#y2k steve harrington

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Living Dead Girl

(Steve Harrington x Early 00s Goth!FemReader)

Spooky collab with my baby @reidsbtch here is her part Dripping With Sin🎃🖤🦇

Summary: You just moved back to Hawkins and your bestfriend is having a Halloween party, you’re excited to meet all of her friends, but especially excited to meet one in particular. Wk: 5K (divider used is by @firefly-graphics)

Warnings: Reader is dressed as a catholic school girl, Spanking(with a belt), choking (he also chokes her with her rosary at one point oops.) unprotected sex, outside sex (but it’s secluded), use of “sir”, mentions of alcohol, Oral (m receiving), also just some cutie cheesy fluff. 18+MINDI!!

You smiled at yourself in the mirror as you put the finishing touches on your costume. You spent hours altering your old school uniform and it turned out perfect. The skirt that used to go almost to your knees now barely covered your ass, the white button up top that used to fit a bit loose was now snug against you and tied in the middle to reveal your midriff and the top of your red push-up bra.

You finished off the look with some black thigh highs, the old rosary you had tucked away with your uniform stacked with your signature choker and platform boots.

You were both nervous and excited for tonight. You had just moved back to Hawkins a few weeks ago to be closer to your lifelong bestfriend, Iris. Even though your parents forced you to move states and go to an all girls catholic school when you were 13 your friendship never wavered. You spent hours chatting on the phone, sending each other countless IMs through AOL, and even going as far as to write each other letters if one of you was grounded.

It’s something you had been considering for a while, holding out hope that your college life would get better over time but friends came and went and so did guys. The only constant in your life being Iris from thousands of miles away. She had been suggesting it for about a year now, telling you how amazing her boyfriend and all her friends were and how much they’d love you. So after you had a falling out with the closest friend you had back home you finally decided to pull the trigger.

You’ve been back a few weeks now and while you’ve of course seen Iris several times you hadn’t had time to meet her friends or even her boyfriend Eddie yet. She’s told you a lot about all them but the one that you’ve been most excited to meet was Steve. She’s been talking him up to you since before you even moved, and you were hoping he would be just as good as she made him sound.

When you arrived at Iris’ house the party was already in full swing, you weaved through the crowd in search of your bestfriend. Your eyes finally land on her in the kitchen, filling orange and black plastic cups with the punch you were sure had a generous amount of alcohol in it.

“Pookie!!”

Her head shot up at the sound of your voice and a huge smile spread across her lips.

“Pumpkin! Oh my god! You look so sexy!”

You prance over to her and wrap your arms around her like you hadn’t seen her in ages even though you saw her yesterday.

“Me? Look at you, you look good enough to eat! The uniform turned out perfect!”

You watch her eyes wander towards the door and then light up in a way you’ve only ever seen when she sees NYSNC on MTV. You follow her gaze to the person she’s looking at that you could only assume is Eddie.

“Eddie, baby! This is Quinn.” She gestures towards you like you’re a prize on the price is right and it makes you giggle.

“Hi Eddie, it’s so nice to finally meet you. Our girl here has told me so much about you, I feel like I already know your whole life story.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” She playfully slaps your arm and laughs.

“But I thought you were my girl sweetheart?”

Eddie wraps himself around your bestfriend with a pout on his face and a knowing smirk spreads across yours. Iris told you how clingy he is and you have to stop yourself from laughing as you watch it happen in real time.

“Yeah but technically she was my girl first.”

The pout on his face deepens and his arms around her tighten a little and it makes you laugh.

“Aww don’t be so dramatic, she’s totally obsessed with you.” You tease.

“Me? She’s obsessed with you. She never shuts up about you either!”

“Well I guess that just makes us the two coolest people alive then.”

“Hey Harrington! Come over here, I want you to meet someone!” You abruptly halt your banter with Eddie at the sound of his name.

You look behind you and you swear you believe in love at first sight for a second, because holy shit this man is beautiful. His chestnut hair is shiny and slicked back, a leather jacket adorning his broad shoulders, the white tee he’s wearing underneath is tight against his abdomen and those jeans hugged him in all the right ways. When he approaches he leans on the counter next to where you’re standing, up close you can see that he has a toothpick hanging from his lips, his lips that looked extremely fucking kissable. His face looked like it was made with Greek gods in mind, his brown eyes flecked with green and his nose and jaw prominent, and also perfect for kissing. Damn, he hasn’t even said a word to you yet and you’re already thinking about leaving lipstick marks all over him.

“Steve, this is my bestfriend.” She tells Steve your name before winking at you and letting Eddie drag her off into the crowd.

“Hi, I’m Steve.” He smiles at you sweetly and you can’t help but notice that he seems a bit nervous, which makes you want to laugh because he’s standing in front of you looking like that.

“Hi Steve, it's nice to meet you. Iris has told me a lot about not just Eddie, but you too. She’s been really wanting us to meet.” You giggle and turn towards him, resting your hip on the counter so you can look at him better.

“Yeah? She’s uh - she’s told me a lot about you too. She told me you were pretty but wow.” It would’ve sounded like a douchey pick up line if his face wasn’t red as a tomato, his eyes wide and roaming, but bashful.

“Me wow? Look at you.” Your eyes look him up and down while you bite your lip. “I like your costume, a greaser, right?”

“Yeah, it was kind of a last minute decision because I waited too long and this was easy to throw together. I borrowed one of Eddie’s jackets. But I think it turned out okay.” He put his hands in the pockets of the leather jacket before spinning in a circle to give you the full effect.

“I think it turned out great, I like your hair.” You really wanted to tell him that you wanted to take a bite out of his ass but that seemed a bit forward, for now.

“Thanks honey, I like your costume too. Naughty school girl?.” His eyes roamed your whole body now and you didn’t miss the way they lingered on your cleavage and thighs just a little longer than the rest of you.

“Yeah? It’s my old school uniform that I altered. But I think it turned out okay.” You smirk at him before throwing his actions back at him and giving him a spin, your skirt going up just long enough for him to get a view of your ass.

“Your old school uniform? Fuck…Yeah, I like it. I like your shoes. And your necklace.” But what he really wanted to say was that he wanted to worship every inch of your body and kiss you until he couldn’t breathe anymore but that seemed a bit forward, for now.

You look down at your combat boot clad feet and giggle, your hand subconsciously reaching up to touch the studded choker that adorned your neck.

“Pumpkin!!! It’s our song!!” You hear Iris a second before the fact that Living Dead Girl had just started playing through the speakers.

“Sorry, I’ll be back! Duty calls!” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving behind a dark red lipstick stain before skipping off to the middle of the living room.

You felt eyes on you as you and Iris’ bodies moved closely together to the beat. You had glanced over your shoulder once to see a very pouty yet adorable Eddie staring directly at your bestfriend but you couldn’t stop looking at Steve. His eyes were locked in on you as your hips swayed and your short skirt lifted with each movement. You look him directly in the eyes and smirk as you back against Iris, grinding your ass against her. Your staring game abruptly ends when Eddie walks over demanding your bestfriend’s attention. You wave her off with a knowing smile before finding your way back to Steve.

“Eddie is such a baby I swear, I can’t believe he was jealous of that, that was fucking hot.” Steve snorts, teasing his friend and complimenting you at the same time.

“Iris told me he was clingy, but damn, that boy is attached. It’s cute though, they’re really cute together. Opposites attract and all that.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure I believed in that until I saw those two. But I definitely do now.” The look in his eyes said more than his words and you felt your cheeks flush.

As the night went on you and Steve got closer, getting to know each other, having a few drinks together. You eventually found your way into his lap on the couch and all you wanted to do was shove your tongue down his throat and grind down on him but you didn’t feel like having your first kiss with him in the middle of a crowded living room.

“You wanna go somewhere with me Stevie?” You bring your hand to his face, running your thumb over the apple of his cheek.

“Yeah. Anywhere.”

“What? Scared of a little trespassing, pretty boy?” You smirk at him as you hike your leg up on the fence that you’ve climbed countless times before.

“Don’t worry, me and Iris used to sneak back here all the time when we were kids, it’s safe, promise. Now come on.”

You climb the fence and drop down on the other side before he even has a chance to respond. The fence rattles and you see Steve’s large hands grasp onto the top, you watch as he pulls himself up and jumps over in one swift motion. Hot.

“Show off.” You snort and roll your eyes.

“I can’t help that I’m not only devilishly handsome but naturally athletic.” Steve smirks and you can’t help it when you bust up laughing.

