#hearts4steve

steve harrington x fem!reader fluff

a part of my this love au !

cw: plot inaccuracies (for the plot, sue me)

how every member of the party realized you and steve were in love, true love. this time, it was will.

you and will weren’t really that close. you joined the party only after the whole upside down thing unfolded.

when you took multiple beatings in an underground russian base, refusing to let a single piece of information slide, he realized you were strong. not physically, but where it really matters.

he really saw it after vecna picked max as his next victim.

everyone was sleeping over at the wheelers’, staying close, eyes on max. everyone was in shambles; max was one of their best friends—she was a member of the party.

you, miraculously, held it together. not for yourself or for your own sanity, but for the kids that found themselves roped into unfortunate circumstance after unfortunate circumstance.

you didn’t make will feel weak when you caught him crying, you did the exact opposite. you didn’t tell him to wipe his tears and man up, in fact, you encouraged him to let it all out. “there’s no shame in feeling.” you told him. “feeling means you’re strong. don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.”

and he took your advise to heart.

you thought everyone other than you and steve were asleep.

will wasn’t.

will didn’t have many good male figures in his life—well, other than his moms boyfriend, bob. he died before will and jonathan could fully accept his presence. will understood that he was an objectively good man, but he didn’t truly feel it.

he was wary—of course he was! it’s not easy to accept that good men exist after his own father turned out to be a grade A asshole.

he loved steve harrington and trusted him with his life. but boyfriend steve? he was waiting for him to mess up. waiting for something to happen. he knew it was wrong to feel that way, but it’s all he’s ever known. his father royally fucked up, bob died, hopper died, everything always ended badly in relationships and it was always in the hands of the man. all the deaths were sacrificial. they knew the hurt they would cause, yet they still went through with it, and will resented them just a bit because of what they put his mother through.

he was drifting off to sleep but forced his eyes open when he heard you and steve talk. your voices were almost drowned out by dustin’s snores and the low hum of the water heater tucked away in the corner. will strained his ears to catch the end of steve’s sentence.

“i’m just so scared.” steve admitted, swallowing the huge lump in his throat.

will heard the vulnerability in steve’s voice, something he’s never heard before. in retrospect, will shouldn’t have assumed steve was just constantly strong and level-headed, but it seemed impossible for steve to ever.. be scared.

he knew steve harrington to be many things, but never scared.

“she’s just a kid.” he added after a shaky exhale.

will was wide awake now. it shook him to his core to hear steve admit to being scared.

“i know,” you sighed, rubbing his back. “but she’ll make it out. she’s the strongest person i know. even stronger than me.”

“she’s strong, but never stronger than you.” steve acknowledged, pressing a kiss to your temple as he shifted you onto his lap and pulled you close.

will contemplated closing his eyes. it seemed like a moment too intimate for him to witness. he saw you in a way he’d never seen you before.

your jaw wasn’t clenched like you were bracing for impact.

your eyes weren’t darting around cautiously as if you were waiting for something to jump out of nowhere and attack everyone.

your shoulders weren’t tense like you were carrying the weight of the entire party—even though, in your defense, you kind of were.

there was one thing that still remained, though. the furrow in between your eyebrows. he’s never seen you without it. it got so bad that during the summer, you got tan lines in between your eyebrows.

steve smoothed his thumb over the wrinkle and you melted into his embrace, cheek smushed against his chest. “don’t want another tan line over there, do we?” steve hummed.

“just shut up and hold me, harrington.” you grumbled.

“whatever you want.” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “whatever you want.” he repeated, pulling you in even closer.

you snuggled in to his chest and your eyes fluttered at the sound of his steady heartbeat.

you sighed contentedly, somehow melting even more. your bones felt like jelly and you could swear you felt your spine decompress. the pressure you always carried in your lower back gone.

“i don’t know why people do yoga when they can just sit in their boyfriends lap.” you murmured. “i can feel my back untense.”

untense and wasn’t a word, and will was confused on why steve didn’t comment on it. he found that you made your own words up sometimes, and steve always went with it. sometimes, he even starts using them.

steve looked at you with eyes will has never seen him deploy. not with nancy or with anyone before. “i’d morph into a yoga mat if you’d ask.”

you smiled at him—really smiled. a smile will hasn’t seen on you since way before the russian base. a smile you now reserved for steve, and steve only. “i think you’re fine as is.”

“you think?” steve scoffed jokingly.

“i know.” you corrected, pushing yourself up to press a kiss to his lips.

he leaned down so you weren’t holding yourself up. will thought his position seemed so uncomfortable. it probably was, but steve would rather die than have you putting in an inch of unnecessary effort.

“i’m gonna marry you one day, you know.” he said solemnly.

will shut his eyes. yeah, he definitely shouldn’t be tuned in. this was a conversation between you and steve only.

he couldn’t help but listen on.

