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We’re in this together --- Steve Harrington x female!reader

chapter 1

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The peaceful morning sunrise did little to ease your panic. You’d awoke suddenly, immediately suffering a familiar feeling of bile rising up your throat. “Great” you thought as you finally finished throwing up in the bathroom. “Another morning of cleaning”.

For the past week you’d started the day by spewing your guts up in the toilet. Inevitably having to disinfect your bathroom afterwards. Everyday you’d try to convince yourself that it was just a stomach bug. The likelihood of this had started to decrease as you’d put the pieces together. Number one: you were only sick in the morning and number 2: it had been an entire week.

You knew deep down what the situation was but couldn’t bring yourself to accept it. For the next few weeks you pretended like nothing was wrong. You couldn’t bring yourself to actually acknowledge the fact that you were 19 and pregnant.

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It’d been a few days since you’d last thrown up, you were hoping the morning sickness stage had passed. As you entered family video for your shift you were met with the one person that had been terrorising your mind. Steve Harrington.

You and Steve had been best friends since elementary school when your family had moved onto his street. You had bonded over your absent parents many times over the years and he had been your rock through everything. Each year when the upside down would uproot itself into your lives he had been there like a lantern guiding you through. Back in 1983 he had saved you from a demogorgan, in 1984 he had pulled you out the way and into him as the demodogs charged at you both in the tunnels and only last summer in 85 you had both been tortured by russians together. That shit brings people together.

You knew you loved Steve. You had fallen for him a long time ago. A platonic love transformed into something more. The thing you didn’t know though was if he felt the same way. You had been through hell in your mind trying to decipher his behaviour, constantly questioning if he was just being nice. You even shared your internal conflicts with Robin who was you and Steve’s number 1 supporter. Robin had gushed over the fact that she could tell Steve loved you. Even bringing up Steve’s reaction to the russians dragging you away from him. “He went completely insane when they took you y/n, he looked broken and wouldn’t stop screaming your name”. The assuring words of Robin had echoed in your head for months.

Eventually one drunken night at Steve’s your feelings had acted upon themselves. “Drunk actions, sober desires” or something like that you thought.

You had both been extremely drunk and….yeah well shit happened.

When you had woken up the next morning in his bed you were alone. Steve had already set off to work, he probably didn’t want to wake you up that early. He had always said you had an adorable sleeping pout so he most likely didn’t want to get rid of it. You had seen him again only a few hours later at Lucas’ basketball game where he had acted completely normal. You didn’t ask about it, you didn’t speak about it. It happened and that was enough for you at the time.

As the days turned into weeks though you began to question what it had meant to Steve. Did he enjoy it? Did he want to do it again? Did he want more? Does he even remember it?

Of course he remembered it. He wasn’t any drunker than you when it had happened but the fact he hadn’t even acknowledged it concerned you. A part of you was terrified that he was regretting it. Did he wake up that morning next to you and think “shit that was stupid”.

You were still completely in the dark towards how he felt about it and it had been almost 2 weeks. Steve’s attitude towards you hadn’t changed. He still hugged you when he saw you, laughed with you, called you just to hear your voice and now here he was in front of you again.

He was slouched at the store counter fiddling with a rubix cube you knew he would never solve. As the bell at the door signalled your arrival he quickly straightened up and beamed at you. "Hey y/n you finally made it. I was about to send out a search party or something". You giggled at his effortless attempt to make you smile as you went on your way to the staffroom to put down your bag. "Sorry I'm a bit late, there was a great deal on at that little bakery you know I love". He smiled at this. "Yeah yeah, your literally obsessed with it I'm aware. He followed you into the staff room.

"You didn't come empty handed did you? I could kill for a cookie right now".

“Of course I didn't". "Your lucky though because there was only one left of your favourite" you exclaimed pointing your finger at him.

You pulled the iced caramel cookie out of the wrapping and Steve's face lit up as he quickly took it from your hands. You smiled as you watched him greedily munch down the small cookie. "You literally eat like a child you know". Steve's eyes darted up from the cookie as he mumbled an apology. You patted Steve’s shoulder as you left the room and began your shift.

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The shift had gone fine, you and Steve had chatted the entire way through. Things could never be awkward between you and him, no matter the circumstances. You had simply known each other too long.

As the clock finally reached 11pm you both headed out together. Steve locked the door up as you waited behind him. “You want to ride home together?” Steve offered, knowing you didn’t really like being alone in the dark anymore.

“I should probably take myself home tonight because my cars already here and I won’t be able to get to work tomorrow without it” you sighed. You really didn’t want to be by yourself but you knew you couldn’t just leave your car here as you would need it in the morning.

“Just stop at mine itl be fine.” We’re both working same time tomorrow so we can just go together”. Steve unlocked his car as you stood there and weighed up your choices.