“Okaaay, someone’s been watching too much Zoolander.”

“Hey! You know what… actually, you’re probably right.” Steve’s face settles in his attempt to pull off “blue steel” and it sends you into a second fit of laughter. His deep laughter joins yours and you can’t help but think you’d like to make him laugh like that again and again.

“Oh noooo, he’s found my greatest weakness!! However will I resist the blue steel? Looks like my only choice is to run!!” You take off running, weaving through the apple trees like you have dozens of times before, platform boots be damned.

“You can’t get away that easily!!” You hear Steve’s converse clad feet crunching the fallen leaves as he chases after you.

You take a sharp left and halt when you see your destination, your favorite tree, quickly ducking behind it.

“Pretty little girls always think they can hide from big bad wolves but that’s often not the case.” He dropped his voice octave and you know it’s meant to sound goofy but it makes your thighs clench.

“Ohhhh cute little school mouse, come out, come out wherever you aaaare.” You hear his footsteps approaching the tree and you feel anticipation grow in your belly.

“GOTCHA!!!” Steve pops up behind you, his hands grab your shoulders and you let out a yelp.

“Oh my fucking god! You scared the shit out of me asshole!!” You turn around and land a playful slap on his chest.

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice about teasing me and then making me chase you through a giant apple orchard.”

“I don’t know… I don’t think I’d mind if you chased me around, Steve Harrington.” You bite your lip as your eyes roam over his body. He looks good enough to eat.

“Yeah? You like getting chased, baby? Want me to stalk you like my prey?” He steps closer to you, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off of him and smell the mix of beer and cinnamon gum on his breath.

“Yeah. I think I’d like that.” You bite your lip and your thighs subconsciously rub together.

“Maybe some other time…” He closes the small amount of distance remaining between the two of you and reaches his hand up to push a piece of fallen hair off your face. “Right now, I’d really like to kiss you.”

“Yeah? I think I’d like that too.”

One hand cups your jaw and the other comes to rest on your hip so he can pull you flush against him, Steve’s lips meet yours and he kisses you with passion, he kisses you like a boyfriend would and it makes your knees weak. You bring your hands up to fist the collar of his jacket as he guides you backwards until your back hits the tree. His body presses against yours and you can feel that he’s already starting to get hard.

“Mmm I’ve been wanting to do that all fucking night.” He groans as he pulls away for air, both hands now resting on your hips as his body traps you between him and the tree.

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that all night.”

“Looks like I’ll have to do it again then.” His lips met yours again but this time the kiss was more desperate, his tongue swipes against your bottom lip and you dart yours out to meet his, the taste of him making your pussy throb. You feel his gum glide over your tongue and take it into your mouth before pulling away.

“Don’t you know you aren’t supposed to have gum in class, Mr. Harrington?”

“Mr. Harrington, huh? Don’t the teachers make the rules? If that’s the case then I say we can have gum in class…” He licks his lips as he watches you pull the end of the gum from your mouth and twirl it around your finger.

“You want me to do what you say, Mr. Harrington? Is that what you’re saying?” You swirl the gum all the way around your finger before inserting the digit in your mouth to pull it off.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Have you been a good girl? Did you do last night's homework?” He presses you up against the tree, his cock rubs against your inner thigh and you can feel that he’s huge, his caramel eyes that were flecked with hues of green before look black in the light of the moon while he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you alive.

“No… but…” you bring your black pointed acrylic nails up to his face and drag them lightly down his neck to his chest. “Isn’t there something I could do for extra credit, sir?” You give him your best ‘innocent girl’ pout and bat your eyelashes at him.

“I’m sure we can figure something out… but first I have to punish you for not doing your work.” He grabs your jaw in his large hand and squishes your cheeks together while he shakes your head from side to side. “Hmmm… what am I gonna do with you, huh little mouse? Maybe I should spank you with my belt till you cry?”

Your eyes roll in the back of your head and you moan, the way he quickly transitioned into this dominant role making your head spin.

“You like the sound of that? You’re such a naughty girl.” He has no idea how crazy this is making you, not only were you getting fucked by a boy dressed as a greaser outside on Halloween in your old school uniform that you altered to show way more skin than would be school appropriate but he was basically role playing with you.

Steve was in a similar boat, he genuinely couldn’t believe this was happening. He was mostly just playing it up, maybe testing the waters a little bit, but if you actually let him spank you right here right now he thinks he might fall in love with you.

“If that’s what you think I deserve, sir…” you give him that look again and Steve actually moans, he hasn’t felt like he was going to cum in his pants for years but right now, with you looking at him like that, he thinks he could.

“Turn around and bend over.” His tone is stern and matter of fact and you wouldn’t dare disobey him, even if you wanted to.

You spin around and place both your hands on the tree with your ass sticking out just enough that your tiny skirt rides up to reveal your ass cheeks and a sliver of your red lace panties.

“Jesus fucking christ, baby, you look so sexy like this fuck.” Steve momentarily forgets about your little game, his brain feeling like it was about to short circuit. “Too bad I have to punish you… I’d love to just throw you down in the dirt and have my way with you right now. But you still have to learn your lesson.”

“Yes Mr. Harrington, please teach me a lesson.” You whine and wiggle your ass, causing your skirt to ride up further. The anticipation is killing you as you wait for him to do something, but then you hear it… the sound of his belt clanking open.

He pushes your skirt further up your ass and he rubs his hand over one of the soft cheeks before harshly smacking it. He bites his lip at the little whimper that escapes your mouth and the way the fat on your ass jiggles. A second smack comes down on the other cheek and you let out a loud moan. His hand leaves you and you almost want to cry but then you’re crying out for a different reason when you feel it snake around your hair and yank your head back.

“You gonna be a good girl and count for me? How many do you think you deserve? I say ten.” You feel him bring his belt up to your ass cheeks and run it across them, he swipes it between your thighs and over your pussy, rubbing it along your slick panties.

“Whatever you think is best, sir.” Your voice comes out syrupy sweet.

He leans over you so his lips are grazing your ear “If you want me to stop say red. Now count.”

He stands back to his full height and without warning a loud smack lands on your ass causing you to yelp and surge forward.

“One.”

“Good girl. Again.” Another smack comes down on the same cheek and the sting is delicious.

“Two.”

Another smack on the same cheek followed immediately by a third on the opposite cheek.

“Three - fuck - four.” He releases his grip on your hair to rub his large hand over your ass before landing another smack.

“F-five!”

The next three came swiftly but you still counted each one.

“Good girl, you’re doing so good for me. Just two more, okay?” The bark of the tree was digging into your hands and your ass was burning, Steve’s hand came up to rub over your reddened cheeks and you sigh.

“Yes please.” Is all you can muster and you hear him practically growl behind you before the ninth smack lands on your ass.

“Nine!”

“Good girl baby, that’s my good girl, just one more.”

You brace yourself for the last smack on your ass but it doesn’t come, instead the belt comes up between your legs and smacks against your pussy through your wet panties.

“Ten! Fuck!” You clench your thighs and throw your head back and Steve immediately steps up behind you, wrapping you in his arms.

“Mmm you were so good for me little mouse, I think you deserve your reward now, what do you say?” His hands wrap around you and come up to grab your tits through your shirt while he rubs his hard cock against your ass.

You turn around in his arms and take his face in your hands, kissing him urgently.

“How do you want me, Mr. Harrington?”

You’re still giving him that look and you have this smile on your face like he just got you the gift you wanted most for your birthday. He’s pretty sure you’re his dream girl.

“First, let’s get this off of you.” He reaches for the knot on your shirt that’s keeping it held together and pulls it, the shirt easily falling open to reveal your red lace push-up.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

The way he was looking at you could only be described as romantic and loving, which was a stark contrast from how he was smacking your ass raw just moments ago. His hands reach up and ghost over your collar bones and down your arms, he snakes them around your back before looking at you with a question in his eyes and you nod. As soon as he gets the go ahead he’s unclasping your bra and letting it fall down your arms in one swift motion. Goosebumps rise on your skin as the cool air hits it, causing your nipples to harden immediately.

“The most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.” He leans down to press hot wet kisses along your throat and collar bones. You feel him sucking a bruise into your throat and you gasp, both at the feeling and at the thought of being marked by him. Without warning you pull away from him and drop to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with big eyes that shone in the moonlight.

“Can I suck you off? Please?”

“You don’t have to say please, pretty girl.”