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.” he said firmly. “i’d do it right now.”

“do it.”

“you only deserve the best and most grandest proposal.” the end of his sentence was muffled by his kisses.

“i don’t need all of that.”

“i want to give you all of that.”

the next morning, will found you two in the same position; you curled up in steve’s lap, and steve twisted in a way that had to be unbearable but it gave you the most comfortable position to sleep in.

when you woke up and set a plate of pancakes in front of will while waiting for the rest to wake up, he couldn’t help but ask. “how’d you know steve was the one?”

you paused for a moment, “he’d do anything for me. i’d do anything for him of course, but he’d do quite literally anything. you know, last night he offered to morph into a yoga mat.”

“what,” will let out a breathy chuckle, pretending not to have witnessed the entire encounter. “that’s so weird.”

“he offered, though.” you shrugged. “he also never ever makes me cry. the only time i do is when he treats me so good i start feeling so much and i don’t know how to correctly portray my feelings. he beats himself over it because ‘a tear is still a tear.’”

“you love him?”

“so much.” you emphasized.

“and- and how can you be sure he won’t hurt you?” that was the dreaded question.

“i don’t. but i know steve doesn’t have a single bad bone in his body. he wants to act all tough but deep down he’s marshmallows and rainbows.”

“hey!” steve’s raspy voice rattled through the kitchen. will tensed. this was it. he managed to cause the first fight between you and steve. you two were gonna break up and it was all his fault.

“i’ve got a reputation to uphold, missy!” he put his hands on your hips and pulled you in for a kiss. it wasn’t demanding, just soft.

you parted your lips with a click! you turned back around and poured pancake batter onto the pan. fresh for your boyfriend, because that’s nothing short of what he deserves. “come on! the kids know how much of a sap you are for me.”

“yeah.” he nodded, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into your neck. “just for you.” he repeated ‘love you’s into your neck until you pushed him away giggling saying it tickled.

dad!steve harrington x fem!reader

when you thought you and steve were done saving kids with two left feet, but you went and had your own.

all those years spent fighting interdimensional monsters with a group of kids and clumsy teenagers sharpened you and steve’s reflexes.

you saved dustin from falling in the upside down multiple times.

steve caught a flimsy candle holder mike almost foolishly angered an 8 foot demogorgon with mid air.

you pulled lucas out of the way, saving him from dustin’s farrah fawcett spray that narrowly missed his eyes.

steve caught max before she rolled off his couch mid sleep, eyes still on the game playing on the tv.

you caught will’s plastic cup filled with paint-induced water that he accidentally nudged with his elbow before it fell to the ground and stained the carpet. not a single drop fell. “you were gonna get the stain out, by the way.” he smiled sheepishly and continued painting.

steve caught a stumbling el that was trying on your heels for the first time. they were a tad bit too high for her first try. she almost fell on her face, but steve was right there in front of her, hands on her shoulders as he straightened her back up.

so when you had extremely clumsy kids of your own, you two saved yourselves multiple trips to the emergency room.

it had been a long day.

your youngest daughter had a fit over her mushy breakfast and threw her bowl on the ground—or attempted. it had hardly even left her hands when you snatched it and slammed it back on the table. “no throwing, love.” you reminded, eyes stern but voice sweet.

your oldest was pushing your middle child on a cart on your porch before she got distracted by the makeshift ball pit. your middle child was edging dangerously close to the edge of the stairs, almost toppling down, at a speed that made your heart clench. steve pulled her back with a laugh. “close one, huh?”

you and your kids were all playing in the living room. you moved the coffee table out of the way and sat in the middle of the carpet. steve was passing by when your youngest seemed a bit wobbly. she wasn’t even a year old yet, but you were trying to get her to start sitting up. she fell backwards, but the throw pillow steve launched her way prevented her head from slamming on the floor. “good job, baby!”

you were making cookie batter, your daughter sat on the kitchen island talking about 3rd grade drama. you made a joke and she laughed so hard she toppled over the edge. you caught her by the leg and pulled her back up. “careful, baby!”

steve was in your backyard, teaching your middle child and her friend how to play baseball. your daughter held the bat and swung it, almost hitting her friend in the face had steve not held out his arm. he was thankful the impact was on his forearm and not the poor girls face. “watch the swings, hon!”

you and steve decided you were done with physical activity for the day. everyone were to sit still and watch a movie. and that worked out, for the most part.

your oldest was laying down on the floor, a bowl of popcorn right now to her, watching the movie intently.

your youngest was in her baby bouncer, your leg on it moving up and down to do the actual bouncing that never failed to lull her to sleep.

your middle child was laying on steve’s chest, mouth open, drool seeping, forming a little puddle on steve’s shirt. he was too far gone to even notice. his own mouth lay open, resembling your daughter. he had his right hand laying lazily on her back. she let out a little mumble and shifted. and shifted again. and again. until she decided the shifts weren’t satisfying enough, and decided to roll. if she had moved an inch, she would roll off his chest and onto the floor, right on your oldests head. his grip tightened and she remained in place.

you shook your head and laughed.

