#they end up making out sitting on Steve's car btw

[will80sbyers]

HAPPY STONATHAN WEEK | day 1 -> my favourite outfits for them

aka first date au where Steve comes dressed casual because he thinks Jonathan will like him more like that and Jonathan comes dressed elegant because he thinks Steve will like him more like that and they laugh about it together

[lovebugism]

steve request for adjusting back to normality with him after the upside down ends? however much u wanna write 🤭🤍🤍 ur writing is gorgeous btw

ty angel! hope you like it!! — steve helps his agoraphobic gf leave the house for the first time since the world ended (established relationship, hurt/comfort, cw for mentions of agoraphobia | 1.5k)

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You sit on the stairwell and tie your shoes, trying desperately to ignore the trembling of your anxious fingers. The thin laces threaten to slip from your tremoring hands as you knot one loop into the other. You couldn’t hide from your worry if you tried.

Steve’s heavy footsteps sound behind you in a steady, even rhythm as he walks down the stairs. You can hear the dull clapping of the boy patting his pockets to ensure his keys and wallet haven’t yet fallen from them. You know he’ll do exactly that another ten times before you step foot out of the house. He’s just as anxious as you are these days.

“Almost ready?” he says, huffing, though a smile is evident in his voice.

You nod to yourself and make careful work of fastening the laces. “Mhm,” you hum.

“Did you make sure to pack those Ants on a Log things? ‘Cause Dustin’ll kill me if we don’t bring ‘em,” Steve frets, for the second or third time that morning. He stills on the step just behind you and crosses a pair of golden arms over his chest. “Because, you know, he’s the only kid in America who actually likes celery.”

You tilt your chin to look up at him, smiling despite the fear pinching your chest. “Everything’s in the basket, Stevie.”

“Including the—”

“Yes, including the drinks. And the sandwiches. It’s all in the fridge,” you finish for him. “And the blanket’s in the car, so… Everything’s ready.”

Steve’s chest deflates with a distant sigh of relief. He’s been so used to doing everything on his own — carrying the load of that burden entirely by himself — that he forgot what it meant to have someone else to lean on.

“God, I’m so in love with you,” he murmurs fondly, mostly to himself, as he bends at the waist to kiss your hair. The plush of his lips brush your temple in a warm touch you lean instinctively into. 

With a wide hand on your shoulder, Steve feels for the first time how tense you are. All rigid, muscles taut, like cradling a rock in his palm. You’ve kept a brave face for him all day, but there’s only so much hiding you can do.

“You’re still okay with this?” he wonders aloud as he stands to full height again. 

His scruffy face is all twisted with concern, but you’re not looking at him to see it. You tie your right sneaker with a pair of graceless hands, where you seem to hold most of your anxiety, and scoff at the silly question. “Am I okay with the… picnic?” you echo.

“Yeah,” Steve shrugs, lips jutted, as he walks past you down the steps. He turns and leans against the railing, trying hard to be casual. “‘Cause, you know, if you weren’t, we could just have it in the backyard or something. Make all the little shits come here.”

It takes you a moment too long to catch his meaning.

Sometimes you forget that you haven’t left the house all year. You’ve fallen into such a routine here, at Steve’s house (which you’ve come to see as your own), that you’ve forgotten there’s a whole world outside of it. A whole world you shut yourself out of after it nearly ended — after it chewed you up and spat you out again.

You tell yourself that you survived. You tell yourself that you lived in spite of the unfavorable odds. But sometimes, when you feel like shards of flesh and bones instead of a real-life human being, you wonder if you’re alive at all.

“I’m good, Steve,” you assure despite the waver in your voice. Your hands fumble with the laces, and you have to start all over again. “It’s just the park, babe. I can make it to the park.”

Steve nods in response, raking an anxious hand through his hair. He swallows down any attempts to remind you that you’ve barely made it out of the garage, let alone to the park.

“Besides, I’m pretty sure it’s a crime to be this pale in the middle of July, anyway,” you joke with a forced laugh. 

The only time you really see the sun is when you’re sitting out on the patio — sipping at your morning coffee or watching Steve languish in the pool. You hardly last more than an hour, though, before a plane rumbles overhead or a car engine thunders too loudly. That’s all it takes for everything to come rushing back to you. The monsters, the soldiers, the blood. Then you lock yourself away all over again.

You hope this time is different.

Steve nods again, always hopeful, if only for your sake.

“Okay. Just… Just making sure, you know?” he trails off, then scrunches his nose. “Should we have a codeword, anyway? Like, for when the kids annoy the shit outta me, and I wanna get the hell outta there?”

You squint to yourself, pretending to ponder the question, as you rise from the stairs. You take a few steps downward until you’re standing just ahead of Steve — a few inches taller than him now. 

“How about… Get me the hell outta here?” you offer with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

A wide, pink grin blossoms on his mouth. “That’s perfect, actually,” Steve muses sarcastically, then meets you halfway when you lean down to kiss him. 

It’s a chaste and very innocuous peck that tastes faintly of Steve’s mouthwash and the peanut butter you licked from the spoon after making Dustin’s Ants on a Log. 

Despite its fleeting nature, you hang onto the simple kiss your entire way through the front door.

The first step out of the house is the hardest. 

You struggle to feel the ground beneath your feet as your mind threatens to wander. Thoughts of death plague your mind despite your attempts to push them away — roaring demogorgons, exploding guns, screaming teenagers. You have to fight the urge to cover your ears when a helicopter whizzes overhead, hidden somewhere in the clouds but sounding much closer than that.  

Steve holds your hand the entire way. “Almost there,” you hear him mumbling beneath the heartbeat woosh, woosh, wooshing in your ears. Your eyes squeeze shut. He leads you to the car and squeezes your hand. “You’re doing amazin’, babe. Just a couple more steps.”

You’re at the car in five seconds flat, though it had felt like five minutes at the time — and took approximately five years off your life. You feel eons better when you’re tucked into the passenger seat of Steve’s 733i. You feel more grounded there — with the tires against the asphalt, and Steve’s hand on your thigh, and the radio cranked all the way up.

You’re still a shaking mess when you get to the park, but the kids are a good enough distraction. 

You opt to busy your anxious hands with the picnic — handing out food, protecting drinks, and ensuring the emptying basket doesn’t blow away. You sit in the shade in the center of Steve’s quilt as leaves rustle in the warm breeze, allowing bits of summer sun to peek through and glitter on your skin. 

You keep a watchful eye on the kids around you as they scatter mindlessly about, making sure no one ventures far enough where you can’t see them. Steve yells at them for it so you don’t have to — shouts at Max and El for getting too close to the tree line while he tosses a ball to Lucas. 

He’s slowly mastering the art of throwing with his left hand. He hasn’t been able to lift his right one over his head since Starcourt. There’s a persistent ache in his shoulder he hasn’t been able to get rid of.

He walks over to you when the distance grows too much to bear, twisting his arm with a screwed-up face as he tries to find the root of the pain. “Whaddaya got for me, sweet thing?” he asks with a lopsided smile.

You reach into the basket beside you and pull out the last sandwich of the bunch, which you kept aside especially for him, wrapped neatly in plastic.

You hiss playfully through your teeth, then squint faux apologetically up at him. “All that’s left is tomato-avocado…” you joke, feigning horror.

Steve’s face twists. “Ugh. Seriously?” he huffs in disappointment.

“No,” you hum in response, smiling as you pass him his favorite sandwich. “Here you go.”

It’s a simple turkey, ham, and bacon number with all the fixings, but he particularly likes how you make it. (You argue that it can’t taste any better than a diner-made sandwich, but Steve always insists otherwise.) 

Your fingers brush when it takes it from you. Steve finds it difficult not to melt for you entirely, and not just because of the sweltering summer heat. 

He’s spent half of his life believing that no one ever gave him a passing thought — or that, at the very least, he was only ever an afterthought. But you remind him every day that he’s so much more than the nothing he often sees himself as. You remind him, through silly picnics and sandwiches made with love, what it means to be truly cared for.

“I love you,” Steve hums quietly, adoration melting in his honey eyes. “You know that?”

You nod once, hiding a smile as you squint one eye from the beaming sun. “I know.”

[nburkhardt]

Somebody Loves You, You Got A Friend.

Hello! This is my abo teenage parents steddie fic I talked about a few times. Wrote it a while ago for myself, never felt quite confident for sharing. But after sharing the few snippets, here’s the start! There’s real no end to it, it’s mostly slice of life with nearly no real plot. (Title is from Spaceship by Andy Grammer)

Some info you should know: it takes place in season 2. Originally wasn’t going to include the upside down but switched it to have it. ANYWAY, enjoy the start! It’s mostly Steve angst and only a hint of Eddie lol.

So, here’s the thing… Steve never keep his secondary gender a secret. In fact, he was quite proud of it. Mostly because it pisses his dad off to no end, and well, pissing off his dad is one of his and his mom’s favorite past time.

With that said he was definitely proud to take after his mom and for being a male omega. He knows it probably pisses more people off than they let on and really, that makes his fucking day.

Sometime around the time he entered high school, his status went sky high. He didn’t mind, though finding true friends was rough. Especially when Tommy and Carol glued themselves to him within a few hours of knowing him. Since he didn’t keep his omega status a secret, they thought he was weaker and needed to be protected. With Tommy being an alpha and Carol a beta, they decided to be best friends. It pissed him off, but at the time he didn’t have many friends. But of course, he’s not weak. He knows how to protect himself and even others.

His life gets flipped upside down, shortly after Nancy Wheeler calls him ‘bullshit’ in a bathroom at a dumb Halloween party.

It’s been months since Will Byers disappeared, thought dead and found alive. Also months since Nancy’s best friend fucking died while sitting at his pool. All while he and Nancy were in bed, they only found out in the next morning at school.

Nancy’s words send him spiraling down immediately, because unlike her, he does or did love her. So in a blind panic, he leaves the room and then the house and straight into the forest behind. Freaking out and sobbing as he went.

