Reader Imagines

1) reading a longfic chapter by chapter, leaving an increasingly emotional comment on every chapter, descends into keysmashes near the end: outstanding

2) read one fic by accident, clicked the author name, now working steadily through the backlog and commenting on everything, I wake up to an AO3 inbox full of enthusiasm: precious beyond words

summary steve takes you to see the fireworks and has something important to tell you [2k]

warnings fluff, mutual pining, love confessions, first kiss, best friend!reader, gn!reader, no s4 spoilers, steve is a softie under all the sarcasm, requested here

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"It's really fucking cold." 

"You knew we were coming here tonight," Steve says, rolling his eyes at you. You almost miss it, surrounded by the roaring din of the crowd collected for the Hawkins fourth of July display. 

"I didn't know it would be cold. It's summer." 

"In Indiana. Here," Steve says quickly, coming to a stop. People carve a path around you, the two of you rocks in a stream as he shrugs out of his jacket. 

"I can't take your jacket," you say, shaking your head. You feel instantly guilty for complaining. 

"Shut up and put it on. I know you, Y/N, if you don't take it you'll complain all night and I'll have to listen."

He forces the outerwear into your hand. You run the fabric between your fingers. Steve sighs loudly and long-suffering until you concede and pull it on, instantly engulfed by his warm, heady scent that you love. 

"Smells like a department store," you mutter. 

Steve rolls his eyes for the second time and starts to walk off without you. You skip to catch up with him, tripping over someone's shoes and knocking straight into his side. You grab at his sweatshirt sleeve and he steadies you deftly, apologising to the man you'd almost steamrolled. 

"What's the matter with you?" he asks, laughing, hand hot on your arm. 

You smile at him, feeling every finger's individual heat like a brand. "Sorry, Steve."

summary: Steve sometimes needs to be reminded that real love comes without conditions. (word count: 1.6k)

warnings: one (?) curse word, kissing, let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed. 

a/n: I was thinking about soft and vulnerable steve and i really just want someone to  hold him close and tell him it’s okay fr fr. 

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Loving Steve is easy, even when he’s under the impression that it’s not. 

“I’m really sorry, it’s just Robin really needs me to cover her shift and she took one for me last week so-”

Mini Drabble

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (gender neutral) Reader

Summary: things at home suck so Eddie offers you salvation at his place

Warnings: parents arguing, tiniest bit of angst, mostly fluff

A/N: a self-indulgent fic? from me? never.... um yeah let’s just say this is my current go to reality shift when shit gets hectic at home. I hope you guys like this and enjoy our favourite cool guy goofball, Eddie Munson <3

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend was never part of the plan, especially when you figured you weren’t Eddie’s type. But a trip home to sub in for a Hellfire meeting brings you more than a victory.

Warnings: Some anxiety, some insecurity, idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, fear of unrequited love, mention of Eddie’s extracurricular activities (if you squint).

Pairing: Eddie x fem!Reader

Word Count: 8.2k ((how the ever-loving fuck did we get here))

Stranger Things Taglist | Requests are open for Eddie & Steve!

The invitation to join Hellfire for a night was far from a surprise.

Despite the distance - you in Indianapolis, Eddie in Hawkins - he kept you up to date on the latest happenings of the club you once attended regularly. As far as you could tell, not much had changed beyond your absence and as much shit as he gave the freshmen - a gaggle of children, some of whom you recognized as the siblings of former classmates - he was fond of them. They exasperated him - “Henderson’s a pain in my ass. He’s so smug! Some humility wouldn’t hurt him. Little shit.” - but he was convinced that Hellfire would be in good hands with them.

A blessing, really, because someone needed to carry on the legacy when he graduated (finally).

A/N: There is a tiny scar on Poe's cheek and my job is to kiss it until it is gone, this fic is about that. See also: THIS GIF for vibes. [Title from "This is how you fall in love" by Jeremy Zucker]

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 970

CW: Non-sexual nudity, angst if you squint, Poe getting out of the shower, sleepy Poe.

It is always nice to hear the shower running when you enter your quarters at the end of the day. On a regular day it means the day is over; today, it means Poe is back. You can’t help the smile that spreads on your lips as you start getting ready for bed, changing into your pajamas as you hear the water being turned off.