જ⁀➴ chronically online bullshit

joe keery x famous!reader

a part of my instagram au!

rough rough!

“okay,” you whispered to the camera. “joe is—like—chronically offline, so i’m obviously gonna do some tiktok trends on him. i don’t think he’s gonna recognize them.” you pause then add, “i hope not.”

you plopped down next to him, his hand immediately finding its way onto your thigh, giving you a light squeeze.

you stare at your phone, pretending you’re scrolling on tiktok when you let out a, “hm.”

he looked up from his phone. “what?”

“apparently it’s—like—impossible to say the word rough twice in a row.”

he snorted. “that’s not true.”

“you try it then.” you scoffed.

“okay.” he narrowed his eyes at you. “rough rough.”

your face turned red from holding in a laugh, only barely managing to squeeze out the next couple of words. “good boy.”

his eyes widened in realization before he let out a bark of laughter. “fucks sake.” he shook his head, a smile still on his face, as he returned to his phone.

you looked back at the camera and held up a discreet thumbs up.

guess who i found on tinder

joe was laying down on your lap, eyes closed as you ran a hand through his hair.

your abrupt stop made him peel an eye open. when he saw you staring at your phone screen with your jaw practically to the floor, he frowned. “what?”

“jake’s on tinder.”

“what—my jake?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“yes.” you nodded vigorously.

“i didn’t take him for the tinder type.” he muttered, already closing his eyes and bringing your hand back to his hair.

he tensed up, eyes flickering from you to your phone. his mouth open and closed like a fish out of water. when he spoke, his voice was cautious and small. “how- how do you know he’s on tinder?”

“i found him.” you shrugged.

he blinked. “as in—like—on tinder?”

“yeah, silly.”

he paused. “why are you on tinder?”

“…am i not supposed to?”

his eyes bulged out of their sockets. “are you—i sure—you aren’t—” he stammered.

“i’m joking!” you laughed. you brought your phone camera close to his face to show him you were recording. “gotcha.”

he let out a relieved sigh, bringing a hand to rub his face. “you scared the shit out of me.”

you leaned down and pressed an apology kiss to his lips.

we need to talk

you walked in the living room shy and timid, completely unlike you.

you briefly glanced towards the camera you set near the tv to ensure it was still in place.

joe noticed the change in your demeanor and sat up a bit straighter.

you cleared your throat. “we need to talk.”

his throat bobbed. “o-okay.” he shifted on the couch and patted the spot next to him.

you sat next to him but kept your distance. joe’s heart dropped to his ass and you could see it on his face. “what’s up?”

“i- i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now.” you started off slow. “i don’t mean to start anything—i just… it’s been eating away at me, and it’s not like me to keep something from you.”

he nodded. “ask.”

“what would you do…” you kissed your teeth, attempting to bite back a smile. “if when you okay so he said yes would go?”

“i- what?” he blinked.

you doubled over in laughter, head falling down to his thighs.

“jesus.” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “you almost killed me. i almost died.”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” you said in between fits of laughter. “god—you should’ve seen your face!”

“i felt my face!” he spluttered. “you menace.”

an immediate apology kiss made him feel a bit better.

wiping the spoon

you deliberately bought a pint of joe’s favorite ice cream flavor. you scooped some out in a bowl and sat next to him.

his head flew up, already smelling the ice cream. his eyes landed on your bowl.

“want a bite?”

he nodded.

you scooped some up and held the spoon to his mouth.

he licked the spoon clean, and you wiped it with a tissue after.

he did a double take, not believing his eyes. “can i have another?”

you nodded, holding up another bite to his mouth.

he ate it like a normal person, yet you still wiped the spoon clean.

he blinked, confused. “i was just eating you out—”

“nope!” you squealed, lunging for the camera.

“you and these pranks.” he shook his head.

don’t want a kiss

“the tables are turning.” joe said firmly to his phone camera. “i held a meeting with my sisters about y/n’s monstrous pranks and they told me to prank her back. i’m not up to date with all this chronically online bullshit so they gave me a couple options.” he stared at you sprawled on the couch. “i hope she doesn’t get upset with me. fingers crossed.”

the moment he walked in the living room, you sat up to give him space to sit next to you.

when he plopped down on the opposite end of the couch, you scooted over until your thighs were touching.

he pretended to be preoccupied on his phone.

you brought your lips to his cheek and he ducked.

“excuse you.” you scoffed. you held his face and attempted to give him a kiss on the lips but he pursed his lips and moved them to the side. “what’s wrong with you!”