He smirks down at you as he undoes his button and zipper, pulling his boxers and jeans down enough for his cock to come out. When it springs from his pants you can’t hold in the gasp that leaves your lips. It’s big, long and thick and veiny with a well trimmed patch of brown curls at the base. His tip is leaking precum and he is so fucking hard it almost looks painful. You meet his eyes with yours again, spitting in your hand and bringing it to his cock, pumping him a few times before you lean in and lick the salty cum from his head.

“Fuck baby, you’re so sexy like this. On your knees for me in the middle of an orchard in nothing but that little skirt and those socks.” That fucking choker and those boots that he was sure could crush him, he’d let you crush him if you asked.

You take him in your mouth as far down as you can, letting your throat restrict around him before pulling off again for air. You take as much as you can in your mouth and use your hand to glide along with the movements of your mouth. Spit is dripping down your chin, his cock and all over his balls. When you pull off and look up at him he has to physically stop himself from cumming. You’re still jerking him off when you lean in and take one of his balls in your mouth and hum around it. You switch to the other side and he swears he’s losing his mind, he’s never had someone pay attention to his balls like this and your mouth is so warm and wet and if he looks close enough he can see that drool has started to drip down onto your chest.

“O -oh fuck - fuck - shit!” He grips onto your hair to pull you off of him. “God damn, you’re so good, such a good girl. Why don’t you get on your hands and knees for me so I can reward you?”

Instead of responding with words you turn your back towards him and rest your hands on the soft dirt and leaves that covered the ground, you arch so your ass is in the air and look over your shoulder at him. You bite your lip as you watch him take off the leather jacket followed by his shirt and discard them on the ground. He comes up behind you and gets down on his knees, shoving your skirt up over your ass once more. There’s a moment where he pauses and you figure he must’ve noticed your tattoo. You and Iris went to the tattoo shop a few weeks ago and while she got her nipples pierced, you got a tramp stamp.

“Look at these pretty marks on your ass honey, they go so well with your pretty little tattoo, you’re going to be thinking about me for days after this.” He runs his hands over your hips, hooking his fingers into the band of your underwear and pulling them down so they pooled at your knees.

“I’m gonna be thinking about this for the rest of my life, pretty boy.”

“Yeah? And I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He runs his cock through your slick folds, tapping it on your clit a few times before lining it up with your entrance. He pushes his tip in and out a few times before he starts to slowly thrust into you.

Normally you would appreciate him taking his time to let you adjust but right now he has you outside on your knees in the fucking dirt and you want him to ruin you.

“You don’t have to be gentle, I want it rough.” You push your ass back towards him causing his dick to go a few inches deeper. He thrusts the rest of the way into you pushing his hips flush against yours before starting to fuck into you at a brutal pace.

He’s gripping your hips so hard that you hope you have bruises tomorrow, and the noises coming out of him are making you insane. If anyone heard you guys they might think wild animals were fighting.

“You’re so fucking good little mouse, letting me fuck you on the ground like this? God - fuck!”

You don’t think it can get any better than this and then he proves you wrong, you feel his hand wrap around the beads of the rosary on your neck and tug, choking you with it.

“Oh my god - god Steve, fuck! S-so good it’s so g-good.”

He changes his pace slightly, hitting the exact right spot inside you. He drops the rosary so he can snake that hand around the front of you to rub your clit.

“I’m gonna - I’m gonna c-cum Steve, I’m gonna cum.” Your eyes roll in the back of your head and your pussy clenches around him as your orgasm crashes through you.

“F-fuck FUCK! You’re so fucking good, so so good, fuck!” His thrusts turn sloppy and then he’s spilling into you.

“God fucking damn Harrington, you really know how to introduce yourself to a girl.” You giggle as you turn around, letting his cock slip out of you. After you pull your panties up you stand up with shaky legs, looking down at him with an adoring smile.

“I swear I’m usually more of a ‘take her to dinner first’ kinda guy but that whole ‘Mr. Harrington’ thing you did really got me going. I can't lie.” He chuckled, standing up and buttoning his pants. He reaches down to grab your bra off the ground and does a spinning motion with his finger, indicating for you to turn around. You oblige, and you’re pleasantly surprised when you feel him guiding your arms back through your bra. He does the same with your shirt, spinning you around so he can redo the tie. He gives you a sweet kiss and then picks up his shirt and jacket to put them back on. You smile bashfully at him, after all that the thing that makes you blush is him treating you sweetly.

“Thank you Steve, you’re very sweet. It’s also not too late for you to take me to dinner.”

“You’re right little mouse, it’s not, would you like to go to dinner with me? This weekend? Maybe we can catch a movie. Iris told me you like vampires and I saw that a new one is coming out, damned queen or something?”

“Queen of the damned? I really want to see that! I would love to, Stevie!” Your heart swells at the fact that he remembers that little detail about you and you remind yourself to thank Iris later.

“Shall we head back to the party?”

“Ugh, if we must.” You sigh dramatically and playfully roll your eyes. Knowing damn well you are about to walk back into this party looking absolutely wrecked. Your socks were covered in dirt, your ass was bright red and your skirt did little to cover it, and you hadn’t seen it yet but you know with the way Steve was sucking on your neck you have one or two hickies there. But you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care, you would do it all over again.

When you walk back into the party Iris immediately catches your eye, bounding over to you and whisking you off to the bathroom. You observe her and you can tell you weren’t the only one who just got fucked in the middle of a party.

“Soooo… you took him to the orchard, huh?”

“Oh, I took him there alright, Harrington is a freak. But I guess Eddie is too, huh?” You point to her legs and she looks up at you with flushed cheeks when she sees you’re pointing at the obviously dried cum that had dripped down one of her thighs.

“Well Eddie reaaaaally liked the piercings. It looks like Steve really liked your costume…”

“Oh, you have no idea…”

[harmonictechnicality]

it’s the year 2000 and Eddie Munson just moved to Chicago on a whim.

Steve Harrington is currently *obsessed* with his new pc and is constantly bugging Eddie via instant messenger.

[prozacgooble]

Hello all! I’m gooble, but y’all can call me goob if you like and Miss Gooble is you’re nasty. I’m 21, use pronouns she/her, and I’m pansexual.

This blog is sort of an everything blog where I just use it to explore things I’m interested in. So I sort of post everything from like my dumbass thoughts to my even dumber dumbass thoughts.

I usually tend to post about fanfiction, spider-man/marvel in general, x-men, 90s/2000s nostalgia, vaporwave, liminal spaces, nostalgia in general, fashion, anime, drawing/art, stranger things, fnaf, Star Wars, smosh, Dan and Phil,

^im also a part of like wayyyy to many fandoms but while writing this I’m struggling to think of them to list lmfao but will add on later!!

Thank you!!

[curtsycream]

Little Miss Music Muse

Pairing: Drummer!Jonathan x Bimbo!Reader x Vocalist!Steve x Bassist!Billy x Guitarist!Eddie

Warning:

When it came down to the music NightSafe plays Jonathan is usually the song writer. It was almost his calling if it wasn’t for the way he could handle a drum set. While all of the boys pitched in when it came to what the song should be about. The writing of the song was left to Jonathan as the others besides Eddie at times weren’t the wisest when it came to melody and what made a song sound good.

Eddie while he was a good writer didn’t like spending his time writing songs. Usually when he was left with the task he found a quick nap a better use of his time. Or if he was lucky he could sneak away to Y/N where none of their boyfriends had the guts to pull him away from.

Which left Jonathan as the only one committed to the task yet he didn’t mind. Writing songs came easy for him after all especially when he had the perfect inspiration in front of him.

A pen and notebook sat in his lap as the sound of Billy and Eddie practicing in the garage reached his ears. The two had been at it since ten in the afternoon while everyone else sat in the living room. Across from him sat Y/N raking her acrylic nails through Steve’s hair as he watched MTV.

Moments like these gave Jonathan the inspiration he needed to make another great song for his band. Yet it felt a little harder today, pressing his pencil to her lips he huffs. Y/N looks over at the struggling writer with a frown, “Are you okay Jonny?”

Gracing his loving girlfriend with a sad smile he shakes his head, being one of the ones who was rather open with his feelings. “It’s just the lyrics are so hard to write today compared to any other day. I don’t know why..”

“What do you have so far?”

“Well girl, what do you think about staying right here in bed? I didn’t hear a word you said I wasn’t that high I swear.”

A smile rested on Y/N’s lips as she listened to Jonathan’s raspy singing voice. The lyrics felt warm in a way that left her craving to hear more. “That sounds so good Jonny!”

