurked in the shadows, but it was fine!

You’ve heard rumours and conspiracy theories of aliens and other things when you moved to Hawkins 2 months ago, but you thought those rumours were silly.

You didn’t really pay any mind to it, simply because you thought it might be some sort of silly hoax or whatnot. Maybe, just maybe it could be possible, but at the same time time, who knows!

For now though, it was your time to enjoy the lovely autumn environment that currently surrounded you.

It was a cloudy Thursday afternoon in October, and as soon as school finishes at 3 o’clock, you gather your things and book it out of there.

You mount on your bike, but you weren’t really in a hurry given that your shift at the local coffee shop wasn’t for another thirty minutes and it wasn’t too far away either - you figure you could get there early anyways because why not? You had nothing better to do, you were pretty much caught up on everything.

On your way there, you take in the beauty of your environment and silently thank Mother Nature for it as you cruise by yourself along the road, all while the jaunty tune of Pink Shoelaces plays on your Walkman. You feel good.

~~~

It’s very slow today, there’s hardly any customers.

You think there’d be some people coming in, especially after school. Maybe that’s just you. The Hawkins Cafe is a cozy spot, just on the corner of Main Street. In a way, you were glad it wasn’t very crowded, but again, it was concerning if you were at work doing nothing. What would be the point? You’re still getting paid, but no customers to serve.

Bummer.

To kill the time, you decide to tidy up your station.

You were working by yourself, but whoever was in your place last did not do a good job of keeping the space clean. You even found a big coffee leak under the coffee maker that was left unattended.

“¿Que carajo paso aquí? (The hell happened here?)” you mutter. You lift it up and some of the liquid spreads on the counter. “Hay, hijueputa. (Ah, fuck.) Seriously, are you kidding me?”

As you begin wiping down the spill, the sound of the doorbell chimes, signalling that someone has entered.

“Just a second!” you call out.

You finish cleaning up, before turning around to see, not one, but two customers: a guy and a girl. The girl had short blonde hair and freckles, and the guy had brown hair, and by the way it was styled, you could tell he took pride in it. It looked so soft, you could just reach out and touch it.

Huh?

You put on your best customer service face and smile. Wiping your hands on your apron, you say “Hi, what can I get for you today?”

“Hi!” the girl says. “I’ll have an espresso, please.”

“Okay, can I get your name?”

“Robin” the girl says with a smile. “We have biology together.”

You look at her, squinting briefly. Then it hits you: “Oh, yeah that’s right. Robin Buckley?”

She nods, still smiling.

You turn to the guy and say: “And what can I get for you?”

“Oh uh, I’ll just have a black coffee with some milk and 2 sugars, please.”

You nod, jotting both their orders down. Looking back at him again you ask for his name.

“Steve,” he tells you, offering a friendly smile.

“Okay, one espresso and one black coffee with milk and two sugars coming up” you affirm, heading to your station.

Meanwhile, Robin and Steve were sitting at one of the tables, talking amongst themselves.

“Veronica canceled on me,” Steve says, almost dejectedly.

“And why would that be?” Robin asks.

He pulls a face and shrugs before running a hand through his hair. “I dunno.”

Robin lowers her voice. “I think the issue is that you try to hard to charm the ladies, you just… fling yourself at them,” she tells him, doing a flinging motion with her hands to demonstrate.

“For your information, Buckley, I was this close,” he pinches his index finger and thumb together, “to going on a date with her.”

“Then why did she cancel?” 

“She said she had a family emergency,” Steve says matter-of-factly.

Robin scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Family emergency? Yeah, right.”

“What?” Steve has a confused look. “What’s wrong with that?” he asks.

He receives a look of disbelief from his friend. “Oh my gosh- okay,” she says. “You do realize that a “‘family emergency’,” she air quotes, “is just an excuse to get out of stuff, like a date, right?” She goes on.

As she’s explaining this, you catch his attention as your making their beverages. He wonders about you. Come to think of it, you’re really pretty. Wait-

“Hello, are you listening?” Robin waves a hand in his face.

Before he could say anything, he sees you coming over and stops his staring you make your way to their table, drinks in hand. “Here you go, is there anything else you two would like? you ask.

“No, thank you” they politely tell you.

You smile. “All right then. Enjoy!” Turning on your heal, you resume your front-of-house duties at the counter, awaiting new customers.

Steve watches you while you work, taking sips of his drink. In the midst of enjoying the caffeine, Robin catches this. Her eyes light up, as if a switch just went on.

“You should ask her out” she tells him.

“Huh?

Robin briefly glances in your direction.

“No, I- there’s no way-”

“Why not?” she almost yells.

“I don’t- wanna scare her off,” he says in a hushed voice.

“You don’t have to scare her off, dingus. Have you ever thought about taking things slow? Just relax.” Robin swiftly gets up from her seat then, making her way to the counter.

“Nonononono wait! What are you doing?” Steve whispers through gritted teeth.”

Robin grins cheekily. “Getting you back in your game!”

Steve was worried you could hear their conversation this entire time, but you had put your Walkman back on since it seemed like it was going to be empty for a little while longer, meaning your service wasn’t needed.

Steve feels nervous about whatever Robin is planning. If she even blows his chance to go on a date with you, he doesn’t know how he’d handle it. He normally doesn’t get flustered or embarrassed often. But he sees you now. He recalls seeing you around before, yes, you were new, but he never really paid you any mind. But he sees you - what could he do? Scare the new girl away before she even had a chance to know him, and vice versa? No way.

He wants to learn how to take things slow and easy, and not to “fling” himself like Robin said. He’d at least like to properly get to know you first, to have a chance at that. Now that he’s finally gotten a break from having to fight monsters from another dimension, he actually has the time on his hands to do something normal for once; in this case, meeting you.

“Hi again!”

Through the corner of your eye, you see Robin at the counter and immediately take off your headphones. “Oh! Yes, what can I- what can I get for you?” you stammer.

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to wear headphones. Whoops!

She sees the look of embarrassment on your face and reassures you. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell,” she winks. “I wanted to ask, you’re new here, right?”

“Mhm.” You nod.

“Have you been to Family Video?”

“No, I haven’t really got the chance to check out the stores here,” you say. “Why do you ask?”

She squeals in excitements “Oh! Perfect! When are you free?”

You shrug, thinking about it for a moment. “Tomorrow after my shift at 7, 7:30-ish, I guess?”

Robin, who continues to smile, taps the counter before heading back to sit with Steve. She points at you. “We will see you tomorrow then. Bye!”

She drags Steve from his chair, urging him that they were “gonna be late for work” followed by a “hey, my coffee!”

You watch the scene unfold, finding it almost odd, like something you’d see in a comedy.

“Okay, weird. But okay,” you say to yourself. “…Oh well.”