“i don’t want a kiss right now.” he muttered.

your eyebrows furrowed, slightly annoyed and even more hurt. “as if that’s an option?”

“my body my choice.”

your jaw dropped.

his eyes flickered to his phone and you followed his line of sight.

when you saw his reflection staring back at him with the red dot on the top of the screen you scoffed. “fair play.”

“should’ve set it up farther away.” he acknowledged.

well yes please! thanku for requesting :)

જ⁀➴ tease with a chain

joe keery x reader

seeing joe preform was otherworldly.

he strutted the stage like he owned it; confidence oozing out of his every move.

it was hot. undoubtedly so.

you were staring, and he knew it.

not the fond or amused look you usually sported. this one carried something on the borders of infatuation.

you ignored the red flush that was creeping its way onto your neck and blinked any stray thoughts away.

those quickly returned when he gave you a sly smirk accompanied by a wink before grinding into his mic stand.

you’ve never wanted to be an inanimate object this bad.

he was still buzzing after the show, the energy from the crowd had seeped into him and has yet to simmer.

he was laughing loudly, and his hand twitched every now and then. he was drunk on adrenaline. that’s why you were very surprised when he turned down the boys when the asked him if they he wanted to go get drinks with them.

the car ride to your apartment was quiet, but not in a bad way. never in a bad way.

he looked out the window, a soft smile still on his face. he rubbed the pad of his thumb over your knuckles, occasionally giving you a firm squeeze.

a soft sigh escaped his lips upon seeing your apartment come into view.

he put the key through the lock and took a deep breath the second he walked in. the smell of fresh laundry and whatever you had been baking earlier that day instantly flooded his senses.

home.

you placed your hands on his shoulder blades and kneaded the muscle. he let out an involuntary groan.

“let’s go lay down.” you hummed, patting his back.

“couch.” he all but managed to mumble. “bed too far.”

the moment you stretched your legs on the couch he made his way on top of you, face buried in the crook of your neck. he stopped worrying about crushing you long ago, learning that the added weight comforted you.

you slid your hand under his shirt and lightly dragged your fingers along his back, offering a scratch here and there.

you moved your hand to the nape of his neck, running your fingers through the hairs that rested there.

he gave your waist a light squeeze in return.

“can i say something?” you murmured.

“mhm.” he hummed into your neck.

“your butt looked so good today.” you sighed. “couldn’t stop staring.”

he lifted himself up on his forearms, a teasing grin on his face. “i know. i saw.”

your eyes darted to his chain that was dangling off of his neck then back to him. you swallowed.

“you with me?”

you blinked rapidly, stinking your tongue out to wet your bottom lip. “hm?”

he inched his face closer, his nose brushing yours. “i asked you what else you saw.”

just like that, your iq seemingly dropped to the double digits. you understood the words coming out of his mouth, but you couldn’t piece them together. you couldn’t process them. you couldn’t form a reply.

“c’mon, baby, don’t tell me you didn’t see.” he whispered. “i put on a show for you.”

your throat bobbed. “for me?”

he leaned closer, lips only mere millimeters apart. his cold chain now rested on your chest. when he spoke, his lips grazed yours. “all for you.”

your head felt fuzzy.

he leaned back, reverting to his original position, and you bit back a frustrated groan. his chain swung with the movement and you let out a huff through your nose.

“what’s wrong?” he tilted his head in mock concern.

you arched your back in an attempt to bring your lips closer. he put a firm hand on your sternum and pushed you back down. “where ya going?”

he swayed his body ever so slightly that you would’ve completely missed it had his fuckass chain not swung. you swore he did it on purpose. he did it to see your eyes flicker to the sliver chain and get all nervous because of it dangling over you.

fucking tease.

“what do you want?” he hummed. “i’ll give it to you, you just have to ask.”

oh, you’ll show him ask.

you wrapped your index finger around the chain and tugged, forcing his lips to come crashing onto yours.

you sighed, finger still tightly wrapped around his chain. you weren’t letting go.

that was until he attempted to lick his way into your mouth. you brought your hand to rest on his sternum and pushed him away.

you got up off the couch, straightening your shirt and clearing your throat.

“what?” he blinked, confused.

“what do you want?” you hummed, using his words from earlier. “i’ll give it to you, you just have to ask.”

his lips parted slightly in disbelief. he looked down at his hard on then to you, silently pointing at it.

you shrugged and walked away. the second your back was to him you let your grin rip through.

you hadn’t heard him coming up to you, so you were more than shocked when he suddenly picked you up and threw you over his shoulders.