He didn’t know how long he was there, all he remembers of the night is panicking and then someone that smells of smoke, rain and freshly cut grass, helps him to his car and on his way. With only a matchbook with a number on it sitting on his passenger seat as who helped him.

In the morning, he gets ready for school, kisses his mom on the cheek and goes on his way. Only pocketing the matchbook as he parks in the school parking lot.

The day is simple only because he avoids Nancy as much as he can and then nearly get his ass handed to him by the new big alpha in town, Billy Hargrove.

“Should plant your feet, pretty boy”

He rolls his eyes, “shove the fuck off, Hargrove”

Billy is about to do another shove, he can’t figure out why to be honest. His scent is currently covered by scent blockers, the one thing his mom told him to take. When he notices Nancy waving him down, so he goes willingly to that danger instead.

It’s nothing but anger from her, it’s rolling off her in her scent even with a blocker, “Why didn’t you pick me up?”

He scruffs, “because I’m apparently bullshit?”

She at least flinches at that. But doesn’t apologize, at least, not the way he’d like. She does try to excuse it all by saying she was drunk and if there is one thing he took to heart from his asshole dad; drunk words are sober thoughts.

The final kicker of the whole conversation: her not saying “I love you” after he pleads her to.

He decides after that, Nancy Wheeler is someone he refuses to be with.

—

If you made it this far great!! Because after this the real fun begins 🥳 meaning Eddie is actually there and you get to meet my favorite person, Janet Harrington… Steve’s mom! This was just getting things mostly set up. I hope it doesn’t seem too weird with jumping around or weird phrasing lol.

(Btw, I don’t necessarily keep to everything everyone does in abo fics. I go with whatever I like and easy to work with. So there’s scents, mates, pack easy things. Nothing too explicit either, I’m definitely not confident enough to post smut hahaha.) OH AND IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS OR WANNA TALK ABOUT THIS AU MY MESSAGES AND ASK BOX IS ALWAYS OPEN!!!!!

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[sadie-bug345]

could you write either hcs for the gang getting their wisdom teeth removed, or a mini one shot fic of soda after he gets his out? <3

(I love ur blog btw)

yesssss OML i love you sm🫶‼️

ponyboy:

just so wacky istg

lowk thinks he’s in a book so starts talking in the third person and narrating everything that’s happening

darry struggles to get him back in the car after the appt but once they finally get back home pony stumbles through the door

”ponyboy feels peaceful as he walks through his humble abode” yells pony while darry chases after him

dally is chillin on the couch and pony sits RIGHT next to him

”dally has an elfish face and is anything but handsome, idk what cherry saw in him” and dals just like🧍‍♀️

he refrains from “knocking his block off” just cause he knows he’s on anesthesia

johnny:

pretty quiet afterwards ngl

but he’s just in awe of absolutely everything

😲 24/7

he just has his jack skellington moment like “what’s this? what’s this?”

by the end of the couple hours everyone’s just so done 💀

but no one takes it out on him cause i mean it’s johnny

who could be rude to that face🤨

people try and baby him a bit and he’s just like

”lay OFFA me🙄”

sodapop:

similar to johnny he just asks SO many questions

but it’s just “why” OVER AND OVER

ISTG ITS CRAZY

just so goofy

darry and steve are riding from the dentist with him in the car and darry gotta stop for gas

so sodas like “why”

and then steve goes off abt car mechanics and how car engines work and everything

so sodas like “why”

steve’s just like “uhhh cause that’s how the world works”

so sodas like “why”

and steve goes into an existential crisis and darry’s just like “cmon soda we gotta get you home”

darry:

this is bouta be so chaotic i’m sorry😭

cause he had a group talk abt who he wants taking care of him when he’s on the anesthetic

can’t be two bit cause hed just goof off, dally would commit three felonies and one war crime in the space of an hour without the threat of darry punching his skull in, steve just goes along with soda and hypes soda to do dumb shit, pony can’t even drive, so johnny is the only remotely responsible one

and dally chooses to invite himself along🙄

dally drives darry home after flirting with a girl waiting in the doctors office. she’s kinda crying and he’s like “what’sa matter baby😏”

and she’s like “i just got diagnosed with crippling anxiety” or smth (i know people get their wisdom teeth out at an oral surgeon/ dentist office but ITS JUST FOR THE JOKE)

and dal is OUTTA THERE

johnny sits with darry in the backseat and darry just kinda lets loose on the both of them

like “dally, yk you’ll never amount to anything at this rate right?😀” and “johnny, do ya think your troubled home life will affect the way you’ll live as an adult for decades to come?”

dally:

flirting way too much with literally everyone

”i may not be able to feel anything in my mouth but YOU sure will tonight 😏”

and two-bit is just standing like 🧍‍♀️

EWEWEW i’m actually throwing up that made me cringe sm but it’s funny so idc

the whole gang is there cause they gotta make sure dally doesn’t run away and become a drug lord overnight

pony buys him an ice cream cone and he just breaks down crying like

”this…this is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done to me 🥹” and it’s probably true

two-bit:

making the MOST non-sensical jokes ever

he’s just talking the ear off this old lady nurse like

”and THEN a poodle walks into the bar holding a *wheeze* a frying pan‼️”

BUT two-bits delivery is so on point that it’s actually funny cause no one expects it

just the epitome of wacky

tries to jump out of the car while they’re driving

he thinks it’s the funniest thing ever when everyone freaks out

in general just thinks everything is so funny

dally will make his usual threats to anyone in the car and two-bit will be like

”remember when dally threw up at the christmas party we had cause ponyboy bet he couldn’t drink a gallon of eggnog in two minutes💀‼️”

and dally just sits there silently for the rest of the car ride

steve:

actually thinks he’s invincible

SPRINTS and parkours his way through the doctors office

two and dal are just egging him on

sodas dying

sticks his head out the car window

TOTALLY passes out once they get home

lowk just keeps sleeping everyone thinks he died cause it’s been 12 hours since the appointment and he’s just out of it

TYSM for requesting @obsessedwithyouxx‼️

and my inbox is always open!!

[louloulemons-posts]

Can I ask for a Steve Harrington x shy!reader angst where they've been childhood best friends but Steve left her for popularity, when slowly they cross paths together again, she does little things like saves Steve's fav foods, pays for his things etc? One day Steve decides to give her something nice too and apologise for their friendship drifting apart, but right before that she falls into a horrible road accident. Carry on like you want, just give a happy ending please? :) Btw, loved Touchy-Feely a lot.;))

Old Friends

Steve Harrington x reader

summary : Steve wants to fix his friendship with Reader, but it’s not as easy as he thinks.

word count : 1.5k

(he looks so stressed in this it’s so perfect lmao)

warnings : not proofread, wrote at 3am, car accident, hospital stuff, reader is injured, swears, use of y/n like twice, fluffy ending.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was small things, things you had always done. Giving him a pencil when he forgot his own, saving the red grapes because he hates green ones, sliding him the answers to questions that he doesn’t know.

It was a hard habit to grow out of after being friends for so long. You did try, you wanted to hate him for abandoning you. Wanted to be bitter, but he was just that boy from middle school, from kindergarten.

You did appreciate that even though you weren’t friends, whenever Tommy and Carol tried something he’d get them to leave you be.

He was your first real friend, and it was hard watching him become a completely different person overnight. People change. It’s just a shame that Steve Harrington had to become the King of Hawkins High.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Stood in the lunch line, you slid your tray across smiling softly at the lunch ladies. Finally getting to the end of the counter you picked up a fruit cup, you’d been wanting strawberries all day so this was perfect.

Heading to sit on a lunch table, you picked at a sandwich, hating your past self for not getting up 15 minutes earlier to pack your own lunch.

That was when you heard voices behind you, “It’s literally a fruit cup Steve, I’m sure you’ll live.” Tommy.

“Yeah I’ll live, it’s just one of the only decent things to eat they have.”

“Oh no, rich boy will have to starve until he gets home and his maid makes him a 3 course meal,” Carol teased.

Sighing to yourself, you’d all of a sudden gone off your food. Deciding that you’d go and sit with your friend in the art room you stood from the table. Slinging your bag over your arm, you held the tray in the other.

You knew that Steve had money, but his parents were also assholes, as soon as he could make box mac and cheese they’d leave him alone for weeks at a time. That house was big for an adult, but for a 13 year old it was like a castle.

Walking past your old friend, you placed the fruit cup down in front of him, not stopping to look at anyone. You slid your tray onto the rack with the other dirty ones and were on your way.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was the end of the day, and you couldn’t wait to go home, your stomach was screaming for some good food.

“Hey wait up!” a voice called, a familiar one, but no it couldn’t be for you. A hand landed on your shoulder. “Hey, didn’t you hear me call you?”

“Sorry, I didn’t think you were taking to me. Hi Steve.”

“Hi,” he smiled.

“What can I do for you?”

“I um … I just wanted to say thank you, for the fruit cup.”

“Oh yeah no worries, was that all?”

“Y-yeah,” he nodded.

“Right, I’ll see you.”

“See you.” You went to walk out of the door, but the Harrington boy called your name. “Yeah?”

“Did you … did you want to hang out?”

His eyes looked scared, afraid that you’d reject him. He’d never grown out of the habit of picking his nails when he was nervous. Giving him a soft smile you spoke, “Sure, I’d like that.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The plan was to meet at Benny’s, you went there a lot when you were younger. You’d hang out, catch up, all that fun stuff. You didn’t know why you were nervous, it was just Steve.

Sure it’d been 3 years since you had a conversation with the boy, but he was still Steve Harrington. Your best friend. Well ex- best friend.

Driving along you were making good time, you were meeting Steve at 5:30 and it was now just past 5. The roads weren’t super busy so you could get there a bit earlier, and then try and calm down.

It would be fine, you’d go, have milkshakes, chat, have burgers, chat, have another milkshake, drive home and probably not talk to him for another 3 years of your life.

“Hey watch out!” a woman screamed as her son fell of his bike and into the road, right in front of you. Swerving the car, you stomach lurched.