~~~

“Dude, what the hell was that?” Steve asks exasperatedly.

He’s driving now to Family Video, with Robin in the passenger seat. She’s looking out the window, then faces him.

With raised eyebrows, she says, “Uh, you’re welcome?”

“Nuh-uh, not ‘you’re welcome,’ you didn’t have to do that for me! I could have done it myself. I would have.”

She only looks at him and laughs.

Noticing the look on her face l, he rolls his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” She feigns innocence.

He shakes his head. “I would have done it.”

“Yeah, buuuuut you didn’t.”

Steve can only glare at her.

“Relax, lover boy. As your wingman, I just did you a huge favour.” She clicks her teeth and proudly points to herself. “You’re welcome.”

“Yeah, thanks” he sasses.

Let’s hope it’s different this time, he thinks.

~~~

Hope you enjoyed! :D

-M. ♉️

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[dulcecherub]

Omg please do the Latina pop star with Steve it already sounds good!

I definitely will! I want it to be like kali uchis and Karol g inspired, music wise. But also a bit of Selena. Cause why not. This might take me a while cause I actually want it to come out good.

[ghostlyfleur]

steve harrington x latina!reader

​thinking about taking stevie on a romantic summer getaway *cough cough* to rio or whatever place his girl is originally from *cough* and he’s so happy, he loves the sun and he loves watching you blossom underneath it, and he’s glad it’s summer where you are ‘cause it’s winter back home and he feels like he’s in a movie.

imagine him trying to learn the language, fumbling a little bit while trying to buy you something to surprise you with when you wake up, but he’s trying so hard and it’d be adorable.

he gets it done in the end, and that’s all that matters to him ‘cause he needs to find a way to thank you for this dream vacation where he gets to spend amazing days filled with fun, different things to do with the love of his life— the beach, family barbecues by the pool, introducing him to new food, teaching him customs and words and recipes.

[chiquititaosita]

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ brown is beautiful, Steve Harrington x latina reader (meeting)

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ post type: fic series

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ tbh i can’t believe I’m doing stranger things on this shit smh 🤦🏽‍♀️but im a sucker for this white boy. (And many more on my account on this app) please forgive me for my anime mutuals.

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ context: headcanons for Steve with a Latina s/o (female reader) takes place during and/or after season 4. HINTS OF INTERNALIZED RACISM (because we need to be aware of this shit) a little bit of angst, to fluff. Hispanic humor and slang en español, food descriptions, car terms

it’s another shift at family video. There steve is on the counter with his chocolate brown hair, fair skin wearing his vest and a black tshirt, a little silver or gold chain that was small but it was hidden a little bit under his shirt. Steve will be tired, exhausted, Annoyed. Done Just absolutely given up. because he wouldn’t know on what to do, trying to get over Nancy. literally robin is sick and tired of this shit. “You dingus, you realize why you haven’t been able to get over her right?” Robin crossed her arms wearing a black sweater with her eyes rolled up. And looking at her cell phone, it’s from her home girl y/n l/n name appeared to call.

“What do you mean?” Steve was already on the counter restocking some DVDs in the front, where the movie sale of La Bamba was being in stock almost selling out, since Keith wanted them to sell out soon.

“You go for only one type. Steve.” Steve listened carefully and had those two words “one type” replay in his mind that got him all dumb and stupid. Yes Steve in high school was a ladies man. Yet however all the girls noticed him going for the white girls. Thats when not many poc girls thought it was a joke for him to ask any girl who was poc. Steves widened and was at agape. Covering his mouth. Realizing that he’s been a huge douche bag to girls that are poc. Especially the Hispanics. “Hold that thought.” Robin was on the phone Answering to you.

“Hey home girl I’m coming by, i got your order ready.” You spoke with a smile on your face driving in a 1978 Chevy impala, modded to your liking, with hydraulics, and a v8 engine. Wearing a white tank top cropped, black zip up jacket, your hair all natural curls coming through, Nike Cortezes in white, big hoop earrings, black dickies pants, dark brown lip liner with a red lip mac lipstick on Russian red, just like the iconic Selena Quintanilla. Blasting some Spanish music of your choice.

“Oh great! Now you get to meet the suavecito i told you about.” Robin smiled through the phone, and Steve could hear you cackle, doing a bit of a loud laugh hearing some girl speak Spanish since his best friend put the girl on speaker.

“No mames Chingona!!! En serio? Eres un flaquito? Or what? Also pues, im five minutes away” Y/n was speaking Spanish. Robin was actually fluent in Spanish, surprisingly, when she had to order some food for breakfast, for the kids.

“Ah okay, claro see you chica” robin hung up and sighed. Chuckling lightly watching Steves moments of processing.

“what’s up with you?”robin looked over

“I just had an ephiphany….” Steve was walking to the register leaning against the counter facepalming, making that face of oh shit i fucked up.

“That is?” Steve was about to answer robins questions “well basically it’s that-“ until some loud music apparently the song te aprovechas was blasting outside. Parked into a near parking spot. Then not even a few seconds later, y/n was walking in with a beautiful smile that had lightened up the room immediately.

“Hola Chingona!!!” Y/n kicked the door open of the store walking to Robin giving a side hug, a little bit.

“Y/n wow you weren’t kidding that you’d be quick let me get these.” Robin smiled at her as she grabbed the box of pan dulce, and some carne asada tacos, brought that immediately smelled amazing with lettuce cheese ground beef, sour cream, cilantro, tomatoes, and grilled onions. “Aye no mama no I got you let me.” Y/n looked so happy and cheerful and gave in finally seeing the la bamba movie in stock!

“No mames! Cabrona! Yall have la bamba! Bro i love this movie!!!” She chuckled and smiled, picking it up, and putting it at the check out. Steve had what he originally was gonna say in the back of his head, then hearing that laugh of yours made him jolt and look at you every now and then.

“She maybe a challenge…, i think I can win her over.’

“Ahh so you’re suavecito! Eh!? You weren’t kidding Robin he el pelon es muy guapo.” Y/n giggled a bit as she was a sweetheart but a tóxica in disguise. “uhh yeah whatever that means but that yeah that’s me!” steve replied sheepishly as he’s trying to keep his composure well. “i’ll see you around, Steve!”

you say walking out and robin comes back looking at him. “okay you were saying about this epiphany.”

steve looked at robin, who steve has clearly rarely ever seen a latina before in hawkins. looking at her. “i think i might like latinas.” he’s got him in a look of smitten on his face. turns out he’ll won’t be the one thinking of you or in this case being steve dreaming of you.

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

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Live ur Life

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington x latina plus size! female reader

Warning: cursing 

Specifics: plus size reader, mexican reader, latin reader, one-shot, romance, fluff, comedy, angst

People: steve, joyce, jonathan, nancy, will, el 

Words: 2,318

Requested: By @glimmercrest​ I can’t live my life without requesting a masterpiece from you. Steve Harrington x Latina plus size reader? reader is a chola but minus the bad makeup. A badass reader who isn’t insecure but is still aware that they aren’t what guys look for. Reader is grunge rebel mechanic biker type also childhood friends with the Byers family and friends with Nancy. Reader begins 2 like Steve after the chaos.They don’t pursue their feelings even tho their friends know. Maybe Steve starts to notice them too?

Authors Note: so this is after season 3. i know anything about cars, mechanics nothing, nada so forgive me if i sound like a total dumb a*s. also i really got the feels with this one and got a bit philosophical.

“Papa, can you hand me that wrench over there?” You asked, your arm waiting patiently stretched out from under the car of the old lady that worked at a laundry mat across the street named Alondra. You worked for your father at his mechanic shop.

Your father quickly got the wrench for you. ���Mira, y/n.”