“joe—” you squealed with a gasp.

he took two long strides and crossed the hallway, making it to your shared room.

steve harrington x fem!reader fluff

“i’m taking you somewhere nice tonight.” said steve, emphasizing on nice.

with the whole monster fighting ordeal you found yourself in every year without fail, you and steve hadn’t found the time—or energy—to go out on fancy dates.

you’d cuddle watching a movie, share a milkshake at the diner, and have picnics (occasionally). that’s as far as your dates go.

vecna had disappeared. was he dead or alive? nobody knew, and frankly, you didn’t care. you were alive and well, steve was alive and well, and that’s all you could ever really ask for.

“nice?” you repeated, curious.

“yeah,” steve nodded, “y’know—someplace you can dress up and stuff. i haven’t really been… on my game with our dates.”

you frowned. “what’s wrong with our dates?”

“nothing!” steve shook his head, fearing a misunderstanding would arise. “i love them. i just wanna spoil you, that’s all.”

your face flushed and he couldn’t help but press the back of his hand to your burning cheeks. it was his favorite thing to do, and it only wound you up even more. “so cute when you blush.”

you slapped his hand away. “i need to go shopping then.”

you were never one to dress up. you always settled for jeans and a baggy tee, one that was “borrowed” from steve more often than not. on the rare occasion you felt the need to show off, you wore linen pants and a ribbed tee. not much of an upgrade to most, but steve noticed. he always did.

he wordlessly handed you his wallet and you immediately shook your head. “i have the last 3 paychecks untouched, steve. you never let me pay for anything.”

“you aren’t supposed to, silly.” he rolled his eyes jokingly. “what am i here for?”

you grinned and took the wallet from his hands, pressing a peck to his lips before saying your goodbyes.

that’s how you found yourself in an unhealthy small changing room with nancy sitting patiently outside.

“can i see it?” asked nancy, growing worried at your uncharacteristic silence.

“i don’t know how i feel about it.” you muttered, smoothing the dress down with the palm of your hand.

it was a brown, structured sleeveless dress. its neckline was square shaped and dipped quite low, the curve of your breasts pushed up against the tight material on display.

“what was that?”

with a huff, you opened the door. “oh wow.” blinked nancy.

“it’s so…” you trailed off, turning around to face the mirror once more.

“not me.” you said the same time nancy said “hot.”

“oh.” the both of you blinked at each other through the reflection of the mirror.

“it’s tight, sleeveless, and has the lowest neckline ever seen.” you defended your argument, not knowing you were proving hers right.

“exactly!” she spluttered. “steve’s gonna lose his shit when he sees you in this.” she couldn’t help her eyes from trailing, well… everywhere.

“you think so?” you tilted your head, smoothing the fabric once more.

nancy dug through the articles of clothing you brought in with you and pulled out a loosely knitted cardigan. “try it with this.”

you slipped it on and nancy let out a gasp, “oh, you just have to buy this.”

you weren’t exactly convinced, but you knew nancy wouldn’t lie. so, you took the dress and the cardigan to the counter to pay. nancy observed as you took out a thick, black wallet. one that most definitely did not belong to you.

she couldn’t stop the grin from forming when you opened it and accidentally pulled out a picture of you and steve when you were fumbling with his cards.

you were staring straight at the camera, tongue out while steve was merely staring at you. a smile so unbelievably soft painted on his face, and an unbearably lovestruck glint in his eyes.

what she hadn’t known was you pulled out two pictures. the second right behind the first. you were quick to stuff the picture back in. you wouldn’t bear it if she saw it. it was a picture of you curled inwards, sleeping, in steve’s bed, completely bare after the night you had before.

your hand draped across the bed covered only a small part of your boobs. you knew he took the photo, you just didn’t know he actually carried it around with him everywhere.

you went home and got ready, nancy hovering in the background, laying on your bed. she didn’t talk and that’s what you liked most about your friendship; there was no such thing as awkward silence. you accepted the fact that one of you doesn’t have to be talking all the time. silence is okay. silence is good.

“this is so weird.” you muttered, staring at your reflection. it was like seeing your face plastered on a mannequin.

“yeah.” agreed nancy. “but it’s so good.”

it was good.

dressing up was good. going out with steve was good. going out period was good. having some alone time without one of the kids barging in was good.

you looked good.

when the doorbell rang, you knew steve arrived. nancy clapped her hands to her thighs and got up. she walked towards you and straightened your cardigan, hands resting on your shoulders.

one look into your eyes and she could tell you were freaking out.

what if this wasn’t what he had been expecting? sure, steve has seen you naked before, but this was different. dressing up was different. she fluffed the curl resting on your shoulder.

“he’s gonna love it.”

you let out a quiet sound. “how do you know?”

“because he loves everything that has anything to do with you.” she pulled her hands back. “mike told me how he picked them up wearing the ugliest shirt known to man—colors clashing and everything—but he was genuinely convinced it was awesome because it had your favorite flower on it.”

you swallowed. you didn’t know that.