The force of the turn making it uncontrollable, slamming you into a tree. Your head hit the steering wheel, blood falling down. “Ow, god my head,” you whined, trying to figure out what had happened.

It was so fuzzy, everything felt like it was going in slow motion. Ringing filled your ears and your head pounded, eyes growing heavy as you let your head rest against the wheel.

You’d just close your eyes for a second, just one second.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

He’d been here for 45 minutes now, he looked like a fool. You’d stood him up. He understood that he wasn’t a good friend for leaving you to fend for yourself in highschool, but seriously.

Sighing to himself, he pushed up from the booth, leaving a tip on the table and headed out to his car. He needed to see you, needed to know why you didn’t come.

Driving to your house seemed like the best idea, that way you could talk with nobody else around. It’d be relaxed and comfortable.

Raising a brow as he drove past a tow truck pulling a car away from a tree, ouch that must of hurt. Hopefully everyone was okay.

Soon enough he arrived at your place, parking just a few doors down he walked up, hoping your mother and father would remember who he was. He changed, but not that much.

As he was ready to ring the bell, your mom opened the door. “Oh uh hi,” he said.

“Steve honey, hello,” she sounded out of breath. “I was just wondering if Y/N was here?”

“Y/N,” she began to tear up, “They’ve been in an accident, I’ve just come back pick up their things.”

“An accident?”

“A kid came into the road, they didn’t hit them but they hit a tree. Hit their head.”

He thought back to the scene he’d come across a few moments before. Holy shit. It was your car. How could he not recognise it was yours.

Guilt flooded his chests. He had been angry at you for not showing up. You had been on the way. You’d saved a kids life and risked your own. You were hurt. In the hospital and he was mad.

“Steve,” your mom spoke, “Would you like to come with me to see them?” His eyes were glassy and he sniffed, “Would you mind?”

“Come on Honey.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Waking up your whole body hurt. What happened? The lights were so bright. Where were you? Beeping sound filled the room you were in, unfamiliar bed clothes covered you and a hand rested in yours.

You squinted, looking at a familiar face, “Steve?”

“Oh my god, you’re awake!” the boy exclaimed, “Hang on let me just get a nurse.”

“Nurse?” you asked, confused. Pushing yourself up, Steve ran to your side, “Hey take it easy!”

“What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No,” you said, rubbing your eyes, “I was coming to meet you.”

“You got into a crash,” he said, taking your hand softly. Scrunching your face, you remembered bits and pieces.

“Is the little boy okay?” Steve couldn’t help but laugh at that, of course you’d be more worried about someone else. “He’s fine. Him and his mom brought you some flowers.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the diner.”

“Please don’t apologise, it wasn’t your fault.”

“I should’ve been there.”

“Like I should’ve been there for the past 3 years,” he sighed.

“Steve-“ he cut you off.

“No, I’m so sorry. I hate that I abandoned you, you’re my best friend and I just left you and when I try and fix it you get hurt!”

“Stevie, that wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes it was! If I hadn’t of left you we wouldn’t have had to meet up and catch up, you wouldn’t have driven past that kid. You’d be okay.”

“I am okay.”

“You’ve got stitches!”

“I do?” you asked, reaching up to touch your forehead. “Don’t! Gosh don’t touch, it’ll hurt,” Steve said.

“Sorry mom.”

“Oh shush.”

“It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t my fault. It was an accident, and I’m okay. I promise,” you said, squeezing the boys hand. “I want us to be friends I’ve really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too Stevie,” you smiled at the boy, “But there is no way in hell I’m hanging out with Tommy and Carol.”

“Oh I wouldn’t do that to you, they’re horrible.”

“Why are you friends with them?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.”

“Well it’s okay, you’ve got me now.”

Rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand he laughed softly, “Yeah I do, and I don’t plan on ever leaving you again.”

“I’ll hold you to that Harrington.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

A/N : I am sooo sorry this took me so long to write, I didn’t see it in my requests. I hope you enjoyed it 🫶🏻

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[dameronology]

stop, you're losing me (s.h)

taylor swift released a new song so here's a fic based on it. this doesn't have a happy ending btw it's just pure angst lol

warnings: language, angst, arguing

it's kinda short but i'm getting back into the swing of writing. love you all and thank you for bearing with me through the last few months.

jazz xx

If you stared at the wall for long enough, you could still see the shadows of what once. The rigid outlines of you and him, dancing around what had been an empty room this time two years ago; the contours of your bodies as you spent hours putting together furniture, desperate to make the space yours after years of uncertainty. Nailing pictures to the wall - you and him last year in Italy, the pair of you at a friend's wedding in the fall, school photos and yearbook pictures. Then, if you blinked hard enough, squeezed your eyes shut and peeled them back open, you'd see the room for what it was now. Empty; photo frames you'd foolishly brought, never used and collecting dust; a crease in the sofa where he used to sit, cold because he was never fucking home anymore. The shadows that used to be happy were tense now, backs arched and arms flailed, faces flexed from smiles to frowns and then pure rage.

It was just you. No Steve. No laughter, no tears, no anger. Emotions replaced by apathy and the man didn't have a clue. Maybe he was just fucking oblivious but every futile attempt, every conversation you'd tried to have on the matter, had been in vain. Maybe it had worked for a few weeks; a few weeks where Steve would come home early from work, bring you flowers and get you a booking at that one restaurant with some vaguely sentimental meaning to your relationship. Then it would go back to normal - late nights, forced conversations, and finally, the stand still. The moment where you'd realised your relationship was stagnant and whilst everyone was getting married or pregnant or buying a house, you were going no where. At least not with Steve.

He was home late as usual, just after 9PM. He came through the day, car keys and briefcase thrown to the side, top button immediately undone and tie coming loose. Steve barely looked at you as he moved across the living room, straight to the fridge for whatever leftovers he could fine. It wasn't until he turned around, mouth full of pizza and a can of Coke in the other hand, that he finally gave you a smile.

"Good day?" he asked.

You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, not bad."

"Good," he gave you another smile, breezing past you and to the bedroom. Door slammed, minor shuffling, and then he re-appeared, now in an old t-shirt and sweatpants.

Sometimes, you wondered if he sensed it too. The coldness in your touches, in your voice. The way there was always a massive gap between you in bed at night. If he had noticed, Steve sure did a good job of ignoring it. He always had, in a way. Even after everything - the Upside Down, the monsters, the darkness - he hadn't wanted to talk about it. Maybe he was clinging on to the familiar. Even when everything had changed, your relationship stayed the same. If only he'd known that was the entire problem.

You'd had faith for a little while, but then you'd lost it.

"Nancy called, by the way," Steve continued on, waltzing around the room - heating on, TV volume up, mail thrown onto the coffee table. "The baby's doing well. She's six months along now."

He passed by you, hand ghosting across the back of your shoulders. That was it. That was your physical contact for the day, unless he was feeling sweet enough to accidentally kick you in the night or brush past you in the bathroom when he washing up before bed.

"Steve?"

Your voice was low; enough to alert him. Steve stopped, turning to face you.

"Yeah?"

"I'm moving out."

His shoulders dropped for a moment - and then he laughed. He fucking laughed. "Yeah, good one. Your jokes are getting worse."

"I'm not joking," you said. "Our lease is up next month. I'm moving."

"Where?" his eyes followed you as you got up and walked to the kitchen. He was on your heels like a lost puppy, immediately by your side. "And when were you gonna talk to me about this? Do you mean...like, a place together? Or a place apart? Because I thought we liked this apartment. We do don't we, because of the sky lights, and the fancy fuckin' sinks in the bathrooms-"

"- the place isn't the problem, Steve!" you cut him off. "It's you."

"How?" he asked. "I thought we were good?"

"Look at us!" you snapped. "Of course we're not good! You're a stranger to me, Steve. I never see you, and when you do you're just...you're not there."

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I've just been busy with work, okay? I'll try harder."

"You always say that," you shook your head. "Why do I have to keep asking you to try? You should want to try. You should want to act like you love me. Am I asking too much by asking you to fucking love me, Steve?"

"Do you honestly think I don't love you?" Steve said. He looked defeated now; drooped shoulders, sad eyes, bottom lip folded like he was about to cry. "You're everything to me. You have been since we were sixteen years old, and you're seriously asking if I don't love you?"

"If I'm everything to you then why don't you act like it?" you quietly asked. "Why all this...brushing past me? Acting like we're just room mates?"

"I...I don't know," he murmured. "The way I felt about you hasn't changed-"

"- I've asked you so many times Steve - if something is up, if we need to talk about stuff, if I've done something," you cut him off again. "And you see me every day sat here, waiting for you to come home, trying to make conversation and you just...you do nothing. You ignore me. You ignore all my futile fucking attempts to make an effort and quite honestly I am done."

The anger had taken over now, taken hold on your brain and tinted the edges of the vision. It was red. Not pink, how it used to be when you were happy, or blue when you were sad, but still had each other. It was just red; scarlet for the realisation that you were stood opposite each other now and not beside one another. You weren't a team anymore.

"So...you're dumping me?" Steve sniffed. "Is that what you're saying?"

"Yeah," you nodded.

"Do you really want to lose me over this?' he asked.

You shrugged. "You've lost me already, Steve."

[corrodedcoughin]

So I know the internet is obsessed with babygirl Steve but I've been thinking about the opposite lately? About how Eddie would love how manly and strong and boyish Steve is. Especially after that scene in the Upside Down where Eddie is casually fawning over sweaty and dirty shirtless Steve ripping demobats apart with his bare hands. They're both gross teenage boys and Eddie likes it.

Eddie loves Steve's 5 o'clock shadow, dreams of feeling the scratch of it on his skin, the burn of it as Steve kisses his way down his body.

Dustin still keeps telling Steve he needs to tame his chest hair, shear it down a bit. Steve always refuses because the "ladies dig it" and Eddie can't help but agree that the boys dig it too. He definitely doesn't want to run his fingers through it, tangle his fingers in the strands and feel the warmth of Steves skin underneath.