You smile as you got to work on your passion. You were taught at a young age how to fix cars, motorcycles, anything with an engine and you loved that greasy life style. Your father always wanted boys but instead he got you. Lets just say when it came to cars, you were better than sons. 

“Okay mi amor. Your car looks good and you’ve kept it in great shape. She’s a beauty.” You wiped your hands getting the grease off as you unraveled your hair from the bun it was in.

“Bueno, adios Alondra,” you smiled to the old lady, giving her a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

“Gracias mija, say, my grandson is visiting us for the weekend, how about you two go out for the night and spend time together? You are very beautiful and he is so sweet, and strong.”

You laugh as you kiss her cheek again, “goodbye Ms. Alondra.” You knew she was trying to play matchmaker.

“Y/n, someone in the front of the store is waiting for you.” Your father played with his toothpick between his mouth.

You waved to Alondra and walked to the mystery person.

The front door opened making a chiming sound as you saw that it was Nancy. 

“Hey girl, how’s everything?”

Nancy turned around with tears falling from her eyes. It looked like she was crying a lot. “I can’t believe he’s going to leave.” She ran to you with opened arms and cried into your shoulder. “Why does it have to be him?”

You were so caught up in work and making sure your friends and yourself were okay mentally from all the chaos that happened, especially with Max losing her brother that you forgot about the Byers family moving away and El. It was a shock to all and you were devastated as well. Jonathan was like a brother to you. He was your best friend even before all this and the Byers family was like your second home. 

You comforted Nancy saying, “I know baby, I know. Listen, things are going to be hard and they are going to be sh*t but you are strong, you are a strong woman you hear me. You are going to get through this because you have me. I’m here for you girl.” You rubbed her hair with your acrylic nails, feeling so sorry for your best friend. You know Jonathan meant so much to her. They were so cute together and they belonged to one another. 

After you comforted her and soothed her to relax she sat beside you on a crate as you brought coke for you both to enjoy and talk. 

“Its going to be hard for me to say goodbye. I don’t know if I can do it.” Nancy looked at the oncoming traffic, trying to take her mind off of the sadness.

“Yeah I feel ya,” you took a swig. “They meant a lot to me. Life ain’t gonna be the same without them, you know. They made me feel welcomed in a town where nobody really looked like me. Not only am I fat but I am Mexican, they ain’t nobody like me here. I felt like an outsider and they took me and my family in without a second thought.”

“You’re pretty bad a*s and beautiful.” Nancy chuckled. 

You giggled, “yeah, unfortunately Joyce gotta work some things out. After Hopper’s death she needs time. Time has a way of healing wounds but this just shows me that life is precious and its short and you gotta make the best of it.”

“By making the best of it do you mean with Steve?” Nancy wiggled her eyebrows. 

Nancy knew you’ve had a crush Steve. You were always friends with him and never really liked him but it was after all the chaos that you saw his true colors and how happy he made you feel. You slapped Nancy’s leg, “da*n girl you too much!” You were silent. “You never know though where life can take you.”

Later that day was the moving day. Nancy had told you to come even though you rather had said your goodbyes on the phone so no one could see you cry, but you knew you would have regretted it. You drove over to the Byers house in your motorcycle and everyone was there. They were already crying, holding hands, hugging. It all was too much for you. You stormed quickly in their empty house. Shocked by how vacant it was. You remembered all the memories here. All the good times you all shared. It seemed like yesterday. You stood in the bathroom looking at yourself in the mirror. You tried to not cry so your makeup wouldn’t get ruined but it was tough. You finally let it all out but somebody wrapped you up in their arms. 

“C’mon you can’t be crying. I’ve never seen you cry.” Jonathan held your face in his hands, smirking. 

“I hate you sometimes Byers,” you giggled but then cried again. “Why do you have to go?” You hugged him tightly not wanting him to go.

“I have to breathe you know.” he laughed but as you looked up at his face you could tell he wanted to cry as well.

“Dude, you know I got you. You grown, he*l if you want to stay I got an extra room at my house, he*l you could sleep in my bed if you want just please don’t leave me.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jonathan wiped your tears away. “I’m not leaving you. I might be a ways away but I’m still going to call you everyday to make sure you didn’t beat someones a*s. Besides, my mom needs me. Especially right now, she really needs me.”

You nodded, “I know. There’s just so much I want to say but there is such little time.”

Jonathan hugs you, “we got time. This is not a goodbye, this is a see you later.”

“You better visit dam*it! And you better call everyday cause if you don’t I swear your a*s is grass.” You pointed your long nailed fingers at him. 

Jonathan laughed but then tears came out of his eyes as he embraced you hard.

“Man, why do I gotta love you so much. I’m really gonna miss you. Tú sabes qué, you, you are my family right? You know life ain’t gonna be the same without you guys.”

“Jonathan we gotta go,” Joyce called. 

You walked Jonathan out and everyone was saying their goodbyes. You embraced Joyce and Will. 

“What do you want for Christmas, son?” You shook Will’s hair. 

“That new bike that just came out. It looks really cool,” Will’s eyes lit up.

“You got it kid.” You hugged him as you helped him in the truck.

“You spoil him too much,” Joyce kissed your cheek as you two said goodbye to each other. 

“Hey, since you’re the strong one of the family, you think you can keep an eye on those two stinkers?” You knelt down to El. 

El cried as she nodded.

“Aye mi linda, I’m gonna miss you. You are so important to all of us and we all love you no matter what.”

They all went in the truck and were driving out of the drive way until Jonathan put his window down and called you over. “This frickin boy, ay dios mio.” You ran to him. “What?”

“Life is waiting for you okay. Gratitude, okay. We all should be gracious for the time we have. You are going to achieve so many great things y/n. You just gotta go live.”

A tear fell down as you kissed his cheek. “See you later mi hermano.”

In a haste you rode your motorcycle. You thought about what Jonathan told you. “You just gotta go live.” It kept echoing in your head. You stopped your bike abruptly and hopped off to bang on the door. 

“Hello?” Steve came out in his pjs after going through many interviews with Robin. “Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“Okay, just shut up for a minute and let me speak. Life is short okay. Its really short and sometimes we have regrets and those eat us inside and potentially kill us-”

“Alright what does that have to do with-”

“Shut up. The thing is, I don’t want to have regrets. I don’t want to live my life thinking what if, what if. I want to live. I want my life to mean something and to spend time with the people I care about. Things could change. Life is full of unexpected events. But I don’t want regrets. I don’t want to regret not taking you out. So Steve Harrington, would you do me the pleasure of going out on a date with this thick, fat, churro of a girl? Cause if you don’t go out with me, I might lose my mind, just saying.” 

Steve was hella excited he thought he might explode. He showed off a huge grin and said, “wait here.” He closed to door leaving you waiting for him on your motorcycle. 

Steve never really was that interested in you. He thought you were gorgeous but he assumed you would never fall for him that’s why you two were always friends but in the past couple of weeks he couldn’t take his mind off of you. All he thought about was you. 

“Ready,” Steve brushed his hair with his fingers as he wore his denim jacket, ready for the date. “How do I look?”

You paused, teasing him as you tilted your head to the side. You were leaning against your motorcycle. Your nail tapped your chin lightly as you made believe to think of an answer. “I think you look delicioso,” you combed through his hair with your nails. 

“God talk Spanish to me,” he bit his lips and humped the air jokingly. “What did you say though?”

You hopped on your bike and raised your thin eyebrows, “pero you don’t know?  A woman my dear Steve doesn’t ever share her secrets.” You winked. “Now hop on.” You hit his butt. 