Poe comes out already matching your smile, tired eyes meeting yours with crinkles around them. “Hi, welcome back!” You greet him excitedly when you see each other. His steps are wobbly, the towel around his hips dangling like a skirt making you chuckle. It’s always a sight to see, his toned chest and his shoulders on display even in this completely innocent way, even with his damp and un-styled curls.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Poe’s tired voice makes you smile even more. His curls are dripping, falling over his forehead even after he shakes the water droplets away and making them fall on you.

“How was the mission?” Your open arms welcome him as you hug his neck to kiss him softly, relishing in the feeling of his lips against yours after being a week apart. You couldn’t care less about the water drops making your shirt wet, his arms wrap around you as he starts kissing all over your face, smiling when you giggle under his touch the moment his freshly-shaven stubble begins to tickle your neck. You push his wet curls back then, scratching his scalp in that way you know he loves so much.

(‘‘I don’t know how to love someone.’‘ + “You make my heart feel some type of way and it’s freaking me out.”)

A/N: I've seen a lot of dumb-shit-doing!Eddie when high, but that's not the case for everyone when they smoke weed. It affects people differently. Some people get the relaxing benefits...and spills

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After your shift at the music store, you drove to Eddie's trailer. He had left it unlocked for you, so you let yourself in. 

The stench of weed hit your nose the second you opened the door, telling you all you needed to know about Eddie's after school activities. 

You didn't mind him smoking. It was his choice. But he could at least crack open a window. There's no way Wayne won't smell it when he’ll get back from his shift at the factory in the morning.

''Eddie?'' you called in the trailer, letting him know of your presence. 

Eddie Munson x Transmasc!Reader, 18+ as a rule of thumb, fluff, mentions of beer and weed, coming out Short one-shot 900 words

movie night crush

pairing: steve harrington x male reader

summary: a lil fic based on the req! ty for requesting!!

cws: none

wordcount: 482

Horror movies were not your thing. But Steve Harrington definitely was, so you endured them. If it meant you could cuddle up to him on the pre-tense of being scared, you could deal with it. you and Steve had been friends for a while and movie watching was your thing, and you loved it.

"You're such a scaredy-pants! It's not even that scary!"

"Yeah it is!! Shut up!"

You buried your face in his chest every jumpscare, every instance of threatening violin strings, every noise. He kept looking down at you, his face getting warmer and warmer. By the end of the movie, his emotions were all over the place. He awkwardly hugged you goodbye, something he never did with any of his other male friends but had developed a habit of doing with you, and shut the door. He was on the phone to Robin in minutes.

"Like, what the hell! one minute we're watching a movie, and the next minute I'm looking down at him while he's...god, he's just so...I just don't get it!"

"Might I suggest that maybe, just maybe, you have the tiniest of crushes on Y/n?" She replied casually.

"Robin, c'mon, don't be ridiculous, I don't....I can't...."

"Mmhmm."

"Jesus, am I cursed to like people who don't like me back of something?"

"Oh come on, Steve. He definitely likes you back. just...be honest with him."

So, on Robin's advice, he invited you over for another movie. This time, he didn't chose a scary one. You both sat on his couch, not touching. The movie began, and when you didn't make to get closer, he felt his hopes begin to falter.

You saw his slightly disappointed expression instantly.

"Steve? what's up?"

"You're not..." He made vague gestures at his chest and the space in front of it. You felt your face warm.

"I...i mean, i can, i-if that's what you-"

Steve leant over and grabbed you, pulling you next to him. You leant your head against his chest, and heard his heart rate. It was incredibly fast for someone who was sitting down.

The movie ended, and you slowly departed from your comfy position next to Steve. You stood up and thanked him for the movie and made to leave, but Steve took your hand.

"Steve," You began apologetically, "I gotta go, it's getting dark-"

"Kiss me."

The words left Steve's mouth before he could really register them. You paused, feeling your skin go hot. You stepped forward, leant down, and pressed your lips to his so gently you both melted into one another. Steve slowly began pulling at you until you were straddling him where he sat on the sofa, his hands at your waist, kissing you softly.

You pulled away, slightly breathless.