Eddie loves Steve's strong jaw and broad shoulders. Thick thighs and muscled biceps. Every now and then Steve will wake up early for a jog and at the end, jog his way over to the trailer park. And Eddie gets to watch him with his hair pushed out of his face, unstyled and sweaty but still looking good. Shirt sticking to his torso with sweat. It's so gross but so good. They'll sit on the porch together, Steve drinking water; with Eddie next to him wrapped in a blanket, half asleep, drinking coffee, and thinking about how fucking good Steve looks.

He even likes how Steve will eat a bagel and get crumbs all over his kitchen floor, and then snap at Dustin for even /thinking/ about opening a packet of Doritos in his car because he will get crumbs in the seats. And the Beemer is his baby.

Idk I've just always liked the idea that Steve genuinely likes cars? We all saw him with the Toddfather. And his beemer!!! This stereotypical manly interest that he might have gotten into originally when he was little because it was something he thought his dad would like, but it turns out he actually genuinely likes. Steve will happily spend a Saturday morning washing and waxing his car. Vacuuming the carpet and cleaning the seats. And after all that he'll pop the hood and tinker with the engine. Checking the oil and other car things. And Eddie finds himself noticing the grease and oil under his fingernails that he couldn't quite remove.

And then there's the little things. How Steve will throw something into the rubbish bin or his laundry basket like a basketball from across the room. How he will yell at the TV when watching sports and the ref makes a stupid call. His dumb locker room talk with Robin where they talk about hot girls together, which is endearing as hell because he can see how much it means to Robin to be able to talk like a regular teen about hot celebs and pretty classmates.

Idk I'm just having fun thinking of Eddie fawning over how manly and hot he finds Steve. You just know he's talked about it to the Corroded Coffin boys and they just "can't relate but we'll take your word for it" Because they love and support Eddie in his big fat gay crush on Steve.

(Absolutely no pressure to do anything with this btw I'm just having Thoughts)

I was just reading this and nodding aggressively. I love babygirl Steve but I love the facets of Steve that means he can be both

Oh he’d absolutely take up an interest in cars because he thinks it would earn him points with his Dad. He’s awful to begin with, obviously, but he sticks with it and and the first time he fixes something or cleans it up and polishes it on his own he’s so proud of himself that he just keeps at it. Eventually it becomes an activity he can put all his attention on and just zone out of real life. He gets really competent and this only sends Eddie’s heart rate sky high. He sees Steve wiping his hands off on a dirty rag, flipping it onto his shoulder and squinting at eddie in the sun. Eddie’s brain shuts down, outright staring at Steve. Only reengages when Steve waves a hand infront of his face and laughs when Eddie reboots. Eddie makes sure to ask Steve for more car tips. Demonstrations really, Eddie is a visual learner.

The whole discussion with the chest hair? There’s a similar thing before they are together. Steve actually pulls Eddie into it, he was sitting in the back of the beemer while Steve and Dustin bickered up front. Eddie was half paying attention, half thinking about an unexpected cover corroded coffin were planning next week.

That all stopped when Steve directed a question to him ‘hey! Earth to Eddie! You got to back me up, chest hair is hot, right?’

Dustin squawks ‘no fair!! He’s supposed to be unbiased! No leading questions!’ He turns to face eddie in the back of the car ‘forget he said that. He’s only out for himself. Chest hairs a no, right?’

Steve is watching him in the mirror and Eddie very, very pointedly does not look at Steve’s chest (he does), looks up to catch Steve’s eye and immediately feels his face burning. It gets worse when Steve pipes up ‘come on munson, what’s your opinion, you’ve always got one.’ A smirk evident in his tone of voice, Steve is a big believer in his chest hair, and for good reason. Eddie has lost countless hours thinking about the noises Steve might make from tugging on that hair just right. Countless more hours contemplating if Steve pulls on the hair himself when he’s getting off. Before eddie can stumble much further down that path he pulls himself together, let’s put a high pitched ‘mhm! Yep! Sure!’

Dustin turns back to fave the front in disgust after firing a withering stare at eddie. Steve on the other hand just looks smug as he continues to drive, tapping on his steering wheel along to the music. Thinking to himself ‘harrington’s still got it baby’ and silently thanks his chest hair. He rubs his palm over his face as he thinks about what his next move to get Eddie might be but he catches eddue tracking his hand’s movement through the mirror. Head perking up at the rough scrape sound of dry skin on stubble. Oh this could be interesting.

Overall, Steve and Eddie are big fans of big boy manly Steve with thick forearms and a torso to match. There’s a lot of fun stuff Steve’s body allows him to do, especially once they are together. It’s mainly picking up Eddie and throwing him around, both of them are very big fans of that. But eddie makes sure to let Steve know just what his wide shoulders, thick muscled legs and identifying jaw line does to him. You know, just incase he’s forgotten

[donniesbabygirl28]

Dallas when he first saw yo fine ass 🤭🥰🫶

PLEASE 💀 so you work at the DX with soda and Steve

LMFAO…boy literally-…boy literally thought he died.

“👁️🫦👁️”like..bitin his lip and shit ahh 😌 “hey dally whatcha starin at?”

“Nothinguhhh”

Is still head over heels 3 days after he saw you.

It’s cute…but…

Boy is literally asking soda to take him to the DX EVERYDAY.

“Bruh get in the car, you might as well live at the DX”

“………🫢…can I?” “💀no tf”

“Bro fr tho I’m hungry I just want to get a snack” “I can get it for you what you want?”

“Nooo-uhhh I wanna do ittuhhh” (it’s the whining like a 5 yr old fo me 💀”

You WILL catch him checking you out.

And when you do catch him he is like

LMFAO 😭💀

And when the guys tease him about you he is like this

AHH 💀💀

I FUCKING can’t

Look now…he has a starin problem? No

Your just beautiful….And dat ass is PHAT (😭forgive me I had to)

He will LITERALLY push away any other broads just for you.

Two but be like “..wtf is up whichu” “wdym?”

“…..you just blew off that babe that was a WILLING participant”

“I know..” “oohhhh this is about y/nnn”

“Shut upuhhh”

You got him like 😩

Lmaoooo

Boy literally got you flowers and put them on your doorstep and DIPPED like mf RAN.

And he didn’t even STEAL them this time.. mf BOUGHT them 😭💀

He thinks about you ALL THE TIME.

“Guys he’s blushing again” *waves hand in front of his face and mf don’t even blink*

“Aww he thinking about y/nnn” boy only comes out of his trance when he hears your name. “Y/n is coming over?!”

Sodapop is like “no 💀”

“Well tell her to come over dummy” “…damn you down bad fo her “

“…shut upppuhh 😫”

You do end up coming over duh.

“Hey dally there’s your boo thang” “soda…shut up”

If you sit next to him he will literally die..in a good way.

The rest of the boys trying to call him out in front of you.

“You are always blushing around her” “no I’m not pfff tf”

*blushes AGAIN*

When he asks you to be his girlfriend omggg.

Boy literally made a little blanket fort in his room. (BTW you are NEVER too old for forts…if you think that your age determines weather or not you can make a fort…RESPECTFULLY get off of earth. Love ya)

Cuddles ALL THE WAY 🤭🤭

Got him like “🤭🤭🤭😩😩🥵😩😫😫😍😍😍😊☺️🤗🤗🤗”

So cute.

OMGGG 🤭

He is LITERALLY head over heels

Y’all know that song head over heels by tears for fears?

That. That right there is the song.

Yk…THAT song

He literally will punch someone just for breathing in your direction.

Lady’s man yk what I’m sayin?

AH SO FUCKING CUTE 😩🤭😭😭

MF KISSES ALL THE TIME I DONT WANNA HEAR IT!!

Keep in mind that this is DALLAS WINSTON we are talking about. He’s still gonna do that “what? Man I ain’t goin soft” shit.

Yes he is. But he still a bad bitch doe 💀🤭

Has his hand on your ass during cuddles. Kisses, LITERALLY just hangin out.

With consent tho.

Chile anyway so…ahem..yeah that’s Dallas for ya. 💀😭

[socdarlings]

how do u think the members of the gang would feel about/react to fireworks?? love ur page btw!!!

hi i’m aware this is like 18 days late sorry anon

How the gang would react to fireworks:

Pony:

wouldn’t really care tbh. he doesn’t enjoy the sound but he likes watching it explode

tries to take a pic of it and ends up crying cuz it looks like shit (never take pictures of fireworks. it never looks good)

ends up attempting to draw some from memory. he’s not great at painting but he actually, surprisingly, manages to get a good firework painting going

overall he likes them. wishes he could capture them though. 8/10

Johnny:

this poor boy. doesn’t like fireworks at all

he likes watching them from far, far away but going near one while it sets off? he’d rather die

also don’t bring him to where a bunch of fireworks are going off while it’s crowded. sensory issues to the max

i just know the gang’s gonna get their own firecrackers and light some off in the street. johnny is NOT getting involved. he stays in the house while it goes off and tries to listen to music or smth to distract himself. the loud noises scare him

3/10. doesn’t like em

Sodapop:

this dude loooooves anything that explodes. too much of a wimp to set it off himself though but he loves being there for it

he likes them going off, loves the colorful explosion it gives, loves the popping sound some of them do too. he’s not an artist by any means so he’ll ask pony to draw some. cue him failing

will go with steve to light them up after work. they’ll try and find a place and when they do, he’ll be giggling uncontrollably like a little kid

10/10. he’ll have a blast (had to do it)

Steve:

like soda, he loves these things. he’s more interested in setting up the fireworks than seeing them though.

he’ll try and make it from scratch too. also will try to get a car engine so he could make a “MasterBlaster5000”

does not fucking work. he does rig something so they set off all at once though. (he was planning on making a firework bomb)

steve reminds me of those guys on Minecraft that sets up elaborate redstone systems. would not be surprised if he got gunpowder so it could, in his words, “make more booms”.

also 11/10. too excited. have the fire department on standby.

