#steve harrington x self insert

[moonstruckme]

hi i lovelovelove your fics and i’m wondering if you are taking requests… if you could write a fic with steve and shy!reader who calls him a pet name or nickname for the first time ❤️

Thank you for requesting <3

Steve Harrington x shy!reader ♡ 710 words

Dew drops collect on your skin as you walk to Steve’s house. It’s a quiet morning, fog hanging in heavy clumps as birds call to each other through the haze. You hope Steve has coffee. 

You knock quietly. His footsteps banging down the stairs answer far louder. 

The door swings open to reveal your boyfriend with his toothbrush in his mouth, his hair all in disarray, and his clothes clearly only just thrown on. 

“Sorry,” he says in greeting, words garbled through a foam of toothpaste. “I thou I cou get ready in five min-us, bu—” Steve spits in the kitchen sink “—I couldn’t.” He gives you a sheepish smile. “You look really pretty.” 

Warmth kisses your cheeks. “Thanks, so do you,” you say earnestly. “I mean, you look nice. Your shirt’s on backwards, though.” 

Steve looks down at the tag poking up near his throat. “Oh, shit.” 

He rinses his mouth out with water from the tap, spitting again in the sink before setting his toothbrush down on the edge. When he pulls his arms inside to turn his shirt around, the process shows a sliver of abdomen that your eyes catch on before you drop them to the floor, flushing for real now. Steve combs his hair back with his fingers, walking around the counter to you.

“Hi,” he says, hand cupping the side of your neck as he gives you a spearmint-flavored kiss. “Coffee’s in the pot. Sorry I’m holding us up, I hope we don’t miss the sunrise because of me.” 

“That’s okay,” you say, though you hope you can still catch it. It’s all really just an excuse to spend time with Steve anyway. You move past him to the fridge, getting out the cream while he pours coffee into two thermoses to take with you. 

A piece of hair falls into his face as he looks down, and he swipes it back impatiently. It’s still pretty unruly from sleep; he clearly hasn’t had time this morning to give it the attention he likes to, and it warms your heart to think that he’d put that aside so you could get to go see the sunrise. It also makes you want to say to hell with the sunrise and comb your fingers through his hair until he’s happy with it. 

“I’m almost ready to go,” he swears. “I just had the worst sleep last night.” 

“Oh, really?” The areas under his eyes do look a little shadowy. The thought hooks your eyebrows upward. “I’m sorry, baby.” 

The word slips out of you so naturally, your voice bent and softened by sympathy, that for a moment you hope that Steve won’t notice. And for a moment, it seems like maybe he doesn’t. But then he sets the thermos down, dark brows twitching towards each other. He tilts his head to look at you. 

“Baby?” he asks, bordering on incredulous.

“Sorry,” you say automatically. You think your palms are sweating. 

“No, don’t be sorry.” Steve’s smile blooms slowly, better than any sunrise, and you can’t tell if he’s about to make fun of you. You think if he does you might have to cancel this whole thing. “It just surprised me. S’that something you wanna call me?” 

“I don’t know.” You can’t look at him. You use the coffee as an excuse, pulling your thermos toward you to start stirring in cream. When you’re done, you pass it over to Steve without glancing up. 

But he’s not having it. He sets the cream aside, slotting his fingers behind your ear with your cheek in the basin of his palm and tilting you towards him. He looks like he’s making fun of you, definitely.

Your heart hiccups.

“It just slipped out,” you confess. 

“Okay,” Steve laughs. “That’s okay, I liked it. Feel free to let it slip as many times as you want.” He slides his thumb along your skin, no doubt feeling its heat. His voice is sweet when he asks, “You about ready to go, baby?” 

You feel your forehead pinch painfully. “Don’t,” you plead. 

“I don’t know,” Steve says, though he lets you go to tend to his coffee, a small mercy. “I think you’ve really started something here. I could get used to this.”

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[hawkinsbnbg]

Imagine you’re Corroded Coffin’s hardcore fan who owns a bar and you keep seeing this one guy (whose name is Steve) with a different member every weekend night.

Problem is you’re 99% sure they don't know they’re all dating this Steve guy at the same time. Which is awful and cruel of him.

Although Steve seems nice enough (always leaves big tips and says thank you to your staff), you know from experience that you can’t judge a book by its cover. Your long line of “nice” exes can prove that.

And despite everything, you have to admit Steve is unfairly attractive. No wonder these guys are so whipped for him that they had collectively fallen for his deception.

So as Corroded Coffin’s loyal fan, you seethe and fume on their behalf. Never outrightly rude to Steve because duh, you don't want to act like an ass when Eddie Munson is sitting there, utterly besotted to Steve who has been stringing him and his bandmates all along this whole time.

So you plan, scheme, drop a note here and there each night they come to the bar with Steve, hinting about the truth, telling them to keep an eye out, that they’re being played like a fine violin in Steve’s hands.

It’s the best you can help without making a scene and probably causing unnecessary scandals.

Frankly, their love lives aren't your business, but your conscience doesn't allow you to sit this one out.

Except their reactions aren’t what you expected. You can see Eddie or Jeff may let it slide, but when even Gareth and Doug just look amused, you realize maybe you had had it all wrong.

The next Saturday night, you watch Doug and Gareth hang out with Steve, both give Steve heart eyes, and both jokingly fight over Steve who looks beet red.

Then Sunday night rolls by and you see the same thing happen with Jeff and Eddie.

The only difference is that they both steal kisses from Steve when they think no one looks. And just like the previous night, Steve glows under their flirting and unfettered affection.

For the first time since you started observing Steve from afar, you finally notice how gone he is for his boyfriends. How he’s just as bad when it comes to them. Completely smitten and infatuated.

Shaking your head, you go back to your job, happy that your favorite metalheads have found their person and wondering when it will be your turn.

Maybe one day soon.

[greenandsorrow]

You're my best friend

✨Eddie is in love with his best friend (fem!reader)✨

feelings of inadequacy, fluff, comfort, light angst

"Damsel I'm back!!!! It's so excruciating going grocery shopping..."

It's the melodramatic entrance and the small pout at the end of his sentence as he kicks off his stinky shoes that makes you chuckle.

"Glad you survived Edds."

You two used to talk at school and were on good terms. After he failed to graduate twice you became classmates and got so so so so so close. The truth is that he always had a crush on you, but regardless of that your friendship is real and runs deep.

When you were looking for a place to stay after deciding you needed some time away from your family, Eddie told you that you can stay with him -his uncle is barely at home anyway- as long as you do the cooking. Least to say, you accepted the offer.

You listen to him playing his electric guitar, he keeps you company while you study, you have laughed and cried together. He doesn't mind you're not a complete freak like him, but more of a black sheep at school. There have been rumours you're dating and at first you liked being dramatic about it. Unfortunately for him, you're actually dating someone now so the "being dramatic about it" has stopped. Eddie doesn't enjoy your romantic interest taking your attention away from him, but he respects you too much to say anything that could even remotely throw you off.

You are roommates, you have your rules, your movie nights... and he's a gift from God you can't lie. He has learnt and accepted your every little quirk and peculiarity.