He climbed behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I think I could get used to it.”

“Here, wear this” You gave him your helmet. “Lets ride!”

You stopped at a comfy Mexican food truck. “My cousin owns this bad boy.” You slapped the truck. “Hey papo, what do I got to do to get some good food up in here?”

Your cousin’s head popped out with a smile and he ushered you to sit stating the food was on the house and saying he was going to get the best of the best for you two. He grinned seeing you with Steve, he left mumbling, “finally ella tiene un novio.”

“Wow this place is really cool.” Steve looked around. 

“I’m glad you like it,” you opened up a soda taking a huge chug. 

“I heard Jonathan moved today. I know you guys were close. How was it?”

You bit your nails as you tried to stay cool. 

Steve grabbed your hands, “its okay not to be okay.”

You faked smiled. “It was tough. He’s been there for me through a lot. He’s a good person.”

“Sorry about how I acted when I was young. I was a huge-”

“D*ck?”

He chuckled, “yeah thanks for that but honestly I was. I was really mean and acted super selfish and like I was entitled and sh*t but I’m so glad I’ve changed. I’m done with that Steve. Do you think I’ve changed?”

“Definitely. 100 percent. I remember you used to make fun of my weight and just make fun of me but now you’re pretty rad.”

“Sh*t I’m sorry. God I hate myself sometimes.” His head fell into his hands. 

“Stop. Sometimes we do things we’re not proud of. We’re not perfect, the important thing is if we change. I’ve changed. I remember I was this insecure little b*tch when I was young. I hated how I let people walk all over me and that I thought I didn’t deserve love or happiness. I changed and I’m never going to think like that again.”

Suddenly, these group of guys started to point and laugh at you. They made fun of your outfit and your weight. You rolled your eyes. “Excuse me.”

“No excuse me,” Steve stood up to those guys. “Why don’t you guys just leave her alone? You think you’re way better than anyone else but you all just need to get the h*ll out of here. Why don’t you go to the mirror and make fun of yourself? That would be super entertaining.”

The guys shut up as Steve smirked at you. “Needed to teach those guys a lesson.”

“Not bad Harrington, not bad.”

You two ate your dinner while your cousin blasted the news to all your family members and they are setting up the wedding date and everything. 

“I’m stuffed,” you hopped on your motorcycle. “Where to now Steve?”

Steve went behind you and rested his hands near your butt. “Why don’t we be like those cheesy movies and ride to a cliff or to a part where it looks over the town. Maybe make out there or talk who knows, wherever the wind takes us and we can just chill.”

You bit your lip as you grinned, “eh, its only 10:15. I got time to spare.” You revved up your bike and set off to your destination, ready to start this new journey called life. 

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[multi-writer]

Stranger Things Masterlist

Steve Harrington:

Tolerate it – Angst

So Close (Tolerate It Pt. 2) - Angst

Dancing with your Ghost (Tolerate It Pt. 3) - Angst

Eddie Munson:

The Princess and the Anti Hero – Fluff – Latina! Reader

Athlete! Reader - Fluff

Te amo – Fluff - Latina! Reader

Love of my Life Part 1, Part 2 – Angst and Fluff

A Sibling´s Love - Fluff

Nicknames - Blurb

2022! reader – Blurb (this helped me start the series “Love in the Past”)

Familia – Eddie Munson x Latina! Reader

The Broken Hearts Club - Friends Ending - Lovers Ending - Angst and Fluff

Series

“Love in the Past” Eddie Munson x 2022! Reader – time traveler

Chapter 1: 2022

Chapter 2: The 80´s are back

Chapter 3: The Stranger

Chapter 4: Old Movies

Chapter 5: New Friends

Chapter 6: The Crazy Van Dude

Chapter 7: Running Up That Hill

Chapter 8: The Lovers Lake

"The Lonely Princess and The Nerd Knight"

The Lonely Princess and The Nerd Knight Pt. 1

The Lonely Princess and The Nerd Knight Pt.2

The Lonely Princess and The Nerd Knight Pt. 3

[ridestomars]

Omg Hihi I found your blog last night and I’m so thankful that you write Latina!reader <3

I have one request!! How about taking Eddie or Steve to a Latin party? Having them experience the whole Latino party scene MAKSKSK It can be modern day!

thank you so much !!! Hope you have an amazing day <3

hi hi hi baby!! i'm so glad you liked them! i looove the concept of steve and eddie going to a latin party hehe i think i got a bit carried away but yeah <3 btw, if we have any brazilians reading this, go follow me on my side account @nanciewheelers, where i post eddie/steve content in portuguese !!

oh man, they'd be so out of place when they arrived. mainly because they were so nervous that they were the first to arrive, because they totally believed that the party would actually start at 8pm (little did they know that your guests would only arrive almost at 9) and so they distracted themselves by helping your mom settle the table and finish decorating – we're going for a kinda-fancy birthday party here, okay? and eddie would definitely steal some of the sweets and stuff them in his pocket. but i think that they only came because steve went up to eddie and said, "y/n invited me for this party... if you go, i'll go" because he was terrified of being there alone :( because he knows you're gonna be busy socializing with all the guests and won't be talking to him the whole time.

but anyways, your mom is just so happy that someone is actually helping her to finish setting the party (even though you practically made all of the decorations and food by yourself), and she makes sure to thank them all the time. "oh, you're just too sweet!", that's what she says when steve picks up a heavy dish from the kitchen and he just smiles gently at her, which only makes her swoon even more. and you just stand beside her with a how dare you? look in your face because you were there the whole time!! what about your thanks? anyways, when you walk out of the kitchen, you find eddie eating all of his stolen sweets by the food table, already looking at what he would eat next. for some weird reason i feel like he would love the rice? or maybe feijão...

ok, but when it comes to the party itself, i feel like they'd be looking like two lost puppies in the beginning, watching you hug and kiss your family members as they arrive in groups. you'd often look behind you, to one of the tables right on the corner, and see their sad faces like you just committed some type of crime before them. and as soon as you stop saying your hellos, you're walking to their table, bringing some of your cousins with you just to get them to socialize. if they speak english, that's awesome! but if they don't, then you'll be translating everything and mediating the conversation. i feel like at least one of your cousins would have something in common with the boys. like, one of them is a jock and loves basketball, so they'd discuss the nba games with steve, and the other might like heavy rock or metal and they spend the whole night talking about metallica with eddie.

but your mom would always be so worried because there's never enough food on their plate :( and you actually have to coerce steve and eddie to go to the food table, because they tell you over and over again that they won't because then they would have to pass by your dad and your tios. and to say that they're terrified of them is a lie because they are, actually, scared shitless. it doesn't help that every time you go by with the boys one of your uncles tells eddie to cut his hair (because we all have that one tio).

but i feel like they would have a really good time in the end, especially because your tias love them. absolutely in love with how helpful and sweet they are and keep asking you stuff like, "which one is your boyfriend?" and "how long have you been dating?". and when they found out that you were, in fact, not dating steve or eddie, they were outraged because how could you not?? all of their exasperation is forgotten when they put eddie to sing la barca on the karaoke though.

the next day at school, they're both wearing sunglasses to cover up the fact that they're sleeping in the middle of class because they're not used to partying 'til four in the morning <3

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[lagataprrr]

In Honor of Eddie Munson and my broken heart, my mom decided to brand her jeep with Hellfire Club❤️

86’ BABY

[tyrian-witch]

In This World of My Own | Chapter Two: The Forming Of a New Alliance?

(Steve Harrington x Latina!Reader)

Warnings: long-ish chapter, sort of proof-read, and just plain fluff :}

Word count: don’t know, don’t care

masterlist • series masterlist • previous part