“Thanks lovie, I just don’t know what to write from here.”

“Hmm, I wish I could help-”

The soft beeping of Y/N’s phone cut her off as she tried to reach for it while making sure not to wake up Steve. When she finally reached it the beeping had stopped, “Aww, it was Bill. I’ll just call him back!”

Opening her flip phone she dialed Billy’s number to which he answered right away. Leaning back in his seat Jonathan listened to the conversation between two of his lovers. “Sorry Bills! I was a little preoccupied.”

“Don’t worry just next time pick up your phone.”

Jonathan was a bit nervous to present the finished song not only to his band but to his girlfriend as well. After the quick call from Billy to Y/N he was inspired to continue the lyrics of the song. Normally he wouldn’t be so shy about presenting a song even if it was rather embarrassing in his head. But due to them agreeing to do a studio session release of the song in front of an audience, he felt sick.

As the drummer in the band he usually wasn’t the lead when it came to singing as that was Steve’s job and sometimes Eddie. Yet the fact that the others skimmed the lyrics and said he had to lead certain parts left him spiraling. It wasn’t that he couldn’t sing he had a decent voice one that was raspy when he sang.

It ultimately was the fact that he had never sang in front of his girlfriend or a public audience for more than intended. Of course he sang the chorus and backup vocals with the other members but his voice never stuck out much more than that. It would simply be a new experience.

“You ready, Jon?”

Twirling his drumstick anxiously he looks up at Eddie who held his guitar in his dominant hand. Shaking his head he looks down with a heavy sigh, “I don’t think I will ever be.”

“Wrong answer.”

“How is that-”

“You’re Jonathan the drummer of NightSafe, a lyrical genius, and a amazing performer. You have pipes that deserve to be heard and I’m usually not one to point things like that out. But Jon you were made for this those lyrics were written for you to sing and no one else. I can’t imagine anyone else doing what you’re about to do and I’m sure the others agree. Scratch that I know the others agree with me on that.”

Bringing the drumstick to his chin, Jonathan soaks in Eddie’s words before a smile breaks out on his face. Eddie really wasn’t the best with words at times but he still found a way to edge away the denial and fear clouding Jonathan’s mind. “You’re right.”

“Good evening everyone! We’re NightSafe and today we have a special treat for you all, today our drummer Jonathan will be leading a song we have called Right Here.”

As soon as Steve stopped speaking Billy began to play along with Steve who was handling a keyboard for the session. Taking the position at center mic Jonathan inhaled shakily before making eye contact with Y/N.

“I’m so far from the line, yeah. I’m too deep in my mind, yeah. If she calls, I’ll be right there.”

The unsureness he was feeling earlier melting away as he kept eye contact with Y/N while singing.

“Tell me what you think about staying right here instead, I didn’t hear a word she said I wasn’t that high, I swear.

And she don’t wanna fuck around and I don’t wanna leave this bed, I didn’t hear a word she said I wasn’t that high, I swear.”

“One! Two! Three”

Billy’s count off led to the beats climax before Steve sang the next lines, “It’s happening again, I don’t give a fuck about your friends. I’m right here! Here! Oh, baby, take a look around. I’m the only one that hasn’t walked out.”

“I’m right here! Here! I’m always ready to go, I’m calling you, pick up your phone I’m on my own. Girl, I’ve been taking it slow, you know I’ve been taking it slow. You’re sitting alone, why are you sitting alone? Baby, just pick up your phone.”

The shift from Steve’s direct yet velvety voice to Billy’s gruff singing voice sent chills down Y/N’s spine. The song soon transitioned back to Jonathan and she was captivated.

“Cause I’ve been rolling all damn night! Whoa! It’s happening again I don’t give a fuck about your friends! I’m right here! Here! Oh, baby, take a look around! I’m the only one that hasn’t walked out. I’m right here! Here…”

As soon as Eddie strummed the last note and Jonathan stopped singing the small audience began to cheer and clap loudly. Surveying the crowd Jonathan’s eyes land back on his girlfriend who was cheering just the same as she jumped around. The look of adoration in her eyes was all he needed to know how she felt about the song.

Waving her hand at him she mouth a simple phrase but to him it meant everything and more.

‘I’m proud of you.’

[mojowitchcraft]

weird_witchcraft masterlist

Art by my gal @glitterfang for Part 2 of Night Drives

Night Drives Series Ongoing Series with Nine Parts Season 2 Onwards | Rated E | Each Part is around 7-10k

Start with Part 1: No One Rides For Free Eddie Munson stumbles across Steve Harrington crying next to a bush at Tina's party and makes it his mission to cheer him up.

FIC RECS: [Series Recs] [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5 ]

Strawberries & Cigarettes Post Season 4 | Now Complete!! Rated E | 38k | 14/14 Chapters

You’re The Ultimate One Shot Steddie Bodyswap (aka Freaky Friday AU) Post Season 1 | Rated E | 31k

You Remind Me Of Home One Shot Modern AU + Coffee Shop + College + Christmas Time Rated E | 11k

This World You Wrapped For Me One Shot Christmas/NYE 1999 - Y2K Steddie Baybee! Rated T | 8.5k

Y2K Follow Up: Am I Your Fire? Your One Desire One Shot Valentines 2000 Rated E | 23k

We Part To Meet Again 90s Steddie Dads AU Rated M | 6k | WIP 2/3 Chapters (maybe more)

Must Hate Mondays A silly goofy lil fic about Eddie's love for Garfield and how he tried to befriend Steve using the powers of the furry lil fiend Rated M | 7k | Complete

Your Hand In Mine Tumblr prompt fill: Steddie First Kiss In the Wheeler's Basement / They just saved each other's lives / Carol Perkins is there to witness it Rated T | <2k | Complete

[flamet-draws]

I can explain this but idk if I want to.

…Jk I’ll talk about my beloved lost media darling all day. All I’ll say here tho is that I’m lowkey (highkey) obsessed with a specific toy from the early 2000s that has so few remnants left of it that I had to trace the box art for this drawing from my own photo because I’m currently the only known person online who owns the box (and I have two of them! Again, the only two boxes currently known to exist. And I’ll flex that until the day I die.)

The tagline for the toys was ‘Got what it takes to babysit?’ so the obvious conclusion was Steve Harrington. Obviously.

This is so niche and self-indulgent but I’m posting it ✨anyway✨ because if we can’t make art for ourselves then why are we even here?

[clownnhound]

Art Fight day 3!!

[bloodibambiidoll]

OMFG it’s literally them!!! (Me and him😌)

[bloodibambiidoll]

Darling Don’t Be Afraid

Y2K!Steve Harrington x MallGoth!Reader

Summary: The first time Steve tells you he loves you he’s extremely nervous that it’s too soon, you reassure him that you feel the same. Regardless of time. Wk:682 just a lil blurby.

Warnings: Not many for once. Fluff, nervous love sick Steve, love sick reader, Soulmates “when you know you know” kind of vibe, allusions to sex but not actual smut. 18+MDNI

A/N: This blurb is part of me and @reidsbtch’s Y2K Opposties Attract AU. Here you can find the links to the masterlists for my Y2K Steve and her Y2K Eddie. Divider used is by @firefly-graphics.

The first time Steve told you he loved you, you had only known each other for a few weeks. Which sounds crazy but you were pretty sure you loved him after that first date he took you on. He took you to see Queen Of The Damned, but he told you to be ready early because he had a surprise for you. He told you that a movie is normally a fine first date in his opinion, but with you he didn’t want to be in a dark theater where he couldn’t see or talk to you. He wanted to get to know you. So he took you to the cemetery, where he surprised you with a nice picnic. It was so thoughtful this beautiful preppy boy clad in his Abercrombie jeans brought you to a cemetery and a vampire movie for a first date.

You felt like your heart was going to burst that entire day and everyday since then. He is the most kind and caring boyfriend. He dotes on you even when you insist he doesn’t need to, he kisses you like his life depends on it, fucks you like an animal. He is all around perfect, how could you not love him? So just two weeks into knowing each other, when Steve told you he loved you, you were over the moon.

You were in his kitchen making dinner together, not unlike most nights since you met. You practically hadn’t left his house since the first night you stayed there, half of your belongings now resided there at this point. You were wearing Steve’s oversized long sleeve polo, and he was in nothing but a grey pair on sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He was stirring the pasta sauce and you were standing next to him, singing Korn into a wooden spatula, and he just thought you were so cute like this. Messy hair, no make up, wearing his shirt that contrasted your tattooed skin and black skull socks. He loved you.

