#strangerthingsfanfic

this story meant more to me than i expected it to

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hopper wrote a letter to Lila during the winter of '85. About growing up. About Steve. About the freedom to spread her wings. But sadly, she's only reading it now… without him.

I nod, pulling away from their arms and following her to one of the bedrooms where she had slept for the rest of the summer.

She sits down on the floor, motioning for me to do the same, handing me a letter while another one is in her hand.

- Dad wrote us each a letter... she explains, making my eyes widen in surprise. Joyce told me yours is from last winter when Steve started coming to the house at the beginning, and mine is from this summer when Mike was coming over. But I wanted us to read them next to each other...

- Of course, that's not a problem, my angel. I understand... I tell her, wrapping my arm around her. We each open our letters, taking a breath before reading them.

There's something I wanted to talk to both of you about. I know this is a difficult conversation, and it hurts me to admit it, but I care about Steve just as much as I care about you. And I know you care a lot about each other, but I think we need to set some boundaries for my sake as well as yours. I know feelings are important, especially at your age, and I...

You know what, I'm going to stop dictating Joyce's words and just be honest with you.

The truth is, I had forgotten for so long what it felt like to have demonstrative feelings. I'd been stuck in the same place. In a cave, you could say. A deep, dark cave. And I blame myself, my angel, if you only knew... I left you to fend for yourself in that trailer, taking care of me and picking up my beer cans because I had lost Sarah, but I forgot without meaning to that I had another daughter at home who needed me.

Then Will disappeared, Eleven arrived, and I started feeling things again. I started to feel happy. But lately, I suppose I feel distant from you again. As if you were drifting away from me or something like that.

Because now that this kid who smells like hair spray came into your life and into ours you don't have time for your old man anymore. How could I blame you? Your father was the same at your age. But my angel, I miss living those moments with you, playing board games every night, making mountains of waffles with El, not watching westerns anymore when I pick and watching horror movies when you do.

In a way, I was selfish trying to stop you from seeing Steve just to get those moments back with my daughter. You're not a kid anymore, damn it, you're seventeen and I have to let you fly away, even though I don't have anything to fly beside you with... I guess if I'm really honest, that's what scares me.

I don't want things to change. So I think maybe that's why I came here, to try to stop that change. To go back. To make things go back to the way they were. But I know that's naive. That's not how life works. It's moving, always moving, whether you like it or not. And yes, sometimes it's painful. Sometimes it's sad. And sometimes it's surprising. Happy.

So you know what? Keep growing, kiddo. Don't let me stop you. Keep flying high in the sky with Steve, keep learning even if it's not me teaching you, keep shining, because I'll be the first one admiring it. And keep making mistakes, because I'll be the first one to catch you, because when life hurts you... and yes, it will, no matter what you do, goodbyes, arguments, bumps in the road, tears, remember that this pain, this wound, is a good thing... It means you're out of that cave.

So keep pushing me away to learn. Keep protecting everyone. But don't forget to protect yourself.

The night of your accident with the Demogorgon, Steve was covered in your blood and the first thing I wanted to do was blame him, except damn it that kid loves you the same way I do. He could die for you, and I know that might scare you, because when you suffer you prefer pushing people away so you won't hurt anyone, probably a bad habit from your very dear father... But kiddo, promise me that even if you push him away one day, because I know you will, you're too stubborn not to. Promise me you'll do everything you can to get him back, because that kid would do anything just to see you smile.

Steve, if my daughter unfortunately makes that bad decision, don't blame her. Even if she probably won't tell you, she's just terrified of dragging people into her own black hole. So show her, kid. Show her she's not a black hole. Show her she's the light. Show her she deserves happiness, that she deserves an ending worthy of a fairy tale. Show her she matters without being a burden, and most of all show her that you love her, because she'll start doubting it the second she gets too deep in her own head. I know you're the right person for her, she just needs to accept that it's good for her as much as it is for you.

But if you'll allow me to make one tiny request anyway;

Please, if it's not too much trouble, for the sake of your old man, use the front door and not the window.

I love you, and I'm proud of you.

And Steve, use less hair spray.

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Firsts with Steve~

Explicit themes. Virgin, soft dom, tender intimacy

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, skirt neatly pressed, blouse buttoned most of the way up, your hands fidgeting in your lap like a teenager with a crush—even though Steve had been your boyfriend for months.

Steve leaned against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’ve been acting weird all day. Nervous?”

“Maybe,” you muttered, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

He pushed off the frame and crossed the room in a few long strides, kneeling in front of you so he was eye-level. His hands came up to cup your jaw gently. “Hey… look at me.”

You did, and suddenly the room felt smaller, warmer, charged. His eyes were soft, but there was an undercurrent of authority in the way he held you—like he was both protective and teasing at the same time.

“You trust me, right?” he asked.

You nodded, heart pounding. “Yes.”

“Good.” His thumb brushed lightly along your cheek. “Because I’m gonna take care of you. Slow. Easy. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

You shivered. The way he said it, firm yet soft, made your stomach flip. “Steve…”

“I know,” he whispered, leaning closer until his lips brushed yours in a gentle, teasing kiss. “I can feel your nerves. And you don’t have to hide them. I like this… all of you.”