~~~

“I desire a cup of Joe”, you say to yourself as you awake from your sleep the next morning. “But I also don’t wanna get up”, you groan, turning on your side to face your tuxedo cat. “I have to get up anyways though, don’t I, Ozart?”

Your cat Ozart only pawed at your nose in response, purring curiously.

“Can’t I just stay here?” you sighed, giving him a kiss on his little head. “Who needs the outside world when I got you here with me?”

“Y/n, ¡despiértate! (wake up!)” your mother’s voice rang from the kitchen. “It’s Friday, you can do it!”

Ever so encouraging, your mother. How nice is that?

You blew raspberries at the ceiling before turning to look at Ozart again. “Adventure awaits! Shall we?”

The furry feline meows in agreement as you roll out of bed, falling clumsily onto the carpeted floor. You let out a monotonous ow as you comedically raise an arm, giving him a thumbs up.

“I’m okay!”

~~~

After you completed your daily morning routine and dressed yourself for the day, you saunter into the kitchen as your mother finishes preparing corn pancakes for breakfast. In her opinion, they look nothing like pancakes. They look more like a disaster in her mind.

“So, Mom,” you begin, “after my shift today, could I go to the Family Video and rent a couple of movies?”

She nods, her eyebrows scrunch together as she chews on her food. “A que hora sale? (What time do you get off?)”

“A las siete y quince (At seven-fifteen)” you confirm.

“Yeah, that’s fine”, she says, reverting to English. “Just be careful coming home when it’s dark out, okay?”

“Mhm!” you manage to say, sipping on your cup of coffee. Your mother always wonders how you can possibly stand to drink coffee when you work around it all the time.

You’ve come to the conclusion that coffee is your only true love, Ozart coming in first place, of course.

“I have a late shift tonight at the hospital, so I probably won’t be home by the time you get back,”she tells you.

You frown momentarily before nodding. “Okay, just be safe when you come home”, you echo her previous words.

“I always do,” she smiles.

You felt something soft brush against your leg, causing you to look down at the cute tuxedo cat below you. He cries for your attention.

“Hungry? Don’t worry, I gotcha. C’mon!” you urge Ozart in a sweet voice. He follows behind you and soon enough, you pour food into his food bowl. As you do so, you briefly check the time on the clock, doing a double take as you realized it read 8:17 am. You cursed under your breath, repeatedly muttering ‘shit’ over and over again as you quickly put away the bag of cat food.

“I heard that!” your mom scolds from the dining room.

“Sorry, Mami!” You rush to gather your things before giving your mother a quick kiss goodbye on the cheek. “Love you Mami!”

“I love you too! Have a good day, and be careful on that bike!” she enunciates the last part.

“I know, I know! I’ll be fine, bye!” And soon enough, you’re gone.

“Well then”, your mother sighs as she turns to look at Ozart, who was still munching on his meal, “what should we do in the mean time?”