Sometimes you make hot chocolate and play Scrabble with Dustin and him. Sometimes you play with his hair while he's stoned. He has significantly cut down on smoking all this shit since you moved in.

Eddie isn't the jealous type, but the pit at his stomach envious type, the delicate disappointment that he can't have you the way others do type.

You'll be his first and last kiss.

Eddie drives you everywhere with his trashy car. He's the best company you could have ever asked for. You love your friend. You wish more people could see him the way you do.

The night is uneventful with you falling asleep on the couch as per usual. In the morning, Eddie wakes you up by ruffling your already messy hair and singing "you are my sunshine" in an ear bleeding frequency.

You're too sleepy to care and just stretch, your lack of a bra not going unnoticed. An awkward giggle is all he lets out, but internally he's so grateful for his hair covering his ears. They're burning too intensely for this time of day.

You get ready for school. It's all routine.

After school, you have your shift at the same place Mrs. Wheeler works in. At least it's quiet.

At this point you feel too bored for your own good, not to mention how your date canceled on you a third time in a row. You return home so done with life. Your hero, Eddie, has prepared the hot water just for you. He welcomes you in by telling you that you're late and have missed the DnD match, but he quickly realizes you're not in the mood.

You're so mentally exhausted, fed up and frustrated with your canceled date that you try to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Eddie gets a little hurt because the rules say no pitty fucking amongst pals.

When there's no reaction from him you just pull back and shrug. You won't show how embarrassed you actually feel. Not in this already pitiful state. Eddie knows about the canceled dates.

He does try to move on and get some snacks and a movie ready. He is flustered... your breath was so hot on his face... good thing he has time to shake the feeling off while you shower.

"The grime has been washed off!"

"We can talk about it, ...if you want to that is?"

Eddie is genuinely worried about your emotional state and he makes you open up and even break down in his arms. You have been living in denial but your love interest has been distancing themselves from you.

After this crying session, with you holding onto Eddie's warm body and wetting his Hellfire Club shirt with mascara tears, you put on a horror film. He even lets the fact that you're wearing your now ex's hoodie drop. Even though the revelation makes his chest tighten and his breath canal feel like it's been blocked.

You fall asleep on him.

He can feel the outline of your curves and your breasts pressing against him but the way he's holding you is gentle, like he's afraid you'll break into a thousand small, sharp pieces if he squeezes you too hard. You're even snoring softly, completely drained from all the crying.

At least you can't notice the silent tears running down his face. It's unfair. He's choking up in all the unsaid things. He had to see you crying over someone that doesn't even appreciate you while he was there. Exposed to you, ready to give you all he had.

Is he not your best friend? Who is there painting your nails and giving you scalp massages when your period headaches torment you?

Maybe if his mother hadn't abandoned him he would have been able to ask her for advice. He feels like crap now. Are you really that blind? Do you take him for granted to such an extent as you showed him tonight?

Another morning comes, but insecurities gnaw at Eddie. He can't fake a smile when you yawn and open your eyes, realising you're still wrapped around him.

"You look like shit."

Normally he wouldn't mind your choice of words at all, probably finding something even worse to say to you, but in his fragile state... Eddie snaps.

"It's not funny y/n! Do you think it's funny when someone spends the night sleepless?!"

You tilt your head, your mouth forming a straight line.

"I didn't mean to-"

"Oh no, I don't wanna hear it! Are you really as insensitive as you let out?"

"Edds I... I-"

"Shut up! Just shut up! I can't take it anymore! You have me wrapped around your finger y/n, feeding me hope and baked goodies.. but I've never heard a single I love you Eddie, not a single I actually care for you Eddie... Nothing!"

His big eyes are glassy now, tears threatening to spill down his freshly shaven cheeks. It breaks your heart to see him like this.

"B- but I do... I do love you!"

Your voice cracks as you feel your own eyes swelling up with tears.

"Then prove it! Prove it goddamn it! Wear my hoodies, worry over me for a change... Just please... Please-"

All the energy and anger have vanished from his expression and tone. Your gaze has softened as well and he feels like he's melting under it.

You extend your arms, wrapping them tightly around him. Eddie returns the embrace like you're gonna vanish into thin air if he doesn't hold you close enough to be able to feel your heartbeat against his own.

"Have I been so blind?" you ask without breaking the hug.

"Yes you glorious idiot of a girl..."

The pout... the melodrama. He's okay now. You stay like this for a while, missing your classes but at least settling into the conclusion.

You two belong together.

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I found all my shifting scripts from quite some time ago, so since I'm still in this stupid writer's block I thought it'd be fun to work on some pre existing material. I had to edit this ALOT, but it came out cute ngl✨

[vilentia]

Unmasked

Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: A tender and intimate relationship unfolds, allowing Steve to discover and embrace his true self.

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The quiet aftermath of the Upside Down brought a stillness to Hawkins that was almost eerie. For you, it was a return to normalcy, but for Steve Harrington, it was the beginning of a new journey.

In your small, cozy living room, with its mismatched cushions and soft, warm lighting, Steve found a haven. Here, he was no longer King Steve, the guy with the nail-bat, or the default babysitter. Here, he was just Steve, and it was both terrifying and liberating.

"I've always had to be something more," he confessed one evening, as you both lay sprawled on the couch. Your head rested against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "King Steve at school, the protector for the kids... It's like I never got the chance to just be me."

His words hung in the air, mingled with the faint scent of the jasmine candle burning on the coffee table. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, which always seemed to carry the weight of his unspoken thoughts.

"You don't have to be anything but yourself here, Steve," you said softly, your hand finding his. "With me, you're safe."

It was a slow process, watching the layers peel back from a persona that had been carefully constructed over years. But in these quiet moments, with shared smiles and gentle touches, Steve began to let go.

Rain tapped gently against the window on a chilly evening, the kind of rain that whispered secrets and promised new beginnings. Wrapped in a blanket, you both watched the droplets race down the glass, an unspoken comfort in the silence between you.

"I was always scared to show weakness," Steve admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "To be vulnerable meant to be open to hurt, and I couldn't afford that. Not with everything that was going on."

Your fingers traced patterns on the back of his hand, a silent reassurance. "It's okay to let those walls down, Steve. Here, with me, you don't have to be strong all the time."

As he turned to you, his eyes were an open book of fears and dreams, of battles fought and scars borne. But there was also hope, a flicker that grew stronger in your presence.

"With you, I feel like I'm just starting to understand who I am. Not some role I have to play, but me. Steve Harrington, without all the extra baggage," he said, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips.

You leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was tender and filled with understanding. It was a reassurance, a promise, a moment of shared vulnerability.

In the days that followed, your relationship blossomed into something beautiful and real. Movie nights turned into impromptu dance sessions in your living room, his laughter filling your space with a joy that was infectious. Cooking together became a regular activity, filled with playful flour fights and stolen kisses.

One evening, as you both lay curled up under a blanket, watching the embers of the fire dance in the fireplace, Steve's voice broke the comfortable silence. "I love you," he said, his voice steady and sure. "Not for the heroics or the adventures, but for this. For the quiet moments, for the comfort, for the realness."

