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Note: Hi! I decided to continue this story about Steve :) Please, let me know what you think. Any feedback will be appreciated! I hope you like it!

Plot: The continuation of the previous chapter. You’ve liked Steve since the moment you met him, but he only ever saw you as a friend. Today was the day Robin convinced you to finally approach him—but the universe had different plans.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/F!reader

Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual thoughts and mature themes of desire and intimacy.

Part 1. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

When Steve left, you couldn’t stop thinking how stupid it was for you to even believe he could like you back. You were meant to be just friends from the very beginning. And the fact that he left earlier today to meet another girl just proved it.

Flashback (a few months ago)

“You said he doesn’t really like to read, so why are we meeting him at the library?” you asked Robin curiously.

“He needs a book about fixing cars,” Robin explained with a shrug. “He wants to try to fix it himself before forking over his life savings to a mechanic.”

“Oh, got it.”

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The Hawkins Public Library was a place Steve Harrington only entered for a genuine, practical reason. Today, the reason was a 1982 BMW 320i with a weird knocking sound that threatened to empty his wallet.

He stalked up and down the silent rows, completely lost. The signs pointed to “Philosophy” and “Economy.” Where were the books for normal people? He scanned the shelves, looking for anything with a familiar word but found nothing. It was as if the library was deliberately hiding the useful stuff.

Just as he was about to swallow his pride and ask the frowning librarian at the reference desk for help, a familiar voice cut through the quiet from behind him.

It was Robin who spotted him first. “Speak of the devil! Steve, you’re looking for a car book in the Religion section? Bold idea.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” he said, rolling his eyes. “That librarian doesn’t look like someone who wants to make your life easier. She’d definitely hide a book about cars between Bibles.”

And there he was. Seeing him up close was completely different from hearing stories about him. For a second, your breath caught in your throat. It's just him, you thought. All the pictures you'd imagined before vanished, replaced by the actual person standing a few feet away, looking lost and frustrated.

The first thing you noticed were his eyes. Warm, chocolate brown. They held none of the arrogance or impudence you'd expected. There was only a focused, almost childlike determination — the kind used to solve a difficult but important problem. And this glimpse of something real, something genuine, breaking through the famous "Steve Harrington" persona, made your heart flip.

He’s just a guy, you told yourself, trying to calm the sudden flutter in your chest. But it was harder than you thought. He was objectively handsome man, no wonder girls went crazy about him.

Only then he noticed Robin wasn’t alone.

“Oh, hey…” you offered a small, genuine smile that softened your entire face when he finally acknowledged your presence. “Y/n, right?”

“Right. It’s nice to meet you, Steve,” you said. He noticed how you cradled the books in your arms a little closer, as if they were something fragile and valued. “And, by the way, the automotive manuals are in the next section over,” you explained, your voice gentle. “Follow me.”

It didn’t take you long to find the thick, well-worn volume he needed.

“Wow, thanks,” he said, genuinely impressed.

“Let’s hope this book has pictures,” Robin teased. “You don’t read books without pictures, right, Steve?”

“Well, this is a book about fixing things,” you came to his rescue, making Robin roll her eyes playfully. “So it would actually be useful if it had pictures.”

“That was exactly my thought,” Steve said, a note of proud relief in his voice. “Okay, I need to check this out. Who knew a library card was actually free, huh?”

The line made you laugh—a bright, clear sound that stood out in the quiet library. It made Steve smile instantly, a warm sense of relief washing over him. For the first time all day, he felt like he'd finally done something right.

End of flashback

You hated your brain. You hated that it stopped working the moment you saw him for the first time at that library. And how it handed the controls directly to your heart—and now you were left to deal with the consequences.

And you can’t lie to yourself. You always wondered what it would feel like to be his girlfriend.

You wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. Really kiss him. Not the quick, friendly peck on the cheek you’d settled for, but a real kiss. Would he hesitate, or would he pull you in like he’d been waiting for the chance?

How would his lips feel—not just on your mouth, but tracing the line of your neck, the soft skin of your shoulder?

You wondered what his hands would feel like holding your face, his thumbs brushing your cheekbones as if memorizing you?

You wondered what his voice would sound like when he tries to calm you down.

And yes…you wondered what it would feel like to be intimate with him.

Would he take his time, or just take you? Would the first time be a slow, trembling exploration, or a frantic claiming against the first wall you found?

You wondered what it would feel like to knot your fingers in his hair while he went down on you?

You wondered about the aftermath. Would he kiss your shoulder, your temple, your closed eyelids? Would he play with your hair, or lazily trace circles on your bare back while your heartbeats slowed together?

You wondered how your name would sound from his lips when he fell apart–a prayer, a plea, the only word left?

You wondered what it would feel like to have him move inside you. Not as some abstract fantasy, but the real, breathtaking fullness of it—the stretch, the rhythm, the rightness of it.

You wondered how the morning after would look. How it would feel to wake up in his arms, his body warm and solid against your back, his breath stirring your hair before either of you were fully awake.

A sigh escaped you, defeated and heavy. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to crush the thoughts before they could fully form. But it was no use.