“Yeah okay then, that works i guess” you decided as you climbed into your reserved seat in Steve’s car. Before you knew it you were on your way to his house. You hadn’t actually been to his house since you had slept with him. You wondered if the topic would come up…

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Part 2

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We’re in this together -- Steve Harrington x female!reader

chapter 2

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: Pregnancy, Vomiting.

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His house was empty.

It’s always empty.

His family were never there.

It wasn’t a home unless you were there Steve thought. You were his family and his everything. It was you who cared about him the most. You were the one who knew his fears, you were the one who asked about his day, you were the one who remembered his stupid bakery order. You were simply “the one”.

He knew he could never just “ask you out”, as Robin would say. You were too special for that, he needed to do something big.

He was so scared though. The thought of potentially putting your entire 12 year friendship on the line terrified him. Every time he planned to tell you how he felt and make his move his brain was clouded with these thoughts. He couldn’t lose you. Ever.

Eventually his body had made “the move” for him though. That night he had been drunk but nowhere near to the point of him not being able to control his actions. He knew exactly what he was doing and remembered every second of it. Yes the alcohol had made him a lot more confident and had definitely destroyed all of his doubts.

But he had the power to stop and he never did, and neither did you. It had been good. Like really good. Steve had never thought it could be that good, but it was with you.

When he had woken up that morning with you cuddled up against him and his arms wrapped around you he smiled. This was perfect he thought. Suddenly every insecurity and doubt Steve felt came back though.

Had he just ruined everything?

Were you gonna wake up and regret it?

Were you ready to have the conversation?

Was he ready to have the conversation?

Blinded by his doubts Steve had decided he wasn’t ready to face you and express his feelings. Not because he didn’t want you, he wanted you more than anything.

He just didn’t want to risk the heartbreaking possibility that you might not want him. It was this fear that made Steve carefully unwrap himself from your embrace and quietly get ready for work. He didn’t leave without a gentle kiss to your forehead though.

His head hovered over your own after his kiss and he memorised your peaceful sleepy features. The slight furrow in your brow was relaxed, your lips were turned into the most adorable pout. Everything about you was perfect.

You were beautiful.

You looked peaceful like this and Steve intended to keep it that way. He pulled the covers back over your sleeping body and left for his shift.

He had seen you later that day at Lucas’s evening basketball game and had treated you just as he always had. A hug when he saw you, an arm around you for most of the night and a five dollar bill he’d shoved into your hand when you’d looked at the hot dog stand for a second too long.

Everything was normal and life went on. You worked together, laughed together and hung out with Robin. Now here you were again alone together at his house

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Steve’s car came to a stop in front of his unusually large home. The house was empty, you expected this as his parents were away 95% of the time.

Steve took off his seatbelt and opened his car door to get out. You began to do the same but Steve quickly stopped you.

“No don’t just wait okay”.

You were confused but complied. You watched as he quickly got out the car and jogged around to your side. He opened your door with a little smirk on his face.

“Now you can get out”

“Wow Steve I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all” you said as you exited the burgundy BMW.

“I’m very chivalrous, you know that” he said as he guided your way into his house. You raised your eyebrows but you had to agree he was very brave.

“Just remember all the times i’ve you know saved your ass from inter dimensional monsters and shit”

“Yeah i guess i owe you there Harrington” you replied as he lead you into his kitchen.

"You want a drink or something?" he offered as he leaned up to grab himself a glass from one of the cupboards. His arms flexed as he did this and you found yourself staring. Yeah you had it bad.

You quickly snapped yourself out of your haze when you realised he'd asked you a question. "Yeah il just have some water please".

You didn't normally drink water at Steve's, normally opting for an option such as a coke or lemonade. This time though you knew the smallest thing could make you throw up and you did not want to raise any suspicions to Steve about your current condition. You would tell him when the time was right but for now water it was.

"You sure you don't want some wine or something, my mum bought some of that real good stuff she knows you like before she left" Steve said as you walked into his large living room.

You quickly shook your head, your mind taking you back to the last time you had drunk alcohol at Steve's. "No thanks I'm not really in the mood tonight, you wanna just watch a movie or something?" you offered as you sank back into Steve's extremely comfortable sofa.

"Yeah sure why not, what do you wanna watch" Steve agreed sinking into his seat right beside you. "We can just watch whatever tapes already in there, I really can't be arsed changing it and I doubt you can either" you giggled relaxing into Steve's side. His body generated warmth and comfort immediately lulling you into a calmer state. "Your right about that hun" he replied wrapping his arm around you.

There was something weirdly domestic about this moment. You and Steve cuddled up on his sofa watching some lame ass movie you'd both seen too many times. The fire warming the room and easing you both into a peaceful, safe and comforting slumber.