Dallas

Oh he hates these things. absolutely fucking hates them.

doesn’t like seeing them, hates hearing them, and will go somewhere else if somebody’s lighting them up. he goes to buck’s when they do, because the bar music is loud enough to block it out. or to the shepard’s house because it’s far away

he knows the difference between fireworks and gunshots, but being around them is a whole different story. any type of explosion reminds him of New York, and he tries to forget anything about that place

even if the gang or the shepards try to invite him over with beer, he refuses. prefers to sit at home and get drunk by himself

him and johnny bond over their dislike of fireworks, even if he knows johnny likes seeing the patterns

-11/10. fuck the 4th

Two-Bit:

his favorite activity is sitting by and watching them explode while wasted. will be that drunk uncle that brings two 12 packs and a lawn chair

will set them off with steve as well. even though he’s not really into the process, he likes watching steve build stuff

will also be that annoying uncle that hollers and claps. if he knew how to grill, he’ll bring a Foreman too

one time him, steve, and soda (dally did NOT wanna come along) set off a bunch of fireworks in the street even though darry told em not too. cut to the neighbors calling the cops and they all took off running. two-bit was unlucky enough to get caught and spent his july 4th locked up

10/10. thank you uncle Keith for bringing the beers

Darry:

lord help this man

despite half the gang begging him to come, he only does because he wants to grill. and bring little sandwiches

and he does admire them, somewhat. again, he’s mostly there for the food

if the shepards come, tim’s by his side. somehow both him and two-bit managed to persuade him to drink, and he only got down one. someone needs to bring back the gang after all

if the gang sets off firecrackers in the streets he’ll be. livid is one word. he’ll pick up anyone that gets arrested for setting them off *cough* cough* twobit *cough* but now he has to talk to the cops. will be furious if he finds out either pony or soda was there

5/10. meh

Tim:

Like Darry, he’s mostly there to watch his siblings. when he does get him to drink, it’s the first time he starts genuinely laughing in a while

he does not care. he’s there for the drinks.

lets dally stay at his place if they’re setting them off. his house is the farthest from everyone, and away from the explosions

if the gang sets them off and curly’s there, he’ll egg him on. but if it gets too bad, he’ll pick up curly and haul ass outta there

2/10. bring on the beers

Curly:

don’t get me wrong. this kid loves fireworks. he’s just particular on who he spends it with

he hates the noisy people who yell and scream when it goes off, but he does like seeing the explosion. or the person that tries to take a picture of it with flash when they’re all crowded together. feels really angry abt it for some reason

if he does wanna look at it, or if he’s even in the mood to do so, he’ll bring along somebody quiet. to him, fireworks are supposed to be observed

eventually it does get boring to him and he wants to go home.

4/10. this could’ve been a video.

Angela:

I’m stuck on if she likes seeing them or not

like curly, i feel like she has to get in the mood. otherwise it’s just boring to her.

if somebody brought weed, she’ll smoke it and watch. if somebody brings booze, she’ll drink and watch but eventually she’ll just fall asleep.

she feels like fireworks is something to watch when you’re not sober

would she go by herself to watch? no. would she go with others? absolutely.

7/10 when drunk, 2/10 when alone

[iliveonteaandbooks]

•A Steve Harrington x Reader Mini Series•

Camping Trip Pt. 1: Car Ride Gone Wrong

Steve Harrington x Reader

Series: Pt. 1

Summary: Steve and you decide to take the boys for a small camping trip for a few days. But during the car ride, things go a little...downhill.

Genre: Angst - ish?

Language: English (English is my first language btw)

Requested: Yes/No

Warnings: Language, yelling

Word count: 925 words

A/N: I normally don’t use strong language in my writing but this is Stranger Things; I mean c‘mon. I had a lot of fun writing this. This is also my first one for Steve; bear with me:) I love feedback on my writing, so please feel free to comment. Requests are open for other fandoms as well! Oh, and I do not own you, Stranger Things, the characters or the actors that portray them, or any of the gifs I use. Credit to the owners. Thanks! <3

MASTERLIST

"Are we there yet?" groaned Dustin from the back of Steve's car.

"What?" you semi - yelled, over the loud music coming from the radio.

"ARE. WE. THERE. YET?!" yelled Dustin.

"Quit yelling man!" barked Steve looking unto the mirror above.

"Well your girlfriend's deaf as hell and can't hear shit!" Dustin yelled back.

Steve chuckled.

"Are you not going to defend me?" you cried lightly hitting hitting his arm and suddenly sitting up.

Steve merely, shrugged, putting his sunglasses back on.

You scoffed putting your feet back on the dashboard.

Steve glanced, annoyed (slightly) but said nothing about it.

"Back to the question." sighed Lucas.

"Honestly, like a married couple." rolled his eyes Mike.

"Well, according to the map we still have another two hours."

A chorus of groans and sighs erupted from the back.

"Don't blame me. If Steve hadn't taken a wrong exit back at the interstate," you looked sheepishly at Steve. "We would have been pulling up by now."

Everyone looked at Steve.

"I did not just hear that. Who agreed to drive you dipshits for five ef'ing hours? Huh? I really don't have to do this, you know."

"In the meantime let's play a game!" you offered cheerfully. "I spy." you began. But a series of:

"I'm out."

"Here she goes.

"Here we go."

"Yeah, no. Not happenin'."

"No thanks." erupted from the back.

And a quiet "Nope." from Steve. Which was a mistake from Steve's side.

"STEVE!" you yelled. "That's mean."

Pouting, you turned around and stared out the window at the never ending fields and trees; arms crossed. You even took your feet off the dashboard.

"Aw. Babe. C'mon. I didn't mean it like that. Don't get mad at me?" he pleaded taking off hiss sunglasses and giving you his best puppy eyes.

You weren't looking at him though.

"No you jerk." you mumbled.

He started poking you trying to get out at least a giggle or maybe even a smile. But you slapped his hand away.

Forgetting he was on the road, he turned towards you with both hands.

"EYES ON THE ROAD!" the kids yelled together making you quickly turned around.

"Steve!" you yelled, your voice filled with worry and urgency. Afraid for everyone's life.

The car was swerving. On a highway.

He quickly grabbed the steering wheel saving the car from crashing into the truck ahead of you.

You guys were now stuck in traffic. Great.

"Jesus Christ!" you yelled. From relief of course.

"Oh. My. God." he breathed rubbing his temples.

The kids were having none of it.

"What the hell dude?!"

"You about almost frickin' killed us!"

"Are you insane?!"

"Eyes on the road next time. Jeez."

"I have to agree, Steve. That was a close one." you said.

"Yeah, Steve. Even your girlfriend agrees."

"QUIET!" yelled Steve suddenly and all of you immediately quieted down. "I'm sorry, okay?! I was an accident. You think I meant for this to happen? To 'kill' us all? She," he pointed a finger at you. "distracted me." he shouted.

"Yeah, Steve blame it on me." you shouted back. "No one," you indicated around the car, "asked you to start poking ME! Or start trying to hug ME! Maybe, just maybe, you should keep your eyes on the GOD-DAMN ROAD!" you yelled now.

"Guys!" yelled Mike.

He was unnoticed.

"Well then you shouldn't take things so seriously and make a big deal out of everything!" he shouted.

"How dare you! Do you realize how crazy you sound?"

"GUYS!!!" yelled Mike again while the others watched you like a tennis match. "GUYS! YOU ARE GOING TO WAKE UP WILL!"

"Probably to late for that." muttered Lucas, to which Steve just rolled his eyes.

You two immediately stopped.

Suddenly, you became interested in the worn out map. And Steve stared out the window keeping one hand on the wheel.

"Well, this is awkward." deadpanned Lucas.

Both you and Steve turned to say something but noticing this, immediately turned back around.

Not only were you stuck in traffic with a bunch of boys and a jerk, you were now in a fight with Steve. A ridiculous one at that. Great. Just Great. Wonderful. This is so stupid, you thought.

This is really, truly not how you wanted to spend your camping trip.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did! Pt. 2? Maybe? Let me know in the comments. Thanks! <3

[mrvlbimbo]

Something isn't right here pt 2 

pt 1

vampire!Eddie munson x reader

no sexy blood drinking in this part (atleast not technically) but there is sexy mind reading, its ends on a little bit of a cliffhanger btw

Picking up right where pt 1 left off btw

Steve's eyes widened at the sight in front of him, Eddie's mouth covered in blood and his eyes gleaming an unnatural orange color.

"Get off of her!" he shouted, going into protective big brother mode despite the fact they were not related and she was a year older than him.

"No, it's ok." She tried to calm the situation but Steve had already taken the split second of confusion and tackled Eddie to the ground.

"Steve, stop!" she yelped, awkwardly stumbling out of bed due to her shaky legs. Her fingers wrapped around his arm, trying unsuccessfully to pull him off of Eddie.

"You bastard. You were gonna kill her." Steve is seething, not even in the right state of mind to notice the homicidal glare Eddie is giving him.

Without warning he flips their positions, eyes sparkling with rage as his teeth grow sharp points. "Eds, Please don't do this He's just confused," she begs, interrupting him from what she was sure would be an attack on Steve's life.

In that split second he does look up at her, allowing Steve to scramble away from him and run out of the room. He his behind the half open door, shooing the kids behind him as he peered into the room.

"Eddie," she whimpered, stepping closer to where he was still kneeling on the floor.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened I just-" she hushed him, taking his hands and helping him off the floor.

"It's ok. I'm not mad. Are you ok?" she cupped his face in her hands, forehead leaning against his. She wasn't scared, he thought maybe she should be.

"mm, I'm ok now." He sat back on the bed, pulling her to sit on his lap and ducking his head back into the crook of her neck.

She wasn't sure how, but the open wound had already stopped bleeding. But it seemed like it would take much longer to heal, the scarred skin still very sensitive to the touch.

His skin was feverish against hers, a stark contrast to how cold it was only minutes ago. He hummed appreciatively when she leaned back against him, her body finally relaxing after the ordeal that had just unfolded.

The peace only lasted a few moments before Steve was knocking on the door, his voice cracking slightly when he asked "can we come in now?"