“I love you.” He blurted it out before he could talk himself out of it and when he looked over at you, jaw hanging open, your eyes wide, the spatula now hanging at your side he almost wished he hesitated. He knows it’s soon, he knows you haven’t know each other long, but he also knows he loves you regardless.

“You do?” Your voice came out a quiet squeak.

“Yeah, I do, I know it’s early and I might be crazy for saying it and you totally don’t have to say it back right now you just looked so cute and-“

“STEVE!” You cut him off, cupping his face in your hands so he would look at you. “I love you too.”

“You… do? You don’t think it’s like crazy? You’re not just saying it because you feel bad? Because you really don’t have to say it if you’re not ready I promise it’s-“

“Steve, Baby, do I think it’s crazy? Maybe a little. Does that change the fact that I fucking love you? Not even in the slightest.”

Your thumbs caressed his cheeks while you looked up at him like he hung the moon and Steve felt like his heart was going to explode. He took your face in his own hands and gave you one of those world altering kisses. He dragged you to his bedroom and made love to you like he never has before. You’ve fucked countless times, and even had soft gentle sex a few of them, but this was different. It was slow and sensual and sweet, each touch and kiss filled with more meaning than it had in the past, countless confessions of love and sweet nothings whispered in each other's ears. He took his time with you, kissing every inch of your body, worshiping you, and you did the same for him. Steve loved you, and you loved him. It felt like the beginning of something beautiful.

[munsonluhvr]

WAY BACK [Part 1]

synopsis: older/adult!Steve harrington x adult!reader. it's been nearly twenty years since you and your high-school sweetheart, Steve Harrington, broke up. As you've seemingly moved on, living your life, Steve has been stuck in 1986, the year of your breakup, and has mulled over every idea to get you back to him. When Steve stumbles across your MySpace page, posting that you're back in town, a series of events leads you to the reality of your relationship with Steve and if your love for each other is still viable after all these years. warnings: brief mention of sex, potentially more detailed in the future (tbd) and cursing. author's note: YOU GUYSSS, I'M BACK. I'm so SO sorry for my lengthy hiatus but I went through quite the rollercoaster this summer and then started my last semester of graduate school... however, I've finally been able to begin writing again and look forward to writing out this storyline as well as finish/wrap up other installments of other fics I've started but haven't finished <3 but! for now! I'm quite happy to present to you this y2k (my fav era) fic for you... ☆ part 2 coming soon...

[ Twenty Years Ago, 1986 ]

Steve runs his fingers through your hair, the sun reflecting off of your locks of hair, letting the strands slip through his fingers smoothly. You smiles faintly, glancing quickly at him before turning her eyes back to the pond that sits in front of them. You watch closely, yet slightly distracted by Steve’s gentle touches, as two swans dance across the water, as if they’re playing a game of tag. The skin on the side of your face, the apples of your cheeks, ignite as Steve’s blunt fingertips drag up and down. Your stomach is in knots, tense with anticipation of his next move. Steve is lost in his own thoughts, wondering how he got to lucky to be sitting with you, the heat of the sun keeping them warm against the chilly spring weather. All he could think about is how he wouldn’t let himself screw this up. 

You and Steve stand against the glowing lights of her porch, moths darting around them in the night’s sky. You stand close, chests almost touching, the only thing between you is the warm summer air that is thick and heavy – but this doesn’t keep you two apart, not nearly. Steve’s hand is on your wrist, this fingers gripping lightly around you. His lips itch for yours, his mouth needy to taste you, to know you beyond the boundaries he does now. His fingers begin to trail up your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His hand moves until he reaches your cheek, cupping his hand around your face. Your eyes watch as his eyes meet yours, drawing you in until you are fully consumed. You think about all the times you’ve laid across your bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering if Steve is thinking about you too – this is your salvation. Steve leans in closer, trying his best to ignore his heart beating against his chest, the blood rushing through his head. Your knees get weak, threatening to let you crumble against his touch, right on your front porch. ‘Kiss me,’ you thinks, ‘Consume me until there’s nothing left.’ Steve leans in as if he heard you, taking his confidence to push his mouth into yours, gently, letting your lips blend into one. 

“Bunny!” You squeal, your tongue sticking out between your lips to catch the ice cream that’s smeared across your mouth. He smiles, hearing the softness of your voice say the sweet nickname you gave him months ago. ‘This is heaven Steve thinks, feeling the coldness of his own ice cream dribbling down his cone and across his fingers. He doesn’t even mind the way his fingers will feel sticky in a few minutes, all he can do is watch your teeth flash between your plush lips, the way your cheeks begin to tint pink from laughter and the sun that shines down on where you sit on the curb in front of the ice cream shop. Steve watches as you look off into the distance, your eyes watching cars pass you by. Steve closes his eyes for a minute, his mind flashing to a few nights ago when you had spent time at his house in the evening. In his memory, you’re underneath him, the warmth of your skin drawing him closer and closer to you, the soft breaths that escape from your mouth. You are laid across his bed, in your underwear and a tank top, your arms circling around his shoulders, your legs fastening themselves around his waist, bringing him lower to your body. You lift your head, maneuvering to fit yourself into the crook of his neck, leaving light, gentle kisses in the process. Even now, in the current moment, Steve could feel the same intense burning in his loins that he had for you, the way he wanted to immerse himself in you and never pull away. Steve let’s his eyes open, and he returns to watching you watch the cars and contently lap away at your ice cream cone. He reaches out, unable contain the urge, and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, the pad of his thumb caressing your cheek bone. 

You and Steve stand on opposite sides of his bed in his room, the tension between you thick. You bites back tears, willing for a time machine to appear to allow this to end. Your fingertips dig into your palm, your frustration beginning to show. Steve clenches his jaw, not knowing how to best remedy this situation. “Talk to me, y/n.” Steve pleads, his mind whirling to a halt. He watches as you paces back and forth, your face in her hands. You whimper, missing the feeling of Steve’s arms around you already. You drops your hands from your face, wrapping them around yourself. “This isn’t going to work, Steve.” You whispers, your voice trembling with sadness. Steve’s room tilts, feeling as if he’s losing his balance. It’s then that he manages to get you to look at him and he notices the tears that collect in your eyes and the way they threaten to spill.

[ Now, 2006 ]

Steve sits in his leather cushioned reclining chair, using the lever on the side to kick out the footrest. He sighs as it goes back, his body relaxing for the first time that day. He chuckles to himself, thinking about what his father might say about possessing a reclining chair. He can almost hear his late father’s voice in the back of his mind, the overbearing deepness of his tone, the way he’d shake his head at his son owning something middle American owned – something he'd never be caught dead with in his own living room, not if he had anything to say about it. 

Steve shakes off the thought of his father and reaches over to his side table to collect the tv remote. He pushes the buttons until the tv flicks on, the colors of the gameshow that pops on filling the dimness of the room. Every night, Steve looks forward to numbing his brain with senseless tv programming, allowing himself to escape just for a little while until work calls him back into the real world in the morning. His life has quieted down throughout the years, going from his late teens and early twenties fighting monsters to spending most of his days alone. His friends have dispersed throughout the country, growing up and taking adult jobs, beginning their own lives – while Steve is still stuck in Hawkins, growing older every day. 

Steve gets bored of Wheel of Fortune and presses the remote button to flip through channels. He passes a Western themed movie, CNN, One Tree Hill, and he keeps clicking, finding nothing is appealing enough to watch, not enough to keep his mind occupied and distracted. Steve continues to click, and he passes an obscure romance movie, skips it, then backtracks, pressing the back button to return to the movie. He watches, the characters, male and female, are close, their lips nearly touching, their hands on each other’s faces. They whisper to each other, their eyelashes fluttering, their breath labored. Steve’s jaw clenches, and he begins to remember all too well. 

The memory of you is something Steve keeps hidden in his mind, most are thoughts he hardly has the stomach to touch and revisit. Steve learned early on in his life, because of you, that you can do anything and everything you can to move on, but the feeling of unfinished business will hold you back in time. 

Steve watches the movie intensely, losing himself momentarily. He watches the way the male character is drawn in by the female character, the way you can tell he’s losing himself in her minute by minute, second by second. He swallows, the memory of you beginning to creep forward in his brain. You are the only person Steve has witnessed himself get lost in, even twenty years later. He shakes his head, leaning over to pick up his beer that sits on his side table where the remote once sat. He takes several swigs, determined to will his brain into another direction. 