Your heart swelled with an emotion so profound it was almost overwhelming. "I love you too, Steve. For who you are, for who you've been, and for who you're yet to become."

In your embrace, he found a peace he'd never known. With you, he was unmasked, vulnerable, and utterly content. And as you both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of each other's arms, the world outside didn't seem so daunting anymore. Together, you were ready to face whatever came next, unmasked and unafraid, in love and in life.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

drunk in love

pairing: steve harrington x female!reader

WC: 2K

warnings: mentions of drinking, little sexual implications. very tame.

summary: steve being drunk and in love

A/N: took the hc from @headkiss​ about glasses steve and just ran with something. most of this i wrote at the gym on the treadmill.

@alecmores​ my editor💕

been in the drafts since may 6

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it’s been a while since you and steve were able to go out and enjoy yourselves, and when the perfect opportunity presented itself the both of you snatched it up. although right now, as you're slightly buzzed and steve is leaning off of eddie’s shoulder, you know getting him home is gonna be a hassle. eddie and robin weren’t making things better, in fact, they were making it worse. eddie would pull steve’s silver framed glasses away, which added to his blurring vision, and robin would hand him a glass and say, “it’s just water, dingus.” it was not water, in fact, it was a shot of vodka. steve would stick his tongue out with a grimace as his two friends just laughed.

“all right, all right.” you step in, pushing the glass away from steve’s outstretched hands, “i think that’s enough for tonight, big guy,” you say with two pats to his chest.

steve’s eyes were closed as he rolled his head back and hummed. you snatched his glasses back from eddie and tipped his face down to you. you had to wiggle the handles a bit before they sat on his red ears. his eyes blinked a few times, the mindless action looked like a focusing task for him before his warm eyes danced over your face.

“pwetty.” he even giggled a little. he moved away from eddie and wrapped his long and heavy limbs over your shoulders and pulled you into his chest. his cologne was mixed with sweat and hints of alcohol that stained his clothes and spiked his mouth.

“why don’t we get you to bed? how’s that sound?” you had to handle him like a toddler, just a little bit.

he didn’t verbally reply. just the feeling of him nodding his head, nose, and lips brushing your skin. you rubbed along his spine and he seemed to melt further.

you looked to a giggling robin and a watchful eddie who had a smirk painted on his lips. you just glared at the two of them and their childish antics toward your boyfriend.

“hope y’all had fun picking on my boy. you will not be hearing from us for the next few days.” you threw a playful middle finger their way as you left the venue.

-

steve was very handsy and clingy when heavily intoxicated. and you didn’t mind the extra love and attention, it’s just a lot when you have to push him away as you're both in the back of a taxi heading to your shared apartment. at first, it would be his arms innocently wrapped around your waist with his head leaning against your shoulder as he groaned. you would scratch his scalp or rub his back and tell him, “we’ll be home soon,” followed by a kiss to his temple. then his sleepiness would be replaced by his hornyness as he would start to place kisses on your free skin and his hands would soon wonder.

“steve…” you kept a firm tone even as he set your pulse thumping. he just hummed, just hummed! like his fingers weren’t crawling further up under your shirt and very close to your bra.

“stevie…” a slight hitch to your voice, “now isn’t the time or place.” there was another kiss just under your jaw before you heard him groan and pull his burning touch away. you heaved a sigh as you looked at the dirty car ceiling.

-

moving a man taller, heavier, and more intoxicated than you was always a challenge. well, the first two are always difficult even when sober. but when steve is close to passing out, he suddenly becomes cement and you have to make sure your knees don’t give out.

at this point in the night, you can be seen giving steve a piggyback ride… well, more like steve is leaning his front against your back and he’s dragging his feet. sometimes his glasses get caught in your hair and you groan quietly.

your thankful your apartment building has an elevator cause you would have just made the stairs your bed for the night.

steve rests his back on the wall and it gives your body a break. you turn your head at the dozing-off man-child behind you, with his arms still over your shoulders. his light brown hair that was styled earlier is now curled and tangled from the constant fingers running through them. long lashes flutter over his dark circles from long and rough hours from work and his lips were parted to let air tickle your neck hair. his glasses were slowly sliding down his oily nose bridge.

you didn’t want to, but you had to wake him up again. two taps under his chin and his head jerked up, you worried he would slam it into the wood paneling.

“sorry baby. just a few more steps and you can crash,” you pushed the glasses up and gave a kiss to his nose. a hazy grin was shown.

“your… your the-“  hiccup “- the best.”

you shrugged like you were saying, ‘what can i say?’

once you were on your floor it seemed something gave a bit of pep to steve’s steps as he wasn’t using you to keep him upright and he was the one leading you home. when you got the lock open and the door swung in, it’s like steve set foot in heaven.

“home! oh, sweet home! i’ve missed you so much! my lovely, lovely home.” it always made your heart burst whenever steve called the apartment home. and you remember why he does, it’s a loop even time he says the word.

“cause you and i are together no matter the time of day. when i’m with you it’s home and when we’re at the apartment it’s home, but like extra homey. a place where our love is physical to everyone, even ourselves.”

you ended up jumping onto steve and made out with him for a few hours until you had to start dinner.

steve’s whine of your name snapped the memory away. you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped your lips. he laid on his back with his arms reaching for you as his hands made a grabbing motion like a child asking to be picked up.

you weren’t gonna have him sleep on the floor even if he looked comfortable. so you spread your legs and waddled your feet until his knees were under you. you grabbed his forearms for added stability and tugged with all your might, which was useless. he was a bag of sand.

“stevie,” you huffed as you tried again, “i know… i said you could crash when we got home… but your back is gonna hurt real bad in the morning.”

“honey, i’m already in bed.” steve pouted. you shake your head with an amused grin, “no, you’re not. you’re on the living room floor, which i have to add, needs to be vacuumed.”

steve groaned again. you knew it wasn’t pointed toward you, just his drunk mind doing things. “steve, please don’t make me throw a cup of water at you… again.”

steve huffed, “okay, okay.” his arms dropped like anchors to the floor and he sat up, stopped, then moved to stand. and he stopped again, eyes squeezed shut, and you were really hoping he wasn’t gonna throw up.

“i’m good.” two thumbs up before stumbling towards the bedroom. it was like watching bambi on ice.

you took a detour to the kitchen for a glass of water and some of the cookies steve likes to munch on. then you grabbed some of your doctor-prescribed headache medication. you took a pill quickly in case a headache might creep up on you during the night.

when you walked through the threshold of your shared bedroom, you snorted at the sight. steve was able to kick his sneakers off at the foot of the bed, but the rest of his clothes were another thing. his light wash levi jeans (that make his ass look sooooo good) were pushed down to his knees showing off his white boxers. his shirt was lifted from his torso but covered his face, arms bent. you ogled for a minute before your thoughts ran from you.

“oh, stevie. what am i gonna do with you?” you set your treasure atop the dresser and finished his work.

when you managed to strip him of his shirt you were greeted with a smirk flashing your way. your brows raised slightly at the pull of his lips.