~~~

Starving.

That’s what you were as the second class of the day was nearing to an end. You look at the clock, silently begging for it to just ring already.

C’monnnnn!! C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!

Those pancakes didn’t fill you up enough.

Ms. Simons, your English teacher, droned on about the themes of Romeo and Juliet and as much as you enjoyed reading and usually never minded her discussions, you simply could not keep focus. Plus, you weren’t entirely fond of Romeo and Juliet’s story, especially since the two had only known each other for a couple of days. Not a lot of time to get to know each other. They just went straight business, if you know what that means. Where was the connection? Aside from having families who hated each other, what else did they have in common? You preferred Macbeth and The Taming of the Shrew. And besides:

You needed to be fuelled with food, you were too hungry to care about what your teacher was saying.

“Miss Martínez, are you with us?” she calls, bringing you back from your train of thought.

“Sorry? Oh, no, I’m good.” The class erupts in giggles at your response. You were slightly embarrassed, but you only shrug your shoulders and look up at her.

She folds her arms across her chest as her glasses sat near the edge of her nose, giving you a pointed expression, as if she didn’t believe you. You were expecting her to ask you a question about the book to see if you really were paying attention, but she let you off the hook.

For now.

She readjusts her glasses before looking away from you. “Now, are the any questions?” she asks.

You briefly look around the class and shrug again, a fake frown tugging at your lips.

Nope.

As if on cue, the bell rings, freeing everyone from their prison of boredom as they all file out of the room, followed by Ms. Simon wishing you all a good weekend.

~~~

If there’s one thing you learned about high school, is that you should strongly avoid the cafeteria. It was insanely packed, the lineups for food was endless, and all the good spots were taken by all the different cliques. None of which you were apart of. At least you were lucky enough to find that one of the staircases inside had a little cave. It was nice, quiet, and isolated. That’s where you’ve been spending your lunch every day since you started school in September. It was either there, or outside, depending on your mood.

In this little spot of yours, there was no annoying people, no overwhelming chatter; only peace, quiet and music. You put on your headphones on and hit play on your Walkman, and the first song revealed itself to be Breathe (In the Air).

The music instantly puts you in a relaxed state of mind, allowing you to enjoy your lunch. At long last. Something as mundane as eating lunch by yourself brought you so much happiness, you considered it one of your favourite things to do, and you’d stand by that statement for as long as you lived.

~~~

Finally.

The end of the school day was arriving once again, and time flew by during biology, but it didn’t go by fast enough. You glance at the clock every now and then as Mr. Peters was marking his other assignments while everyone was working on the new piece of work he handed out.

No one was really doing their work, it was Friday after all. It could just get done tomorrow, however you were considering doing some of it out of boredom, only to be bored again not even five minutes later.

I’ll just do it tomorrow, I don’t even care at this point.

You toss your pencil to the side, and rest your head in your arms, face down on the desk.

At least it’s Friday, you remind yourself. Ugh, why do I feel so tired…?

~~~

The sound of the bell jolted you out of your seat.

“Hay gracias, Padre (Thank you, God),” you mumbled to yourself.

You waste no time to get your things together, and place your headphones on, walking out the classroom. The next song to present itself was Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker), perfect, upbeat, it’s good enough to keep you awake.

You’re walking outside to your bike now, when suddenly you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn to be met with the face of Robin. She was smiling at you with a wave as you turned to face her. You smiled back.

“Hi!” she says eagerly.

“Oh, hey! I didn’t see you in biology.”

“Yeah, I had marching band practice,” she’s smiling with a cheeky expression.

You nod in understanding. “Ohh, I see. That’s pretty neat!”

“Yeah! Also, are you still coming by the store later tonight?” she asks. “We’d love to have you as a new customer.”

You nod again. “Uh, yeah I’ll definitely drop by later.” You remember yesterday’s interaction with her and her friend… Steve? Yeah, that’s right. They both seem cool.

She lets out a gleeful cheer. “Great! Oh by the way, we should hang out sometime. I’ve seen you around a lot. Do you always eat lunch by yourself?”

Huh, maybe it’s not such a hidden spot after all.

You were sort of caught off guard with her question, but kept smiling anyways. “Yeah, I guess I have, but I don’t mind, really.”

“How about on Monday we hang out during lunch?”she suggests, a glint of excitement in her eyes.

And give up my alone time?

She waits for your response.

Why not, it couldn’t hurt.

“Yeah sure” you finally say. “Sounds good.”

Before she could say anything else, you both were startled by the sound of a car horn. Robin turns in the direction of the sound and sighs. “Ugh! Alright, alright I see you! Geez” she mutters, rolling her eyes dramatically. She turns her attention back to you. “Steve is such a dingbat sometimes.”

You chuckle at her remark. “All right, see ya later,” you tell her, unlocking your bike.

You watch as she waves at you before her friend beeps his horn again. “Yeah, yeah I’m coming!” you hear her shout as she runs over to Steve’s

She’s pretty funny.

You check the time time on your Casio watch.

“Mierda! (Shit!)” You scrambled onto your bike and peddled off to the cafe. You didn’t want to be late.

~~~

3:44 PM

“So! Excited about our new customer?” Robin teases.

She and Steve were organizing Halloween movies in the horror section, preparing for the upcoming spooky holiday season.

“I don’t think we’ve seen her here before” he says thoughtfully. “Well not yet at least.”

“You have your chance to get to know her,” his friend sings. “Ask her about herself! She looks like she’s from Latin America or something, I’ve seen her eat lunch by herself at school. The girl’s a total loner! But that’s not a bad thing.”

Steve furrows his brows at her comment. “Is she a loner?” he asks, sounding concerned.

Robin only shrugs. “From the looks of it. She swears she’s hiding beneath those stairs. You know the one with that little cave under it?”

He nods.

“That’s where she spends her time. Either that or outside.”

“Huh,” he says thoughtfully. Steve now considers what it would have been like if you were both in the same grade. If he hadn’t graduated, maybe you guys would have gotten to know each other sooner.

“Don’t worry, I asked her if she wanted to hang out next week,” she smiles. Her eyes light up. Then she says, “She could also really use a good buddy if I’m not around.”

He smiles, nodding his head. “Mhm, yeah I think I got the message, Buckley.”