Steve leans back in his chair, noticing how his body has gone from relaxed to tense – the thought of you always has that effect. He stirs in his seat for several moments longer, blinking his thoughts away. His jaw clenches, and then all at once, he closes his eyes, leaning his head back and allows all the memories to flood back into his mind. It’s a sort of self-harm, really, Steve is sure of it. Thinking of you is his guilty pleasure, something he knows he shouldn’t be doing but does it anyway. Thinking of you is an action that feels good in the moment but hurts like hell afterwards. 

Oh, what Steve would do to be 19 again, holding your frame in between his arms. Steve remembers it all too well, the feeling of excitement bubbling in his stomach still as he remembers the thrill of sneaking into your bedroom or pulling you close to him, letting his lips decorate your face with soft kisses. The feeling he had with you, pure love, is something he’s never been able to replicate with anyone else, and trust, he’s tried.  

Steve has never been able to fully understand what drove you two apart, he was confident he would make you his wife someday. But overtime, it seemed you were slipping from his grip minute by minute, month by month, until it, seemingly, was too much for you to bear. It is true that Steve has attempted to replicate what he had with you but with other women. It ended with boredom or dissatisfaction; every girl was not you. Steve had been through too many women, it was getting embarrassing at his ripe age of forty, and he got tired of fucking women while imagining it was you underneath him or on top of him, and, subsequently, the women got bored with Steve trying to turn them into you. Every single one of his girlfriends pitied him, wishing for his own sake, and to spare every other female in Hawkins, that Steve would find his way back to you. 

It has been decades since Steve has seen you, the last real conversation being the night you broke up. He would catch glimpses of you for the next few years when you’d come back to town from college, visiting your parents or friends in Hawkins. Though, now it’s been over ten years since he’s seen you last – but he’s been keeping tabs on you. 

Steve is truly grateful for technological advancements, MySpace being a platform he thanks the heavens above each time he logs on and types your name in. Looking you up online is something he tries to do less and less every time, but he unabashedly fails, and it is no less than a weekly occurrence that he’s scrolling through your personalized page. Lucky for Steve, you’re quite active on MySpace, posting music clips and occasionally pictures, allowing Steve into what is now your life. It feels strange to Steve, seeing what you’re like now and how you’re so different then the 19- or 20-year-old version of yourself. He listens and then relistens to the music clips you post and when they’re romantic songs, he can’t help but wonder if the words are about him to you. 

Checking up on you through MySpace hasn’t always been pleasant. Steve has taken several punches to the gut when you’ve updated your profile, ‘In a Relationship,’ yet you never posted any more details than that. 

Steve’s fingers tingle and he can’t help but stand up abruptly from his chair and walk over to his desk where his large, clunky computer sits. He’s in auto-mode, his fingers already informed on what to do. Before he knows it, your profile is stretched across his computer screen. 

Your profile picture flashes up: a curious smile on your mouth as you stand amongst friends, arms slung around them, a beer in one of your hands. He scrolls down with his mouth, fingers jittery as Steve notices you’ve posted since the last time he’s looked. 

“Glad to be back home, been a long time coming!” The caption reads, accompanied by a photo of you standing in Hawkins’ town square, hands up in the air above your head, a big smile on your face. Posted: 3 hours ago. 

Steve gulps, all his breath catching in his throat. “Fuck,” Steve whispers to himself, putting a hand to his forehead. Steve scrolls back up quickly, unable to face a current picture of you. In Hawkins. Right now. Steve clicks the search bar, hitting enter to refresh the page. It takes a second, but your MySpace page reloads, a brand-new picture popping up this time. Steve jams his pointer finger onto the mouse cursor, scrolling down to see the new post. 

“Look who I’m with at Hawkins Bar and Billiards…” A picture with Nancy and Jonathan Byers, the three of your heads crammed into a small picture, grins on your faces. Posted 13 seconds ago. 

Steve suddenly feels like passing out, his large house suddenly feeling small and suffocating.  Steve’s hands clench as he fights back the urge to get in his car and go to Hawkins Bar, it’s only a three-minute drive from his house in which he frequents often. What would he even say to you? It’s been so long, he’s not even sure what he would have to stay. 

Steve sits for a moment, chewing at his bottom lip as he thinks. What would seeing you do to him after thinking about you for the last twenty years and virtually checking up on you for the last ten years? What would you think of him after twenty years? He takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm in his mind. 

After several more minute of contemplation, Steve recognizing that he’d spend the rest of the night thinking about what you’re doing or what you’re talking about, he decided he’d swing by the bar. Just because he was going to leave the house doesn’t mean he’d actually have to go in or walk up to you. He could do a drive-by, attempting to see you through the window, or go in and sit at another table, just checking up on you to make sure you’re doing okay. In all honestly, Steve doesn’t know what he was going to do, all he wants is to be near you once again. 

Standing up from his seat, he dashes towards his front door, grabbing his car keys and coat off the miniature hangers besides the door. Steve opens the front door, the rush of crisp autumn air blowing him back slightly. He slips his coat on, tightening it around his frame as he walks towards his car. His fingers jitter with excitement? Nerves? Steve is too frazzled to analyze his movements or feelings as he normally does. 

Once he gets into his car, Steve turns the ignition on, letting it rubble. With precision, he backs his vehicle up, beginning to point it towards the bar. 

Steve’s stomach is in knots, as he drives towards the bar, unsure of what he’s going to be met with once he arrives. Does he go in? Stay outside? Go up to you or stay away? Steve takes one hand off the steering wheel, digging his thumb into his temple as he rubs away at the brewing headache. 

The ride over to the bar is quick, only down a few blocks from where he lives. In any other circumstance, Steve appreciates his home being in close proximity to the bar but now he wishes it was on the other side of town to allow for him to process just what in the hell he was doing. 

He approaches the bar, slowing his BMW down to attempt to peer into the glass windows of the bar, though he can’t catch a glimpse of you from the road. He puts his blinker on, turning into the parking lot that abuts the bar. He scans the parking lot looking for a spot while wondering which car is yours. He smiles to himself thinking about how knowing you wanted a Volkswagen beetle was one of the first facts he logged away about you in his brain. At 19, he foolishly thought he would buy you a brand new one for one of your birthdays when you and he were married and had established careers. He always could imagine the way your face would light up when he would hand you the keys. His heart breaks, now, thinking about how he was never able to do that for you. 

He turns his car off, taking one last deep breath before he opens his car door. As he gets out of his car, he thinks how foolish he is to be here, potentially going up to you, for what? To rekindle a two-decade old flame that might not be mutual? In that moment, Steve thinks it’s best for him to go home but something inside of him pushes his feet towards the bar’s entrance and suddenly his hand is on the door handle. 

He gulps once, twice, and he pushes the door inwards, and he steps inside. 

The bar isn’t particularly packed tonight, though Steve thinks he can hide himself away in a corner behind other groups of people if he chooses to do so. Though, without warning, Steve’s eyes land on yours, yours on his. The pit in Steve’s stomach expands and he’s positive he’s going to puke. You look just as you did, as if no time has passed and you’re both still 19, nearly 20. 

Your face shows that you know it’s Steve and he wishes he could jump into your mind, even for a moment, and know exactly what you’re thinking. Does he still look the same? Do you want to kiss him like he wants to kiss you? To taste your mouth and see if it’s still the intoxicating flavor he was addicted to way back. 

Steve is tempted to turn on his heel, high tailing it out to his car where he would speed the short drive back home. But he’s stuck in time, frozen, as if he were a deer in the headlights, in where he stands. 

He watches as your mouth opens and closes, your eyes widening by the second. Who looks like Nancy is sitting in front of you, back to Steve, completely unaware that he’s walked in, and this is the first time you and Steve have seen each other in almost 20 years. Nancy is talking quickly, unaware your attention is focused elsewhere but she must say something intriguing as you let your eyes go from Steve back to Nancy. 

Steve inhales, feeling like he can move now that your gaze is off of him, and he darts to the back of the bar and seats himself at a high-table, contemplating what he is to do now. 

[bettyfrommars]

I saw a post yesterday or the day before where someone was saying that this side of fic world was quiet and there was not much to read. It made me sadddd because there are so many talented writers still blogging away, and so I decided to make a list of recs with recent stuff I've enjoyed. I have a very small page and not much reach, but hopefully a few of you can find a couple new ones here to sink your teeth into.

If you are a friend of mine and I missed you on this list, pls know that I'm a fan of edibles and I forget things. But I will probably do a couple of these.