Eddie flinched, arms winding around her tighter. "Behave yourself?" she teased, intertwining one of her hands with his.

"Hmph," he grumbled, nodding his head slightly in agreement.

Steve hesitantly lead the kids into the room, still shielding them behind him. "You were right, he totally is a vampire," Max muttered.

"Where's Robin?" she asked, tried to make friendly conversation as if Eddie hadn't just tried to kill Steve.

"Waiting in the car, she's afraid of vampires," Lucas answered honestly, shrugging at the somewhat bizarre situation.

"Aw Eddie isn't scary," she giggled, leaning back against him and playing with the rings on his hand.

"Says the one who just got their neck mauled," Max scoffed, seemingly annoyed by the whole thing.

"Is it a sex thing?" Dustin questioned, narrowing his eyes at the two of them judgingly.

"Dustin!" she yelped, hands coming up to cover the embarrassed look on her face.

"It's not," Eddie answered, sounding grumpy and offended as if he had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

"He needs to eat...I think," she added.

"Yeah, I need to eat or I'll die." He nodded, agreeing with her defense of him.

"Are you sure? because it seems like a sex thing." Now it was Steve's turn to question them, not believing a word that was coming out of their mouths.

"its NOT!" Eddie tried to ignore the way his mind raced with images of them

entangled, both of them naked with blood leaking from her neck and spread all over his lips.

It was like a weirdly edited porno in his brain, blurry with bad lighting but it was vivid and it almost felt real.

He felt his cock start to grow hard with blood he didn't even know he still had in his body.

Should we...?" Steve started, glancing around the room to prompt someone to finish his sentence. No one budged so he continued "we should leave, uhm I'll just leave your stuff here." He dropped a yellow duffel bag of her clothes and other things from her house onto the floor of the room and lead everyone out once again.

she stood to grab her things and her knees buckled under her, Eddie's arms reaching out to steady her. "woah, you good there?"

"Just dizzy from blood loss I think," she whined softly, leaning her weight against his strong frame.

"Shit. I'm so sorry. Here I'll get your stuff, just uh lie down." He pulled her to his chest, gently helping her back into bed.

He grabbed a t-shirt and a change of panties out from the duffel, carefully replacing her clothes with the clean ones as respectfully as he could. He desperately tried to ignore the visions that floated through his head.

his lips were against her skin once again and his hands gripped her hips.

He shook his head, sitting down on the floor as she nestled into the blankets of his bed.

She turned restlessly, sleep failing to overtake her. "Eddie it's almost light out, wont you come to bed?"

"I don't think I should be around you right now. I'm just going to stay down here for now." he muttered, grabbing one of her discarded blankets and lying on the floor next to the bed.

"hold my hand," she whispered, sticking her arm out from under the blanket and making a grabby motion at him

"yeah." he reached up and laced their fingers together.

Sleep overtook them both quickly, darkness for the first hour or so but then he started dreaming. Something he hadn't done since he was turned.

He was in his bedroom, at least it seemed like his bedroom. it was far cleaner than his room ever was and it smelled magnificent. Like her perfume.

and there she was laying on his bed wearing nothing but a red lace lingerie set. "Eddie," she gasped, her manicured nails running up and down her body sensually.

"Holy fuck you're gorgeous," he thought, trying to move his feet but he just stood there, watching her touch herself.

"Gonna let me drink you dry?" he cooed, striding over to the bed in only a second.

"Fuck yes Eddie please," she whined, arms reaching out and dragging him down onto the bed.

He watched his hands grasp at her chest and hips, snapping back the band of her panties against her supple skin.

Keyword watched, because it wasn't one of those dreams where he controlled his own movements.

It was in third person which was weird and it was like he could feel what she was feeling as well as what he was feeling.

His hand wrapped around her neck, thumb lightly pressing at the skin to find her pulse. Then he tipped his head down and ran his tongue over the vein. It was strikingly similar to how he fed from her the night before.

"Does drinking blood turn me on?" he thought. The idea of blood in general didn't do anything for him, squeamish even at the idea of it. But then he remembered drinking from her warm body. Her frame shivering against him as her hot blood pumped into him. And he saw red.

His eyes shot open and he woke up sweating and panting, abruptly waking her as well.

"Edsie, what's wrong?" she grumbled, her breathy voice sounding slightly frustrated.

"Nothing," he whispered, wrenching a blanket over his lap to cover his very obvious boner. In his defense he was having a sex dream, or more accurately a sexy blood drinking dream.

"Aw did you have a bad dream?" she cooed, reaching down to him and trying to pull him into bed with her. Her still weakened body was no match for his vampire strength but he obliged her, crawling into bed and wrapping his arms around her.

"Something like that," he mumbled, mouth pressed to the top of her head in a slow kiss.

"I was having a really good dream before I woke up," she giggled, hiding her face in his chest.

"Oh, do tell?" he teased, hands ghosting over her sides and slipping under her shirt.

"Nope," she replied, popping the p for dramatic effect. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him like a koala.

Cuddled against his chest she was soon asleep again, her peaceful energy pulling him into an unconscious state as well as much as he tried to resist.

He was back in the dream as soon as he fell asleep and apparently he had missed a few steps.

Her lingerie was stained a darker red, her body writhing underneath him as he lapped up the blood spilling down her chest and littered her tits and neck with smaller bites that didn't break the skin.

He tried to call out, horrified at what he was doing to her and the pained sounds that were spilling from her lips.

Her back arched, pushing her against him and her fingers tangled in his hair.

If he didn't know any better he'd think she was enjoying this.

"Eddie. Fuck me," she begged, nails dragging down his back in a way that couldn't be interpreted as anything but downright sexual.

So maybe she was enjoying this.

her panties were already pulled to the side and he was rubbing his thumb around her clit, getting her adrenaline rushing so he could taste it in her blood. "Are you sure you're ready for me?"

"please Eddie. I need you."

Oh how he ached to hear those words in real life.

He woke again what must have been hours later to her still curled up on his chest. He suckled on the blood tainted skin of her neck, not quite breaking the skin although he was awful close.

"Eddie," she groaned, body lurching forward to grind against him.

"Morning sleepy head." He soothed the irritated skin of her neck with a quick kiss, leaving his face there to breath in the scent of her.

"Do you need to eat?" she mumbled, hand tangling in the back of his hair and pressing his open mouth to her skin.

He shivered at the closeness. He could feel her blood rushing under his tongue, desperately holding himself back from biting down. "No no. You need the rest. I can wait."

But his mind flashed with visions of the opposite.

his teeth sunk in, blood filling his mouth as she moaned sweetly.

He shook his head, pulling back from her neck and squishing her against his chest. "Bacon and eggs," he grumbled, brows furrowing together in confusion at why his mind had turned to breakfast food.

"you read my mind," she giggled jokingly, pushing against his shoulders so she could wiggle out of bed.

He followed her to the kitchen, wrapping himself around her from behind while she messed with the stove. "I'll cook. Just sit down, I know you're still tired."

she nodded her head, sitting down at the table and rested her head in her hands. Her eyes followed him as he pranced around the kitchen fixing her the bacon and eggs she had asked for.

He seemed much better now, back to his normal self now that he had something to eat. Or more accurately something to drink.

Content that he was content, she let herself slip into a daydream.

He tried to focus on cooking but his mind was still riddled with dirty thoughts.

she was bent over the kitchen counter, him behind her gripping her hips and thrusting into her viciously. Her head rolled back against his shoulder and he kissed her hard, slipping his tongue into her mouth and biting her lip.

he tongued around in her mouth, pulling back once he had his fill of blood. "Fuck. I want-I want this all the time. I want you."

"you got me, baby. For eternity," he moaned the last part, teeth brushing over the skin of her neck in a promise. He would turn her soon.

He shivered, shaking his head to try and wiggle the thoughts out of his head.

"Ugh Eddie how is your hair so soft?"

"Shampoo and conditioner, baby," he replied nonchalantly without even turning around.

"Oh my god, did I say that outloud?" she hid her face in her hands, awkwardly looking away from him.

"Yeah obviously, how would I respond to it if you didn't?"

"Ugh he's so cute when he acts like an asshole."

"Oh, so now I'm cute?" he teased, passing her a plate of breakfast and standing behind her

"I definitely didn't say that out loud." Now she was confused, eyes widening in recognition and fear.

She stood up from the table abruptly, backing away from him when he stepped forward to try and comfort her. "Hey what's wrong?"

"Eddie...you can read minds," she gasped, realizing all the things he probably saw inside her mind.

"Oh. Shit."

to be continued...

[beautifulblooms]

I Bite My Tongue It's a Bad Habit - Steddie + Male!Reader

Male!Reader, he/him, trying angst for the first time, this is for a special friend @eddieverse because they helped give me such a lovely little idea for suffering, enjoy this bestie, btw I don't care if this is all time accurate or not cause this was just made to make people cry, and it seems I have succeeded

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

You Are the Bane of My Existence, and the Object of All My Attractions (Happy Ending)

I Bite My Tongue, It's a Bad Habit (Sad Ending)

Tags: @qthetherapist, @eddieverse, @alexs-playground, @rlmt1

I picked up my guitar and slowly began to pluck the chords to a song I had grown familiar with, humming the lyrics at first before fully singing along.

“I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me. I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me. What you, oooh, uh, what you do?” Images of the two of them hugging and kissing flooded my mind, why did he have to get Eddie, why couldn’t it have been me that got him? What did I do wrong to push him away? We’ve been friends for years, I’ve stuck by his side since 4th grade, I did everything right, so why didn’t he choose me?

“Is it too late to pursue? I bite my tongue it’s a bad habit, kinda mad that I didn’t take a stab at it.” It was almost pitiful how sad I was over this, they’d been together for a couple weeks and having to see it every day was only making me feel worse. Why couldn’t I be the one that gets to kiss him, hold him, run my hands through his hair, comfort him when he’s sad, be his anything.