“Just helping you get back your charm,” she salutes him before taking off to the back.

~~~

The clock on the wall reads 7:15, telling you it was time to go.

“I’m off now!” you call out to your manager. “Goodnight!”

“Safe travels!” he replies.

“Yup.”

You burst out the doors of the cafe, feeling the cool autumn air. You exhale deeply, letting your shoulders drop.

All right, time to get some movies and eat junk!

[Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen plays over headphones]

As you pedal down the down the dimly lit street, you feel a sense of liberation.

Tonight, I’m gonna have myself a real good time

I feel alive, and the world is turning inside out yeah

Floating around in ecstasy, so

“Don’t. Stop me now,” you sing along.

Don’t stop me, cause I’m

“Having a good time, having a good time!”

The song continues playing through your headphones as you come across the road going downwards. You let out a cheer as you go speeding down. The feeling of being on top of the world at this moment is all you can think of, with Queen blasting as you feel the wind, and the adrenaline rush flowing throughout your body. It even started raining lightly.

At last you arrive at Family Video.

~~~

You walk in, your clothes lightly pattered from the rain.

The doorbell at the entrance signalled your presence, causing Steve to look away from the computer screen that has a list of the movies that are being rented, his attention turning to you. You’re scanning the aisles that are filled to the brim with stacks and stacks of movie tapes, the walls displaying iconic posters, a gaze of appreciation on your face. You don’t know he’s looking at you. He lets you do your thing before he clears his throat, getting your attention. He offers a friendly smile at you. “Welcome to Family Video,” he says.

A little embarrassed, you blush. “Oh! Hi.”

“What can I do for you today? Or- tonight,” he corrects himself.

So lame, Harrington.

You press your lips together in a thin line, thoughtfully. “Mm… I’m not sure what movies to pick,” you’re looking around again.

Hmm…

“What kind of movies pique your interest,” Steve asks, making his way around the front of the counter.

“I like horror movies,” you tell him. “Where’s the horror section- oh I see you have Halloween movies too! Halloween’s almost coming up.” You’re searching through the aisle of horror movies and he’s followed behind you while you were talking.

He watches as you scan through different titles, picking them up and putting them back, not settling on a tape. “What’s the last horror movie you saw?” He was curious.

You pause your search. “What was the last one I watched…” you mumble. “Hm…” Then it clicks. “Aliens!”

Steve blinks a few times, his eyebrows slightly raised up. “Aliens, huh? Yeah, I liked that one.”

“Liar, no you did not.” Robin appears from the back with her backpack in hand. “You were scared shitless!”

“What the hell- no I wasn’t!”

You snicker at their bantering.

They both turn to look at you.

Still giggling, you say, “Sorry.”

Robin carries on. “He is the biggest scaredy-cat. He acts tough, but he really isn’t.” She sends you a wink.

Pretending to whisper, Steve leans back a bit, with a hand to the side of his face. “Don’t listen to her,” he tells you, simultaneously side-eyeing his friend.

The girl rolls her eyes and smirks. “Anyways, I’m off! Bye!” she sings.

You give her a wave and she’s out the door.

The boy next to you pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ugh, Jesus,” he mumbles. “I’m sorry about her.”

“Oh no, it’s fine, don’t worry,” you say reassuringly. “You guys seem like good friends.”

He shakes his head. “Yeah, she’s a real pain in my ass.”

You hum in amusement. “Is it true though?” you ask after a few seconds, squinting your eyes playfully.

“Is what true?” Steve’s doe eyes are focused on you, observant.

Smirking, you raise an eyebrow. “That you’re scared of horror movies?”

With a scoff and the wave of his hand, he denies it. “Really, I’m not.”

“All right, whatever you say,” amusement laced in your voice. You look over the horror movies again before picking the one you want. “Screw it, I’ll watch Halloween again.”

“Again?” the boy asks. “How many times have you seen it?”

“Only twice,” you tell him casually. “I feel like watching it again. And Halloween is just around the corner after all.”

He gingerly takes the movie from your hand to check it out. “All right then, Halloween it is.”

“Oh and I’ll take Nightmare on Elm Street.”

~~~

You decided to see what other movies was around while he was scanning your picks. You take a peek at the kids movies and spot My Little Pony; you quickly glance over at Steve, making sure he doesn’t see you. You pick it up and admire the front cover, turning it over and reading the summary. You don’t hear Steve coming behind you to give you your movies. “Whatcha doin here?” he asks curiously.

Startled, you put My Little Pony back. “Oh nothing,” you shrug.

He raises an eyebrow and smiles. “Do you like My Little Pony?”

“No, I was just looking at it, that’s all.”

Totally.

“If you say so.” His response is playful, and it makes you smile.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you before, really. Do you go to Hawkins High?” you say now, changing the topic.

“I did, yeah. I graduated a few months ago,” he tells you. “What about you? You’re new here?”

You nod, now holding the movies tightly against your chest. “Yeah, I just moved here last month actually. It’s not so bad.”

He thinks if only you knew about the previous events that transpired. “Have you made any friends since you’ve been here?” He’s leaning against the shelf, his arms folded. Steve is genuinely curious, and it shows with the way he’s focused on you.

Your eyebrows furrow together, with the slight shake of your head. He thinks it’s cute. “No, not really. I don’t know anyone,” you admit.

“Well, you know me now- and-and Robin.”

“Yeah, guess I kinda do.” You give him a small smile. “Maybe I should consider making a few friends or two.”

“Maybe we could… hang out sometime?” he tries. He curses himself, thinking he’s going too fast here.

Remember, don’t scare her off.

Your eyes light up at this. “That actually sounds fun! Maybe you could show me around town a little more, I don’t get out much anyways.”

He’s stunned. You accepted his offer so easily, and here he was, worried you’d say no. “Y-yeah, sure, then we can do that.”

You go to the counter, and remove your bag, taking out a pen and a ripped piece of paper. Steve watches as you scribble something down, before turning to hand it to him. “You can call me here,” you tell him, with a bashful expression. “Just- whenever I guess.”

He takes the slip of paper carefully from your hands, handling it as if it’s the most delicate thing ever. He was not expecting that. “Okay, yeah- yeah I will.” He returns your smile that you give him. “What’s your name?” he asks. “I don’t think you told me.”

“Y/n. Y/n Martínez.” you say. “Nice to meet you,” you hold out your hand, and he shakes it. You ignore the way his hand feels warm against yours.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/n.”

You look down at your feet, pressing your lips into a thin line. You look up again and give him an awkward thumbs up. “Then… I guess I’ll see you around, Steve.”

You look back at him as you’re walking out the door and send him a wave; he waves back from behind the counter where he stands now.

Did I just give him my number?

No way she just gave me her number.