I'm not going to organize them into groups, because these are all good regardless of the main.

(in no particular order)

Pick up, will you? - @somnambulic-thing

rockstar!Eddie in this one and Somna is such a creative genius, you will thank me if you are able to go through their Masterlist. One of the more underrated creatives on this app, everything they put out is gold.

As Above, So Below -@jo-harrington

Kas!Eddie for the vampire/monsterfuckers out there. This story is so rich, Jo is one of those fic writers that make me say out loud: Wait, we get this for FREE?? Highly recommend.

Wasted Years - @neonghostlights

rockstar!Eddie and 90's au! Bee is one of those fic writers that make you want to consume everything they put out so fast because they are all SO good. Plus, she's just genuinely an amazing person and deserves to be supported/protected at all costs.

Exile in Guyville - @chestylarouxx

90s au Eddie, and let me tell you that I am not one of those who waits around for a fic to warm up or get good---this story will grab you right from the start and literally transport you to the 90's. Plus, Eddie is soooo hot in this. Please, you will love it.

WAIT HOLD ON LET ME TALK ABOUT GATOR TILLMAN FOR A SECOND

Joe Keery is about to be in the next season of Fargo as Gator Tillman and @courtingchaos did their own breathtaking spin on him. The creativity is out the roof, y'all. @usedtobecooler also gifted us with some Gator content that had me on my knees the other day. These are the only two I know of, but let me know if there are others so I can check them out!

S.J. - @lesservillain

Less just decided to drop the most beautiful story on us last night as I was about to go to sleep 😭 Based on the most wonderful Black Mirror episode ever, the way she made this her own is just breathtaking and sad in the best way.

Saccahrine - @pepsimunson

The rockstar!Eddie smut that you've been dreaming of, for real. This is one of those fics with a lot of parts already published, so you can really sink in an enjoy.

all of Drac's Sapphic Summer - @dr-aculaaa

really tho, the creativity and work she has put into these beautiful fics is insane. The Robin Buckley Y2K one is my favorite so far...it will give you the best nostalgia tingles. Seriously, you will fall in love with these.

Sea Stars and Sunshine - @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint

Steve Harrington Summer Love🫠 Another win for this writer, I love everything they create. This story will taste like summer and sand on your tongue as you read it, for real. All the beach vacation vibes...it honestly feels like a warm hug from Steve, chest hair and all.

There are also a handful of popular creators on here writing their hearts out for us all on literally a daily basis, and if you ever have any fic recs, please send them to me!

[curtsycream]

She Said

Warning: Topics of body issues, self discovery, sexuality, drugs, poly relationships, internalized homophobia, classic teen drama, teen pregnancy, infidelity, gender stereotypes, eating disorders, diets, and manipulation

Chapter Warning: none

The door to Y/N’s room burst open as two figures stood in the doorway anticipating a reaction. Removing her headphones from her ears Y/N’s head shoots up to look at the blonde and brunette standing before her. “Chrissy? Nancy? What are you two doing here?”

The clear confusion in her voice led Nancy to cock an eyebrow with her hands on her hips. Strutting into the room she stands over the H/C girl, “Did you really forget what today was?”

Sitting up on her bed she furrows her eyebrows trying her hardest to think about what she forgot. The only thing that came to mind was school which did not make sense to her as it was a Saturday. Giving up on her attempts at figuring out what she forgot she shakes her head.

Sighing Nancy crosses her arms over her chest, “Today Jason’s birthday! You know Chrissy’s boyfriend the same Jason we grew up with.”

Her mouth forms an ‘O’ as she slowly starts to remember their plans for today. “The surprise party, how could I forget! I even got him this really cute cardigan because his sweater vests are sooo depressing to look at!”

Giggling at her friend’s statement Chrissy comes closer to the other two. Only then did Y/N notice both her friends dressed for a party. Standing up from her bed she rushes towards her closet mumbling a ‘We can’t be late’. Rolling her eyes playfully Nancy takes a seat on the bed, “The party isn’t until 7 at that weird hookah club on 3rd street. The one with the hot bouncer that looks like Tom Welling.”

“Isn’t he like a college student?”

“I mean yeah but that doesn’t defeat the point that he’s hot!”

Normally Y/N would entertain her friends especially when good looking people were involved. But the overwhelming feeling that she only had 3 hours to pick an outfit and do her makeup was stressful. Her fingers skillfully move through her clothes which was rather impressive considering her acrylic nails. “Aha!” The small noise leaves her lips when she finds the perfect outfit to wear to the party. “I’ll be back!”

Chrissy and Nancy witnessed their friend trip on her way to her bathroom before the door slammed with a yelp. Nancy cupped her hands around her mouth before yelling out a “Be careful, Bunny Boo!”

“Don’t worry so much, Kool Kat!”

Y/N let out a sigh looking at her outfit in the mirror, pressing her finger to her lip anxiously she stares at her hair. Her hair was always the hardest part when it came to going out. Tilting her head she finally decides on a simple style that would fit under her beret. Grabbing her makeup bag she decides to do some heavy pink blush with glossy lip gloss. Satisfied with her look she opens the bathroom door before rushing to her friends who were looking through Bop magazines.

“How do I look?” Y/N asks while doing a small twirl as her friends assess her outfit. Nancy gives her a smile and thumbs up while peeking at her over the sunglasses that match her outfit. Clapping her hands Chrissy nods her head, “I love it! It’s like we’re matching a little!” Pointing down to her own outfit Y/N smiles at the easygoing blonde. “I have you to thank after all I was inspired by your heels, totes adorable!”

“Aww Bunny Boo! I’m in love with your heels too!”

Shaking her head at the squealing girls Nancy stands up clearing her throat. Looking at her flip phone as it displays the time she speaks, “I think it’s time we get going, it took you almost an hour and a half to get ready.”

Pouting at her friend’s words Y/N looks down at her shoes, “I couldn’t help it I didn’t know how I wanted my hair or if this was enough glitter for a birthday party.”

Patting the girl on the shoulder Nancy smiles, “Don’t worry about it we still have time to get to the club and finish setting up before our guests arrive.”

”It’s so pretty here! I can’t believe we got private access to a club!”

Looking around at the setup with wide eyes Y/N goes back to blowing up balloons for the party. After about 30 minutes into blowing up balloons and setting out snacks with Nancy and Chrissy the club doors opened. Her attention was drawn to the grungy looking guys who walked in and straight to Chrissy. Placing a hand over her cheeks Y/N couldn’t help the heat that started to crawl up her body.

Leaning closer to her friend and the guys who stood with her she pretended to sort a few snack trays out. “Oh you’re the band! My boyfriend really loves your stuff, I’m really glad you guys could perform for his birthday it means a lot!”

A chuckle left the lips of the guy with the chestnut brown hair and a smirk. “We’re always down to do events like these, means a lot doing one for a fan’s birthday!” An inaudible gasp leaves Y/N’s lips as she hears the suave voice leave his lips.

Though her shock is short lived as the one with light brown hair and babydoll eyes glances her way. Quickly looking away she pretends to be busy with the bowl of punch in front of her.

“That’s great! I can show you the stage so you guys can set up!”

A round of nods follow Chrissy’s statement as she leads them towards the stage area. Letting out a breath Y/N did not realize she was holding she stares after the group. Never in her life had she seen people dress and look the way those guys did. It was something new but she liked it for some reason.

“Earth to Y/N..”

Her head snaps in the direction of Nancy who had a smirk on her face. In her arms were rolls of streamer paper, “I saw you staring after NightSafe, hot aren’t they?”

“Like super hot, how do people like them exist?”

“Welcome to my world, some people just look so wow like I can’t describe it.”

Y/N nods her head along to Nancy’s words before looking back towards the band as they setup.

“You’ve got it bad, Bunny Boo. Stare any longer and you might burn a hole through them, now let’s get back to party prepping.”

Grabbing ahold of Y/N’s arm Nancy leads her in the opposite direction of the band.

“Finally done! We finished with a few minutes to spare! I can’t wait for Jason to see all that we did.”

“We all know he’s going to love it especially if you’re the reason it happened, Angel.”

Y/N could only nod at Nancy’s words, it was no secret that Jason had the biggest soft spot for Chrissy. Everyone could see how he looked at her as if she put the stars in the sky and made them twinkle. She found it very cute and nothing less than what her bestfriend deserved in a guy.

Standing up with a new air of confidence Chrissy makes her way to the doors beckoning her friends close. From the look on her face Nancy and Y/N knew the party was about to start.