“Never gave me the time of day, my dear. It’s okay, things happen for reasons that I think are sure, yeah.” I tried to ask him out a few times, he always said thank you for having a friends day out, hearing him call us friends hurt more than I thought it would. Especially now when I ask him on one and he says he can’t, he’s got a date with him.

“I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me.” I had committed so much time to him that I figured he would at least still care about me. In the last couple weeks he had slowly stopped hanging out with me bit by bit, stopped caring about if I showed up to school, stopped noticing me. I just wish he still cared about me even a little bit, or showed it at all.

“Say to me, please just say to me, if this could wind up. I wish you wouldn’t play with me, I wanna know, oh no.” God it hurt, tears were dripping onto my knees while I kept playing, voice beginning shake when I sang. I just wanted it to be me, I wanted so bad to be the one Eddie loved.

“Can I bite your tongue like my bad habit? Would you mind if I tried to make a pass at it?” I wanna be able to take a pass at him, kiss him, feel what it feels like to be Steve Fucking Harrington. The fuck boy of Hawkins high gets the Freak, why couldn’t the best friend of the freak get him?

“It’s okay, things happen for reasons that I can’t ignore, yeah.” I stopped strumming the guitar and just sang through sobs, my hands couldn’t stay still long enough to hold any notes. I just began to mumble the rest of the song to myself, sitting in my room, all lights but a nightstand lamp off, crying on the edge of my bed.

“You can’t surprise a Gemini, I’m everywhere, I’m cross-eyed, and now that you’re back, I can’t decide if I decide if you’re invited.” Fuck finishing the song, I just needed to leave, leave this fucking town, leave them to be who they want to be without me. I couldn’t even think of what I was doing anymore, barely saw what I grabbed, just throwing whatever clothes I could into a random bag. I snatched the car keys off my dresser, grabbing the bag and almost running down the stairs. The front door was already unlocked, guess I forgot to lock it when I got home earlier, it didn’t matter now. Rain poured down outside, I just sprinted through it to my car in the driveway, hopping in the drivers seat and tossing whatever bag I grabbed into the back seat. I’m sure I grabbed my wallet so I had at least 60 bucks to do whatever I wanted. Pulling out of the driveway I floored the gas pedal, getting out of this fucking town was the only thing I needed to do, and as I passed the leaving Hawkins sign I heard the familiar tune ringing in the back of my mind. I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me…..

[muertawrites]

Holy moly whiever came up qith that nerdy unassuming girl is a genius! Would LOVE to see it as Fic, like I am manifesting that s*** right now! :*

Loveeee you btw and your works!

me? u love... me? 🥹 i love u too and just for that u get a fic <33333333

... well. it might not be a fic per say but an extended drabble? we'll see how it turns out. but i've been listening to superfruit by maude latour pretty much on repeat and it reminds me so much of this concept. like i feel like eddie would make her feel exactly like what the song describes. just... floaty. contemplative. happy.

anyway. it's gonna be a sweet one.

warnings: some explicit descriptions of s*x and dr*gs. minors dni.

Small Talk (Eddie Munson x Reader)

(HIS FUCKINF SMILE I AM IN LOVE)

Eddie Munson is like a shot of whiskey. He makes you feel warm. Buzzy. He shatters your inhibitions and makes everything feel easier. More exciting. Even on a lazy summer morning, leaned against the counter in his uncle's trailer, watching him sip a half-full glass of orange juice while he actually reads an article in last month's issue of Playboy, he makes you feel like you're floating.

He glances up at you, smirking fondly when he catches you staring.

"Enjoying the view, sweetheart?" he teases.

You smile, unable to help yourself. He has no idea how beautiful he is.

"Yes," you admit.

---

Your friends hate him. They hate that you're never around because you're always with him, coming home every other night to find three more messages on the answering machine wondering why the hell you waste so much time with him. Why you're acting so weird since meeting him. Why you've let him change you. But you haven't - at least not in the way they think.

Eddie brings out the parts you love most about yourself; parts that before him, you were too afraid to let show. You're sick of small talk with your friends, unable to gush about the things that ignite your passion, that are hard to put into words, that everybody feels but nobody will admit to. Things that Eddie eats up when you spill them out and reciprocates without hesitation.

You've started deleting the messages before you even listen to them.

Steve says you look prettier. Robin agrees. You've been smiling more, wearing clothes that fit you better, not caring as much about your makeup - abandoning it completely most days. You mention wanting to dye your hair and Eddie convinces you to do it, the color strange but suiting you.

Steve says you finally look like you. The you he knows best.

Sex used to scare you. You used to fear the idea of someone seeing your body in full, getting close to the little imperfections you fret over in the mirror. The idea of your desires used to make you feel dirty. Guilty. But intimacy with Eddie is as easy as breathing. You tease each other, spark each other on until you can't handle it anymore with something as simple as a smile. A chaste kiss to your neck. Wearing that dress he likes. Leaning over your car's engine, hair knotted behind his head, trying to figure out what that weird sound was. Everything he does is sexy to you. He adores your body, savoring the feel of your plush thighs against his rough palms, gripping your love handles in the throes of an orgasm, trailing kisses along the stretch marks on your stomach. You never feel bad about the things he does to you - that you do to him - because they're too fun. And you trust him. He makes you feel immensely loved, even when you let him use you for his own pleasure (something you still haven't admitted to him you enjoy more than anything).

You love doing boring things with him. You sit on the sidewalk outside 7-Eleven, sharing a beer or a slushee, listening to a mixtape he made for you just that morning, basking in the heat rising up from the pavement. You share opposite ends of a lounge chair at the public pool, not swimming, but reading in the sunshine and kissing like you're the only ones around. He slips his hand under your tank top and kisses the back of your neck. Everybody stares, wondering how someone they looked over so easily in the past, who avoided any kind of prolonged attention, could be so comfortable sitting in the lap of the town pariah.

One night, Eddie sneaks you in to the pool after closing. You skinny dip and gaze at the stars, pointing out constellations to him and retelling the myths that inspired them. He barely looks up at the sky for how he gazes at you.

Eddie likes to smoke with you. Even though you've never enjoyed getting high, he loves just having the time to spend with you, curled up in the back of his van in a random parking lot, giggling as the weed makes him mellower and mellower. He gets stoned enough that he calls you an angel, a goddess. That you taste better than the Super Fruit gum he chews to keep the stench of cigarettes out of his mouth. You call him a sap. He calls you gorgeous.

Jason Carver buys from him once while you're hanging out together, sneering over at you while you lean against the side of Eddie's van. Eddie tries to keep you out of deals, but Jason approached you, and money is tight. Despite being a literal psychopath, Jason is a big spender.

"You really are sick, you know," he spits at Eddie as he hands over the cash he owes. "Corrupting innocent girls like her."

Eddie glances back at you, sharing a knowing smirk.

"She's not so innocent," he says. "I'm starting to think she might've corrupted me."

Jason makes a comment about how you're a whore, a cheap slut who's only with Eddie because he's the only one who would give you any attention; the only one who would willingly spread her legs for him.

Eddie immediately snaps, punching Jason so hard he breaks his nose. The ensuing fight is vicious. Jason gives you a bloody lip when you force yourself in between them, pinning your arm against Eddie's chest so he doesn't do any worse. You know he can, and he will if it means protecting you.

"Cut the shit, Carver," you threaten. "You don't want your parents to find your body hanging from the tree in their front yard tomorrow morning."

The man laughs bitterly at you.

"That coward wouldn't kill me," he quips.

"Maybe not. But I would."

Suddenly the time you accidentally backed your car into him feels different.

Jason leaves you alone after that. Eddie can't stop leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your neck as you try to clean his bloody knuckles.

---

Eddie finishes reading, sauntering into the kitchen to place his now empty glass in the sink. He curls his arms around you, giving you a toothy grin as he grips the fabric of his t-shirt that wraps around your curves. You run your hand up his back, and he hums happily into your kiss.

"Stay with me," you whisper.

"Always," he promises.

i'm v extra and i made a mood playlist for this

🌹💀get your eddie fix💀🌹

[agathaharkness-simp]

random robin buckley headcanons yea (ft. ronance and platonic stobin)

(i also projected extremely on her btw, it’s not my fault her whole personality is also mine)

- so we all agree that robin is at least neurodivergent right? anyways robin has so many rings and stuff to stop herself from picking at skin/nails. they don’t work as a distraction all the time but it’s better than having her fingers covered bandaids 24/7. steve would notice sometimes and give her something to occupy her hands or, if they’re someplace where they can’t goof around, he’ll let her play with his hands.

- robin loves having inside jokes with people but absolutely hates when she doesn’t understand other peoples inside jokes.

- robin is an abba lover.

- robin has a really messy room but still organized in a sense. everything is where you can see it, not put away in a drawer and forgotten, making it easier to locate her things. she will get upset if someone moves something and doesn’t tell her where they put it.

- her sleep schedule is not even a schedule at this point. there’s no pattern at all. she’ll be sitting on her bed with like dozens of papers for like a new language one night. and then a couple days later, she’s in steve’s car and telling him about the great 16 solid hours she slept.

- speaking of sleeping, she has the most bizarre dreams (like argyle in my jargyle hc’s) and will retell each dream as many times as it takes for everyone to hear about it. but as she’s telling this one person about a dream, she’ll remember something else that happened in that dream and then everyone gets the same story but slightly different from each others.

- won’t wear any other shoe except converse.

- has been rotating the same 4 outfits for like 2 years now. she’s very picky about whether this plain shirt should go with blah blah. she’s just gotta look cool in public.

- secretly loves her hair as much as steve loves his.

- robin obviously likes to doodle on things (her shoes) so steve and nancy will let her draw on them. they both got a little too trusting with the maturity of her art and then ended up with male and female genitals drawn all over them (she switched out her sharpie for a pen on those ones because she would feel bad after). she writes little jokes and would just wait for her victim to question it.

- she likes rocks. not like a full on collector but just likes to point them out when seeing a shiny one. ok yea she’s not a collector but she definitely does have some cool rocks in her room somewhere.