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Steve awoke to you mumbling in your sleep. He smiled at this, sleepily chuckling to himself as he rubbed his eyes. When he looked around the room he noticed the clock reading that it was around half one in the morning, the movie you two had been watching long forgotten. He carefully reached over your sleeping form that was splayed over him to grab the tv remote. After having turned the tv off he looked down at you again. You were still mumbling in your sleep. Some would find this annoying but Steve found it completely endearing. You were too cute for your own good sometimes. Not having the heart to wake you he decided to just carry you to bed. He knew you had been working your ass of lately with college applications and that you needed this sleep.

He carefully moved you fully onto him so you were pretty much straddling his lap, but in a really floppy sleepy way. This didn’t take much work as you were already pretty much there. He gently moved your head so it was resting over his shoulder and began to stand up. One of his arms rested under your thighs which were straddled around his waist and his other wrapped around your lower back to keep you close.

As he walked up the stairs he heard your soft mumbles turn to actual words. “Ste..Steve?”. Your head raised slightly from his shoulder but quickly flopped back down in exhaustion when you realised it was just him. “Yeah hun it’s me, we’re just going to bed okay”. He didn’t get a response so assumed you’d fallen back to sleep. As he entered the guest room you awoke again. “No..n..not this room steve, y..your room”. Steve chuckled but compiled as he turned around and closed the guest room door. “Okay if that’s what you want”.

He carefully placed you down onto his bed and climbed in next to you. After he’d pulled the covers over you both and layed down himself he felt your head move to rest on his chest and your arms wrap around him. You were so clingy when you were asleep. It was adorable really, how safe you felt with him.

As you layed there asleep in his arms Steve thought about how happy he was like this. You were all he needed, this feeling when you were together like this was worth facing his fears for. There was no question about it, he needed to tell you how he felt.

It seems you both had things to tell each other.

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The feeling was back. That sickening aching weight of nausea that only came in the morning couldn't have come at a worst time. You had woken up warm, cosy and at home in Steve's arms, this moment was quickly cut short though when you felt the agonising and now familiar wave of sickness wash over you. As gently as you could in your sense of urgency you unwrapped yourself from Steve's arms. You pretty much sprinted to his bathroom that was connected to his bedroom thankfully. Falling onto your knees in front of the toilet you began to retch out sick uncontrollably, it'd had never been this bad before.

Little did you know a few metres away Steve had noticed your absence from his arms and had woken up. Rubbing his eyes he heard you throwing up in his bathroom and fully woke up.

"Y/n you okay in there?!". All he got in response was more retching. He immediately clambered out of his bed and ran to you, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process.

"I'm coming don't worry!".

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a/n- heyy sorry this took SO long, school has been kicking my ass this week. pls leave any thoughts u have, i would rly love to know ur opinions. Thanks for reading!!💕💕 reblogs would be very appreciated❤️

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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.

And my, my love had been frozen. Deep blue, but you painted me golden.

Warnings: 18+, mdni! there will be smut in the future chapters. enemies to lovers, 'she fell first, he fell harder' kind of trope, allusions to unrequited love, mentions of death, injuries, allusions to self hatred, mentions of bullying, this story is set post s4, Vecna and the upside down are gone. slow burn. ‘hate’ sex. fwb kinda thing but they’re ‘enemies’. mean!reader, mean!Steve, hurt/comfort, happy ending.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You and Steve have never seen eye to eye, and it never changed, not even when you were pulled into a world of monsters and risked your life to save him. But tension had always been between you both, something that neither of you ever wanted to admit -- but how much longer can you take it when the pull between you gets stronger and stronger each second you spend by each others side?

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Prologue

Chapter one ⭐︎ Waiting Room

Chapter two ⭐︎ I want you to notice, when I’m not around

Chapter three ⭐︎ So if you need to be mean, be mean to me

Chapter four ⭐︎ Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

Chapter five ⭐︎'Cause you know it could never be

Chapter six ⭐︎ Secrets I have held in my heart

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#platonic with a capital P, even in real life

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I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM

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the babiest of all babiest brown eyes to ever exist

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y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

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JOE KEERY Fargo Season 5 Premiere - Nov. 15, 2023

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sorry mom, i got a small unpopular blog to run

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I kinda abandoned my blog for a hot minute but there’s a few fluffy/angsty fics of Steve Harrington and Billy hargrove pinned to my page now.

I promise I’m gonna come back and write the requests and some other ideas I have but life got in the way.

But in the meantime go to my Masterlist, and feel free to request more stuff even tho it might take me a while to get to it 😅 love and miss you guys

xo Jessie 💋

where is the fluff

i hate smut

i just need some really fluffy fluff without the spiciness

i don't mean to offend, but there is a time and place for spiciness and it is not in reader inserts about teenagers/young adults and is much more suitable for when you're eating indian food.

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in a world full of boys, he’s a gentleman 🥹

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STEVE HARRINGTON Stranger Things, 1.08 - The Upside Down

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Joe Keery for Behind The Blinds Magazine, 2023

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I LOVE HANDS

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this is so sick and twisted btw

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JOE KEERY for WWD (2023)

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I want him to ruin me