Soon enough music ripped through the speakers as people danced around the club. off to the side in a booth sat Y/N and her group of friends consisting of Nancy, Chrissy, Jason, Carol, Gareth, and Tommy.

The group of seven sat around as Jason was opening presents that he was given by his friends. The table was filled with chatter and laughter that brought a smile to Y/N’s face. Standing suddenly she catches the attention of the six other people in the booth.

“Sorry guys! I’ll be back I like totes need to go to the restroom!”

Giving her friends a parting wave and smile she rushes to the restroom. Calls of ‘be back soon’ following her along with more chatter. The smile on her face only growing wider at her friends antics.

Sighing Y/N opens the restroom door exiting after relieving herself and washing her hands. Making her way down the club hallway she soon crosses paths with the band from earlier. The four guys seemed to be debating something when she passed right by them. “Hey, Pinkie!”

Pausing Y/N tilts her head before looking back at the guys pointing at herself. When the light brown haired one from earlier nodded his head she slowly made her way over to them. “Umm, yes?”

“You’re friends with the blonde one, Chrissy right?”

Nodding her head she smiles, “Yeah, I’m friends with Chrissy! Did you need something from her?”

“Yeah we just needed to know where the lounge is again before we start our set for the birthday boy.”

“Oh! I can show you! I’m Y/N by the way, I was setting up earlier!”

The four follow behind her before one speaks up, “I’m Billy, it’s nice to meet you.”

Glancing back at him she nods finally putting a name to the light brown guy.

“I’m Jonathan.”

Y/N found herself looking over him in awe his hair was straight but in a very hot mullet style. He also wore light eyeliner that matched well with his features. Beside him stood a guy with nicely styled hair as well.

“Hi, I’m Steve.”

Nodding her head at him she found it hard not to stare with how pretty he looked in her eyes. That is before she moved her eyes to stare at the guy with dark brown hair.

“Eddie.”

His answer was short and simple leading Y/N to nod before she stopped at a door with a metal plate that said ‘VIP’ in bold lettering. “This is it, I hope you guys do well I can’t wait to see you perform. Break an arm!”

The sentence came out rushed as she sped walked away covering her face with her hands. “Break an arm..” she mumbles with a shake of her head. Leaving in her wake NightSafe who all seemed to have amused looks on their faces.

A/N: this is very short but this is the start of a new story I’m crafting. I love the early 2000s and the bimbo princess meets grunge and metal style. I also have a big thing for boy bands and stranger things characters so why not. This story will have a main plot and a side plot which will just be stories that relate to the main story but can be read alone. I might take a little while to update the main story as this is the semester I’m graduating so I’ll be busy! Other than that I hope you enjoy!

[mojowitchcraft]

Am I Your Fire? Your One Desire

Steddie Valentine's Day One Shot (A follow up to my Christmas Fic "This World You Wrapped For Me") Rated E | 23k Words | Read on AO3

“Stevie, baby, you didn’t have to get me anything,” Eddie says with a huge grin overtaking his face as he starts making grabby hands at the envelope. Steve chuckles, handing it over and biting his lip in anticipation. It’s probably too much, right? Steve loves giving gifts though, especially to people he cares about. And he really cares about Eddie. Eddie opens up his birthday card and gasps as concert tickets fall out into his waiting hand. “Metallica?”

Happy (very very) late Valentine's Day to my love @nostalgicsneeze

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

What's a fic you wish someone else would write so you could read it

lol literally anything for my favorite ships 🤣 These might already exist and I just haven’t come across them yet, down for recs if they do!

For The Buckies, I really want to read some more enemies to lovers fic. They’re such ‘on sight’ soul mates and I love that but enemies to lovers is my favorite trope and I would love to see their obsession/passion channeled into that! Def looking for some recs on this 👀

For Harringrove, I’ve been turning the idea of writing a Top Gun AU over in my brain like a rotisserie chicken, but I already have too many ongoing projects. If someone were to write a fic for it, they’d have my undying love and devotion.

Fuck it, while we’re at it… a Top Gun AU for The Buckies too🤣

Not a fic but a Stranger Things fanart request for anyone willing… a dear friend and I would move worlds to see 🙏 Y2K Steve Harrington. We’re talking denim mini skirt and a crop top with his little dog and a flip phone. I promise to think about having a first born to give you if you make it a Steve/Jason Y2K besties piece.

I know this is pretty polarizing but I wish there was more mpreg fic (ABO or otherwise) for The Buckies 🤷‍♀️ I’d love to see some more where they both question their ability as future parents but ultimately happy vibes and ending!

Once again, probably pretty polarizing but some more sex worker AU’s for The Buckies in any capacity tbh! Prostitution, cam boy, angst, smut, just general chill vibes… I’m here for whatever 🙌

I need some fake dating silliness and sexiness for The Buckies too… recs and also more would be greatly appreciated 👀

One more for The Buckies and then I’ll stop because I could go on forever 😅

Mafia AU. Idc what it looks like, I’m here for all of it 🙌 Recs or seeing more of it would be very very very welcome 👀

I’ll stop there because I’m so serious when I say I want more of all of it lol

I know I said I was done but… more Brady/Benny and Curt/Ken would make my life 🥰

[carolmunson]

what are some fics that you recommend?

oooh! here's some new ones and some oldies that have really stuck with me under the cut: disclaimer: i know there are more, these are off the top of my head!

coffee cups and unconditional love by @keerysquinn wayne and eddie's story told in coffee cups. one of the first fics to ever legitimately make me cry, reads like an actual movie and such good characterization throughout. so well done, really heart felt -- truly felt like i was there.

9 stops by @aww-canon-no modern!eddie is deaf and meets a newly deaf steve at a deaf community center i'm not normally a steddie girly but this is truly it most importantly though, it gave me a glimpse into a life i don't have experience in and i learned a lot from it! i could quite literally see everything happening while i read it. so great. encore by @mypoisonedvine three part series. you're the rockstar of eddie's dreams, a one night stand lasts longer than you expect. jd cannot actually write anything that i won't devour but encore has stuck with me for so long. easily some of the hottest smut ever.

linecook!eddie by @bewilderedbunny eddie is a linecook in the diner you work at and he's a flirty little idiot who needs to be stopped. this is a four part fluffy blurb series that i believe is turning in to a full big shebang that i can't wait for. it makes me so giggly and flirty and in love.

to know you're mine by @blueywrites you and your boyfriend steve try something new with eddie and his girlfriend chrissy -- but things get complicated. this fic came to me while i was going through a break up and it really helped me get through and realize some things about my self and my own relationship. eddie is also so dreamy and hot.

raspberry swirl by @dr-aculaaa y2k reader might have a little crush on robin, at least that's what her diary says. the nostalgia, the characterization! if you're a younger millenial, these are the older people you thought were so cool in 2005. i cannot WAIT to read more of this (and to also fantasize about being numetal 2005 eddie's hottie gf)

two pm on a sunday by @courtingchaos professor eddie and you on a sunday afternoon so soft, so delicious -- one of my favorite eddies can never find his glasses, he can't even read i love him

and of course: the boxer steve series by @rustedhearts king of the ring steve harrington and your love story over the years am i sort of biased? yes. but this is also amazing, olivia is beyond. he's so sexy and tortured. constellations by @loveshotzz on a date watching the stars with steve harrington who wants to kiss you so bad. i felt like i was there, i felt nervous and excited. i truly felt kissed at the end! older reformed f!boy eddie by @newlips getting older, eddie has heart eyes for the first time in home depot the way i think about this daily -- this is my husband. i can't wait to be old with him. i can't wait for him to call me 'WOMAN!'

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

it breaks your heart, but two of the Ramones are dead

by sugarybowl

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Original Female Character(s), Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Original Child Character(s), Robin Buckley, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Wayne Munson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson Additional Tags: Future Fic, Kid Fic, Amnesia, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon Fix-It, Married Life, Gratuitous y2k Aesthetics, Teacher Steve Harrington, Hurt Eddie Munson, Medically Inaccurate Head Injury Words: 32,249 Chapters: 10/10

Summary

“Eddie? What date is it?” “I don’t know, I don’t know how long I’ve been out. March… 30? April 1st? Oh. Oh is it… is it April Fools? Cause it’s a shitty joke, Mayfield.” “What year is it Eddie?” He smiles at that, chuckles at the irony even though Max looks more and more upset, “It’s 1986, baby, my year.” *~*~*~* The year is 2003 and Eddie Munson has missed a couple of things.