- robin is a warm person. her body temp could get so high that she just wants to climb in a freezer. on the other hand, nancy gets super cold. her hands, nose, and ears specifically. so naturally, nancy is always staying really close to robin like robin’s her personal heater. robin unintentionally flirts with nancy using her furnace hands. like nancy would be wearing earmuffs and complaining how she’s just getting colder by the second. and then in comes robin taking off nancy’s earmuffs and holding her hands on each side of nancy’s head. nancy sticks to robin like glue after that.

- robin hasn’t lost one single staring contest (not counting the ones who cheat aka steve, dustin, and max). steve has to warn everyone who goes against her because he’s seen her stare at a wall for 4 minutes straight during their shift in family video. only one person has gotten close to beating her and that was jonathon.

- steve and robin have matching best friend necklaces like the cheap necklaces that would break in a millisecond. yet they still treat it as if it were sack of diamonds. they agreed that they’d bring the necklaces to the grave with them.

- robin gets super excited for other peoples birthday. like she gets to show her friends how much she appreciates them with gifts on the day of their birth!!!! so steve would give her a whole bunch of cash and just tell her to go crazy. and so she does. after his shift at family video, he gets to his house and finds decorations on decorations. there’s presents set by the table and everyone is there. the byers + the hoppers, the wheelers (minus t*d), the sinclairs, and the hendersons. his house has never truly looked like a home more than it has in this moment. robin knew this too. and robin wasn’t surprised when steve tried to wipe his eyes without anyone noticing. robin then hands him a wimpy looking cake with a giant cake art rendition of steve’s hair. it was the best god damn cake steve ever had.

(anyways i think imma leave it on that giant hc that definitely felt like more of a short fic lmao)

[bunniesnuggie]

~Eddie as a caregiver~

cg!eddie munson x little!(gn)reader

summary: general headcanons of our baby cow bf as our caregiver

some more cg! eddie headcanons because we all need it right now

as i said before eddie is very artsy and he will color with you

he has “grown up” dnd coloring books, but he totally lets you help him color them, he doesn’t care if you go outside the lines or use mismatched colors. his baby cakes made it :) he a special one that he uses just for himself

btw he calls you baby cakes

idk i saw it on this donut thing the other day and my brain was like - eddie -

always puts your comfort over his. always.

everyone talks about wearing is jacket, which is a given. but if you slip out in public while wearing platforms/heels/big people shoes etc. he’s slipping off his boots, pulling out extra socks and putting them on you

oh yeah he’s got a “baby bag” for you

just a little backpack of your choosing that you both switch between carrying. he carry’s it for you when you get tired of it 🫠 it’s small so it only holds the necessities; small stufffie, socks, stash away paci, and head phones for sensory reasons :)

heard someone say that he’s wear pink nail polish to match reader and y e s

his nails used to alway be black and chipping but now they always match yours or are color you picked. he also lets you draw little designs on them and god forbid someone says something about them

i will die on my eddie is protective hill

he almost never lets you out of his site in little space. he has to know where every bump, scrape and bruise come from. if you like me and you bruise easy or are super clumsy - poor boy, he’s wrapping you bubble wrap and strapping a hockey helmet on you 🫠

gets genuinely invested in your shows and movies

one of the reason why he such a good caregiver is he genuinely enjoys it, he enjoys taking care of you of course, but he also loves to play with you and hangout with you. so if you have no little friends it’s ok, eddie is kinda like a kid too :)

he does not care about the “gross” things that you and your body do

you got a runny nose? he’s lightly pinching the tip of it to wipe away the snot. drooling all over his shoulder because you passed out while cuddling? absolutely fine, his favorite thing. you have troubles with bladder control or anything? “angel look, they make the cute pull ups in your size”. if pull-ups or diapers aren’t your thing, he gets you special waterproof sheets and makes sure he always takes you potty before bed. he will wipe you and help you wash your hands. probably would ask to help change your period products if you use them. he . does. not . care

eddie loves to try to win you stuffies at the local fair, will spend hours trying and so much money he could’ve just bought you one

steve ends up trying the basketball one and winning you a huge stuffed dragon and eddie gets all butt hurt until you name it after his dnd character, after that he’s all :D “my baby named their dragon after me”

getting happy meals in his van

you always sit in the back, in a special seat that eddie decked out to feel like a car seat. it’s got little arm rests as well as cup holders and he somehow added extra belts to keep you super safe. he always drives safer with you regardless if you’re regressed or not.

loves when you take care of him in littlespace

one of his favorite memories is coming home after the events in the upside down and having you comfort and care for him so diligently (i have a small fic about this self plug ). or the rare occasion where he gets a cold and you go all doc mcstuffins on him. band aids everywhere, why bandaids for a cold? he doesn’t ask. thermometer that you don’t know how to read, blankeys, stuffies, and a stethoscope he has no idea came from. (should i make this a full story bc i can keep going 🙃)

A/N : i love headcanons so much because something so simple really makes the character more complex :) buuut i’m terrible at making them short and concise

also do we like the little scenarios with the headcanons or is just the idea / headcanon alone better???

ps: i’m working on like three fics / one shots i still don’t know the difference rn and then i’ll get the edited and out to you guys :) and as always just let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list!

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[joekeeryswife]

Hi, can you please make a part two of the Steve cheating thing because that broke me

Btw you’re great at writing✨

Cheat 2 - S.H

this is honestly awful and i’m sorry but here’s part two :) and thank you so much, that means so much to hear that 🤍

EDIT: I FORGOT TO ADD THE PICTURE SO HERE IT IS-

it had been three weeks since you last spoke to Steve. it had probably been the hardest thing you'd ever done. Steve had done nothing but call your house phone, your bedroom phone, and he drove by your house once a day. he would knock on the door and beg for you to open up, but you never did. you really wanted to but you couldn’t pull yourself to answer the phone or open the door.

it was a random Sunday afternoon when you decided you were finally going to talk to Steve. you needed to clear you mind and conscious and you wanted full answers. you got dressed into a shirt and dungarees which were shorts instead of trousers (pic at the end). you did your hair and put on a bit of makeup before running down stairs to get your keys, bag and converse.

you walked to your car and drove to Steve’s house, hoping he would be there. you turned the corner where Steve’s house was and saw his car in the drive way. you got instant deja-vu. the thought of what happened a few weeks ago. you felt the sadness overcome you. you parked your car behind his and got out. you put your bag over your shoulder and walked to the front door.

you took a deep breath before knocking. Steve’s mum opened the door. she gasped and pulled you into a hug. her and around your waist and the other on your head. the hug felt comforting. “oh y/n. i’m so happy you’re here! how have you been- stupid question, i’m sorry” she said, her sentence felt rushed as she spoke. she pulled out of the hug and put her hands on your face. “i’ve been okay. is Steve here?” you said, her eyes were filled with sympathy.

she sighed before continuing. she let go of your face and moved to the side so you could walk in. “he’s in his room. i know what he’s done is awful y/n and i wish i could have seen what they were doing. i would have stopped it immediately, but i know that he misses you. talk some sense into him please” she said. you gave her a small smile before readjusting your bag before walking up the stairs to Steve’s room.

you knocked on the door gently. you didn’t hear anything but you walked in anyway. you saw Steve, laying in his bed, his back to the door. he sniffled a few times before talking. “Dustin can you go away? you were just here. i want to be alone” you heard him say. the sadness in your heart grew stronger. “i’m not Dustin” you said, your body leaning on the door frame.

he instantly turned around and got out of bed. he ran to you and pulled you into a hug. he started crying on your shoulder. you put your arms around him and rubbed his back soothingly. “y/n. i’ve missed you so much. i’m so so so sorry for how i’ve treated you.” he said through his sobs. your eyes filled with tears. “oh Steve. calm down please. why don’t we have a talk?” you said, pulling him away.

he looked up at you from the hug and pulled you into his room. he closed the door and you sat on his bed. “you look pretty” he said, sitting down on his bed in front of you. you blushed lightly “thank you” you replied, shifting in your seat. “i just want to talk to you about what happened. i just want the truth.” you said, looking down at your hands as you played with your nails. he sniffled once more then started to speak. “i honestly don’t know why i did it. you were amazing to me and, god, i really didn’t mean to. i know how

much effort you put into the relationship and i basically threw it back in your face.” he said, tears falling down his face at a fast pace.

“i just want to know why you did it with her. why would you do that to me with her?” you said, this was what you wanted to know the most. why he did that to you with Nancy. “it just happened. she came onto me and i honestly wanted to stop. but she kept coming over which was pushing me away from you and i couldn’t help it” he said, replying to the question. “did you have sex with her?” you sobbed out. you didn’t want to hear him say it. “no no, god no. i did not do that.” he said, replying instantly. you looked up at him and made eye contact.

“i want to make it up to you y/n. i don’t care how long it takes or what i have to do but i want you and i want to be your boyfriend. you are the most beautiful girl who is intelligent and ambitious and i’m so sorry for how i treated you and i absolutely hate myself for it. please let me make it up to you” he grabbed hold of your hands. the look on his face was genuine. you looked down, the tears that were still falling down your face slowed but never stopped. “how do i know you’ll never do it again? how coz i trust you?” you replied to his speech. “i promise you, i will never speak to her or associate myself with her ever again. i’ll do anything to make it up to you. please, give me a chance” he said. putting a hand on your cheek, making you look up at him.

“okay fine. but i want to take it slow. i want to start off with a few dates maybe then we can progress. i don’t want things to go fast.” you said, looking into his eyes. a massive grin grew on his face. “oh my god, thank you. thank you so much. i will never ever do anything like that ever again and i’ll never speak to her who shall not be named ever again.” he said, you smiled a bit too and lent in. you kissed him for the first time in weeks. he made you feel like shit but he also made you feel beautiful, so here you were, giving him another chance to not break your heart. “i missed you”

he said, breaking the kiss. “i missed you more” you replied pulling him into a hug, pulling him down to the mattress. you both laughed as he put his head into you neck. you loved this boy.