~~~

➤ next part

[dulcecherub]

I’ve done a bunch of Eddie x latina reader during when stranger things season 4 had come out. I will be doing Steve ones too. I still feel very under represented and I want more of it.

[milkmily]

Upcoming:

Editing:🦋

Currently writing/working on: 🍒

Almost done:🌱

Just started: ☕️

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Eddie x Chubby/plus size Latina reader🍒☕️

You want to meet Eddie's Uncle after some time and ask Eddie. Eddie tells his uncle and he says, "Sure, I want to meet the lovely girl who always brings us home cooked food."

Eddie Munson x Reader🌱🦋

You lost your pick while being at Eddie's trailer. You see a white pick on his messy nightstand and decided to use it. You have a huge habit of putting picks in your mouth and always leave a dark red mark on your picks. Eddie sees his used pick and decides to use it as a necklace.

Nancy Wheeler x Chubby/Plus Size Reader SMUT 🌱🦋

In where you and Nancy chat and suddenly things get spicy at Steve's party.

Steve Harrington x Chubby/Plus size Latina reader🍒🦋

Steve meets you at scoops ahoy and has to train you at work. He falls in love with you. But one day, you don't haveva ride and Steve gladly took you home. But your family had a party when he dropped you off and invited him as a thank you.

[REQUEST]

Billy x Platonic Chubby Latina Reader 🦋

You hate Billy but feel bad seeing him knocked out at a party and decide to help him. You two trauma dump and who knew that you two would become best friends.

Steve Harrington x Reader🦋🌱

You are sick while trying to help Eddie hide and help Max from beings caught by Vecna once again. But the body finds ways to rest and you pass out. Steve, your lovely boyfriend, is there to help you.

[d33rz]

there is a horrible lack of latin!reader fics in so many fandoms and when i tell y'all i will gladly write on here (for like the first time) to make up for it i mean it.

[bbuckysbeardd]

Three new Stranger Things designs being dropped by The Wonder Studio tomorrow (july 29) at 1PM EST!

Code: WonderNikki15 to save some $$$

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steve harrington x ex!friend reader

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steve has unrequited love for an old friend. reader had confessed to him but he didn’t feel the same way in that moment. so they moved on and now steve regrets rejecting them :( reader has a partner too haha basically an alt version of my steve x afro latina reader where she confesses but he doesn’t react to nicely.

genre// angst, unrequited love

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robin could tell something was fishy with steve-o. he felt so out of it lately. it was pretty depressing looking at him. family video was a bit busy around valentine’s day. a perfect day for couples to unwind with each other and watch a film and get all snuggled up.

that could’ve been steve. it could’ve been steve and you, but he was stupid. stupid enough to reject a total package like you. the night where you confessed to him, he knows how vulnerable you were in the moment. but he still rejected you anyway. he didn’t think about you in the moment. the only thing on his mind was steve. and what steve wanted. and he just so happened to want nancy wheeler still.

“why- why don’t you want me. she clearly doesn’t need you. i need you steve, i’m inlove with you. don’t go chasing after someone who doesn’t want you, you’re waiting for nothing. nothing is happening steve.”

“i know what i’m doing, but i genuinely hope that maybe at least, a small amount of hope lingers where i hope that nancy could come back to me.”

“are you fucking serious, are you hearing yourself right now? what is it all for- can’t you see that i’m right here. stop waiting for someone who isn’t going to chase you, steve.”

you started reaching out to him, trying to hold him while you begin to cry in frustration. your pleases didn’t seem to matter at all to him. he didn’t even uncross his arms as you cried into him.

“what did i do wrong. what am i doing wrong? is it because i’m not her. am i not enough.”

he couldn’t say anything. what could he even say? it’s like you were speaking to a brick wall as you cried and hit his chest. you were powerless beneath him.

“i hate you. i fucking hate you. i hate you steve harrington. i hate you for making me feel this pain.”

your words were nothing. he took a deep breath and stood back. you fell to your knees and cried in frustration. gripping the carpet floor. steve hated himself for not feeling anything for you. he hated that he couldn’t do anything. the best thing he could do was leave you. he left you behind.

left you on the street like you were nothing more then trash. he regrets it till this day. he regrets not noticing the feelings he has for you. he regrets not being the one to hold you.

“man, they look happy don’t they, steve?” robin nudges steve’s shoulder as he goes through the vhs’. he looks up in the direction where robin is looking. he felt a familiar ping of pain in his heart.

you were there. you were in the horror movie isle. with your partner. the two of you seemed happy. the way your partner held you from behind while you laugh against them made him feel both sad and upset. angry that it wasn’t him with you. angry that it hurts to even look at you.

you slowly make eye contact with steve. your face drops a little seeing him. and it hurts him. he’s the first to look away and go back to sorting the vhs’. robin couldn’t believe steve right now. she could only shake her in disappointment.

“you could’ve gotten that bag, steve. she is a literal keeper. i’m gonna be honest, she is hot. and you managed to mess up that bag. you idiot.”

“look i know- there’s nothing i can do now. it’s too late.”

“it’s never too late, you just have to like- pray for their downfall. and when she’s all sad you swoop in and save her like some knight in shining armor.”

“robin, that’s not how thi—“

“hey, can we get these two movies?”

your partners voice speaks as they set the movies down on the counter.

“hm, labyrinth and friday the 13th. cool movies, haven’t seen labyrinth yet, right robin?”

“mm you’re very right steve, you should let us know what it’s like when you guys bring it back.”

she smiles at you, and you give her a soft smile back.

“yeah, totally. we’ll let you know all about it. thanks you guys. see ya.”

“take care, (y/n).”

“you take care too, steve.”

he sighs to himself as he watches you leave with the vhs’ as and you walk away hand in hand with your partner.

this was a different kind of pain that steve hasn’t felt before.

he didn’t like the feeling. the feeling of loving you, when you don’t love him back. he feels stupid for not being there for you when you needed him.

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this one hurt tbh- i related to both steve and reader 💔but maybe i will add a part 2 to this 😱and maybe they both get each other in the very end hehe,,

[multi-writer]

A Steve Harrington x Latina reader where the reader goes to Scoops Ahoy and flirt's with Steve, possibly in Spanish, and he just has this confused face as Robin's just laughing her ass off, since she knows Spanish, and asks him out to go roller blading with her.

Hello! Sure thing! I love this funny concept! (Gosh Robin and reader talking and laughing in Spanish while Steve is confused is my new favorite thing)

I´ll post it today in the afternoon! ill make sure to tag you!

Thanks for the request!