“when you had that trip to see your cousins in boston, he found your glasses on his nightstand and he cried. he thought you wouldn’t be able to see. it took dustin a while to convince him that they were just reading glasses and you see perfectly fine.”

your atrociously ugly glasses. you got them because they were half off and you wanted to try them out. they were hot pink with thick rims, grandma-patterns littered across the stems.

“what happened then?” you ask.

“he wore them everyday. when you came back and started using them, he found a royal blue pair just like yours. he bought them.”

your eyes widened. “they were ridiculously expensive. i only bought them because they were half off.”

“he still thinks they’re the most dashing pair of glasses he’s ever seen. he doesn’t know it’s just you that can pull everything off.” nancy gave you a smile.

the doorbell rang again. so impatient.

“he’s gonna drool all over, i know it.” hummed nancy.

you grabbed your purse and gave nancy one final look. you wrapped her in a hug and ran down the stairs.

you opened the door and steve opened his mouth, a greeting on the tip of his tongue.

no words were uttered. just wide eyes and an open mouth. he only clamped his jaw and shut his mouth to swallow. his eyes trailed all the way down and back up, resting on your exposed chest.

“you still wear that?” he asked, stepping forward until there was no distance between your bodies. his fingers fiddled with the locket resting on the top of your sternum.

he gave it to your in your sophomore year of high school. inside was a picture of you and steve on your first date. he gave it to you for valentine’s day.

“everyday.” you hummed. it was usually hidden underneath baggy shirts. you took it off before bed because you hated the way it twisted around and choked you in your sleep.

he dropped the locket and rested his hands on your waist. “you look so beautiful.” he muttered in between kisses. his hands trailed down to your hips the back up to your waist. they lingered on your back before they trailed down a bit more down south.

your giggles broke your kiss and his eyes only melted even more.

“we don’t have to go out. let’s stay here. just me and you.”

“don’t be silly, steve.” you rolled your eyes jokingly, grabbing his arm and walking him to your car. “i bought a dress for this.”

steve harrington x fem!reader

in which steve finally finds someone that feels as though they fell behind in falling in love

after high school, almost everyone in hawkins settles one way or another.

you didn’t.

a week after graduation, your boyfriend broke up with you because he was ‘looking for something serious. something long term.’

you genuinely didn’t know what to tell him, especially since you’ve spent the last two years dating him.

you were taken aback. what about you didn’t yell serious?

did he spend the last two years thinking you were just high school pastime?

also, who the fuck has an epiphany a singular week after graduation about how they must get their life together?

you found solace in cheap horror movies and cringy romcoms. you’d go through a handful a week, watching them on your couch all alone.

your friends were hopelessly and ridiculously in love with their boyfriends, spending every waking hour with them. some even got engaged.

you? you spent your days rotting in your couch with a bowl of salty popcorn.

you’d been a frequent customer for about 3 months before steve finally plucked up the courage to talk to you.

he’d been miserably trying to flirt with other customers, but they all miraculously have boyfriends.

he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t tried pulling a move on you yet. maybe the rejection would sting a little harder. he remembers seeing you tucked under the arm of some guy on the football team for a couple years in high school, but he can’t recall you anywhere near him as of late. steve didn’t want to get his hopes up, so he never asked. he never pursued. he never showed an ounce of the interest that had been eating away at him.

until that night.

he was a flustered mess under your gaze as you watched him attempt to speak. his mouth opened and closed as you approached the counter, the tips of his ears growing red.

you raised an amused eyebrow.

he cleared his throat. blinked a couple of times. restart.

“your boyfriend has good taste.” he held up the horror tape you were checking out.

you gave him a tight lipped smile. “no boyfriend.”

“what—he proposed?” steve said incredulously, eyes wide. “what’s his face?” he snapped his fingers, eyebrows furrowed. “mccoy. uh…”

you cleared your throat. “evan.”

“yeah!” steve nodded. “evan mccoy. varsity football, right?”

“mhm.” you hit the inside of your cheek. “no proposal. just up and gone.”

he slammed his palms on the counter. “you’re joking.”

“swear.” you said solemnly. “week after grad. said he was looking for something permanent or some bullshit.”

“you guys were dating for like two years!”

“i know!” you nodded vigorously.

“unbelievable.” steve scoffed.

“what about you, king steve?” you mused. “how’s your roster looking?”

“empty.” he said bluntly.

“has hell froze over?” you muttered, blinking rapidly.

“nope.” steve sighed, eyes flicking down to the counter, finger scratching away at some hardened substance. “just everyone in hawkins unanimously agreed to fall in love. and i’m just…”

“falling behind?”

he looked up at you, lips slightly parted. “yeah.” he said breathlessly.

“i’ll tell you what, king steve.”

you didn’t miss the way he slightly grimaced at the mention of his high school persona.