“what?” you leaned close to steve’s face. his head turned. “wanna fool around?” he wiggled his brows drunkenly, very suggestively. you blinked a few times at him. “one, you’re plastered. and two, if we even did have sex, it would only be kissing before you passed out on me.”

“and what a way to sleep.” a deep chuckle from his chest.

you threw his clothes in the hamper as you made quick work of changing as well. “i’m so lucky,” you heard steve mutter behind you, “my wife is the hottest woman alive.”

now if you were walking, you would’ve tripped at the words spewing from steve’s mouth. you did a slow turn and saw steve staring at his hands, not a thought behind his eyes. so you tried not to think hard about steve calling you his wife. even though it’s already pinballing everywhere with dreams of a future married together. oh, how you wish you could release a squeal of ever-loving joy.

doing your nighttime routine just put you on autopilot. from feeling floaty and warm to just wanting to fall asleep in your cozy bed with your personal space heater. as you brushed your teeth, you went to check on steve again and made sure he was breathing. he managed to pull himself under the covers, the blanket tucked all the way to his chin. but he still had his glasses on, you don’t know how he doesn’t feel them seeing as he’s on his side with his head towards your spot on the bed.

doing a double check of the locks on the door and windows and seeing everything was secure, you flicked the lights out and walked in the dark. the small night light on your nightstand gave a faint pale yellow glow that illuminated steve’s peaceful face. you could see a small bit of his chest moving with each steady breath he took, and his lips separated. he had one arm tucked under his pillow while the other was stretched to your side, his palm flat on the cover and his fingers would twitch every few seconds.

you set a knee on the mattress and lean forward slowly hoping not to wake him, which is easy or hard, depending on the situation. with nimble fingers, you grab his wired frames, and gently and slowly you pulled them away from his face. his face scrunched a bit, specifically his nose and you swooped in for a peck. steve hummed and his hand moved again and made contact with your knee.

“honey, cuddle me.” said like a command but was in the tone of a whine. but you wouldn’t deprive your best boy of cuddles, or yourself of cuddles.

so, you set his glasses down and slide into his waiting arm. steve automatically threw the limb over your waist as you got yourself comfortable. a good night kiss to his forehead before you let your head hit the pillow and wrapped your own arms around steve to pull him closer. one more kiss to the middle of his throat. and another to his collarbone. and the very last to his shoulder.

“one more,” he grumbled. you moved your head back and saw he was pouting his lips. a proper good night kiss as steve always says.

so you pressed your lips to his, deciding he could use a bit more than a lightning-fast peck. and when you pulled back he had a dreamy smile and pulled you even closer to his chest.

“i’m gonna marry you one day.” he whispered to your hair before giving light snores. and you closed your eyes with a gigantic smile as you dreamed of that special day when you marry the boy you love with your whole being.

...

[im-robins-bitch]

Waltz (s.h x gn!reader)

Or, two years of you and Steve dancing around your hidden feelings has led you to this. Steve decides to finally take the lead because you were taking far too long.  1.2k

“Stevie-” You warned. His hand tangled with yours and he pressed it against the wall, your body following. He wasn’t going to let you go, it was now or never. 

“You know, I hate when people call me that” His caramel eyes bore into yours.

“Yeah, I know, that's the whole point” You smiled up at him, eyes filled with mirth. You were trying to ignore that whatever this was, wasn’t the usual teasing game you liked to play. This was something more serious, more permanent. 

You never had many friends before now and the thought of losing one, especially losing Steve, was terrifying. Whatever happened now, at this moment, was surely going to change the course of your relationship with Steve in one way or another. Finally, break you out of the game of chicken you two were playing. Pushing the boundaries of platonic friendship until it snapped into pieces. 

“I only hate it when other people call me that”

You didn’t know if you were ready. If you heard his flirting and knew he was serious how could you hold back your stutter? When he brushed his hand against yours, how could you hide the beating of your heart, the swarm of butterflies in your stomach? 

In the waltz of your relationship with Steve, you had always been leading. You had been the one to pick on him when he needed it, the one to tease him until he blushed. You felt comfortable, you were in control and control was something you had a desperate lack of in your life. 

Now though, in the possible next stage of your relationship, Steve would be the one leading the dance. 

The intimacy that you craved, but your body naturally sidestepped at every turn. It was just within reach. His fingertips lightly brushed against your cheek softly, like he was touching a crumbling page in a precious book. 

It was Steve, your Steve. You didn’t know when you started thinking about him that way but at some point you did. 

You pressed your hand over his, cradling it against your face. You cherished the warmth that seeped from his palm. It was November and somehow Steve's hands were still warm. That was just Steve all over. 

Steve sucked in a breath, but he didn’t push you for any kind of verbal response. He had never been patient, but he had learnt the hard way he sometimes needed to be for you. “Stevie” You whispered. It came out more breathless than you intended, but he had a tendency to leave you that way. 

Steve leaned in closer, pressing his forehead to yours. “Honey” He whispered back, just as sweetly. You hated how your cheeks felt warmer and your eyes fluttered close. 

“I-I- used to hate when you called me that” 

Steve grinned, nose nudging yours. It made you yearn for more, your face moving gingerly forward to try and nudge against his again. “Yeah, I know that was the whole point,” he says parroting your own words back to you.

A long summer day, spent gossiping with Robin over her lunch break at Scoops Ahoy had led to Steve’s greatest discovery. Something that had finally tipped the iceberg a little in his favour. A word that would always get you to shut up. 

You were loose-lipped with Robin, her over-sharing and constant chatter leading you to be the same. It was a fast friendship, a friendship Steve pretended not to be jealous of. Somehow you began talking about pet names, probably brought about because that had been the same summer the nickname Stevie had been coined. It was a surefire way to annoy Steve, which was your favourite activity. You had confessed that honey had always been a favourite of yours, which Steve had overheard when he walked in to collect more sprinkles. Thus he found the perfect payback. 

You had all spent the rest of the summer ignoring things. You Ignored the shiver that ran up your spine every time he called you honey. Steve ignored the way finally seeing you flustered made his chest ache with want. You all collectively ignored the fact that you went to Scoops Ahoy way more often than anyone who worked on the other side of town should. 

You couldn’t ignore this now though. Your heart screaming at you to just move a couple more inches, to press your lips to his. “So you don't hate it now?” You watched as his soft lips formed the words, barely even comprehending they made a sentence. You shook your head, it was all you could manage.

He darted his tongue out to wet his lips. He knew it would make you have some kind of reaction. He didn’t realise the shallow gasp you would let out would make him have the reaction he did. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. His patience was crumbling. He knew he could stretch this out, a small revenge for the past two years of your own merciless teasing. Neither of you wanted that though. He had wanted this for so long now and he finally knew that you did too. 

He had torn down the tall walls you had protected yourself with brick by brick. Getting a little closer to you day after day. He saw your hard exterior, but he also saw the soft centre. The way you cared for the kids, for your friends and for him. Him being treated with extra tenderness.

Using all the courage you could muster, your hand fisted his t-shirt, pulling him the little distance that was between you and connecting your lips with his. If you were going to lose this battle, you at least wanted to be the one who made the final move.