You let your hands slip around his neck, pulling him closer. His lips parted slightly, deepening the kiss, but he pulled back just enough to smile down at you. “Easy… you’ve got to breathe.”

You inhaled shakily. “I can’t help it.”

Steve chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s okay. That’s what I’m here for. To guide you, okay? You don’t have to rush, and I’ll be gentle.”

You swallowed hard, heart hammering in your chest as he let his hands trail down your tits, lingering at your waist, teasing the fabric of your skirt. “Steve…”

“Shh,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

You shifted slightly, your movements careful, testing the waters. His hands followed, pulling down your panties, firm but tender, pulling his pants down and aligning into you, adjusting your position so you were comfortable—holding your attention entirely.

“You’re doing amazing,” he whispered, lips grazing your ear. “Look at me… so good, my girl. You feel so… perfect like this.”

Your hands trembled slightly as they rested on his chest. His heartbeat was steady, grounding you. “I’ve… never…”

“I know,” he said softly, placing a finger under your chin and lifting it gently. “And that’s okay. You’ll only ever do what you want with me. I promise.”

Steve’s touch moved with intention, every stroke, every brush of his hand teaching you to relax, every pound into your g spot, to lean into him, to trust him fully. He teased you mercilessly, tugging at your skirt just enough to make your stomach flip, whispering in your ear about how much he adored every part of you, moaning in your ear, every little reaction, every small gasp.

“You’re mine,” he murmured at one point, lips brushing yours in a slow, deep kiss. “And I’m yours. Only mine, only yours. Understand?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, trembling but smiling.

He laughed softly against your lips. “Good girl. You feel so good like this… so beautiful… so tight, my perfect girl.”

The warmth of his cock, the pressure of his lips, the way he held you down and up at the same time—it was dizzying. Every whispered word and teasing touch pulled you closer to the edge of something new, thrilling, and terrifying all at once.

Finally, he pulled back after you came all on his cock, forehead resting against yours. “You okay?”

You nodded, breathless, cheeks flushed, heart racing. “Yes… yes, I’m okay.”

Steve smiled, pressing another soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “That’s my girl. You did amazing. And… we’re just getting started.”

Pairing: Eddie X Reader

Word Count: 1961

Prompt: Is it Over Now? (Taylor’s Version)(From the Vault)

Summary: Eddie and the Reader meet for the first time in person. After a whirlwind weekend, the Reader is left with more questions than answers. 

Warnings: unrequited love, emotional distress, heartbreak, implied intimacy, brief mentions of past relationships, lingering sadness, unresolved feelings, longing

Author’s Note: This is part two in a four-part one-shot series that begins with I Never Told You. This series is loosely based on an actual experience that didn’t have a happy ending, so while the emotions are raw and heartfelt, the journey will reflect the bittersweet nature of love, longing, and the words left unsaid. Thank you for joining me on this emotional ride — I hope it resonates with anyone who’s ever had to let go of something they couldn’t quite reach and been left wondering, “What If.”

You’re standing in the arrivals terminal, fingers tight on the handle of your suitcase, heart a mess in your chest as you scan the line of cars for his van. It’s weirdly familiar but foreign; after all those late-night calls, the banter, the laughter, the unspoken things — none of it quite prepared you for this moment. You finally spot him, the van’s rusty paint and “Corroded Coffin” bumper sticker giving it away, and there he is, leaning out of the driver’s side, grinning.

“Hey!” he calls, waving you over with that boyish enthusiasm he’d show only to you. It’s sudden, raw, and a million times more real than any screen ever was.

Quick update:

If I haven’t gotten to your request, it’s probably because:

Been struggling with stuff like eating lately 😅

I’m on the spectrum, so I might miss requests unless they’re direct, but we can still chat about ideas!

Hit some writers’ block, so I’ve been hopping between projects.

Currently working on 3 projects, maybe a Rafe series, and possibly a Skater!Girl x JJ series—we’ll see 😭l

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Bisexual Steve Harrington, BAMF Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, First Time, First Time Blow Jobs, Sloppy Makeouts, Action/Adventure, Action & Romance, Canon-Typical Violence, demidog fight, Recreational Drug Use, pot use, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, POV Steve Harrington, One Shot, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, The Upside Down (Stranger Things), Monster Hunters, Heavy Petting, Hurt Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart Summary:

“C’mooon,” said Eddie as he leaned his lawn chair precariously into Steve’s bubble. He slung an arm around his shoulder and stared up at him with a cheeky little grin and a sparkle in his eyes. “I know exactly what class you’d be, too. Paladin. White knight in shining armor. Crusader of the cause. Protector of the little guy.”

Steve found himself grinning a bit shyly, not quite aw-shucks, but aw-shucks adjacent. He got a warm feeling in his gut from the attention Eddie was giving, but also his proximity and the feel of his body leaning against him, which was a welcome source of warmth in the chill evening air.

“...but definitely a chick, though. Since you’ve got mom energy."

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Eddie and Steve go out hunting a demidog after reports of one of the creatures attacking people on the edge of a ravine. The time alone together allows some things to come to light that both were ignoring. Set in an inderminate, handwave-y time during canon before they venture into the Upside Down.