“how about we fall behind together at that diner down main street?”

steve froze. like, genuinely froze. finger paused mid-scratch type froze.

you would’ve backtracked. dismissed your proposal. abandon the tape and run out of the store.

but what did you have to lose by staying?

you saw the door to the backroom open slightly. a bunched up ball of paper flew straight to his head, thrown by a ring-clad hand.

that seemed to snap him out of his trance.

“yeah!” he cleared his throat. “i mean, like, yeah, sure.” he shrugged. “i can pick you up? say at 6?”

you couldn’t bite back the sickly soft smile that was making its way onto your face. “that’d be nice, steve.”

his eyes softened at the sight of your smile. oh, he was done for.

“see you then, y/n.” he handed you the tape.

you felt like you were back in high school at the girlish giggle that left your lips. “bye, steve.”

“bye.” he offered a small wave as you walked out of the store.

once the door closed behind you, robin came out of the backroom. “that was… a lot of things.”

“robin, i’m going on a date.” he muttered, almost like he was telling himself rather than robin.

“congrats, steve.” she patted his shoulder. “maybe you’ll finally stop sulking. you’re already sitting up straighter, look at you!”

“i’m going on a date.” he muttered to himself, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth. “a real one. with her.”

robin tilted her head at him.

“i had a teensy crush on her my sophomore year maybe?” he said quietly, hoping robin wouldn’t be able to hear him and just drop it.

“why didn’t you ask her out, then?! you had to wait, what, 3 years for her to ask you out?”

“i was gonna!” he defended himself. “evan mccoy asked her out start of junior year before i had the chance to.”

robin sighed, shaking her head slightly. “well, you better not mess this one up, then.”

“i won’t.” he reassured.

joe keery x fem!reader angst

cw: valentine’s day ANGSTTTTT, implied sex at the end, steamy/fluffy ending bc that’s the only way to end an angsty fic

joe’s a busy man. you knew that. it’s what pays the bills, it’s what allows you to live the life you live. doesn’t mean you like it, though.

especially not when you’re spending valentine’s day all alone.

you stared at the text he sent you, glaring at your phone. you were sure if you stared any harder, the screen would shatter into millions of pieces.

back home late :( loveyou

you rolled your eyes and swiped out of the app, opting to scroll on instagram instead.

you watched your friends’ stories; the ones in relationships were out with their significant others and the single ones gathered to celebrate galentine’s.

you were the only one all alone.

you swallowed back a scream of frustration and opened tiktok instead. the first tiktok you saw made you throw your phone on the other end of the couch.

how joe keery would treat you on valentine’s day.

you paused. how would he treat you on valentine’s day?

you crawled to your phone and scrolled through the tiktok.

he’d kiss you awake

you’d wake up with flowers overflowing your room

you’d spend most of the day eating peanut butter pretzels and watching your favorite movie

you two would get distracted (if yk what i mean 😉)

he’d take you out to a ridiculously expensive restaurant and buy you a ridiculously expensive gift. diamond ring maybe?

he’s totally the type of guy to propose on valentine’s

you shut your phone off. you couldn’t even get through the stupid slideshow.

you didn’t expect much, but you also didn’t expect absolutely nothing.

at least a bouquet of flowers. at least a card.

nothing.

when he got back home, it was 10pm. you were curled up in the couch watching my girl.

you needed an excuse to cry and that movie always did it for you.

“my girl?” his voice pierced through the silence. it stabbed you in the heart. “kinda sad for valentine’s day, don’t you think?”

you felt the anger bubbling up in your chest. “seriously?” you shot up, shooting daggers his way.

he froze mid-step. you saw his body tense up.

“you are the last person to talk about sad on valentine’s day.” you pointed an angry finger towards him.

his throat bobbed. he saw the mascara streaks on your cheeks—too aggressive to be just from watching a movie. he noticed you wearing one of your own hoodies for the first time since you two got together. the pint of ice cream on the coffee table made his knees weak.

he was done for and he knew it. “baby, i told you i’d be late-”

“ten pm is not late, joe.” you huffed. “it’s-it’s beyond late! it’s bedtime.”

“we can go to bed-”

you scoffed. “i will go to bed. you are gonna sleep on this tear stained couch.”

“that’s not fair.” he said softly. “you know how hard i’ve been working on this album.”

“you can’t take an hour or two out of your day? have lunch with me? watch a movie with me? joe, people have mind blowing sex on valentine’s day.”

“we have mind blowing sex everyday why is it so different today?!” his hands flailed around.

“because!” your eyes widened. “cupid or some shit!”

“cupid?!” he repeated, scoffing exasperatedly.

“yeah, joe, cupid!” you were well aware your argument sounded dumb, but you hoped he would read between the lines a little. “you know i don’t expect much from you-”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” his voice was sharp. defensive.