Steve could taste the blueberry chapstick you had put on earlier and he knew every taste of the blueberry afterwards would remind him of you. Your cold hand moved from his shirt to the back of his neck, fingers entwining with his hair and tugging at it lightly. Your nose’s bumped together, trying to set a pace. You found yourself giving into his lead as you both tried to figure out how the other worked.

You pulled apart moments later, your smiles breaking the kiss. Steve gave you one more little peck as a parting gift. His head lent against yours again and he panted a little as if you had been kissing for far longer than you had. Your hand moved, pushing back his wind-swept hair that was batting against his cheek so you could press another kiss there. 

Your first kiss with Steve was quick and sweet. It had been over within a minute and you still needed to find your rhythm. Steve moved his arms to wrap around you, tugging you into his chest. He still couldn’t fight his grin, it was splitting his face in two. He smacked a kiss to the top of your head, swaying the two of you side to side to the music playing in his own head. 

Queue the cheesy love song, roll the ending credits. He finally had his girl. Only this was better than a John Hugh's movie because he got to kiss you again and again and again, long after the screen faded to black.

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[harrywavycurly]

Hi! I love soft sugar daddy Steve! I was wondering if I could request a text convo where the reader asks Steve to buy them something for the first time? Concert tickets maybe? I just need to see his reaction 🥹 I feel like he would be so happy to do this for you

Hiii babes!!! So this spoke to my soul because the way I’d let Steven Harrington buy all my concert tickets (I’m looking at you Ms. Swift) so I hope you enjoy this!💖

-find all things Sugar Daddy Steve here✨

*Steve just wants to get you things you like and also…he’s not totally sire if you’re in a relationship or not*

[oracleofapollon]

you love a lot of things in life, but you love waking up next to steve harrington more than anything else.

especially when it's a hot summer morning, stuffy air in your bedroom, a delicate wind making your curtains dance and sway.

and a golden light shining through the window straight on your boy laying next to you, still asleep, facing away from you.

he sleeps shirtless on days like these. the white covers are thrown on his legs, exposing the glowing skin of his back to you. it's tanned and looks so soft that you believe it could be pure velvet. tiny moles are splattered on his sun-kissed body, making him look like a canvas painted by a great artist, or like a sky at dusk, adorned by little stars shining through the clouds.

and his scars, reminders of one of the many fights he had to survive in the upside down. they're pink and healed, shiny on his sides, disappearing into the white of your sheets.

the sun makes him look like an angel. it suits him, you think. it melts between the strands of his chocolate hair, lighting up its strands, painting them golden blonde.

you can't help but brush your fingertips against him and you immediately feel a warmth radiating from him. his back is like if apollo himself shaped it and kissed it - warm, golden, delicate.

he stirs at your tickling, mumbles under his breath, but doesn't open his eyes. you think you may not have earned the right to see his honey eyes just yet.

and so you lean in to give his moles a kiss. one on his shoulder blade, another on this side, just above the pink scratch. one on his arm. one on his shoulder. and one on his hair...

he's all dreamy, he's what summer would be like as a person. he's daylight. he's the sun. he's honey and chocolate and sweetness, stars and scars and silk, he's laugh and desire and passion. and he's all yours.

[hellfirebabe666]

I Don't Love You Like I Did

Reader and ModernDay!Steve grow apart after being together for 2 years (Told for perspective of reader. No mention of gender or use of y/n) WARNINGS: Just angst overall WORD COUNT: 4.4k o.o

It started with minor things. We would text each other every morning a good morning greeting before discussing briefly how we were and what our days had ahead of us. Now his messages were short and scattered and sometimes unanswered, but I chalked it up to the fact that he was stressed with work and a recent new position he got into.

Then when we would go out on dates he stopped holding my hand unless I happened to slip my hand in his and even then it was different his grip loose and scarce and barely there. Lifeless. It was another stab in the heart, but we continued like normal. Speaking to each other like nothing was wrong.

But we both knew there was something terribly wrong. We were drifting far apart like ships passing in the night. When it had been several months since we were last intimate I felt like I did something wrong. Steve was usually the one who initiated a lot of intimate contact, but for some reason it started shifting and it was like he was on autopilot and his mind was elsewhere entirely and it scared me.

Steve came into my life at such a weird crossroads and he helped me come into my own and really build myself back up from such a dark place that still creeps in to the edges of my psyche but is better controlled and bay. But now the man that means the most to me is pulling away from me and I don't even think I have a way of stopping it.

I finally decide to bite the bullet and talk to him after we made plans to watch movies at his which was our go to stay in date night. I settled on the bed with him and laid my head on his chest to which he lightly rested on hand over my arm for some minor contact but he made no effort to wrap his arms around me like he used to. I felt like bursting into tears, but I had to put on a brave face. I had to speak.

"Steve?" I lift my head up and sit up to look at him. He eyes me curiously, "What's going on, sweetheart?" His eyes scan over my features noting the crease in my brow and how I gnaw at my lip trying to will the words out of my mouth to speak about how this whole situation has made me feel and finding out where we stood. "Is there..." I sigh trying to gather the words, "I just...I want to know if there was something that was bothering you, or something that I did to hurt you, you'd tell me right?"

Steve looked taken aback at first but I think he also saw this conversation coming along at some point. He sat up and moved to press his back against the headboard as he spoke, "Of course. And there's nothing you did wrong. And there's nothing bothering me I promise you." He tried to lie but he knew I could see right through it. He was easy to read especially when he lied.

"Please be honest with me, Steve. The last few months...I just," my voice begins to waver as tears form in my eyes, "I just want...to know if we're okay. Because you're not acting the same and it's scaring me. You barely even touch me, Steve." I say the last part in almost a whisper but he heard it and he knew it was true. And if he was honest with himself he really didn't have an explanation for it. It was nothing I really did or said. It was just people growing up and growing apart, at least that's how he saw it.

"Sweetheart...I-" He has a hard time looking at me his gaze flickering down to his hands as he spoke, "It's nothing you did. You've been an absolute angel, but I...just don't feel it anymore. I care for you I do, but I just..." and he trails off words caught in his throat and tears spring from my eyes streaking down my cheeks, "You don't love me anymore..." I whisper letting it settle in.

Steve's head hung as he watched me crumble in front of him and it broke his heart because he know he's the cause, but he needed to speak his true feelings. He couldn't keep me stuck in a relationship where he couldn't return the feelings I had. "I'm sorry, honey. I really am. I don't want to hurt you. I still care about you I do," He says as he tries to move closer to me and brush the tears from my eyes but I flinch away feeling myself shake as tears continue to pour from my eyes.

"I'm gonna go," I whisper standing up and grabbing my purse and the cardigan I had discarded on the side. Steve looked at me like a kicked puppy taking pure pity on me as I shuffled my way to the door. "Goodbye, Steve. I...I hope You can find someone who is worthy of your love," I say with a frown and make my way out the door and rushing to my car speeding away back to my apartment. My heart was shattered beyond repair.