Steve chuckled, stroking your cheek affectionately.

sorry this took so long to respond, i read your message and it inspired something in me

Daylight

summary: Hawkins has gone to hell but Steve and Eddie still find the good in you

Steve Harrington x Reader

Eddie Munson x Reader

gender neutral reader! no y/n

word count: 1.6k

warnings: little mentions of blood, minor editing

This is half Steve, half Eddie falling in love with you while at Skull Rock (both in the regular world and in the Upside-Down) and you being an oblivious idiot. The first half is Steve, the second half is Eddie, you can read them as if they're one story, or two separate ones :)

This is also part of a challenge I've made up myself (maybe, I haven't seen anyone else do it) inspired by Harry Styles' new album Harry's House, where I'll be writing one blurb/one-shot for each song on the album in hopes that it gets me back in the writing groove

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It was a wonder, really. Steve was amazed by you. This was, what, the fourth time some shit went and threatened the lives of everyone in this damn town and you still managed to hold it all together, keep everyone in check and not have a total mental breakdown.

You stood over by Dustin, body turned so you were half facing the boy and half facing the circle, watching him pace back and forth with general curiosity. Head tilted ever so slightly to the right, eyes following him as he made tracks in the leaves, pausing every couple seconds. Your head would perk up an inch every time he stopped, and Steve thought that you knew something that the rest of them didn't but he was too distracted by the slope of your nose, the fluttering of your eyelashes and the way you fiddled with your hair to say anything about it.

And it turns out, he wasn't wrong.

But he was merely following you, you had this innate sense about trusting people. Your gut never steered you wrong and you always listened to it. Steve could see it on your face the second you thought something was off. It always took you a minute to admit that you knew something wasn't right, you would fidget with your fingers, your brows would nearly touch, and sometimes you would even bite on your thumb nail, but it never failed that you were right on the money. You were even right about Eddie, who Steve was apprehensive to trust, but not you. You sailed right in, distracting the curly haired super senior who was holding something sharp to his neck, talked him off the ledge and it made him jealous that you saved him by being so nice to the freak.

Not that Steve really thought he was a freak anymore.

he really does need to graduate to be fair

You sit knee to knee with Eddie, your arms crossed over your chest, trying not to watch him as he answers the practice questions you'd written out for him. It makes him nervous. 

He slides the paper over to you when he's done. You know he had a hard time – is having a hard time. School isn't easy for everyone, and every year his self-esteem takes another hit. You want him to feel as amazing as he is, and when you go over his answers you can't help a wild grin from growing on your face. 

"Yep," you say. "Yep, good job. They're right." You set his paper down. 

"Which ones?" he asks, uncharacteristically quiet. 

You meet his eyes, honey brown, melty soft. Something disheartened lining the corners. 

"All of them, Eds." 

He smiles slowly. "All of them?" 

You nod, excited. "All of them. I'm so proud of you. You did them fast, too."

"You are?" he asks. 

"Are you kidding? We've been trying so hard. You've been trying so hard."

"Should've tried this hard two years ago," he mutters self-deprecatingly. 

You nudge him with your elbow until he laughs under his breath. "Don't try play that shit with me, Munson. I know you tried your best." You wrap your hand around the crook of his elbow and squeeze gently. "Sometimes we need help." 

He nods, a little spacey, and after a few seconds he grins and looks at his hands, twisting one of his rings around and around. "It's easier when you have a hot teacher like I do." 

You wrinkle your nose. "You think Mrs. Jennica is hot?" 

Title: Flyboys & Kisses

Poe Dameron x GN!Reader

A/N: Divider by @/firefly-graphics. Usage of ‘and’ as well as ’&’ is intentional. the small font is intentional as well. Certain sentences are fully lowercase and that is intentional.

Word count: 287

Warnings: Fluff, Autistic Poe Dameron, ADHD Poe Dameron, kissing, needy touches,

Prompt: pulling your lover closer by the waistband from this list.

You tug him close your fingers digging into the orange jumpsuit a smile playing on your features. One Poe gladly returns in his usual lopsided manner cocking his head to the side “Hey, starlight.” 

“Hey, commander.” you tease & you feel a shudder wrack through him like you’ve ignited a fire in his gut. His eyes downcast from you suddenly too embarrassed to face you but when you kiss him—oh maker when you kiss him, he melts. A noise leaves his throat softly & his hands slot on your waist just to keep himself grounded with you near his X-wing. He’s only just landed five minutes ago so he hasn’t much time to fully center himself from the lack of loud noise, the freedom of a confined space-

“Love you,” you murmur suddenly & his heart screams in his chest–his hands squeezing you happily. Noses bump together softly & he grins more just meshing into you happily all too content to suffocate with you deep in his lungs.