“you’re always busy. i never complain. all i wanted was two hours with you, joe. two hours.” you emphasized.

when all he could do was blink back at you, you took your blanket in your arms. “i’m taking my blanket with me.” you stomped to your room and locked the door behind you.

you hated how much of him was in your bedroom. to be fair, it was also his bedroom.

the sweatpants he took off this morning were on the floor, his jacket was draped over a chair, the cap of his perfume had rolled on the floor and resided under the vanity. you saw him everywhere.

you slid down, back to the door, and buried your face in your hands.

you heard knees popping and a grunt, followed by his back hitting the door with a thud.

you felt that familiar lump form in your throat and you tried your best to swallow it back down. you pushed the palm of your hands into your eyes to force the tears back. none of it was working.

you sniffled and you could practically feel him tense up on the other side of the door.

“baby?” his voice was gentle and soft, the defensiveness it previously held long gone. “i’m sorry, don’t cry. i was a douche. i am a douche.”

your bottom lip trembled, wanting more than anything to open the door and crawl into his lap. you wanted to seek comfort in the very thing that hurt you.

you didn’t budge. you didn’t unlock the door or acknowledge his presence, only letting another sniffle ripple through the air.

“please, y/n, i swear i’m so sorry.” you could hear the desperation in his voice.

you shook your head, not bearing to hear his voice any longer. your own knees popped as you got up and slid into bed. you hugged his pillow, inhaling his scent until it lulled you to sleep.

when you woke up with your head pounding and an empty bed, you were instantly taken back to last night. you rubbed your eyes, only smearing your mascara around some more.

you were certain you looked absolutely horrifying.

you trudged to the door and slowly unlocked it.

the sight made your heart rip in two. joe was curled up on the floor asleep. his jacket was draped over him.

it was february in new york. he probably froze to death on your hardwood floor.

“oh my god.” you whispered, eyes wide in realization. “i’m evil.” you said slightly louder.

he jolted awake, scrambling to his feet upon seeing you.

“i’m actually evil.” tears were taking over your eyes.

“no, no, no,” he shook his head. “i’m evil. i’m an idiot. i’m an evil idiot boyfriend that didn’t even think about spoiling his girlfriend on valentine’s day.”

“i made you sleep on the floor.” you were absolutely horrified.

“i made you spend valentines all alone.” he retaliated. “i deserve to sleep in a dog kennel.”

“i honestly—i don’t know what i was thinking.” he admitted. he held your hands and brought them up to his face, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “i love you so much, i’m so sorry. you don’t deserve what i did to you. please, forgive me.”

“i didn’t even give you a blanket or anything.” you were still in shock. you woke up in a daze and it has yet to wear off. you stripped him of the comfort and warmth of his own bed and you didn’t even give him a blanket to compensate.

that was not like you at all.

he tugged you to the living room, hand on the small of your back.

your lips parted once you took in the absolute garden he made of your living room.

there was a vase stuffed with flowers covering every inch of the room. the largest teddy bear you had ever seen was sprawled on your couch, a huge red heart-shaped box of chocolates tucked neatly next to it.

a big rectangular velvet box was also tucked next to the comically large teddy bear. it was expensive looking.

“when did you do all of this?” you manage to whisper.

“baby, it’s well past noon. i just made a couple of calls. you deserve way more.”

you tore your eyes off of the setup and turned to look at him. “you’re not real.”

“in a good way or bad way?”

you chuckle breathlessly and cup his face, tugging him down for a bruising kiss. you let out a pleased sigh at the proximity. you missed him.

he hoisted you up, hands gripping the plush of your ass to keep you from falling. you wrapped your legs around his waist and peeled your lips off of his. you buried your face in the crook of his neck and inhaled. “missed you.” you mumbled against his skin.

“how much?”

you tilted your head, lips grazing the skin on his neck. “so much.” you whispered. you wasted no time, your lips reconnecting with his skin. when you got to that place right under his ear you felt his knees buckle. your teeth grazed his skin and he instantly moved, feet taking him to your room.

he laid you down on the bed and started littering kisses on your neck. you tilted your head, giving him better access.

when you felt those purple bruises forming, you tugged on the hair on the nape of his neck. you needed him in a way that was aching.

“i’m gonna take such good care of you.” his teeth tugged on your earlobe before pressing a kiss right under. “everybody’s gonna know how good i make you feel. i don’t wait for some stupid holiday to fuck you dumb.”

(happy ending pls)

omg i love this and i loved writing this i hope i brought your idea to life in the way you imagined!! <33

જ⁀➴ how much i…

steve harrington x hopper!reader angst

cw: medical inaccuracies (for the plot 🙏), mentions of death, reader is injured etc

somewhere between the babysitting and the monster fighting, that—extremely thin—line between friendship and something more had blurred.

you and steve had no idea what you were or what you were hoping to get out of your little thing.

that was until vecna came around and completely changed all of your lives.