[moonstruckme]

hiiii please could i request plus size shy reader being asked out on a date and getting anxious it’s a joke (it’s not). i would LOVE this with steve or james but i love everyone you write for so i don’t mind if you’d rather choose another character! have a lovely day/night! 🫶🏻

Thanks for requesting my love!

cw: implied insecurity around size

Steve Harrington x shy!plus size!reader ♡ 1.3k words

You can feel sweat on the insides of your thighs. Every step you take chafes. Between the heat and your nerves you think you probably look about as shiny as a glazed donut, and you worry that if you lift a hand in front of your face you’ll find it shaking. 

You don’t actually know what you’re doing here. 

When Steve asked you to meet him at the fair, your yes was automatic. He was all brown eyes and gentle features, the apple of his throat bobbing at the tail end of the question, and you hadn’t known any quicker way to get away from all that than simply agreeing and ducking into the kitchen to grab an imaginary order. Whether you actually wanted to go out with him was irrelevant, though of course you did. You still do, you think. 

But later, you’d remembered who he was. Not just Steve, who comes into your work and downs chocolate milkshakes like he’s in some sort of competition while tossing you sugary smiles that make it impossible for you to remember anyone’s orders, but Steve Harringon. King of the gum-popping populars when you’d all been in high school, who publicly degraded Nancy Wheeler just for breaking up with him and who has since been rumored to date a rotation of Hawkin’s most model-esque girls. He would know how to flirt with a girl like you. Might do it just for a laugh. Might even ask you on a phony date simply to humiliate you when you thought it was real. 

And now you’re here, looking sweat-glazed and lost in the middle of the crowd, feeling like a complete fucking loser. Well done, King Steve. 

“Hey!” 

You’re not sure if it’s worse to stay, and slowly reconcile with the fact that you’ve been duped, or leave and have to face him at work the next time he comes in. Quitting your job is starting to sound like a tempting option. 

“Hey!” 

You nearly jump out of your skin when a sure hand lands on your shoulder, and a second later Steve is rounding you with that half-quirked smile of his. His face is cast pink by the neon light of the sign you’re standing in front of. 

“Sorry,” he says, “I was gonna wait at the front, but the line for tickets was getting long so I figured I’d better get in there and grab ours.” He holds up a hand, fanning the two tickets out. 

“Oh.” The word comes out of you on a breath. Steve leans in to hear you better, not a flicker of pique in his expression for your soft voice in this loud atmosphere. “That’s smart.” 

His eyes crinkle as though you’ve said something funny, his hand dropping from your shoulder as he gives a one armed shrug. You’d forgotten it was there and yet you miss it instantly. “Well, thanks. Some people say I can be that, every now and then.” 

You feel your eyes go wide. “Oh, no, sorry, of course you’re smart,” you say in a rush. “I didn’t mean to sound surprised, I was just…” 

“I get it.” The pink light softens the teasing in Steve’s look into something even sweeter. You feel your face warm. “Do you wanna grab a funnel cake or something?” 

“Why…” You’re suddenly conscious again of your sweaty thighs, the way your sundress cuts into your middle and leaves the skin of your wide shoulders on display. “Why would I want that?” 

Steve looks confused, his smile lingering but faint. “I dunno, do you? I’m starving, I haven’t eaten since lunch. We could have whatever, though, if you’ve got something against funnel cake.” 

You blink, the flame of apprehension that had flared in your chest sputtering back down to an ember. “No, sorry,” you say, befuddled once again. What does he want with you? When and where will the other shoe drop? “I like funnel cake.” 

Steve pays for the both of you and you’re too dazed to stop him, still reeling from the hand he placed on your back to guide you through the crowd and seems in no hurry to remove. It rests just above the waistline of your dress, gentle but definitively there, radiating warmth through the fabric. When he does remove it, it’s to sit down beside you at the picnic table so you can eat, one form of contact replaced by another as his jeans press into your bare leg and you try not to spiral out. 

“These things are a disaster for me,” he says, breaking off another piece of funnel cake with his fingers. His chin and the front of his shirt are already covered in a light dusting of powdered sugar, which is somehow more endearing than offputting. You’re currently suppressing the mortifying urge to wipe it off and lick your finger. “I love fried food, and I go even crazier for sugar, so the combination is just—God.” He shakes his head, looking blissed out in the same way you recognize from when he’s half done with a milkshake. “If you don’t want to see me again after this, I’m gonna have a really hard time staying away from your work. I’ll be screwed.” 

You stare at him. Why would he be affected by how you feel about tonight? If anything, the need to avoid Steve Harrington should drive you out of town. Guys like him can do whatever they want. If he told everyone that he’d never even spoken to you and you were making this date nonsense up for attention, that would probably be more readily believed than what seems to be happening here. 

“Jesus Christ.” Steve has discovered the powdered sugar spillage down his front. He dusts off his shirt and does exactly what you’ve been wanting to, using his fingers to wipe his face and then sucking the sugar off them one by one. He looks almost sheepish when he meets your eyes, in a boyish, humorous way. “Sorry, Robin always says I eat like a fucking animal.”

“You’re good,” you assure him. “It’s kind of impossible to avoid with powdered sugar, right?” You actually had managed to avoid it, by leaning over the little paper tray as you ate, but that’s beside the point. “You think you might want to go out again?” 

It’s blunt, not like you, and if you’d taken more than two milliseconds to think it through you know you wouldn’t have asked. Your cheeks burn. 

Steve’s brows furrow with his thumb still in his mouth, and he tilts his head like a puppy. “That’s kind of the point of dates, right?” he asks, sounding halfway between confusion and amusement. “I mean, ideally, you usually want to go out more than once.” 

“Right.” Now you’ve managed to make yourself sound like an idiot. On top of being several sizes bigger and decibels quieter than most of the other girls Steve goes out with, now you’re an airhead as well. “That makes sense, sorry.” 

“You don’t need to keep saying you’re sorry.” Steve smiles lopsided and sweet, and you can’t find even a trace of the infamous King Steve in it. Maybe in the round apple of his cheek, or the easy way he leans on the table, but not in the warmth of the look he’s giving you. The ones he’s been giving you, unreciprocated and largely mistrusted, for weeks now. “Look, we don’t have to worry about that stuff tonight. You can figure out if you think I’m worth another shot after we’re done here, and if you decide to give me a lifetime ban from your work, I’ll get it. Let’s just have fun for now, right?” 

You bite the inside of your lip, considering the soft brown of his eyes, the tiny bit of powdered sugar he’s missed just by the corner of his lips. Let’s just have fun.

“Okay,” you say. Something new and light flickers in your chest at his answering grin. “Where do you wanna start?”

[zombbean]

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[biancadjarin]

Head Over (Chanel) Heels pt. 3

EM x spoiled!reader (y/n self insert)

chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four

Warnings - cursing, angst, fighting, mentions of blood, Steve and Eddie overall being hotheads

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Tonight’s the night. Yours and Eddie’s date. You hear the phone in your room ring as you finish up your shower, pulling on a towel and dashing over to answer it.