“Love you too,” he replies finally a soft sigh emitting from him when you pop the collar of his jumpsuit. He’s never liked the tightness of it around his throat but it keeps him safe so–unwillingly–he keeps it shut until you pop it open for him. Nimble fingers smooth along his collarbones, your fingers hooking into the necklace he always wears around his neck & finally looping into some of his damp curls

“Miss you,” you whisper & he hums kissing you languidly again resisting every urge to push the kiss further “---so much,” you add & he whines something strangled

this DID NOT end up a baby blurb <3 for you my angel

1k words gn!reader of giggly kisses with Steve

It's the kind of laughing that feels sticky. Fondness has you close-lipped and still you find yourself giggling as you kiss him, your twin smiles pressing together lightly, over and over. 

"You're impossible to kiss when you get like this," Steve says, though his tone would suggest he doesn't mind, not one bit. 

"I'm sorry," you say, similarly insincere as you stroke your hand over the side of his pretty face.

His smile affects every feature. His bark brown eyes squint softly. His lips turn up at the corners, lopsided in his pleasure driven sloveness. His pert nose flares with every laugh, and his cheeks apple with the force of his deitific grin. 

You lean forward to dot kisses over all of it. One kiss to each cheek, each eyelid, his nose bridge and the tip, his cupids bow, his lips. You giggle chestily to yourself as you do, enjoying the sensation of his hands over your back and your abdomens pressed together as your weight bares down on him. 

You brush the hair from his eyes and hold his face firmly in place as you kiss his forehead and his hairline.  

You pause, chest on fire at the sounds of his dizzied chuckling. 

Steve's hands climb over your shoulders, arms locked under yours, hugging you tightly as he kisses your bared throat clumsily, tiny hot pecks and then, to your startled delight, a careful nibble. 

You sigh at the feeling. 

"You like that?" he asks knowingly. 

You burst into a breathless pitch of laughter at his question and pull back so he can't get you anymore, meeting his heavy-lidded gaze. "Very much," you say sweetly. 

"How much?" he asks. 

Knead

Marc Spector/Steven Grant X G!N reader

Rating : T+

Wordcount : 2300 (ish)

Warnings : Fluff, mild angst, mention of blood, mention of canon style violence, mention of food, some innuendos and spice 

Summary : You offer to help Marc and Steven relax a little after a long night 

Prompts - “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.” + "Your back is so tense. Would you like a massage?"

Gif by salome-c

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The night drags out in the winter, long and dark as you toss and turn in a cold empty bed. It's not the first night you've been alone, and you know it won't be the last, but every night they are gone ends this way — restless and sleepless. You know eventually the sun will rise, the moon will disappear again for another night, and you hope that then, they will come home to you. 

Sitting up, you run your hands over your face, the movement stirring up the lingering familiar scent of them from their sweater. You'd thrown it on as the wind had rattled the window panes, the cold breeze sneaking through the gaps to bite at your skin. The smell brings a soft familiar warmth to you, as though you could imagine them here, their arms wrapped around you. 

Technically it's Marc's sweater, a point Steven likes to make continually since he hates it, preferring his patterned shirts to Marc's usual wardrobe of darker colours, but it's still a comfort that reminds you of them both. 

Swinging your legs out of bed, you let the cold wood floor ground you for a moment, pulling you from dark and depressing thoughts. They always came home to you, there's no reason tonight should be any different, and yet the restlessness won't cease. 

♡ fem!reader | 0.5k words

Steve mumbles while he watches TV. You can't help but look up at him from where you lounge with your head in his lap, trying to decipher his soft babbling without asking. 

He presses his lips together tightly and his hands remain steady and still at your shoulders so you pay him no mind and return to the book held open on your chest. 

Worn, yellowed pages wrinkle under your hands as you try to find your place. 

His fingers flex where they rest. One hand follows the curve of your neck, his touching so light it makes you quiver, an accidental intake of breath that startles him. 

He looks down. "Huh?" 

You look up. "What?" 

"You're shivering." 

His eyes are just as pretty from this angle. "You tickled me," you murmur, your lips curving up into a soft smile. 

His hand flattens against the underside of your jaw. "Sorry." 

"It's okay, baby," you murmur.

Steve pretends he doesn't like pet names but you know each one gets him good. His lips twist and he bends down, your eyes growing closer and closer together. 

"How's your book?" he asks fondly.