“Hello?” “Hi angel. It’s me.” Eddie’s sweet voice coos through the phone. Your legs feel like jelly as you sit criss cross on your bed, curling the phone cord around your finger. “You ready for our date tonight?” “F’course Eddie! M’so excited.” He chuckles lowly. “Good me too. Already went to the theater and got our tickets. Just in case.” “What time should I be ready?” “Well I don’t wanna rush perfection. Soo.. an hour?” “Yeah that’s perfect! I can’t wait to see you.” You tell him sweetly. “You’re so cute. Can’t wait to see you too and show you off. You gonna wear something sexy for me?” He asks, voice gravelly and you can almost hear the smile spreading on his lips. You pull the phone away from your ear for a second to squeak at how flirty he is before returning it to your mouth, trying to sound casual. “Yeah of course. Don’t I always look sexy?” There’s silence for a second as you hear a lighter flick on Eddie’s side, the low crackle of something burning. “Shit-” he releases a deep exhale, “you’ve got me there princess. Ok go get ready. I’ll see you soon.”

You quickly begin curling your hair, doing your makeup so it’s flawless but not overdone. Making sure your lips are glossy but not sticky. Perfectly kissable.

You’re nervous. Like way more nervous than you should be because Eddie’s so sweet and you trust him. But that’s exactly what’s making you nervous. It’s easy to be light and flirty with a guy you know is never going to be your boyfriend. But Eddie might actually become just that. At least you hope so.

The doorbell ringing makes you jump, not expecting it to ring so soon. He can’t already be here, he’d had to have broken every speed limit on the way if he is. You think to yourself. You shrug and head to open the door, still in your short silky robe that you wear to get ready. You prance down your stairs, butterflies crashing into each other in your stomach as you get closer to your front door. You take a deep breath before pulling on the handle, cool outside air whooshing in and blowing your hair around.

Two big brown puppy dog eyes stare back at you nervously. Except it’s not the eyes you were expecting.

“Steve? What’re you doing here?” You ask genuinely surprised. He stares at you for a second, taking in your face and scantily clad body, cool air causing the peaks of your breasts to pebble a bit under your robe. He blinks, sighing and shaking his head, pushing his hair out of his face. “I just have to talk to you about something.” “Well can it wait? Eddie’s supposed to be here any minute to pick me up.” “No y/n, it can’t wait.” Steve says impatiently, pushing into your foyer past you.

“Ok… what’s up?” You ask as you close the door behind him. “How come you didn’t tell me about you and Eddie?” He asks, hands sitting in the pockets of his tight jeans, eyes shifting between yours expectantly. You give him a furrowed brow, opened mouth expression. Haven’t we gone over this?

“I already told you,” you say calmly stepping closer to him. “I didn’t think it was a big deal. Do I have to run every life decision by you for your approval Steve?” you ask him sarcastically, rolling your eyes. “Of course not y/n.. but..” he chews on the inside of his cheek as he scans the room, avoiding your gaze.

Your patience is wearing thin, you still have to finish getting ready and Steve is monopolizing your time with what seems like a nothing conversation. You sit on the couch closest to you and prop your chin on your palm, giving him a bored expression as if to say go on.

“It’s just.. I told you I didn’t think that party was a good idea.” Steve finally says, angrily. He takes a deep breath, the striped fabric of his polo straining over shoulders as he paces a couple times before stopping directly in front of you. You up look at him with furrowed brows. “Before the party, we hung out everyday. We’d talk about everything, you’d always be there when I need you. Now?” He exhales sharply, hands resting on his hips, eyes looking to the side for a second before returning to yours. “I should’ve never brought him. I should’ve never started hanging out with him! Being his friend!” “Who?” You ask confused. “Eddie! The fucking guy who you’re going on a date with! The guy who’s got you all distracted. The guy that you look like that for.” His eyes soften as his gaze dances up and down your body. You feel a chill run down your spine at his words. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Steve this mad, not even after the Nancy/Jonathan thing. “Steve what’s the problem? Do you not want me to date Eddie?” you reach a hand out to stroke his arm comfortingly. His eyes glance back up to meet yours and you swear they have a sheen of tears about to spill from them before he runs both hands over his face and turns away from you. “I-I don’t know. I’m just saying. You deserve better. You’re really going to date a metal band guitarist who plays a weird board game?” He asks you. You wince at his judgmental words. “You don’t even know him that well y/n.” He says, eyes wide and head nodding, mouth moving faster than his brain can compute.

“He’s hooked up with a lot of girls. He tells me. You should hear the things he says!” Your stomach drops thinking about Eddie with other girls. You’re not naïve, you know he’s a teenage boy in a band with a brain and a dick. But suddenly, you feel nauseous, mouth filling up with saliva, lightheaded and dizzy. “He’s not a good guy y/n, he only cares about one thing.” He stares at you and you give him a pouty look in return, shaking your head slightly. “He just wants to fu- you know what he wants.” He says with a sigh. The memories of that first night with Eddie fill your mind, how he was so patient and gentle, never rushing or pressuring you. You glare at Steve. “Like you’re some kind of virginal angel Steve.” You scoff. “I know I’m not.” Steve says, walking towards you again, legs straddling either side of yours. He looks down at you, thumb and forefinger squeezing either side of your chin to angle your gaze up to him. “But you are. You’re an angel. And Eddie’s sees that. He preys upon it. Just call him and cancel your date, hm? For me?”

You stand up with a huff, swatting his hand away. “No way! I don’t care what you say Steve, I really like Eddie and I trust him.” “More than you trust me?” Steve asks a little louder than you’re used to him talking to you. Your eyes begin to water as your mind races thinking about everything Steve’s said to you. And you do trust Steve, of course. Your throat tightens and your nose tickles as the first tear falls from your mascaraed eyes. “Oh y/n no, baby baby please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Steve says as he rushes over to you, hands rubbing up and down your silk covered arms. “I just-the whole reason I came over here was because I need you to know. You should do better than Eddie. You can do better than Eddie. I’ve liked you since I met you y/n.”

You sniffle as you look up at him, eyes wide. You can’t believe what you’re hearing. And he’s choosing now to tell you? “That isn’t fair Steve. You’re only saying that because you don’t want me to be with anyone. You want me to be alone! Like you!” The tears are flowing worse now, a mixture of hurt, embarrassment and anger. “No, no, that’s not what I want y/n, I want you. Us. Don’t you see?” He asks, his arms spreading out around him. “Me and you just make sense! Every time I’m with you, I just feel happier. I feel whole. And when you’re not there, I feel like half a person. I thought I could be ok with us just being best friends, us being neighbors, I could always just walk over here and see you. But you’re pushing me away, you’re hiding things now.” He shakes his head, his voice lowering as he rests his hands on your cheeks, thumbs brushing away tears. “Let’s just go back to how we were. Me and you. No one else. I’ll show you how good of a boyfriend I can be.”

You had to admit, it’s a hell of an offer. And any other girl in Indiana would be eating this silver platter offer up with a spoon. But it just doesn’t feel right. You and Steve are friends. And that’s all it’ll ever be. You want to explain all that to him but the wall clock catches your eye and you panic. This argument has taken twenty minutes, Eddie will be here any minute.

“You need to leave Steve.” “What?” He asks weakly, eyes bigger and softer than you’ve ever seen them, the glisten of tears returning. You wipe your eyes, getting yourself together as you pull his hand behind you toward the door. “Now.” You open the door wide and step out of the way, arms crossed over your chest. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it, shaking his head. He paused in the doorway, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. “Call me later ok?” He asks as he disappears down your front steps.

Just that moment, Eddie’s van comes tearing down the street. Parking in your driveway, he hops out, wild brown waves bouncing as he spins on the ball of his foot to close the creeky door. “Harrington? Hey man, what’s up?” Steve huffs past him, heading towards his respective mansion next door. “Ohhkay..” Eddie shrugs, beginning to walk up to your front door. He knocks and you open it apprehensively, trying to put on your bravest face.

His wide smile drops when he sees you. “Y/n? Are you ok?” He asks scanning your face. He takes a step towards you, pulling you into his chest, rubbing your back with his hand. You nod weakly, your tear streaked face making his heart ache. “What’s wrong, what happ-?” His eyes go wide and drift off to the side when he remembers who was just here. He turns around, pushing through your door and jogging across your lawn towards where Steve is walking, almost back to his house. “Eddie wait-” you call after him. He doesn’t hear you. His heartbeat is thumping in his ears as his blood starts to boil. “Harrington!”

Steve stops in his tracks and turns around slowly with a groan. “What do you want Eddie?” “Uh I want to know why y/n is crying. I get here to pick her up and see you leaving her house. You wanna fill in the blanks?” Eddie’s eyes bore into Steve’s as Steve shrugs his shoulders and smirks. “Maybe she realized she’s about to go out with trailer park trash.” Eddie felt his fist clench and fly up to connect with Steve’s cheek before his mind even knew what was happening. Steve gets knocked down, clutching his face as he writhes in the grass. You cover your mouth in shock. This is all my fault.

“Fuck!” Steve grunts as he sits up, blood covering the highest point of his face, cheek already red and swollen. Eddie leans down and curls his fingers into Steve’s collar so he’s nose to nose with him now. You know Eddie looks intimidating but this is the first time you’ve ever seen him be intimidating. “You’ve been trying to fuck this up since I told you about me and her. I knew you liked her Steve. You’re not very good at hiding it. But she doesn’t want you man. She picked me.” Steve looks at Eddie with so much anger Eddie thinks he’s going to get punched back. But Steve’s eyes leave his and flit to over his shoulder. “S’that true?”

You’re standing behind Eddie, bare toes digging into the sprinkler soaked manicured turf grass of Steve’s lawn. Eddie turns around, eyes soft with worry. You look down and his hands are trembling, right knuckles bloody and bruised. Your eyes flick back and forth between the two boys, not sure what to say. A week ago, Steve was your best friend and you hadn’t even met Eddie. You never thought you’d be here now. Your mind is racing, you’re cold and you’re tired, not sure what to do or say.

“Y/n?” Eddie prompts you softly as he turns to face you, “why aren’t you saying anything?”

To Be Continued…

Notes : ok so I didn’t think this was going to turn into a steddie fic but it kind of has? And I know this sounds crazy but I kind of want to write both endings. One where reader picks Steve and one where she picks Eddie. Kind of like a choose your own adventure. What do you guys think??🤭

[clownnhound]

Art Fight day 3!!

[therosebunpost]

Holy shit it’s been a hot minute since I wrote anything new, jesus-

Anyway, I got a question for the lovely folks~

[vilentia]

Learning to Love Again

Steve Harrington x reader

Inspired by this post @forevermoreharrington

Steve had always been the life of the party. With his charming smile and quick wit, he could make anyone feel at ease. But behind that confident exterior, he was hiding a deep insecurity that he had never quite been able to shake.

Steve had always been a romantic at heart. He loved the idea of being in a relationship, of sharing his life with someone special. But every time he tried to get close to someone, it always seemed to backfire.

In his early relationships, Steve would try to be affectionate and attentive, showering his partner with compliments and gifts. But he quickly learned that not everyone appreciated his brand of romance. Some of his partners would pull away, telling him that he was being too intense or that he needed to give them space.

This rejection hurt Steve deeply. He couldn't understand why his efforts to show his love were being met with such resistance. As a result, he began to hold back, to keep his feelings to himself for fear of scaring his partner away.

But even that didn't work. His partners would accuse him of being distant, of not being emotionally available. Steve couldn't win. It seemed like no matter what he did, he always managed to push his partners away.

But then he met you.

From the moment you first smiled at him, Steve felt something shift inside of him. It was a small gesture, just a quick flash of teeth, but for Steve, it was like a bolt of lightning had struck him. He couldn't explain why, but he felt an instant connection to you. Maybe it was the way your eyes crinkled at the corners, or the way your hair fell in soft waves around your face. Whatever it was, Steve was hooked. It was as if all of his insecurities melted away in your presence. You were so warm and open, so eager to be close to him, that he couldn't help but be drawn to you.

At first, it was scary for Steve. In the early days of your relationship, Steve was almost overwhelmed by the sheer amount of affection you showed him. It was like a dam had burst, and suddenly he was being showered with love and attention in a way that he had never experienced before.

At first, he was a little unsure of how to respond. He would feel himself tense up when you reached for his hand or leaned in for a kiss. He wasn't used to this level of physical intimacy, and it took him some time to get comfortable with it.

But you were patient with him. You could tell that he was struggling, and you didn't want to push him too hard too fast. So you started small, with gentle touches and soft kisses. You let Steve set the pace, always waiting for him to take the lead. But as time went on, he began to relax into your touch, to let himself be vulnerable with you in a way that he never had before. He found himself craving your touch, yearning for the warmth of your body next to his. He loved the way you would run your fingers through his hair, tracing lazy patterns on his scalp. It was like all of the walls he had built up around himself were starting to crumble.

And then there were the kisses. Steve had never been much of a public display of affection kind of guy, but with you, he couldn't resist. He loved the way you would pull him in for a kiss in the middle of the street, not caring who saw you. It was like you were telling the world that he was yours, and he loved the possessiveness of it.

You would stay up late talking, laughing at each other's jokes and sharing stories about your lives. You would hold hands as you walked down the street, fingers intertwined in a way that felt like you were meant to be together.

And whenever Steve would start to feel that old familiar pang of insecurity, you were always there to reassure him. You would tell him how much you adored him, how much you loved being close to him, how you could never imagine being with anyone else.

It was one of those nights, lying in bed together, that you finally said the words that Steve had been waiting to hear.

"I love you," you whispered, your voice soft and sweet.

Steve's heart skipped a beat. He had wanted to say those words to you for so long, but he had been too afraid of scaring you away. Now, as he looked into your eyes, he knew that he had nothing to fear.

"I love you too," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I've loved you since the moment I met you, but I was too scared to say it. I didn't want to mess things up."

You reached out to stroke his hair, your fingers trailing softly over his scalp.

"You could never mess things up with me," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "I'm here for you, always."

And as Steve held you close, he knew that he had finally found the person who could chase away his insecurities, who could make him feel loved and cherished in a way that he had never thought possible. With you by his side, he knew that he could face anything that life threw his way.